#hawks starvation

[tiredpaladins]

Well since I was talking about Hawks having an abnormally high as fuck caloric intake and it IS starvation day for hurt Hawks week-

Imagine people just not knowing this. His diet requirements have just never been something he's shared. So when the League of Villains finds out he's a spy and takes him hostage, they are feeding him. They don't hate him, don't want him dead, he's just a liar and more importantly: a threat that they need to have contained. So of course they're giving him food. This imprisonment is all just temporary until the villains can win their fight.

Which is why Dabi doesn't know what to do when one of the PLF guards comes to tell him that Hawks is acting very sick. Pale, shakey, lethargic. They don't know why because he is eating and he's not throwing it up and isn't coughing or anything like that. So Dabi, for the first time since Hawks was captured, goes into the cell to talk to him. He's horrified when the closer look at the hero shows how much weight he's lost, how dull his eyes and feathers are. It's then that Dabi realizes they've been unintentionally starving him the entire time he's been in here. And worse, since Hawks had no contact with anyone, he had no idea if it was intended or not. If it was a misunderstanding, or if the League wanted him to be weak and hurting.

#hawks #keigo takami #mha hawks #takami keigo #bnha hawks #hawks bnha #dabihawks #dabi #hurt hawks #writing prompts #hawks starvation #hurt hawks week #starved hawks #and then dabi carries him out bridal style and is like fuck heroes and villains im getting you food #im just a sucker for the league not hating hawks #but still knowing he is the enemy and needs to be restrained #except they feel HORRIBLE because they know #hawks hates everything about being in a cell #its trauma upon trauma upon trauma for him #but they didnt know what else to do #tw: starvation #tw: food #tw: eating habits #tw: eating problems

[aceiestartist]

#animorphs #polls

[immaculatasknight]

The New Carolingian World Order

#neocons #terrorism #ecofascism #environmentalism #geopolitics #population control #sabotage #Nordstream #austerity #starvation #energy #natural gas #pipelines #Ukraine #oligarchy #Charles III #war hawks

[bonefall]

i can’t help that feel like 350 calories per cat per day across 5 clans (150 some odd cats!!!) is more prey than there is! even with really generous cooking estimates you’d need to catch a rabbit or two or a large fish or something per clan every single day of the year. i feel like that would really mess up prey populations, wouldn’t it? i know animals have a lot of babies, but 3,650 rabbits’ worth of calories every year (not to mention what other predators like foxes, snakes, and hawks are eating) feels like too much for one territory. are we assuming that there’s more prey than there is or do i just not know how much offspring animals produce?

WELL, there's a lot of factors here, but you are actually organically figuring out something true and horrifying. BB!Cats are sapient, able to understand their impact on the environment and ergo manage it, but feral domestic cats are devastating to local ecosystems.

Not even because of caloric need btw just because of how much they hunt, and their odd behaviors.

The Bad

There is a reason why predator populations are so massively outnumbered by prey species. One rabbit would feed a single cat for days, but one colony is typically 3 - 15 cats. Most predators are solitary, or have "loose" social structures spread out over many partially overlapping territories covering miles (like alligators)! but something changed when cats were domesticated, and they now seek out dense social units unlike their wild ancestors.

That's why the only social wild cats are lions. Lion prides are extremely flexible, ranging from 3 to upwards of 30 members, and their populations are going to depend completely on how much prey they have access to. Even the shocking "infanticide" thing that male lions are notorious for serves an ecological purpose; less lions means more meat, so every cub that isn't yours is a future rival.

(tangent: the largest lion prides actually set up in major migration "hubs," where there is a constant influx of traveling animals. Not really an "ecosystem" where the pride can damage the population.)

But now domestic cats are doing this, in ecosystems that can't support them and never had predators that behave like them. They compete with the local mesopredators ("middle" hunters that hunt small game but are killed by larger predators. Ex: raptors, snakes, caniforms like foxes or raccoons, etc) and put extra pressure on prey populations.

But that's not the worst part.

In nature, there are Predator-Prey cycles. When there's too many predators, they decrease the prey population. When there's not enough prey, the predators starve and their population lowers. Here is a graph of this phenomenon;

In this way, starvation is required for an ecosystem to stay healthy. It's how nature regulates.

But human beings feed cat colonies.

So colonies end up hitting DOZENS of cats. Upwards of 30 in a tiny area. The sizes you see in canon WC and in BB are TWICE the size of what a feral cat colony typically reaches. In the real world, this is because humans feed them. They HAVE to starve to lower the population, and make no mistake, these are slow, painful deaths.

"But, if we feed the colony, then they're not hunting the local prey, right? Because they're not hungry?" INCORRECT. THEY ARE ANIMALS. Cats are not humans with our sense of morality and long-term consequences. Hunting is only partially driven by hunger, it's also driven by prey drive. Even an outdoor cat, who gets all their meals at home, is killing an average of 90 animals a year.

(note: you may hear the number "they kill 3.5 animals a day." That is a misreading of this study which says 3.5 animals a month based on owner reports; but better study shows they only bring about 18% of their kills home.)

I could get into why I'm actually not a big fan of TNR as a conservation strategy because of this, but in a nutshell, the best solution to feral cat population management overall is (expensive) high-intensity TNR (70% or more) PAIRED with (inexpensive) removal/euthanasia and other methods (like banning colony feeding). PURE high-intensity TNR takes up to 30 years to remove a cat colony in computer simulations. And they keep killing wild animals that whole time.

(tangent: you may come across articles that say that killing feral cats doesn't work. This is often based on this Tasmanian case study by Lazenby et all, where they trapped and removed cats, only to find an influx of subordinate "satellite" individuals that filled the vacuum that the previously established individuals left and increased the overall population. This is a well-documented phenomenon of predator control. They don't tell you that this is short-term and also happens with TNR, just over a longer timeline, as discussed in the above studies, and the solution is to mix methods and make sure that these programs are carried out systemically, NOT ONLY in one limited range.)

So... feral cat colonies with totally realistic needs are very harmful to local ecosystems. They are animals, and they are an invasive species. Keep your cats indoors please

The Good

But BB!Cats and Canon!Cats aren't just animals. These are cats with governments and religion. They do understand long-term consequences.

Even on the page in-canon, they show an understanding that prey comes from breeding (unlike, say, a medieval human who believed in spontaneous generation), WindClan doesn't disturb lapwings during their nesting season showing a basic understanding of ecology, and they even have a law against food waste. Like it or not, these aren't realistic cats. They are small humans with a fuzzy little kitty coat tossed over them.

So we can actually reasonably assume that Clan cats are modifying their behavior so they aren't the ecosystem-shredders that their real-world counterparts are, like;

Hunting over a wider area and having a large territory (so to address you directly anon, their territories are not as small as you might think they are)

Taking the pressure off specific areas by sending their hunting patrols to various parts of their territory

Avoiding hunting animals during their breeding and nesting seasons.

Not killing animals that are pregnant or nursing

Leaving baby animals alone so they grow into bigger food items

Not killing what they don't plan to eat

Intentionally varying their diet so they take a little from many populations.

Hunting animals that real cats don't usually target, like fawns, seagulls, and young boars.

Breeding their own prey, if you're willing to do a little domestication innovation

If you're VERY cool, give them fire. go on. do it. 20% to 50% caloric increase is prettyyy cooool~

But also, you may be underestimating just how many babies prey species produce. Let's use rabbits because these things are insane. They weren't lying, rabbits can breed like rabbits.

European rabbits (and all the domestic breeds they are descended from) have a double womb. That means that when they've given birth to their litter of 4 - 12 babies (usually 6), they can already be pregnant with the next. Gestation is a month. These babies are able to leave their mothers at 2 months and can breed by 4 months. They can have 10 litters a year.

So a SINGLE rabbit COULD have well over 100 bunnies a year... but rabbit warrens are usually 10 - 50, mostly females, plus a bunch of bucks who are more solitary and more likely to travel around. And you're gonna have multiple warrens on a territory.

Low litter estimate, small warren; 10 x 4 x 10 = 400 bunnies. Big litter estimate, big warren; 50 x 12 x 10 = 6,000 bunnies.

That said, most estimates say they functionally end up with 20 adult children a year, which then go on to breed at four months. That's still 200 rabbits a year coming out of that small warren ALONE, and isn't counting the fact that those children are also going to have children of their own.

(though, rabbits in particular are facing a massive crisis in england and even across europe because of two diseases that hit them one after another OTL but it's not related to predation.)

Don't forget that a territory also has more than just rabbits. This is also happening with mice, rats, ducks, sparrows, voles, etc. Like I said, if your cats just diversify the prey they hunt in response to population changes, they'll be golden. In BB I even have a role dedicated to this now; the Head of Hunting, who is tasked with assessing this sort of thing.

SO, to answer you directly;

Feral Cats Bad

WC characters have more in common with a small human than a cat

Pure carnivores are pretty demanding on their ecosystems

There is plenty an intelligent creature can do to reduce their impact on the ecosystem

Their territories could still support them along with the other predators

You did underestimate just how many babies prey animals have, though

Overall, they would be fine. You COULD overhunt a territory, but not with basic prey management practices.

