#mention of violence

[medusapelagia]

Running From The Daylight - Part 9

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, (coming soon Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15)

Written for @whumpuary

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Prompt: Make him stop WT: mention of violence, sick character Words: 982

Steve shivers in his sleep and Eddie looks around, searching for more blankets, but everyone they have is already there, so he takes a wet towel from the bathroom and puts it on Steve’s forehead, trying to lower his fever. It’s the first time that Eddie has to take care of someone, Wayne never got sick and neither did Steve, they were always the ones who had to nurse Eddie back to health, but he keeps an eye on his boyfriend, watching his relaxed features and hoping that the rest will help him get better, but their pace is short-lived, as soon as Steve starts to have some fever dreams that seems far from pleasurable.

“Don’t hurt me! Please! Don’t hurt me!” he yells, trashing around, while Eddie desperately tries to stop him “Mom! Make him stop! Make him stop! Please! I didn’t do anything wrong!” He begs while Eddie tries to wake him up.

“Wake up, Steve, wake up. It’s just a dream. You are ok. Wake up! Please!” Eddie calls shaking his boyfriend until he finally opens his eyes and looks at him confused.

“Eddie? You ok?” Steve asks, trying to understand what happened.

“Yes, I’m ok. It was just a nightmare.” The older boy whispers, brushing away some hair from Steve’s sweating forehead.

Steve turns his head, looking around, and then asks “Where is he?” His eyes still shining with fever.

“Who, baby?”

“My father… Where is he?” He asks again, trying to move, his eyes wide with worry and panic, but Eddie stops him before he hurts himself.

“He is not here. It’s just the two of us, do you remember? We booked a fancy place to spend the holiday.”

“The chalet…” Steve murmurs with dry lips.

“Yeah… we are in the chalet.” Eddie reminds him gently.

“He is not going to get here, right?” The boy asks, searching for an answer on Eddie’s face, his face red with fever.

“No, baby. It’s just the two of us, I swear.”

“I will not let him hurt you.” Steve whispers, his voice small and broken.

“I know you will protect me, love. And I’ll do the same for you.”

“Don’t! Please don’t! He will beat you!” Steve begs and Eddie tries to calm him down.

“I will not, I will not, I promise! Now can you try to sleep a little bit? I’ll be here and I’ll wake you if you have any bad dreams. I promise.” 

Steve sighs “It wasn’t a dream. It was a memory.” He says, lowering his eyes “I was young and stupid. I kissed Tommy at a Christmas party, we must have been twelve, or maybe even younger, and I was so happy that I told my mum that we kissed and that I was in love with him. She said to me not to tell that out loud but I was so happy, I thought my father would have been proud of me, he was always teasing me about not having a special friend… little did I know that he meant a girlfriend, not a boyfriend.” Steve murmurs.

Eddie kisses his forehead “I’m so sorry, babe.” 

“I haven’t thought about him in years. I don’t know why he came to my mind right now.”

Eddie knows that Steve has no contact with his parents and he is not surprised to know that Mr. Harrington has been an homophobic prick since Steve was a kid, but it still hurts seeing Steve being so upset even after years.

“No invitation for them to our wedding.” Eddie tries to lighten the air with a silly joke.

“Are you proposing, Munson? Because I see no ring.” Steve scoffs and Eddie smirks.

“I didn’t know you were so venal, Harrington! I thought that my feelings for you were more than enough and now you are asking me a ring?”

Steve smiles sadly “I would have married you even without a ring, you know that, right?”

Eddie's smile falters “And you will, baby. I want to spend all my life with you, wake up and see you drooling on your pillow is the best part of my day.” He tells him seriously, trying to make the other boy laugh, but Steve is far too serious.

“Ed, if I don’t make it I want you to find someone else.” He says to him looking deep into Eddie’s eyes and the other boy shakes his head in refusal.

“Stop it! There is no need to be so dramatic! I told you: I called Wayne, help is on the way, we just have to be patient.” Eddie insists.

“But if…”

“No, but. And no, I’m not going to find someone else because you are the love of my life, ok? And I don’t want anyone else. So keep your strength and stop saying stupid things.” Eddie scolds him, then he gets some water and helps Steve drink it. Humans can survive without food for a few days but they can’t survive without water, and Steve’s body is sweating far too much due to the fever.

The younger boy sips some water before falling asleep again, his body too worn out to stay awake. Eddie puts Steve’s head into his lap, singing something soft, hoping to help him have pleasant dreams. He can almost picture a young Steve telling his mum that he finally gave his first kiss only to be beaten and humiliated by his father. Eddie has never met Mr. Harrington, always on some business trip since he knows Steve, and he hopes he never will because he has a few words for him and they are not kind. 

Steve’s phone in Eddie’s pocket burns like fire, but Eddie resists the temptation to turn it on, trying to save more battery, even if all he would like to do right now is hear Wayne's comforting voice telling him that everything will be alright, because if Wayne says it he can almost believe it.

#whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno9 #make him stop #stranger things fanfiction #steddie #whump #eddie munson #steve harrington #medusapelagia fanfic #my fanfic #mention of violence #sick character #medusapelagia

[phoebe-delia]

Chicago's 6 Merry Murderesses as Taylor Swift's songs

I thought of this earlier today and thought maybe one or two people on here might find it amusing so here you go lol.

