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petty-d4bblr · 2 months
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John Constantine on the run in buses
Legends of Tomorrow, 5x12 "I am Legends"
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Hellblazer: Dead In America (2023, Spurrier & Campbell), issue 1
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gideonisms · 3 months
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One beer harrow in the club making prophetic pronouncements of doom and despair
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Okay I have to request this one-
Hero falling in love with villain and them using hero to get revenge on somebody. Superhero maybe or hero's agency In general idc--
Pls write this one <3 thank you in advance
“I know what you’re doing,” the hero hummed, breath tickling the villain’s ear. They balanced their weight on the villain’s hips as they followed a line down their enemy’s neck with the tip of their nose.
Feeling the shaky breath their lover let out and feeling the racing pulse under their skin, the hero had to grin. Sharklike.
The intimacy of the whole scene made the little hairs on the hero’s back lift. Still hands on their waist, the villain’s grip was more hesitant, more calculated which wasn’t that surprising considering the nature of the both of them. A secret-ridden relationship was better than none, the hero had thought. They knew what they were getting themselves into, knew what the villain was capable of. What the consequences would be. So, they weren’t surprised, not at all, when they’d found out about the villain’s motive.
Unfortunately, they had two problems. For one, they actually were in love with their nemesis. Feelings had developed naturally, cruelly. The second being that in any other position, the possibility of the villain snapping their neck was too high to have this conversation.
In any other position. Not this one. Not when the hero was straddling them with one hand around their throat. Not when they were as vulnerable, as exposed as this.
The villain was scary. Terrifying.
Killing when necessary came easy to them. They did it without hesitation, without batting an eye.
“I hope it’s working,” the hero whispered against their skin sweetly.
However, the hero had learnt throughout these months about the villain’s weaknesses. Not actively searching for it had made it even easier to recognise them.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the villain said. The hero couldn’t look into their eyes — they were much too occupied with rubbing their cheek into the villain’s sensitive neck — but they knew they’d see panic in them if they looked up.
Trying to get back some of the control the villain loved so much, they changed the position of their hands. Gliding down to the hero’s hips.
“Oh, come on.” Meant as a distraction, the hero bit into the villain’s shoulder hard enough to leave bruises. What they hadn’t expected was the villain moaning. The vibration from their larynx vellicated the palm of the hero’s palm as their fingers continued to squeeze lightly. “I’m in love, not dumb.”
“Fuck, baby—” The tension in their muscles decreased.
The hero had anticipated a mean fight till death but their nemesis found pleasure in this. At that, the hero’s eyes widened, seeing the opportunity right in front of, no, under them. A chill ran down their spine.
In this exact moment, they had so much power. So much power.
“Such a heartless creature,” the hero whispered, squeezing their throat a bit more. For good measure. “I admire the dedication, though. You didn’t need to buy me flowers every week.”
The villain gasped for air but they didn’t seem desperate.
“Was it your plan to throw me away after? Like a broken toy?” They let go of the villain’s throat and instead caught their jaw, nails digging into it as they pushed their chin towards the ceiling. They started kissing the villain’s throat roughly, sloppily, biting whenever they could.
The villain could only whimper, trying to rock their hips against the hero’s. But the hero wasn’t planning on giving them anything to control.
“Apologise.”
“’m sorry—” they said immediately, completely out of breath.
“You’re what?”
“I’m sorry—” The villain’s voice was cracking, maybe even a bit hoarse. “Sorry I used you in the beginning…had to— fuck — get intel…really love you, babe…”
The hero stopped their cruel conquest and sat up. They stared at the villain.
“I love you too,” they said. “And if one day we’re not in love anymore, we’ll break up. But remember this.”
Once again the hero hovered over their villain’s face with their own again.
“If you decide to betray me again, I will kill you. And I promise, it won’t be this pretty.”
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kodaibara · 1 year
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So I kinda got possessed today in between naps, like legit possessed, and apparently drew this. I woke up without remembering doing all that, but boom there he was, the most terrifying Pat Butcher I’ve ever seen.
I kinda had to guess what context possessed me wanted to go with this drawing so i just went with the imo most terrifying Pat scene in canon, the dip it scene…
Please blame my friends for making me post this, i swear this tumblr was supposed to be for my nice artwork, and not the one i drew possessed by some weird art demons.
And also happy belated death day Pat, I swear I would have drawn you something nicer
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essektheylyss · 2 months
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I will be honest, every time I'm reminded that people in grad school take notes on lectures and readings I have to stop and buffer for a moment to process it. Not because I think that they shouldn't, to be clear, like that is absolutely the responsible approach, I am just so fundamentally incapable of taking notes that I forget it's a thing that the majority of people do.
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s0fter-sin · 3 months
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sometimes i think about how much of a waste it was to just have cas ignoring sam’s prayers in s6 instead of him actually not being able to hear him bc he was soulless and his prayers didn’t work
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mourningmaybells · 5 months
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This game used the audio recordings of Anneliese Michel? It has a girl’s slow death under negligence because of her epilepsy and psychosis (using the brain scans to debunk it makes no sense it was the 70s and even doctors, their machines, and their medicine were ill-equipped. The "proof" was her acting strange around religious iconography, having different personalities, and eating bugs and urine. Nothing as supernatural as 'speaking in different tongues' occurred and her parents were deeply catholic so they're inclined to believe it's the devil. If you look at the dates, it coincides with the rise of the satanic panic.)
So, Airdorf mixed it into a video game boss battle. Yeah I’m not fucking with this game anymore what a sick joke.
