#ada pan

[stephreviews]

The Iron Ladies (2018)

The Iron Ladies is a Taiwanese drama about 3 best friends in their 30's with successful careers at an online beauty company who are at different places in their personal lives, and one young man in his 20's, Su Can, who has just moved to Taipei and is still figuring out life. Of the 3 women, Zhou Kai Ting is engaged to her boyfriend of 7 years; Ma Li Sha is divorced and only keeps it casual; Wang Qing Qing has seemingly the perfect marriage.

Overall: 9/10

Personal growth of characters: 9/10. I will never get over what happened with Su Can in the last 2 episodes. 🤬 You'll know what I mean when you watch it.

Cheating bitches end up unhappy: 10000/10 Repeat after me: 👏cheaters👏are👏trash👏

Amazing friendships all around: 10/10

A woman ends the drama single and better for it: ♾️/10 We almost never see this in any shows ever. Period. We stan hot, independent women doing hot girl shit.

Overall, this drama was so well-thought out and well-developed. It's definitely a romance, but it also focuses both on the careers, friendships, and personal development of the characters. The show focuses on the importance of finding your happiness, and ugh, we need more dramas like this one.

[sskk-manifesto]

[divinekangaroo]

falling - pettiot - Peaky Blinders (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

PART ONE - DAY ONE

Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 | Ch 7 | Ch 8 | Ch 9

PART TWO - MONTH ONE (Or Maybe Month Two, Or Three)

Ch 10 | Ch 11 | Ch 12 | Ch 13 | Ch 14 | Ch 15 | Ch 16 | Ch 17 | Ch 18

PART THREE - YEAR ONE (Or So)

Ch 19 | Ch 20 | Ch 21 | Ch 22 | Ch 23 | Ch 24 | ??

A Modern AU take on Tommy's immediate return from military service, and the period between his demobilisation and the start of S1.

(Tags shall be progressively updated)

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Tommy Shelby/Lizzie Stark, Tommy Shelby/Freddie Thorne, Arthur Shelby, Polly Grey, Ada Shelby, John Shelby, Johnny Dogs, Various Lees, John Shelby's Children, Zhang, Mai (S1E1 Red Dust Girl), Sergeant Moss | Alternative Universe, Modern AU (ish), more tags at the link

[billie-the-sleepyhead]

I LOVE silly survivors when I play as Wesker!

I just had one of the best matches with a Dwight, two Adas and a Claire.

Claire found out I was friendly first(she dropped a pallet on my and I nodded) then the long red dress Ada. They proceeded to give me their flashlights and go around, with me following, and grabbing every item they could out of chests and making a small horde around the flashlights.

Dwight realized this while he was looking for a generator and placed his toolbox in the pile of gifts. They then proceeded to bounce in a circle around me.

(This is pictures of them circling me)

We had no clue where the other Ada was for a while(she was doing gens, Dwight was helping her at first but then got invested in what Claire and the red dress Ada were doing.

The last Ada was a bit more paranoid to trust me and the other three tried their best to persuade her to do so. She ended up hiding in a locker when the last gen popped so I picked her up(she didn’t wiggle) and dropped her in the exit where Ada and Dwight healed her(and then she was more willing to trust me as I didn’t hook her).

Claire was invested in smacking my butt any chance she got. And Ada smacked Claire’s butt.

Pictures taken by @galaxystargurl110 because she thought Ada forming a pile of gifts was cute so I handed her my phone.

[heroslitteraires]

Un monde où les enfants ne grandissent jamais.

Simon Rousseau.

Peter Pan. 230 pages.

ADA éditions.

Une vague de droguée jetant du haut d’immeubles, croyant pouvoir voler. La disparition d’une jeune femme, Wendy Gauthier, et de ses deux frères délinquants, évadé de leur pénitencier pour mineurs. Une île perdue dans la forêt boréale, habitée par une communauté déjantée et leur leader sans âge. Une baronne du crime nymphomane et amoureuse des bijoux en forme de clochettes. Un enquêteur médisant dépourvu de sa main droite, dévorée par un cannibale qui hante encore ses nuits.

Mon avis :

J’ai aimé cette version de Peter Pan où tout est étrange. Les gens font le mal sans culpabilité. On suit certains personnages au fil de la lecture, d’autres sont seulement de passage. Un mélange de perte de confiance entre les personnages, beaucoup d’horreur et de manigance dans ce roman. Les événements se passe dans la région de Québec et dans la forêt. On est loin du classique qu’on connait, malgré les personnages principaux qu’on connait. J’ai bien aimé ma lecture!

Lequel des contes interdits est votre préféré?

[allaboutyoupostnthings]

A Prayer for God’s Blessings on Families, Nations, and the World, Day 150, Ghana

Dear Heavenly Father, Thank you for today. Thank you for what you do for me each and every day and for that which I fail to notice. Thank you for taking care of my family, friends, and acquaintances. I ask that you shield and protect them and guide them in this life. Bring them safely home to you. Let them know that you are there for them. Never let me forget your presence in my life and guide…

[fish-br3ad]

Headcannons for pride month

Annabel-lesbian (she/her)

Lenore- lesbian (any pronouns)

Ada-bi (she/her)

Morella-bi with a preference for women (she/they)

Pluto-bi (also transmasc) (he/him)

Duke-pan (they/he)

Eulalie- biromantic asexual (she/they

Prospero- aroace (he/him)

Bernice-pan (she/her)

Montresor- demiromentic bi (he/him)

Will- gay gay homosexual gay (he/him)

[viking-raider]

The Frosting Captain

Summary-> Sy tackles a surprise for your daughter, Ada. Taking himself out of him comfort zone and elbows deep into frosting.

Pairing-> Austin "Sy" Syverson/Reader

Word Count-> 1.5k

Warnings-> PG: FLUFF, Cotton Candy Fluff, Light Teasing, Soft!Sy, SAHD!Sy, Nurse!Reader,

Inspiration-> This Instagram Video (This gent makes me think of Sy every time I see him, and his confections look so darn tasty!)

Author’s Note-> This is a work of Fiction! Part of my Syverson Family Chronicles! (You can't tell me Sy probably won't turn into Marshall, when he retires and becomes a stay at home dad!)

Ao3 Link-> HERE

Divider by->  @FIREFLY-GRAPHICS!

-> If you would like to get notifications for my writing! Just follow my Tag List blog, @VIKING-RAIDER-TAGLIST as well as my @VIKING-RAIDER-LIBRARY and turn on the notifications for it! It’s that easy!’ Ao3-> DRAGON_DWELLER

You entered the kitchen, returning home from a long day of work, to discover the last thing you expected of your husband of fifteen years. The tall and muscular, retired Army Captain, turned stay-at-home-dad, was bent over your chaotic center island, sporting nothing underneath your sunflower-print apron, beside his flour dusted, dark-wash jeans. The island and kitchen was littered with nearly every mixing bowl, baking sheet and pan you owned, along with rubber spatulas, wooden spoons, measuring spoons, and all the ingredients you needed to bake a cake.