For context, you've got to know the lyrics to Cell Block Tango. (If you don't and you want to read on, here are the lyrics.) I will refer to each of the murderesses by both their character name AND the sound they make in the song: Pop (Liz), Six (Annie), Squish (June), Uh-uh (Hunyak), Cicero (Velma), and Lipschitz (Mona)

I am assigning the songs based on the vibe their story gives me. I am also challenging myself by excluding "No Body No Crime," since that would be a bit of a cop-out IMO.

I had fun putting this together! I hope someone else finds it interesting lol.

CW: discussion of murder, guns, blood, violence

POP/Liz: "Bejeweled" from Midnights

Liz says she kills her boyfriend because she came home from work in a bad mood and he was popping his gum too loud, which was a frequent habit of his. She was annoyed and told him to stop, but he didn't, so she shot him. This is, obviously, completely unhinged. It gives me "Bejeweled" vibes because of the lyrics "didn't notice you were walking all over my peace of mind" and "familiarity breeds contempt." Idk I just see a similar feeling of "you've gotten on my last nerve and I'm done with you" from both.

SIX/Annie: "Babe" from Red

Annie says she killed her boyfriend because he told her he was single, they got together and moved in, and then she found out he had multiple wives. So then she poisoned him. This gives me "Babe" vibes because it feels like she fell fast and hard and found out he wasn't the person she thought he was. This one is all about betrayal and feeling blindsided by infidelity and I think the song fits really well.

SQUISH/June: "Getaway Car" from reputation

June says she was making dinner when her husband burst through the door, screaming and accusing her of having an affair with the milkman. She then says he "ran into" her knife 10 times. We don't know for certain if his accusations against her are true; she doesn't let on either way. If he was screaming and raging, she could've thought she was in danger and acted in self-defense. My interpretation, though, is that she was cheating, and then killed him to keep him quiet. For this reason, I chose "Getaway Car," because the milkman was her own "Getaway Car" out of that relationship similar to how Taylor describes in the song.

Uh-Uh/The Hunyak: "Haunted" from Speak Now

Her story is SUPER sad. She's falsely accused of killing her husband, and then no one will listen to her because she can't speak English and properly advocate for herself. To me, this song captures some of the turmoil and grief she's feeling, both for herself and her husband. As the song says, "Come on, come on, don't leave me like this/I thought I had you figured out/Something's gone terribly wrong/You're all I wanted." And like, obviously, her husband didn't leave her here. But I think it portrays a similar feeling of dread and panic.

Cicero/Velma: "Better Than Revenge" from Speak Now

This was the first—and I'm pretty sure only—time Taylor addressed a woman with whom a boyfriend cheated or wronged her. I think it fits Velma's story very well. Velma and her sister did a traveling dance act, and Velma's husband traveled with them. One night, Velma caught them having sex, so she "blacked out" and killed them. Just look at the lyrics to "Better Than Revenge" and see what you think:

"She came along, got him alone, and let's hear the applause/She took him faster than you could say sabotage/I never saw it coming, nor would I have suspected it/I underestimated just who I was dealing with/She had to know the pain was beating on me like a drum/She underestimated just who she was stealing from."

Lipschitz/Mona: "I Knew You Were Trouble" from Red

Mona describes Al Lipschitz as being a sensitive artist. She says she fell deeply in love with him, but that he was trying to "find himself" and ended up cheating on her with multiple women. She's vague about how he died, but she does give us this pretty crazy line:

"I guess you can say we broke up because of artistic differences. He saw himself as alive... and I saw him dead"

Anyway, to be honest, part of what made me pick this song was picturing the music video: this suave, charming artist flirting with this girl and then leaving her because he's a "loner" and a "drifter." I think the story she tells goes well with the vibe of the song.

If you made it this far—thanks for reading!! 💛

#CW: discussion of murder #discussion of guns #mention of blood #mention of violence #chicago musical #roxie hart #velma kelly #cell block tango #taylor swift #musicals #broadway #musical theatre

[0-ink-zinc]

Writing Prompt #10

"Back again? Haven't we beat it into yet?" "Monsters like you aren't welcome here! Now get lost before we have to make you stain on the pavement, fucking piece of shit."

"Yes. I am a monster, by your definition. I'm happy to be so, especially if being 'human' means I'd be like you: hateful, pious, degrading, someone who equates privilege with worth. If that is human, I'd rather be ANYTHING else."

#writing prompt #writing practice #creative writing #creative writing prompt #writeblr #dailyprompt #daily writing prompt #dark prompts #dark academia prompts #monster prompt #fight prompts #hate prompt #mention of violence #cruelty prompt #uncomfortable prompt #daily prompts

[internetangel-official]

thinking about how hard it is to be an angel in a world like this. why can't anyone SEE how important and angelic I am??? how blind are they??? why can't I just take them out??? the world should belong to an angel like me. I am the only angel suited to save this horrible world, and I'll save it by purging all the evil! and then I can have a fairytale ending and me and my darlings can be happy together forever... I just want them to myself yknow? nobody else is worthy of me or my darlings! and I should be their favourite forever even after the sun explodes and humanity dies its inevitable death! ~

#🍬angelpilled #actually bpd #bpd thoughts #bpd #bpd feels #bpd fp #mention of death #mention of violence #mention of murder #its okay cus im just a girl #and an angel ~

[stopsayingthisaccountnameistakin]

i just made some new oc's!

Their names are Katie Did(left) and Katie Mundi(right). Did is and elephant shrew and Mundi is a coatimundi.

Ive technicaly been drawing these guys for a while but I never gave them names or personalitys until recently: )

Mundi is very sarcastic and quick to irritation. She often thinks that everyone is trying to ruin her life. (Aside from Did). She almost obsessively judges her peers but can't take any criticism about herself.

