#but then there’s that fear rage that he puts on as a facade to keep the overwhelming fear at bay

[signanothername]

Yes boy, fule that rage using that suffocating fear that’s clouding your senses

[planetsano]

☆ 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 : you don’t want god to be the man in your life.

☆ 𝗯𝗲𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗲 : heavy sacrilegious themes, feelings of resentment towards religion, reader is a nun, hiormi is a high preist, vaginal sex but in second person, blood mention, rosary, crosses, prayer, power imbalance dynamics, cream pie, addiction mentioned.

☆ 𝗮𝗿𝘁 : fckmanji on x.

The rosary clenched around your clammy, little dainty hand was with such intensity that it dug into the skin almost drawing blood. The beads press into your flesh, leaving indentations as if the act of prayer itself is etched into the very fibers of the hand. With every subtle twist and turn, the your veil gradually begins to slide off your head exposing a glimpse of your tresses.

He hopes you know— he hopes you know that your breathless, almost incoherent prayers aren’t getting you any closer to the God you believe you’re praying to. Your efforts only serve to further the intensity that Higuruma’s cock rams into you. The sounds to him are profound; squelching and wet skin paired with almost muted clap of the impact every time his hips snap into you.

As far as Hiromi is concerned, the only God that you need is him and you’ll worship him for the rest of your life— he knows it because he’s the center of your world. He’s all you know. So when you lay beneath him praying to a “god” he’s long since stopped believing in, Higuruma knows that in your heart, you’re praying to him. For him to stay with you— to breathe life into you and the experience thrill of participating in something so sinful, degenerate and taboo.

You weren’t alive before him and you’re well aware of that. You devoted your entire existence to God when you gave him your vows— its what you learned growing up from family. They told you that it was the right path; that this would fulfill you and be your purpose in life, you’ll be happy and complete, but you’ve never been more.. miserable in your life. A symbolized devotion now felt like a suffocating shroud that consumed you. Each day became a struggle with the weight of a duty that contrasted sharply against the desire for a different life.

Resentment brewed within you, a gradual emotional upheaval fueled by the clash between your own desires and the demands of the Church. Each prayer became a reminder of your sacrifice, and every obedient act to please your sisters deepened the bitterness. The once accepted vows you were so set on making now provoked a simmering anger— rage. A resentment that festers beneath the surface like an evil, fueled by an unfulfilled longing for a life untethered from the confines of the convent.

Still, you were ashamed. You cloaked yourself in a facade of happiness, concealing the shame and guilt that lived within you. You feared judgment from both your fellow sisters, the Church and the divine, wearing a mask of contentment and suppressing your true emotions.

But Hiromi never made you feel that way. He made you feel good, seen, heard. He made you feel warmth and light in a dark pit of despair.

You often asked yourself if this is what love was or at the very least what it felt like. You asked Hiromi one day and his answer didn’t help much— “…Who’s to say what love feels like? It’s different for everyone.. It’s like an addiction, maybe— a craving that consumes us in ways we can’t always understand or explain.” You asked him if he’d ever been in love and you were only met with a gentle hand cupping your soft face upwards to meet his gaze and he responded with: “Something like that. Let’s get back before they all start to worry.”

An addiction was a resounding way to put it because that’s what you feel for him. You feel like an addict who needs their next dose or something will snap. You’re consciously aware that it’s bad— the relationship is wrong. He’s a drug that you have to put down but it’s the high that keeps coming back. You can’t recall how many times you’ve called him whether in tears or anger about his whereabouts and that you feel like you’re going crazy without him, relentlessly chewing at your nails and lips to hear any kind of reassurance.

You’re aware of what they say about addiction, that after so long you end trying to chase what it felt like for the very first time but it ends to no prevail. That it’s like chasing a ghost from the past, hoping to recapture something that becomes more elusive with each attempt. It’s only a vicious cycle of hurt and pain but you don’t feel that when you’re with him and in his presence. Hiromi knows he’s well on his way of creating a monster but there’s a part of him that feels a satisfaction unlike no other. Hiromi knows that he very well could be on his way of creating a monster, but there’s a part of him that feels a satisfaction unlike no other.

None of it matters because he feels like a cure. A cure to both for yourself and for him. He feels like the burden of pretending is finally dispelling, like there is hope at the end of a seemingly never ending tunnel. He sees the same light that you see when you look at him. But he wasn’t sure if it was love or his own sick and perverted fantasies.

“Yeah.. Say my name, please..” A low, guttural groan escapes Higuruma’s lips, a visceral sound of pleasure resonating between the bodies of you both. It carries the weight of a raw expression— the sensations engulfing him in that moment. He’s long shed any pride, unashamedly sinking into the depths of desire— a pussy too tight for its own good is the closest he’ll get to any divine. Begging is not beneath him; in fact, it’s a familiar plea woven into the fabric of his existence. The allure of depravity has become a comfortable companion with him. He revels in the depravity and perversion, finding a dark satisfaction in the forbidden. Each twisted indulgence becomes a source of pleasure and you were his main fix these days.

“Mhn—!” A strangled moan left your lips, your plump lips glossy with your saliva as your tits continuously bounced with every thrust. They had long since been exposed, a lacy under-bust bodice decorating you so perfectly. Your hands were clasped together still, rosary still in hand but any prayer of beg of forgiveness is lost on you. The coolness from the small metal cross that touches your skin almost burns and is an alarming reminder that He’s watching. “Christ..!”

“Close.. you’re so close..” A shaky breath leaves him and his brows furrow— he’s right on the edge and just needs a push. He just needs to hear you say it. Say it like it’s sacred word so he can replay it over and over again. He’ll do it until it feels too distant like a memory— until he comes back to you seeking the same solace in your cunt. “But that’s not my name. Is it..?”