Your face twisted in a stupefied expression of confusion. Sy wasn’t a baker. The man could cook, yes. He could grill a mean piece of meat. But the delicate nature of making cake to Syverson was like pulling the pin on a grenade. Something he’d rather not do, under any situation. So, finding him meticulously layering and filling a cake made you want to make sure you hadn’t walked into the wrong home.

“Austin?” You croaked, blinking at him.

Sy started, a glob of Peanut Butter buttercream dripping over the side as his hand slipped with the icing knife. “Hey, Sugar!” He replied, giving you a sheepish grin, scraping the buttercream off the side and back into the bowl. “How was your day?” He asked, stepping over to kiss you.

“It was all right.” You replied, nodding and kissing him back. “What have you been doing all day?” You inquired, cocking a brow around the kitchen.

“Oh.” Sy chuckled, a soft pink appearing over his bearded cheeks. “Well, um…” He cleared his throat, wiping his palms on the apron. “I overheard Ada on the way to school this morning, that she wanted a butterfly cake for her birthday. So,...” He twisted his upper body towards his hard work.

Your heart melted, grinning at your Bear. “So, you’re making her a butterfly cake.”

“Yeah.” He nodded, looking back to you, a little abashed. “Not sure how it’s going.”

“Well, let’s have a look.” You said, moving around him.

“I’m going for this.” Sy explained, picking up his flour-y, buttercream covered phone, to show you the vision he had. “I have her favorite flavors. Peanut Butter buttercream, with a chocolate drizzle between.”

“Mmm, sounds tasty.” You hummed, looking at the beautiful and simple enough looking cake, he was attempting. “How far are you?”

“I have one wing done, it’s in the fridge.” He answered, jerking his head in the appliance’s direction. “I just have the last wing and the body to do, then decorating.”

You took a cheeky taste of the buttercream. “Oh god.” You moaned, licking your lips.

“It’s awful, isn’t it?” Sy asked, looking at you, worried. “I knew my ratios were off.” He growled at himself, snapping up the bowl.

“Austin.” You gasped, grabbing for the bowl before he could harm the buttercream inside. “Your ratios are perfect.” You assured him, wedging yourself between him and the counter, stopping him completely. “You made it yourself, from scratch?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, looking down at it.

You cupped his face in your hands. “It’s really good, babe. Don’t you dare toss it. I will not forgive you.” You giggled, kissing him softly.

Sy sighed into the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours. “Thanks, Sugar.”

“Ma!” Ada’s voice called out.

“Christ, she can’t--”

You understood, flying out of the kitchen, stopping your youngest from getting anywhere near the kitchen and her surprise. “Hey, munchkin!” You greeted her, whisking her up into a big hug and twirling her away from the kitchen. “I missed your sweet face today!” You told her, smiling as you heard her giggle.

“I missed you today, Mama.” Ada chuckled, locking her arms around your waist and gazed up at you. “Can you help me with my math? Daddy is being a sneaky bean in the kitchen.”

“He is being a sneaky bean in there. He won’t even tell me what he’s doing. But I’m sure he’ll tell us soon enough, Cricket.” You hummed, stroking her soft curls out of her face. “Til then, let’s go do your homework.” You said, before guiding her towards her room, looking over your shoulder towards the kitchen, seeing Sy pop around the corner, holding up his phone and nodded; understanding.

Finishing Ada’s homework, you checked on your sons, Myles and Colt, finding Myles absorbed in playing Call of Duty and Colt with his nose buried in his latest book. You spent time with them, ensuring their homework was finished and they all stayed out of the kitchen, leaving their father’s secret mission undiscovered.

“Mama, I’m hungry.” Colt whined, coming to stand in Myles’s bedroom door, leveling a look at you as you sat beside Myles, playing Plate Up with him.

“All right, bud.” You replied, eyes still glued to your oldest’s tv as you rushed to serve customers as Myles ran the kitchen. “I’ll order some pizza. How’s that sound? You just come and help your brother keep our Cafe, Sip and Dip, running, while I do that.”

“Can I get extra sausage!” Myles asked, his blue eyes big with hopeful persuasion.

“Yeah, I’ll put it on your half. What do you want on your half, Colt?” You nodded, handing your controller over to him. 

“Just pepperoni, Mama.” He shrugged, sliding into your vacated slot on Myles’s bed.

Nodding, you slipped out into the hall, heading to ask what Ada wanted on her half of a pizza, when your phone chimed with ‘Simple Man’ by Lynyrd Skynyrd, informing you of a text notification.

Sy: I’m finished.

You: Not a moment too soon either! I’ll come down and look in a moment.

You pocketed your phone and popped your head into Ada’s room. “Hey, Cricket. I’m ordering pizza for dinner tonight. What do you want on your half of the pizza?”

“Extra pepperoni!” She declared, looking up from her tablet.

“On the order.” You smiled, then headed to see how Sy’s cake turned out for her. “All right, Bear, let's see!” You called, entering the kitchen and discovering him in the act of cleaning things up.

“Now, before you see it.” Sy warned, loading the dishwasher. “Just remember I did almost all of this by hand, from scratch.”

“I will.” You nodded, grinning at your husband, knowing, no matter how it turned out, Sy had put his heart and soul into this cake for your daughter. And that was the most important ingredient of all. “I’m sure it looks beautiful, Sy. And having had some of the buttercream you made, from scratch,” You said, seeing how covered in flour, batter and frosting his poor phone was, from looking at recipes and photo references. “It’ll taste amazing.”

Sy nodded, his unruly curls falling against his forehead as he moved towards the refrigerator, where he had it stored. “She’s going to hate it.” He gulped, his hand grasping the handle.

“Good lord, man.” You giggled, shaking your head with a smirk, putting your hand over his. “How many deployments? Three kids, that are your spitting image, in every way possible! And you’re frightened by a piece of cake.” You teased him, almost cackling with amusement. “The pin has been pulled on the grenade, Captain Frosting.” You said, pulling open the refrigerator door for him. “The only thing left to do is eat it!”

Inside was a cute and pastel butterfly cake.

An eight-inch round for the body, with the peanut butter buttercream and a chocolate ganache between three layers, for Ada’s obsession with Reese's cups. The wings were made from a twelve-inch round cake that Sy had divided and used each half for one of the wings on either side. All three pieces were carefully, but roughly, covered in pink, white and blue fondant. A valiant effort from a pair of hands hardened with callouses. Sy had done a little piping bag work with a green frosting, creating wobbling little lines along the tops of the cakes, down their sides and bottoms. He had even attempted to make a couple fondant flowers with the fondant he had left, dotting them in a couple places, before deciding he wasn’t very good at them and didn’t make anymore. Finally, for the butterfly’s antennae, he used two strawberry Pocky sticks.

“Well?” Sy rasped behind you, his eyes on the side of your face, studying it for every hint of reaction.

A smile crossed your face and you turned to face him, slipping your arms inside the apron he still had on, feeling the warm, but tense, skin of his sides as you did. “It’s gorgeous, Sy.” You assured him, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of his neck. “She’ll absolutely love it.” You hummed, nuzzling the side of his face.