Did isn't naturally as enthusiastic as she acts, she just really needs people to see what she's doing or saying at all times. She lacks pretty much all empathy for other living things(aside from Mundi). She'll also change any of her opinions or value at the drop of a hat to appease Mundi(Did is practically obsessed with her).

Essentialy just two sucky gals who are friends because who else would be friends with them?

#my art #traditional art #my oc's #doodles #cartoon violence #mention of violence #They are incredibly fun to draw : )

[lackablazeical]

Would Nikey ever invite Usagi to the battle nexus to try and get rid of him?

Yes, he has! That's how Usagi discovered they were related/connected to BM, actually (Leo kept that info VERY lock and key).

Mikey tried to urge Usagi to see a show as a 'peace offering' and that he could get him a 'good view'. Mikey did not realize Leo was right behind him until Leo was forcibly dragged away from the ass whooping by Donnie and Usagi like an hour later LMAO.

Usagi was also really shaken that things just went from bad to worse because now he also knows *THE* BIG MAMA would be after his spine if she ever knew about him which is. Not a situation you wanna be in. Ever

#addams! tmnt au #rottmnt au #rottmnt mikey #mention of violence #leo rottmnt #addams! ella #addams! usagi

[dollygirl808]

This is just a lil excerpt from the first chapter of a story I'm writing rn, called A Monster Ensemble. It's not out anywhere yet or anything, just wanted to share.

It's not anywhere near to being done yet, but. Yeah. I liked the kinda yandere vibes Bear (horror sans) was giving in this, so I wanted to share it. I may or may not have been influenced by a song I discovered recently that I love called the red means I love you, it's honestly so good and I love yandere vibe songs and yandere vibes in general.

(Lowkey wanna write a song fic but it's in the am's and I was supposed to go to sleep hours ago)

While the story isn't planned on being yandere, Bear will def have massive stalker/obsession vibes. But everyone else not as much, probably.

I adore yandere bois so much so it'll probably leak through more than I intend to. And Bear is super duper capable of killing ppl, and of course has, given his past.

And, do I have a size thing? Maybe.. he's only like. 10ft tall. And I only mention it like no less than 10,000 times.

Okie enjoy <3

Bear watched his tiny bunny from the other isle, his massive hulking frame easily seeing over the shelves even with his more hunched posture, his one good eyelight trained on her like, well, a predator.

That's what he was, wasn't he? A killer at his core, a vicious monster who could easily rip her flesh right from her bones, then break said bones with only two fingers. The tip of his lengthy bone tail twitched in aggravation at the thought, he didn't want to hurt anybody, especially not her.

His soulbond.

He was glad his brother wasn't here to chastise him for watching the girl from across the store like a creeper, because he really, really couldn't help it. She just looked so soft and fragile all the time.

Her little brown tail, a little heart-shaped fluff against the top of her ass, so small and cute. Above what was, of course, his favorite part of her squishy body; her rather round and thick thighs.

They squished together and against eachother as she adjusted her standing position, one leg barely lifting off the ground to tap her foot against the floor as she thought, the rapid motion making her plush thigh jiggle.

His slit-like pupil zeroed in on the movement for a moment, before his eyelight wandered the exposed length of her thighs and legs, racking over every curve of of flesh like he didn't see her in her work uniform often.

A light grey pair of denim overalls that hugged the curves of her ass and thighs perfectly, and was starting to fray in between her thick thighs.

Sometimes he wondered how her tiny fragile bones didn't collapse under her own weight.

Human bones just so small compared to his own, after all, and even though he was a twisted, corrupted version of his smaller self, even their bones were thicker and sturdier than humans.

Which of course, was an opinion he would never dare voice.

Eve was sensitive about her weight, after all. Which, he didn't really understand himself. What could be bad about having a lot to eat? It's a sentiment all of his clan had, a shared confusion at human's want to eat less and diet when they had access to all of the food.

Heh. Humans were weird like that.

One day, He thought, I'll be catching prey for you, my bonded. And Paps'll cook it, and she'll eat it, and he'll be the happiest monster on the earth, surface or otherwise.

He smiled lopsidedly, single hot-red eyelight going fuzzy and his cat-like slit of a pupil engorging until there was nothing but a ring of red on the outskirts of his love-strucken socket as he watched his little bunny fus over how many pots to buy for her future catnip plants.

Stars, she was so cute when she was trying to make a decision on something so impossibly mundane like it was the single-most important decision in her life, he could feel his cracked soul flutter happily, and call to her without meaning to.

And that's when she turned around, cute little eyebrows pinched in confusion at the tugging she felt in her chest (from her soul, but she didn't know that yet,) And her vibrant bubblegum pink eyes met his single eyelight, which immediately snapped back to its normal slit-like state.

He straightened his spine, head and shoulders rising above the top of the 7ft shelf, and her eyes followed, watching him dwarf the shelf with his massive 10ft frame with what could only be described as morbid fascinating.

She smiled warmly at him, welcomingly. And a twinkle of something more caught his attention in her expression. Something Bear easily recognized as lust.

Even if it was just a small amount of misplaced curiosity, whenever he displayed or did something to accentuate his overwhelming height and mass, she always got this look of want across her cute rounded features.

Like she was thinking about climbing him like a jungle gym, and that look pleased him greatly, so he made sure to stand tall and loom over her whenever possible.

