#A Violent Man

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

A Violent Man

A drabble for @bolontiku and @magellan-88 I hope you hoes are happy. Based on this thread of chaos.

Warnings: Violence, gore, blood, the title says it all

You stood outside the door and listened as flesh connected with flesh in a steady, unflattering rhythm, knowing better than to walk into the room when Loki was working. Working was a euphemism for getting answers when someone in his organization betrayed him, but that didn’t bother you. You’d known who and what he was from the moment you met, and while becoming the woman of a Bratva Pakhan had not been what you imagined, the life wasn’t terrible. As long as you obeyed the rules, he spoiled you and gave you whatever you needed both inside and outside the bedroom. 

Only once did you disobey him. Only once did you walk into a room without knocking. 

Only once. 

The shock of finding him standing over a man tied to a chair, sleeves rolled up, revealing the forearms you loved to admire and the blue tattoos you liked to trace when acting bored, sitting in his lap during meetings in Russian you listened to raptly but pretended not to understand, left you mute. His knuckles were bloody, the man absolutely covered in red, but how pristine Loki was, his white shirt practically glowing in the low light stunned you. And when the light gleamed off the blade in his hand, his eyes on you as he lowered it and carved traitor into the man’s chest, you didn’t wait for an explanation. 

You ran. You ran right out the front door and kept going until your legs gave out. 

He found you huddled on a park bench sometime later, contemplating your life. When he crouched down to look you in the face, there were no words exchanged. He held out his hand, clean of the blood, his shirt pure white, his face just as beautiful as the day you met. 

There were no words needed because his eyes said it all. You were his: body, mind, and soul. You could never run because he would always find you. There was great violence in him, almost more than his body could contain, but for you? For you, there was patience. There was understanding. His hand was offered in forgiveness, not command. 

You were the only person he would ever bend for, but even then, he would only bend so much. 

You took his hand. He swept you into his arms, and without a word, he brought you home. 

Now, a man was always stationed outside the door, but you never forgot to knock again. The lesson was hard learned but deeply ingrained. 

When the door opened, you looked up and smiled. He looked pristine, but a tiny spot of blood stained his collar. 

You touched it, letting him know it was there and he would need to change clothes before placing your hand against his chest. 

His face was granite, his eyes so cold when he worked slowly warmed when he looked at you, ducked his head, and pressed his lips to yours, making your knees weak. 

For such a violent man, his kisses were so very tender.

~The End~

[she-wolf09231982]

Not that this is really important enough to post to any social media platform…but because this is Tumblr and I know some of you are just as weird as I am and would possibly appreciate this…

I’ve been waiting for months for my first Ross McCall dream. He finally arrived last night and not only did he show up, but I also shared a passionate kiss with him that felt real enough for me to instinctively slack my mouth open to allow him to intensify the make out session while actively moving forward in my bed to find his lips 😮‍💨

(I’m a very active dreamer 🤣 and yes, I do talk in my sleep as well)

Ross McCall dreams are now my most favorite dreams. 💚 Best…Dream…Ever

As you were ☺️🫡

[rpstartersinc]

* 𝐀  𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐌𝐀𝐍.

feel free to change pronouns / wording!

“ it’s up to you how it plays out. ”  

“ in the end, it all lies with you. ”  

“ last chance. ”  

“ your decision is the final one. ”  

“ this will not happen unless you clear it. ”  

“ we know you’re a fucking grass. ”  

“ you’re a fucking dead man! ”  

“ thanks for the tea. ”  

“ you stand like a hard-man, don’t ya? ”  

“ this ain’t no fucking street fight no more, kid. ”  

“ don’t you fucking move. ”  

“ don’t you ever fucking bring it here. ”  

“ do you fucking understand me? ”  

“ just keep them away from the vitals. ”  

“ you’ll have to be okay with your own company for a bit. ”

“ the mug you want will be off-guard. that’s the time to take him. ”

“ was it worth it? ”  

“ you just gotta decide early on on what type of cunt you wanna be. ”

“ i ain’t a funny cunt. ”  

“ i deserve to be here and by the sounds of it, so do you. ”

“ we’re not animals. ”  

“ look out for me and i’ll look out for you. ”  

“ you come at me with your aggression, you come at me with your bottle, you have to fuck me off, otherwise i’m gonna come on, and i’m gonna end you. ”

“ i will stab the shit out of you until you stop moving. ”

“ this is your doing. ”  

“ i couldn’t care less how he feels about that. ”  

“ i will lock you up for the fucking peace, do you hear me? ”

“ this is a way of life. i chose it, i live it and i accept it. ”

“ i’ll take his fucking throat out next time if he don’t drop it. ”

“ they can do whatever they fucking please. ”  

“ an act so vile, but i did it, just like that. ”  

“ it’s amazing how easy it was. ”  

“ you don’t know how, you don’t wanna know how, you can’t take it to know how. ”

“ don’t tell me not to defend and survive in a place where my life can end in an instant. ”

“ don’t pretend to understand that. ”  

“ you mix violence with violence, you watch for the outcome. i mean, what do you expect? ”