“You know how I know?”

“How?” He cooed, closing his arms around you.

“Her Daddy made it all for her.” You murmured, kissing the corner of his mouth. “And it is lovely, Austin.” You reaffirmed, brushing your fingers through the back of his hair.

Sy bent his head, his lips brushing your ear. “I left some of the buttercream and ganache, for later.” He purred hotly.

“You naughty baker.” You moaned, licking your lips and letting your mind wander, as Sy’s hands found the slope of your bum.

“Mama! When’s the pizza gonna be here!” Myles shouted from the top of the stairs.

“Right, I’m supposed to be ordering pizza for dinner.”

“What a terrible way to ruin dessert.” Sy laughed, kissing you deeply.

[asagirisfavpen]

Pushing the gay agenda onto bsd because I can

Ada:

- Dazai - demiromantic, bi, preference for women, he knew from like 10 he's not straight

- Kunikida - demiaroace, that's basically implied in the show, he/they pronouns, bi with preference for women, took him a very long time (like 22 years) to figure out he also likes men

- Ranpo - aroace spec, gay, prefers he/it pronouns but wouldn't actually care

- Yosano - lesbian, knew since day one, she/they

- Kyouka - she never thought abt this kinda stuff but she doesn't think she'd really care abt the gender of the person she likes, somewhere on the ace spectrum, doesn't care about pronouns

- Kenji - doesn't really understand, he says he loves everyone

- Atsushi - bi, preference for men (women scare him but it's understandable because the women he knows are Yosano and Kyouka), he/they but he's too afraid to ever tell ppl that

- Fukuzawa - literally never thought abt this before meeting Ranpo, but he now thinks he's bi without really any preference

- Tanizaki - transmasc he/him, is always too awkward to correct ppl

- Naomi - pan, absolutely no preference or care for the gender of the person she likes

- Haruno - she/he, aroace

Port Mafia:

- Chuuya - demiaroace, transmasc he/they, will correct you if you misgender him, bi with preference for men, he probably always knew he likes men and was shocked when he found out that some ppl only like one gender

- Kouyou - bi-curious but she's not wondering is she likes women, she's wondering if she likes men

- Mori - bi, preference for Elise

- Tachihara - never had the time to think abt, always assumed he's straight but then he got a crush on Gin and was panicking he is gay. He's bi. Then after figuring out he's bi he realized he's also transmasc

- Gin - agender, couldn't care less about pronouns, pan

- Akutagawa - demiaro, ace, bigender she/he

- Hirotsu - bi, huge preference for women, only like one man in his whole life

- Higuchi - lesbian (her crush on Aku is comphet), she/they

- Kaji - queer. Just queer. No label for this man woman thing

- Verlaine - they/them, gay

- Rimbaud - he/she/they, gay(er)

- Albatross - she/he, bi

- Pianoman - pan (Lippmannsexual), uses he/him pronouns but wouldn't really care if ppl would use any other pronoun

- Lippmann - gender-fluid, bi with preference for nb ppl, will sue snyone (kill anyone) if they misgender him

- Doc - gay

- Iceman - aroace

- Odasaku - doesn't care for a label, likes who he likes, is who he is

The Guild:

- Fitzgerald - Zeldasexual, never loved or will love anyone else so he's not even thinking about it (his pronouns are U/S/A /j)

- Louisa - bi, preference for women

- Poe - has a gay crisis every other day because "what if this is the wrong label????" So he just says gay or queer

- Lucy - transfem she/her will kill anyone who misgenders her

- Margaret - seems homophobic but is actually an ally, she thought Lucy how to girl, she's questioned if she's bi before

- Nathaniel - homophobic homosexual (bisexual but refuses to admit his crushes on men because of religion)

- Mark - bi

- John - he/she, gay

- Lovecraft - genderqueer, aroace spec

- Herman - ally

Hunting dogs:

- Fukuchi - gay for Fukuzawa

- Tecchou - doesn't really understand it, he thinks that ppl shouldn't even label just love, and doesn't care what pronouns ppl use for him but if ppl misgender others he will correct them

- Jouno - gay, transmasc, will torture ppl if they misgender him

- Teruko - she/they/xe, queer

Decay of Angels:

- Sigma - agender, any pronouns, aroace spec

- Nikolai - he/it transmasc, gay

- Fyodor - aroace

- Bram - was once asked by Nikolai if he's gay and said "No. I'm actually too tired to feel gay right now." He/she

Other ppl:

- Ango - doesn't have time to fall in love or even think abt it, he/she

- Tsujimura - bi-curious

- Ayatsuji - says they're above gender (agender) and aroace

- Aya - currently questioning her gender (and life choises)

- Adam - non-binary, any pronouns

- Katai - transmasc, he/they/it, bi

[lilithprincessofdarkness]

⛧ On Satan by Leala Daigle⛧

Sigil: The Sigil of Samael in Ancient Jewish Tradition

Satan is the embodiment of the Wiccan Horned God or the Mesopotamian Ningishzida, the Roman Thanatos, or Mors/Mars. The Jewish Archangel Samael, who was also identified with the demon/jinni Eblis by Ada Langworthy Collier. However, the fate of his story, it lives on in all different cultures. He even combines people's cultures as he tried to make the followers of his Father into Pagans by making a statue of a golden calf move. Samiri, Melkira, Belkira, Smal are all names he went by. He is a dragon lord who rules 5th Heaven in the Netherworld and is associated with mirrors with Lilith his wife.

He even tried to have Lilith seduce Jacob. He is a God of birth death and sex and is both feared and loved, he is a snake which symbolizes all these things, and he's connected to the zodiac signs Aries and Scorpio, and the planet Mars, and the direction North. He has many wives including Gaia and Lilith and is the King of the Earth.

He loves women and the Earth and all its glory. Death is not evil, sex is not evil, birth is not evil, the Earth is not evil. We as humans have made these things evil. The female version of Satan is Lilith, his wife in the Kabbalah they are connected as one soul and seen as the shadow Adam and Eve. Satan is also seen as Lilith's son with Lucifer, Pan, a God of fertility music and agriculture, and Satan is also seen as the female Lamia/Naamah and her male counterpart Mormo.

HAIL SATAN AND LUCIFER LET EVERYONE BE FREE ❤️- Lailith Hazot Venus

Sources:

Dan, Joseph, ‘Samael, Lilith, and the Concept of Evil in Early Kabbalah, https://cambridge.org, October 2009. https://www.cambridge.org/core/journals/ajs-review/article/abs/samael-lilith-and-the-concept-of-evil-in-early-kabbalah/E9CBB1BD77735680204FCB44C0C92A19

Kadman, Baal. Samael: A History. New Haven, CT, Baal Kadman, 2022.

My Book of Shadows

More Satanic Poetry:

[primrosepurple234]

In honor of pride month, I’ll be talking about my resident evil label head cannons and my favorite ships

Ps: I’m a multi-shipper, so the ships I bring up aren’t my end all be all, but just my favorite for each main character

Chris: gay… have you seen the way this man treats every woman he comes across, and he was originally in love with Wesker, but moved on and is now in love with Leon.