#bone babble #clan culture #nutrition guide

[digenerate-trash]

Outta town freaks just as promised!!! Yandare head cannons. (Blackwolf and great hawk be harder to write for because animals are weird and obsessive anyway)

amab. again. Easier to write for

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Eden:

Eden is definitely one of those mother fuckers whose whole thing is "If I can't have you no one can".

big possessive man with an insecurity complex the size of the moon

but since no one can get to you Eden feels pretty secure in you loving him back eventually

if you're sold to him by Bailey a couple weeks in eden tells Bailey you died. You couldn't handle the cold out in the woods.

if he captures you there's no need for him to lie to anyone. He keeps you trapped in the cabin till you love him back.

prefers to use leashes cages and locks to keep you in place. He's very realistic about you not wanting to be there at first but he thinks with training and a strict routine you'll just fall in line. No matter how defiant.

will absolutely Break your leg to keep you in the cabin.

is fine with blood. But doesn't want to cut off your leg or arms to keep you in place because he's not confident you'll stay alive. He's a butcher, not a surgeon.

really wants you to fall in line. He gets desperate the more defiant you stay as the weeks go on. Harsher punishments, more broken bones. Starvation. Anything to keep you down and weak.

if you give In to the hunter immediately he's suspicious but happy. He watches you carefully. Every movement you make is watched carefully. You can tell he's studying you.

once Eden is fully comfortable with you being in his home he really starts to get possessive. Spouses are supposed to stay home after all. Take care of things for him while he works out in the dangerous woods

you're not allowed past the clearing. Even washing clothes in the spring isn't supposed to be done when Eden isn't home.

absolutely no going to town. The town is dangerous and dirty and gross. Freaks live there. Freaks that could hurt his spouse and it's his job to keep you safe.

he brings you gifts from the woods. Sometimes they're things that remind him of you and sometimes it's barries or flowers. Something he thinks you'll like. He never offers an explanation he just thrusts it in your hands.

when wolves (or even people) get too close to the cabin it's shoot first for Eden. He'll drag the carcass on the porch if you're still defiant when this happens. He might even brag about how he's a perfect shot. So it's just best for everyone if you listen.

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Remy:

Remy honestly would rather not have feelings for you but now they can't stop it. You're their favorite little riding student after all.

Remy is pretty body-focused and that's mainly what he likes about you. He thinks your body is perfect.

very touchy, Feels you up as he rides with you on horseback. He digs his nails into your wrist when you tell him you have to leave.

he's enamored with you. The only problem is when you start to talk with Alex you get it in your head that he's the enemy.

he knows he could just convince you otherwise but it's much more fun to watch you fight with him. (He knows you're not serious you're just playing)

talking with Remy is like talking to a brick folksy wall. Witty banter. Coy remarks. He takes all your insults with a smug grin.

getting on his bad side is a hell of its own making though because no questions asked you're going to the underground farm.

You are separate from the other animals though. Too precious to Remy to be with the others. But he makes sure you understand what kind of person he can be when you refuse to behave.

you will absolutely never meet harper even if Remey has subjected you to living as livestock. Remy knows how much of a freak that dude is.

he still loves you and your body even though the changes it goes through. When you can't speak words anymore he sees it as a win. He doesn't need to have an intelligent partner. He just needs you to be here. Under his control. That way he can at least convince himself that you're happy here.

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Alex:

He is mostly just a big puppy. He wants you around always and will never take no for an answer.

the only dude who's more family-focused than Alex is probably Kylar.

determined to breed you. Dude will never quit. Wants a picture-perfect household and a barefoot spouse to boot

wants to lay in bed all day with you but since he's got work to do he's dragging you along with him.

will never leave your side. He's keeping you company always. Dude is clingy.

obsessed with making you. Bites hickies bruises. Whatever he can get away with. Even when you tell him it's too much hell always say next time he'll be more careful. But he isn't.

it only gets bad when you say you don't love him or that you can't be with him. sends him into hysterics.

he says it's fine. It's not. The first few days apart from you are fine. But eventually, he gets too worked up.

hell track you down. Whether you are in serious danger or just returned to town. He'll tell you all about how he misses you and he can't take it and how his heart breaks when you're not there.

guilt trip to the extreme until you come back home with him.

if that doesn't work hell just overpower you. Hell, justify it by telling himself it's just a temporary measure. That you really want a life with him but other people are holding you back. And once you are back at the farm Alex is happy to dote on you again. More than before. He is extra sweet as well. Your favorite meals are served up he lets you take breaks from farm work when you like. He carves you little trinkets and gifts. Anything to make you forget about a life outside of him.

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Blackwolf:

an actual dog. Separation anxiety to the max.

bites, marks, saliva, blood, piss, he marks you with everything he can. He needs you to smell like him so much that you two are inseparable

not gonna tolerate you leaving. Grabs you by the scruff and drags you back to the cave.

hunts with Blackwolf are the most annoying because he's too focused on you staying safe than hunting and the pack blames you for Meger return and distracting the best hunter. (Blackwolf prefers you stay back in the cave anyway. Safer there)

has killed other wolves for sniffing around you.

will absolutely start fights for no reason if you've been away or not giving him enough attention.

will always bring you the best parts of the carcass for you to gnaw on. (He doesn't know or care if it's bad for people)

constantly licking you everywhere he can spend hours doing it.

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Great hawk:

is so spouse-focused but doesn't know what it means in human terms.

birds get jealous and crazy so easily so probably that as well.

puffs up feathers and chest when he sees a "threat" could be anything from a small animal to an actual monster.

will bite. Doesn't mean to hurt you it's just to get your attention

wants to make you happy performs mating dances then gets frustrated when you don't seem to reciprocate.

takes his time grabbing shiny things that you'll like. Gets way more frustrated and bird-like when you refuse his gifts.

prefers to hunt at dusk and dawn so that the days are spent nesting and the nights are spent sleeping

all food he brings you is either shredded terribly or is coughed up for you.

he's a little gross but he's got the spirit.

trying to escape Great Hawk is..... difficult. You'll need some help

#eden the hunter #remy the farmer #alex the farmhand #black wolf #great hawk #degrees of lewdity #dol #trash headcannons #trash thoughts #tw blood #tw yandare #tw implied rape #tw rape #yan dol #yandere #tw yandere #yandere tropes #gn reader #x reader

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun Chapter 19

MASTAPOST

Danny woke from his little cat nap soon after, stretching his tail out like a lounging snake. Damian sat next to him, characteristically unimpressed as the teenager cracked his knuckles and shook off the remaining grogginess.

“Are you done?” Damian asked.

Danny yawned again. “Yeah what time is it?”

“It has been about two hours. We are wasting time.”

Damian swam to Danny’s left side and nudged him with his head. Danny bonelessly flopped to the side without moving. “Dude, what’s the rush? I thought you liked animals.”

“The whales have been amenable company, but my father needs me back as soon as possible. In addition, we have entered a coral reef.”

Danny blinked, and got up. The boy leaned his head over the edge of the mother whale. Seemed Damian was right. The waterscape in front of them was filled with tall kelp forests in the distance. Below the, the sea floor housed miles of vibrant coral in all sorts of colours. Red, purple, yellow and green coral spiraled and twisted and grew from the rocks and sand, living alongside schools of big and small fish. Clownfish peeked in an out of anemones. Little critters like shrimps and lobsters crawled in and out of crevices, sheltered from predators.

Damian apparently thought he was taking too long. Danny belatedly realised his harness was untied, just as Damian rammed into his back and pushed him off the edge.

“We need to replenish our supplies.” Damian said. “Teach me how to gather forage and hunt.”

Well that was a slight issue. Being a modern American teenager with access to such things as fridges and a global supply chain meant that he was perhaps less suited to roughing it than the younger boy might have assumed. It was not like he never had to live off the land, but the less said about long swim home after Vlad happened, the better.

“Well?” Damian repeated, arms crossed, looking down Danny expectantly.

“Alright then. I’ll teach you silly human what it’s like to live off the land, like your ancestors long before you.” He said sagely.

The whale pod crooned a deep farewell as the continued on their journey. He and Damian waved them off, before returning to their own needs.

He led his young charge to perch atop a cliff overlooking the reef. The boys laid their fins flat so as to avoid drawing attention. Danny scanned the landscape, settling his eyes on a lobster hiding underneath a rock. Despite their reputation these days, lobsters did not look nearly as appetising raw and alive. From the bottom, they looked more like cockroaches than delicacies. Plus, they were literally the worst possible travelling food ever. No.

Instead, Danny caught sight of his real prize. Mussels!

“You good with shellfish?” He asked the younger boy. Damian turned up his nose, looking haughty like Sam’s parents were it not for the adorable pout he’d put on too.

“If the only other option is starvation.”

“We’ll keep an eye for more plants on the way.” Danny said, preparing to descend.

