#bad omen

[mischievous-mayhem-is-upon-you]

IT'S SPOOKY SEASON BITCHES

[pyro-les]

Love in the darkest hour - Rio Vidal X Reader

Second part of the Bad Omen series (Can be read as stand alone but I would reccomend reading Bad Omen first for context)

1.8K words - Warnings: panic/anxiety attacks.

Taglist: @thecavalrywife @hannah-0730 @believe-in-magic13 @jenniferjareauwife @wandasreallover @thesharkwhalewhoohooooo @acutenobody

A/N: Not proofread, sorry guys it's too long and I'm too tired, if there is typos though do let me know. I think this may be my longest fic apart from bad omen itself so thats cool, also if anyone would like to be added to the taglist please let me know!

Y/N finally felt accepted, for the first time in centuries she wasn't afraid or guilt ridden instead filled only with love and hope. That's what Rio had done for her, her simple act of acceptance had meant so much to her. She had never really dreamt much of love, of course she had always thought it would be nice but she hadn't realised how much she would crave to hold the one she loved the most until she had met Rio.

The woman had completely changed the way she acted, she no longer felt ashamed of her powers, instead she used them as a warning for Rio, telling her when someone's time was near so she knew beforehand to be ready for the cosmic pull to the wandering souls. It had been good to know she was helping her lover, her powers finally being appreciated and used foe good. A part of her felt a bit sad anytime she had to leave for her role as lady death, Y/N knew better than anyone how important death was in the human life and cycle of nature yet whenever her lover had to leave even if only for a few hours she felt a small amount of annoyance.

Time worked differently for Rio while she collected souls, the plain between this realm and the next had a different time scale entirely making it alot longer for her than it was back on earth but there were many souls to collect and she couldn't leave them for too long without guiding them to the other side. Yet to Y/N the small time she was away felt like eons. She had lived for centuries and yet that felt like nothing compared to the time spent without Rio. She had never really dreamt of love but now she can't imagine a world without it.

However even with all of the love Rio gave her Y/N still felt guilty sometimes. The centuries of being blamed and hated because of her powers had engraved a deep self hatred on her soul. No matter how many times Rio reassured her or told her not to hate her powers there was still a part of Y/N that refused to yield, a part of her that would never let go of that guilt. It wasn't often this part of her showed itself anymore but the times it did it wasn't pretty, usually Y/N had Rio to help her calm down, she held Y/N close while she told her over and over again how it wasn't her fault and that even if everyone else turned their back on Y/N Rio never would.

Today however was not one of those times. Instead of being held in Rio's arms as she reassured the trembling witch that she was blameless she was sitting on the floor of their small home her arms wrapped painfully tight around her knees that had been drawn up into her chest as she leaned back against the sofa as she tried and failed to calm her breathing. Panic attacks were no new thing to Y/N but they never seemed to get easier for her especially when the only thing that could help her was no where in sight.

Y/N by no means blamed Rio for not being there, she knew better than anyone the importance of her job, you can't exactly tell death herself to stop reaping souls just because one person was having an emotional breakdown. That being said she certainly was not happy that her stupid mind decided to take this very moment to start doubting herself, her thoughts continously spiralling into a crescendo of self hatred and guilt. She didn't even know what had started this stupid crash of emotions, she had been fine earlier in the day simply watching TV and enjoying some nice time alone, she had even baked some cookies excited for Rio to come home later to try them. But what had just been a small whisper in the back of her mind, an echo of doubt had built up into a loud scream, telling Y/N she wasn't good enough, that she should be doing something to repay for all the lives she caused to cease.

Now every slight thought turned against her, even her hopes for Rio to return home soon turned to her blaming herself for being too weak, that she deserved all the pain because she wasn't strong enough to resist it or even hold it off until Rio returned.

So she was sat on the floor, shaking as she leaned her back against the sofa as she tried her hardest to hold herself as tight as possible until Rio could herself. All she wanted was for Rio to hold her close as she rested her head on her chest, she needed to know someone was here for her, that even just one person cared about her even if the rest of the world was against her. Rio was her light and that's all she needed when surrounded by all this horrific darkness that had consumed her for what could have been hours or minutes, Y/N really had no idea.

Fortunately Rio would return soon, her job for the day done. She leisurely made her way through the forest that surrounded their home, unaware of the state her lover was in. As she finally reached her home Rio walked into the house with a smile on her face, casually hanging up her coat ad she called out to her lover only pausing when she heard no answer, she tentatively called out her name again with more curiosity and a slight hint of doubt.

