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THE BLUE BUTTERFLY

Fandom: The Last Kingdom Pairing: Sihtric Kjartansson x Reader Settings: Season 2, episode 5 Summary: The summary sucks, but I'll try. After returning from Datchet, Sihtric spends some free time with you, and a group of blue butterflies catch your attention. Word Count: 4K (sorry-) Warnings: Fluff, missing moments, mention of word "whore". There are some minor spoilers from "The Lords of the North" book, so if you're planning on reading them I would advise against reading certain parts. A/N: After being a silent reader for a while and enjoying every exhistent fics on this character, I've decided to write one of my own. The inspiration comes from this post, and after weeks of venting on my terrible writing and fighting the urge of deleting everything, I wrote this! It came out different from what I had imagined, but I'm slightly satisfied. A special thanks to @sihtricfedaraaahvicius, the owner of the linked post, who gently passes me the whole passage from the book, and to @whitedarkmoonflower , @lord-aldhelm and @sylasthegrim for being my amazing beta readers and cheerleaders. I love you, really.

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. I APOLOGISE IN ADVANCE FOR MY GRAMMAR AND VOCABULARY MISTAKES.

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“She says she loves me, lord,” Sihtric told Uhtred in a quiet voice, careful not to raise it too much as they slipped into the forest in the middle of the night. 

The air grew cold and thick, the full moon rising brightly into the sky, its pale rays faintly illuminating the surroundings as they filtered through the thick bank of fog that enveloped the area like a heavy blanket. The silence of the night was occasionally broken by the chirping of crickets, the hooting of an owl and the sound of leaves and trampled wood. Felted footsteps crossed the woods, a sign that Uhtred and his men were quietly approaching the village of Datchet.

Everyone was silent and cautious, except Sihtric, who was strangely absent-minded and rather distracted, the thought of your gentle smile and soft touch staining his mind like a woodworm eating the pulp of wood.

"Of course she says that," Uhtred replied quickly, hoping that his disinterested answer would quell Sihtric's desire and return his focus to the mission. But it didn’t have the desired effect; on the contrary, it encouraged Sihtric to speak again.

“I swear. She says she loves me!” the Dane retorted, his voice slightly raised as if he had found the courage to defend his feelings against his Lord, to whom he had sworn his life and his sword, for the very first time.

“Sihtric, she’s a whore,” Uhtred said, a hint of irritation could be heard in his voice.

“No,” again, Sihtric raised his voice, which grew brighter as he continued. “She’s past that,” he added with a newfound confidence, words that were far from a lie.

Sihtric had never been loved, nor had he ever felt it, an emotion of which he knew only the name and little of the meaning. How could he ever have understood such a noble thing when he was born and raised in an environment where there was no love? When the only person willing to give him love had been taken from him by a father who wanted nothing to do with him?

He lived in Dunholm, a fortress that was more of a prison than a real home. Kjartan had never felt a shred of compassion for his bastard son: to him, Sihtric was nothing more than an expendable life, a useless existence to be thrown to the dogs, as he had done to his mother, had Tekil not pleaded for his life and taken him into his servitude.

Sihtric had felt his mental chains crumble on the day he offered his life and sword to Uhtred, and vanish on the day Kjartan died, shattered by the endless blows Ragnar had dealt him while taking Dunholm. But of all the emotions that overwhelmed him that day, the void, the emptiness that the absence of love had brought him was hard to assuage. A void that he tried to fill by paying women for pleasure, hoping that one of them would step forward and mend his wounded heart, feeling that love he was craving for almost all his life. And it was in one of his nights of seeking affection from women that he found you.

When you first approached him, he was completely overwhelmed by the way you carried yourself: your ethereal beauty, your soft voice, your long curls and your big, shining eyes, which drew him to you like a moth to a flame, made him wonder why a woman as beautiful as you had chosen this kind of work. The aura that surrounded you both attracted and intimidated him, and Sihtric thought he was looking at Freya herself instead of a mortal woman. 

You took him in your room and both made love that night, soon to be followed by many others, and each time it was the purest of experiences. His rough and trembling hands were soothing against your body while his lips explored every inch of it, savouring you with the utmost respect and devotion as he saw how surprisingly responsive your body was to his touch. Soft kisses and whispers of love parted as your naked forms joined as one, two seemingly different souls in a desperate search for each other, feeding on a love you both sought by others. You desperately clasped at each other when you both reached your high, the bliss of the act made you both dizzy and satisfied. 

Sihtric fell in love with you that night and already thought of you as his wife, and when on a cold winter's day a soft "I love you" escaped your lips while reaching your peak, the Dane warrior asked for your hand, tearing you away from the job that robbed you of the dignity you deserved.

“What she loves is your silver,” another voice, Finan, joined the conversation, and soon a chorus of jokes and laughter from the other warriors followed, mocking the naivety of the young Dane. But Sihtric was not to be deterred, and with the most serious expression his face could show, he looked at Uhtred and spoke again, his words echoing in the silence of the forest.

“I wish to marry her.” 

Again, Uhtred chose to ignore his words, making Sihtric’s impatience growing inside him. 

“Lord, the lady said…” 

"The lady said she loves you, but she seems to be making good use of all the silver I gave you." Uhtred blurted out, not raising his voice too much. He could not see him, but could feel Sihtric's jaw clenching and his eyes almost looking down at his feet, as if he had been caught in the act and was awaiting punishment. 

“I will help you find a wife,” he told the Dane in a lower voice, never looking over his shoulders, “For now, I wish you to kill Danes and survive the night.”

Then a piercing scream from some of the villagers broke the silence of the night. Finan, the first in line, raised his hand to signal a halt, and Uhtred, Sihtric and the other warriors followed. They spotted two Danes resting by a makeshift campfire behind them, and having successfully neutralised them, Uhtred ordered them to hide and wait, not to attack until they were given the order. Sihtric stood near a huge tree, his back pressed against the rough wood, clutching his weapons and fidgeting with the hilt of his sword as he felt the adrenaline of battle coursing through his veins. 

The night was long, and the threat was far from over, but he was indeed following his lord’s advice to survive the night.

Because he knew that after this battle, he would return home, and would find a safe place in your arms.

A new day dawned and winter quietly took its leave of the Saxon lands. The pale rays of the morning sun warmed the earth like an embrace, peeling away the layers of snow and allowing nature to be reborn, blooming with all its colourful vegetation and the intoxicating scent of plants and flowers. Even the animals awoke from hibernation and the warmth of the spring sun allowed them to roam freely in the wild, hunting to feed their young, exploring new places to settle or simply returning like the flock of birds in the sky. 

Spring came to Coccham too, and soon the village enthusiastically welcomed the arrival of the new cycle of life. And you celebrated it by sitting by the river, enjoying the warmth of spring, closing their eyes and feeling the wind dance around them, gently ruffling their long curls. The scent of the lake, a mixture of musk, wet wood and grass, filled your nostrils and you let out a long sigh as the bare skin of your feet dipped into the water. This was the time of day you free yourself from your chores and spend some time with your thoughts. 

When you first set foot in Coccham, you never felt the struggle to find a home of your own, as Sihtric insisted on welcoming you into his own house, which soon became your little love nest. Uhtred had not yet given you his blessing to marry, but in Sihtric's eyes you were already his lovely wife. He used to spend his silver at the village market, buying you all sorts of jewellery to adorn your pale skin and enhance your beauty. And when his silver ran out, he gave you his arm rings and spoils of war, a reward Uhtred gave him when he thought his services worthy. 

The time you spent together was sadly short, as his lord always managed to fill his days with arduous tasks or sending him out on patrol, but as evening fell and you waited for him to come home, he never failed to show you how empty his day was without you. You could read all the love and devotion he felt for you in his timid, mismatched eyes, looking at you like a goddess descended among mere mortals. His calloused hands would always find your soft cheeks, brushing your flesh and lower lips with his thumb before giving you a desperate kiss, feeding on your lips like a hungry predator after a lean day. 

And when there were evenings when Sihtric came home, haunted by the thought of leaving you behind while he was on the battlefield, he would sit by your side by the fire, his forehead pressed against yours as hot tears crossed his sharp face, and kiss every inch of your exposed skin as if it were the last thing he could do before reaching Valhalla. You would spend the night cuddling in bed, crying in each other's arms before sleep took you both, and you would wake in the morning with emptiness wrapped around your arms. 