The thing about mussels was that you didn’t need to kill them to bring them along. They came with their own natural packaging, even if it was a bit heavy. Danny stuffed his pockets with a couple handfuls of the shellfish, leaving space for a more varied diet, and leaving the rest to stay and reproduce. He wasn’t greedy! Sam had taught him about these things. Mussels were very important to the environment. Evidently Damian was aware too. The boy nodded in approval as Danny continued his search.

Damian’s sword came in useful as well (he would’ve taken it away if he wasn’t sure that the kid would slash him for it) for harvesting kelp and seaweed. The pair snacked on kelp strips as Danny took them to their next prey.

However, Damian protested. “I do not wish to kill this one.”

The huge trout, easily as big as Damian, floated blissfully ignorant of the two predators eyeing it like hawks. Danny ‘s head spun as he tried to keep track of Damian’s seemingly endlessly shifting opinion towards eating fish or not. “That thing could feed us for like 300 miles.”

“The largest fish also reproduce the most. This one is a female.” Damian continued. Now that he thought of it, didn’t Sam make a whole protest about this in the beginning of summer? “Many oceans are in danger due to overfishing from humans. As a human myself, it is my responsibility to fish sustainably.”

The boy’s fins puffed with pride and conservationist fervor, a quiet determination that reminded him of Sam. Danny had some doubts. “If we eat the small fry, there won’t be many left to grow big and ‘reproduce’ as you say.”

This point seemed to put pause on Damian’s previous showboating. The boy gritted his teeth, looking for a comeback. “What about invasive species? Those that threaten the natural balance.”

Danny shrugged. That was a good point, except Danny didn’t know how to identify any of those.

“But you live in the ocean!” Damian protested when this point was brought up.

“Yeah. You live on land. Does that mean you know about every species that lives on Gotham?”

“Yes.” Well he kinda walked into that one, didn’t he?

“Well if you know so much about invasive species, why don’t you look for them?” Danny challenged. Animal hyperfixation or not, surely this kid couldn’t identify the hundreds of species that lived in this reef.

Damian’s ear fins tensed, something he’d noticed in himself whenever he was concentrating on something. The boy turned away from Danny and to the reef in front of them. Suddenly, the boy’s body slumped.

A smug grin split open Danny’s face.

Damian groaned, as if his next words were like Soviet torture. “There are no saltwater invasive fish near California, to my knowledge.”

“Hah! Suck on that, fishboy!”

Damian mewled angrily. His hand drifted down to the hilt of his sword. On dear.

“Alright, alright, alright. What about a compromise?” Danny waved his arms defensively.

“Speak.”

“We grab the fish that we were gonna grab before you interrupted.” Damian hissed at that. “BUUttt only one. And we fill our pockets with small fry. A balanced fishing diet. What do you say?”

The grumpy child pouted one more time for good measure, before sinking back to the floor. “Fine. You still need to teach me how to make a kill.”

“You sure you won’t get attached?”

“I can suppress my emotions to complete the mission.” It spoke something about Damian that Danny wasn’t even that phased this time. That being said please let that just be a boast with nothing to back that up.

Danny lay prone, fins flat, head down, like a tiger about to pounce. In the entire conversation they’d had, the trout had drifted about five inches from its previous position. Survival instincts this poor girl had not.

“All you need to do is shut your gills, like holding a breath. Just get closer… and closer… and POUNCE!”

Danny leapt at the trout, using his powers to accelerate into a blur. His hands pinned it down in an instant, the trout thrashing and slapping him, trying to escape. With a swift motion, Danny bit clean through its gills. The trout rapidly lost strength, slowly fading until it went still.

He held the trout up like a trophy. “Tada!”

Damian frowned deeply. “That was an unclean kill. It suffered immensely.”

“Ughh!” Danny groaned. “What do you want from me. I’m a siren not an assassin.”

Damian unsheathed his sword, looking about 50% more menacing as any other six-year-old Danny had ever met. “It seems I will have to show you, instead.”

Five minutes later, his idea of showing Danny how to kill resulted in a fresh bruise and a bent fin. The carp he had tried to pounce managed to escape with a shallow cut on its side.

“I’m very educated now, Damian. Thank you.” He snickered as Damian roared in anger.

“Shut your mouth! You have an unfair advantage, seeing as you can use your powers, while I am hampered by my body.”

“You’ll grow into them. I think. I dunno I haven’t met a lot of siren kids.”

“I am not a child!” Damian said, pouting very maturely.

The rest of the morning was spent like that, roaming the reef in search of food and bickering over this and that. At one point they debated over dolphins were whales or not (Danny personally thought whales were too nice to encompass dolphins under their umbrella).

Their food supplies replenished and energy still raring to go, the boys sealed their satchels shut, and continued south.

Meanwihle…

Hundreds of miles away in the ocean, Bruce stands at the helm of the Fenton Family SAV, its modified engines going at full throttle.

In a hidden compartment in his room, Tucker Foley slams into the firewall of the Fenton’s new database with everything he has. Schematics, blueprints, notes. He needs that data and he needs it now.

Sam Manson meditates on her bed, surrounded by candles. She recites warding spells, a staple for any young magician.

Skulker sits in his private yacht, bandaging his wounded leg, sliding the pieces for his next upgrade. Behind him, an ornate fish tank sits empty, awaiting its guest.

Agent K and Agent O monitor the news. The sonars around Amity. A report sits on the desk. The Fentons have just left town? That will be interesting… 

#dpxdc #danny fenton #damian wayne #dcxdp #merman #merboy #angst #mermaid au #fluff #hunting #hunting of animals #mer!danny #mer!damian wayne

[thecuriousquest]

MHA Yandere Quirk Headcanons

Prompt: How would the Yanderes of My Hero Academia use their quirks on you?

Warnings: Bondage, kidnapping, drugging, starvation, spanking, violence, noncon, degradation, Stockholm Syndrome, dacryphilia

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Izuku:

He would possibly feel bad for using his quirk on you, but he would push himself to do it anyway, telling himself that he’s doing it for the greater good.

His quirk would be wonderful for kidnapping. All he’d have to do is capture you while you’re walking home from work. He would wrap a hand around your mouth and use his strength to keep you close to his body before mega jumping back to his place.

If you try to fight him, he will be displeased and think you just need time to adjust. If you try to escape, then you’ve pushed him to his limit. He won’t hesitate to punish you. He wouldn’t physically hurt you, but he will most definitely keep you locked up in a basement and starve you.

“I understand your frustrations, but this is how things are going to be from now on. You’re living with me, so you better learn to like it, sweetie.”

Katsuki:

His quirk isn’t well suited for kidnapping like Izuku’s is, but he still has brute strength and other means to keep you safe with him at all times. He might drug you, break into your place and force duct tape over your mouth, or knock you out by hitting you over the back of your head.

However, once he has you at his house, you’re not going anywhere. He’s the type of Yandere who wouldn’t feel bad about anything that he’s doing. He’s in love with you. You have to be with him. You’re all that’s keeping him from going insane even if he doesn’t realize he already is.

The way he WOULD use his quirk against you is by physically hitting you. He’d spank you, making tiny explosions in his hands as he slaps your bare ass. He would love to see you cry, to hear your throat clog up with sobs as you call his name, begging for him to stop. Try to run away? You’re basically asking for him to make the explosions even worse. He wouldn’t hold back, singeing your flesh as he beats it black and blue.

“If you don’t get your fucking act together, then you can expect this every day for the next fucking week!”

Shoto:

Good luck with this Yandere. He is self aware yet indifferent. He knows what he’s doing is wrong, but he doesn’t give a flying fuck.

Shoto will capture you with his ice quirk, forcing your feet to stick to the ground. He’ll slip handcuffs over your wrists like it’s foreplay before taking you back to his house. He’ll trap you in a circle of fire and won’t let you go until you promise to behave.

Punishments are something he doesn’t really think about, but when you deserve it, he lets you know. All of his minor punishments have to do with his ice quirk. He would never be like his father and use his fire on you. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he did. He’ll keep you frozen from neck to feet for five to ten minutes depending on how nice he’s feeling. If you attempt an escape, then he surprisingly won’t use his quirk. Instead, he’ll keep you chained up with limited visitations and food until Stockholm Syndrome kicks in.

“I knew you’d come around eventually. Look at you, all sweet and docile. You don’t even have one ounce of fight in you anymore.”

Keigo:

He has an excellent quirk for kidnapping. He could just swoop down out of nowhere, wrap a hand around your mouth, pull you close, and fly off before anyone even realizes you’re missing. He could use his feathers to track you at all times to know when the perfect place to snatch you would be. All he’d have to do is slip a feather into your bag without you knowing. He could also go the route of pinning you against a wall with one of his feathers before drugging you and taking off with your limp body in his strong arms.

Hawks would be so happy to finally have you with him. He would know what he’s doing on some level is wrong, but he’s able to get away with it because of his ranking as a pro hero.

“You have to understand, baby, it’s not like you can do anything. You really think they’re gonna believe a little chickadee like you over me?”

