#insane thing for the illusion of your father to tell you

[flocklings]

Come on!

MR. ROBOT dir. Sam Esmail

#mr. robot #tvedit #christian slater #mr robot #insane thing for the illusion of your father to tell you #filmedit #filmtvedit #cinematv #mine

[ladyzayismultifandom]

King of Second Chances

DomesticAvengers!Loki x Reader

Genre/Rating: tooth-rotting fluff with best friends to lovers

Description: Contrary to popular belief, Loki does have friends... just not on Asgard. Or Midgard. Except one.

After the battle of New York, Frigga managed to convince Odin one last time to have mercy on his adoptive son Loki who recently found that out in his defense but in no way can explain his revenge hostile attempted takeover of Midgard aka Earth. Odin decided that if some time on Earth managed to teach Thor the lesson he needed to learn to be worthy of the hammer, then Earth should be able to do the same for Loki.

So until he proves that he's not the evil ego-maniac that's co-dependent on the lie his father told him about being destined for greatness when he was a peace offer child, Loki is to stay on Earth.

Specifically in Avengers Tower under close surveillance.

None of the team especially Clint and Natasha wanted him there but they couldn't trust him living on his own with some of his magic still intact. So down the hall from Thor's room soon became Loki's room and they all lived happily ever after. Sort of

"Loki did you eat my Poptarts?"

"And why would I eat those disgusting sugar-coated sandwiches?'

"Because you know I like them?"

"Out" Thor suddenly falls through a hole Loki created sending him back to his room.

Loki looked up at the vents to make sure Clint wasn't in them before relaxing back in his bed with the book before he was once again interrupted by a knock on his door. He rolls his eyes begrudgingly before swinging the door open with a wave of his hand.

"Hey, Loki..."

"Yes, Y/N," Loki says not caring to lift his head away from his book.

"Can I hide my pop tarts in here? Thor keeps eating them."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because I know you don't like them so Thor won't look for them here." Unable to argue with that, Loki shrugged.

"Very well. Hide them here"

"Yes!" you jumped onto his bed and hugged him tightly to you shocking the magical entity to his core.

"Thank you, Loki," you shock him again by giving him a light kiss on the cheek.

".... You're welcome"

This was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Two years has gone by since then and while Loki is still not welcome back in Asgard he has regained almost all of his magical abilities, has been caught trying to go back twice, and with Frigga's help made his room in Avengers tower look almost identical to his chambers in the palace. One would say that he's gotten comfortable on Earth.

Loki still hides your Pop-Tarts in his room and several other things you don't want the team to see despite your room being one floor below his. The only ones who dare go in his room are you and sometimes Thor but he uses an illusion spell to make your stuff look like his so there is no suspense. You could have asked him to do that for your room but having some of your things in his room gives you the excuse to see him and everybody knows that. Except Loki of course.

After another successful mission with Natasha and her sister that she never mentioned until now you were back in Avengers Tower and you couldn't wait to tell your bestie all about it.

"LOKI!!!!" You burst through his door to find a towel around his waist and hair. His chest still had some water dripping down to a place that you didn't realize you'd want to see until now. Shit you're staring

"Um, I'll come back" You quickly closed the door and headed straight to the elevator. If anyone saw how you repeatedly pushed the close doors button they'd think you insane. You quickly went into your own room and let out the breath you had been holding only to open your eyes to-

"You know you were much cuter when you were afraid to knock on my door." You jumped holding your hand to your chest wishing your heart could just calm down but the man you just ran away from clearly transported to your room.

"I see you gained more of your magic back."

"One of my favorite tricks." Loki held up a bag of sweets. He patted the spot next to him on your bed and it was like you never left. You happily jumped into his arms. Let the celebration begin.

“So Agent Romanoff wasn’t alone before Barton came around. Interesting. Hit me” He opened his mouth and you gave him another caramel candy. Something you like to do when debriefing your missions with him is to eat sweets and comb his hair. He’ll never admit it but hearing your voice with your hands massaging his scalp made him feel like a King.

“I know right?! I can’t believe she’s been hiding that from us this whole time. I thought we’d run out of secrets in Avengers Tower by now. What about you?”

“Mm that feels nice” he whispered to himself not paying attention. You took a curl of his and wrapped it around your finger before yanking harder than usual.

“Ow!” He looked up at you

“Now that I have your attention what did you do while I was gone?” You held up your brush threateningly at him. Chuckling he laid his head back down in your lap closing his eyes without any sign of fear.

“I read, painted, slept, squabbled with my oaf of a brother, the usual.”

“Do you ever think the two of you will be as close as you were back then?”

“I’m not sure. I did try to kill him after all but he does try. I’ll give him that.”

“You tried to kill me too” You mumbled

“You’re different.”

“How different?” You continue brushing his hair slowly. Like a cat he purrs.

“You are… kind in a way that’s admirable and naive yet you hunt people for a living. It’s confusing.” You gently take his head in your hands staring right into his emerald green eyes.

“Are you saying I should consider a new career path?”

“I’m saying you are the most dangerous being in the nine realms.” He whispered.

“And your best friend” You whispered back coming a little closer.

“My only friend” The two of you smile at each other.

“Jarvis please tell me you got that” The two of you sat up quickly embarrassed that you’d been caught by Tony in what would look like two lovers staring into each others eyes even though you were nothing more than friends. Right? Without a thought you chased Tony all around the tower with your brush desperately trying to get that footage of the two of you.

Unsure of when it started Loki realized that the beautiful friendship that once was had blossomed into something else entirely. He was bound to mess it up but he knew you’d give him a second chance. He is the king of those after all and you are worth all the chances he can get.

A/N: Happy Loki day! I was supposed to post this the other day but I didn’t know what I wanted to write yet. Thanks for your patience. There’s more to come!

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[nourrris]

peter parker

(going off the tom holland vr! this is going to be a very long ramble about the character) i cant get over how genuinely hauntingly sad peter parker is, when the idea of peter parker was created, (to be different incomparsion of other characters), because you have a teenager superhero - it's such a good concept mind you - but god? having somebody so young have such a large role on their shoulders is insane, and it's so interesting because just the change in age literally completely fundamentally changes his characters actions and future, he'll have more impulsive decisions, extreme mental issues (which is unavoidable in his situation), and simply a very difficult time trying to navigate.

his level of severe childhood trauma (which quite literally gives you a form of brain damage) will ultimately affect his entire future and actions, he saw his uncle die at what 14? maybe younger? that itself even without the spider-man part is horrid, he never had the chance to even grieve because he was thrown into the most life changing event of his life, he also had no parents either, he has a very significant lack of figures in his life that is so hard to change how they impacted him. what happened in homecoming was the least terrifying experience he probably went through which says alot when a whole warehouse fell upon him and he was just /inches/ way from dying near the end from the vulture.

then infinity war happens next, his fight's and experiences horribly scary situations that nobody could probably even digest at such an age, or even older. and when he 'dusted' its obvious it takes a toll on him before it even happens, he could feel it, and god isn't that scary to think of? the unstoppable force of death? then fucking endgame happens, which i honestly can't even believe the fact that if i said it wasn't the worst thing that happened to him i'd be right, even though he saw somebody who he considered a 'father' figure die in his hands.

excluding that even if tony never died peter would have never recovered mentally so normally, seeing how he was beat up to hell holding that gauntlet was so fucking terrifying. he was tossed around so much and he quite literally held the most dangerous and world altering item in his hands, and if he lost it he'd have the entire world's blame on him. thats so much responsibility a newly(?) sixteen year old should never have, you cannot possibly tell me that it wouldnt literally alter his brain from the terror.

far from home is one of my favorite movie's ever but never fails to make me cry. he didn't even get the time to grieve tony, or the fact that his entire world changed in the matter of days, or the experience it was to endure the endgame fight, how can you casually go back to school after witnessing and /participating/ in the fight that could have possibly entered in the doom of the world again or bring it all back. then mysterio happens, which in my opinion is one of the absolute worst villains that peter's fought, because he was just so human. he ruined peters life completely, and he was just another human. wouldn't that make somebody so bitter? that no your life wasn't completely thrown away to shit by the big evil purple alien, but by another full human. absolutely nothing special to him power wise, not possessed, no weird voices, he did it with pure manipulation and thats one of the worst possible things i could have imagined somebody doing to him.

because peter at the end of the day was just a complete kid, mysterio made him believe he could trust him and peter did, he just lost so much in his life that somebody who could finally understand him was all he needed to feel assured, its why the significance of that one talk they both had after fury was being a dick to peter was so important, mysterio decided to go for such an emotionally devastating route it's unbelievable. but seemingly manipulating his trust wasn't enough, he just had to fuck him up so bad with that illusion scene, putting everything he loved against him and god the stark part was so fucking cruel, but after it all the part that hurt so much to watch was when happy got to him, peter questioning if he was real is so cruel. making this poor kid unable to trust his surroundings (after also being hit by a fucking train!), when he already had so much psychological issues going on is literally the cruelest fate he could have given him at the time.

and lastly no way home, and his future at that. mysterio exposing peters identity was such an irreversible decision that i honestly believe no matter what peter did, there was nothing that could give him or his loved ones the life he wanted unless if he did try to make everybody forget him. like if he originally went to the lady to re-persuade her to let his friends in it wouldnt have worked, and it also showed that much before peter ended up saving the lady in the car, all their fates were fucked and frankly there was no good way to get out of it, he was so absolutely doomed.