“H—Hiro..mi! Oh my God.. I’m—” It couldn’t be helped anymore. Your walls wrapped around his shaft in rhythmic patterns, your own juices coming to form a white almost frothy ring around the base of his cock. You started to shake from the pleasure, your body’s involuntary response to it all. “Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me..” Oh, but even you’re aware that he’s long since given up on you. The elation and euphoria plastered on your face in such a perverse expression was depraved— it was blasphemous in the sense that he’s aware of how free you felt acting on your own selfish needs and giving into the temptation that is lust.

The act of asking for forgiveness right now is disrespectful and almost disturbing. Hiromi can see that you’re deeply troubled and displaced in this life and it comforts him in the oddest way because he doesn’t feel alone anymore. He has someone to share this burden with. Although, he does wish that you would be honest with yourself in his presence. He wonders if asking for forgiveness for you was similar to him swatting something like a gnat that comes into his face: second nature. A reaction that’s seems to be ingrained into the human response and the mind. You both knew that you had been conditioned under the pretense of believing that this route in life was the right thing to do.

Higuruma fills you up to the brim, a risky choice considering the lack of condom but neither of you cared. His hips sputter and slip until he gives you one final thrust, his pelvis pressing firmly against you as he pumps you full of his seed. His hands hold the back of your knees, pinning you into a fold that makes you feel like your muscles are tight. He’s heavy and you almost can’t breathe but it felt good— it felt so good feeling him cum inside you because it felt like he was giving you everything he had. Every piece of him.

“He can’t hear you right now, only speak to me.” His forehead rests against yours, eyes locked in an intimate stare. You look at him with such wonder like a country soul looking at city lights and skyscrapers for the first time at night.

“You’re bleeding..” He states softly, taking note of your hand. You somehow managed to pop the wire of your rosary and the wire itself seemed to work its way into your palm.

“Hiromi..” You called for him softly, watching him take your hand and gently kiss your wound— small rivulets of blood sticking to his lips. “Am I the devil..?”

“No,” Higuruma brings your hand to his face to cup his cheek, eyes heavily lidded as he looks down at you. “You’re human.”

“Let’s run away.. the both of us.”

“In time.”

[the-whispers-of-death]

price x insane!reader? idk if insane's the best word BUT a male reader who kills enemies with his own bare hands, a reader who always ALWAYS has a little smirk on his face, who'll put everyone's (mostly and especially his) lives at risk if that means that price is getting out of a field safe, doesn't matter what he has to do, his man is going home in one piece.

overall just a crazy man with too much sass and love for his husband

Why call Reader insane, anon? (Still love you though.) Reader's not insane, he's protective. Extremely protective, but that's neither here nor there.

John Price is used to doing anything to protect other people, used to killing whoever has to for the greater good. But he is never downright cruel, which makes everyone be shocked that he's married to you.

You, who only cares about keeping John safe. You, who bares his blood-stained teeth at anyone who even looks at your husband the wrong way. They should fear you, you've killed men with your bare hands when they've tried to hurt John.

You and John couldn't be more opposites even if you tried. He was selfless, you were selfish. He was careful, you were reckless. He was calm, you were a storm of unbridled rage. He was everything good, and you were everything cruel.

At least, that's what everyone thought. John saw the good in you, hence why he married you. He saw the man beneath the facade of a monster. A man who was only driven by your need to keep John safe. No matter what everyone said, you weren't driven by bloodlust, and how could he fault you for being so protective?

You made sure he came out of battle unscathed, even at your own detriment. You sacrificed others to keep him safe, sure, but you also sacrificed yourself. You dove in front of knives and bullets for him, to make sure he was going back to base in one piece. He didn't exactly like it, since you were his husband, but he couldn't stop you.

You had to protect him. You just had to, he was everything you needed. And you'd die before letting him get even a paper cut.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

[crustyfloor]

Luka is very good at keeping himself composed on stage, mostly with the help of maintaining track of his heart rate, but during Mizi's attack in ROMH he seemed to slip up, not only was the red background a tell-tale sign of Mizi's violent intentions but it was a more symbolic way of showing Luka in quite visceral fear. Even if for only a second.

I'm not convinced Luka will be as continuously calculated as he normally comes off, it all seems too fake to me. Because it is. It’s a similar case to Ivan who can't feel, isn't normal, isn't human enough so he makes a persona to blend in. So Luka, whoever he is, makes this version of himself to cope with what he has to live through, pretending like he's on top of it all to survive in this world.

So in round 7, I think something drastic will happen to make him 'snap' in a way.

It's safe to say that we don't know Luka. We don't know who he really is. We don't know his real desires. But we do know one thing--he is scared. he is afraid of the aliens. That's why he appeases them--being their trophy. He's only kept around for his purpose as an entertainer and nothing else and he's very aware of that. He knows very well that a dented trophy will be discarded; with that mindset, he's been able to get so far, and he's scared of losing. That's why he holds any little thing he can get his hands on close. And an important extension of that fear is his fear of losing power.

Till should be the more likely in this position, given he's such a rebel. But isn't that just too predictable? Keep in mind, that Till is a strong person. Even after all he's been through, even after he's been beaten into something more manageable for the aliens--He still hasn't lost his spark. Till is a raging storm. subdued but nonetheless a force to be reckoned with.

Round 6's effect on Till is greatly ambiguous for now but at this point when the time for round 7 comes, Till has been put through so much hell. Whatever Luka does to provoke him probably won't work, he and Luka are equally talented individuals and will make for an intense battle, and at the end of the day, the numbers won't lie. Exactly that is what Luka is ready for but scared of--a worthy opponent for the throne. Someone capable of stripping him of his power. (Is fear what makes Luka so dismissive?)