“ you take away a man’s civility and he adjusts to it. ”

“ you keep smiling at the monsters that you create, ‘cause eventually they’re gonna fucking chew you to the bone. ”

“ i’ll have every fucking one of ya. ”  

“ it’ll make a man out of you. ”  

“ different people, different reactions. ”  

“ i’d like to know if i was meeting a monster. ”

“ is that how you see yourself? ”  

“ that’s how most perceive me. ”  

“ do you feel uneasy, knowing what i did? ”  

“ how about i keep my feelings to myself? ”  

“ being forgiven can release you of many burdens. ”

“ do what you have to, survive how you can. ”  

“ leave this place be. ”  

“ it don’t simmer a man, it only begins to boil. ”  

“ don’t be sorry, it’s good to stretch. ”  

“ lost my fucking mind since you’ve been gone, man. ”

“ i’m a fucking target! ”  

“ do you wanna let me in? ”  

“ how do you see this playing out? ”  

“ i’m fucking warning ya, you chuck piss on me, i’m gonna knock your fucking spark out. ”

“ you gotta earn your muscle. ”  

“ i am telling you as nicely as i’m willing to be. ”

“ i got no fear. ”  

“ my fear factor is fucking zilch. ”  

“ next time, i’m telling you now, you’re gonna fucking ask nicely. ”

“ this is the fucking nicest i’m gonna be. i’ll take your fucking head right off, do you understand me? ”

“ you leave a mark on me and i’ll have ya. ”  

“ do you have a weapon on you? ”  

“ reminds me of me. ”  

“ i’m a violent man, i got ire in the blood. ”  

“ the difference with me is i could go further. ”  

“ i don’t feel nothing, i don’t feel shit. ”  

“ i’ve tried to feel something, anything. ”  

“ that was the first time that i’d seen anything lifeless. ”

“ i heard that skull crack, and the skin split from the bone. ”

“ that was the first time... the first time that i felt true rage. ”

“ i ain’t ever killed no one, i ain’t ever opened anybody up, i don’t know what to do or how that’s done. ”

“ you are not allowed to crack, smarten up. ”  

“ i hope you can forget the suffering you’ve endured. ”

“ i gave up on hope a long time ago. ”  

“ that’s the good thing about time, it passes. ”  

“ it’s interesting that you think you’ll be leaving. ”  

“ you are a ray of sunshine, aren’t ya? ”  

“ you kiss too much arse you end up choking on shit. ”  

“ i belong to no man, and no one. ”  

“ you’re comfortable with hate, it’s how you function. ”  

“ i’m my father’s son. ”  

“ makes you jumpy and shit. ”  

“ your family don’t wanna see you with your teeth knocked out. ”

“ game ain’t based on sympathy. ”  

“ fuck do i have to lose? ”  

“ i know i’m a dead man walking. ”  

“ what’s this supposed to do, stir up emotions? ”

“ there’s no shame in feeling nervous and scared, it’s perfectly normal - human. ”

“ yeah, i’m scared. ”  

“ you’re gonna have to be smarter than that. ”  

“ i kill in dreams, i kill awake. makes no difference as they’ve become the same thing to me now. ”

“ you’re being fucking manipulated. ”  

“ don’t start with the fucking mouth, not in here. ”  

“ taking your mind off it might help. ”  

“ there’s always a way. ”  

“ i decided to do this on me own. ”  

“ makes me realize how human you are, in a way. ”

“ you don’t owe me anything, you know. ”  

“ somewhere inside this horrifically violent, angry person, is a man - who is capable of bringing in good into this world. ”

“ i’m sorry that your path has led you here to this place that feels so real to you. ”

“ i won’t be a victim. ”  

“ i’m not a good man. ”  

“ i don’t know how to be a good man. ”  

“ i’m glad you realize your beauty, and your light. ”  

“ all i can do is give you false hope. ”  

[transassdemon]

[My art, don't steal, tag if reposting]

[chloesimaginationthings]

The Vanessas and Mikes if they met sooner in FNAF..

[thelostmoongazer]

...Their face darkens. “I told you no weapons.” Narinder’s smile is dripping with their own blood as he laughs and sways, low and maddening. “You said nothing against teeth.” They cannot tell if it’s the drink or the adrenaline that burns heat to the tip of their ears, but blood pools behind their irises with it, and Lambert runs for him again...

TRoD AU and writing belongs to @bamsara

[i-ate-the-rats]

hehehehe oh shit indefinite sad dark shadow (⊙ˍ⊙).