She slowly walked towards the living room as Rio reached out to feel the others powers, effectively locating her and assuring she was safe. As she got closer she could hear quiet rugged breathes telling Rio all she had to know as to what was going on. Panic and anxiety attacks were no new thing for Y/N and almost four years in to their relationship she was well acquainted with the effect they had on Y/N and how to help her with them.

Seeing Y/N curled in on herself beside the sofa Rio slowly sat next to her knowing she had barely noticed her entering as Y/N was so clearly absorbed by her own traitorous thoughts. Carefully bringing her hands to Y/N's sides Rio slowly shifted her into her own lap, the woman automatically leaning into her almost immediately. Y/N may have mentally been completely out of it but her body was still here and too well accustomed to the situation to not to know what to do.

Rio started gently brushing her hand through Y/N's hair as her other arm stayed wrapped gently around her waist as she smoothly whispered small words of reassurance to her lover. Slowly but surely Y/N's breath started to calm as her thoughts of self hatred and guilt began to clear too.

Rio knew she was getting closer to a relaxed state and gently pulled her up against her just a bit so Y/N could look up at her as she began to open her eyes. "Y/N, sweetheart, are you alright?" She asked her voice uncharacteristically soft. Rio may have seemed evil and cold to the rest of the world but in moments like these she could be no further from it.

"I'm starting to be." Y/N eventually croaked out, her voice thick along with her still slightly uneven breaths.

Rio nodded with a soft hum "Do you need more time love?" She asked, if Y/N was content just sitting her for awhile longer than so was she but if she needed to get up and eat or just watch some TV together to get her mind off of the guilt than that is what she would do. Rio's only preference was truly just to do whatever Y/N needed.

"Can we watch something?" Y/N asked tentatively, almost as if she was afraid Rio would reject the idea.

"Of course we can, whatever you would like to do we shall darling" Rio replied smoothly.

Y/N took a moment to glance around, clearly deciding on if she wanted to physically move or not. She could see the TV from here yes and although she was quite comfortable she was sure Rio probably wouldn't be staying in this position much longer. "Can we move to the sofa?" Y/N asked unsurely even though the answer was obvious.

Rio simply nodded, grabbing onto Y/N's hand as she released her from her hold knowing she would need some form of contact even as they changed position. Y/N slowly stood up as she held Rio's hand loosely, a good sign that she was starting to calm down even more, her grasp gentle, the touch just a reminder she was there instead of the death grip she had held previously.

They slowly repositioned so that Rio was laying on her back across the sofa, her head propped gently against a pillow just so she could see the screen as Y/N draped her body over top of her lovers so that she could hold her close as her head layed to the side across her chest so she could both snuggle into her love and watch the TV. Realising she had left the remote on the table Rio sighed as she lazily flicked her hand causing the remote to reapear in her grasp.

Turning on the TV Rio asked what Y/N wanted to watch, scrolling through their watch list as Y/N lazily hummed what seemed like a vague "I dunno." Scanning through a range of different shows Rio immediately ruled out anything that required too much concentrating, immediately knocking off anything sci-fi aswell as anything they had not yet watched off the list. Scrolling through more Rio made new criteria for what to watch in her head: Nothing too long, nothing too loud, nothing too important. She debated putting on a nice anime movie, a ghibli film she knew Y/N would like before deciding that it was too long and the pair would likely fall asleep before the end as exhaustion was weighing heavy on them both. Eventually Rio decided on putting on Avatar the last airbender again, it was funny, easy to follow along to and if they fell asleep she knew Y/N was already sure on the plot having watched it countless times before.

They sat quietly as they watched, neither woman making a sound besides the odd chuckle here and there. They didn't have to say anything though, it was clear they were both content and at ease, all that was said was a small exchange of words, an "I love you Rio" softly spoken by Y/N before she replied with a quiet "I love you too sweetheart" as Rio planted a small kiss to the top of her head.

[dsireland86]

Hi am sorry for Bothering you but can you do one of nick Folio and he and yn Has been married for long time and he noticed something off and she wakes up In the middle of the night because of pts dreams of sexual assault and he comfort her

First, you're never a bother for putting a request in, no matter how many times. (don't get me wrong, there are limits and lines not to reach or cross) This is a good one. I had a friend who had to deal with something like this and her boyfriend was her biggest support. As a victim of sexual assault myself, I know what it feels like.