may parkers death was the worst of it all i think, i believe from everything that's happened to him, that absolutely nothing would affect him the way she died did. every other death of a loved one that had happened he couldn't truly take the blame for, but knowing how everything lead up to him is the most excruciatingly important detail. he canonically blames himself and i dont believe that feeling will ever end up going away. there's just no way it could, the fact he was the last person who ever saw her alive, the last person she spoke too, he quite literally saw the life drain out of her, there's no way to recover after seeing the person who's been with you for longer than you can remember die in your hands, and in the hands of your accidental actions.

i dont think there was a world were he could have escaped that death coming, peters identity being out as spider-man would have definitely done something in the future, and the problem is everything in no-way home happened in the smallest time stamp ever, i could be wrong but i believe it all went down in a few days at most, there was no way to even comprehend the absolute mental load and overwhelming amount of information being handed to him, nor do i think he'll manage to get over it easily later on either. the idea of different versions of him existing is so much to chew on, the idea of other versions of him living the happier life he could have, ones that never have the people he loves in them, ones where the people he loved are still alive, or some of them even. he even directly saw worlds where their peter parkers arent forced to be forgotten.

this version of peter lost so much that its impossible to cope with, all the peters lost alot already, like all of them didn't have parents iirc, all lost uncle ben, but the tobey and andrew spider-man had a living aunt may, then tobey's lost harry (?), and andrew lost gwen.

this version of peter parker lost both uncle and aunts, parents (of course), and tony stark. this is all just by death, he also lost his best friends, and girlfriend. they stay forever out of reach which is so tauntingly cruel. because he starts at 13/15 (pre homecoming) and by 17 (nwh) he's at the same point of all the other spider-man's started where theyre practically completely alone, or just experienced such a stark change to their lives.

my boy....... he deserves better..... sorry this is so long i had alot to say and i dont get the chance to talk about peter much and ive been recently hyperfixated on him since early feb and i love him so much and cant stop thinking or crying about him . also do tell me if i got any info wrong cause' ive only watched the tom holland trilogy, so im a bit uninformed there but did try to do some research!

#peter parker #spiderman tom holland #spiderman #marvel mcu #mysterio #tony stark #okay thats all i think...

[lvlystars]

독 : fear — j.ww

pairing. jeon wonwoo x f!reader

genre. royal au, angst

summary. "it's either the loss of one, or one thousand."

warnings. tw! major character death, swords (dueling)

a/n. this is my event fic for precious illusions!! following the prompt of illusions.

wc. 2.1k

“father, mother. prince wonwoo and i have come to a conclusion,” you announce at the dinner table, making everyone go silent, the clattering of utensils dying out as the chatter dies down. the silence that ensues holds nothing but bated breath, the people seated at the table waiting for you to continue—to explain this supposed conclusion.

“well, y/n. tell us what you both have decided.” your father, the king, chuckles, a hint of mocking in his tone, making your stomach churn in disgust.

“prince wonwoo and i fight to the death. survivor rules both kingdoms.”

you see your mother’s eyes widen out of the corner of your eye, her breath hitching as she puts down her goblet, and the atmosphere of the room shifts, the tension thick enough to slice through with a butter knife.

“y/n, wh-”

“if you both do not favour this decision then the only option left is war.” you could feel your father’s burning gaze as you poked at your food, unable to really eat anything after feeling the bit of vomit rising in your throat as time ticks by.

"it’s either the loss of one, or one thousand.” you simply state, wiping your hands off and drinking the rest of the wine in your goblet before calling over a maid to take care of your dishes. “prince wonwoo has also passed the word to the king and queen of his kingdom. the decision is now in your hands.”

as you start to walk away from the dinner table, you hear your mom’s hushed voice and the quiet mumbles of those at the table, silently making your way out of the castle to get some fresh air, letting out a breath of air you weren’t aware that you were holding.

tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, wonwoo smiles sadly, his eyes filled with sorrow. you could feel the pain behind his tone as he speaks up, failing to hold back the tears that sprung to your eyes. “princess, i think we both know what the best decision is.” he mumbles, gently caressing your cheek as you sigh, hoping that this was only a dream.

“i don’t want to lose you, my love,” you whisper, tears now rolling down your cheeks. wonwoo brushes away the tear that had fallen as you bring up your hand to hold wonwoo’s, nuzzling your face into his palm as you gaze up at him.

a comfortable silence engulfs you both as the moon shines upon wonwoo’s face, emphasizing his features beautifully. your eyes trail down from his brown eyes that gave off the illusion of holding the galaxy within them, to the gold-rimmed glasses sitting delicately atop his nose. you glance at his lips, which looked oh-so-soft and pretty. you took in everything, everything that you could about him.

“me too,” he whispers back, slowly leaning in as you flutter your eyes closed–

the knocking on your door pulls you out of your cluttered thoughts, and you get up and fix your hair before letting out a quick ‘come in’.

the door opens to reveal your younger brother, who clearly looked like he was crying his eyes out prior to meeting you.

“what do you want, chan.” you mumble, lying back down and going back to mindlessly staring at your ceiling, ignoring the quiet sniffles of your brother. “what do i want? i want you to back out of that offer.” you groan before he continues, burying your face into your palms as your brother drones on.

“did you hear yourself, y/n? you sounded absolutely insane! why would you do such a thing, idiot?!” chan hisses, plopping himself right next to you on your bed, and you just envision the pout that would be plastered on his face if you spared the kid a glance.

“plus, i don’t want to lose either of you, unless you both are getting married and going off to live someplace else!” chan whines quietly, making you roll your eyes before standing up to just pace around the room.

"we both don’t have a choice, chan. if we don’t do this, both of our kingdoms are going to wage war against each other. we don’t want to see the places we grew up in result to such a state.” you explained, finally facing him, only to tear up as you looked into his distressed eyes.

without wasting a second, you immediately ran into your brother’s arms, hugging him tightly as you sobbed. sobbed to your heart’s content as you dreaded what was coming; dreaded the decision your parents would make, dreaded the bloodshed, dreaded the thought of facing the one you love and treasure with your entire being as your enemy.

the knock on your door pulled the two of you out of your looming thoughts, quickly wiping away your tears and smoothing out your clothes before faintly calling out to the person to walk in.

your breath hitched when both of your parents walked in, holding your breath as you waited for their response on the offer. you could see your mother’s bloodshot eyes, as if they were weeping quietly at the decision–

“you shall fight to the death with prince wonwoo. that is the finalized decision, and you shall receive the proper training needed to win this duel for our kingdom.” your father states before closing the door behind him, your mother following in pursuit.

no.

—

the cheering of those who chose to attend the duel could be heard outside, awaiting the two royals who were about to fight to the death. your heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat blocked out everything else around you, the panic slowly settling in as your sword was handed towards you. the sinking feeling of what was coming hitting you like a chariot.

your head snaps towards the wooden door that creaks open, revealing your brother who looked devastated. he clearly looked like he didn’t want to be here. the disturbing thoughts of his sister dueling the very man he cherished as both a best friend and a brother. you couldn’t possibly imagine the pain he’s going through.

“you ready?” he sighs, licking his lips as he clutches your shoulder, patting it in an attempt to reassure you. you shake your head, tears lining your waterline as you bite your lip. chan sucks in a breath, looking away as he holds his head up as if he was trying to keep his own tears at bay.

“well, you don’t have a choice now. everyone is waiting.” chan laughs humorlessly, looking down at you. giving you one last pat, he smiles tightly before leaving.

“and now, for the moment both kingdoms have been waiting for, the two fierce heirs of the kingdoms shall come out of their dens, wielding their weapons!” you hear someone announce, and you sigh out before walking forward, clutching your helmet in your left arm as you straighten your posture and push out your chest. the wooden doors in front of you creak open, revealing a massive dueling space, and the endless rows of villagers cheering and yelling as you both make your entrances.

you look ahead and your breath hitches, making eye contact with jeon wonwoo. he had a stoic expression plastered on his face, no ounce of suffering, regret, or even love within his eyes—masking whatever pain he was experiencing with the mask of grimness he wore.

“remembering that this is a fight to the death, you both may begin in 1…2…3!” the announcer yelled, and in that moment, it was as if everything was blocked out from your hearing. the cheers and yells stopped, the clanging of beer mugs against the wooden seats went silent, and the stomping of thousands of feet were muffled. you were only hyper fixated on one thing: jeon wonwoo, who was also planted where we was, not bothering to make his first move.

deciding to cut this battle short, you charge towards him, trying not to let any tears slip as you held your sword high, swinging down in an attempt to get him to fight back. just as your sword came down, wonwoo side-steps you, making you miss him by just an inch. you mentally thank whatever prompted him to move aside as you try to take a couple more swings at him, each one slightly missing him.