Jill: straight, but Demisexual, she needs to have formed a deep bond before getting physically attracted to someone, she fell in love emotionally, then later physically, with Carlos.

Carlos: he gives me straight vibes, but he's a hopeless romantic

Leon: bi with a preference for men, had a very one-sided thing with Krauser(on krausers side). There was some tension with Ada, but he eventually ended up with Chris.

Claire: a lesbian, and she was SOOOOO confused for the longest time of the fact that she could never really develop feelings for men, especially men who were known in canon to be attractive, like Leon, but she eventually figured it out, and has a massive crush on Ada that she wants to take to her grave, but probably won't. (Redfields and their horrible romantic tastes)

speaking of which, Ada: Bi with no particular preference, she doesn't really think of it most of the time, too busy with work and all. it's also the fact that her relationships are normally marred with the fact that she's this "amazing unknowable superspy" ( I'm looking at you Simmions), but Claire doesn't really care about that type of thing.

Wesker- Pan, could not give less of a fuck about their gender, but definitely has a type, and by that, I mean people with savior complexes. had a thing with Miss. Muller , and then with Chris.

Rebecca: likes dudes, but is asexual, and falls in love with Billy

[crzy-gh0st]

OOC INTRO AND RULES!!

This is a nevermore oc rp blog. and before you say anything I'm well aware she doesn't look like a nevermore oc. Don't flame me </3.

they werent made with the intention of fitting the "nevermore academy rules". I have excuses reasons.

Est time zone but i tend to be online alot due too a shitty sleeping schedule

anywho, rule time!!

RULES

1. pretty please dont be mean to mean. Being mean to Val is fine, shes a bitch lowkey. Just uh not me </3

2. no nsfw! im a minor! gosh, keep it in your pants.

3. no fastpass spoilers. i am a fastpasser, but still. dont wanna spoil it for other!

4. no copy and paste/chain messages. please keep asks to only rp things or ooc questions.

5. if its enjoyably feel free to ship val with anyone (unless its an obvious no), just send me a quick ask first so i know!

6. just have funnn. be sillay, because thats what were here to do!!

VAL STUFF

NAME: Valerie

(Goes by Val)

PRONOUNS: She/They

SEXUALITY: Pan (with a preference for women)

AGE: 19

DATE OF BIRTH: February/7/1984

DATE OF DEATH: August/31/2003

CAUSE OF DEATH: Overdose

STYLE: Scene

PERSONALITY TRAITS: Pretty annoying, enjoys pissing people off, loud, hyper energetic, most definitely has mental issues, rarely/ doesnt show weakness, oh so unserious, absent-minded, bratty

SPEACH: An annoying amount of 2000's slang.

(Sick, Take a chill pill, Your mom, le, XD, Rawr, Oof, Rekt, etc.)

MEMORYS: Multiple small memories but she forgets them not long after remembering them

SUITCASE: craft kit, mp3 player, wired headphones, scissors, a pack of markers and a notebook, a locked diary she has recently guessed the code for, and pack of pop-tarts

EXTRA STUFF: enjoys/enjoyed Avril Lavigne ALOT (basic, ik, just shhh), unmanifested, she unsure why but she does remember things she enjoyed while alive (movies, hobbies, etc.), rarely has good sleep at nevermore (due to night paralysis and anxiety attacks because of withdrawal)

(this is unfinished, i will be adding to this. i may reblog with something along the lines of "updated this" when i do. idk.)

(PFP ART BY MY QUEEN @r0sy-maple-m0th)

FULL ART FROM THE PFP HERE

VALS GROUP;

kane - @b4ckseat-bingo-ch4mp

madeline - @undergroundbell

evangeline - @evangeline-diaries

[tbc];

OTHER NEVERMORE RP BLOGS

Ocs!

margret - @margret-nevermore-student1

boria - @boria-volkov

helen - @everybody-hates-helen

ligeia - @sea-creature-fanatic

eleonora - @eleonoras-library

noeline - @fortheloveofnoline

hoshi - @nottokyodrift

sandy - @little-red-axeing-wood

Clusterfucks

annabel - @annabelleewhitlock, @l4dy1nwh1te

prospero - @rats-of-death

ada - @adaa-lovelace

monty - @asshole-cowboy-devil

genderbent monty - @montresor-genderbend-cowgirl

will - @diary-of-a-willy-kid

Misfits:

lenore - @lenorevandernacht

duke - @duke-laurent

pluto - @purr-of-smoke

eulalie - @imtheghostnow

berenice - @berenicenevermore

morella - @angel-in-green

pluto - @purr-of-smoke

Staff (and others)

deans - @nevermore-merry-official, @nevermore-mourn-official

dolly - @nevermores-only-nurse

poppet - @your-favorite-teacher-poppet

wisps - @wispsofthenevermoreacademy

the stag - @youcantrunfromthewildhunt

void boy - @a-boy-in-a-void

the hounds - @theloyalhoundsofthewildhunt

the raven - @a-raven-thats-not-so-raven

eulalie's doll - @never-doll

Backstory/Background characters

johnny & sally - @johnny-kicking-up-dust

luca - @way2rich4this

theo - @theo-vandernacht

prosperos mother - @motheroftheratman

montresors mother - @blessedangel666

egaeus - @egaeus-exists

manor girls - @victemsoffical

thomas - @mastertamerlanethomas

catterina - @aristro-cat-catterina

sallie - @the-kansas-kutie

percy - @teaandcheckmates

basement girl - @randombasementgirl

ira whitlock - @ira-whitlock-official

isidor - @isidor-fauntleroy

eulalie's doll - @never-doll

Antonia @cutelillesbian

montys dog - @a-worthless-mutt

nessa- @yourfavemaid

lucille - @lucille-vandernacht

thaddeus - @thaddeus-vandernacht

bathroom boy - @im2kool4school

viktor -@not-viktorr

matteo - @ihaterats

[phoward89]

Series Masterlist

Chapter 2:

It was nearing dusk (and curfew) and you were sweeping the floor, finishing up for the evening whenever the doorbell chimed, indicating that somebody has walked in. Without even looking up to see who it was, you said, “Shop's closed, if you need anything you can reach Doula Ada at her apartment upstairs.”

“I’m not here for Doula Ada, darling. I'm here for you.” A baritone, you only just heard earlier in the day, told you as the sound of heavy bootsteps echoed against the hardwood floor you were sweeping up.

You lifted your head up, only to see Coryo. A warm, but small, smile crossed your lips as you took in his appearance. He was still in his light grey uniform, but was no longer wearing the helmet. Said helmet was hooked onto the rifle that was slung across his shoulder. You discovered that his buzzcut was blonde. A natural platinum blonde that border lined white. 

His hair was so pure, like snow. 

Like his name.

Was he too pure as snow?

No, Private Coriolanus Snow was as pure as snow once a dog lifts it's leg and pisses on it. He's yellow, dirty, defiled Snow. Not pure white snow.

But you'll never find that out.

