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targaryenluvs · 4 months

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Idk if you are taking requests currently, but if you are…

Could you write a similar fic to our little dove, where Coriolanus doesn’t kill Lucy. I would’ve loved to see more of them arguing over who gets to spend time with the reader, and all three of them spending time together.

Or maybe a different ending where Lucy takes reader to pick up katniss with her. And whilst Coriolanus is in the cabin lucy convinces reader to run away with her… but Coriolanus finds both of them and takes them to the Capitol with him.

OUR LITTLE DOVE,, ALT ENDING

pairings: dark!lucy gray x fem!reader, dark!coriolanus snow x fem!reader, coriolanus snow x lucy gray

summary: you reunite with your dear songbird after the games, but it seems the capitol has followed her home, and taken an interest in the two of you. but it seems lucy gray is willing to share you with a certain peacekeeper, even if you aren’t.

a/n: here’s for all who wanted a different ending! the full fic is here ( our little dove )this is just a detour for everyone who wasn’t happy with the ending! DONT READ IF YOU HAVENT READ THE FULL FIC!!!

the trek back to town had you dying. it usually didn’t take so long but with coriolanus’s arm practically glued to you, the sun beating down on your trio and your dress sticking to you? fainting seemed very fun right now.

the entire routine was rushed, food stashed, no goodbyes to your family nor friends, just lucy and coriolanus wanting you on the train asap. they’d sprung their plan of going back to the captiol on you quite abruptly once you reached town but at this point you had no hope in your body of escaping them. so you obliged and followed like a lost puppy.

being in the capitol was worse.

you were completely and utterly alone. coriolanus was busy running the country, lucy was always working and you always seemed to be stuck on your windowsill. staring out onto the streets as the world passed you by. stuck in a prison of marble and luxury.

at first you had to endure lucy and coriolanus’s never ending arguing, always over you. when you still had an inkling of freedom. “are you kidding me? you chose what she wore yesterday lucy. will you just back the fuck off?” lucy’s jaw was dropped open, “excuse me? she was my-” coriolanus’s head tilted back as he dragged his hands over his face, “oh my god how many times are you going to use that? who the hell got her here huh? who provides for all of us? sure as hell not you. now don’t make this any harder. she’s wearing the red dress.” you sat there the whole time, just waiting for someone to notice you.

it always led back to you. but apparently kidnapping you and uprooting your life wasn’t enough since after time the duo fed off of eachother, delusions enlarging. seemingly everyone was out to get you, be with you, but you were theirs. coriolanus wasn’t president long enough yet to go around killing people without raising suspicion and alert towards him and as much as people did respect him, he couldn’t exactly go around killing everyone who looked at you and lucy even if he wished to. so he settled for the next best thing. keeping you away from them, out of reach.

and here you ended up, alone.

you had everything you’d ever dreamed of yet it all meant nothing. you were a shell of your old self and the two of them knew it. but all they cared was that you were with them. whisperings of the president having two lovers were imminent, lucy gray the victor, and the other. the unknown. and you weren’t sure if they’d ever know you. if anyone knew who you were, what you looked like let alone your name. even the staff of your prison did what was necessary, nothing more nor less. food, water, changed bedsheets and drawn baths was all the interaction you had with people that weren’t corio nor lucy.

you wanted to die, anything was better than living the same day over and over. the little flickers of hope came in the form of broken promises whispered during the dark nights, barely heard over the heaving breaths originating from yourself and the other two. promises of people, of the sun and temporary escape from here. but you’d learnt not to believe them.

“sweetheart, it’s not good for you to sit there all day. come, eat.” coriolanus asked demanded from the doorway of your library. the book at your feet long forgotten. coriolanus led you to the dining room where lucy was already eating. “there you are baby. somethin’ wrong?” lucy’s eyebrows were creasing as she took you in, empty eyes, emotionless face, slumped shoulders. you were nothing like the girl from twelve.

y/n l/n. sweetheart to almost everyone. a smile on her face as she went about her day. opening up to people and allowing others to lean on her. making sure her friends were okay when she noticed the slightest shift in feelings. always the lover. the carer.

but the girl who stood in front of her was so different and it broke her heart.

but she knew if she wanted to repair you she’d have to let you go. and as the three of you cuddled together in bed, your soft breaths lulling coriolanus and herself to sleep, she knew it was worth it, as long as you were here.

how selfish! she thought, but at the end of the day.

you’re our little dove.