“TAKE A SWING AT HER!” you hear someone yell from the bleachers, the rest of the crowd agreeing and cheering as you look ahead at wonwoo. you can clearly see the hesitance in wonwoo’s actions as he contemplates for a few seconds whether he should, but in the end, you end up having to step back as wonwoo lunges towards you, his sword making an audible ‘swish’ noise as it misses you.

after a few missed swings and lunges, you hiss when you feel wonwoo’s blade nick your shoulder as you try to dodge his attack. shrugging it off, you run forward to swing at wonwoo from behind, who was looking up at the endless crowd of people cheering down at the duel, but he manages to move aside before your sword could pierce his body.

in a quick move, you gasp when you feel an excruciating pain spread throughout your body, looking down at your chest to see wonwoo’s sword impaling straight through the right side of your chest. you kneel as you try your hardest to even out your breathing, weakly turning around to make eye contact with wonwoo, who just looked devastated as he took in the moment; his eyes darting back and forth between his hand that was wielding the very sword that had stabbed you, and your eyes, that just looked so helpless.

deciding to just fight the pain and your consciousness, you get up again, heaving as you try to steady yourself. you run forward to take a hit at wonwoo, who was still lost in the moment, and you slash his chest, a deep wound now running across his abdomen, making him grunt as he catches himself before he falls.

i’m sorry.

with every jab and swing you take, you only feel more and more remorseful. the painfully true words filling up your thoughts as the duel goes on for about 10 minutes more. saying things like only one of you can live. there is no going back. you chose this option.

you felt tears running down your cheeks, your vision blurring from all the tears that filled up your eyes.

soon enough, you find wonwoo kneeling before you, the tip of your sword held between his hands as your eyes met his teary ones. you suck in a breath when you look down to see that your sword was pointed towards his chest, right where his heart was.

“y/n, sweetheart. this is our only choice. kill me, and lead both of our kingdoms. make them a better place. help them flourish and make a greater future for our people.” you shake your head in resistance as you bite your lip, the urge to just sob trying to take over. “i trust that our kingdoms will be in good hands. please, just kill me.” wonwoo pleads, the desperation in his voice evident as you sniff, tears now rolling down your face.

“i only wish to be killed by you, my love. you are my poison.” wonwoo whispers. you sob as you remember the times he has said that to you. that you were his 'poison'. you'd usually brush him off and laugh, but in this moment, all you wanted to do was let go of the sword and hug him. hug tightly as you sob into the crook of his neck as he soothes you, hushing you and comforting you that it's all okay and none of this is real.

you feel wonwoo pulling your sword towards him, cutting through the fabric he was wearing.

“please.” he whispers, and it takes everything within you to finally push against the sword, effectively piercing his chest.

—

you gasp awake, sitting up and immediately wiping away the tears that had fallen as you were sleeping, heaving as you take in your surroundings.

“y/n, are you okay?” you hear a female voice call out to you, and you feel an arm holding yours as you look around to find yourself at a picnic, surrounded by the younger versions of wonwoo, jeongyeon, and soonyoung sitting around you, all looking at you intently and full of worry.

fixating your gaze on wonwoo, you immediately go over to him and hug him tight, silently crying as he hesitantly hugs back.

“what did you even do to her, jeongyeon?” you hear soonyoung whisper.

“i don’t know! i just put her in a trance! i learned it from some sorceress that came to my palace about a week ago! she said that the trance apparently shows you either the future, or what you fear most.” jeongyeon hisses, hearing her crunch on a fruit from the basket of food you brought.

“the scary part of it is that you don’t know whether it will stay as an illusion, or if it will become reality.”

you just sit in wonwoo’s embrace the entire day, leaving wonwoo to silently ponder what had startled you so much to this state, and also deal with another underlying thought that concerned more his feelings towards you than you specifically.

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[aphroditelovesu]

Do you have any headcanons for yandere icarus?

''Let me take care of you my love, I always will even if you don't want to.'' - Icarus.

❝⚡— lady l: I hope you like these headcanons, anon! I certainly enjoyed writing Icarus as a yandere a lot and I hope you will also enjoy how he was written. Feedbacks are always welcome and I'm sorry for any mistakes :) Good reading!!! 😊❤️

❝tw: yandere themes, obsessive and possessive behavior, uncontrolled jealousy, implied physical aggression, dub-con, implicit murder, threats, slight nsfw, unhealthy relationship.

❝pairing: yandere!icarus x gender neutral!reader

Icarus is known for his disobedient and impulsive behavior when he tried to fly across the Aegean Sea and this culminated in his death. His yandere features are slight but they're still there and he's developed a new obsession after laying his eyes on you and he doesn't intend to lose you.

His love for you is very strong and he is always there for you, he doesn't like to be left out and will act annoyingly if you ignore him. Icarus likes attention, but your attention even more and he lives for it, he craves your approval and love and he is willing to do anything to get it.

He is very delusional actually, he thinks you are together before you are and if anyone dares to try to break the illusion he will act in strange and even violent ways depending on the person. He won't listen to anyone but you, and he will even go against his own father if he objects to your relationship. He loves you, why can't others understand that?

There are few things he wouldn't do for you and one of them is letting you fly, he might be being extremely hypocritical and it's not like he really cares but he doesn't want anything to happen to you. He can't let anything happen to you and even though he trusts you and his father, he's still not taking any chances.

Icarus is the type of person that will always put you first in everything, he lives for you, he breathes and would die for you, he is willing to do anything for you. If you asked him to kill his own family he would do it without question, he is an obedient yandere for you and you only. You wield all kinds of power over which even he doesn't know, even he doesn't quite know the extent of his obsession with you but one thing is certain, he will do whatever you order and ask.

In contrast to him being obedient to you, Icarus will demand your presence constantly, he won't listen if you say it's not possible or how unrealistic it was, he'll take what he wants and if he wants you, he'll have you. He knows he might be being a bad boy but he doesn't care about any of it, he wants you all the time, in every way and will act violently if his demands are not met.

To say he's clingy is stupid, Icarus is a very, so much, clingy. He wants to be with you all the time, if he can follow you to the bathroom for example, he will. You're the one who has to set limits for him, and chances are he won't respect them, but you're the one who has to control them. You are the only one who can make him listen and he will listen to you, even if he doesn't like being too far away from you, he will if you tell him to. But he likes to snuggle with you, he likes to have you in his arms or to lay in your arms and listen to your heartbeat, he loves everything about you.

Icarus is insanely jealous of you, he is a spoiled man and he will not be deprived of you, ever. He will act irritating and needy when he's jealous (something that happens all too often). He's not the type of guy who share you with anyone, no matter who it is, you are his and you will always be his. He is not the type to threaten people, but if he is feeling threatened by someone he will make death threats and promises to whoever is making him jealous and will be even more clingy than usual. Icarus will remind you who you belong in every possible way you can imagine.

He is overprotective of you, he has your back all the time, even when there is no danger of any kind in sight, he will still hold you protectively in his arms and make sure you are safe and warm. Icarus likes to take care of you, he always has, and even though he'll never tell you out loud, he likes it when you're vulnerable and allow yourself to be loved and cared for by him and him alone. It's adorable when you cringe and crawl into his arms, it's rhe Elysian Fields as far as he's concerned.

Icarus likes to take you in his time, taking all the necessary care and affection, you are and always have been his priority and he wants to make you feel nothing less than a goddess/god and he will. He would take you slow and agonizing, slowly pushing into your heat, enjoying your changing expressions, he wants to see the pure pleasure on your face, he craves it. Icarus likes to give more than he gets when it comes to you, he loves to eat you, lick your juices while circling your clit with his index finger is making slow finger movements, or sucking you hard, squeezing your entire length and licking your glans as if he was starving and he was, starving for you. He prefers to lick/suck you, he likes to taste you, but he won't protest if you want to do the same for him. He's kind and loving normally, but if he's jealous or you want him to, he'll be hard and rough with you.

Icarus is many things, impulsive, reckless and obedient, but he's all of those things just for you. He doesn't care if he needs to be any other way to please you, he will, because all that really matters at the end of the day is his happiness and he will do anything to see you happy. If you want expensive gifts then whatever, he will give it to you or if you prefer simple things he will give it to you too, none of that matters but only you and he will remind you of that every day of your life. You're important to him, the love of his life, and Icarus can't risk anything happening to you, ever. You are everything to him and he will protect and love you forever. Remember this, he is yours and you are his.

#yandere greek mythology #yandere icarus #yandere icarus x reader #yandere icarus headcanons #yandere headcanons #greek mythology

[lonesome-witching]

I'm Right Here

A continuation to Full Moon requested by @robincityofsilver. We dive back into the Robin is a werewolf world with this one. Quick disclaimer: my knowledge of werewolves is not that great so I adapted it to whatever the hell I wanted to be. Still a werewolf though, no worries.

You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

Robin was pacing the floor of her bedroom. The full moon was rapidly approaching. Nancy had marked the date on the calendar that she had gifted Robin. It was probably the only thing marked on it. But with only a few hours until the next transition, Robin really couldn’t be bothered to care.

Somehow there was one thing she still cared about, one thing she couldn’t forget. Nancy Wheeler’s lips attached to her cheek. Whenever she closed her eyes, she could still feel them pressing against her skin. It might have been the only good thing that had come from this whole ordeal.

Although she did also appreciate how close she and Nancy had become. Even if it gave her this illusion that maybe she wasn’t completely insane for liking Nancy like that. Which was ridiculous because Nancy could never like her back.

But that was hard to remember when said girl was sitting on her bed.

“Robin, you need to calm down,” Nancy said. She was leaning on her elbows, slouching back, as if this was her own bedroom, as if she felt right at home.

“I should start heading out.”

“Your parents are still downstairs.”