No, he'll always put on a manipulative face for you because you're the girl he's madly in love (more like obsessed) with. 

“Why?” You simply asked, sweeping up your dirt pile into a dustpan.

“To walk you home since curfew’s about to go into effect.” 

“Oh.” You said, feeling silly for even asking, as you dumped the contents of the dust pan into the trash. Of course he wanted to make sure you got home without breaking the weekday curfew. He was your new friend; was looking out for you. “That's really sweet of you. Thanks.”

 “No need to thank me, Y/N. After all, what are friends for?” Coryo told you with a closed lip smile. His words sounded so sincere to you.

But what you didn't know was that he viewed you as more than a friend. As his girlfriend, well actually his future wife, and just wanted to walk you home to show off that you're his girl. That you belong to him.

And now that he knows your boss, Doula Ada, lived in the apartment above the shop and answers her door at all hours in case someone needs aid, well… Looks like he's getting you fired after walking you home tonight.

“I'll only be a minute; then we can go.” You told your peacekeeper friend while going to put the broom and dustpan away in the small storage closet.

“Do you live nearby?” You heard him ask while closing the closet after tucking away the broom.

“No.” You shook your head, going over to the counter where your apothecary book was. Grabbing the old leather bound book and tucking it under your arm, you explained, “I live in the Seam, on the other side of the district.”

“That’s quite a walk, darling.” Coryo pointed out what you knew first hand as you crossed the shop, heading over to him. “Maybe I should look out for you; walk you home every night I have patrol duty.” The light blonde peacekeeper suggested, placing a hand on the small of your back once you reached him. Ushering you out the door, he added in, “Just to make sure you're safe.”

And by keep you safe, what Coriolanus really meant was keep you from interacting with anyone that wasn't him. Because he can't have you talking to another man. Especially that one who seemed so concerned about you this morning, the dirty blonde man. 

Hell, if he could he'd lock you up to keep you away from men’s roaming eyes. To keep you from talking to strange men. Just the thought of men approaching you makes him sick to his stomach with jealousy.

None of these pigs in this dirty coal district deserve to look at you. You don't belong to them. You belong to him. You're his girl.

And since you're his, he's taking you back to the Capitol with him. In the Capitol, he'll be able to lock you up in a pretty golden gilded cage. A cage that wouldn't consist of metal bars, but of his family's Corso apartment.

Coryo knows you'll love the Snow penthouse; will make it into a true home again with your warmth and kindness. Warmth and kindness that reminds him of his mother. She was the light in the Snow family and when she died, along with Coriolanus' baby sister, nothing but darkness remained. 

Perhaps once Coriolanus brings you home to the Capitol, you'll give him a baby girl to dote on? Yes, that's exactly what you'll do. You'll fill his penthouse with love and will provide him with a daughter to brighten his life. A daughter the two of you can name after his mother. To honor the woman that you remind him of.

But the problem is, despite how nice (let's face it, the Snow's 12th floor Corso penthouse is falling apart; is such a dump that rats use it as a hotel) his family's penthouse is in the Capitol, its not your home. No, your home’s a wooden house (that could be called a glorified shack) that's couple of rows up from the Covey house at the edge of the Seam.

Your home’s with your older brother, Rein, and his girlfriend, Ashlie. Rein works and as a coalminer to put a roof over your head and food in your belly. And Ashlie works late every weekend serving rowdy dunks and peacekeepers at the Hobb’s bar. Poor Ashlie’s even put her dreams of having children of her own on hold to help your brother take care of you; raise you.  

They've done and sacrificed so much to take care of you. To raise you. And no matter what, home's always with them.

Which is a big problem for your new friend, Peacekeeper Coryo since he's determined to rip you away from the only home you've ever known to bring you back to the Capitol with him. He's not leaving you behind. In his mind, Coriolanus is getting the both of you out of 12- To never return. 

And he'll lie, cheat, and kill to do it.

But that's something you don't need to worry about, cause he'll do all the worrying for you.

After some time of walking, the brick buildings and cobblestone streets of the merchants sector faded away, morphing into dirt roads and wooden houses. Houses that were different variations of shacks, in Coriolanus' opinion. The lack of street lamps was also prevalent in the Seam. Instead, houses would have oil lanterns lit and hanging on the wooden beams of front porches or by the front door to light the way for miners that worked the graveyard shift.

Coriolanus doesn't (repeat he does not) like the idea of you walking alone along the dark, muddy, scum infested streets of the Seam during dusk. In his opinion it's unsafe. Despite the fact that you've grown up in the Seam around the people he views as dangerous district scum, the area in the grunt's mind is dangerous. 

Just the thought of some street rat dragging you in an alley behind some wooden buildings and having their way with you in the dark, as you innocently walk home from a hard day's work at the apothecary, makes him want to empty the contents of his stomach. Just the thought of some coal dust covered bastard pig trying to take advantage of you makes his blood boil. And it's all the more reason why he has to protect you from harm by walking you to and from places while he's on patrol in the district. 

It's also another reason why he needs to bring you home with him to the Capitol.

“How much further is it, little dove?” Coriolanus asked, hoping that your house was close because he didn't want to walk the entire mud filled Seam to reach it.

Maybe he could arrange for you to live in one of the apartments in the Merchant Sector, closer to the path that leads to the barracks? He could only send half of his pay home to Tigris and Grandma'am; keep the other half to pay your rent and buy you groceries. Yea, he'd do that for you. 

Because you're Private Coriolanus Snow's girl now and he has to keep you close; protect you from your neighbors, acquaintances, and the district scum.

“Not much.” You told him, passing by the house that your friend Lil shared with her brother Spruce and her boyfriend, a miner named Arlo Chance. 

Arlo worked with your brother, Rein, in the mines. They weren't friends, but they were kosher with each other when they crossed paths.

You noticed how the lantern was lit on Lil and Spruce's porch, meaning that Arlo was working the graveyard shift at the mines tonight. You knew that when you got home that the only one their to greet you would be Ashlie since Rein always worked the same shift that Arlo did.

You didn’t remember your brother remarking that he was working the night shift tonight. But maybe it slipped your mind, maybe he forgot to tell you? 

What you didn't see while passing by Lil’s house, with Coryo's hand firmly taking a possessive residence on the small of your back, was Spruce peeking out of the window, using the moth eaten drapes to shield most of his face, as he looked for his sister's boyfriend to come home after completing a risky mission for the rebel cause.

“That's my house right there.” You pointed to a wooden shack with a porch. The roof had a few patches and the wooden porch had steps that looked half rotten.

The platinum blonde at your side wrinkled his nose in disgust. Your house was no better than a chicken coop, in his opinion. Oh, that just wouldn't do for his girl. 

No.

His darling rose deserves the very best. And he plans on giving it to you. 

Just like how his cold hearted father had given his warm hearted mother everything money could buy once he united them in love and marriage.

Pulling his attention off of the house, which had a dim light glowing out from underneath the front door, and turning to you, Coryo asked, “Do you live alone?”

He wanted you to say yes, so that he could come inside and properly give you the love that you deserved. Cover your body in open mouth kisses, touch you til you shook with desire, and fuck you til you moaned his name in pleasure.