It would be so aggravating that this 'pest'. who is so indignant, so rebellious (in a way Luka envies.), could so easily destroy everything Luka has worked for, disregard every pain Luka has been through to get to this point, and Till doesn't value this throne as much as Luka does, and Luka doesn't want to feel the pain of death anymore. If his facade is as destructible as I think it is, that will be what ultimately brings out Luka.

This idea may be flawed. Luka is so perfect, too perfect and confident and experienced for something as little as that to break him, just think of all the training Luka went through to get to this point. I'm positive he's very aware of what playing unfairly will lead to. But isn't there always room for a wild card?

Just remember what happened to Hyun-woo.

What happened here isn't fully explained (and probably will be in round 7) but imagine Luka: "Trophy child, goody two shoes" Luka possibly killing another human. Whether by accident or not, what happened?--what and how did Luka feel in the moment for the repercussions of whatever happened to be that bad?

A Luka that is secretly greatly insecure, pliable, and defensive enough that in a spur of emotions, he can’t help but lose his cool in a way he hasn’t in a while because he’s afraid—just to try and prove he is still valuable. That is the type of character I theorize we'll come to see in round 7.

[hottpinkpenguin]

"Just because all the others never showed you love doesn't mean no one ever will." This one with the Darkling with angst to fluff? Like maybe he keeps pushing the reader away because he's new to affection and doesn't know what to do?

A/n: this request felt so spot on for our favored tortured villain <3 thank you for the message anon!!

Darkling X Reader Word Count: 1656 | Warnings: not proofread, brief mentions of battle, hints at past abuse if you squint, super angst turns to tooth-rotting fluff

Note: dorogoy is the Russian for 'sweetheart' “Leave us.” 

The Black General strode in, his eyes murderous and his fists balled at his sides. Despite the warm summer night, the chill in his voice was enough to send a shiver up everyone’s spine. The two Healers rose from the sides of your cot where they’d been tending your injuries. They bowed quickly and kept their eyes glued to the ground as they scuttled out of the tent, leaving you and the Darkling alone. 

When the sounds of the retreating Healers’ footsteps had been swallowed in the gentle murmur of the camp outside, his eyes finally met yours. He looked as if he were about to break apart, his body practically abuzz with barely contained rage. 

“Aleks, I’m fine,” you chided him, rolling your eyes at his dramatics. “It’s just a burn. I’ll survive.”

Darkness blossomed around him, swallowing the dim candlelight on the inside of your tent. His jaw was clenched so tightly you worried he’d break a tooth, the veins in his forehead pulsing as he tried to regain control of himself. You’d seen his power a thousand times, but even still it startled you. You smoothed your face into a mask of calm, refusing to show him your instinctual fear. 

“You almost died, dorogy.” He sank down on the edge of your cot as the shadows receded into him like water soaks into a sponge. “You are decidedly not fine.” 

You smiled at him, shifting slightly to make room for him on the cot next to you. He was watching you, his eyes drinking you in. You could hear his next question before he even asked it. 

“Are the Healers treating you fairly?” The whisper of a threat hung off Aleksander’s words. You knew that his fear was that the other Grisha would shun you because of his affection for you. A fear you’d tried to quell a thousand times before. If only he knew how terrified the others were of hurting you, of disappointing you, or of otherwise mistreating you… 

You reached out, running your fingertips lightly along the back of his hand. He watched you, waiting for an answer. 

“They’re treating me perfectly,” you assured him emphatically. “I have everything I need.” 

He didn’t respond immediately, transfixed by the circular patterns you wove along the back of his hand. His eyes glazed over, his shoulders dropping slightly as he let the facade of the Black General relax in your presence. You watched him carefully, wondering how he managed to maintain such composure and control in the midst of battle. You’d seen him out there, on the battlefield: an avenging angel, all rage and cruelty, his black kefta fluttering like a flag, cutting down wave after wave of Fjerdan. He’d barely flinched, barely shown any sign of his powers draining him. It filled you with a strange combination of sorrow, pride, and lust. 

“Aleks?” Your voice, though quiet and gentle, snapped the moment like a dry twig. He looked up at you expectantly. “Are you alright?” 

You could tell as soon as the words left your lips that you’d said something wrong. He recoiled away from you as if he were the one that had been burned. His eyes widened in a mixture of shock and horror, followed immediately by self-loathing. You reached out, but not quick enough. He rose from the cot, stepping away from you. 

“How can you ask that of me? After what you saw today? After what I put you through? You want to know if I am alright?” His composure was unraveling, his dark eyes turning into bottomless pits of fury with nowhere to go but inward. He’d once told you that the most unexpected part of living so long was the extent to which he had come to loathe himself. You hadn’t understood it then, but now you caught a glimpse of just how deep Aleksander’s malice towards himself actually went. 

The shadows sprung from his fingers with ease, devouring the tent’s light and swarming around you like bees. The air around you crackled with their presence, although they didn’t touch you. Across the tent, consumed by a darkness so complete he almost vanished entirely, Aleksander shook with the explosive force of his power. His chin was tipped back and his mouth open as if screaming, although the only thing pouring out of his throat was more darkness. His eyes lost their whites, now just two blackened sockets, lifeless and unholy-looking. 

Terror seized you. Your heart jolted as adrenaline ricocheted through your veins. You knew Aleksander would never hurt you, although you weren’t sure how much  of the man you loved was still with you in that tent. 