[s0fter-sin]

thinking about the way ghost doesn't hesitate to start killing shadows when graves betrays them but soap only takes one hostage

you can almost hear the voice in his head telling him it doesn't have to be this way; they can still talk it out

"i'm calling shepherd"

his first instinct when confronted with betrayal is to play it by the books: to go up the chain. that goes against everything we've seen him do. he bucks authority at every chance except for the one time he's confronted with the barrels of his allies' guns

he wants a peaceful resolution; for the first time we've ever seen, he doesn't want violence to be the answer. there has to be another fix, a solution that doesn't end with him killing the same men he's been working with; his friends

nothing's happened yet

it doesn't have to go this way

but ghost has been betrayed before. he knows the way this ends; either with him six feet under or his enemy

he doesn't hesitate

it's only when they knock alejandro out that soap shoots; when they spill the first blood and cross a line they can never come back from

only when ghost orders him to run and he has to cover his retreat

and somewhere along the line, between civilians’ screams and taunting voices, between his shaking breath and ghost steady in his ear, that naivety is stripped away; his trust turned to teeth that he uses to sink into throats of men he'd have given his life for

"be careful who you trust, sergeant; people you know can hurt you the most"

he's learned the price of trust

just like ghost did

but unlike ghost, he has someone to guide him through the aftermath

"good advice, It"

[bigfatbreak]

For the Viceroy AU, how does Tom figure out Gabriel was the one responsible?

[biblicalhrt]

normalize cuteness aggression against cute guys. let me bite that man

[bruciemilf]

Protective daddy Thomas Wayne.

No thoughts, only baby Bruce riding on his papa’s shoulders, mind ice cream in his tiny hand, much to Alfred’s utter dismay. “You’re getting so big, bunny! Oh don’t look so salty. He likes it.”

“If he wakes up and likes tigers, shall we commence to that, too?”

“Siberian tigers, sure.”

“T’ger,” Bruce just started speaking and it’s the most adorable and beautiful thing he’s ever heard. Thomas can’t deny himself peppering kisses all over him, and Alfred, too.

His hair shivers.

Carmine Falcone approaches them with a sharp eye. “Thomas Wayne outside and walking. Didn’t think I’d see you. And who’s this?” He’s bad at appearing harmless. Bruce hides behind Thomas’ head, peeking at him through his eyelashes.

Thomas’ radiant smile vanishes in something cold. “My baby.”

“My future competition,” he hums, “Pretty little thing. Like his daddy.”

A flat silence snows over them, and Thomas gently passes his baby boy to a still, smiling that switchblade smile of him.

“Let’s talk, Carmy.”

—

“Listen here, ya rat bastard,” He sneers, smile manic and eyes wide, like a scorned serpent baring its fangs, forearm pressed tight against Carmine’s throat. He watches that little vermin thrash and wheeze.

Thomas’ accent is honeyfire, drawling like a whiskey river and booming like lighting. “You even look at my son again, I swear on my mama’s body, boy, I’ll dig up your piece of shit daddy and make you eat the skin. You understand?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t fucking play with me, Falcone. “

“I swear,” he groans, clawing at Thomas’ arm, but he doesn’t even feel it, that’s how enraged he is. “On my father’s name, I swear.”

“Good. “ A knee to the stomach is unnecessary, yet greatly desired. “Get the fuck off my streets.” And if Alfred watches Thomas hide his bloody knuckles from Bruce while they’re at the park, who’s he to say anything?

[she-wolf09231982]

Unsolicited Ross McCall Dream Part 2

Had another dream about our boy Ross McCall. If you’ve read my post about my first dream of him I had, I had waited for months and was overly excited to the point of sharing with you guys and I’m here once again to share dream #2 🥰 in case you want to read about my first dream, here ya go! 👇🏼

I was at a crowded bar with people I feel were production and crew members of a movie that Ross was filming at the time and I caught him leading one of the waitresses into the hallway where the bathrooms were so I quickly followed (sensing he was trying to get a quick make out sesh with her so I couldn’t very well allow that!)

As I approach them, he almost lured her into a room until I stepped up, picking her up like a rag doll and placed her back into the hallway and instructing her to “Keep walking.”

Before he can protest, I get real close to Ross, “You want someone who’s older and knows what she’s doing.” I purr to him.

😮‍💨

That caught his attention 😜 Our lips collided as he pulled me into the room…

Then I woke up 💙

I’d say this was about how he looked in the dream 🥰

[cherrytraveller]

he's gonna fold his obnoxious ass like a lawn chair.

Leon of MNMC by @mutantninjamidlifecrisis

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[aingeal98]

We all know why people have designated Damian the bitey and stabby Robin and Jason the violent one. (To my knowledge Damian has never bitten anyone it's literally just the racism) but what amuses me is that Steph, despite her short tenure as Robin, actually threw her hat in the ring for most ferocious. Like miss sunshine and waffles in fanon is the only Robin I can think of that quite literally just started biting her enemies as a last resort.

And unlike Jason who's Robin run was mostly him being pretty similar temper wise to his predecessor with the one exception of the rapist he may or may not have let fall to his death, Steph started day one of working with the bats literally attempting to murder her father.

And as Robin? Yeah fuck that "if we kill we're no better than them bullshit." If she's up against a serial killer she's going to use EVERY advantage to not die, including potentially lethal moves.

And honestly I think it rules. I know they were trying to show her as a less good Robin than perfect Tim but honestly they just made her more interesting because she's not actually wrong for fighting to save herself even if it means her attacker could die lmao. Let Steph have her anger and violence, she deserves it.

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Mike is suspicious of Lefty…

[kokomini9]

can't trust the words behind the fangs 🐍🎭 a doodle with my take on his mask :3c