So, maybe the bunny had a bit of a size kink? Little prey, lusting after a monster like him. It made him chuckle silently to himself.

Like a mouse watching a bear, the mouse couldn't possibly understand the danger she was in, and because a bear would never bother chasing after or catching prey as un-filling as a mouse, the mouse had no instincts to run. And the bear simply wouldn't be bothered by it just sitting there, as completely non-threatening and miniscule as it was.

Of course, this particular Bear had great interest in catching the little prey that was too caught up in his unsual and rare appearance to be fearful, and he would take great pleasure in playing a game of cat and mouse, chase her like prey, and when he caught her, he'd absolutely devour her without hesitation-

"Hey, Bear! Getting more plants for your garden of eden?" Eve asked with a teasing smile, and he blinked a few times as he processed her question.

"Yeah," Was all he managed to force out, but she didn't mind, and she just smiled bigger at him, her eyes nearly closing from the sheer intensity of it.

It made his soul flutter again, and also call out to her again, stronger this time. She made no outwardly acknowledgment of the feeling, aside from her left ear and her nose twitching at the same time.

Which, he found absolutely adorable and his pupil started to swell again with mirth, before shrinking back. "What.. ya doing?" Bear asked, as If he hadn't been stalking watching her for the past 30 minutes.

"Oh, I'm trying to decide how many pots will fit on my windowsill." She said, thumbing behind her to the brownish-tan pots on the top shelf.

Which were well out of her reach, and he thought about how he could offer to get them for her, and she'd be very thankful. His eyelight glowed momentarily with excitement at the thought.

So, he started walking to her isle, long, thick legs bent at impossibly inhuman angles making quick work to get rid of the distance.

Legs that were apparently 'digitigrade,' she had once told him when he asked if his appearance really didn't bother her.

"What? Of course not, Bear!" She had balked, tone offended, almost angrily so, as if she could ever thing something so horrible. "You look fine! I think having a super long, prehensile tail is pretty damn cool. And your legs are like, digitigrade! And your clawed feet remind me of a dragons, which are super duper cool, by the way."

That really wasn't the answer he had been expecting. "Pretty damn cool" was not an sentence he would have ever used to describe himself before that. But it made him so happy at the time.

"Heh... think so?" He had asked, tusks stretched wide in a pleased grin, eyelight trained on her so intensely it made her little bunny-heart race, and she had pouted at him and asked if he was just fishing for compliments.

He wasn't, but the angry stomp and huff she let out was too adorable to correct, so he agreed.

If he could still teleport at will, he probably wouldn't bother walking so he could be close to her sooner. But alas, he had lost that ability due to the incident, or more specifically, the massive hole in his skull.

Eve turned and contemplated the pots again, brown fluffy ears rotated fully forward in pure concentration.

Bear stopped next to her, body facing the isle, but eyelight watching her think. His tail came to wrap loosely around her boot-covered ankle, something he did often, and she didn't even spare him and ear twitch in his direction.

So, unafraid. A pleased smirk tugged at the sides of his tusked mouth, watching her be so comfortable next to him that she didn't even twitch at him wrapping her ankle up in his deceptively strong tail.

Stars, if he could be any happier his soul would probably leap from his chest and try to enter hers. He wondered if she would accept that.

"Three," Bear said simply, grufly, his deeper-than-normal voice a product of his harsh time underground. Just another corrupted deviation from the original Sans that made him so...

"You think?" Eve asked, looking up at him as her ears relaxed more to the side and her head tilted ever-so slightly to the side as well.

He only nodded, already reaching above her head to grab three of the pots and hand them off to his tail, gently curling into and around the small plant plots before setting them on the bottom shelf of her cart.

She huffed out an air of amusement from her nose, rolling her eyes, trying and failing to suppress her smile.

"Thank you, Bear," Eve said genuinely, setting a small hand on his radius, one of the two thick bones that made up his 'forearm.'

"No," He paused for longer than he ment, brain suddenly forgetting the word, but she didn't frown at him, or try to rush or finish his sentence for him, just waited and looked up at him with that gentle, patient smile is that nearly made him forget what he wanted to say.

"No, problem," Bear finished after a moment of staring at her face.

"Well, that's the last thing I needed. What are you shopping for? I could help you. Although, I dont know how helpful I could be given my apparent Black thumb," Eve rambled a little, and he couldn't help but find that adorable as well.

"Flowers," He told her, and she nodded.

"Something colorful for spring?" She offered, and he nodded, "Want me to walk with you?"

"Please," He said, and offered his arm, which she took without hesitation.

He smiled, and his tail let go of her to wave behind him happily as he grabbed the cart's handle with both of his massive hands, taking up all of the bar space.

So she was left to fiddle with the edges of her overalls pant leg while her other hand wrapped around Bear's blue jacket sleeve and they walked side-by-side, mostly silent.

Eve would occasionally make a comment about a particularly vibrant or pretty flower, and he would just nod along, or grab it and put it in his own cart, which he tugged behind him with his tail.

She tried to take her cart back a few times, but he just stood still while she tried to muscle her way, or pry his sharp claws off the bar, with zero luck.

She gave up after a few times and let him pull and push both carts, but made sure to express she could handle her own cart.

Bear bent down to grab the largest size of garden soil they had, a massive bag the size of Eve's chest. He picked it up with one hand, setting it in his cart without trouble.

The bunny tried not to gape at his strength too much, but she probably wouldn't even be able to pick up something that heavy, and he did it easily, single-handedly. It was hard not to be impressed.