“Nance,” Robin whimpered. Her canines were growing already, it was hurting her jaw.

“Alright.” Nancy stood up carefully. “Alright, we’ll get going. We’ll just tell them that we’re going for a walk. We’ll go to Lovers Lake, like last month.”

“We? No, Nance, you are not coming with me,” Robin protested.

“Like hell I’m not.”

“No, I could hurt you.”

“You won’t.” Nancy placed her hands on her hips.

“How can you know that?”

“You didn’t hurt me last time.”

“Last time was the first time. It might be different now. I can’t— What if I can’t control it?”

“Robin, I trust you and I know you. You said it yourself, you were able to recognize my smell. I know you won’t hurt me, Robin. I know it. I can feel it.” Her hands moved from her hips to Robin’s upper arms where they softly stroked the bare skin.

“Nance,”

“No, I will not hear any of it. I will go with you and I will stay with you until tomorrow morning. There is nothing you could say that will change my mind.”

“I can think of something,” Robin muttered under her breath, almost inaudible.

If Nancy had heard it, she chose to ignore the comment. Instead, she let her hand slide down until it grabbed on to Robin’s hand, and she softly pulled her along.

“Robin? Is that you?” a voice called from the living room as they passed it.

Robin poked her head into the room. “Hi, yeah, we’re just going for a walk.”

Her mom nodded her head in acknowledgement. “Enjoy!” her father called after them.

The drive to Lovers Lake felt longer than it usually did. Robin kept bouncing in her seat with the agitation and discomfort that the transition brought upon her. Her nails were growing causing her to be unable to clench her fists like she usually did. Her eyes were changing causing her vision to go from normal to distorted to… better. There was hair growing all over her body that caused her skin to itch like crazy.

The second Nancy stopped the car, Robin jumped out, rushing towards the edge of the woods.

“Robin!” Nancy ran after her.

Robin fell on the forest floor, crawling into a ball as her back started breaking and morphing into something new. Nancy crouched down next to her, combing the hair out of Robin’s eyes even when it continued to grow longer and longer.

“Shh, I’m right here, Robin. I’m right here,” Nancy whispered softly.

Robin could barely register her own muffled cries as she pushed her face into the moss. She could feel Nancy pull her head into her lap. She could feel Nancy’s hand sliding through her fur. It felt nice.

And then everything went blank.

-

Robin hadn’t rushed away to transition back. She had simply cuddled closer into Nancy’s body as the pain went through her once more. It didn’t hurt as much to turn back. Her spine settling back like it was supposed to. Her nails retracted, much like her canines. The hair fell out in clumps, covering Nancy’s lap in a carpet of fur.

“Welcome back,” Nancy said with a smile as she started cleaning her pants. Robin’s head was still laying in her lap.

Robin shivered. She was vaguely aware that she was naked. She was very aware she was cold.

“Robin? Are you alright?” Nancy’s hand felt hot against her bare shoulder.

“Cold,” Robin croaked out.

“Oh, yes, of course.”

When Robin looked up at Nancy’s face, she saw a deep red blush. It made Robin want to cover her body. But as she looked at her discarded clothes, she saw nothing but ripped pieces of cloth.

Nancy shuffled from under Robin and took of her jacket. “Let me get you home.”

Robin barely noticed that she got up, that she followed Nancy to the car. She crawled into the backseat. Nancy’s jacket was wrapped around as much of her body as it could cover.

“Robin, are you alright?” Nancy’s eyes caught Robin’s in the rearview mirror.

“Yeah, I’m alright. Th— thank you. Thank you for staying with me.”

“Of course,” Nancy replied.

A silence fell over them. One that burned in Robin’s ears. She wanted to say something, anything. But the words just wouldn’t come, and her throat stung.

“Robin, can I ask you something?” Nancy looked over at her friend.

Robin nodded.

“Earlier, you said something. You said you knew a reason why I wouldn’t want to come with you. I just— what is it?”

“I— Nance.” She didn’t want to talk about this. She had hoped Nancy hadn’t heard. She had forgotten she said it.

“It’s just that I can’t really imagine there would be any reason for me not to go with you. It’s just been swirling in my head all night.” Nancy tried to laugh it off.

“Can you drop me off at home?” Robin tried not to look at the girl.

“Sure.” Nancy sounded slightly annoyed.

“Nance, don’t be upset.”

“I’m not.”

“I can hear that you are.” Robin finally lifted her gaze. Nancy didn’t look upset.

“I’m not upset. I’m a little worried though. I’m worried that you don’t trust me. I— Nevermind.”

“I’m falling in love with you.” The words slipped over Robin’s lips. She expected the car to come to a standstill. She expected Nancy to take a deep breath, continue driving, drop her off at home, pretend it’s okay and then she expected Nancy to never speak to her again.

The car came to a screeching halt. Nancy turned around, her eyes locked on Robin’s face.

“Are you serious?” 

Robin nodded. Maybe she had expected wrong. Maybe Nancy would kick her out of the car right now.

“You love me?”

Robin nodded again.

Nancy opened her car door, got out and slipped into the backseat, right next to Robin.

“Do you want me to leave?”

Nancy shook her head.

“Okay,” Robin breathed.

Nancy leaned in closer. “Tell me to stop.”

Robin wouldn’t. She would never tell Nancy to do anything or to stop with anything. She would never stop Nancy from leaning in. She would never stop Nancy from softly kissing her, gently moving her lips against Robin’s.

Her skin was buzzing and this time it wasn’t because of the full moon, this time it was because Nancy’s palm was resting against her skin and her lips were on Robin and it felt incredible. It felt so much better than the kiss on her cheek. Robin knew she’d be thinking about this none stop for the next month. Maybe even two. Maybe she’d think about it for the rest of her goddamn life.

Nancy pulled away with a sigh and a soft smile. “I have been wanting to do that since last month.”

“We should do again next month,” Robin replied with a smile grazing her own lips.

“I’m not waiting another goddamn month.” Nancy dove back in.

#prompts #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #my work #stranger things #fanfic #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #werewolf robin buckley #werewolf robin

[shesintoomanyfandoms]

It’s the summertime in Westport, Connecticut.

Elsewhere in the world, a war is being fought. The forces of good and evil collide, and unbeknownst to the woman, her son is about to die.

But no one is dying here.

Here, where plates of burnt cookies and peanut butter sandwiches in Tupperware containers and plastic cups with Kool-Aid litter the rooms. Stuffed animals of various horrendous monsters line the walkways.

May Castellan bakes cookies while her son takes his final breath.

She has no idea that he will never return home.

About a day later, in Westport, Connecticut, the air is humid and hot, but May is out and about  anyway. She’s getting ready to bake cookies. Her son’s favorite. His eyes were like his father’s, you know.

But somewhere else in the world, only about two hours away by car, another girl begins to speak. Her name is Rachel Elizabeth Dare, and she’s been taken over by the Oracle of Delphi. The son of Hades is finally not an outcast. Rachel becomes the first Oracle in a very, very long time.

Two hours away, a middle-aged woman collapses.

And one of two things happens in Westport, Connecticut.

May Castellan might have been baking cookies inside her home. When she collapsed, she might have hit her head against the counter on her way down, knocking her out. The cookies, left unattended, caught on fire. May might have died. The firemen, called when the neighbors noticed black smoke billowing from the residence of May Castellan, might have found her in the same place, still with a measuring spoon in her hand.

May Castellan might have woken up in a lobby in Las Vegas. She might have flexed her fingers a little, shocked and finally free of the Oracle’s curse. She might have numbly given the ferryman some cash out of her wallet. She might have appeared before the judges of the dead. They might have declared that ultimately, she had cared greatly for those around her, and had made a brave sacrifice in trying to host the Oracle. She might have been sent to Elysium.

She might have looked around at the host of other dead people, there in a paradise and very confused. A boy might have caught her eye. Barely an adult, with sandy blond hair and a scar down his face. He had blue eyes. Like his father. May Castellan might have approached carefully. She had seen her son in the face of so many people. Was this an illusion, too? She might have asked him, “Luke? Is that you?”

That might have happened.

But it didn’t.

A middle-aged woman collapses on a sidewalk in the heat of a Connecticut summer. Her neighbors call 911, scared that the crazy lady who lives nearby might have finally kicked the bucket. The ambulance arrives quickly, and the paramedics whisk May away to a nearby hospital. She finally wakes up, and begins to take solid foods again. May feels as if she is in a trance—finally without the Oracle’s curse, she doesn’t know what to do with herself. She has become the insane woman, the woman without a child or a job or friends or even an okay house. How does she go on from here?

Two hours away, a girl with fiery red hair and paint on her clothes and skin talks to a boy with pale skin and a skull ring. “She’s been freed,” the girl tells the boy. “I could sense her leaving.”

Two days later, the girl and the boy show up in May’s hospital room. They aren’t technically allowed to be there, but a little Mist goes a long way.

May looks at them suspiciously. “Who are you two?” she asks. “I don’t have any relatives other than my son, and he’s…” she lets that hang in the air for a second.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Castellan, but it’s true. Your son died a hero,” the boy says softly. The girl shoots him a look, but May needed the truth. She’s been living a lie for too long.

“We came to make sure that you were okay,” Rachel says softly. She makes eye contact with May, and a certain kind of understanding passes between them.