There are warnings with this one, so if anyone still deals with trauma, please don't read.

You're Safe Now

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The dreams were always the same. The results were always the same; sitting straight up in bed, cold sweats, crying, shaking, the whole deal.

She's had them ever since I married her two years ago. The first night it happened, it really rattled me. She wouldn't let me touch her, only huddled up and cried until she fell back asleep. I tucked her in and curled up beside her, watching her eyes flutter beneath her closed eyelids. When morning came, she didn’t remember what happened; at least that’s what she said. 

This went on for some time. I never asked questions, I was just there. Eventually, she allowed me to touch her; small circles on her back, caressing the back of her hair, until she would fall over and into my lap and fall back asleep. It was a small step, but a great improvement.

After about a year into our marriage, though, things took a turn. Our sex life started to shift. She was no longer into it, excited about it or needing it like I was. I felt horrible each time I tried to get her in the mood or aroused. She would make excuses or purposely make herself unavailable.

Some nights, it felt forced, but she was never mean about it. She would tell me she was doing it for me and that her disinterest in it didn't mean she didn't love me. I believed her, but it hurt just the same. I tried to be understanding as best as I could, but at the same time, my heart was hurting.

I begged her to open up and talk to me, to let me in and help, but she wouldn't. So, I took a step back with hope that eventually she'd open up to me, but when that moment came, what she confessed was not at all what I was prepared to hear, but it made sense and everything about her, between us, became clearer.

She gasped and sat up in bed, soaked in a cold sweat. At first, she didn't know where she was. Through the dark, she felt around her as if searching for something or someone, sighing when she finally felt it.

Folio stirred in his sleep, turning over instantly the moment he felt her hand on his back and the soft whispers of his name.

"Nick, wake up, please," she nudged him gently. "I am, sweetheart, I'm awake," he said sleepily. "What's wrong?"

Folio sat up and turned on the bedside lamp, quickly turning back to his wife, who was sitting with her knees pulled up into her, shivering. He caressed her back gently, just like many times before, feeling utterly exhausted. Folio sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Nick, we need to talk." "Okay, sure. What about?"

She turned to him, tears streaming down her face.

"About my past."

Folio sat the cup of tea down carefully on the table in front of her. The steam coming off of it was clearly visible as she thanked him, then wrapped her hands around the hot mug, sighing and closing her eyes in relief from the warmth.

He sat there quietly, watching her intently, wondering what it was about her past that could be so important. She cleared her throat and finally met Nick's gaze, eyes already swelling up with tears.

Her heart was breaking over how badly she'd been treating him, knowing that none of what happened to her years ago was her husband's fault. And yet, despite how horrible she felt she'd been to him, he stayed by her, supporting and loving her.

"Nick, I'm sorry. I've been so unfair to you the past few months. I've... I've denied you things that, as my husband, are rightfully yours, and you've never once questioned me or pushed me away. Why?"

Folio scratched his nose and rubbed his jaw, trying to find the words that would make sense to her.

"I love you. I made promises to you. Till death do us part, right," he chuckled, smiling lightly at her. "You're my person, babe," he reached over and took her hand, which she gladly gave him.

Taking a deep breath, she relaxed a little, confident that Nick was going to be understanding about what she was about to tell him.

"Talk to me, sweetheart. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

"Two years before we met, I had this group of friends; three guys and two girls. It was a summer thing, you know the kind where it’s the last summer of high school together before graduation and you wanted it to be a summer to remember, kind of thing. We hung out every chance we got. Two of them were somewhat couples. They made out, had sex, you know, did all the normal teenage stuff. I wasn't like that, I was too shy and uncomfortable with myself, my body, and so inexperienced that I just kept to myself in those awkward moments."

Glancing at her husband, she gave him a half-hearted smile as he reached over and wiped away the single tear that slid down her cheek.

"My, my look how far you've come, my little mouse," Folio grinned. “Not so inexperienced now, are you?”

His pet name for her lightened her heart to the point that she got up and sat in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him.

"I've missed you." "I know. I'm sorry. I know you don't understand."

Folio brushed stray hairs out of her face.

"Then help me understand. Keeping going." "Okay, so one night while our other friends were doing what they were doing, the other guy in our group, the one that I wasn't the most familiar with, began to notice me. He made some passes at me and made me feel at ease. I was so vulnerable and didn't know anything about guys, so when he told me I was pretty, that I had so much to offer guys, I believed him."