"So, what kind of flowers are you looking for?" She asked, turning to face him as her free hand continued stroking the petals of a particularly soft plant.

"Looking for pretty," He said while staring down at her so intensely it made her look away.

He had to be doing that on purpose, right?! Neck bent completely so his skull was parallel to the top of her head, and he was looming over her, literally blocking out the bright lights above them and casting her face in a shadow as she tilted her own head fully back to look up at him.

It wasn't threatening in any way, but, fuck, it was really, stupidly hot. Did Bear even have the ability to think about doing something like that? Or was his habit of staring at her silently, so intensely her face flushed, because of his injury? He stared, seemingly expressionless to onlookers but she had gotten used to his subtle body language.

Most of it was with his eyelight and his tail, anyways. His tail would wave back and forth when he was happy, and sometimes even thump on the ground, bump into things or knock things onto the ground. The tip would twitch when he was mildly annoyed, and his entire tail would lash back and forth in a whip-like motion when he was pissed, which wasn't often.

His general cat-like slit in the center of his white-to-red gradient eyelight would grow rounded when he was particularly happy or content, or he saw something he really liked, like after a meal, or when she did something he found particularly cute. It would shrink to be skinnier and longer when he was angry, and it would become football shaped when he was concentrating, get shorter and rounder.

"A-are you looking for a particular color, Bear? Like blues, purples, pinks?" Eve asked, stuttering only a little at the beginning.

The monster stopped leaning over her, sitting back further and making himself a little smaller. "Pink. Pretty pink." He said simply.

"Pink is a great springtime color!" She squeaked out, and tried not to think about how he was grabbing lots of flowers with petals that matched the shade of pink in her eyes. It was just a coincidence, pink was a spring color, after all.

#a monster ensemble #Bunny OC Eve #bunny oc #original female character #undertale #horrotale #horror!sans #fanfic #fanfic writing #oc story #story excerpt #yandere #yandere vibes #stalker vibes #obsessed with a fictional man #obsession #obsession vibes #size difference #10ft tall monster #mention of violence #Bear (Horor!Sans) #height difference

[teddybasmanov]

By the way, I'm watching the new ZSaku guy now. And suffice to say he made me google O-kesa to see if I remembered correctly (I did).

#zsakuva #mention of violence #for the record it's - a diagonal cut from shoulder to opposite hip - that opens a person up like a bloody book #this pitiful worm dares talk to me about undoing the class system - good luck with your revolution from the high up - that always went well

[fanfictionhyperfixation]

Forgotten Starlight (Eris Vanserra x OFC) Part Two

TW: mention of violence, mention of blood, mention of kidnap, mention of imprisonment, death

***

She was sure she would have fallen had Eris not held her so firmly. Rowena quickly released Eris once she was sure of her footing and looked around her. The smell of apples and crisp leaves entered her senses and her heart calmed instantly as the moon began to crest over the trees. Autumn had always been her favourite time of year. She loved it especially when the moon was bright.

“We shouldn’t linger. I’d like to keep you hidden for as long as I can.”

Rowena froze and her heart started beating so fast she thought it might burst. She shook her head furiously and backed away, leaves crunching beneath her bare feat. Eris looked at her with confusion as he saw panic take over her entire body.

“No.” Rowena said quietly, her wings flaring.

Eris took a step towards her.

“You are not locking me up,” Rowena began to let her strings of power gather in her hands. “I will not be made prisoner for another lifetime!”

Eris went numb at her words before white hot anger exploded in his veins.

“What?” he said with deadly calm.

“I will not be held prisoner in another court! I was taken by Tamlin and locked in a room for a hundred years only for Amarantha to do the same for another fifty. You will not do the same. I won’t let you.” Rowena seethed as light shot from her hands and straight towards Eris. The impact sent him reeling backwards. His amber eyes widened in shock as he stared up at Rowena. She had knocked him on his ass. His brain could hardly wrap around the fact that a weakened fae had bested him before his eye was met with the impossible. 

Rowena was glowing.

The moon had risen above the red and golden trees of the Autumn Court forest and Rowena stood in the elongating rays of the full moon. And she was glowing. All fae had a certain glow about them. Eris always dismissed it as something to do with their immortality. But Rowena … Rowena was something else and Eris was entranced. She glowed like the thousands of stars which burned in the sky. 

Eris’ eyes flickered to her hands which glowed brighter than any other part of her.

“Rowena. I’m not going to trap you. I just don’t want my brother or father to see you before I can explain. They certainly can’t know about your powers.” Eris said carefully as he stood up. Rowena’s hands dimmed.

She looked down at her hands and her violet eyes widened as she finally noticed what was happening. She took stuttering steps backward as though she was afraid of her own body. This had never happened before. The longer she stayed in the moonlight, she felt the effects of the wards and the ash leaving her body. It was like the moonlight was burnin it away. She looked up and as her eyes locked on the great silver moon she heard singing ring through the air. A beautiful pure song that sounded so familiar. With a gasp she realised it was the lullaby she had sung through her window time and time again. It was the lullaby she sang in the heart of the mountain even though she couldn’t see the moon.

“Rowena.”

Eris’ voice startled her. He had moved closer and she hadn’t even noticed.

“We need to move, Rowena.”

She nodded numbly and slipped her hand into Eris’ without a second thought. She let him guide her through the forest and watched in fascination as the glow on her skin came and went as they darted between shadows and moonlight. Rowena bristled as she came face to face with a great oaken door.

“There’s no ash in here right?” she asked and pulled back on Eris’ hand. The red headed male shook his head.