“You will make a wonderful Oracle,” May tells her firmly. “Do not doubt that. I was young and foolish. I made my choices. But you are stronger than I.”

“Thank you,” the girl says softly. 

“Now,” May says, “Can you two tell me more about my son?”

#may castellan #luke castellan #nico di angelo #rachel elizabeth dare #percy jackson #fix it fic #fix it au #fix it fanfiction #pjo fanfic #percy jackson fic #headcanon #my headcanons

[welcometololaland]

Binged Read "living at the centre of would...." tonight, and i am in tears, I just love love your writing so damn much Lola 🫶🏼 You grip on Characters and their Characterization is so strong. I have read every single of your Lone star fics till date. You are my Favorite author!! I have specially made a tumblr account to reach out to the beautiful writers of this fandom and appreciate them and let you'll know that you all matter so very much to us!!!

Can't wait to read what more beautiful things you put for us, i m specifically so intrested in ALTA ( just genuine excitement and want to share the Excitement , no pressure, please take your time,m very patient lmao)

Never Understood Grief so wonderfully and truthfully before!

Thank You <3

(ALTA SNIPPET BELOW CUT)

Thank you so much! The honeymoon fic was difficult for me to write (because I don't often write angst), but it was also incredibly cathartic. I think it helped me process a lot of my own feelings about season 4 episodes 17 and 18, and also made me think deeper about Carlos in particular and his state of mind in these episodes.

I feel honoured to know you have read so many of my stories! I hope they brought you joy <3 I think it's awesome you made a tumblr account to tell people that you like their work!

ALTA is finished, but it is in beta-phase. I'm not sure when it will be ready but I'm hoping to post ch 1 soon(ish). This fic has been so fiddly and difficult, I don't think I've EVER spent so much time nitpicking. I've re-written and re-worked the chapters so many times it's insane. Never write a mystery, guys. It's HARD lol. Here, have a snippet (it's unbeta-d, don't judge me).

Summer Break, June 2015

“Carlos,” TK sighs, sliding himself into the passenger seat of Carlos’ car, jiggling the ancient manual windows to wind them down, allowing fresh air in. Carlos knows he’s going to have to get a better car one day – he can’t keep driving around in something that has no AC in the middle of Texas – but he’s also a broke student and his father isn’t a movie star. Not that he’ll be reminding TK of that, lest he turn up to TK’s house one day and find himself presented with a brand new Range Rover.

Although, given recent events, he’s never going to be able to set foot in TK’s house again.

“Carlos,” TK repeats with a little huff, leaning back against the seat as Carlos backs out of Owen’s driveway. “Why are you so mad? It’s not like this is the first time this has happened—”

“TK,” Carlos exclaims, one hand tapping the steering wheel in exasperation. “Your dad walked in and we were—”

“My dad has walked in on us loads of times,” TK argues. “He has no sense of privacy, you know that.”

“Yes, but—”

“One time he caught me practically giving you a blowjob, remember?” TK interjects. “I think it was the first time you met him, actually—”

“TK!” Carlos practically cries. “How are you not more concerned about the fact that your dad walked in while you were riding me?”

TK shrugs. “I don’t know,” he replies, infuriatingly calm. “We’re adults and adults have sex, right? I don’t think anyone in the Strand household is under any illusions as to why the pool house was out of bounds for six months straight.”

Carlos has a sudden urge to take a random left hand turn and drive them into another state. He’s not sure he can bear to be in the same timezone as Owen Strand, knowing that he’s seen them in such a compromising position. On second thoughts, Carlos wishes he could drive to Antarctica.

“Seriously, baby,” TK says, holding his palm up on the centre console, begging for Carlos’ touch. “It’s going to be okay. I bet my dad won’t even say anything. I mean, he might make an awkward joke about it but trust me, he doesn’t care.”

Carlos blows out a breath. “I don’t know,” he replies with uncertainty. “I’m beginning to think we should move out.”

Out of his peripherals, he can see TK practically bounce in the passenger seat. “Some place other than your college dorm?” he asks. “Carlos, that would be—”

“I’m not serious,” Carlos interjects, then feels terrible about it when he looks across at TK’s face and sees it fall. “Wait, hang on, I didn’t mean—”

TK retracts his hand and brings it to his face, covering his mouth as he turns to look out of the passenger-side window. 

“TK,” Carlos calls, sighing as he pulls over to the kerb and throws the car into park. “TK, look at me.”

TK turns back slowly, a sad frown etched into his features. “I get it,” he says, a little despondently. “I mean, I’d be terrible to live with. I know you think I’m spoiled and I don’t know how to do anything, and I do hate chores but I’d do them if it meant I got to live with you.”

“I don’t think any of those things,” Carlos says softly, reaching across the space between them to rest his palm on TK’s leg. “Sweetheart, I’d love nothing more than to live with you—”

“I do hate chores,” TK admits. “Come on, that part is true.”

“Okay,” Carlos concedes, allowing his lips to curl into a smile as he watches TK’s do the same. “If we’re being honest, you suck at chores. But I’m sure you could get good at them, with practice.”

“Maybe,” TK says, wrinkling his nose. “I hear you’re a pretty good teacher.”

“I am,” Carlos replies seriously, leaning halfway across the console to kiss the tip of TK’s nose and then his lips. “I want to live with you, TK,” he says. “I just can’t afford that right now. Plus, we’re young. Maybe it’s a good idea to wait until we finish college at least.”

“And give my dad more opportunities to walk in on us?” TK asks, arching an eyebrow. “Your funeral, Reyes.”

Carlos shrugs, trying to school his expression. “Oh no, that’s not happening,” he says smoothly. “We just can’t have sex at your place anymore.”

“What are you suggesting?” TK scoffs. “That we have sex in your dorm room? Because Darren is gonna have to get real cool with some stuff pretty quickly…”

Carlos shakes his head. “I was thinking more like abstinence.”

TK chokes. “Abst— No, Carlos. Abstinence does not work when your boyfriend looks like this.” He flourishes his hands in Carlos’ direction, motioning to the entire top half of his body.

“Was thinking we could wait until marriage,” Carlos teases, turning the ignition back on as TK squawks. 

“Okay,” he says, “I guess we’re getting married tomorrow.”

“Not legal yet,” Carlos points out. “Guess we’ll have to wait a while.”

#ALTA #tarlos #tarlos fic #snippet #911 lone star #911 lone star fic #tk strand #carlos reyes #anon ask #answered

[swanmaids]

👀 if you're still doing the tolkien horror prompts, may i request uncanny/i do not know you/came back wrong? <3

Nimloth’s husband and sons have gone where she cannot follow. But she can still be with her daughter.

—

About half way between Menegroth and the Mouth of Sirion, Elwing smiled for the first time since her nurse roused her in the dead of night.

“Mummy”, she said in her soft little-girl voice, “Mummy’s here.”

The now-refugees did not respond. The poor child had just lost everything. If imagining her mother by her side gave her some comfort, there was nothing to be gained by breaking her illusion.

—

“But why am I the queen,” Elwing sniffled through tears, “when Mummy’s still here? Mummy should be the queen!”

All of a sudden, Círdan felt very, very old. He knelt before the child, still in her pink nightdress and with the violently bright jewel looped around her neck like a noose. “Child, I know this will be very hard to understand-”

—

“My mother likes you,” lisped the thin, wide-eyed child that the Iathrim had introduced to Idril as their queen. “So be welcome, Idril Silverfoot.”

Idril, thirsty and exhausted, bowed to the girl-queen and thanked her effusively. She had no energy left to wonder what she meant. She wished she had something more than thanks to offer her- and later found out that she did.

“The circumstances bringing you here are indeed terrible,” Círdan the shipwright told her, “but one small silver lining is that Elwing will at last have a friend her own age. She has so many responsibilities, and I am afraid the fall of Menegroth still hangs heavy upon her. Often, she speaks as though her mother is still with us. I think she must be very lonely.”

Idril nodded. She thought she could understand - hundreds of years after the fact, she still missed her own mother with an ache that waxed and waned, and the recent loss of her father was a raw wound. “I’ll introduce Eärendil tomorrow.”

—

Eärendil and Elwing were two-thirds done with a bottle of stolen rice wine when his best friend asked, “Can I tell you a secret?”

Eärendil was sixteen and in love and would have done anything she asked. “Of course.”

“Sometimes I still see my mum. I know she’s dead. When I was little I didn’t really understand that, but I do now. So I see her…ghost, I suppose? Especially when I’m lonely, or I need help. You probably think I’m insane.” She took a long swig of wine, and Eärendil could see her eyes misting. He fumbled to save the situation- he could not stand to have made her cry.

“I don’t! Actually, I think I understand… when I was ten, I used to see Salgant. Apparently he’d been taken to Angband, after… everything, and I suppose he died there. He’d come to me, and he used to kneel at my feet. He never spoke. I guessed he was sorry for me, for his part in everything.

I didn’t blame him, not really. With my uncle, it’s a different story. But Salgant was easily led… I told him I forgave him, and to go in peace to Mandos. I didn’t see him again, after that.” It was true, though he had not thought of it for many years.

Elwing lunged forward and hugged him fiercely. Eärendil felt hot tears fall on to his shoulder.

“Thank you. I thought I’d never be believed!”

Eärendil smiled. “Of course I believe you. Even if the same thing hadn’t happened to me, I’d never doubt you. You’re my best friend in the world.”