Uhtred had left weeks ago, taking Sihtric and the rest of his warriors and sailing to Datchet to secure the Thames for King Alfred. You would usually spend your time in Gisela's company, helping her with the household chores and keeping an eye on her children. But the restless night you were facing had left you with a throbbing headache and a bad mood, and you didn't feel the need for human companionship as much as the immaterial one of your thoughts and emotions.

You had learned over time how stressful and heartbreaking it could be to live with a warrior,  and watch him slip silently from your embrace at the crack of dawn. Loneliness had become your silent companion during those long waits, leaving your heart bleeding with pain and your mind filled with imaginary thoughts that would eventually haunt you in your sleep, tossing and turning as false scenarios formed in your mind, your breath itching in your dreams as you saw Sihtric lying lifeless on the ground, no weapons in his hands in your worst nightmares. 

You were jolted from your thoughts by two strong arms wrapped around your waist and a soft gasp escaped your lips. Your bare feet came out of the water and were soon planted on the floor, and before you could react the same arms wrapped around your waist, enveloping your petite body in a warm embrace, your back pressed against a broad chest. 

Fear clouded your mind as you thought you were trapped under the clasp of a filthy man who wanted nothing from you but the pleasure your body could provide, but when you felt the man's head pressed against your shoulder, you shivered as you recognised the touch of his soft lips pressed against the side of your neck. 

"My love," the soft and familiar voice called to you in a sweet chant, soon loosening its grip to allow you to turn around. And it was then that you recognised him: his lean face and sharp jaw, decorated with scars that crossed his forehead and one of his cheekbones, his dark hair cut short at the sides and combed in three braids, the kohl liner around his eyes that seemed to harden a tender and watchful gaze, and that unmistakable tattoo that ran from one side of his head to his neck. All features that could only belong to Sihtric, the Dane warrior who stole your heart from the first moment he laid eyes on you. 

You jumped on him, wrapping your neck around your arms and pecking his face with small kisses. Your sudden move caused him to step back, struggling to find the balance and not fall ruinously to the ground.

“You are back!” you happily stated, stepping back a little to admire him. “And without a scratch!”

“I will always find a way back to you,” Sihtric spoke quietly, a small smile forming on his lips as he rested his forehead on yours, allowing his lungs to fill with your scent, a mixture of myrtle, rosemary and wild flowers. 

“I looked for you all over the village, I thought I would have found you there,” he continued, taking one of your hands and pressing his lips on your slender fingers, enjoying the softness of your skin.

“I was in no mood to spend my time in the company of others,” you confessed lightheartedly, locking your gaze on his. "Besides, where could a defenceless lady go but to fantasise about her lover warrior by the lake?" 

Your witty reply made Sihtric chuckle and shake his head, grabbing your tiny waist with his large hands and pulling you close to him. But when your foreheads touched, too intoxicated by your inviting scent, his smile fell and two dark, troubled eyes extinguished the light they had every time he was near you. A long sigh followed, and you could tell that his mind was tortured as well. 

"Sihtric?" you called quietly, the light touch of your fingers on his cheek bringing him out of his thoughts. "Is something troubling you? Are you hurt?"

"No," was his quiet reply, whispered so softly as to be almost inaudible, and before you could question him further, he wrapped you in a long and desperate embrace, burying his head in the crook of your neck. His breathing became shallow and erratic, and judging by his slight trembling, he was on the verge of tears.

“No other woman will be able to replace you. No one,” the Dane thought aloud, preventing you from replying back when his trembling lips captured yours in a needy and desperate kiss, storming your mind with questions you fear there can be no answers to. 

Later that day, the sun was high in the sky and a cloudless blue expanse rose over the village. You could feel the sun's rays hitting your skin with an unpleasant heat, but you were glad that there was a soothing breeze in the air, its cool touch like a balm to your skin, which had become slightly red from prolonged exposure to the sun.

Everyone was busy welcoming King Alfred to Coccham, followed by Lord Odda, some soldiers and thengs, and his small army of priests and monks. When they retired to the main hall to discuss urgent matters, you took the opportunity to release Sihtric from his duties, as his presence was not required at that moment, and hand in hand you walked through the gates of Coccham, approached the small harbour and rested on the grass. 

When you went outside, Sihtric finally gave you all the answers he had been unable to give you before, too overwhelmed by his emotions: he told you of his mission and the time he had spent in Datchet, and of the many times he had asked Uhtred for permission to marry you, only to be met with indifference or veiled refusal. He even told you how he had proposed to arrange a suitable marriage for him, and the very thought of it made you both feel sick inside. 

It was no surprise to you that both the Daneslayer and his warriors frowned upon you; your old profession was a stain on your character that was difficult to wipe away. You were aware of the mischievous glances and veiled comments they made whenever you sat at the same table outside their tavern, to which you always responded with stiff lips and restraint, unlike Sihtric, who, dulled by the alcohol that brought out his dormant impulsiveness, threatened to make the square to anyone who dared offend you. It was your task to calm him down each time, assuring him that it was a temporary situation and that everyone would get used to your presence. But deep in your heart you knew it wouldn't be so.

You sat back in the grass, Sihtric's head in your lap, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the light breeze caressing his face. You stroked his uncombed hair gently, giggling at how soft his hair felt to the touch, while your eyes continued to scan the surroundings, focusing on the men coming and going from the small wooden dock, busy unloading goods from ships or docking others. Then you took your eyes off the water and sighed as you spotted a group of ducks swimming happily in the water, followed by a small group of adorable ducklings squawking loudly.

Suddenly your attention was drawn to a small group of butterflies fluttering along the shore, slowly dispersing into the air, creating a spectacular display of colour. Your jaw dropped slightly, mesmerised by the delicate dance these insects were performing in the air, some allowing the wind to gently transport them from the nearest flowers and feed on their nectar, others resting gracefully on the grass and stretching their bright blue wings a little before continuing their dance. A pleasant warm spread across your chest, feeling a sense of peace and happiness crossing your face. 

“They are a beautiful sight,” a kneaded voice brought you back to reality, feeling Sihtric slightly shifting from your lap. His brown eye was open, looking at the butterflies, while his other one was covered by his forearm.

“Indeed,” you spoke softly, gently pressing your lips on his forehead. You could see his cheeks flushing with the brightest red. “They truly are.” 

One of the butterflies left its group, approaching you. Sihtric leanend one of his arms, stretching one of his fingers to welcome the insect. He chuckled lightly when he felt your curious gaze over him, and soon his mismatched eyes were locked into yours.

“I have heard stories saying that blue butterflies are meant to bring luck,” he explained quietly, his gaze now shifted again on the insect, which stood in midair, watching his finger. “The longer it stays on your finger, the longer your luck lasts.” 

Sihtric waited for the butterfly to pose on his finger, a hint of impatience growing in him as he secretly begged the insect to rest as long as possible and bring you both luck. But it chose not to rest, spreading its wings and turning its attention elsewhere. He let out a frustrated groan, which was greeted by your delicate laugh. Your voice was a melody to his ears. 

"Then I guess you have no luck," you said, a slight grin forming at the corner of your mouth, your hand continuing to rub Sihtric's hair in small, circular motions. Your reply caused Sihtric to move from where he was sitting on the grass and look at your face: his dark, loose hair seemed to soften his features, his two-toned eyes lit up at the sight of your smile, making his heart pound in his chest and his breath quicken. His trembling hands rested on your cheeks, rubbing them with the utmost care, afraid that you might break under his rough touch. 

"I am lucky, my lady," he whispered, resting his forehead on yours. "A little butterfly may not have given me luck, but the gods have given me you, a far greater blessing than any fleeting luck could provide." 

He slowly drew you closer, rubbing the tips of your noses and waiting for your permission. When you nodded softly, sighing at his soothing touch, he locked his lips to yours in a tender kiss, a light touch soon followed by deeper contact. He placed his hand on the nape of your neck, pressing urgently against it, rubbing your exposed flesh in slow, circular motions, his sudden movement making you tremble and a soft moan escaping your throat. 

As the kiss deepened and the heat of pleasure engulfed you both, you felt a gentle tickling crossing your hand, causing you to break the kiss. You looked down your hand and a gasp escaped from your lips.

"Sihtric, look!" you called, shaking his arm without hurting him too much, and when you were sure his gaze was fixed on you, you gently raised your hand to reveal the same butterfly as before peacefully perched on your finger. Words were superfluous to describe the surreal moment, and you both stood still, watching in amazement as its shiny wings closed and reopened, both of you secretly telling the insect to rest as much as it could. In this silent exchange of glances and thoughts, it was as if nature had intervened in your path, whispering promises of future serenity and joy amidst the chaos of the world. 