He would be sadistic with his punishments too. He’ll cut or spank you with one of his feathers. As long as you’re wailing at the top of your lungs for him, it’s music to his ears. He’ll do anything to get you to cry, and then he’ll lick the tears off of your face before sending you to bed.

Shouta:

Jesus Christ, what did you do to make him fall for you? This guy would rather spend his day sleeping, but you captured his heart, so he has to return the favor. He’ll kidnap you with his scarf. He’ll wait for the right moment and send it flying towards you, wrapping you up in the weapon. He’ll even make sure your mouth is covered. You’ll be going home with him looking like a damn mummy.

Shouta would definitely have a daddy kink, and he’ll have rules for you to follow. He’ll cancel your quirk if you try to use yours on him to resist him, and he’ll punish you for fighting him with a slap to the face or a wooden spoon to the bottom. Break his trust by trying to escape? You’ve really done it now. He’s going to beat your ass with a fucking belt.

“This is going to hurt you a lot, but it’s what’s best for you. Don’t give me that look, or I’ll really give you something to cry about.”

Bonus! Dabi:

Poor you. He’s a fucking villain. He has all of the resources readily available to kidnap you, and he’s going to make your life a living hell.

You’re not the love of his life. You’re just a possession to Dabi. He would barely treat you like a human being. You’re not leaving his side, and when he takes you out, you’re wearing chains.

Try to resist him and he’s not afraid to burn you. You’ll be covered in burn scars from “play time” already, but it will be worse if you disobey him. Legs and arms that are already trying to heal with be covered in his marks. He’ll look you in the eyes with a sick pleasure as he does it too. Try to escape and he’ll blister the bottoms of your feet and make you walk around the room for him. He’ll laugh at you every time you fall and kick you in the stomach if you take too long to get up. It’s a vicious cycle that he’ll make you repeat until he wants you to make him cum, and bitch, you better if you know what’s good for you.

“You’re such a filthy fucking slut. Why don’t you come over here and make me happy, doll face? It’s all you’re good for anyway.”

#my hero acedamia #boku no hero academia #yandere #yandere izuku midoriya #yandere katsuki bakugou #yandere shoto todoroki #yandere keigo takami #yandere shouta aizawa #yandere dabi #triggering content

[ethereal-blossom]

❝ Irresistible❞

synopsis: Jealous!Dazai who kabedons his girlfriend

"Shizuo, could you copy this for me, please?" You asked the new office staff member. The man had only been working at the Armed Detective Agency for two weeks, but he had proven himself to be a hard-working and helpful colleague. In fact, you dared to say he was often around you to offer a helping hand. So sweet unlike your boyfriend who often was the cause of your extra hours spent at the office. 

Speaking of the devil, Dazai had been watching you from the corner of his eyes. You tried to ignore it, but it felt like being watched by a hawk. Shizuo grabbed the document in your hand while smirking. "Of course, anything for you, y/n." His hazel eyes sparkled when his fingers accidentally touched yours. 

"You're a life savior, thank you!" The second Shizuo turned his back to you, Dazai rolled his chair to yours. 

"Ouch, my belladonna. I thought I was your life savior?" 

His comment made you roll your eyes with affection. "I didn't know life saviors were supposed to give me their paperwork because they are too lazy to do theirs. By the way, does it say in your job description as life savior that you've to drag me to the couch or on your lap for cuddle sessions in the middle of the workday?" 

"But of course! It's torture to let my sugarplum go so long without my touch! You might die of touch-starvation." Dazai leaned over to grab both of your hands in his. He brought them to his heart while faking a concerned look. 

You couldn't help but grin. God, your boyfriend was so charming. Sometimes annoying, but even that had its charm. Dazai's hands squeezed yours right before he pulled you on his lap. It was then that Shizuo was standing next to your desk. 

"I have the copied- oh." The new staff member fell silent once he saw the scene that was happening in front of his eyes. You were ready to make an attempt to escape Dazai's lap (after all, you had to be professional at work no matter how difficult Dazai made it to do so) but it only led to your boyfriend grabbing your waist. 

"Hm... Shizo, wasn't it?" Dazai had the biggest smile on his face. So big it started to become suspicious. "You can put those at the desk of my sweetie pie. She's very busy with me at the moment." 

You wiggled a little in the hope for Dazai to release his grip around you, but it made him do the complete opposite. "Thank you, Shizuo. I really appreciate it! You can put it on my desk." 

"Just happy to help you, y/n," Shizuo smiled. His eyes lowered a bit and suddenly, a bandaged hand grabbed your chin. Dazai made you face him and whined: "Belladonna, it has been ten minutes since I last stole you a kiss. What should we do about it?" 

"Steal another kiss in a minute," you whispered in the hope Shizuo couldn't hear it. You turned your face to the new colleague who was still standing in front of your desk. "Thank you, Shizuo. I'll let you know if-"

Dazai interrupted. "But I can't wait another minute." He turned your face to him for a second time. Dazai's lips grazed yours slightly. It was the type of kiss that barely gave you anything, but enough to make you crave more.

Your boyfriend looked at Shizuo. "Oh, and before I forget, don't worry about stopping by my girlfriend's desk so many times. I'm here if she needs anything." 

Firstly, that was a lie. Your boyfriend had the tendency to act like a kicked puppy every time you asked him to do something that required him to move a muscle. Secondly, why would now be any different? Before you could think about it more, Dazai's lips had found their way back to yours. This time, however, they were more demanding. With one hand still around your waist and the other one gently stroking your face, Dazai deepened the kiss. 

When you pulled away, Shizuo was gone. "Dazai, is there anything you need to tell me?" 

"What? Can't a boyfriend want his love's attention anymore?" Before you could respond, Dazai was smacked on the head. 

"Get back to work, you two!" Kunikida yelled. "This is a work day. What are you guys thinking-" The lecture continued for another minute before Kunikida ran out of his precious time. Time to go back to work.

Nevertheless, it was hard to concentrate on the letters on your screen. Was this Dazai being jealous perhaps? No, he's not... right? Now you thought about it, you couldn't remember a time when Dazai had been truly jealous. Would Shizuo be the cause of it? 

Shizuo had been nothing but a motivated colleague always ready to help. He did visit your desk often, though... If the roles were reversed and a new colleague would come to Dazai's desk multiple times a day, you'd be suspicious, too. You decided that once Dazai and you were back in your dorm, you'd talk about it with him. Communication is key, after all. You had to finish this report first if you didn't want to receive another lecture by Kunikida.

The office slowly grew emptier when staff members and detectives left for their break. It was Dazai who had to convince you to get out of your chair to eat something with him. 

Dazai hung at your arm while you walked the hallways that led to the cafe. The detective was whining about how desperately he needed a break from Kunikida's whining when he promptly fell silent. "Dazai? Are you- oh." 

Your boyfriend gently pushed you against the wall fluently with one arm placed next to your head. Dazai's expression was something you could only describe as casually sly; like a predator that captured its prey effortlessly but had no plans to hurt it whatsoever.

Even though you could take a step to the side and escape the hold, it was impossible to do so. Dark eyes held you frozen at your spot as Dazai towered over you. He leaned in; not enough to touch you, but close enough to make you crave it. 

Dazai whispered in your ear, his voice sounding exactly the way he knew you liked it. Words that made you blush were spoken and-

Somebody cleared his throat. It felt like a wave of shock went through your body as you realized someone had been a spectator of this intimate scene. Dazai turned his head slightly. "Oh, Shizu, wasn't it? What a nice surprise! Oya oya, y/n, I guess we've to take this to a more... private place, don't you agree?" The last words were spoken softly, more seductively, but loud enough for Shizuo to hear. Dazai's eyes held yours when his free hand touched your leg. 

This sly- 

Shizuo cleared his throat again. "Yeah, I should... go back to, eh, work." Dazai and you listened to how his footsteps faded away. 

A sigh escaped your lips. "Dazai, I'm going to ask you something and I want you to answer me honestly." 

Dazai hummed as his nose trailed your jawline. Oh, God, you knew what he was doing. Keep your head clear. Don't let yourself get distracted by your insanely attractive, seductive, and charming boyfriend. 

"Were you jealous of the new guy?" 

Dazai stopped his movements for a second. You could feel his warm breath on your neck. The hand he had put on your leg was now slowly trailing upwards. "Why do you ask?" 

"You're a- eh, you're- kinda-" 

The hand grabbed you from behind, pressing your hips against his. "I'm what?" 

"Right now? Irresistible." 

Dazai smiled against your neck. It only lasted for two seconds before the word truly hit him. Irresistible. The smile faded, and his eyes darkened; like clouds covering the sun. You're not the first person to find him irresistible, but this felt different. You were different. Unlike all those other men and women who had only seen the shallow surface of him, you had touched the bottom of his soul. You knew about the shadows that darkened his heart, knew the pitch-black blood that pumped through it... and still you described him as irresistible.

Dazai heard the worried tone in your voice when you asked if he was all right. Always so concerned about him. Even though he had given you a hard time today by acting so possessive, you still were patient with him. Instead of telling you how you could do so much better, deserved better, Dazai decided to hold you tighter. A selfish man he was and a selfish man he would stay if it meant that he could learn about a world of light through you. 