#hunger games x reader #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x fem!reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x lucy x reader #lucy gray x fem!reader #lucy gray x reader #lucy gray baird x reader #dark!lucy gray baird x reader #dark!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

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sleekswosobession · 1 month

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death is a funny thing

alexia putellas x fem!reader

prompt: alexia angst on 10/10 out of angst scale - for madres bday

A/N: happy birthday madre @greynatomy ! 🥳🥳 you are now stuck at the restaurant

i cried while making this. i dont cry while writing or reading fanfic.

TW: Death, hurt/no comfort, the thought of me not making a part 2 for this

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2 weeks. That's what the doctor said. 2 weeks until you're dead and you soul is gone from the earth. How does one hold that infomation? How are they supposed to take it? It's not like anyone's alive to really tell you how to cope or react.

So, you sit in silence. Being taken back to the memories of playing football as a child, being in your national team for the first time. Playing for your senior team for the first time. That first kiss with Alexia which was unlike any you'd had before. The first time you'd told her you loved her, and how she immediately said it back.

All of it would come to an end.

You knew you should've been here weeks ago when you first started feeling off, but you weren't one to go a doctor when something felt bad. Just hoped it would go away unless you knew it was an injury that'd affect your career. The only reason you were in the room was because Alexia dragged you there.

What would have happened if she hadn't?

You stare at the wall in front of you, mind without thoughts. Just the shell of someone who used to be there. You feel bad for Alexia, how would she cope? You knew she had plans of proposing, you just didn't know when. That will all be a dream in only a fortnight.

How much will change by then? Will she push you out like she does with most others? Or will she hold you close, thinking that if she did you wouldn't leave her when you both know that won't happen.

When you do look at her, there's tears streaming down her face. Staining her shirt and falling onto the floor. The doctor leads you both out giving a form of all legal action needed before you die. Who to give your money to, how you want to be buried or cremated.

You wonder how they can say such news then proceed to hand papers while being devoid of any emotion. Maybe they've done it too many times to really feel.

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Alexia drives home, eyes still leaking with tears. You're not quite sure how she's driving but you both make it home. You watch her mundane and robotic movements, until she's in the living room. That's her breaking point.

You immediately go to her, wrapping your arms around her without saying a word. This makes her sob harder.

"I can't live without you. Please no." Is all you hear over the sound of her breaking down.

"Alexia." You say, but she shakes her head.

"Alexia look at me." Again, it's no use.

"Ale please." She finally listens, looking up shaking as her lip wobbles.

"When I am gone, you will be sad yes but I trust you'll get over me. I trust you will be even better than you are now. You are the greatest woman I've ever met and you are the strongest. I will be with you here until the end and even when I'm not here physically..." You pause and touch her heart with your hand. "I'll always be with you here, remember that. And if heaven or the afterlife is real, I'll watch over you. I promise." You whisper resting your forehead against her own.

She whails into the evening, you cry along with her. Reality and the fear of death finally sinking deep into your bones. You will die. You can't be here forever.

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The next day when training is supposed to be on is when you tell everyone at the club, sadness lingers in the air as you hug your friends. The ones who had become a new family for you. The young players like Salma and Vicky whom you'd baiscally 'adopted' when they joined the senior team. You consoled them along with Caroline (your best friend) the most. Those apart from Alexia being the ones you were always with.

It was decided a farewell dinner would be hosted. The last memories and last time to be with you.

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Alexia wouldn't leave your side, you didn't want to leave hers either. The weight she'd carry on herself after this is too much for your own failing heart. You wanted to be with her for the rest of your life, and by that you meant grow old. Not die at 27.

The dinner was as much as anyone would expect it to be. Teary eyes and frowns painted on everyones face. The mourning had started before you left, and somehow that was even more painful.

Your will was mainly going to the football club, with no family left to give it to. Part of it went to investment in womens sports and some went to Alexia. You'd asked to be cremated, 1/3 of your ashes in the new Camp Nou, 1/3 of your ashes to be washed away by the heavy winds at the beach you loved so much, and a third to be with Alexia to do as she pleases. Whether to keep or give to people you held so close.

The end is near, it's relieving in a sense. That all this anxiety toward the date will just go. Everything for you will stop. But, you hate being the reason people are upset. All you'll leave is pain and anguish until one by one your friends heal. Alexia heals.

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Today was the day, you're not sure how you know but you do. You wait with Alexia, remembering all good times. No words are said, she's trying to remember every detail in your face. Fearing the she'll forget you.

"Alexia." She takes a deep breath, nodding at you to continue.