She paused, lowering her head. Folio was starting to catch on.

"Did he hurt you?" "...Yes." "Fuck," Folio sighed. "For how long?" "... ... ... the remaining three weeks of summer break."

Folio clenched his jaw, shaking his head.

"Did he rape you?" "No... at least I don't think so."

Folio took her by the shoulders, staring her hard in the eyes.

"What do you mean you don't think so?"

She shrugged.

"He touched me, made me do things to him, and if I did well, he'd reward me."

Folio ran his hand down his face, trying to reel in his anger.

“What a sick piece of shit. Did he fuck you without your consent?"

She was quiet, unable to look at him now. She was terrified that her husband was angry with her for hiding this, for holding back on telling him.

"One night, we had all been drinking way too much. I remember I was so dizzy that I literally fell into the couch at the place we were hanging out at. All I remember is being picked up and laid back down. I woke up the next morning in just my panties and shirt. "

By now, she was crying. It was one thing to say it to herself, in her mind, but it was another thing to finally confess it all out in the open.

Folio pulled his wife into his chest, holding tightly close. The fact that the whole time they'd been dating and married, she carried this burden around with her, completely and utterly alone. It broke his heart that the girl he was madly in love with had to suffer that way in silence because of fear.

"What triggered all of this; the dreams, the ptsd from all of that mess?"

"I saw him. It was about a month and a half ago. He's married, too, and has two kids. He looked right at me and either didn't recognize me or pretended not to know me. It's like he saw right through me. I can't explain how it made me feel, Nick. It broke me."

More tears fell, and she was trembling, not from the cold, but from the stress of it all. Her crying turned into silent sobs, and her shoulders shook as she bent over in the chair, dropping her head into her hands.

It all made sense to Folio now, piecing together the details, and when she started acting so strange. She'd been triggered by the memories that she'd worked so hard to suppress and forget about through the years since it all happened, and it affected her in ways she never expected. She was a ticking time bomb to a mental breakdown.

Folio dropped to his knees in front of her, placing his hands gently on the sides of her legs. He sat there for a moment, not knowing what to say at first. He just laid his forehead against her knees, listening to her cry out her pain. After a few moments, he looked up after she'd grown quiet.

"Baby, look at me."

She raised her eyes, looking at her husband through blurry eyes. There he was, the only man that mattered, the only man who truly loved her for her, no matter her past.

Folio's eyes darted between his wife's as she stared back at him. The past was the past, yes, but what was the reason why she pushed him away?

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" "I don't know. I guess all I wanted to do was forget about it, and I suppose for a long time I did. The past was the past; I couldn't change any of it."

She wiped her eyes, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly.

"I'm sorry for hurting you, Nick. I'm sorry I pushed you away and made you feel unloved. I never meant to. I was just scared."

Folio's brows creased as he frowned in confusion.

"Scared of what?" "That you'd be upset with me for keeping something like that from you, or that you wouldn't understand, or that you'd tell me it's what I deserved because of the situation I put myself in. I was a stupid, naive kid. I didn't know any better."

Folio shook his head, rising up on his knees, taking her face in his hands.

"That's what your dad and brother did to you, isn't it? They didn't really believe you."

She nodded, tearing up again.

Folio's heart sank. He clenched his jaw to suppress his anger.

"Sweetheart, listen to me. What happened to you was not your fault, do you understand me? It wasn't your fault. That piece of shit deserves to burn in fucking hell for what he did to you. I would never, in a million years, say anything like what your dad and brother said. They were wrong; so wrong. They should have defended you, protected you, and I'm so sorry that they didn't."

Folio choaked up, trying to hold back his tears. He pulled his wife into him, gathering her up in his arms and holding her as close to him as possible. She clung to him, burying her face in the side of his neck, finally feeling secured wrapped up in the arms of the man who promised to love her forever.

"You're safe now, baby; I promise you. No one's gonna ever hurt you like that again."

Pulling away from her, Folio brushed the hair out of her face and kissed her.

"You believe me, right?" "Yes. I believe you," she nodded, giving him a small smile.

He held her again, and she gratefully allowed him to, both of them finally feeling the peace they'd been craving for. 

[iamherelmao1]

#2 Bad Omen

Me? Late? Never.