The sun shone through the clouds and you gasped when Dazai created a love bite on your neck. That would show the rest of humanity for now that you belonged to him. "I'm fine, my love." Dazai looked up at you. "You're here with me, after all." 

#dazai x reader #dazai x you #bsd x reader #dazai osamu #bsd fic #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs #bsd writing #dazai fluff #dazai x y/n

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

My Hero Academy Masterlist

Be aware that these are fiction works made for entertainment purposes. It includes yandere behaviours and several triggers so make sure to READ THE WARNINGS at the beginning. 

I do not support any of these toxic behaviours. 

Some of the boys will be aged-up.

Reader is always female.

REACTIONS

▶ Toxic Relationship {Hawks, Dabi, Bakugo, Deku}

Katsuki Bakugo

▶ Lover's Quarrel - You get away from Bakugo’s toxic clutches. But soon your peace comes to an end. (Toxic Relationship; minor Violence/Abuse)

Dabi

▶ Hunger - Leaving you with an empty stomach is the first step for Dabi’s plan to break you. (Implied Kidnapping; Starvation; Manipulation)

Hawks/Keigo Takami

▶ Can't Leave Me - Seeing a darker side of Keigo has you rethinking your entire relationship. But it’s not like Keigo is planning on letting you go.  (Murder; Kidnapping)

More characters

Shoto Todoroki ▶ You're a small villain

#masterlist

[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

Whumpril 2024 - Day 20 - Touch Starved

Evritt is @whumpr 's boy!! Thank you for letting me borrow him, you know I love a soft sweet golden boy elf c:< This is VERY early on in their relationship!

TWs: None!! Just some touch starvation and cuddling here

"This is okay? You're sure?"

Evritt's voice drew a laugh from Mariano, midway through tugging his shirt off. "I'm sure. I want you to sleep in my bed with me." His binder followed, then his jeans and he pulled one of Bastian's old tees on to cover his chest and boxers before turning back around to Evritt. "Are you okay with it?"

Evritt sat in the bed, shirtless and antsy, the blankets already pulled up to his hips. "I'm sure. I just don't want to make you feel obligated to do...anything."

"I don't." Mariano punctuated this by crawling into his bed and slipping under the blankets, settling in on his back with a sigh. "We're just sleeping, it's way too late for you to be on the road or in the skies."

"I know, I know. Thank you, by the way." Evritt leaned back into the pile of pillows and turned off the lamp, blanketing them in darkness before he rolled onto his side.

One muscular arm draped over Mariano's waist, and goosebumps ripped up Mariano's arms. He tensed, breath catching. Evritt's body pressed up against his side, and Mariano shuddered.

"...Mariano? Are you okay?" Evritt started to lift his arm up, and before Mariano realized what he was doing, his hand darted to grab Evritt's wrist.

"Yes." Mariano started, voice sounding strangled. "Don't, don't move please." He said, trying to catch his breath. "It's just been a...a very long time since anyone's done...this."

Evritt was quiet. "Since anyone's...held you?" His voice was low.

Mariano couldn't hear his tone past his own thundering heartbeat. It was impossible to breathe. His face heated up as he swallowed. "Yes." He said. "I don't want you to stop."

"Oh." Evritt's arm relaxed over Mariano, before tightening around him and pulling himself closer. One of Evritt's legs hooked over Mariano's, and his head came to rest on Mariano's shoulder. He wrapped himself around Mariano, snug and smelling like hawk feathers and sunlight and fresh air. "Okay."

Mariano felt the aches and stiffness melt from his muscles, slow and steady, melting into his own bed with every passing moment. Evritt's weight was heavenly, the breath on his shoulder and neck was more than Mariano had ever wanted. He was so warm. His hair was soft.

Held so securely in the arms of his favorite knight in the safety of his own room, Mariano wasn't awake for longer than a few more minutes.

@whump-captain @whumpr @whumperofworlds @lektricwhump @cyberwhumper @bxtterflystxtches @inscrutable-shadow @honeybees-125

#whumpril2024 #whumprilday20 #day 20 #touch starved #touch starvation #mage of violence #evritt #this is so soft I promise #I love evritt #he's so CUTE #I WANT MORE OF HIM WHUMPR PLEASE

[linnoya-writes]

Zutara Childhood-Friends-to-Lovers Alter-Egos Forbidden-Romance AU (part III)

If the plan had been to keep this stealthy hawk from making her annual trips to the Southern Water Tribe, Zuko would not have guessed it by the way his uncle did not seem to notice the bird's absence, or the little messages she carried in her wing. For six months out of the year, Caiduri found a home in the icy glaciers, staying warm under the furs and fireplaces brought by her co-master, Katara.

The messages were not anything discreet; they were simply folktales retold in writing... stories that Zuko and Katara had shared in bits and pieces during those lengthy summers together, when they would eat their fruit and pretend to be ancient warriors fighting monsters in the gardens. Zuko wrote about the crescent moon, how it was the archery bow of Yazmina... daughter of the Sun God... who defied her father one night and stole flames from the Sun, launching them into the night sky to give people the stars. Katara wrote about the crescent moon as well, how it was the famous fishing hook of Hirruk, a legendary hunter of the Southern tribes who'd been given this hook by the gods to ice-fish the impossible Humpback Trout and save his village from starvation.

With each letter, Katara signed The Painted Lady. Zuko, The Blue Spirit.

It was safer this way.

They could find their way into each others’ life through letters those first four years…  and with careful strategy as the Blue Spirit and Painted Lady... Zuko and Katara read between the lines in their folktales that both the Fire Nation and Water Tribes are hoping to gather in the Earth Kingdom Capital to continue their separate trade agreements with King Kuei. Zuko promises to his uncle that he will not step out of line, Katara promises to Sokka that she will wash his socks for a month if that's what it takes to go to Ba Sing Se.

And when they each step on their respective ships headed toward the neutral Earth Kingdom territory, Zuko can feel the eagerness in his shaking hands. Katara can barely hold herself together, too.

They'd written about meeting under a plum tree that first night, after dark... though neither of them knew if plum trees were even native to the Earth Kingdom. It didn't matter, Katara thought. She would search every tree around the palace to find him.

Dressed in black, Zuko didn't find a plum tree anywhere... but he found himself walking under vines of deep purple grapes lined under the pergola of the King's grand palace gardens. This is close, he thought, maybe she might... I should wait. He climbed onto the top of the pergola and laid himself down to hide. I'll wait.

Zuko waited the entire night, his eyes almost drifting to sleep. A ruffling sound of vines jolted him back to look at the intruder. The. girl was dressed in black, approaching the pergola so curiously and carefully... as she always did. When he caught the wavy brown hair of her tribal braid, his heart pummeled against his chest.

Katara.

At first, she was alarmed at the mentioning of her name, as using their real names had NOT been a part of their plan, but the rasp in his voice was too much. It brought a smile to her entire face, and then she saw his eyes resting on the pergola. Extending his hand among so many hanging bunches of grapes, Katara let her friend pull her up to where he was. And they held each other, their voices muffled in laughter, and little words, and tears, and kisses.

The only witness was a crescent moon.

#zutara #zutara au #zutara fic #prince zuko #katara #zuko

[3rdeyeblaque]

On September 6th, we venerate Ancestor Tašhúŋka Witkó aka "Crazy Horse" on the 146th anniversary of his passing 🕊

[for our Hoodoos of First Nations descent]

Crazy Horse was the legendary Oglala Lakota Warrior who spearheaded the war against invading colonizers sweeping the land & recognized as a great leader committed to preserving the traditions and values of the Lakota ways of life.

Tašhúŋka Witkó was born into war; at a time when the European colonizer threat was growing, encroaching on sacred land & driving friction between Indian communities. Even as a boy, the warrior spirit was strong in him. He raided horses from Crow Nation at age 13. Once he came of age, he took up initiation through Vision Questing. Tašhúŋka Witkó fasted alone in the wilderness for four days and nights seeking guidance from Great Spirit. What he received from this monumental moment would chart his course through life as the greatest warrior his People had ever known. He earned his reputation among the Lakota, not only by skill, but also by his fierce determination to preserve the traditions of his people. He was known for refusing to be photographed, leading with the traditional belief that by doing so would capture an essence of his soul.

By his mid-teens, Tašhúŋka Witkó (by then Crazy Horse) was already a full-fledged warrior; known for his staggering bravery and prowess on the battlefield. He rode into battle with a hawk feather in his hair, a rock behind his ear, & a lightning bolt slashed across his face. The ancestral mysticism and rituals that went into preparing him for battle is what blessed him with the power & protection to succeed.