You called out to him, but somehow your voice vanished in the space between you two. As if you’d been plunged underwater, your scream sounded distorted and dull. Aleksander didn’t even flinch. 

Wincing through the pain, you flung your legs over the edge of the cot. The shadows made way for you like a river parts around rocks. The hairs on the back of your arms and neck stood up straight, your instincts screaming at you to run! Leave! Kill him! Get out! 

Summoning your strength and with a sharp inhale, you forced your legs to hold your weight as you stood. The burns that climbed up the left side of your body from your kneecap to your jaw felt white hot, but you grit your teeth against the urge to pass out and took a shaky step forward. Again, the shadows pouring out of Aleksander moved to allow your passage. A distant part of you idly wondered what the rest of the camp could see, if anything, of the spectacle unfolding around you. 

Your feet almost slipped out from under you in the damp grass. Your reflexes dulled by exhaustion and pain, you lost your balance and pitched forward. You struck out with your arms to brace your fall, twisting your face away from the direction of impact. There was a moment of free fall before you felt strong arms catching you, artfully avoiding your burns. 

Aleksander lifted you easily off your feet in a sweeping motion. You didn’t open your eyes until you felt your back settle against the cot. When you did, a familiar face hovered over you. All trace of his shadows gone, all you saw now was a man. A leader, a saint maybe, a King certainly: but a man still, exhausted and confused. 

Before he had a chance to speak, you pressed a finger to his lips. Your head was spinning with pain, but you forced yourself to stay present. 

“I’m not afraid of you, Aleks,” you insisted. You held his gaze defiantly, challenging him to argue with you. For once in his stubborn life, he held his tongue and let you finish. “I don’t resent you for who you are. I don’t fight because you command me as my general, or even because you ask me as my lover. I fight beside you because I love you, and I believe in what we’re doing.” 

For all his wisdom, you knew that there were parts of your heart that Aleksander would never understand. You’d accepted as much a long time ago. But you’d be damned if you let him rip himself apart over it. 

He swallowed thickly, as if trying to take in what you’d told him. 

“I don’t… understand. How you can feel that way. About… someone like me. Someone who is what I am. There’s… sometimes-most of the time- it doesn’t seem like there’s enough left of me to love.” You let him finish, his words coming out chopped and halting. It seemed to take almost as much out of him as his powers did, and the sincerity with which he spoke made you smile gently. When he was finished, you reached up and cupped his cheek, your thumb carefully tracing the ragged volcra scar that bisected his cheek. 

“Aleks. Just because all the others never showed you love doesn’t mean no one ever will.” 

You watched as his memory clicked into place, recognizing the very words he’d said to you the night he’d finally gotten you to tell him about the others. The men before him. The ones who’d tried and failed to love you, and the ones who’d only wanted to hurt you. Those had been the words he’d said, and the reason you’d fallen in love with him. You hadn’t realized how long you’d been waiting to give those words back to him. 

He marveled at you for a moment as if seeing you for the first time before he spoke. “I wasn’t talking about any others,” he said quietly. 

You shook your head, smiling. “Of course you were,” you answered. “The other lives, the other versions of yourself. That’s all you talk about because it’s all you know. You’ve lived with yourself for so long you’ve forgotten that there’s any way to feel about yourself but hatred.” 

You let your hand drop, a sudden wave of exhaustion crashing over you. He noticed, catching your hand halfway down and guiding it to the top of your sheets. 

“Dorogoy,” he started, hesitating a moment on the pet name he’d given you. “Where have you been all my lives?” 

You beamed at him, finally hearing a break in the tension of his voice. He smiled back - not a broad smile, but enough to touch his eyes. 

“Right here, Aleks,” you replied as you let your eyes drift closed for sleep. 

You didn’t let yourself fully succumb to rest until you felt his warmth lay down next to you, his arms ever so carefully snaking around your torso. He tucked you closer to him, and you buried your head in his neck, breathing in the scent and the feel of him. You felt yourself slide off into sleep just as he started singing you an old Ravkan lullaby…

[ninibeingdelulu]

— headcanons ft. light yagami

Even though he doesn't truly love you, Light expertly lovebombs and mirrors you in the beginning to make you fall completely under his hypnotic spell. His facade of the perfect, charismatic boyfriend has you utterly enamored.

Light intentionally isolates you from friends and family over time, chipping away at your supports until your entire world revolves around pleasing and obaining crumbs of affection from him.

Light is a pathological liar and gaslighter. He'll make you question your own memories, reality, even sanity through his cold, calculated mind games until you're fully dependent on his toxic validation.

Despite being hailed as a genius, you're constantly made to feel stupid and inadequate by his cruel put-downs and belittling remarks that masquerade as "tough love." Light tanks your self-esteem to control you.

He's excessively jealous and possessive, often accusing you of disloyalty or infidelity with zero evidence. His paranoia becomes terrifying as Kira's body count rises - you never know if he'll snap.

Light emotionally blackmails you into covering for him or even helping to further Kira's agenda out of fear. If you falter, he threatens abandonment or worse as ultimate punishment.

There's no stability or trust in the relationship. You're always waiting for the other shoe to drop, bracing for his callous detachment or explosive rages if he senses any defiance.

Yet during his calculated "good boyfriend" spells, he'll tap into your past traumas and insecurities, showering you with just enough affection to reel you back in like a drug no matter how toxic Light can gets.

You can never actually love the real Light - only the fictional soulmate he projects to keep ensnaring you in his malignant web. A true psychopathic master of manipulation.

In the end, you'll realize he views you as just another disposable pawn to use and discard for his megalomaniacal vision of a "perfect" world under Kira's deified rule. Leaving you a hollow, shattered shell.