You felt Sihtric raising off the ground urgently, and without uttering a word he approached the gates. You gave him a puzzled look, stunned by his sudden move. “Where are you going?”

“To lord Uhtred,” Sihtric turned around and looked at you, a wide smile crossing his face. “I will ask his permission to marry you again.” 

“But lord Uhtred already gave his decision,” you replied back, slightly raising his voice as you saw him approaching the gates. 

“The blue butterfly.” he replied in a cheerful voice, pointing to the small insect still in your hand. “We have been blessed by luck. I will marry you, my love. I swear I will!” 

And it was at that moment that you saw his figure cross the gates and slowly disappear into the distance, leaving you alone. You let out a long sigh, the corners of your lips curling into a small smile, and fixed your gaze on the butterfly, which awkwardly spread its wings, leaving your finger behind before rejoining its group and disappearing into the air.  

That butterfly brought you luck. That was what Sihtric thought, while you continued to believe that Gisela's help was behind it all, when Uhtred finally gave his permission to marry you, on the condition that he complete a task for him. Sihtric came back to you, showering your face with soft and urgent kisses, his heart heavy at having to leave you again, but his spirit lifted at the thought that after this mission you would finally be his and his only. 

Fortunately, Sihtric didn't keep you waiting too long, for he returned from Skald's Hall a few days later, and by mutual agreement, a small and intimate wedding ceremony was held on Frigga's Day, according to Sihtric's religion and beliefs. His eyes could not stay in contact with yours for too long, your dazzling beauty sending shivers down his spine and dulling his senses, for he could still not believe that the gods had allowed him a glimpse of happiness by sending you on his path. After the exchange of your wedding rings and Sihtric's promise to be the devoted and loving husband you deserve, clutching his Mjolnir pendant in his hands, a kiss sealed the much awaited union, witnessed by the few present and the watchful eyes of the gods.

And when the two of you would sit in the same place years later with your stomach fertile with new life, a blue butterfly would rest on your outstretched finger, bringing good fortune and prosperity to your happy union for years to come.  

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(TW incest, SPN discourse and rape) Feel free to ignore this ask if it makes you uncomfortable. But what’s your thoughts on the idea of Soulless Sam losing his inhibitions and so giving into his darkest desires, and sexually assaulting Dean (which is how the vampire turning scene is read). I often see this tied to the idea that because of the incestuous deal and Azazel’s blood, Sam’s tainted and has this inherent darkness, specifically playing around the idea Sam’s sexuality is dark and perverse, and he harbours these feelings towards Dean and desires to assault him but feels shame and guilt for it. But as Soulless Sam he doesn’t. This reading always felt a little weird and uncomfortable to me but I couldn’t put into words why

oh good I thought for a second that you were asking me abt this (popular and bad) take bc you enjoy it 😭

it’s not the incest and the quote-unquote perversion that I have a problem with but as usual the fandom’s dogged attempts to invert samndean’s power dynamic while failing to recognize how the narrative actually utilizes sam’s role vs dean’s, thus uncritically doubling down on the Righteous Man vs Boy With The Demon Blood dichotomy. dean-biased viewers “love” soulless!sam because they can point to him and go see, that’s the Real Sam, Sick And Twisted Freak Corrupting Dean’s Innate Goodness All Along, which is frankly so unforgivably disgusting to me that it makes me want to spit. I’ve played with this concept myself thru fic but as a belief that sam holds about himself (and that, for the record, dean also holds about himself - it’s just that each of them deals with it differently in keeping with their contrasting roles and with the power dean has in the relationship that sam does not.)

I could write the billionth essay about soulless!sam vs demon!dean except with the canon’s Us And Them framework in mind as well as the audience’s predisposition to overlook sam’s abundant nuances to be able to characterize him in a “worse” light than dean while inventing dean nuances to be able to “justify” their often superficial preference for him, but I don’t fucking feel like it. those who get it get it and those who don’t will never care to; my 10-year break from the fandom sadly proved that beyond a shadow of a doubt.

all that to say, I’m fine with reading arousal into soulless!sam’s response to dean’s noncon vampire-turning that he stood by and watched, because who cares, that’s fun to me. he should’ve been worse. hashtag fujosam moment. what I’m NOT fine with is the dean queens ravenously seizing on this moment as “proof” of Poor Sweet Angel Baby Kisses Dean’s helplessness/submissiveness in the relationship as a whole, because that is flat-out fabricated bullshit. like, early s6 features some of the most interesting dean characterization in the show to me in that the narrative actually intentionally punishes dean for the “substandard masculinity” represented by his break from hunting/his life with lisa and ben, and this assault scene is very much a part of that. it is so much rarer throughout the course of this show for dean to be subjected to that type of “indignity”/“emasculation” relative to sam, and this is a function of their respective roles, and it is why this particular scene is so obnoxiously buzzed-about by this insanely dean-biased audience.

btw, what does dean do in response to his pent-up fury at the helplessness he feels because of this assault and the events surrounding it? he quite literally beats sam to a bloody pulp, before cas even informs him about sam’s “soullessness” (definition flexible). he ties sam up in a chair and tells him he’s not letting him go no matter how nicely he asks and barks at him like he’s a worthless monster and coolly instructs cas to Probe Him for answers without his consent, because again, that is a consistent part of sam’s role that you are meant to contrast with dean’s. furthermore, he threateningly tells sam he’s gonna watch every move he makes from that point forward and demands that he runs his every decision by dean because his sense of right and wrong cannot be trusted. like can we examine this on a metaphorical level Just A Smidge, for me?

anyway TL;DR as usual I can’t believe I actually think this but this audience at large is incapable of handling the complexities of these characters as they are presented in the canon, and so few people write S/D fic in a way I can actually stomach or appreciate that I have to write it myself for the minority of readers it appeals to. I didn’t even touch on the massive problem I have with dean and thus the fandom reinforcing sam’s belief in himself as Unclean/Impure due to an event that occurred when it was impossible for him to consent, OR on the implicit homophobia underpinning dean’s vampire-turning scene and really that whole episode, because who has the time!!!!

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Yandere Alphabet - ABIJ

A/N: Let’s get the mafia trilogy fandom going shall we?? Here’s a little Alphabet dessert for ya ;) I know y’all love Sam so here he isss…

Warnings: Yandere so mentions of violence, forced relationships, toxicity blahhh blahhhh blahhhh

Requests: are open 24/7 for any characters on my masterlist

Masterlist

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Sam is not an outwardly physically nor emotionally affectionate person. We know him to be extremely reserved with a high sense of professionalism and this carries into his romantic life as well. Even deep into his obsessions with you he isn’t as romantically intense as someone like Paulie would be towards their darling; especially not in public.

(In private he does cuddle and do the whole shabang but it isn’t overwhelming)

Yes I know he is a proclaimed lady killer but I personally like to think it only applies to women he’s trying to sleep with. The whole shtick is a fake persona. It's for people he wants to exploit but for you…he’s different because his love is “true”.

Basically still charming but toned down a little and closer to his authentic self.

He does however love giving you gifts and little trinkets that he buys or “borrows”. It’s his way of saying I love you and I’m constantly thinking about you. He also likes to use affectionate terms that are reserved only for you like “sweetheart” “my girl” “doll”

(You can see how he is with Sarah, still charming but there’s a lot of respect there for her and he doesn’t cross a boundary unlike the women he sexualizes)

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

The man is in the mafia..need I say more???

He’s willing to do anything to protect and keep you. We saw his hidden temper by the end of the game. Usually, it would be under control and not much could make him lose himself but when it comes to you he just can’t help it. He’s a ticking time bomb now and he doesn’t like when anyone flirts or even looks in your direction. He’s not afraid to kill someone in cold blood or send a hit out on someone’s head. Abusing his power in the mob is absolutely nothing to him, he’s willing to do anything to make sure all other competition or potential danger is out of the way.

No man in Lost Haven is exempt from being beaten to a bloody pulp for disrespecting either of you, even the new recruits know they cannot fuck around.

Might even start a street war just for you…

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Very stereotypical nuclear family. He wants to marry you, buy a house and have kids.

Maybe get a dog? Nahh he doesn’t like animals…

He’s a traditional man and wants to make the best possible life for you and the kids especially with him being an immigrant coming from nothing.

Regardless if you want this or not, Sam will still carry these plans out. This is the life of every Italian man of his time and he refuses to take anything less.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Sam won’t ever give anyone the satisfaction of admitting it but yes he gets so jealous.