"I love you, I love you in everyway possible. I love you in every universe. I love you to the moon and saturn. Never forget me, as I'll never forget you." You whisper, breath shaky as you feel yourself drifting away.

"I could never, forget you amor. You're safer wherever you are next. I love you. More than words could ever convey." Her voice breaks.

You don't want to leave her, why did it have to be like this?

She places her lips against yours one last time. Your eyes close, one last time.

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well... no part 2. reader will not come back from the dead like melanie martinez

but last night i dreamt i kissed taylor swift so theres that

#woso #woso community #woso x reader #woso fanfics #barcelona femeni #wlw #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas

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kingcunny · 6 months

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thank you sm!! <3

ive made a couple posts about balerion and viserys before, and i got another one in the works in my drafts. like im obviously biased but theyre one of my favorite dragon-rider bonds, even though they were only together for a year.

jorah in the main series says at one point that targaryen dragons were bred for war, and in war they died. balerion being the last of the valyria-born dragons probably has this instinct better than most. he takes aegon i as his rider because aegon is a conqueror, and is going to use him for the purpose he was born for.

the aegon i -> maegor line i think is pretty easy to understand. just like aegon i, maegor is also a conqueror. balerion sees in him that same war-instinct that he saw in aegon i, that he himself has.

maegor -> aerea is where things start to shift. balerion is an old war machine, but his last two riders died outside of war and away from him. aegon i from a stroke, maegor was eaten by the iron throne. hes made his lair on his not-quite-home dragonstone, when this upset little girl who misses the excitement of her life at court climbs on his back and tells him to take her home. i think balerion was fairly homesick at this point and thought “*i* want to go home too.” so he takes them home. back to his home. except balerion doesnt know that his home as been destroyed while he was gone. he spends those years with aerea *searching* for anything, any sign that the valyria that he remembers is still there. but theres nothing. its doomed and filled with monsters now. aerea spends the whole time begging him to take her back home, back to her mother. its only after hes injured and aerea is deathly ill that hes forced to accept that this is no longer their home. theres nothing here for them anymore, they dont belong here anymore than he belongs in westeros. so balerion reluctantly takes aerea back. maybe theres something they can do to save her, or failing that, at least shell be able to die in her home even if he cant die in his. after this balerion becomes the first dragon chained in the dragonpit.

finally, aerea -> viserys. i think viserys felt fairly alienated from the rest of his family, as he was so different from any of the other men he was related to. but he was raised to idolize old valyria (or at least the targaryens version of it) and feels that if he can claim balerion, if the last living aspect of valyria accepted him, well that means theres *something* targaryen in him. balerion was the living god of the thing he was raised to worship. when alyssa wanted to claim balerion, the dragonkeepers dissuaded her by telling her hes old and slow now, and wouldnt she rather a younger more energetic mount? i wonder if they tried the same thing with viserys, but viserys wouldnt care about that. thats not why viserys wanted balerion. all viserys wanted was balerions acceptance. balerion is very old now, old and tired and in pain. hes a war machine that can no longer fight, a dragon that can barely fly. but hes still holding on. he cant die yet. viserys is very different from balerions other riders, and i think that was the point. balerion could tell viserys didnt want anything from him, other than *him*. so balerion accepted viserys as he was, and viserys accepts balerion as he is. balerion gives viserys his final flight and thats enough for him. more than that even, after their first and last flight viserys tells baelon he wanted to fly to dragonstone but was worried that balerion wouldnt survive the flight. he was *worried for balerion*, worried about *his* health and safety and comfort. when has he had another rider care about him like that? (when has any dragon tbh...) viserys doesnt want to put more on balerion than he can handle. whatever balerion can offer him is enough. all viserys wanted was his love, and he got that. so he loves and comforts balerion in his final days. balerion doesnt have a home anymore, but viserys gives him one inside himself. he loves balerion enough to let him go. to let balerion finally lay down and rest.

(sorry for the screenshot answer i accidentally posted it before i was done <3)

#balerion #aegon i targaryen #maegor targaryen #aerea targaryen #viserys i targaryen #asoiaf #asks #my posts