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rakiah · 7 months
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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Twisted-Wonderland (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Leona Kingscholar/Vil Schoenheit, Falena Kingscholar & Leona Kingscholar, Leona & His Family Characters: Leona Kingscholar, Vil Schoenheit, Falena Kingscholar, Falena Kingscholar's Wife, Cheka Kingscholar, Kifaji (Twisted-Wonderland) Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Aged-Up Character(s), Minor Character Death (Leona's Father), Leona working on his insecurities, Domestic Fluff, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Just because I don't want to spoil you with the tags 
Summary:
Leona thought his life had finally become gratifying. An endearing relationship with his crush from high school, incoming career in Ancient Magic research, all of this away from his family. Until his father died. Leaving behind his last wish for his son.
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Remember this one? WELL IT BEGINS. 
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mhmmaybe · 5 hours
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HahahahahaHAHAHAAHAAHHHHH
I'm thinking evil thoughts again....
You know those MLP infection aus?......HAAAAAAAAAAA DAVID'S GONNA FUCKING GET IIIITTTT
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ellaspore · 2 years
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So I have been thinking about the hows and the whys Vegas is essentially a complete new being, a reshaped one after the safe-house arc. And the answer to this lies in the way Pete completely shattered whatever certainty Vegas had in both the emotional and physical sense, in his sense of identity and in his view of sex. There is not one part of Vegas that is not touched by Pete, body and mind, everything belongs.
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Because I still think about the conversation they had about their fathers and Kinn in episode 11 and how it would feel to have your world shifted on its axis and rearranged and made new. How for his whole life he has held himself to this impossible standard, to this idea that he needs to be the best to earn his father’s love, he needs to beat Kinn, and the constant sense of comparison eating him whole. And Vegas shaped himself as a weapon as a means of his father’s will and how all he does is just to get this love, just to not feel hurt. And his drive in life, his ambitions have always been guided and his worldview based on this. By the belief that if he can succeed just this once, he could get the love. And always trying to get what Kinn has with deception and manipulation. But being chosen this way only results in a bitter aftertaste in his mouth. And then, in an everyday conversation, we have Pete offering salvation and understanding. The same Pete, who has been subjected to his worst violent urges, to the degradation, goes and says “Why do you have to compare?” And so Vegas is suddenly just Vegas, not the minor family heir, not the one always losing to Kinn and the difference here is not being chosen over Kinn but not being held to comparison. And isn't that a treasure and something nobody else could ever have given him? and “They don't beat us because we suck. They beat us because they themselves suck.” And this notion would never have entered his brain before, it wasn’t even an option and suddenly to be told that. It would feel like he got a religious revelation. And so all his past would be reconsidered, every interaction, every slur, every beating. Any thoughts moving forward would be illuminated by this, a black and white world suddenly plunged into colors. All of this accepted because Pete has gone through the same, he is the same and so he understands, and Vegas can feel secure in being vulnerable, in letting himself be soft and bare his soul. And so his mind is suddenly invaded by Pete, conquered little by little and gladly surrendered. Because Vegas is always like a storm, always raging, always moving, always always never stopping. And Pete is like a haven, the calm in the tempest of his mind.
And then after that, I think about them having sex Because you really cannot separate that scene from what happened before and its significance Because the reverence and care Vegas shows are a direct consequence of being chosen and it could never be anybody else but Pete. Just Pete, because Pete doesn’t want anything and Vegas is only Vegas in his eyes And I think of Pete handing himself over willingly and completely, no question asked, no holds barred. And Vegas being handed that trust when he never was before, being trusted completely after having done his worst, not because of manipulation or coercion And how humbling and a head rush it would be the feeling of being seen and being accepted And the kind of reverence it would inspire and the need to be what Pete needs Vegas knowing he is the only one capable of both hurt and pleasure and tethering on the edge of it all And just how it would get him so deep inside seeing the bliss and knowing it's all thanks to him, he did it but he doesn’t need to be soft, he can be as hard as he wants but for Pete, he yearns to reach that middle ground where pain and pleasure meet and knowing he is the only one that can really give Pete this. And feeling the love and the warmth and the trust and the acceptance
And just how the need to conquer and to mark and put his imprint all over Pete would arise because Vegas just needs for him to be his, his and no one else’s. Because nobody understands the treasure he has found and he can't let others take him away It's his and he chose to stay It's his and so Let me enter your bloodstream and your mind let me conquer all of it Let me venerate you and make you unholy and mine
And we all know, previously, Vegas himself, his mind, sex, they were all tools, to be used as a weapon. But after this? There would be no coming back for him, no way to go back to the bustle of using sex as a tool. Because nothing would ever feel this way. The way bliss, love, acceptance and lust all intermingled together.
And how in the end when Pete looks at him with that smile on his face Vegas understands just how scary it all is, to find all he ever wanted and know what a danger he is to both Pete and himself and knowing just how much he can never be free of Pete because he sees his darkness reflected back on him and he finds it restful and satisfying and beautiful and he ends up wanting more and more and more
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And so I ask myself, at last, who consumed who exactly? Because there is not one part of Vegas that is not touched by Pete, body and mind, everything belongs. He became the prey in his own game because to own is to be owned
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petty-d4bblr · 2 months
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Yeah, I can get behind Rumplestiltskin being Cinderella's "fairy godfather". Only a dude would think up glass heels.
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anglerflsh · 2 years
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they should make a Christianity that doesn't leave you with paranoid delusions. Would be good for the economy
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vh-ras · 2 months
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drawing i did a few days ago for valentines day
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mothprincess · 4 months
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fr, watch out for pms symptoms. i’ll feel like a wretched demon and then realize that my period is in 4 days. otc pms pills have been enough for me (on top of my existing meds) but if u need prescription then that’s ok too
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defeateddetectives · 8 months
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[steps out of homura arc covered in blood]
no thoughts only them
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non-cannon · 4 months
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Sometimes I wish there was a Jewish equivalent of crossing yourself
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