You’re his and how dare someone mess with his prize possession. Extremely territorial over you and It consumes him to the point he does act out regularly on his compulsions. His charismatic gray eyes are almost always plotting something dark and sinister for whosoever crossed him.

By the way, Sam wouldn't ever get physical with you but if you ever got caught giving attention to another, it will end in a pretty nasty argument and him keeping you locked up for days on end.

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FANDOMS I CAN WRITE FOR CURRENTLY (mostly inspired/motivated/interested in writing - not in order):

The Maze Runner/The Scorch Trials/The Death Cure

Reservoir Dogs

Pulp Fiction

Kill Bill

Gotham

Squid Game (S1-2)

Arcane (S1 & 2)

The Pacific

Superstore

The Walking Dead (S1-11)

Peaky Blinders

Shadowhunters

The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones (2013)

ZSakuVA Strict Professor series (Professor Andrew Marston)

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To Have & To Hold: Part 9

Fandom: Marvel - Moon Knight (Mafia AU)

Pairing: Marc Spector x F!Reader, Steven Grant x F!Reader, Jake Lockley x F!Reader

Summary: To ensure you’re always safe even after his passing, your father, a mob boss, makes you marry his right hand, Marc Spector. You don’t necessarily hate Marc, but you don’t get along either. Therefore, this marriage of convenience may be a bit difficult for you.

A/N: the next chapter is finally here! so sorry for taking so long!

Warning: violence against a woman (reader)

Series Masterlist

It's hard to say who would've done this to you. Your dad had gained a lot of enemies over the years so it could really be anyone.

Marc is pacing back and forth in your father's office, a bandaged wrapped around his head. He's mentally going over the list of men on his watch list, determining whether they'd be ballsy enough to pull shit like this. Then he pauses and looks to your dad.

"Harrow."

Your dad cocks a brow at him, "What about him?"

"Did you really kill him?"

He scoffs, "What kind of fucking question is that? Of course, I did."

"Really? Because, to be honest, Y/D/N, he's the only one who would have the guts to do this. Revenge for not letting him take over. He has nothing to lose and everything to gain from this."

Marc walks over and plants his hands on your dad's desk, "So I ask again: Did. You. Kill. Him?"

Your father sighs and leans back in his chair, "I thought I did. Beat the fucker to a pulp. Thought he'd die from his wounds, but I guess I was fucking wrong. I should've fucking made sure he was dead for good."

Marc runs a hand down his face, "Fuck. Okay, we need to call everyone in. The Starks, The Pyms, the Romanovs, all of them. We-" he's cut off by his phone ringing. He pulls it out and sees he's getting a video call from you.

He immediately answers it, "Y/N?" He doesn't see you, but a black screen.

He hears a voice, "No, unfortunately. Your bride-to-be is a little...tied up at the moment." The camera comes on and it's you tied to a chair, gagged, and beaten. You seem to be unconscious at the moment.

Marc's jaw clenches, "What do you want?"

Harrow's face appears on screen. He's grinning, "Let me talk to him."

The phone is immediately handed off to your father, who grips it tightly, "You should've stayed down, Harrow."

His former partner scoffs, "And you should've finished me off. Now, we're all facing the consequences of our actions, hm?"

"What do you want?" Your dad asks through gritted teeth.

"You know exactly what I want. It's all pretty simple, isn't it? You give me your empire and you can have your beloved Sunshine back," he goes back to you and caresses your cheek, "My men did quite a number on her."

Marc clenches his fists tight, his blunt nails digging into his skin. He's mentally cursing Harrow and himself. Harrow, for putting you through so much pain and himself, for not preventing this from happening.

"Fine," your father rasps out and Marc whips his head to him in surprise.

"3 days. The warehouse on docks. You know which one. I expect to only see you. If I see anyone else, especially your guard dog, Spector, say goodbye to Sunshine."

"Alright."

Harrow sighs, "This all could've been avoided if you'd just let me take over," he then shrugs and grins at the camera, "Cest la vie!" He then ends the call and your father drops Marc's phone onto the desk.

"Please tell me you're not serious about this."

"We have no other choice, Marc. We can't risk it. Fuck all with the organization, Y/N is the only good thing I have left. I'm not risking it."

"Shit," Marc murmurs to himself.

__________________________

You're not sure how long you've been held captive to Harrow. All you know is that you just want to go home. You want to be in bed and have Marc holding you. He'd become your safe space in such a short time. If you make it out alive, you're telling him how you feel, because fuck if almost dying puts things in a new perspective for you.

Harrow comes in looking very chipper and it makes you uneasy, "Look alive, Sunny girl! Your daddy's coming to save the day today!"

"I hope he kills you for good this time," you mumble out as Harrow's men pulls you to your feet. You groan in pain, stumbling forward a bit since it's been a while since you've moved your legs.

"You know, I could always kill Spector and make dear old dad write into his will that you marry me instead," he caresses your bruised cheek, "I always thought you were beautiful."

You spit in his face and he sighs in disappointment, "But that attitude. It'll have to go," he surprises you with a hard back handed slap that causes you to let out a sob.

Harrow then gestures for his men to take you out into the warehouse. You're sat in a chair again, your hands tied behind your back. You regret not taking more self-defense lessons from the Romanovs.

Harrow sends his men away and stands by your side as you wait for your father.

________________________

"Remember, you get Y/N and then you go. You don't wait for me or anything else. Just get her to safety."

"Yes, sir," Marc says with a nod.

Of course, Marc was going with your father to get you. Technically, Harrow said if he saw Marc, he'd kill you. That's why Marc was going to be hidden away on the docks, ready to get you once he received the word.

They drove in separate cars. Your father drove his to the warehouse and Marc drove to hide in-between shipping containers.

He listened closely through your dad's hidden listening device.

"I'm here, Harrow. Now let my daughter go." your father demands.

"Ah ah. The contract and will."

Marc hears rustling and the click of your father's briefcase. He hears shuffling of papers and then your father speaks again, "It's all there."

There's a short silence that Marc imagines Harrow reading through the papers.

Then Harrow speaks up, "How will I know she won't try to take it back from me."

Your father scoffs, "Come on now, Harrow. You know she never had any interest in this shit. She wants a normal life."

Harrow seems to be satisfied with your father's response. Marc waits anxiously listening for you. There's rapid footsteps and then rustling. Mar hears your sobs and his heart hurts knowing how much you've endured these past few days.

"Dad, I-"

"No, listen to me. I love you, okay? You get out of here and get as far away as you can. Marc is coming to get you. You'll be safe with him. I promise. I love you, Sunshine. Now, go. Run."

Marc immediately speeds out of hiding and towards the warehouse. He sees you running and hops out of the car as soon as he hits the breaks.

"Marc!" you sob his name as you fall into his arms.

"Ssshh. I got you, baby. I gotchu. C'mon. We need to go." He quickly helps you into the car and speeds away from the docks.

Through his earpiece, he hears your father say, "I should've finished the job when I had the chance."

"Yes, Y/D/N. You should've, but everything happens for a reason. Right?"

"Yeah...right."

The warehouse suddenly explodes, causing you to look back.

"NO!" You turn to Marc as tears immediately fill your eyes, "We have to go back!"

Marc shakes his head, "There's nothing there now, Y/N. He's gone."

"NO! TURN BACK AROUND! PLEASE!"

"I'm sorry, Y/N. Your dad's gone."

[cecilcastles]

obscure-ish radiohead videos

pop is dead - 1993

pop is dead is a song that radiohead wants obliterated. the MV has been totally wiped off of youtube and all reuploads get taken down. there is a youtube short with a brief clip but that’s the only way to watch it on youtube. the single isn’t available on any streaming services but is available on youtube, vimeo, dailymotion etc.

radiohead wants to forget it but I won’t 🤷

edit: found this heavily edited version of the MV your for your viewing pleasure(?)

stop whispering - 1993

another MV wiped off the planet. this one isn’t as insane as pop is dead but isn’t as interesting either. it features the members just playing along to the song with cuts of other shenanigans.

“they were persuaded by the American director to dress in linen and some kind of bizarre headgear, striking cute poses. Maybe the intention was to make them seem very English, or whatever, but they just came across as royal prannies.” | NME 6/21/97

anyone can play guitar - 1993

yes, the MTV beach house video is still available but, the MV isn’t. The MV consists of the band playing along to the song with some interesting warped editing choices. chickens and lizards also seem to be present.