Elwing pulled back and smiled, wiping away the last of her tears. “And you’re mine. I’m glad Salgant found rest, too. But do you think it’s awful that I don’t really want my mum to go?”

“Of course not. She’s your mum!”

—

Elwing tasted blood and her lungs burned as she ran through the burning wreckage of Sirion, the snarling and howling Fëanorians at her heels. “I have it!” She shouted as she held up the hideous jewel, her voice snatched away in the chaos. “Come and take it!” Then she ran on. She knew where to go.

She knew where to go, because her mother was with her, guiding her, as she always had been. In life, she had offered warm hugs and soothing words and kisses to the forehead. In death, the shade who had been Nimloth could not touch her daughter, nor speak to her. It did not matter- Elwing always knew what she meant.

When Eärendil had first come to the Havens, Nimloth had smiled upon him. When the letter from Maedhros Fëanorian had arrived, she had gestured to the fireplace.

Now, Elwing’s mother pointed silently towards the cliffs.

#nimloth #elwing #earendil #legendarium kids #peredhil #my post #my fic #tuserosie #outofangband #the silm

[isas-oc-asylum]

d k i rn. tell rhem about my dad and boyfriends . rn.

BET. Jokes on you, you're getting your V, J, C, and S blorbos too.

D - Desmond Sage

Desmond is a recent-ish OC who hit me like a brick when usually OCs I make for the sole purpose of romancing a friend's OC don't stick well. He's a witch who's soulbound to his boyfriend Simon Partridge, meaning they share their pain (and pleasure) like weird voodoo dolls. They were cursed by Desmond's grandmother at birth, not to their knowledge, and only figured out they're soulbound after discovering they were born on and died on the same days. They spent that time as ghosts until ✨ rp plot ✨ happened and they were resurrected by a "mystery person."

K - Kaito Starstra

Desmond's bestie and comically the boyfriend of Simon's twin brother Leon Partridge. He's newer than Desmond and doesn't have a ton to him yet, but he's a bartender at one of Ghost Town, Autumn Hallow's most popular bars. And he has some secret spicy plot related to his estranged mother cooking up. :D

I - Isaac Partridge

Adoptive father and guardian angel of Simon and Leon Partridge. Obligatory mention that he's c!Philza Minecraft inspired. And I'm going to purposely follow that up with the fact that he is irrefutably breedable. He's a dilf, he's scruffy, he's traumatized (Simon died & became a ghost and Leon was bitten & turned by a vampire, and he's lost two other people he was guardian for before them), he's got hot tattoos on his chest & back, he's got them muscly man tiddies, he's a lil fucked up against his will, an excellent dad, and an I Love My Wife guy. Scratch me calling Wilfre the best dad in Arboresia, Isaac is.

V - Varynox DeLuna

Varynox is yet another one of many of Satan's children. He's built a bit different, having four brothers from the same mother unlike most DeLunas. He and his brothers work for one of their half-sisters at her super boujee nightclub in Jazswing. A couple of them, Varyn included, are sex workers, but for the most part the five boys are more like hosts that professionally flirt and sing. Oh, also, Varyn is Vox Akuma inspired! :D

J - Jonas Martin

Son of Dr. Allen Martin, Jonas is a bit of a ??? doctor. He bounces constantly between specializing in the supernatural & eldritch or just good ol marine biology. He's got a special interest in sharks that's ruled his life since he was like seven and he can't make up his mind. He's also got a secret third thing coming for his knees in the form of chronic illness he inherited from his late mother, it's making him want to study immunity and genetics instead. He really can't make up his mind but he really loves science and life.

C - Charlie Lane

Charlie needs more depth to him desperately and my lack of ideas for him drives me insane. At his core, he's a gay lil father of Many (I think 6 or 7) and a very passionate sorcerer. He and his husband work with Morwyn and Vesyroma at the Autumn Hallow Library & Archives and witnessed the horror of Morwyn's Pseudo Spawn transformation.

S - "Space" Pearson

Space is one of many founders of the Cavalier Cove Manor. He handles illusions to keep other founders and their private living space hidden, as well as adding or getting rid of new rooms. He's a very powerful and smart sorcerer full of the eternal mood of I Need Caffeine And A Fucking Nap, But I Won't Do Either Because I'm Stubborn

#asks and submissions #OC Asks #Desmond #Kaito #Isaac #Varynox #Jonas #Charlie #Space #Cavalier Cove

[betasuppe]

Heyyy, how are you? I hope well. I sorta had a cruddy week, by any chance can you tell me some lore about your characters? Or an au or story you’ve been thinking about or wrking on? I like reading those, especially after long days.

Obviously you don’t gotta. Zero pressure and all. Just figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask. Hope you have a lovely rest of your day. 💚

Aw, sorry to hear it's been a rough week for you, anon!! :( I don't know that I can help much, but at least I can distract you for a bit, if nothing else♡

But yeah, sure! We talking more fan content or original stuff? I'm not sure which you'd prefer, so here's something for both...!

So for one, how about my new zoroark!Mina? The AU's gonna go one way or another in that either:

Mina is just a zoroark or maybe an illusion pkmn hybrid who has a miserable past, & she takes on a near human appearance to escape & try living in the city. After a chance encounter, becomes enamored with the younger subway boss as he becomes transfixed with her. Some sort of romance or found family sort of element blossoms there... that is, depending on if Mina's actually a pkmn or a hybrid OR if nok wants to get into the nitty gritty details of a pkmn that's wants to be human & is in love with a person & all that insanity!! Zorua pup Silje makes an appearance too because I can't stop thinking about how cute their child as a zorua / hybrid would be!!!! 😭💕

OR the real Mina has died, as following my current Champ Emmet storyline, & in his guilt & sorrow in losing his precious wife, Emmet has a crafty zoroark take her image to fill her void in his life. Perhaps it starts off very closed off but in taking its work as Mina's double very seriously... but Emmet treats it like the pkmn is truly Mina & she is absorbed by her role. Then, this all is skirting some scary dividing line between wait, is this truly a zoroark who thinks it's Mina or is this somehow the real Mina stuck in a pkmn's body? & in his madness, does Emmet accept her as the real thing or not???? Idk, it's a twisted story about searching for forgiveness & finding comfort & hope in another, despite the worst of circumstances.

Then, OC wise, I've been super busy in daydreaming about my story where a young gal named Kseniya is swept away to a tropical paradise where her astranged father plans for her to take over his massively successful beachside hotel... after he abandoned Kseniya & her mother 15 years prior to start a new family. Concerned about his potential ulterior motives but urged by her desire to be importsnt in her own father's eyes, Kseniya accepts his offer & flies away that night.

Not only is this whole dealio overwhelming in & of itself, but it turns out the hotel is haunted by Elroy, the obnoxious spirit of a 1930's conman, who intends to make her life in particular into a living hell, after she accidentally stumbles into the floor that doesn't even exist in the hotel, at all!

It's all topsy turvy, that is, before the two kick off a rocky friendship which, over tine, turns into an unexpected & sudden romance between girl & ghost.

It also becomes very quickly evident that there's something more to this tropical paradise & that nothing is exactly what it seems at this island, where the past mingles confusingly with the present...

Kseniya finds herself propelled into the far past to try and make sense of the island's dark history, to figure out her own purpose to ensure a brighter future, & to change Elroy's past so he doesn't meet his bloody & untimely end.

There's a lot in this tale, from a beachy themed vacation to start, to straight horror elements thanks to Elroy & other members of the island's bloody past, & an emotional fight against time itself, while one boring, unimportant young lady to realize the unique powers she has & that she alone has the ability to change the course of time for good [def not me projecting & wishing a nobody like me had some bigger power in life, nooooo].

& uh... that's about all I have at the moment haha. I hope that's at least a bit of a distraction & can be of some interest to you, anon!

& uh, also thanks to anyone who's read all the way thru btw! Thank you!!!!♡♡♡♡♡

#asks #nok ocs

[liviavanrouge]

Saving Lilia

Livia: *Walks through the dark space, looking around* Papa!

Livia: *Stops and sighs, looking gloomy* I wish I had help...

???: FOUND YOU!!

Livia: *Flinches a hand grabbing her wrist and tugging her upwards*

???: *Beams, staring at Livia relieved*

Livia: You're....Arian...You're Arian!!

Arian: Yeah, I'm Arian, your guardian angel...

Livia: You're the one who told me to talk to Callisto and the one who asked Queen Virda to send me back to help everyone and-

Arian: Yes, I'm also the one who sent Alya to wake Malleus up when he fell unconscious

Livia: *Sniffs, rubbing her eyes*

Arian: *Grins then presses a kiss to Livias forehead*

Livia: EH?! M-MISTER ARIAN?!

Arian: YOU. ARE. SO. CUUUUUUTTEEEE!!!

Livia: *Flails her arms around as Arian drowned her in kisses* MISTER ARIAN!!!

Arian: Haha! Forgive me, I just had to....You're too adorable

Livia: Where's my dad...

Arian: *Stares, his eyes starting to water* He's not doing so well...follow me....

Livia: *Walks after Arian, her eyes wide, when a forest scenery appeared*

???: STOP IT!! I'M TELLING YOU TO STOP!!