[crow-eyed]

Two of a Kind (Part 2/2)

Part one is here. Predictably at the very end of Batman 410 Jason immediately finds out that Harvey killed his dad.

In Batman 411 we get to see how Jason reacts, there are some important things to note. He does not confront Bruce or let anyone know that he knows but he also doesn't seem to hide that he is upset.

He self isolates, staying in bed all day, speaks very little, and only getting up when Bruce passive aggressively mentions patrol and that Two Face is still active.

While this change could be in reaction to the mention of Harvey, Bruce is purposefully trying to needle Jason into action here. Over all he's notably withdrawn and comes across as not particularly eager to go back out as Robin.

In the field he seems back to normal until he is specifically left to watch over a knocked out Harvey.

This is the first time Jason looked even a little aggressive towards Harvey and Bruce misses it entirely. I don't think Jason wants to be here and I don't think he trusts Bruce. Yet Bruce tells him to watch Harvey then runs after Harvey's goons and moments later Jason attacks Harvey.

This is the exact thing that Bruce feared that Jason would do but Jason's reaction here seems primarily motivated by the situation Bruce put him in. Bruce expected a violent 'wrong' reaction from Jason and in doing so removed any chance for Jason to deal with his emotions in a non violent manner.

Jason knew Bruce lied to him so- he couldn't tell Bruce he was upset, he couldn't say if he even wanted to go on patrol, or that he might not want to see the man who killed his dad! Let alone be left alone with him the day after he found out!

Jason lashed out at Harvey, choked him, and shakily threatened to kill him. He was also easily thrown off by Harvey and punched hard enough to knock him down before Bruce could get back to him.

Harvey then escapes and the conversation between Jason and Bruce is put on hold till they are back in the cave. Here things get interesting.

The street kid routine Bruce mentions here is exactly that- a routine, a mask. It's a facade Jason's been forced back to because he feels like can't rely on Bruce because Bruce broke his trust.

When Bruce mentions trust his facade breaks- Jason makes it very clear he DOESN'T TRUST BRUCE and is likely feeling ashamed and embarrassed that he ever did. The anger and tough kid act is because of Bruce's actions, he is clearly shown to be devastated by Bruce keeping this from him.

Jason's initial reaction to Harvey killing his dad is not anger, he's devastated and shaken. This is the reaction of a devastated kid lashing out at the man who he's supposed to be able to trust lying to him about something important emotionally and directly relevant to his safety.

That is where the anger seems to come from. Bruce knew Harvey killed Willis and yet had no hesitation in bringing Jason to a fight with him and this is something Jason realizes!

Jason does not get how this was to 'protect him' because it wasn't about his physical safety or even his emotional safety. If it was Bruce would have tried to prevent Jason from interacting (even unknowingly) with the man who killed his father. Not passive aggressively getting a visibly unenthusiastic Jason out of bed and into his costume to fight him.

This was about protecting Jason from the coin toss, delaying things until Bruce felt confident he would react in the 'right way'. Bruce had no room in his mind for the normal reaction of a kid to something like this- only his personal binary of 'wrong' (and criminal) or 'right' (like him).

Bruce talks about his 'right way' here and it's clearly just Bruce's way. He takes his pain and desire for vengeance and uses it as fuel for his vigilantism. He's clearly NOT against bringing this stuff to a fight, he doesn't even seem to consider other ways of dealing with it that don't involve violence.

Bruce is sympathetic here but still the language! Saying Jason carried 'uncontrollable rage' into 'battle,' directly saying Jason lost but indirectly stating that Two Face beat him. (using the passive voice only for one of them)

Bruce recognizes that he handled this poorly but isn't questioning his core premise. He sees this as a failure of execution not of concept.

He's not just projecting his way of dealing with loss and pain onto Jason he's now actively coaching him into it. He hesitated to do it but he does it anyway because he sees Jason (a 12 year old) as dangerous to himself and to others without it.

I think he knows this way isn't appropriate for a child on some level (he calls it hard even for an adult)- but he just can't see beyond it. He doesn't see Jason here, to him Jason will be either Robin or a future criminal.

[gladerwolfstarkimagines]

Dating Ozai’s Angels

Including: What they do when they realise they like you, how you get together, how they act when you start dating, what they’re like as a partner, what others think of your relationship, how they defend you, the L word, family, careers, fights, pets and more! 

Team Avatar version here​

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Azula

As we saw in The Beach episode Azula is confident in everything except flirting so she'd be a mess when she realises she has a crush on you

She'd do the typical immature thing of being mean to you to prove just how much she really doesn't care about you. Then one day she'd go too far and really hurt or upset you. She'd feel that annoying snagging feeling of guilt and attempt to apologise to you but she'd struggle and it would come out wrong.

So the two of you would be at an impasse. You didn't understand why Azula was treating you this way and Azula was at a loss of how to explain her actions without confessing her crush on you. 

Enter clueless Zuko.

Zuko would be the one who would accidentally let it all slip. You're venting to Mai one day and he overhears and is so confused. "But you know she likes you right? That's why she's acting this way". Mai would glare at him and your jaw would wide drop open telling Zuko you didn't know that.

Zuko was convinced Azula was going to murder him and the thought did cross her mind but then you told Azula you felt the same way, her happiness overshadowed her rage.

You started dating and immediately Azula puts on a brave front. She acts very dominant and showy. She takes you out to all the fancy restaurants and buys you tons of expensive clothes and jewels to establish her dominance in the relationship. However it's all an obvious act to cover up her insecurity. She's never dated anyone before and nobody can make her feel the way you do. She tenses up when you walk into a room and her name never sounds as beautiful as when you say it. So Azula is fighting a losing battle trying to keep up this stoic facade and it all falls away the day you call her yours.