"At least we played well. But I don't think the irony was lost on people. All these gorgeous, bikinied girls shaking their mammary glands, and we're playing Creep and looking terrible." [on playing Creep at MTV's beach house] | via radiohead1.tripod

semi related ^

high and dry US version - 1995

you might not understand what’s going on when you first watch it or watch it multiple times. from what i’ve gathered, it seems to be a pulp-fiction-esque video with multiple story threads that all converge with the band in the middle of it all.

it’s actually a really good MV and I definitely prefer it over the UK version.

small bonus: early version of high and dry that’s just thom and an acoustic guitar. the structure and lyrics are pretty much the same but thom hums out the guitar solo near the end.

dogwander - 1996/1997

unreleased track from around the early ok computer era. there aren’t many mentions of this song besides briefly in notebooks or as a one liner on their website [around okc era]. it’s only been played once at a soundcheck and the only recording we have of it is partial because thom cuts the song early.

“from a page titled 'stuck in a frozen lake', appeared on radiohead.com during the recording of OK Computer and features a text by Thom with notes about songs that were around then. It is the only information we have about this song. Maybe it was released later under a different title.” | via citizeninsane

the mentioning of dogwander is highlighted in red

the title was featured again on minidisc 2 but isn’t an actual song, rather a recording of the show “dynomutt dog wonder”. it’s a shame it was never actually recorded on any of the discs.

lyrics of dogwander were also found in thoms notebook [1] [2] but it turns out it’s literally an early version of the national anthem in disguise.

let down - 1997

let down was originally meant to be the 5th single with an accompanying MV that was meant to nicely slot into the 7 television commercials video album. the *full* MV used to be considered lost media as a partial version was (unofficially) released but with low quality and a static that cut the song off early.

apparently, the reason why the song was never released as a single was because thom thought the MV was “shite”

unfortunately this is hard to believe because it’s from a fandom page with 0 citations. (I really do wish it’s real though)

fitter happier - 1997

not much talk about this MV on the web. although it’s never been officially released or considered “lost”, this MV is way more on the obscure side with reuploads frequently being taken down.

there is an internet archive upload of this with a really interesting story attached on how the MV came to be.

My plan was to do such a brilliant pitch so that they would be bowled over, but I didn’t know what tracks they were looking for so decided to be proactive and settled on working up a pitch for Fitter Happier, which I had figured was most likely to be the awkward one that would be hard to make a video for and was therefore most likely to be up for grabs (very cut throat world music videos!). My plan was to use loops from adverts that we would recreate if we got the commission, along with some graphic elements, so I taped loads of adverts & made about thirty seconds of the idea as a demo.I had made a video for LFO (a techno band from Sheffield) which got into the charts and ended up on the TV even though it was made mostly from Twin Peaks footage. Because it was close up and unrecognisable I thought I might get away with it again for Fitter Happier, but the plan was that what I made would have the footage replaced - in a way I'm pleased it wasn’t in the end as I like it the way it is now, has a certain aesthetic. | James Engwell via the internet archive

idioteque - 2000

not a lot to say about this one since it’s just a mod bear walking around in the snow. if you’ve seen any of the kid a blips this walking bear is a familiar sight.

how to disappear completely - 2000

similar to the video above, a chunk of this video is made up of familiar kid a but but with additional original animations. featuring a mod bear shooting down thom’s disembodied head.

originally uploaded/directed by shynola and uploaded around 2015/2016, the video was taken down not long after upload. it was presumed lost for a while until it was brought back up on reddit with a youtube reupload soon following suit.

the national anthem - 2000

(disclaimer: I hit the embed limit so for now on it’s all plain links. I will also now be pasting images in for formatting and continuity reasons)

https://youtu.be/mmk1jTDXFjs?si=zUx_e5xcUjGmMAYe

an animated MV for the national anthem was made by a team of two people named paco aguayo and oscar borrego for a contest that was hosted by MTV latin america. it features a plane crashing in a charred landscape, similar to some of stanley’s work around this era. the surviving passengers end up being attacked by flying amoeba like creatures leaving the main child to flee.

the animation ultimately didn’t win but the creators felt “pleased with the result of this short.”

reckoner - 2001

https://youtu.be/F_j6c21spck?si=SAFWc_Jxem9eMURB

an early version of reckoner that was played on a webcast/livestream by the band at the gorge amphitheater. (6/23/2001)

the two versions are done in completely different styles with virtually no similarities besides a similar riff near the end and a slightly similar drum groove throughout. later in 2009 thom yorke converted the song into another unrecognizable piece using the line “pulled apart by horses” as the new title.

in rainbows - 2007/2008

In 2008 radiohead hosted a music video animation contest on aniboom for users to submit their own renditions of in rainbows songs. aniboom has since been shut down since 2016, effectively wiping away every video submitted.

there’s a playlist made by the youtuber pookapeeka who has tried to compile all that he could salvage. I recommend all of you to check it out

below are some of my personal highlights

nude by hayato nove and tomoko miyahara - featuring a (downtrodden) lonesome bird who walks through a landscape and city

reckoner by drendiloon - in which a little man stranded on an island sails off and uncovers the secret of the ocean

all I need by microchen - bear in the woods finds his true love

nude by noodle - a man who walks to work while encountering multiple oddities

later on, there was a small controversy surrounding the semifinalists due to a lack of fidelity to the rules. many of the submissions were premade animations that had radiohead music added in post.

One of the announced semifinalists is Dany Saadia, who submitted an 8 shot, 56 second re-edit of footage which had apparently been animated by other people long before the contest began. Dany Saadia is a director, by his own account, and not an animator. He gave no credit to who animated the footage, or when, and for a long time refused to answer whether the footage had been animated for his commercially released film "3:19". He now claims that the footage was not used in that film, but still has not said who animated it, for what or when.

Another semifinalist, 15 step, claimed to have been entered by an individual, but it has been discovered was actually previously animated footage created by a Japanese production company, who had created the setting and characters long before the contes began, and again, represented no more work than simply an editing project with a Radiohead track thrown over it.

Another semifinalist is Paul Beck's team, famous for his work on Waking Life and A Scanner Darkly, theirs consisted, again, of mostly pre-existing footage re-edited for the contest. Paul Beck has apparently already produced a music video for Radiohead, which they have released on a DVD. | all via animation world network (2008)

citations, sources, extra links, etc.

citizeninsane / obscure radiohead music videos / uncovering the in rainbows music contest / Anyone know anything about this song? / Does anybody know what Dogwander … is? / Radiohead Ephemera / Signal boosting higher quality uploads of the In Rainbows Aniboom video contest winners

lucky MV / video tape MV / palo alto video / I might be wrong alternate video / push pulk & like spinning plates / the censored radiohead song / exit music - meeting people is easy version / I will - meeting people is easy version / no surprises - making of

ok well.. that’s a wrap for now. there’s more I wanted to get into but this post is already long enough so i’ll probably just put it into another post in the future. hope you liked what you learned. thanks you for your time :)

[p0pscenez]

♫ INTRODUCTION♫

-------------------------------------

BASIC STUFF ✰

-my name is Reon

-She/him

-my birthday is august 2nd

-Im autistic and in the process of getting diagnosed for dyspraxia

-Im from northern ireland

-aroace/lesbian/bigender

-i have two cats

INTERESTS/FANDOMS ✰

-blur/britpop (i like other music aswell though)

-luca

-sonic

-toca life stories

-eddsworld

-object shows (mostly hfjONE)

-inside out

-boy girl dog cat mouse cheese

I would list more but im in alot of fandoms^_^

RANDOM ✰

Some of my fav music artists are blur, arctic monkeys, the waeve, txt, elastica, oasis, twice, MCR, katseye and pulp

My fav character list is: Giulia from luca, leon from toca life stories, tails from sonic, sticks from sonic, envy from inside out, girl from boy girl etc,

I dont ship alot, only when they are canon/semicanon

thats all ✰

[pvtjxker]

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞

☞︎︎︎ Elwood

☞︎︎︎ She/her

☞︎︎︎ 19 yo

☞︎︎︎ Italian but speak fluent english

☞︎︎︎ ADHD

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞

☞︎︎︎ 𝑴𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒔

Full Metal Jacket, Natural Born Killers, Inglorious Basterds, Ghostbusters, Fandango, Birdy, The Shining, Dr Sleep, The Iron Giant, Porco Rosso, La Haine, Rambo, Back To The Future, Indiana Jones, A Clockwork Orange, Stand By Me, Django: Unchained, Pulp Fiction, Reservoir Dogs, Jackie Brown, Kill Bill, Barry Lyndon, Lolita, Once Upon a Time In...Hollywood, Fight Club, American Psycho, The Wolf of Wall Street, Top Gun

☞︎︎︎ 𝑽𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔

Red Dead Redemption 2, Deltarune, Undertale, Gran Turismo, Detroit: Become Human, Doki Doki Literature Club, Bendy and the Ink Machine, Mortal Kombat.