By how sweet you seemed, he just knows that you’re a virgin. He wants to take your virginity, claim you as his while ruining you for any and all other men in this lifetime. 

Coriolanus lost his virginity, as a bet, with a stranger while drunk in the alley behind a club when he was in the Academy. He didn't regret it. In fact, it gave him some much needed experience.

But you on the other hand…

Well, you’ll be fucking only him. And he's going to make sure of that. 

“No.” You shook your head, only to explain your answer with, “I live with my older brother, Rein, and his girlfriend, Ashlie.” 

“Can I meet them?” Your new friend asked with a smile. A smile that was sickeningly sweet, too wide, and showed way too much of his pearly white teeth. Barred teeth, much like a wolf’s.

You thought that he was genuinely interested in meeting your family because he wanted to make a good impression- being your new friend and all. But the cold, hard truth was that Private Snow wanted to meet your family in order to size up the people he has to separate you from. Coriolanus doesn't give a shit about your family. In his opinion they're district scum; don't deserve having an angel like you living amongst them.

No.

Only he deserves to have you living with him.

But…

One could say that he's an angel himself.

A fallen angel.

The fallen angel that was the most beautiful of them all.

Lucifer himself.

So if you're his angel then he's your devil.

Can't have one without the other, after all.

Even tho darkness was taking over the sky, the way you worried your lip didn't go unnoticed by Coryo. Giving you a look full of tenderness (Was it real or was it fake? Who knows, who cares.) he softly asked, “What's wrong, Y/N?”

Letting out a heavy sigh, you told him, “Coryo, they're leery of peacekeepers. Maybe we should wait a while before we do introductions, okay?”

The platinum blonde, Capitol born and bred peacekeeper didn't like that answer. Didn't like it one bit. You want to hide your relationship with him because you're afraid of your family's reaction. 

Yea…

He can't have that. He needs everyone-

EVERYONE-

Including your scummy miner brother and his district whore to know that you're with him.

He's got nothing to hide. And your Coryo's not going to let you hide him like some dirty little secret.

No, he’s going to meet your family and let them know that you belong to him.

But he'll pacify you; won't go pass your threshold tonight once he walks you to the door. 

“Okay, but let's not wait too long. I don't want to be almost done with my 20 years of Peacekeeper service when we do the introductions.” Coriolanus told you, his smile teasing, as he walked you to your door.

“It won't be that long.” You assured your new friend. 

“I know it won't be, darling.” Coryo confidently told you. But what he didn't tell you was that within the week he plans on striding inside of your house, staring down your family and telling them who you belong to.

And you belong to him, not them, now.

“Lil’s lantern's on, I thought you'd be working the graveyard shift with Arlo.” You told your brother upon seeing him sitting on a ratty armchair, smoking while watching Ashlie drain a pot full of boiling potatoes in the kitchen sink (which was more or less a glorified basin with metal rust spotted legs, whenever you walked thru the door.

Your older brother shook his head. “The fool took on an extra shift.” He said around a lungful of smoke that he blew out of his mouth.

“Supper's almost ready.” Ashlie announced, placing the pot on the counter only to start mashing the potatoes with a wooden spoon that was splintered and had seen better days. “How was your day at the apothecary shop?” Your brother's girlfriend asked as you walked by the kitchen on your way to your bedroom, so that you could put your book away on your bedside table (like you do every night when you get home).

“It was fine.” You answered, entering the hall.

It was more then fine, since you made a new friend. But you weren't ready to tell anyone about Coryo just yet.

Only if you knew how great of a friend Coryo really was. Would you still be mesmerized by his crystal blue eyes, platinum buzz cut, and strong jaw that makes him look more like a god then a man, if you knew how black his soul was? Would you want him around you if you knew how he was destroying your livelihood? 

The wooden stairs lightly creaked underneath the weight of Coriolanus’ boots as he made his way to Doula Ada’s apartment above the apothecary shop. The street lamps made his shadow look long, dark, and lean. Like an ominous horror creature of sorts. 

Except a horror creature would probably be more friendlier then Coriolanus Snow. 

When he reached the door of the flat, he balled his hand into a fist and furiously banged on it. “Peacekeeper, open up!” Coriolanus loudly ordered, knowing that tossing his weight around (despite just being a grunt) would get him the results he wanted.

Everyone in the districts bow down to peacekeepers. Listen to them, even if they don't respect them.

Except for you. His girl. You doesn't cower when you see him in his full uniform. No, you locked eyes with him and gave him the warmest, kindest smile that made love bloom and blossom between the two of you immediately.

You’re proud to be on his arm because you fell in love with him at first sight, just like he did with you. Cupid’s arrow struck at the right moment, when you and Coriolanus laid eyes on each other and shared smiles. And you can't tell him otherwise.

When the door opened, an older woman stood in the doorway. She didn't look him in the eye as she addressed him. “What's the matter, Sir? I've paid the rent for my shop and have a permit to allow me travel after curfew to tend to my patients.”

Coriolanus pushed past Doula Ada, causing her to stumble- she would've fallen if she didn't grab the door to keep her upright, and darkly chuckled. “For owning the only apothecary in the district, your apartment's poorly furnished.”

“Is there a reason you're here, Sir?” The doula asked, clutching her chest. It was painted all over her face that she was afraid.

Good, she should be afraid. Coriolanus could destroy her entire bloodline if he wanted with a snap of his finger and the simple word of rebel.

Ignoring the older woman, Coriolanus walked over to a small table that had a couple of pictures neatly arranged on it. The picture that caught his eye was one that had the dirty blonde man and flaxen haired girl he saw exit the shop earlier that day. So, they were the doula’s family.

Good. Very good. That means they can be used for leverage to get what he wants.

Picking up the framed photograph, he looked at it for a second or so before flashing it at Doula Ada. “This your family?”

“Yes.” Doula Ada nodded. “That's my daughter and her fiance. Why do you ask?”

Placing the picture back where he found it, Coriolanus turned to the woman and calmly, but coldly, ordered, “Fire Y/N Halvir or else I'll make sure you see your family hang for treason.”

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[dustyrkives]

No One But Me

PAIRING: Ada Wong x fem reader

WARNINGS: RE6 Ada, dark Ada, stalking, infatuation, possessive behavior, obsession, dubious morality, yandere-tendencies, psychological horror, st@ged k!dn@pping, v!olence, manipulation and that's about it, I think.

SYNOPSIS: Ada Wong has always been a woman of control, precision, and purpose. But when she sees you—a scientist entangled in the chaos of bioterrorism—something shifts. What begins as mere curiosity festers into something deeper, darker. You are hers. You just don’t know it yet. And Ada? She’s more than willing to teach you. PS: this is also based on my old published works. Feedback is appreciated <3

MEN, MINORS DNI

One, apathy

I am what I am, and I am nothing.

Eyes wide like a deer in headlights, soft skin, and plump lips–oh, Ada knew she'd be thinking about you for the entirety of her mission.

Two, disruption.