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thisismeracing · 5 months

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ok wait i just got really sad thinking about bonnington!reader x mick

since she grew up in the merc garage she would've been around when michael was on the team

and he was the one to help break her out of her shell a bit, having experience with raising mick

and her nickname "our little aerodynamicist" that the merc crew refer to her as came from him

because she was always shadowing the aerodynamics team when bono knew she was accounted and taken care of if he wasnt the one watching her

he probably wouldve suggested bringing the two of them out to switzerland to spend time with his family, but with all the busy schedules it never happened

she probably called him uncle michael because he always volunteered to watch her when he was done with his jobs for the day but bono was still busy

she probably was a reminder of his own kids at home, the one to keep him tethered to his family and his kids while he ventured in this return to racing

his accident wouldve crushed her when she found out because that was the first really big loss she experienced in her life, even though he didnt die

and her second wouldve probably been niki lauda

because niki wouldve probably been a grand father figure to her

she got to experience life with these two great figures and now theyre gone

the two of them would've taught her the life lesson [stolen from bluey i dont care]: that special people come into your life, stay for a bit, and go

fuck im crying

i cant write anymore

☕

omgggg <3 though I don't write things that mention michael, I can totally see this scenario, and let me tell you- *teary eyes emoji* this thing about a possible meeting that never happened and then their meeting finally happening years after as adults is so soul mate coded and I love it

her a niki too!! aaaaa :(

She would probably see Lewis as a brother too, seeing as when he got to merc she was still a kid just getting into her early teenage years - he totally shaped her music taste, I just know it.

Also, toto and susie just love her, and will add her to some family trips because cmon they saw her when she was jack's age, at this point she's like an older sister (and you can bet bono will get a bit jealous about it sometimes)

NOT THE BLUEY LESSON :´) I love it

#☕ anon #bonnington!reader #millies inbox #ms47 #mick schumacher #anon #f1 x reader

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kit-williams · 3 months

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Skyfall

tw: stalking, obsession, male yandere

She slipped her mask back on as she entered the bustling hive for the first time in her life. She sucked in her breath as she immediately started to text her "benefactor" though he acted like a close friend to her at this point as she knew him for so long.

Vixen: I'm going to die here. Zookeeper: No you're not. Zookeeper: Not while I'm watching over you Vixen.

She didn't know why she needed to be here of all places. So far her clients hadn't needed her to leave her planet but her keeper needed her to move. Things were moving in the background that she couldn't see but her friend had always had her back. He was there from day one since she dove into the underbelly of reality. She could see the unseen hand that pulled on normal people's lives and she originally wanted to be a hero... until the Inquisition found out about her.

It was when she was assigned Keeper. Or rather keeper unveiled that he was working for said Inquisitor that she had accidentally found. So he vouched for her.

Vixen: So is this when you're going to confess your love for me keeper? <3 Zookeeper: Har har darling you're cute but not that cute. Vixen: OOF right between my ribs. Zookeeper: You use the lock I sent you on all your bags and pockets? Vixen: *Attached is a picture of her bags and pockets* Zookeeper: Good girl. Vixen: <3 Of course. And how can you not find me cute? Zookeeper: I gave you that mask for a reason Vixen: I'm crying for real, right now. Vixen: So heartless

She smiled under her mask as she continued through the sea of people holding her bag tightly as she heads to the inn that keeper had paid for in advance. She knew she wasn't the only animal here... afterall he was called zookeeper for a reason.

Zookeeper: Awww you know I was teasing right? Vixen: So when are you going to tell me you're some dirty old Magos just flirting with me? Zookeeper: Would you care if I was? Vixen: Are you hot? Zookeeper: What if I was just rich? Vixen: Hmmmm will the sex be good? Zookeeper: I could get you any toy you want my little vixen. Vixen: I'll think about it.

She rolled her eyes heading inside to the inn and checking in as she went to the dingy room. Vixen took off her mask for a moment to run her fingers through her hair as she felt uncomfortable about working for the Inquisition but she was doing good... protecting the Imperium from the Great Enemy whoever that was.

Vixen: I might go get a drink. Zookeeper: no you wont Vixen: Okay Lord Buzzkillington Zookeeper: >_> Zookeeper: Really? Vixen: Okay better response. Why can't I get a singular drink? Zookeeper: I have to come visit tonight to leave off a packet of information. So I need you to take that sleeping pill Vixen: Oh I should wear something nice <3 Zookeeper: How about nothing at all? Vixen: I want a date first if you get to see my tits. Zookeeper: fine wear those cute night shorts... the green ones Vixen:... should I be concerned that you know what clothes I brought with me? Zookeeper: It's my job to know dear Vixen: yes and you want me to drug myself Zookeeper: Oh please if I wanted you I could list all the times I could have taken you Vixen: please dont Zookeeper: then behave Zookeeper: play your Abhuman crossing game

She pulled out the game pad as Vixen played her games like Abhuman Crossing and others until keeper told her to take the pill and go to bed. She wished him a good night after changing into her night clothes and took that pill. Sleep didn't take long to hit her.