You were with Mai, Ty lee and Azula and got into a silly competition as usual. You wanted to see who could throw a helmet the furthest and Azula of course won. However you were trying to share in that victory which Mai protested. "Azula won not you y/n!" she cried. "Yeah but Azula is mine so when she wins I win and vice versa". If it was anyone else trying to share in her glory Azula would've set them on fire but hearing you refer to yourself as her and she as yours...that made her feel all giddy like a silly teenager. She couldn't really speak but just nodded her head and passed you the flower crown Ty Lee had given her as a trophy.

Everyone would be sceptical and a little unconvinced when you both started dating, Zuko and Mai included. They'd all wonder how on earth it was going to work and doubt Azula's intentions with you a little...but then they'd see Azula explode when a nobleman insulted you or how she'd even correct her father when he said your name wrongly and they knew they had nothing to fear.

We also know Azula has a little trouble believing she is lovable and a huge problem with saying the L word. So naturally you say it first. You wait until you've been dating for around 6 months to make sure Azula is comfortable and won't get scared. You do it in private so she won't feel flustered or overwhelmed. Azula is smart so she can tell you have something to say and just outright asks what it is. Your plan was to cook her a nice meal and then tell her but instead you just tell her then and there that you love her. You stress how she doesn't have to say it back but that you just thought she should know. A silence follows and you get back to preparing the food. Azula asks a question about the food and you go along with her change in topic as if nothing happened. Then at the end of the night Azula thanks you for the food and for what you said. You tell her it's no problem and that you meant every word. You see her struggling internally with your words but she nods and doesn't try and dispute your claim.

Azula tells you she loves you randomly, a year and a bit after you've been dating. She's in a mood because the council meeting went badly and all the men were disagreeing with her just because of her age. You started acting silly, imitating the councilmen, to cheer her up and while at first she's not amused she soon starts smiling and then laughing at how goofy you look. "You're such a clown, why on earth do I love you?" she asked. You felt her freeze and looked up to see her watching you like a hawk. You smiled and gently kissed her hand "because I'm the luckiest person in the world". She relaxes in relief and wraps her arms around you. You don’t make a big deal of it but later just before you fall asleep Azula whispers "I do you know... love you I mean. I realised I didn't say it properly earlier". You shook your head "earlier was just perfect but thank you. I love you too Azula". You can't see her blush in the dark or the shock in her eyes when she realises it is true. It is possible for someone to love her but you can feel it. You gather her up into your arms and hold her as she softly cries. In the years to come it remains one of the happiest moments of Azula's life. The day she realised she was loved.

Azula is SUPER supportive of you and your career and knows all the drama about your co-workers. You might think Azula wouldn't care enough to listen to all the small talk and rants you give her after a long day but you'd be wrong. When Azula likes someone she's all in and so she remembers everything you say about Amura the nice girl who is kind to you and Mejai the guy totally flirting with you. Then at any company event she makes sure to mess with all the people you don't like and plays them all wonderfully. She's an involved partner.

She literally cannot believe you have any faults, one time you got rejected for a job and you had to physically restrain her from going down there and causing a scene because HOW COULD THEY NOT WANT YOU?

When you and Azula fight it's dramatic just like the Princess of the Fire Nation herself. Azula has a temper and so sometimes after a long day of putting up with Zuko she can snap at you. You're not the type to take this lying down though and so you challenge her behaviour. Cue an hour of loud arguing with Azula packing a bag to move back to the palace. She never gets out the front door though, it's just an empty threat. You always make up the following morning but of course Azula doesn't beg forgiveness or write you a letter about how sorry she is. She does something like making you breakfast or dropping by your work with lunch. She will say sorry when you're alone together and then all is forgiven.

When you get a pet together, Azula is 100% that person who says she wants nothing to do with the pet and then ends up loving it more than you. I can totally see Azula with a dog that she loves to exercise with and train. You better believe your dog is going to be the fittest, smartest, prettiest dog the Fire Nation has ever seen. 

The best thing about dating Azula would be, you feel so loved and protected. Azula is passionate and being with her feels like a whirlwind of emotions and love. She throws absolutely everything into her relationship with you and there’s nobody better suited to be your partner. 

Mai

Mai is a tough cookie. She doesn't reveal her feelings easily and you'd have no idea she had a crush on you. So for you to get together there'd definitely be another unfortunate soul who sticks their foot in it...probably Ty lee

When Mai realised she was developing feelings for you she'd hate it and distance herself from you. You'd go from seeing her multiple times a week to her very obviously avoiding you which made you worry you'd done something wrong. So you go to her house and ask for her which horrifies Mai. Her home is where she hides away from the world so to have her crush show up on her doorstep is terrifying. In her panic she tells the housekeeper to say she's not in, even though she clearly is. Your worry then turns to sadness as you believe Mai hates you when you thought you were friends.

Ty lee notices the mess Mai has created and tries to convince her to come clean to you but Mai's too scared (not that she'd ever admit that of course). So Ty lee recruits Azula and they set up a plan to get you together but it all goes wrong and ends with Ty lee just yelling "Mai has a crush on you!" and then running for her life while Azula laughs.

And that's how you get together!