Now what's a pretty girl like you doing in the submarine she's infiltrated? And why were you escorted out with security carrying a briefcase handcuffed to your right hand?

Three, curiosity. One quick moment to crane the neck.

Before the mercenary can satiate her curiosity about you, shouts of armed men alarm you of her presence, hence your adorable expression as your guards quickly drag you across the hallway–and matchless against the men, Ada ran begrudgingly.

Now, Ada couldn't care less about how others perceived her, but she felt like she had just made a fool of herself before you.

Ada's face burns as she slams the door behind her, she fixes her expression. Sharp eyes narrow to slits as she finds herself fooled by Simmons; gloved hands nearly crush her device–not only did she make a fool of herself, she was deceived by her employer too.

Cold, brown eyes snap to the photo displayed atop the oak desk. With slow, sure strides–Ada approaches, careful for any traps engineered in the room as she finally takes the photo, most of the subjects were unknown to her until she sees those familiar summer-like innocent features while you stand with your fellow scientists and researchers. Ada despised how her eyes greedily searched your picture, searching for anything–nothing.

But no matter.

The short-haired woman tears your picture from the other scientists and rolls it carefully before inserting it into her utility belt before fleeing from the self-destructing submarine for one: to solve whatever game Simmons drags her into and, of course, an excuse to find out about you: what did this have to do with you? And what was in that briefcase?

Such exquisite excuses–masked by the investigative query.

And Ada knew better than to fool herself, but for now–that wasn't her focus.

Not one to enjoy being left in the dark, she sets her next destination: America.

True to his words, Simmons did launch a bioterror attack in Tall Oaks, word has it that the president was infected and killed.

But that isn't her concern–for now.

She came here for answers, and she will have them.

Always possessed by the insatiable need to see what happens inside the room.

Her skin is soaked with sweat–and perhaps the fluids of the infected she had just taken down. Her lungs burned for oxygen as she scanned her surroundings, intelligent, cold, unfeeling eyes examining the lab. Finally. She is where she's supposed to be.

Gloved hands meticulously searched the lab, plans, equations, and names of associates–shareholders. Trained eyes swallowing one detail after another–until she sets her eyes on a tape.

A frown graces her elegant countenance as she plays the tape.

Lo, a wellspring of knowledge. Of feeling, of sensation.

Harrowing, overwhelming.

I will dislocate my jaw to fit it all in.

Ada sees a copy of herself born from a cocoon, dazed and besotted. She stands there–what was supposed to be the most destructive moment of her life–cut short after seeing a familiar innocent face in the background, mirroring the uncomfortable display of god-like calamity as it pans to your face, you look away shameless as Simmons praise you for your input with his new creation.

The mercury pauses the tape at the exact moment that you finally show your face–you force a polite smile, but your eyes gleam with disgust.

Oh, the camera does not capture your beauty the way her memory does.

Angered, she thinks: How can you show disgust when you create something out of her image?

If anything, you should be in awe.

But Ada excuses it–you are innocent and at the same–you are not.

You just don't understand it yet.

Ada finds herself reaching for you as if to ease the disgust and horror that swims in the crevices of your beautiful eyes. A burning sensation ripples through her. Oh, such soft features tainted by your employer and superior.

Five, aggrandization.

Send down your cordage of suffocation and let me in

Begrudgingly, she tears her gaze from your projection. She searches, frantically–the lab should be able to contain any information about you, right?

It has to!

Grabby hands, shallow breaths, frantic eyes.

Finally, her efforts have come to fruition.

The dossiers of you and your peers are clad in white. Eyes greedily scheming through the pages until her eyes finally land on your name.

Beautiful, just like you.

And turns out you're one of the few scientists that help Simmons with his... fixation. Second, her doppelganger is wreaking havoc and threatening the stability sought by The Family–and she can not sit idle while her knockoff is paraded about: eliminate and then have you as a reward–and it just so happens that it states your next location: China.

Ada revels in triumph as the revelation sinks in; after all, she is the real Ada, surely, you must recognize her as the one worth your attention.

Not the fake one.

Six, delineation

I want to know what God knows, and I will take it from Him.

Set over the edge, I sigh.

Ada follows the trail of Neo-Umbrella to China, where a bioterror incident dwarfs the recent Tall Oak attack occurs. Her fingers tap against her thigh as she meticulously plans her objectives–hoping to see you amidst the chaos her doppelganger has created.

Picking up BSAA transmissions, Ada locks down her imposter's location, encountering a few agents on the way–most importantly, you.

Her trigger finger stills as her eyes zero on your retreating figure from her sniper, breath hitching as she sees you running away from the infected citizens. The mercenary seethes.

How DARE they come after you?

The older woman's hand clenches on the grip, her chest heaving as cold possession seeps into her veins faster than any virus.

Swiftly, she riddles them with lead, watching you scramble from the floor, looking around for your unknown savior.

Her crosshairs glide down your body, committing every frantic motion to memory. Vulnerable. Precious. Hers.

Ada's stomach churns at how adorable you look. You look distraught and shaken before running into safety. Although the encounter was brief, it was enough for Ada to keep her patience at bay–patience is a virtue, is it not?

With a cold smile, she whispers your name–hoping the troubled wind will carry it to you, make you know that she is watching you, looking out for you in her own way. Then, a realization: you are in need of someone capable, someone who won't hesitate to leave a trail of bodies for your sake, someone devoted to your well-being, your safety, your comfort.

She believes only she is fit to protect you.

Who else but her? No one else is worthy. No one else understands.

Ada is the perfect candidate. She is a woman of many talents and skills–you will need her.

Seven, perversion

It's no good bearing false witness.

On the aircraft carrier, Ada finds documentation regarding the creation of her imposter.

This all stemmed from Simmons' deep-rooted frustration with her not being the docile, obedient soldier he expected. This frustration bore a twisted need for revenge, which came in the form of creating a facsimile of Ada—a clone that would obey Simmons and only Simmons. The road to perfecting the clone was long and littered with failures—countless test subjects used and discarded—until finally, with the discovery of you, success was had in injecting the C-Virus and a sample of Ada's DNA into Carla Radames, a scientist working under Simmons and was one of your peers.

However, this success was short-lived. Carla's buried consciousness slowly awoke to her situation and began to seek retribution against Simmons.

She looks down at her clone's body, unmoving. Ada moves her line of sight to the city in ashes–are you safe? Did you make it out alive?

Just as your safety floods her thoughts, Carla lunges at her–the clone's body undergoing violent mutations as she shrieks that she is the one and true Ada Wong.

The mercenary scowls before irritation twists in her features. Wonderful, another obstacle comes between her and you.

It's a struggle, everything's a struggle, Ada eventually defeats her clone–now she has to tie loose ends and find you–her price.

The sinner's errand.

Of course, Ada knew you weren't as innocent–you knew that too...

You help create a monster from her image. She may acknowledge that you are hers, but that does not excuse the damage you had caused, so what more than to punish you accordingly?

After she accepts another mission, Ada makes it a task to track you down and weave her way into your life like a mismatching thread. A flower shop? Oh, how quaint. Look at you living peacefully while Ada had to push the gnawing need for your presence.