“None of the rooms you will be in will have ash.”

“So there is ash in this house.” Rowena pushed. She had to know.

Eris paused. “Yes. Yes there is. In some of our weapons.”

Rowena took a breath.

“Okay.”

Eris pushed open the door with ease and kept a firm grip on her hand as they wound through the halls of the Forest House. She kept her eyes downcast, hiding her eyes with her mahogany red hair, and hoped that if anyone saw her walking with Eris they would just assume she was another member of the Autumn Court. She held her breath every time someone came close and spoke to Eris, praying they would ignore her. When Eris pushed through a set of double doors and they clicked behind her Rowena felt wards lock into place. She panicked as she felt the magic fall around her, but reminded herself of the promise Eris made. She stole a look at him and saw that his eyes were closed and his shoulders had relaxed.

“Eris?”

“Protection wards. You are not trapped here,” Eris breathed and walked further into the room. Rowena followed his movements around the room and quickly saw that they had walked into an antechamber which split off into other rooms, probably equally grand.

Where are you going? Rowena called out to Eris silently and he stilled. He spun on his heel and looked at her with amazement.

“You’re daemati?”

Rowena nodded and watched him with anticipation. Waiting to see his reaction.

Eris’ face melted into a feline grin, “That, little one, will be very useful. And I’m going to sleep. You’re welcome to join me.”

“Do you have a bath?”

Eris chuckled and waved his hand for Rowena to follow. She trailed after him and took her time to take in the wooden carvings and elaborate murals that painted the walls. She picked up on the sound of water running and the smell of cinnamon filled the air. She followed her nose and found Eris pouring soaps and salts into a large tub that was quickly filling with water.

“Why do you have such a large bath?” Rowena blurted out.

Eris chuckled, “Do you want the savoury answer? Or the real answer?”

Rowena felt her cheeks redden as her mind wandered with possible answers. “Both.”

Eris outright laughed and nodded. “The savoury answer would be that I just enjoy a soak. The real answer,” he fixed her with a daring and lust-filled look, “I enjoy a good soak.”

For the first time in years, Rowena laughed. She actually laughed.

“Thank you, Eris. For everything.”

Eris smiled softly and left the room. Rowena looked around the great bathroom and smiled. It was warm and comfortable and the steam rising from the bath looked delightful. The tepid baths she had taken in the Spring Court and under the mountain were in small metal tubs that she didn’t fit in, her wings hitting the sides. As she dipped her toes into the steaming water she groaned with relief, the water and heat immediately relaxing her body. As the water crested her shoulders she wondered if this was what true peace was like. She sat in the tub for hours, the water never getting cold. The only thing that would make the experience better would be if the small window in the bathroom was ten times larger. 

With regret, Rowena hauled her body from the bath and quickly dried herself. She was met with a new problem as soon as she saw her pooled dress in the corner of the room. Clutching the deep green towel to her chest, Rowena hesitantly opened the bathroom door and tried to find Eris. She quietly made her way to different rooms, each one empty except for furniture. She found an office, a sitting room, a library, and what looked like a woodworking room. She was beginning to wonder if Eris had wandered off when she opened one last door and saw Eris splayed out on a carved four poster bed that was bathed in deep reds, greens, and oranges. The blankets looked so soft and plush that any sane fae would have drooled at the sight. But what held Rowena’s attention was Eris splayed out on the bed, shirtless with his bargain tattoo blazing across his ribcage, with one arm slung over his eyes. All that she had wanted to say disappeared from her mind and it suddenly became very clear that she was an of age fae that had never seen a male before in her life. She struggled to regain her thoughts and was saved from further embarrassing herself by Eris himself.

“Can I help you Rowena?”

“Clothes.” she choked. Her brain slowly started to work again.

Eris moved his arm and squinted in her direction. Rowena didn’t miss the way the scent in the room changed or that it was coming from both Eris and herself.

“Eris?”

Eris cleared his throat and shot up from the bed, “Right.”

He walked through yet another door and came out quickly holding a cream coloured shirt. 

“That won’t work.” she blurted out as Eris held out the cloth. She let her hands dance over the soft fabric and wished that it would fit. When Eris quirked his brow at her in question, Rowena flared her wings.

“Right,” Eris thought for a moment before a wicked grin broke out on his face. He practically dove for the bed and pulled up a soft looking purple blanket.

Rowena scoffed as he held it up to her. She said, “You can’t be serious.”

“Very.”

Rowena groaned and grabbed the blanket. Without warning she turned around, dropped the towel and wrapped the plum fabric around her body, crossing the edges over her body so she could tie the corners behind her neck. When she turned around she was faced with a stunned Eris whose eyes were firmly rooted south. 

“You okay Eris?” Rowena teased and slipped around Eris, her eyes focused entirely on the bed before her. She lifted the covers and slipped in before Eris could so much as object. She closed her eyes and snuggled into the pillow, delighting in the warmly spiced scent that lingered on the pillows. A dark shadow fell over Rowena and she peaked one eye open to see Eris looming over her.

He planted his hands on his hips and stared down at her. She didn’t flinch.

“Normally females are invited to my bed, they don’t just jump in uninvited.”

Rowena sighed and brought the blanket closer to her chin, the heat she felt in her belly dimming as sleep took hold of her body. 

“I saw a really nice couch in one of the other rooms.”

Eris spluttered at her words but she didn’t bother listening to what else she had to say as a dreamless sleep called her.