Vixen was fully out like a light when her keeper came to visit... she didn't feel the way his fingers moved up her left calf and danced up the back of her leg reaching the swell of her ass. The appreciative hum as he kissed her shoulder and the shell of her ear. "Hello Vixen." He says softly feeling her hair against his face he shivers, "Soon my dear... soon." He says before leaving what he came to give her not before taking a trophy from her bag.

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Zookeeper: Just get the avian burger Vixen: Why? Zookeeper: Its yummy Vixen: Have you eaten here? Zookeeper: yes. Secret love of mine

She paid the thrones as she sat down lifting her mask up eating the burger and just looking over the innocuous message that keeper had left her last night. She was meeting up with another animal under the keepers care but all that 'Collie' was doing was leading her to where she needed to collect something.

Vixen: Why me... Zookeeper: What do you mean dear? Vixen: Why me? What made me stand out? Zookeeper: Your skill Vixen: hey keeper Zookeeper: yes Vixen? Vixen: Would you tell me your name?

There was a quiet between the two of them as she waited. Vixen found out a hive wasn't so glamorous and perhaps her parents were right... to be thankful when her great great great grandparents had earned enough to leave the hive they lived on. It was dirty it was dangerous... she watched a man get mugged before some ganger just seemed to come out of nowhere and do some weird justice.

Collie was dressed up in a weird outfit and strange colors as Vixen followed them down into the lower hive. She was thankful of the complex mask that she wore as it made it bearable to breathe. Collie fully embraced their motif. As Vixen watched all the fur on them sway they wore a thick collar of it that draped over their shoulders and down their chest made of dirty white fur and golden browns. Vixen couldn't tell what gender they were but it didn't matter.

"In there. I'll be here to take you back up when you're done." Their androgenous voice spoke as Vixen nodded and went inside the small building.

It was nearly claustrophobic with the amount of papers lying around and the large cabinets but she remembers keeper's instructions and continued to the back room. The first thing vixen noticed on a side table was a sizeable tabletop miniature fully painted of a hydra.

Vixen: Keeper I'm here Vixen: Keeper?

She waited a few moments getting closer to the hydra but the drawer of the table it was on was open slightly and she saw a picture. Of her? She pulled it open and the door locked but she didn't care as it was full of dozens and dozens of pictures of her ever since she stepped foot on the hive.

Vixen: KEEPER! WHAT IS GOING ON

Her mask 'rang' and normally she wouldn't answer it as no one was to know what the communication 'number' was but she wasn't given the luxury to not answer as it answered for her.

"Hello, my little Vixen." A deep and distorted voice spoke to her.

"Who the fuck is this?!" She swallowed trying to keep her calm.

"Language sweetheart. Now your little Keeper didn't tell me you were something... divine. Do you like the hydra? You can take it since this room is most likely going up in flames after you leave."

"Are we not going to talk about the pictures?" She asked softly.

"No. I had to find out who is going to be knowing about this. Just a few pictures." The voice says sounding far too pleased, "I kept the best ones though... I doubt I would ever get tired of taking pictures of you. What do you say Vixen? After this you just let me watch you let me take my pictures..."

"Ugh you creep."

"Awww Vixen... fine. The information you want is on the table," He says as she looks around for a camera before going over to the table and looking at all the files. Vixen swallows as she sees several with the label of the Inquisition on them, "These are all the things you wanted to know Vixen. Aren't I nice? Think of me as the voice that keeper couldn't use."

Vixen looks up at the ceiling, "Are you keeper?" She says but the pause is uncomfortably long.

"No." He finally says but the pause told Vixen what was left unsaid. Either this is a persona he has put on... or this is the painful reality of who keeper is. "Look at the files some of what you need to decode what I am giving you is in them."

She opened the files and desperately looked through half censored items just feeling sweat gather on her brow. Vixen recognized some of what was in these files as things she had done. She found what she needed highlighted in teal as she continued on and on forgetting that Collie was outside. She was diving deeper and deeper into the Inquisitions dirty laundry... well the laundry of the Inquisitor she had brushed up with.

The final folder she opened up and Vixen screamed running to the other side of the room. "NO NO NO I'M NOT TOUCHING THAT LET ME OUT! OH BY THE THRONE LET ME OUT!" She screamed and desperately tried to open the door.

"Keep reading Vixen." Her on call voyeur demanded, "You have to realize what has been going on!"

"I WANT TO BE IGNORANT!"

"And let the Imperium crumble under the weight of THAT?! Vixen listen to yourself!" He snarled into her ear as she turned around with trembling legs and forced herself back over to the table.