She visits you under the guise of getting the perfect flowers–only for her to purchase and give them to you with the most charming smile she can muster. The way your cheeks turn red has her empty heart swell with joy and warmth–but not enough to forget she has to cleanse you of your sins first.

When you first ask for her name, a strange smile graces Ada's lips as you look at her with unmistakeable intrigue and interest.

This is perfect. The plan falls into place bit by bit.

Days turned to months, and Ada got what she wanted: you.

And oh, how easy was it to have you at her whim, pliant and obedient, especially when she needs you.

Your lungs burned for oxygen after Ada chases your lips.

Searing, all-consuming, and it keeps you at bay.

Her arms snake around your waist, pulling you close to her as she devours your lips like a woman deprived of resources as you two make out on the couch of your shared apartment.

Ada does this because she knows–when the hired man takes you from your flower shop, her lips will hunger for yours, and her cold body will search for your warmth.

A pained yelp tumbles from your lips as the assailant throws you on the ground, your wrists are bound, save for your legs.

It was dark, and you couldn't tell where you were–they had blindfolded you on the way to your new prison. Trembling, you scramble to the locked door, your pleas for freedom and empty promises fell on deaf ears.

Your pulse throbs against your ears, your body cold with trepidation as the darkness consumes your whole being.

"Let me out! Please, I'll do anything!" You sob as you press your body against the locked, solid steel door.

Oh, Ada would be upset if she knew what had happened–they had taken away your phone, they should've snapped it in half but they didn't. Why?

Your throat aches as you keep pleading for your case until one of them barges into the room.

"Shut the fuck up!" The masked man roars before slapping you across the face. The side of your face stings red, and he hits you again. You're sure that their fate will be worse than death; Ada hates it when you get hurt.

You curl against the cold pavement, tears streaming down your face as you pray for salvation, specifically Ada's.

I was an angel, though plummeting

The stars are as beams shining through the wheel.

Perhaps crying and begging wore you out because you were awakened by Ada's soft hand caressing your cheek while she cradled you.

"A-Ada," You breathe. Impossible, you should've heard her come to you. Your hands shakily reach for her face before craning your neck, blood running cold at the sight of the men's twitching bodies while they choke on their blood, twitching.

God, they're still alive?

"Darling, look at me." Your lover coaxes, you obey, and your eyes subtly widen. Ada, compared to her victims, looks neat and presentable, except for the blood splattered all over her black button-up shirt, soaked with blood, some on her face like a demented blush.

But oh, she is gorgeous.

"Th-they–"

"It's okay," She whispers and pulls you closer to her, pressing the side of your face against her bloody chest while her hand delicately holds your head. "I'm here now, my love. No one's going to hurt you."

"A-are they still alive?" You squeak as she effortlessly carries you. Her chest rumbles with a sinister chuckle. You see something strange swirl in your lover's dark brown eyes, something akin to delight.

Twisted delight.

"You know what they say about dull blades, darling. They are painful compared to fresh steel. I will leave them to suffer for touching you, hurting you."

She kicks the door open, revealing an isolated area. You take a look at your captors as they lay in the pool of their own blood, dull knives lodged into their bodies.

"Do you remember the first time I bought you flowers?" Ada queries, forcing you to tear your gaze from the men to answer her. "Of course,"

How could you forget? It was a cherished memory.

"I visited you every day, wrote to you even when I knew we lived in the modern age." She reminisces with a soft, rare smile. "And your love for carnations," Ada adds, "Am I right, doll?"

"Yes," You sigh, leaning against her.

"When we're finally home, you will rest, and I'll take you to your favorite flower park so you can look at the flowers."

She approaches the familiar Bentley and opens the door, setting you down in the passenger seat. Ada stands in front of you, taking in your tired appearance; the older woman heaves a sigh, almost apologetic, as she takes your hand, rubbing her thumb against the back of your palm soothingly.

"You're safe with me," Ada murmurs, bringing your hand to her lips as it ghosts over your knuckles.

And there it is again, the dark gleam in her eyes.

"No one will harm you or touch you again."

I am what I am, but we are not the same.

[cassi0pei4]

I’m so happy for you that you got to go! Only a little more than a week left for us 🥺🥺. Anything on Oscar? You said that Ada wants him to work and stuff, so what’s he been doing in the interim? How did the dinner with Larry pan out?

Thank you!

(Spoilers below.)

Oscar seems to be basically depressed in Ep 1 (with the implication he has been since the finale of S2). He doesn't eat with everyone in an early scene and just asks for a tray in his room. At one point when Mrs. Bauer and Jack and Bridget are all together, Oscar rings for someone and they all immediately know it's because he'll want more whiskey.

Generally people seem concerned, but Ada also thinks he should find a job, both because he has no money and also I think to interrupt his depression cycle. She refuses to give him an allowance and tells him that she'll house, feed, and clothe him but for the rest he'll have to work.

Oscar explains to Marian that he's not like Larry. He wasn't born to work, he was born to have money. Marian says that that means his only option is marriage, which he's tried and failed at twice (Gladys and Maud).

At the dinner with Larry, Oscar makes a few pointed comments about how lovely it must be for Larry to have help (money) from his father. Then the conversation turns to Marian's new job (she's working at a different school now). Agnes is horrified. Marian points out the irony: they want Oscar to find a job but hate that she has one. Agnes is unmoved. "That's because you are lady and Oscar is not!" is more or less her quote I think.

But in the weeks ahead trailer it seems like he's going to start working with John Adams in some way. Adams says something like "you know I'd do anything for you" in a clip.

[foggyinphx]

Jumble of thoughts:

Daniel and BB is a strange friendship. It'd be cute if he wasn't such a political weasel. He's very weird on the Fisk front, is he sincere or is there more to his story? He was very willing to prostrate himself at Fisk's feet for his transgression.

Boooo, my adam theory didn't pan out. Does Fisk think not killing this guy and only imprisoning him is turning a leaf? That's not how it works, buddy! BUT, Red Hook is still in play! There's shit going down in Red Hook, where the hell is dumb Benny?

"Could it be a skrull?" "...  no. 😐"

Matt, stop flirting with the ADAs. Matt, stop threatening cops. Matt, stop having sex to smother your feelings. Matt, STOP.

Fisk is absolutely not compatible with bureaucracy. This isn't gonna end well for any of his staff. The singing, Fisk trying not to lose his mind, oh god! I was hysterically laughing!

Frank Castle! Make him cry, Frank! That was a much different conversation than I thought it would be. Matt already knew where he was. And Matt went to Frank to replace White Tiger, not avenge him. Maybe to shake down the fanboys a little. But mostly because he wants an actual vigilante on the streets and doesn't want to do it himself. And Frank called bs, because he blames Matt for Foggy's death. Absolutely Wild! Also, I am dead dead dead he won't say his name, he hears him everyday, "he was the kindest purest soul" 😭

When I was a boy....lol.

Muse is gonna be so gross, y'all, it's gonna be awwwful

... not enough Kirsten