☞︎︎︎ 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔

Persepolis, The Short-Timers, A Clockwork Orange, Birdy, Flowers for Algernon, 1984, Farenheit 451, My Favorite Thing is Monsters, Sin City, Different Seasons.

☞︎︎︎ 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄

Buffalo Springfield, Fleetwood Mac, The Cream, Talking Heads, Queen, Smashing Pumpkins, Glass Animals, The Living Tombstone, Huey Lewis and The News, Elton John, Hall & Oates, She Wants Revenge, asteria, Rebzyy, Ayesha Erotica, Azealia Banks.

☞︎︎︎ 𝐓𝐕 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

Magnum PI, House MD, Stranger Things, The Office.

𝐃𝐍𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

People who support discrimination of any kind (racism, homo/transphobia, ableism and similars)

Reichblr people (my family contributed to the fall of the regime and many died along the way. I will not tolerate any content that paints the Reich or the Fascist Regime as anything remotely positive/funny/whatever.)

Trumpies (y'all like kissing his ass so much your lips are brown so sybau)

Far right-wingers

Proshippers

Incels (yk those people who call women "females" and talk shit all the time)

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐈'𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓

☞︎︎︎ Full Metal Jacket

☞︎︎︎ Inglorious Basterds

☞︎︎︎ House MD

☞︎︎︎ Ghostbusters

☞︎︎︎ Top Gun

☞︎︎︎ Red Dead Redemption 2

☞︎︎︎ Magnum PI

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

☞︎︎︎ 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:

Headcanons

Oc x Canon

NSFW (with the needed warnings)

For the fandoms in the above list

Almost everything y'all request

☞︎︎︎ 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:

Incest or pseudo-incest content (like step-relatives content)

Pedophilia / ageplay (for obvious reasons)

SH, depression or mental disorders (I'm not well educated on the subject and I don't want to share wrong info or treat the subject too lightly)

Toxic relationships (I was in a toxic relationship in the past and it's a subject that really makes me uncomfortable)

Any other fandom that's not listed above

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 <3

[ouidamforeman]

i need my edas followers to know that once about 10 years ago i was on the fandom section of i can haz cheezeburger and someone's post of 'creepy and offputting pulp scifi novel covers' had the mad dogs and englishmen cover in it and people were making fun of it in the comments and i still remember that to this day for some reason

[nokonomi]

Wild Kratts OC: Clara Nightingale (created by Nokonomi, Wild Kratts fandom, assemble!) <3

Ah yes, Clara Nightingale. A very fragile and angelic young girl with pure voice and good talent; such a good and well-behaved young 9 year old girl. But is she REALLY the Angel we all see and love and trust?

Clara Nightingale is a famous 9 year old actress in Hollywood, known for her “love of animals” and how she treats them right. She first encounters the Kratt brothers in an episode where she was interested in them helping her with filming and bringing her some animals for the show. They agree firmly and say no harm. Later she is seen with Spots Swat and Little Howler, with makeup plastered all over their face, doing little tiny tricks for her while she drinks a cup of tea.

Now the Kratt brothers found that this footage was released in public, and they found out she wants to keep Spot Swat and Little Howler as pets for the rest of her life. Now the Wild Kratts are on a mission to find those two and stop her from taking them away from their natural habitats.

In a later episode, she is seen filming something, but is disturbed when Chris enters her while she is filming a scene, and says to simply “stop using animals for production films and let them go” and she says she wasn’t even planning to. She gets angry when things get ruined by Chris and she blames Zach, who is there as well, and she manages to scare him off. Wow! Pretty scary and angry at the same time. Don’t piss off this child!

Anyways all the villains were at the production scene helping her film, and she films a scene where some other baby animals are forced to do tricks under her command, using Zach’s machinery to control their minds.

Up in the clouds, in the Tortuga, Aviva is watching this scene unfold. She warns Chris and Martin not to try and mess with her too much, or she might call upon her “bodyguard” to help fight back the Kratt Brothers.

Chris and Martin activate falcon powers to save the animals, and are too late unfortunately, but they managed to save some of the baby animals except for Spots Swat and Little Howler, who are crying, which Clara silenced them angrily. Chris and Martin explain that this is animal cruelty and she shouldn’t be using them for film productions at a very young age, and she should change her way.

Martin:

“We understand, you want them as pets, but you could’ve just bought a cute dog, cat or maybe even a hamster at your local pet store! Easy as cake. They belong free and-“ (imagine getting cut off by a 9 year old)

“—-IN THE WILD BLAH BLAH BLAH NO NO NO NO!!! I WANT MY BABY ANIMALS AND I INSIST KEEPING THEM AS PETS! I WILL NEVER LISTEN TO YOU, CRAP BROTHERS! BLEHHHHH!”

Of course, it’s not going to be easy, because when she snaps her fingers, multiple of her strong, tall and muscular bodyguards come, some of them easily manage to take down Martin, but Chris fights back and ends up destroying them with Rhino powers. She gets angry and starts storming off into her dressing room, and she calls the big guns.

(yes this is a reference to that one Max Butler scene in Cats don’t Dance)

Clara calls upon her biggest and baddest and toughest bodyguard, who measures about 10ft tall, not very normal. I know this isn’t normal heights for humans, but please, bear with me at least! Very lean and bad, he comes forward and manages to break through the wall of the giant set, and the bodyguards all stand aside for the one bodyguard she trusts in the entire world! Yes I know it’s cringe but bear with me she is Darla-Dimple based.

“Yes Ms. Nightingale.” “Rudy, get rid of those pesky wild kratts for me while you can, they’re a nuisance to this production of mines and I would like you to take care of them!” “Of course, Ms. Nightingale.”

So of course, Rudy walks very slowly and aggressively toward Chris and Martin, grabs them and squeezes them to a pulp, and manages to make them speak.

“Speak when spoken to.” “Hey, Rudy! I uh—-don’t mean to interrupt but uh—ehe- if you could just let us go we could maybe try and find a discussion! We just want you to let us take the baby animals to their natural habitat because Clara is being a real meanie to them right now.”

“SILENCE.” “What does the kitty cat say?” “Uh….gulp? Martin?” “Uh……Meow?” “VERY GOOD.”

And so with that; he crushed them and squashed them until their a ball and roll into the floor, they don’t get any injuries luckily. Just get jumped into the floor and fall through it. Rudy checks to see if there is anything else Clara needs, and Clara says in an angelic, sweet and innocent voice…

“That’ll be all for today, Rudy!” *pat pat*

Meanwhile, the Kratt Bros get rescued, and end up returning some of the other baby animals to their natural habitat, but Spot Swat and Little Howler are still with Clara, not in their natural habitat. The Kratt Crew makes a plan to try and stop her from using animals for her shows, so they devise a plan. Aviva does her usual invention stuff and makes special creature power suits that could save the cheetah cub and the wolf cub.

Tune in to Part 2 to see what they are planning next, meanwhile, have some little known information about Clara Nightingale.

INFORMATION ABOUT HER:

Name: Clara Nightingale Wilson

Age: 9 years old

Gender: Female

Zodiac: Capricorn

DOB: November 15th, 2013

Born in: Hollywood, Los Angeles, California

Role: Rolemodel, Fashionista, Actress

Other occupation: Villain/Villain Industry

Personality: A very sweet, fragile and young girl who is desperate for attention and fame, unlike the adult villains who search for money. She already is rich and just needs the fame.

A very energetic and annoying little girl, but in public she is usually seen putting on an angelic and rather innocent persona she claims as ‘The Little Angel from Heaven’ which she has a movie she acted in which was called that, and she is famous for being the youngest actor in the Hollywood Industry.

Outside though, she is not that demure and cutesy, and she is often portrayed as a monster to the people who are assigned to her, they just don’t show it to people because they know there will be consequences. Her bodyguards are the only people close to family, including Rudy, her one and only #1 bodyguard.

Angst: At a young age, her parents had often fought a lot because of their arranged marriages they had with each other. They didn’t even love each other and she thought they did love each other, but they didn’t. And they didn’t even love her either, never accepted her. In real life, in person, she was desperate for someone to care. Someone to love and finally appreciate her true self. She wanted people to film the real her. When she discovered animal, she knew they could make her happy, and she hired multiple exotic animals from around the world to help her.