He was right in a weird way... she didn't stop when she saw the banner of the Inquisition flash on her screen because she was trying to be a hero. She looked down at pict of two people meeting... faced blurred but that damned 8 pointed star haunted her nightmares. They were flirting with Chaos... Vixen read and read and read about secret deals... about the amount of lives that were happily traded over to them to give the Imperium what? No it wasn't even benefiting the Imperium... it was only benefiting the Inquisitor. She pulled out that last damned page.

"Vixen... my sweet little Vixen don't cry." He cooed to her as her shoulders shook and she held the pages close to her chest just feeling disgusted because of what she did... people died probably horrifying deaths. "Take the hydra with you... I made it for you."

She sniffles loudly ignoring the drawer full of pictures of her and looking at the blue, teal, and green hydra. "It's lovely." She said as she put it and the papers in her backpack.

"Yes my dear. Now I'm going to tell you something before I set this all ablaze. If he tells you his name... don't trust what it is."

"What's your name then?" She asks.

"You'll find out soon enough. I will see you soon enough Vixen. Please take care." He says with such fondness before the stops the connection and when she leaves the room the door locks back up and Vixen rushes back to Collie.

Zookeeper: Vixen? Vixen: Hey Zookeeper: Are you alright.

Vixen wondered if this was just a ploy but she still wanted to live in ignorance.

Vixen: Yeah. Will you tell me your name? Zookeeper: It's Alpharius Vixen: Alphy! Alpharius: And you wonder why I didn't want to tell you my name Alpharius: Alright head back to your room. There's a machine there hooked up and ready to go once you're done with the cypher just type it into the location and the rest will be taken care of Vixen: Okie dokie Alphy Alpharius:*Sighs* Has me telling you my name cheered you up? Vixen: Immensly Vixen: *Immensely Alpharius: Good enough for me

She did as she was told wishing Collie good luck as they only replied with a wave before heading back down to the lower hive. Vixen wouldn't hear about the explosion that happened from a room in an abandoned building catching fire she was far too busy just trying to figure out this cypher. Vixen stayed locked in that inn room for days letting keeper or Alpharius order her food.

Five days of trying to break this cypher.

Vixen: I've finally got it. Alpharius: Do not type it here. Just type it in the terminal I gave you and then wait for my instructions. A lot is going to happen in a short amount of time and I am making sure you stay alive.

Vixen knew he was serious given he texted a lot in short sentences but when he was verbose? She was trained to listen.

She looked down at the cogitator waiting for her input and she typed the code... Omegon

#warhammer 40k #Yandere #Yandere Space Marine #Space Marine #Yandere Alpha Legion #Alpha Legion #male yandere #tw: yandere #tw: stalking #tw: obsession

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probably-not-a-rutabaga · 15 days

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I thought up multiple questions, as a rambling enabler

1. Why does Mikey wear a cloak to keep him warm while the others dont? Is it just because the kraang care for his health the most, because they don't want their key to die? Does Mikey feel bad about it?

2. The chains on Mikey's wrists look like ones of his own creation. Did the kraang force him to chain himself up? Is he able to break the chains?

3. Did the turtles always live under the control of kraang, or were they found by kraang later?

4. We know Leo acts cold to keep his brothers safe, but do the other brothers do anything like this? Sacrificing something they want for the safety of their brothers?

5. When did Donnie get his "battle shell"? Was it his own choice? Also, why do the kraang value him so lowly if he can pilot the technodrome, something a kraang can do?

6. Last one, any ideas for other characters in the au? Splinter, April, Draxum?

I think this au rocks, if you couldn't tell :)

1. it's somewhat because he's the most physically weak and with his overuse of mystic powers, the most likely to actually struggle with the cold of the prison dimension

(also because i wanted to give his design something flowy)

2. the chains are more symbolic than anything. yes, he could get rid of them, but if the kraang tell him to chain himself to the ground while practicing his mystic energy, he's not going to mess around and see what happens if he ignores them

3. they were found by the kraang early on. mikey's use of mystic energy was quite disruptive in the void of the prison dimension

4. uhhh,, ig raph is the most prone to taking hits/punishments for his bros, if that counts??? the kraang allow it,, mostly because they know raph can take it-

and honestly !!! seeing raph get hurt for something he didn't even do is almost a more effective form of punishment

5. donnie made it when he realized that part of the reason he wasn't valuable was because of how "fragile" he is.