He led his first war party in Oglala Chief Red Cloud's war against the European colonizers invading lands Wyoming from 1865-1868. He met U.S. forces in open battle for the first time in 1876 after he became a resistance leader against the Lakota being forced onto reservations. He led a band of Lakota Warriors alongside Sitting Bull, the Cheynne, & other neighboring Tribes in counterattack in the Battle of Little Bighorn against Custer’s 7th U.S. Cavalry Battalion. Custer, 9 of his officers, & 280 soldiers, all lay dead in his wake. From then on, the U.S. Gov. targeted the Northern Plains tribes who resisted its encroachment. After a year of forcing the displacement of many Indigenous communities, slaughtering the Buffalo population, and driving their starvation into surrender, eventually the same fate fell upon the Olglala Band of Lakota Nation. In 1877, under a truce flag, Crazy Horse traveled to Fort Robinson to negotiate terms of mutual surrender.

Negotiations with U.S. Military leaders broke down, allegedly as a result of the translator's incorrectly translationof what Crazy Horse said, which spurred them to quickly imprison Crazy Horse. Once he realized their scheme, Crazy Horse broke free & drew his knife. A infantry guard made a successful lunge with a bayonet and mortally wounded him. Crazy Horse succumbed to his wound shortly thereafter once it became infected. After his death, his parents buried him at an undisclosed location near Wounded Knee, South Dakota. There he rests among with the Ancestors he venerate so deeply.

"[ “Where are your lands now?”] “My lands are where my dead lie buried.” - Crazy Horse's response to a U.S. Cavalry man's taunts at the Battle of Little Big Horn.

We pour libations & give him💐 today as we celebrate him for his unbridled warrior spirit, his leadership, prowess, & for being a beacon of light leading all Indigenous American descendants back to our traditional ways of life.

Offering suggestions: prayers toward his elevation, libations of water, offerings of tobacco, & Oglala Lakota songs/prayers

‼️Note: offering suggestions are just that & strictly for veneration purposes only. Never attempt to conjure up any spirit or entity without proper divination/Mediumship counsel.‼️

#hoodoo #hoodoos #atr #atrs #the hoodoo calendar #Crazy Horse #Tašhúŋka Witkó #lakota nation #oglala band #oglala lakota #land back #ancestor elevation #first nations #american indian #black indigenous #indigenous americans

[topguncortez]

Bad Medicine | Chapter 3

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synopsis: A wealthy Italian mobster sets up his daughter to marry the head of one of the last remaining mafias in California. The union was supposed to create and heal the damage between two families, but all it does is cause more harm than good. MAJOR SLOW BURN (ENEMIES TO LOVERS)

word count: 3.2k

Warnings: death/murder, guns, violence, physical abuse, cursing, mentions of prostitution, mentions of murder, blood, nudity, mentions of drugs, mentions of a brothel, torture, stabbing, burning, gun shots

Jake was never really a fan of the club. He’d much rather go to the rings instead, but like the Joker, he felt the need to show up to his own club. He stood on the second floor, leaning against the railing, looking down at the packed dance floor. He eyed Rooster and his other close friend, Javy from his spot. Javy had some redhead pressed up against him, his hand on her hips, their lips locked, merely seconds away from fucking on the dance floor. Rooster was sandwiched in between a blonde woman and a tall muscular brunette man. Bob stood next to Jake, watching everything. Bob was like a hawk, his eyes searching for the enemy. Jake sometimes wonders if he made a mistake in choosing Rooster for head of security, but Bob had a hard time killing a spider. 

Jake raised his glass of dark bourbon to his lips, “How are things at the house?” He asked Bob. 

“So far silent,” Bob said, “Leo said she took a bath and locked herself in the bedroom. Emile went home for the night. That Payback guy asked if he could stand by since we were gone, and I said that’s okay.” 

“Do we trust him?” 

“No reason not to,” Bob shrugged, “He’d be a fucking idiot to go against Santiago and whisk his daughter off to some place.” 

Jake smirked and nodded. He had only met Gianni Santiago once, and from that brief meeting, he could tell what a sick person he was. Gianni had shown up to a meeting, hands still stained with blood, eyes still wide from the high. He had walked into the boardroom with a woman, bare and on a leash behind him. 

“Dead man fucking walking,” Bob said eyeing a new face on the dance floor. Jake stood up taller, watching as the man in question went over and threw his arm around Isabella, who Jake had been avoiding all night, “He’s on your girl.”

“He can have her,” Jake scoffed, and threw back the rest of his bourbon, “Let him have a little fun first. . . I want him in the Chamber on the pew at midnight.” 

“What about Y/N?” 

“What about her?” Bob opened his mouth like he was going to say something but Jake cut him off, “Business is not going to change just cause some bitch lives in my house now. Gomez, on the pew, at midnight.” 

Bob nodded his head, knowing better than to go against Jake’s order. Out of all of them, Bob still acted as though he was still in the ranks. Jake was his superior officer for all intents and purposes, and Bob was not going to disobey a superior’s order. Jake clapped his friend on the back before looking back over the crowd. His green eyes went back to watching the man, Jeffery Gomez, weasel his way into getting Isabella to dance with him. Isabella flashed a look up at Jake, who sent her a smug smile. Isabella was clueless and would do anything to make Jake jealous, even if that meant grinding up on a man who would be headless by the time the night is over. Bob threw his head back, drinking down the rest of his drink. That was probably the only thing that changed about Bob Floyd, he started drinking. 

“I’ll see you back at the house,” Bob said, patting Jake’s back, “I’ll go let the guys know so they can get ready.”

“Maze?” The maze was one of Rooster’s most prized possessions. He had built it underneath the garden, and could control the pathways with an ipad. Rooster put his prisoners in there and watched as they struggled to try and get out. . .no one ever made it out alive. They either were killed in the maze or died of starvation trying to get out. Sometimes he would make it a quick death, other times he liked to watch them suffer. 

“Nah,” Bob sighed, “I think he might take a page out of Gianni’s book. . . missing junk.”

“Bastard,” Jake smirked and shook his head, “Send me an update about our prisoner when you get home. Make sure she hasn’t flung herself off the balcony or slit her wrists in the tub yet.”

Bob nodded, retreating away with some guards on his footsteps. Jake leaned back over the railing, looking around, spotting a girl staring him up and down. Her tan legs were exposed as she sat on a leather couch. Her deep red manicured nails gently scratched her exposed thigh, and she tilted her head back, giving Jake a show. Jake licked his lips, setting his empty glass down on a ledge and walking over to her. Her friends squealed as Jake got close. He held his hand out to her, and she looked at her friends with a smile, before pushing up off her seat and following him. 

“Where are we going?” She asked him innocently. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Jake answered. He walked downstairs, her hand never leaving his. Jake pushed his way through the crowd, which really wasn’t that hard as everyone seemed to part like Moses and the Red Sea. Jake made his way over to Rooster, who was now kissing the blonde girl, while the man behind him kissed up and down his neck, “Hey, we got shit to do. The orgy can wait.” 

Rooster lifted his head up and Jake nodded his head to where he had spotted Jeffery earlier, “Ah, Jefe has entered the building?” 

“Falling into the fucking venus fly trap,” Jake said. 

“Gross man,” Rooster said, scrunching up his face in disgust. He kissed the blonde one more time, before detangling from the two of them, “Pretty sure Coyote went down to the lounges.” 

“And you’re calling me gross?” Jake joked. Rooster just shook his head and followed Jake down towards the private longues, “Oh this is. . . “ 

“Lily,” The girl answered. 

“I don’t like it. . . Cherry,” Jake said and the girl nodded. 

“You check her age?” Rooster whispered. 

“Does it matter?” Jake asked and then turned to the girl, “You’ll be a good girl for me, right?” The girl nodded wordlessly and Jake smirked. He walked over to the closed door of one of the private rooms, “Wrap that shit up kids, we got work.” Jake yelled knocking on the door. He could hear Javy groan and laughed at his friend telling whatever girl he was with to get off of him. 

“Couldn’t fucking wait?” Javy asked, opening the door half naked.

“I’ll let you blow your load all over Gomez’s face. Now come on,” Jake said and winked at the redhead who was behind Javy, “You,” Jake said turning to Cherry. He grabbed her face and placed a rough kiss on her lips, “Go with them.” 

“B-but I thought-” 

“No, you didn’t think anything,” He grabbed the girl's chin and looked into her blue eyes, “Do as you're told, go with them,” Jake demanded and the girl cowered away. Javy wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her to follow him, “Fucking women. They don’t make them like they used to.” 

“Aimless housewives?” Rooster asked. 

“Yeah. They all seem to have something to say now.” 

“Well, hate to break it to ya, don’t think your wife is going to listen much either,” Rooster said, patting his friends back before heading towards the SUV. 

“She’ll learn,” Jake muttered to himself, fixing his collar and walking towards the dark alley behind the club. Their driver was waiting for them, and opened the door for Jake to get in. He was thankful that they made the exit swiftly, he had enough of the paparazzi snapping pictures of him leaving the clubs with women lately. Bob sent Jake a text letting them now that Gomez had been captured and they were working on bringing him back to the compound. Jake locked his phone and made eye contact with the driver in the rearview mirror and nodded. 