Mai didn't give anything away on your first date so you had no idea if it went well or not. You were slightly nervous to be dating Mai anyway. She's a super cool stoic knife expert who never seems to get bothered by anything. Not to mention her last partner was the Firelord so big shoes to fill. So when you parted ways you wondered if she'd even want to go out with you again but Ty lee told you she came home and actually blushed when she talked about you! You couldn't stop smiling all-day

The first time you made Mai properly belly laugh was a few weeks after you'd been together. You were talking to Ty lee and casually just imitated Azula's voice. You didn't really think about it but you heard a loud snort and turned to see Mai covering her mouth while her shoulders shook. "Mai?" you asked while she tried to catch her breath "you...just sounded so much like her" she managed before dissolving into giggles again. It was so unexpected and cute, you found yourself laughing too. You did the voice some more and Mai laughed even harder before telling you to stop so she could breathe. Tears were streaming down her face from the laughter and she was holding her side trying to stop. You just stared at her in admiration and your Azula impression became your favourite thing to do.

Everyone would be really curious about your relationship because Mai herself is a woman of mystery. There would be a lot of question about how you got together and what you’re like as a couple etc but not from her best friends. Azula and Ty lee know Mai is picky so if she’s actually giving up her alone time to be with you, you must be worth it. No follow up questions needed

Mai is a very attentive partner. She might seem like she doesn't care or think about the small things but she does. Once you told her how you were always slightly cold and noticed how blankets started showing up more and more around her house for you. Your favourite flowers would suddenly appear in her garden and she'd always make sure to tell you when she thought about you in her day because you'd once said it made you feel special. Dating Mai makes you feel very cared for. 

Mai is quite introverted and can sometimes find socialising with anyone tiring. So sometimes you'll just meet up and sit together without saying a word. Mai will lean or lay against you and just enjoy being with you without having to be "on" at the same time.

Relatedly she loves falling asleep in your arms and has an adorable happy expression on her face when she does. She claims she just likes you warmth but you know she loves the cuddles too.

Mai isn't super loud about your relationship but she won't hesitate to take someone down if she hears them talking rudely or suggestively about you. She's protective and you're hers even if she doesn't shout it from the rooftops.

Mai realises she loves you when she feels you understand her. She realises she feels seen by you without even having to say a word. You don't get confused by her or try and change her. You appreciate her for who she is and that's how she knows she loves you.

With your career Mai is the subtle kind of supportive. She's not threatening to burn down companies like Azula and she doesn't love to hear about your coworkers for more than 10 minutes but she's very attentive and caring. If she gets home before you she'll draw you a hot bath or put your clothes near the fire so they're warm. She is there for you in other ways.

Mai is used to being ignored or not taken seriously so she NEVER does that with you. Even if she doesn't share your passion for things she'd never deny you them and does anything you ask to help get you there. She'll run flashcards with you if you're prepping for an exam or do mock interviews to help you with job searching. She actually really gets into it and she rejected you from a fake job once because your answers weren't good enough but that's Mai. She invented tough love.

Mai would pretend you meeting her family wasn’t a big deal but it was really. While she doesn’t need their validation she does want them to like you together as a couple. You’d notice this in the small nervous behaviours Mai did on the way to her parents. So despite Mai’s words that you don’t have to try hard, you would go all out. You’d bring out all the charm you could muster and be the perfect blend of respectful but funny. You’d compliment her parent’s cooking and even help Tomtom with his homework. When you leave her family is clearly very impressed and Mai is just a tad smug. She’d link arms with you on the walk home and quietly whisper “thank you”. 

Is brutally honest but it's not a bad thing. You know you can always trust her to tell you the truth and she promised you she'll never lie to you. You believe her because when Mai makes a promise, she keeps it.

In fights Mai can become pretty cold...not because she means to (although sometimes she does) but mainly because when she's hurt or confused she goes inwards and struggles to express herself. You usually have to give her a day or two to put together her thoughts and Mai really appreciates how you never try and force her to talk when she's not ready,

Mai is the type of person who says we're not getting a pet and means it. So you respect that and then one day she tells you a cat wouldn't be so bad so of course you drag Mai around town that same day to find one. Mai strikes me as that person who doesn't put in a lot of effort with animals but they like her and have this automatic bond. Sometimes all she has to do is look at your cat and it knows to run to bed or go outside. It's eerie honestly but Mai is just that good.

The best thing about dating Mai is you’d feel so special and privileged to have her love. 

Ty Lee

When Ty lee realises she likes you she’d be so bashful and obvious. She’d gush over anything you said and would say your name in every other sentence which drives her friends mad. 

However this wouldn’t last long as unlike Mai and Azula, Ty lee would probably tell you she likes you pretty much immediately

This isn't to say Ty lee is naive or reckless, she'd definitely assess her chances of you liking her back and put in a lot of effort in her plan to tell you. She'd take you out for the afternoon to a coffee shop or flower store you really liked and then take you for a picnic in the royal grounds. There she'd confess her feelings to you. She'd assure you she really valued your friendship and if you don't feel the same way that's totally fine.

When you return her feelings Ty lee smiles brighter than you've ever seen which is saying something. She'd squeal and throw her arms around you in a very happy hug.

Similar to Azula, Ty lee would want to tell everyone you were dating but for very different reasons. With Ty lee she never even planned it, just every time she sees you she'd get a burst of joy and blurt out to whoever is near "that's my partner" proudly. Soon pretty much everyone in the Fire Nation knows you're together

Ty lee is the queen of PDA and affection but she'd also listen to what you want and come up with a happy medium if you weren't. You don't like holding hands? How about linking your arms or pinky fingers? Not a fan of cuddling? She suggests her putting an arm around you over the blanket so she knows you're there but you don't feel smothered. You're not very good at expressing yourself in a relationship? No problem, Ty lee communicates what she wants for you clearly and always asks to make you feel secure.

While Ty lee loves affection and PDA she'd also have special moments where it's just the two of you. The first time she tells you she loves you she'd plan for you to be alone and for any significant milestones she always makes sure you have privacy. She wants you to herself in those moments and the only company she needs is yours.