Which resulted in the Wild Kratt’s having issues with her all the time, exceptions are Zach as half of the issue all the time. But she never really learned what family really meant. In her heart, laid a cold and heavy brick stone, which crushed her heart and turned her into what she is today. She doesn’t live with her parents anymore and constantly has to remember the traumatizing memories. At a young age, she secretly got therapy, and hid it from the rest of Hollywood, Los Angeles. Because she didn’t wanna ruin her reputation, so they kept it secret. She paid THEM to keep it a secret.

Exposing the therapy sessions would result in her having to retire because she would not be in the right state of mind to carry on all her films, and it stressed her out all the time. But in the public. She hid it all with just one innocent and cute smile, deep down inside the little girl was waiting for a bright light to shine.

When she saw how happy the Wild Kratt’s were with each other, how they all bonded, she was desperate, HUNGRY even for that bond…..She wanted to take the happiness away from them and give it to her own selfish desires so she could finally be herself. Finally not chase this undying wish of having family. So she knew stealing animals would probably make them pay more attention to her.

“I wanted to have what you had. That familial bond you had with your friends. I wanted to take it all away from you and watch you pitifully exhaust yourselves with anger and desire, and give me attention! I wanted the family bonds you had with them! The Wild Kratts! I wanted what YOU had, Chris Kratt!”

-Clara Nightingale. A break down she had while she was talking to Chris Kratt and how jealous she was of him and his friends for having such happy lives.

Now that will be all for today, and I appreciate you all reading this! It was fun to sort this character together, the angst and the villainy inside of Clara. Hopefully she gets some fanart as well. I might describe what she looks like later so right now just imagine! :)

Have a good day! Bye!

(Spoiler: Some Voice Claims I might give her)

VA #1: Darla Dimple (Cats Don’t Dance)

VA #2: Enid Sinclair (Wednesday Addams)

VA #3: Sally Williams (CreepyPasta)

[multiscribe]

Title: Just Like Daddy

Fandom: Daredevil

Characters : Matt murdock /female reader little mini Matt (you’ll see)

Rating: soft R for cannon typical violence and cursing and maybe some flirting

Notes: inspired by this pic I saw this morning-done in one day special thanks to @hellskitchens-whore for the inspiration

In memory of my darling Sammie who would fit right in with Matt

“Let me get you some excedrin honey” you whispered as you rose from the edge of the bed trying to be as quiet as possible.

Your husband Matt Murdock the devil of Hell’s Kitchen was having a rare night off. Not because he wanted to of course but migraine’s as a rule fucking sucked donkey eggs.

It had been a whirlwind courtship between the two of you but even Karen and Foggy could see just how far gone he was. And when you knew you knew right?

So it surprised no one when a year to the day you two broke the news that you were expecting your first child.

Of course there had been some heartbreak when you learned your little girl would never be able to see like normal kids. And it had taken some extraordinary prodding from you to bring Matt back from the utter ocean of Catholic guilt he had been wallowing in.

‘Teach her to defend herself Matt teach her how to fight like you do so we never have to worry’

Famous fucking last words as you would soon learn.

Because your baby girl took to it like a duck to water and these days when she wasn’t working on her homework she’d usually be up at Fogwell’s with Matt either helping him train or training herself

Even Stick had taken a liking to her.

By the time she was 4 and a half you two had learned that her senses far outpaced those of her father.

But she’d been content to do normal little girl things. Like paint Auntie Karen’s nails or braid uncle foggy’s hair.

Until tonight.

Until tonight Matt had never come down with a migraine so bad it stopped him from going out to his ‘night job’.

Gently pressing the two pills into his left hand and water bottle into his right you whispered “I’m gonna go check on her then I’ll come to bed okay?”

He had barely taken his meds when your panicked cry sent him rushing toward your daughter’s bedroom.

She was gone

Glass on the floor and perfume winding through the room. Someone knew they knew about her abilities and his.

He could only pull you close as the devil in him seethed and raged. Someone was going to pay dearly for having taken their little girl.

He had called Karen and Foggy to come sit with you in case she managed to find her way back. He also didn’t trust whoever took her to not swing back and try and snatch you too.

What he ‘saw’ down by the docks was not something he expected and a ton of emotions hit him at once

Pride

Shock

Worry

Fear

Relief

Because leaping silently from container to container there was his daughter.

She was dressed in a miniature replica of his black outfit and some pleased part of him saw that she’d remembered to wrap her hands.

He took off after her having to catch himself several times from stepping in. All that training with Stick had done her good. You were gonna kill the pair of them of course but that was a fight for another day.

She had found an illegal dog fighting ring and had beaten the fighters to a bloody pulp. This was no surprise to him as she LOVED dogs and you and he were discussing the merits of getting your daughter a service dog prospect for Christmas.

However hearing the unmistakable scrape of metal that signaled a gun being raised had him reaching for his Billie club.

But as it happened she didnt need his help

Because before he could even throw it there was a huge hulking black shepherd that launched herself out of the darkness and latched her teeth onto the man’s arm drawing a scream from him.

Once all of the threats were down he heard his daughter call softly to the dog who dropped the man’s arm before she could rip it off and came to sit by her side.

He supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised that when he approached there was an ominous sounding snarl from the dog.

The devil in him smirked. It seemed they found her Christmas present early

“It’s okay girl..that’s my daddy” before finally she stepped around the dog and launched herself into his arms

“God baby do you know how scared you made your mommy and I?” He knows he should loosen his grip but she’s here and real and safe thank you god above for protecting my little girl

“Didn’t mean to” she whispers against his shoulder “you was sick daddy people needed help. I was careful like uncle stick taught me”

Oh he was SO gonna kick Stick’s ass the next time he saw him!

“How many people did you help tonight baby?”

He felt her tiny lips curl into a smile “well I stopped some bad men from taking an old lady’s purse. I helped another lady when the guy she was with he was gonna hit her-you said a man should NEVER hit a woman that it’s..illegal? In the state of New York”

Matt could feel the tears pricking at his eyes. God when had his daughter gotten so smart?and so brave?

“That’s right baby what else?”

She leaned up looking thoughtful “well I thought I should come home soon and I was on my way I promise!! But then I heard someone hurting doggies so I came down here.. they kicked one and they hurt it bad so I made THEM hurt instead. Then you found me!”

Matt exhaled gently before setting her on her feet “right now little miss there’s gonna be some ground rules. First you do not leave the house without me understood?You scared me and your momma half to death when we couldn’t find you. Second your grades fall even a little this?is done” she gave a silent nod “okay daddy” he could tell she was confused so he softened a little “your grandpa Jack had the same rules for me.He didn’t want me to fight but kinda like you I found my way into it but not til much later”

She tilted her head “what’s rule 3 daddy?” He chuckled softly “you have to apologize to your momma for worrying her”

She nodded “Kay I didn’t mean to honest! But I’ll ‘pologize can we keep Sammie?”

How could he say no to his angel?

The trek back was slower on foot as both had to slow down to allow Sammie to keep pace. She had some glass shards in her foot that would be cleaned up as soon as the chaos died down.

The sound of the roof door opening had you running for the stairs before Karen or Foggy could stop you

“Mommy!!” A sob tore from you as your daughter launched herself into your arms

“Baby are you hurt?where were you what happened?” It took you a minute to process what you were seeing

Your daughter pulling the black mask off her dark hair tumbling down her shoulders in a mess of curls

You looked to Matt silently questioning caught between relief and pure mamma bear rage

“I found her by the docks. She wasn’t taken she just wanted to help out. We already laid some strict ground rules” because you knew she was as stubborn as your husband -at least this way you knew she would be safe as she could be.

“Oh and this is Sammie” the shepherd eyed you warily before drawing closer for a sniff. When she learned that you were related she merely laid down at your feet with a tired huff and rolled over on her back demanding belly rubs

You had a love of dogs too especially Shepherds so it was no real question there. But it took you a moment before you realized what Matt had said and looked to your daughter who smiled “the bad man was gonna try and hurt me with his gun..but she protected me. Just like you said ‘member?”

At that you fully broke embracing both Matt and your daughter fiercely.

You had told her that story when she was first learning how to be respectful of other animals. How when you were at your lowest long before you met Matt that you had a pure black shepherd who was insanely protective of you. When you had suffered being homeless not once but twice in the cold Pennsylvania winter she was the only thing that kept you going.

And how someone had placed a call to animal control and she had been taken away.. for good

A nudge under your arm drew your attention. The resemblance was uncanny but it couldn’t be.. you were told she had been put down as she had seemingly out of the blue turned vicious and it had broken you.