the kraang value him so lowly because he's just,, kinda,,,, useless to them???? he can't fight very well, his mystic powers just create weapons/tech they're literally surrounded by, and he's more defiant than the others??? somewhat????

they teach him how to control the technodrome as a back up, essentially. killing him would take away the only skill he does have, which is being important to his brothers. it's much easier to control the other three when they all know how unimportant donnie is :3

6. i do have some ideas !!! just know that splinter hasn't forgotten the turtles or anything. he mourns the loss of those silly, helpless little guys,, who's demise he inadvertently caused <3

#rutabaga answers #tmnt

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bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love · 4 months

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Ok i gotta say it 410 and 411 have me thinking. I have some views on Shigaraki and it's not all " Yes win baby" or "Look at my king" thoughts. Of course I want him well at the end, that hasn't changed. He's still my all time fav character even if a certain other Mha character is right behind him, Tomura will never be knocked out of 1st place in my heart. Now with that being said I sincerely want Izuku to beat some sense into him.

His hate is corrupting his own mind and heart. He can never be happy or at peace like this. Hatred eats up your soul leaving a shell of nothingness behind.

I love how extremely powerful and Godlike he is, but I also miss the old tantrum throwing guy who didn't know how to display his emotions. Or the guy who fought Giga and took the PLF. The amount of power he has is scary cause he can't live in mha with that degree of power. No I'm not saying he will die but he will have to lose it somehow.

Does he still care for the league. He once told Toga he wouldn’t destroy what she loved, that he wanted his allies to have what they wanted, yet he's destroying the very country they live in. The destructive Villian who was feared but had a heart and cared for those around him was what alot of people found endearing, often mentioning it as a reason he would be OK at the end. That guy is gone. (Temporarily I think)

Went from wanting to destroy All Might to Hero society to all of Japan. This is what happens when hate takes root in your heart. When no one REACHES OUT A HAND TO HELP.

His smile use to be almost sweet and calm and now has elements of deranged power behind it (yes he's still gorgeous hot sexy, I'm just stating thoughts)

The leader who cared for his comrades and took revenge when they were hurt yet hasn't wondered if they are OK. Sure, he mentioned Spinner, but idk it was off like an BTW moment

He doesn't see himself as human. What he does see himself as was not mentioned but im willing to bet he sees himself as a God of destruction.

With all this said YES I belive he will be alive at the end (well I'm about 80% sure he will, if not he will always be in my heart) and no I don't think he will be locked in some prison, it wouldn't serve a purpose for Hori to keep him alive just to lock him up now that's not saying he won't be in some program to actual HELP HIM cause if he lives (he will) he won't have a quirk, I dont see it. And lastly somehow Izuku will have to literally reach out a hand to him. Seriously how many times has the actual image of someone physically reaching out been shown, dozens.

Also the whole make him a kid again is stupid. Tenko and Tomura are the same person, he doesn't have a child living in his body, his heart...yes. Tenko represents all that Tomura Shigaraki has repressed, his dream of being a hero, the sweet little boy who cared for his friends (hmm the more powerful he got the less we saw this quality) so he becoming Tenko again refers to his heart not having that black hole inside it. It means his heart will be free. Not that he will revert to 5 years old. There is still a chance Hori could do that but even if his writing can be questionable I don't think he'll go this off the grid.

#shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #mha spoliers #bnha spoilers #shigaraki meta #mha #bnha #mha manga spoilers #shigaraki thoughts #mha meta #bnha manga spoilers #manga spoilers

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animentality · 2 months

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When durges tells grot that they think that they've always him.

They still dont remember much if anything about gortash besides what they've read or been told.

Imagine just having a feeling you cannot describe come up every time gortash is brought up, (and durge shows recognition to gortashs name earlier)

And finally tell gortash

Right after hurting him in such a huge way

And he knows this isn't a ploy

This is a shell of who he used to love confession something unspoken between the two

But it was they one he loved saying it

If the earth didn't shake

I HATE THESE TWO MAN

GROT

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I'm sorry anon, I know it's a typo, but for some reason.

GROT just got to me.

My man, GROT. My boy, GROT. My blorbo, GROT.

AAAAA.

Anyway.

Yeah, I fucking KNOW.

I KNOW.

It HURTS.

His Durge is GONE. They're NEVER coming back.

And now, they must die.

#baldurs gate 3 #enver gortash #dark urge #durgetash

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doitforbangchan · 3 months

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I'd Rather Overdose

Mingi x reader who is an addict

TW: Drug use, alcohol use, addiction, angst, cursing, not a happy ending.