Arian: *Steps through a bush, tears falling down his cheeks as he stopped*

Lilia: *Leaps into the lake, his eyes wide as he tried to grab a six year old Silvers hand, Maria hanging limp in his arms* SILVER!! SILVER, WAKE UP!!

Livia: What's going on, why does Papa look like he's going insane...

Arian: He is going insane, I tried to pull him out of this nightmare, but he called me Ambert and tried to attack me....the scenery changes each time one of you kids die

Livia: *Flinches, the scenery changing again, the lake turning into a river*

Livia(4 years old): *Laughs, batting her hand at a five year old Shadow and a six year old Golden*

Lilia: STOP, KIDS GET OVER HERE!!!

Livia: *Covers her mouth shocked as she watched her younger self get washed away with Shadow and Golden*

Lilia: NO, NO, NO, NO!!! STOP IT!!

Arian: It's a repeated cycle....your father loves you kids so much, I always watched as you kids bothered him with small things, dragging him to play and all that....he cherishes you little ones and his curse is using that against him

Livia: *Stares, then steps forward, stepping into the scenery* Papa...

Lilia: *Looks up, tears falling down his cheeks, gripping Goldens small hands* Thea....how...

Livia: I'm Livia, Papa...

Lilia: Thea, this isn't funny!

Livia: *Steps closer, staring down at him* I'm not trying to be funny, Papa, this is all just an illusion, the curse is messing with you...

Lilia: Thea...STOP IT!!

Livia: *Smacks Lilias hand away, then hugs him tight* I'm not Mama, Papa, you gotta break through okay, or else you'll make me cry...

Lilia: *Stares, the scenery around him turning into smoke* Livia....

Livia: *Smiles, hugging him tight* Hey Papa

Lilia: *Smiles and hugs her tight* You saved your old man, good job, you handled this well...

Livia: *Gasps, staring as Lilia faded away* DAD?!?

Arian: He's just waking up, don't worry...but you should join him now...

Livia: What about you...what if you end up back in the Spring Forest and I'm still there...

Arian: Then you'll be all grown up, and you won't need me as your guardian angel anymore

Livia: *Trembles, staring to cry, hugging Arian* I-I'M ALWAYS GONNA NEED YOU!!

Arian: *Smiles, tears falling down his cheeks as he hugged her tight* I'll see you again, little angel

Livia: *Closes her eyes, then opens them, finding Lilia smiling at her*

Lilia: Finally, you woke up...

Livia: .....Dad, what if you end up leaving me before I'm all grown up....

Lilia: *Reaches forward and grabs her hand* This father of yours will never leave you, even if I gotta force my way back to twisted wonderland as a wandering ghost...

Livia: *Smiles, laughing a little* Don't do that, Papa!

Lilia: *Chuckles, smiling softly*

Arian: *Watches the two, before fading away, feeling at peace*

#twst arian #diasomnia arc #chapter 7 #twst chapter 7 #livia vanrouge #twst livia #lilia twst #twisted wonderland lilia #twst lilia #lilia vanrouge

[alecsalamander]

The kitchen smells like fresh bread when he gets home; it’s a strange Pavlovian reaction of his adult life that has him instantly reaching for his hip, remembering only last second that he doesn’t carry a weapon home anymore. When he was a child, his mother used to bake bread every three days. He would come home from school and the whole house would smell warm and yeasty and safe, and on the weekend his mother would pull the chairs out from the table and over to the counter and stand them all up there, helping her measure and mix. When he was overseas, sometimes he would walk through a market and catch a whiff of something doughy and hot and it was like he was back there – safe.

It’s the opposite now.

The house will frequently smell like the cookies or brownies or whatever sweet treat CJ bakes to buy himself an hour or so of free time from an excited child, but never like bread. He tells Lacey, when she asks, that it’s the one thing his mother never taught him to make; he tells Wendy, when he doesn’t, that it’s because cookies and brownies and cakes are what you make for your coworkers, but bread is what you make for your family.

The kitchen smells like fresh bread but not like his mother’s safety, and every cell in his body is on alert. He sweeps the entry and the dining room and considers calling for backup – Greg and Ronnie were still around when he left, probably only ten minutes away – and then he finds CJ in the living room.

“Hey Wes,” his voice is calm, but his eyes are wild. He looks more like a bad idea than he ever has before, and even though there’s no way someone like him could ever be a threat, not to someone like Wendy, for the first time he looks like he thinks he could be. “How was work?”

The warning instincts that kept him alive through wars and after prickle the hair on his arms, and instead of reaching for a holster he reaches for the only weapon he has: his phone. There’s a panic button built onto the left-hand side. The house is too quiet to have a second-grader in it, and it smells like an illusion of home. “Where’s Lacey?”

CJ laughs, wild and dangerous. “Is there a secret door behind the rose cooler?” It’s the moment of inevitability between hearing the shot and feeling the bullet, the way everything suddenly goes very quiet and very still; CJ isn’t laughing anymore, or smiling. The words hang between them with the finality they declare, pause like the nails of a coffin, and suddenly Wendy knows. “You know, for Thorn?”

It takes all of three seconds for his heart to remember to keep beating. Another three seconds to remember that CJ is not his enemy even at his worst – that he is, in fact, aside from the last week or so of snarling insanity, his best friend. And then, from there, another three seconds to make up his mind. Nine seconds as a barrier between what he knows will forever mark a distinction in their lives: Before, and After. “So you know about Thorn,” he is surprised, but not suspicious. He and CJ have lived increasingly out of each other’s pockets over the last few years, enough that he’s met the other man’s father a few times. He’s a detective, or used to be, and there’s a sort that end up in their line of work. It’s a strange brotherhood, but it’s also a small one. “But...” The words catch on his tongue in hesitation, stumbling to a stop at the edge of the cliff of being spoken aloud, in a moment of fear. Gravity is stronger, and they fall. “What do you know about magic?”

CJ freezes like a deer in the road. Like a rabbit in a snare. Like something that has stopped running only because it knows it has already lost. And then, eyes hard and voice sharp, he laughs. “Fuck you.”

A few of them had reacted the same, back when this all began. It’s easy to feel like the wrong end of a joke when they come in asking about magic. It’s been years and sometimes he still has moments of disbelieving it himself; he has lived with the knowledge for a decade now, and harbored it in his home for more than half of that, but there are still moments when he pauses and thinks honestly to himself that all of it, every last moment, has been a very strange dream. “I’m serious,” he says, and faced with his own lack of humor CJ’s slowly falls. “I know it sounds crazy, and I need—” It’s almost too much, what he asks of him sometimes. “I need you to trust me.”

“I don’t,” CJ says firmly. He used to. Last week, he did.

“It’s real,” his house is a poor facsimile of comfort and theirs is a poor facsimile of friendship, and CJ is asking about Thorn, and Lacey is not at the table with her homework. He feels like he’s going to war. “Magic, it’s real and they will tell you that it’s evil, but it’s—” Magic is only as evil as those who wield it, as is anything that can be considered a weapon; Wendy is just as dangerous, as lethal. “They’re lying.”

“Are you?”

Wendy doesn’t know which he’s asking, whether Wendy is evil or whether he’s lying – the answer is the same either way. Yes, mostly, but not right now. Not about this. “Where’s Lacey?” he asks instead of answering, because there’s a tower of cards here, each lie carefully built against the other, and he can feel it beginning to fall.

CJ sneers, the expression cold and unfamiliar. “Your team took her,” he lashes out like an animal, snapping and snarling, and Wendy’s heart stops. His web of lies snaps, thread by thread, and he feels himself falling; it’s only to the couch as his knees give out. There’s a noise in his ears like a bomb has gone off, a hollow ringing, and he goes to breathe to find a similar post-explosion pressure in his chest. When his vision tunnels down to a single focal point he finds CJ by habit alone – the man seems immune to his distress. There’s something comforting in the way he’s driven to cruelness at what’s happened, at the way that despite everything, he still loves her. “And I know what they think about it.” It’s partially a threat, partially a taunt; mostly, it sounds like CJ is down to his bones terrified. His eyes are the same hollow sort of grey that Wendy thinks his skin must be, brittle and washed-out, and his lips have thinned to razor edges. “So let me ask you,” and he leans forward like a striking snake, sparks of electricity crackling from his eyes and his teeth and his hands and— “What do you know about magic?”

#my writing #universe: witchhunters #wednesday bishop #catalin shea

[cassandrajoybellbittner]

Taken - Blue Moon Series - Chapter 19b

*Warning Adult Content*

Lakota Bateman

There was a raging battle going off in my head.

I couldn't really tell what was real or not.

Sometimes I was back to reality, surrounded by familiar comforting smells and looking into the faces of those I loved dearly.

Gale and Cyrus seemed to be everywhere I turned it seemed.

But then in a split second I was seeing mistress.

She was an illusion, I knew she was but it was so real.

Even when this mistress touched me I was consumed with pain that I just couldn't get away from but I was all internal.

I couldn't even seemed to react anymore, there was no escape from her now and I couldn't run away from her touch.

She was haunting me, stuck to me like a leech.

Right now the only thing saving me from her coming back into my head was my hatred for the man in the basement.

I had been pacing for a while.

Itching to get my hands on him.

I wanted to show him what he had cost his 'sons'.

I wanted to him to feel the same treatment that I received, that Teagan received all our lives.

Feel the pain, the utter hopelessness.