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The night sky in San Diego was foggy, and cloud covered. Y/N looked up at the sky as she lounged in the infinity pool. She had snuck out of her room past her guards, leaving a trail of clothes in case they completely started shitting their pants at her disappearance. The water was cool as it relaxed her, but so did the wine she drank too. She had already been missing the Italian night sky, being able to see the constellations from her balcony. 

Y/N pushed off the ledge she was leaning against, and floated in the middle of the pool on her back. The night air was cool, and left goose bumps over her naked body. Her eyes searched for the different constellations in the sky, easily being able to point out Scorpius, her favorite one. She could remember the story of the cluster of stars from hearing her mother tell it over and over. 

She took a big breath and pushed herself underwater, letting her body float softly towards the bottom. She felt her back hit the bottom of the pool, she opened her eyes, seeing the distorted picture above her of the night sky. Y/N could feel her lungs and eyes start to burn as she counted the seconds that passed by. The burning of the chlorine was slightly inviting as she relaxed into the water, feeling her body being gently tugged by the water. 

She expelled all the air from her lungs, watching as the air bubbles floated to the surface. It was quiet, the only sound was the small buzz in her ears. The pounding in her head increased, so she pushed herself off the bottom and broke through the surface. She took a deep breath of fresh air, slicking her wet locks behind her. The night air was chilly, and sent goosebumps down her spine. Y/N dove back underwater quickly, when she broke the surface she was facing the back entrance to the house, and now noticed more lights on in the house. 

Swimming herself over to the side of the pool, she pushed herself out and grabbed her towel, drying her naked form off. She quickly slid on her robe and tied her wet hair in a bun. She grabbed the remnants of the wine bottle and glass, moving quickly back into the house. She didn’t want to piss off Jake or any of the boys. She hardly had any real interaction with the boys besides Jake, but she could see the same look in Rooster’s eyes that was in Gianni’s, wild and electric. There always had to be one torturer in the group. Y/N rinsed out her wine glass and corked the bottle putting it away. 

She was about to run back up the stairs when she heard a shrill scream. Her conscience told her to keep going up the stairs, but something in her told her to move towards the sound. She cursed herself, as her bare feet moved back down the glass staircase and towards the sounds of screaming. Y/N hadn’t really explored the house yet, so she was going off intuition and sound. Her feet brought her to a door that sat opposite of the office she was in earlier. She gently pushed the door open and found a single dark staircase that descended into more darkness. 

“You’re a real dumbass, Santiago,” Y/N whispered to herself as she quietly walked down wooden stairs. This part of the house must be part of the original. She had found the articual layout in a box in Jake’s office. She didn’t mean to find it. . . well, yes she did mean to find it. Most mobsters were paranoid, and she knew that there had to be tunnels or paths under the house, and she was right. There was a tunnel that led from Jake’s office to a train station. 

She walked as carefully and quietly as she could, but it was easy to move with the growing whimpers and screams from the basement. The basement looked like most did in slasher films and horror movies. It was dark, light by a couple bright light bulbs. It smelled of dirt and blood, and Y/N could see old blood splatters on the floor. There was also a wooden church bench in the middle of the room, which is what she assumed Jake meant when he said “the pew” earlier. She let out a gasp as she reached a level where she could see them, and some poor soul chained up by his wrists, dangling in front of them. 

Rooster was holding a lighter to the man’s skin, letting it sizzle. The smirk on his face made Y/N’s stomach churn, Rooster was enjoying what he was doing. The chained up man’s body was covered in burns, bruises and fresh scars, more than likely from Rooster. His once soft, inviting brown eyes were dark and cold. His body language was different, his frame seeming larger as he inflicted pain upon the man. 

Rooster removed the lighter from the man’s skin, setting it down, only to pick up a knife and run the blade down the freshly charred skin. The chained man let out a loud sob, as Jake held his hand up to stop Rooster. Jake stood with his arms crossed, eyeing the man chained in front of him. There was a man with gorgeous tan skin standing next to Jake, who had the same expression on his face, unreadable and ready to kill. Bob was the one who noticed Y/N, sending her a warning look and motioning softly for her to go back up the stairs before Jake noticed. Y/N shook her head, fear freezing her brain from making rational choices. 

“I’m going to ask you again,” Jake said, stepping forward. He held his hand out and Rooster placed a knife in his hand. Jake twirled the knife over in his hand, walking up to the chained man, “Who gave you the order to rough up one of my whores?” 

“N-No one!” The man yelled. Jake’s face rose into a sinister smirk as he took the knife and dug it straight into the man’s scrotum. The man yelled in pain, loud enough to make the walls vibrate. Bob turned his head, and looked at his shoes, while Rooster couldn’t hold back a small chuckle. Y/N couldn’t help but let out a small scream, covering her mouth quickly. 

Jake snapped his head over to the staircase. If his eyes weren’t ready to kill they certainly were now. Jake didn’t even say anything, but Y/N started walking over to him. Jake grabbed her body, pulling it flush against him, holding the same knife he just used against her throat. Jake ghosted his lips over her ear. Y/N closed her eyes, feeling the cool metal against her skin, and the drip of the chained man’s blood ran down her throat. 

“You tell me, or I'll slit her throat right here,” Jake said. His voice had seemed to drop an octave, sounding more intimidating. The unknown man, Bob and Rooster all shared a look, not sure of what Jake’s motive was. They all knew they couldn’t kill Y/N, as much as Jake probably wanted to, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t rough her up a bit to teach her a lesson. 

“Jake, just let her go-” Bob said, taking a step forward but Jake pressed the knife into her skin, making her let out a gasp. 

“Oh no, she decided to come down here and intervene. If this fucker,” Jake nodded towards the chained man, “Really values women as much as he claims too then he won’t let me kill her. So. . . who gave you the order!” His voice was loud and it made Y/N jump in his arms. He could feel her body start to tremble. 

“I said, I don’t know!” The man yelled, “Let me go! Let her go! Please!” 

Jake pressed the knife down harder, and Y/N gasped feeling the crushing weight of it. She felt her breathing becoming restricted and did her best to not move. Jake wrapped his hand tighter around her midsection to keep her standing. The blade made a slight cut against her tan skin, and she prayed that the poor bastard would confess before she ended up on the ground bleeding out. 

“Tell me!” Jake yelled, the veins in his throat popping out, “I swear to fucking god, I’ll kill her.” 

The unknown man moved next to Y/N, holding a gun against her temple, “We’re not fucking joking.” 

‘So much for possibly having an ally’ she thought to herself. 

Y/N closed her eyes, letting the tears fall freely. She had always been smart to stay away from Gianni’s torture room. It had taken years of therapy to get over what she had seen him do to Francisco and her own trauma she endured. She felt her body shaking in Jake’s grasp, as her breathing came few and far between. She felt like her body would collapse in dead weight if it wasn’t for Jake’s harsh grip on her body keeping her upright. 

“I-I don’t-” The man started as the unknown man cocked the gun, pulling a round into the chamber. He pressed it firmly against her head, as if he was trying to push the barrel into her skin, “F-Fine! It was Soto, Dante Soto! He wanted to get you back for cutting his gun stock and I-” 

The man couldn’t finish his sentence as the unknown man shot him in the head. Y/N screamed at the sound. Jake let her go and she collapsed on the ground. Bob moved over to help her, grabbing her arm to lift her up, but Jake held his hand up to stop him. 

“Leave her,” He said, wiping off his knife and setting it back on the table. 

“Jake-” 

“I said, leave her!” Jake yelled again and Bob stepped back from Y/N, “The whore’s gotta learn somehow. Get some guys to clean this shit up. Deliver him on Soto’s front door. Leave a nice little note too.” 

All four of them walked past Y/N as she pulled herself into the fetal position and cried. Jake watched her as she sobbed onto the ground, and smirked. He squatted down by her body and ran his hand over her back. The gesture would usually bring comfort to one person, but Y/N felt nothing but fear in it. Her body trembled as she pulled her knees closer to her chest. The smell of blood was starting to make her head spin. 

"You're gonna learn not to disobey me someday," Jake whispered to her. He pushed himself off from his squatting position, fixed his suit jacket before walking out of the chamber.

She heard the door slam shut and she couldn’t move. It was like she was reliving her worst nightmare all over again. Francisco was holding her to the ground, repeatedly punching her, kicking her, choking her until there were spots in her vision. Y/N let out a scream that echoed off the walls but fell on deaf ears.

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[bonefall]

BB!Speckletail

[ID: Speckletail from WC. She is a light golden tabby with a fluffy 'cravat' mane and brown stripes. She also has brown flecks.]

Since she's been coming up a lot! The problematic bulldozer conqueror herself. The only apprentice to survive the Great Hunger, inheritor of Doestar's legacy, and girl with the coolest death in BB

Clanmew Name: Poeswash Tiny spots pattern (Poes) + Tail (Swash)

Alignment: ThunderClan, born and raised

Relationships: Parents - Stagleap & Mossheart Aunt - Doestar Mentor - Pinestar Apprentices - Halftail, Mousefur Children - Lionheart, Goldenflower, Mistleclaw, Snowkit Grandchildren - Cinderpelt, Brackenfur, Thornclaw, Brightheart, Swiftpaw, Lynxkit, Bramblestar, Tawnypelt Father-of-her-children (derogatory) - Smallear

A serious, relentless molly who pushes herself to the limits of her abilities, and one of ThunderClan's strongest warriors when she was in her prime. Always says what's on her mind, even if you didn't want to hear it, and would rather 'beg forgiveness' rather than ask permission.