#eris vanserra #eris vanserra fanfic #eris vanserra fanfiction #ACOTAR #slow burn #mention of violence #mention of imprisonment #mention of kidnap

[mrdrhenwardhykle]

If you're still doing that headcanon ask meme...Max Headroom?

Heck yeah!

Headcanon A:  realistic

((It's somewhat supported by the show, but I don't always go by the show)) Max pretty much thinks of everything and everyone as a television program, advertisement, series, merch, etc. This has somewhat caused him to start rivalries with random people, as he's afraid of anything overtopping him. However, because of this, he's not actually taking it personally and treats said rival as a longtime friend nonetheless.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

Max bases his morality around the cola wars. I have no idea if I should elaborate; but say if you're allies, friends, or incredibly close to him and admit you like Pepsi, he'll literally stop talking to you and sabotage your every move.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

Because his name derives from the last thing he saw before the accident, he has nightmares/moments that repeat or reference the accident. ex: sometimes his shows will display the perspective of a man barreling into a sign while screaming bloody murder, the top of his head begins to bleed static, and he might change up conversations when motorcycles, Edison Carter, blipverts, or bounty hunters get mentioned. But really, he isn't that aware of it; and it comes off more subconsciously.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

Okay. Here's the thing; you literally cannot have the 'Jekyll and Hyde' parallel, and have them as separate people, working on the same side of good, in the same room. In my head, Edison's whereabouts are somewhat ambiguous, as nobody is quite sure if he survived the accident or where he is now. Also, pre-show canon displays time-from-time that Edison and Max aren't aware of each other, so I also go by that (source; literally the '20 Minutes into the future' short film, and a interview commercial/bumper for Max's talk show) (I think that's what it was?)

Okay, hope that didn't disappoint. Thanks for asking, anon!

#mention of violence #anon ask #max headroom #headcanon asks #slight tw #ptsd tw #asks open

[rexxles]

Fight Me!

As I didn't have time to participate in Flash Fiction Friday the last two weeks and am still unsure about tomorrow, I decided to use a previous prompt by @flashfictionfridayofficial for a short fanfic.

Fandom: MCU/Marvel Pairing: Loki x Reader Rating: Teen and up (mention of violence and blood, not graphic) Word count: 643

“Fight me!”, Loki screamed and looked up at you. His pupils were blown, his features screwed up in disgust. The hate for you was evident on his face and broke your heart a little more.

You shook your head and felt a single tear running down your cheek. He had loathed you for years being envious of everything: your powers which you controlled so easily, your friendship with Thor which was as strong as if you were his sister, your popularity amongst other Asgardians even though you were just a low-born magician and not a glorious prince like him.

The first time he called you his enemy, you were barely eight years old. You had demonstrated a powerful levitation spell in front of the King and Queen. He, on the other hand, still struggled with lifting a small leaf a few inches from the ground. The same day, Loki started playing tricks on you. In the beginning, they were innocent, a bit annoying but not as bad as they developed to be over the years. Without prior warning, his whole demeanour changed though. His jokes turned cruel. From one day to the next, you couldn’t go anywhere inside or outside the palace alone without fearing that a curse would hit you. He never dangerously hurt you but unpleasant things happened: strangely coloured hair, clothes that suddenly were four sizes too big and headaches that stayed for a week or two. You got used to using counter courses with every step you took and learned to be aware of all the little changes in your surroundings. You hated Loki for playing these tricks if you even could call them “tricks” anymore. Yet, there was a tiny part of you that enjoyed the attention he gave you that way. This was the only attention he paid you recently, as from one day to the next he stopped talking to you – not even starting or taking part in arguments - and refused to stay in the same room if not necessary.

You knew he hated you, but still, he had never openly attacked you till today. He had jumped you in an empty corridor after the spring feast, pushed you against a wall, hand around your neck and snarled insults you couldn’t properly understand. He wasn’t fully himself that was clear. His face was flushed and the smell radiating from him told you he was drunk. So, it wasn’t all too difficult to throw him off you. He stumbled and you easily caught him with your magic. He struggled to try to break your spells, but he couldn’t focus properly and failed miserably landing on the floor in front of you. There he lay bound down by your magic, helpless, breathing heavily and glaring up at you.

“Don’t be a coward. Fucking fight me already!”, he spat again, and again you shook your head. You couldn’t hurt him. Not when he was unable to use his powers properly. Not when he was out to hurt or kill you. Never.

Having stared at him for what felt like ages, you let loose of the spell and held out a hand. Hesitantly, he reached out and let you pull him up. You wanted to say something, and finally have the conversation that was long overdue. The words that were supposed to leave your lips however turned into a pained gasp. Stunned, you looked down at your body seeing the golden hilt of a dagger embedded into your stomach. You could feel warm blood dripping down and a sharp pain spreading through your abdomen. Your head snapped upwards mustering the young man standing in front of you. Your eyes found Loki’s who looked as surprised as you felt, frozen in place and his face going pale.

“Why?”, you mumbled before your legs gave out and everything around you went black.

I might add a second chapter here in the future.