A little bit of gray on her muzzle she’d be the right age..

“Sammie..babygirl?” When you were knocked back onto the floor by a black missle of fur and began to weep hysterically at first Matt was concerned.

But then he picked up your words between sobs “it’s you! Oh my god it’s you! My darling oh god how oh I don’t care!”

Matt pulled his daughter up onto his lap his own mask discarded and smiled at his daughter’s questioning look “you know I was thinking she was gonna be your service dog…but do you think you could share with mommy?” The little girl nodded “sure! Why’s mommy crying though?”

Matt smiled and kissed her temple “despite you scaring us half to death…you made a miracle happen sweetie… that IS Sammie”

Your daughter’s eyes widened almost comically and soon the three of you were on the floor together alongside Karen and Foggy being covered in kisses and the occasional paw to the face (you’d allow it this once she was happy to be home after all!)

You leaned over whispering to Matt “I’m still gonna kick Stick’s ass the next time I see him”

Matt smirked and pulled you close for a kiss “gotta beat me to it first sweetheart”

The End

[horsebf]

me at 12: [poorly drawn image with several fandom tags] here's ian and anthony from smosh but they're dogs and kissing

me now: they're going to execute me tomorrow because i said gary king would listen to pulp

[thearcanecat]

Intro Post!

Will be slightly less active during June and July. It may take me longer to reply to asks or dms.

Subject to change so check back in occasionally.

Hi! My name is Arcanum, you can call me Arc or Cat or any other nickname you can come up with. She/her, aroace, not a minor and half Japanese.

I write some fanfiction, do some cosplay, write little limericks and make silly ceramic art, both hand built and wheel thrown.

Give me a number 1-208 and I’ll put a limericks inspired by a Grimm fairytale in your ask box.

Feel free to tag me in stuff you think I’d like or tag games! If you do one with a song recommendation my dad also likes to do those so you’ll get two answers, one from each of us.

Fandoms

StarCanWreckedPulp but very specifically Hatchetfield

Critical Role

The Checquy/Rook Files by Daniel O’Malley

The Locked Tomb series by Tamsyn Muir

Folklore/Mythology (I’m literally majoring in Folklore it’s so cool)

In Stars and Time

Dropout specifically Game Changer, Make Some Noise and Very Important People

Miraculous Ladybug

My tags

#the arcane cat can talk - all my posts (sometimes reblogs that I added too but I am very inconsistent about that)

#the arcane cat can art - my art

#the arcane cat can write - my writing

#the arcane cat can cosplay - my cosplay

#as dice series - characters as sets of dice (feel free to put a character suggestion in my ask box)

#the arcane cat can halloween - halloween 2024 asks

#arc’s land of headcannons - headcannons

Spoiler tags

Let me know if I need to tag anything.

#critical role spoilers

#isat spoilers

#cinderella’s castle spoilers

#cinderellas castle spoilers

#pulp musicals spoilers

#tlt spoilers

#tlovm spoilers

My Ao3: TheArcaneCat

I am not very good at initiating or carrying on conversations, but I promise I’m friendly and want to talk with people!

I’ll spam your ask box if you want.

Random fun facts about me

I hate long sleeves and thus wear a cloak instead of jackets. I got it at a Ren Faire.

I collect tiny spoons.

I have read every fic under the Miss Holloway tag as well as the Douglas “Duke” Keane one on Ao3.

I have two cats and a dog. I love animals, feel free to send me photos of your pets, I will cherish them.

I live under a rock and know very little about pop culture outside of my fandoms.

I made little flash cards for all my mutuals to help me remember your names and pronouns.

I’m a forever GM and I enjoy it. Mainly dnd 5e but I want to explore other systems.

In listing the months of the year, I once forgot October existed. My friend still teases me about it.

My favorite fruit is an oro blanco.

No DNI but I block who I want.

[blood-mocha-latte]

hi rie!! 🍄❄️ and 🍬 for the writer ask game? <3

hello mon cherie! how are you on this fine day

writer ask game :)

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

this is like the third (fourth?) time i have gotten The Mushroom and love love love to you ALL because i will be talking the ears off anyone who will listen to me. but with demarco and macon in mota. they just have the vibes of modern au well adjusted couple that own like. a composter. i talked about this with @lamialamia a minute ago but i stand by it. they have a couch that's soley comprised of Dog Hair

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

GOD i don't even know. i think of Stuff and then i Write It lmao. i'd say that i keep running into walls (at 60mph) with the webgott pulp fiction au and want to like. find another Brain to write it but i know that i will not be satisfied unless i have Forged The Beast with my own two hands. it's ok though because i think i figured out the secret ingredient that will surely not make this wip any more complicated (luztoye and boxer toye)

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

hm. ron speirs is very interesting to write in an introspective and sort of Killer Mode type of thought process which is why i love speirton so much and sort of that freak4freak sentiment, but (and don't kill me here) overall i think he tends to be kind of overrated lmao. like. that's a war criminal

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

bad dog.

by euthymius "Don't." Joker’s mind games always managed to reduce Batman to a pitiful pulp of nothingness, the only thoughts in his head a sad song of Joker Joker Joker. It takes a situation of such arousal and dunks him into a cauldron of words too sharp for his brain to comprehend. He would never admit how wet and wanting it makes him. Every insult about how foolish he is for pretending their love is one-sided, every blade stuck through his skin. Every extensive monologue about what they have and what they could do with it if Batman just, for a moment, faltered. What if he just gave in? Words: 5581, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 2 of Batman: Gotham's Dirge Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Other Characters: Batman, Bruce Wayne, Joker (DCU) Relationships: Batman/Joker, Joker (DCU)/Bruce Wayne, Batjokes - Relationship Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, trans Batman, Transmasc Joker, he/it joker, t4t, Smut, slight religious imagery, Light Sadism, Top Joker (DCU), bottom batman, Submissive Batman, Master/Pet, Vaginal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Joker never shuts up, Batman barely speaks, Sleepy Sex, Batman is tired, Degradation kink ?, But also, Praise Kink, Joker needs to keep Batman for himself forever and ever, Shame, Porn with Feelings, Joker uses so many petnames, Slapping, Grinding, They're down so bad, Bruce Wayne is the Real Mask, They're in love in their own fucked up ways, Their first time with each other after waiting for so long, Set in 2008 via https://ift.tt/beEPH1f

[tennessee-igetlow]

About Me!

I'm Olly, I'm 14 (for now) and from England (unfortunately), and this is my third tumblr account ever (we do not talk about the other ones) but this is my first time actually trying to be active, yay! Some things about me are that I'm in a band and love playing guitar and singing, and write my own songs, I like to crochet and just make things in general, and I like going on walks!

Click below for (un)interesting stuff 👀

Interests:

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General:

I am a nerd about a lottt of things, I love music, I love video games, and I like being a fandom weirdo. I like watching Dan and Phil too :3.

Music:

Manic Street Preachers, The velvet Underground, Dead Kennedys <3

Also....:

The Smiths, Operation Ivy, Will Wood, Green Day, Against Me!, Car Seat Headrest, Lou Reed, Tally Hall, Pulp, Ramones, Mitski, Echo & The Bunnymen, My Chemical Romance, David Bowie, Radiohead, The Clash, Subhumans, Misfits, Shauna Dean Cokeland, The Cure, Nirvana, Crass, John Cale, Joy Division, Bad Religion, Descendents, Stiff Little Fingers, Limp Wrist, G.L.O.S.S., Sonic Youth, Rancid, Conflict, Minor Threat, Titus Andronicus, Reagan Youth, Suede, Fall Out Boy, Silverchair, Bauhaus, & Sisters Of Mercy

Films:

Dead Poets Society, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, What We Do in the Shadows <3

Also....:

Cornetto Trilogy, Pink Flamingos, The Man Who Fell To Earth, Rocky Horror Picture Show, Shock Treatment, all the star treks, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, Dog Day Afternoon, The Breakfast Club, My Best Friend is a Vampire, Ghostwatch, American Psycho, The Machinist, Mysterious Skin, Little Miss Sunshine, Pride, As You Are, Jojo Rabbit, Trainspotting, Rumble Fish, Christine

TV:

House MD, The Mighty Boosh, Torchwood <3

Also....:

Black Books, Community, Garth Marenghi's Darkplace, Ghosts, Good Omens, The IT Crowd, Misfits, Our Flag Means Death, Patrick Melrose, Peep Show, Sherlock, Star Trek once again, Toast of London, What We Do in the Shadows, Mythic Quest

I don't have a dni or anything just be chill, and that's all really! :3