She may be aggressive and critical, but it's easy to understand where it came from. Speckletail has has a rough life-- between losing family to starvation, her murderous son-in-law, and a hawk, she has a hard time catching a break.

Ideologically, she is an excellent example of a Hard Traditionalist. She believes strongly in the values of Clan Culture at the time of TPB, like purity, loyalty, and strength, and is one of Firepaw's 'lesser' antagonists well into his warriorhood.

After her death, Speckletail is invoked as a Patron of Disaster. When storms ravage territory, or when fire tears through the forest, she is prayed to for protection, and to forestall the destruction long enough for you to make an escape.

Jumbled trivia below the cut!

The 'creamy ruff' that Doestar has is a trait that follows down to Speckletail, and at least one of the Frostfour will end up getting it.

The 'boots' and spots are from her mother, Mossheart.

Speckletail is very religious. She prays to StarClan regularly, and would often consult the Clerics with things she'd perceived as signs. She doesn't have visions, but is still quite pious.

Featherwhisker was always so good at assuring her that her nightmares weren't signs... she misses him immensely. Though she got along just fine with Spottedleaf.

She was Pineheart's first apprentice, and just as he began training her, the Great Hunger began. It was a barren summer, and a frigid winter.

None of her siblings survived. None of the other apprentices, either. She even lost her father, Stagleap. A lot of cats died.

But Pineheart kept her alive, and taught her how to be resourceful.

To her dying day, Speckletail was 'thrifty...' and would yell at cats who she saw wasting food.

In general, she could be quite negative. She had a bad habit of imagining the worst case scenario and sticking to it.

But it also made her very brave. Her worst fear is the thought of missing her chance to save someone-- death has no power over her.

In spite of her critical and harsh personality, she was VERY close with all of her family. She regularly braided Goldenflower's mane for her, and spent lots of time with her grandchildren.

She was especially happy when Goldenflower chose Tigerclaw as a mate, she was always fond of the boy.

So, she was particularly shocked when his crimes came to light. Especially that he'd been working with ShadowClan, and they assassinated Lionheart for him.

Snowkit's death devastated her, when he pushed Tawnykit out of the way as the hawk bore down on them. In her prime, she could have made that leap, she'd killed large prey like hawks before... but she couldn't. She was too old, and the strength had left her body.

She didn't like the Elder's Den very much, and felt restless. She felt powerless all over again.

And speaking of elders, Smallear is the father of her kittens but they had a very volatile relationship. They're too much alike, and were constantly getting into fights and breaking off.

He was not involved with any of their three litters. Speckletail pointedly raised them alone, but it was known that Smallear was the father.

But this also meant she mourned them alone, when Mistleclaw died of plague, Lionheart was assassinated, and when she had no body of Snowkit's to bury.

She was finally at peace with it all, in the final days. Seeing her grandchildren become fine warriors, getting to watch her great-grandchild Whitepaw grow up.

But then the destruction of the forest began with a twoleg monster veering off the Thunderpath, rolling over the trees.

As the camp was evacuating in a panic, she called Thornclaw to her, and ran towards the danger.

She wouldn't let humans and their pets take more family from her... aaaand allowed some guy probably named Matthew to file the WILDEST workman's comp case in history.

While Speckletail just thought she was attacking another predator, little did she know she was making the news and setting off a cascade of events that would lead to a team of researchers getting funding. A miracle.

But the Clan cats don't know this... all they know is that when they pulled Speckletail out of the wreckage, her fur was shiny with the blood of the monster.

It was too noxious to clean off of her remains, so they buried her with a rainbow in her fur.

Speckletail immediately became popular across the Clans for this story, becoming a patron in record time.

#BB!Speckletail #Better Bones AU #BB!TPB

[antimony-medusa]

A Hundred Things You Have Not Dreamed Of

He was wearing a boar-face mask with bloody tusks. One of the lenses over the eyes had shattered, the light from a streetlight catching on the spiderweb in the glass. The swordsman tilted his head at the hawk, clearing his throat. “Yeah?” he said.

It tucked its talons behind its back. “Good evening,” it said obediently. Speaking was always a risk, no one wanted a noisy hawk, but it could take an obvious hint. The swordsman pointed the sword in its direction. “You work for The Brotherhood.” His voice was raspy. He seemed to want an answer. The rain dripped out of the hawk’s hair. “Not anymore.” “Oh.” The swordsman eyed it. The empty spots for weapons and gear at its belt, the scorch marks and slashes in its clothing, its meek stance. He cleared his throat again. “You ran?”

The hawk nodded. “Heh.” The swordsman lowered the point of the sword. “Do y’wanna stick together?” Or: Emduo Human Weapon Recovery Arc.

Status: 10/10 chapters, updated 26 July, 27,743 words

Fandom: Dream SMP

Characters: Technoblade, Philza

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Superheros/Superpowers only in the sense that there are evil AIM-style organizations, Alternate Universe - Mob Hybrids, Alternate Universe - Minimum Wage, I know these tags are really painting a weird picture, Dehumanization, Characters Treated As Dehumanized Human Weapons, Implied cannibalsm, Physical Abuse, Medical Abuse, Starvation, The previous six tags all in backstory, Quite a lot of writing about food, it/its pronouns used for dehumanizing reasons, Recovery, The inherent healing nature of eating junk food, philza minecraft has wings, Cuddling, Nightmares, This was supposed to be 8k but it got away from me, Embedded Images, Hurt/Comfort, The slow acquisition of realizing you're snarky, Queerplatonic Technoblade/Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Philza-centric, This is so self-indulgent to me specifically but that's fanfiction babey, superhero-movie level violence levels, Autistic Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Autistic Philza, Look they are Aut4Aut in this I didn't mean for it to happen it just did

I wrote something for @mcytblraufest! Here is the first chapter of the fic that's been lovingly described in my notes as "hunting hawk whump recovery" for the last two months. It's all pre-written, so there'll be daily updates till I get it all posted!

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[celticcrossanon]

Hi Celta, I was motivated to watch some military movies after all this recent talk about Harry ahis appalling conduct regarding his family and the Invictus Games.

There’s one particular act of bravery that I have been thinking about when you just look at how appalling Harry has behaved in and out of the Army.

The movie “Black Hawk Down” is based on a true story on how a US raid in a hostile neighborhood in Somalia’s capital city Mogadishu went horribly wrong. The US was sent in early 1990s to Somalia as part of a UN peacekeeping initiative after 300,000 Somalis died of intentional starvation as a result of a civil war going on between warring tribal clans.

The US sent in a large contingent of US military personnel into a hostile neighborhood to grab some low ranking militia persons who potentially had information as to where to the most wanted faction leader of the Somali National Alliance was in Mogadishu.

The raid was successful in that the US captured the people in question and returned them back to their base for interrogation. It was after the raid where things went back. Two Black Hawk helicopters were shot down by RPGs from armed Somalis on the ground.

Two Delta guys, Randy Shughart and Gary Gordon (who were 1-tier US Army Special Forces) were in a Black Hawk not shot down and radioed General Garrison back at base and pleaded with him several times for permission to go protect the survivors in the downed Black Hawk helicopter. The third time they asked, General Garrison spoke to them personally over the radio and warned them it was a suicide mission in that he couldn’t promise any US Army convoys could arrive in time (as the convoys who were sent to help the downed Black Hawks were pinned down and under attack in other parts of the neighborhood).

Shughart and Gordon responded that they understood it was a suicide mission but they couldn’t leave a fellow man behind. They were given permission and held off the armed Somalis anywhere from half an hour to nearly an hour before both Shughart and Gordon were killed in action. The surviving Black Hawk pilot was taken hostage and was released from captivity 11 days later.

For their bravery, Shughart and Gordon were posthumously awarded the Medal of Honor, which is the highest award given for acts of bravery for US military personnel.

Harry does not understand loyalty or selfless service to others. He is a revolting coward. It’s disgusting to see how Harry repeatedly mistreats his family and disrespects the Armed Forces, many who display the qualities Harry lacks. It’s a pity he doesn’t realize what his actions have done to others. Harry will never measure up to the brave men and women who do serve to protect the UK, the US, Australia, New Zealand, Canada and so on. The sooner Invictus dumps Harry, the better. The veterans deserve better. 

Thank you for listening to my rant, Celta. :) There are brave and honorable people out there. Harry just isn’t one of them.

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Hi TeaWithBooks,

I have no problems with listening to your rant. :)

I agree that Harry does not understand loyalty, service to others, honour, or bravery. He is out for one person only - himself. The veterans definitely deserve better.

#submission