This story jumps around time a lot, but I don't think its hard to follow.

Not proof read. We die like men

Listen along while reading for the full experience.

Can't let go I can't let you go I try but I always know I wish you was holding me close Can't be without you I'd rather overdose

Mingi watched you practically melt into your couch. He should have known better than to hope you'd be sober when he came over. There were multiple empty alcohol bottles on your coffee table in front of you. Sighing he made his way to your drooping form. “Come on Y/N. We gotta get you to bed.”

You blearily looked up at him, noticing him for the first time, with a smile now gracing your face at the sight of your lover. “Min you made it.” You weakly held your arms up for him to grab you.

“Yeah Y/N” He scooped you up and felt you nuzzle into his chest. This is the you he can't live without, the sweet you. “I always make it to you.”

When your fucked up on them pills you can’t hear me cry Without them your sick and we both know why Pint after pint till the well runs dry If only you loved me like you love getting high

You were shaking, your whole body alight with the motion as if you couldn’t control yourself. He knows you can't.

“When is enough enough, Y/N?” He could see the withdrawals setting in hard.

“I’m f-fine Mingi. I’m just a little sick. It’s just the flu.”

Yeah. Just the flu. That's why there were scattered pill bottles littered around your apartment. Bottles with other peoples names on them. That's why your hand mirror was lying face up with a razor blade on it. Sure, it was just the flu.

Suddenly grabbing your mouth, you ran towards your bathroom barely making it in time to let out the contents in your stomach. Not that there was much. He stood in the doorway and witnessed your downfall onto the floor. Mingi couldn’t just let you suffer there alone so he pulled your hair out of your face and rubbed your back.

I know that you hate me and I hate me too I can't get over what I did to you You tried to help me and it wasn't going through I hope that you miss me cuz I miss you too

Mingi couldn't take his eyes off you from across the club. He hadn’t known you were going to be here with your friends or he wouldn't have come out with his. Even in the dark club he could see how run down you looked. Worse than the last time he saw you, a few months earlier when you were throwing him out of your home.

This time you looked like a shell of your former self. He watched you pound shot after shot as if it was water. He felt the guilt creep in as he watched. He couldn’t help but wonder if you getting this bad was his fault. Mingi only wanted to help you. He thought rehab was going to be the solution to your addiction. In hindsight maybe an ambush with your parents who you haven't seen or talked to in years wasn’t the answer but he only meant well. He didn’t know it would lead to you saying you hated him and you wanted him out. He could still feel your small fists colliding with his chest.

Mingi saw your head turn in his direction. Your eyes narrowed slightly as if trying to focus when they landed on him. There was a saddened look in your eyes now that you’ve noticed him. Turning back to your equally as wasted friends you tipped another shot down your throat. Mingi hoped you missed him at that moment, like he missed you.

Please don't walk away I'm too high please dont look me in my face You lose faith with every pill I take I can't be without you i'd rather die today

It didn't matter anymore. The pills going down his throat proved that. If this is what it took to keep you then he would do it. Being high with you was something he was used to anyways. It’s how you met, having the same plug. It was usually only him getting pot and the occasional party drug. Pills were new to him.

He was getting too fucked up to notice the look on your face when he swallowed those pills. If he hadn’t already taken some an hour prior he wouldn't have missed the shame that crossed your eyes at his actions. Mingi was becoming like you, for you.

You’re too blind to see you have a disease Love pills and whiskey more than you love me Pint after pint erasing our memories If only you loved me like you love smoking weed

Mingi had you in his lap now, the smoke you inhaled previously now being transferred into his mouth. Your kiss tastes earthy, dirty almost. There was a lingering of the whiskey you had consumed mere moments ago on your breath.

This had become his new normal. Come over and get high with you. Downing bottles of booze until you both became numb. Beggars can't be choosers, though.

“I love you Mingi.”You were slurring, could barely get the words out. You wrapped your arms around him, relaxing into his skin. “I love you so so much. Please don’t leave me.”

He was sure you did love him. Not as much as you loved getting high, but he would take what he could.

I can't let you go I try but I always know I wish you was holding me close Can't be without you I'd rather overdose

If this was the life you were going to live then fuck it. Mingi will stand with you and love you the best he could. He couldn’t let you go again. In his arms is where you belong, fucked up or not. He would rather overdose than lose you.

A/N; I have been thinking of making this for the last few days. I do not condone drug use! be safe out there y’all

#Spotify #song mingi #ateez #no happy ending #angst #ateez x reader #ateez fic #mingi #mingi x reader #was all in my feelings today

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