The loneliness along with the feeling of being trapped and never escaping.

I want him to know what it felts like to slowly go insane.

"Where is he?"

This caused me to stop my continuous pacing and watch Elijah come rushing down the hallway.

Gale moved in his way quickly but the old man overpowered him easily.

Now Cyrus was involved and it was then I noticed as they were both distracted that this was out chance.

Both Teagan and I spared each other a glance before we took advantage of the commotion and rushed to the door.

Throwing it open just big enough for both of us to fit through I slammed it shut while Teagan reached down and lifted the heavy metal bar and laid it in place.

Leaving just the two of us and our father.

Looking around I was starting to notice that this place almost resembled my old prison. It was cold, dark, and damp. C

ells lined the walls as we made out way to the very last one.

And there sat the man himself.

He was no longer in wolf form but as his human self.

So this is what our father looked like.

For a wolf where aging was a slow process he looked surprisingly weathered.

There were slight lines around his mouth.

His eyes were dark with bags and his hair was the same color as mine but disheveled.

With a frown he glanced up and his golden eyes widened.

Shooting to his feet he rushed to the bars and grabbed them tightly.

"Oh, Moon Goddess and Wolf Spirits. It's so good to know you're alive and well," he gasped.

Teagan rushed up to him baring his canines.

His eyes were glowing a faint red as he glared at our 'Father.'

He nodded and staring Teagan in the eyes.

"I guess you're not as well as I hoped," his mouth thinned from his own words.

"No we're not. You left us to rot in a dungeon and to be tortured day in and day out for years," I snapped.

"If I had known what your mother was planning I would have stopped her or at least taken you away."

He looked at Teagan, a sincere expression on his face.

"Really?" I let the sarcasm roll off my tongue.

He looked up at me and gave me a small smile.

"Yes. You are my sons. My flesh and blood. I would never want to harm you."

"No but having others do it, is okay?" Teagan growled.

He hung his head.

"If there was any way of saving you I would have."

"So you're saying you had no knowledge of 'mother dearest' taking your son's away, twice."

Then he frowned, pausing at my words.

"Son..."

"Don't call me that," I snarled in his face.

"I'm sorry, I understand I have no rights to that anymore."

"No, no you really don't," Teagan glared over at him.

He paused before speaking again.

"I had no idea what was happening when you were taken from me, Teagan. And by the time my second son was taken. I honestly could do nothing when your mother took you away, Lakota."

"Well you didn't prevent it from happening, again," Teagan said.

"You're the Alpha. You could have formed a rescue mission, to save your own 'Flesh and blood'," I told him, pacing like a caged wolf in front of him.

His brows furrowed then.

"You're mistaken," he whispered.

"How so?" I rolled my eyes at him.

"I'm not the Alpha, Lakota."

His gold eyes glanced up at me and they held such regret and shame I had to back away from him.

"Then who is?" I demanded softly.

"Your mother."

[blondrichclosetwitch]

Oh... I know how his life resembles yours

And you somehow are like him.

Member what you thought was grief before you got the call?*

And when the time comes, you'll fall

… Your dreams and inner visions, all your mystical ambitions

They won't let you down

Secrets from a girl, who's seen it all

… Welcome to sadness

The temperature is unbearable until you face it

Your emotional baggage can be picked up at carousel number 2*

Please be careful so that it doesn't fall onto someone you love

So let the sadness come again

On that you can depend on me

Until the bitter, bitter end of the world, yeah

I'm all by myself as I've always felt*

Deep down I must have always known that this would be inevitable

I try and try to make you cry and make you love me

When I walk around all of the streets

Where I grew up and found my feet

They can't look me in the eye

It's like they're scared of me

Bring it back

Last thing

Bless me father, bless me father, for I have sinned, ugh*

Red, red roses

there at about 4 o'clock

Better have the police track down the passenger list and contact her family pronto*

This is the end*

We're all doctors trading sadness for numbness

I want her

Found him slumped across the table, a gun and me alone*(second time this has played today)

How to disappear 32/00 (12:05):

In a little while I'll be gone

This isn't happening

I'm not here

And everybody was gone

I was staring down the street 'cause I was trying not to crack

You said it would be painless

A needle in a doll

You said it would be painless

It wasn't that at all

My darling baby

And I

I wrote it down and threw it all away

Never gave a thought to what I paid

And you

You tattered me, you tethered me to you

The things you would and you wouldn't do

To tell the truth I never had a clue

I never thought it would get this far this somewhat drunken joke

Seems you created your own illusion

Fuelled by an image of me

You like your girls insane

Choose your last words

I was so confused as a little child

you're on your tippy toes creepin' around like no one knows

Think you're so criminal

Make your mama sad type

Own me, I'll let you play the role

I'll be your animal

All I know: it wasn’t safe to breathe at all*

Boy, we can do much more together*

#32/14/05 #and that’s all she wrote #read it aloud #anthems by a 17 girl

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader Masterlist

The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader Masterlist

A/N: ITS FINALLY HERE AFTER 6 YEARS OF WORKING ON IT!!!

This is an insanely long series as it will follow the events of the entire Infinity Saga from The Avengers to Endgame and a little further. Therefore it will contain MAJOR SPOILERS for the infinity saga!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Odinson!Reader

Summary: After being taken from earth as a baby by your father Odin, you finally get the chance to visit your home planet. To save it from your older brother Loki. Using your powers over the elements you help the Avengers defeat him, finding a new home and friends. 

Warnings: Torturously slow slow burn! Language! Angst! Fluff! Alcohol Consumption! Canon typical violence! Description of Blood and Injuries! Character Deaths! SMUT 18+ ONLY! More detailed warnings will be given with each chapter. 

Status: Complete

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Part 1: Fell straight from heaven

Part 2: Galaga and Flying Monkeys

Part 3: Lack of Conviction

Part 4: The Battle of New York

Part 5: Some Shawarma and a See You Later

Part 6: Time to Catch Up

Part 7: Visiting Some Old Friends

Part 8: Back to School

Part 9: Everyone needs a hot lunch

Part 10: The First Mission

Part 11: A Lot Of Thanks To Give

Part 12: Reality Gone Haywire 

Part 13: A Hesitant Hello and Sad Goodbye

Part 14: Imitation Games

Part 15: Not an Illusion

Part 16: Converge on Greenwich

Part 17: Coney Island

Part 18: Modernisation and a couple of tricks

Part 19: Freeze The Room

Part 20: Even Gods Get Sick

Part 21: Not my idea of a cruise

Part 22: Get with the program Cap

Part 23: Ears and Eyes Everywhere 

Part 24: Kinda Feels Personal

Part 25: Honeymoon Planning

Part 26: Return of the Dead

Part 27: Everything Goes

Part 28: Making Room

Part 29: Moving Day

Part 30: Follow the trail

Part 31: Scary Big Brother

Part 32: Camp Harmony

Part 33: The Wrong Hostage

Part 34: Things that go bang in the night*

Bonus Chapter: Scary Good Time (Takes place at the same time as Part 34)

Bonus Chapter: Slow Mornings *

Part 35: A Trip Back In Times*

Part 36: A Year On*

Part 37: A Field Trip To Sokovia

Part 38: JARVIS, We got a buggy suit

Part 39: Firecracker Girlfriend

Part 40: They Have To Evolve

Part 41: That was Strange

Part 42: Son of a bitch

Part 43: You need to rest

Part 44: The Princess of Asgard*

Part 45: A bit of planning and some broken tiles *

Part 46: Fighting your double

Part 47: A big day and long night*

Part 48: The List*

Part 49: Hot and Bothered*

Part 50: Magic Mistletoe

Part 51: The rat that didn’t drown

Part 52: Your Buddy, Your Bucky

Part 53: Electromagnetic Headache

Part 54: Honourable Discharge

Part 55: Making Things Worse

Part 56: Mission Report: December 16th 1991

Part 57: Battered and Bruised

Part 58: Prison Break

Part 59: Night Terrors

Part 60: Welcome to Asgard

Part 61: Not Inadequate*

Part 62: A Skeleton In The Closet

Part 63: Chicken Noodle Soup

Part 64: A New Home*

Part 65: Out of the Ice*

Part 66: Steve the Goat*

Part 67: Pink or Blue

Part 68: Shred Of Hope

Part 69: Dramatic Arrival

Part 70: It’s all a bit too much

Part 71: A Big Day*

Part 72: We Don’t Trade Lives

Part 73: Get This Man A Shield

Part 74: Battle of Wakanda

Part 75: The Ones Left Behind

Part 76: The Garden

Part 77: The Five Stages to Moving On

Part 78: Finding Scout

Part 79: First Day Nerves

Part 80: Up In The Stars

Bonus Drabble: Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story

Part 81: I Don’t Like Bullies

Part 82: A Chance

Part 83: A Bigger Brain

Part 84: The EPR Paradox

Part 85: Time to Brainstorm

Part 86: The Time Heist

Part 87: A Soul For A Soul

Part 88: Time Messed Back

Part 89: The Aftermath

Part 90: Bigger Than The Whole Sky

Part 91: One Last Mission

Part 92: Teething Problems

Part 93: Back To Work

Part 94: Birthday Boys

Part 95: Last To Leave The Party*

#NiamhWrites #Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #captainamerica #captain america x reader #captain america x y/n #captain america x you #Chris Evans #Marvel #MCU