[lovecrimeagh]

afraid I might be losing my Lost obsession nooo please noooooooo I haven't finished any of my cool ideas that I was screaming about since january

aaaaaa throw smth at me idk pleaseeee I can't lose it and switch again i want to keep eeet save me

[rastronomicals]

2:50 PM EDT April 22, 2025:

Megadeth - "Bad Omen" From the album Peace Sells... But Who's Buying? (July 20, 1986)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under:    The Lord Emperor of Techno Erotic Vector records

[lost-sunset-canine]

Angeltober 2023 Day 10 - Omen

I thought of bad omens with this one, like seeing a blakc cat cross the street, so i went full bad omen with a black cat beign the cuase of destryction fo a village in the background with this one Overall i hate that black cats get so much hate, so i wanted to include a clover as a symbol of luck since in some cultures black cats are actually good omens :) I also own a black cat called Ragnar and i boottle fed him when he was super tiny, I love him so much, hes such a silly cat -v- -dairiem

prompt by @ultrainfinitepit

[funeralgrove]

The ominous banner/Illager banner is a cursed object woven and sewn with magic-infused fabrics and thread, and anyone with short or long-term exposure to the banner's magic becomes afflicted with Bad Omen.

Contrary to popular belief, Bad Omen is not always intended to trigger raids, though raiding is the easiest way to berid yourself of the curse (aside from drinking milk.)

Bad Omen has been observed to have multiple effects on those under the banner's influence. The effects come in waves that last roughly 5 days, as the magic slowly drains from the thread and fabric, each day of the curse being worse than the previous.

Bad Omen, when the banner is kept away from a village, typically starts off as just a string of bad luck... perhaps you keep stumbling over tree roots on your journeys, or you forget your torches at home and don't realize until you have made it far down into the mines... by the final day of the curse, however, you become deathly ill, delirious and plagued by nightmares. Your survival is not guaranteed, but you have made your choice and have decided to ride out the curse.

Illagers, Villagers and players alike can fall victim to the curse if exposed, and those afflicted often report odd supernatural occurrences, mental changes, as well as fits of extreme violence when in the presence of the banner.

Many of these reports include, but are not limited to:

- entire camps being massacred by the individual afflicted.

- the afflicted being driven to seriously harm themselves, such as though self-multilation or attempted self-drownings.

- the feeling of being watched when in the presence of the banner.

- Hearing voices when alone with the banner. At first the voices are often incoherent... bits of mumbling often followed by laughter. Once the banner is first "heard," however, the voices become stronger and can be heard by the afflicted while with other people, or even while not in the presence of the banner. What the voices say at this point is considered unspeakable.

- visual hallucinations—often tall, dark, cloaked figures standing over the afflicted while attempting to sleep.

- intense insomnia and heightened anxiety.

- increase in intrusive thoughts and paranoia.

Due to Bad Omen being magically tied to the banner, the curse is transmittable to others, and spreads through physical contact with it: from the one who wove the banner, to the patrol captain, to whomever is unlucky enough to carry it next. Some choose to ride out it out or start raids to break the curse, while other groups have been known to play an unfortunate game of hot potato with the banner until the magic fully runs out.

[scrapimmortal]

good thing i won't post the first chapter of my new au for another week because i am no closer to thinking of a title than i was days ago

[mischievous-mayhem-is-upon-you]

DE-FUCKING-THRONE // Mayhem 11/10/2024 // Clip from VEEPS

[pyro-les]

11 pages into my Rio X Reader fic I'm writing and I've only just introduced Rio. This is going to be so long and potentially even a series.

[dsireland86]

HOLY FUCK 😱 😱 😱 MY SISTER JUST BOUGHT ME A TICKET FOR DALLAS IN NOVEMBER!!

I'M GOING TO SEE Linkin Park and Bad Omens!!! Omg!!

I'm 21 rows back from the stage too. Oh my gosh I'm freaking out

[smallfire]

icarus, icarus, icarus

[longing4yesterday]

first day back at work and my car stalled out, nearly making me late 🙃🙃🙃

[ninebaalart]

Tricky Trials Paint Brushes

Tricky Trials has introduced a lot of fresh new aesthetics to Minecraft- whether it be the copper dungeons of the titular Tricky Trials, the swampy skeletons known as the Bogged, the air spirit known as the Breeze, or the skull keys of the trials themselves- I feel like they lended themselves well to Neopets paint brushes.

[theshadowsooc]