#previous flash fiction friday #fanfiction #marvel fic #loki fanfic #loki x reader #mention of violence #mention of blood #mention of alcohol use #rexxles writes #rexxles writes fanfiction

[unimportantweirdo]

⚠️TW⚠️

had the wrong reaction to someone i know being 15ft away from getting shot and i know that but also i don't care and i don't know if i should be worried

#context time #this is the guy that wouldn't leave me alone #that i did spells to get rid of #and he left me alone for 3 glorious months #and then messaged me a couple days ago #anyway #he sent me a message this morning like 'i was 15 feet away from getting shot today' #and i had. no reaction. #like i messaged him back like 'yikes what happened' #but also i? dont care? #that feels like it should feel fucked up #but also sometimes the lack of empathy to some people hits hard #i guess someone help me? am i very fucked in the head or is this... okay? #tw #trigger warning #mention of violence

[shisui-uchiha-anon]

❛  Shisui? stay with me! don’t fall asleep!  ❜

Easier said than done. He felt heavy, darkness persistent attacking the edges of his vision. He must be injured severely, to feel like this. So numb, so cold, and sleepy. Blood loss must be that he could not focus. Kagami was just a blurry image, no matter how many times he would blink.

"Help me lift a little" He could hot feel anything under his waistline. His legs dragged on like two dead pieces of wood. And he could observe his own body cut open, without pain or suffering. It was like looking at someone else's body. A deep cut almost exposed his entrails. A little higher and Shisi was sure that he would be able to see his own heart beating, drawing its last breath.

A scimitar, now he remebers. His opponent had a long slender curved blade. His swing was fast and the cut rendered Shisui almost the same second helpless. Kagami had not much choice, he could stitch Shisui and burn wounds after. But the blood loss...

Abruptly Shisui laughed, "Now I remember. I killed him, but to do it. I let myself open, a suicidal mission. Do what you have to, father, I feel no pain anymore. And I doubt that I will stay awake much longer...

#asks #thank you for the ask wifey #<3 #kagami uchiha #shisui uchiha #mention of blood #injures #mention of killing #mention of violence

[ambivalence-and-torpor]

I will absolutely not. Your temper tantrum isn't scaring me at all! He doesn't belong to you and I think you're painfully aware he isn't either... and why does it even matter? You've had other muses before. Why is suddenly one man being taken away change anything? Besides- it's not me who you need to stop. Who knows anyways, you could already be too late.

CC: You... CC: You filthy lit-téll... CC: Ai weehl tair you limb from limb, slowly! Ai wént to 'air evairy scream, see ze fair een yur eyés!

He's snarling very angrily.

CC: Navika eez mine and mine alone! CC: Nobody gets to tak 'im awai from me! CC: He eez mon musé! MINE!!!

He's really fucking angry right now. Almost rips the door out of its hinges as he storms off... Oh boy... this can't be good...

#yaebloom #Orvear #Fantroll #OC #ask #goldenguillotines #mention of violence

[inheartofwinter]

Written for @drarrymicrofic prompt Blood. I intended to write only around 200 words but ended up with 536 words. Wonder if this is a bit too long to call it a microfic. Or should it be a drabble? This is the first time I wrote a microfic so I honestly don't know.

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"I hate you," Draco whispered, squeezing the knife. Harry bit his lips to stop himself from hissing because of the pain.

"You always act as if you're above me, as if I was just a fly that wasn't even worth chancing a glance," Draco continued in a monotone.

He pulled the knife out and stabbed at Harry's stomach again. This time, Harry couldn't help but let out a cry of agony. Draco didn't seem to notice though, his eyes unseeing while his hands going on with the motion. Harry wondered if Draco even see him right now.

"No matter what I do, you always beat me. Quidditch, duelling, fame... Everything."

Harry tried to breath, but his lung just refused to cooperate. His throat was on fire while his forehead wouldn't stop sweating.

"I try to humiliate you, and yet it's always me who is humiliated."

Draco suddenly stopped as if a puppet with its strings cut off. His eyes moved to focus on Harry with an intensity that reminded Harry of a judge toward an accused right before announcing his sentence.

"You took away everything belongs to me. My parents, my friends, my house, my reputation. My life."

A laugh wrenched itself out of Harry's throat. It's ridiculous. It's not because of Harry that Draco lose those things. Draco was the one who threw his life away. Harry's sure Draco also knew it.

Draco slapped him. Harry just laughed louder. After a second, Draco started laughing as well. Until he stopped again.

"And you saved my life."

Draco leant in, hands cupping Harry's face. His expression was impossibly soft. Harry thought he saw Draco smiled, but he couldn't be sure because his vision had started fading.

"And I'm fucking in love with you."

Draco kissed him. Harry kissed him back, fiercely. Their tongues tangled with each other, dancing and fighting for dominance. Somehow, the iron-like taste of blood in his mouth only made Harry more wild. If only he hadn't been bleeding too much, maybe he would have had a semi-hard by now.

When they broke the kiss, Draco stared at him with his huge grey eyes, hands clutching Harry's shirt. His face was a picture of misery. Harry found himself like it.

"You know it only makes me hate you even more, right?"

Harry laughed, a short, sharp, out of breath laugh, and nodded.

"Love you, too." He said, putting all of the strength left in his body in his right hand to touch Draco's cheek.

His hand left a red streak on Draco's pale cheek. The contradiction between the two colors was so mesmerizing that Harry thought he could stare at it for hours. Not that he wouldn't stare at Draco's normal face for hours. Or days, or years. Decades even. That was, if he had had more time.

Draco covered Harry's hand with his own and smiled. A dark red line started running down from between Draco's closed lips. Draco's body finally gave up and he fell down on Harry. Harry dragged his arm around Draco's waist, holding him in an embrace.

The last thing on Harry's mind before the world blacked out was in that moment, his Draco looked like an angel.

#drarry #drarry microfic #blood #love #romance #angst #toxic relationship #mention of violence