All of Ty lee’s friends can see how smitten she is with you and so Mai is a little worried at first. Ty lee loves first and thinks later so she’s worried you could take advantage of her. So you’d definitely have to prove yourself to Ty lee’s best friends or they will make you disapear. Luckily the way you feel about Ty lee is pretty obvious too so they don’t doubt you for too long. 

While Ty lee is incredibly sweet that doesn't mean she won't stand up for you. One day Azula makes a comment about how there was a crease in your trousers and laughs about it. "I don't think that's funny" Ty lee replies and Azula rolls her eyes "what because they're your partner we can't have a laugh?". "No, we can't have a laugh because it's not funny to comment about anyone's appearance but especially my partner's and if you keep doing it then we're going to have a problem". Azula (and Mai) had never had Ty lee stand up to her before so was thrown and a little unsure how to respond. Azula shrugs it off but she never commented on you in front of Ty lee again.

Ty lee is super nervous and hesitant to introduce you to her family and you don't get why until you arrive at their home. Ty lee's sisters all have a resemblance to her and Ty lee keeps nervously glancing from you to them. You realise Ty lee is feeling insecure and make sure to keep randomly shooting her smiles or taking her hand. When you leave you tell her how much you like her and how wonderful she is. Ty lee bursts into tears right there and then making you wonder if you've done something wrong but she shakes her head. Telling you how relieved she is that you still want and like her. She confesses, through tears, that she loves you and it seems so perfectly spontaneous just like Ty lee. You of course tell her you love her too and Ty lee bursts into tears again.

Regarding your career Ty lee is a certified hype woman. Anything you do she thinks is amazing so she is constantly cheering for you. She'll send you well-done texts while you at work and show up to any events super proud because you're her partner. She loves telling people what your job is because she thinks it is amazing just because it's what you do.

Fights with Ty lee are emotional. Ty lee of course cries because that's just her normal response when she's overwhelmed and doesn't know how to deal with her emotions. This typically makes you cry too so it's just two crying people yelling at each other. You tend to make up pretty quickly because you both dislike being sad and miss one another. Mai insists on being invited to all your fights because she finds it a good social experiment.

Ty lee is the type of partner that would turn up on your doorstep with a box of puppies because "SHE COULDN'T JUST LEAVE THEM THERE!". So your place is full of animals of all kinds and Ty lee is constantly trying to sneak in more. You're the only self-control Ty lee has in this aspect so you have to be the grown-up a lot. "Ty lee we cannot take in another dog, we already have 4". "But look how floppy his ears are! Please y/n?". "Why don't we see if any of our friends want a dog? I bet Sokka would love him". "Okay fine...”. 

The best thing about Ty lee is, you know no matter what, you have a person in your life who will always want what’s best for you. Ty lee would move a mountain for the people she loves and you are very priviledged to be included in that list. 

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Request by @darkprince1110​

I know this was SUPEERRRRR long but I had so many ideas and I still do so might make a part 2 :)

[imagine-that-one-thing]

Her majesty || The Re-Write

Snippet of “her Majesty” rewrite. I have absolutely loved re-writing this fanfic in my spare time and it has been one of my favourite secrets to keep, as I have changed the storyline. It has taken me quite a while to write the chapters I have, but I have throughly thought this process out. I’m still trying to figure out some details and plots but I’m ready to share a small snippet of what arose today. I’m not entirely sure I want to keep the title as “Her Majesty” or if I want to change the title to “Veil of Glass.” Feel free to let me know your thoughts and ideas!

Also, I adore the new portrayal of Anna and Harry. He’s soft but not too soft and she’s determined to stand on her own two feet and not have Harry save her every time she needs a saving grace.

Snippet of chapter 4

He walks back towards me, his steps deliberate, his gaze unwavering. Taking my hand in his, he speaks softly, his voice filled with a depth of emotion that tugs at my heartstrings, "If you want me to stay, tell me now."

It feels as though the tenderness of his voice is ripping me open to my core, forcing me to fall within his trans, and my turmoil threatens to boil over me.

A whirlwind of conflicting emotions swirls within me. I yearn for him to stay, to wrap me in his embrace and chase away the shadows of doubt. Yet, I hesitate, unable to articulate the tangled mess of thoughts and feelings that hold me back.

Caught between the desire to be strong and the fear of revealing my vulnerability, I falter. The words catch in my throat, a silent plea lingering on my lips, as I struggle to make sense of the tumultuous storm raging within me.

As I watch him step back, a wave of panic crashes over me, threatening to drown me in its suffocating embrace, breath my breath, slowly drowning me. I've always prided myself on standing strong, on never needing anyone to lean on. But now, in this moment of uncertainty, I feel the ground beneath me slipping away, leaving me teetering on the edge of an abyss I never knew existed.

What is going on? I’m suffocating on my own air.

Amidst the opulence of this royal court, where every move is scrutinized and every word is weighed, I've never felt more alone. The weight of my position, the burden of expectation, it all presses down on me, threatening to crush my lungs beneath its relentless force.

And yet, amidst the chaos of my own inner turmoil, one thought burns brighter than all the rest: the fear of losing him. Not to the monarchy, not to the whispers of court intrigue, but to the vast expanse of uncertainty that lies beyond these gilded walls. What if he walks away and never comes back? What if I'm left to face this world alone, with nothing but memories to keep me company? What a painful and sorrowful life that would be to live.

The answers elude me, slipping through my fingers like grains of sand, leaving me grasping at shadows in the dark. All I truly know is that I want him to stay tonight, to chase away the demons that haunt my dreams and soothe the ache that lingers in the depths of my soul. But I can't bring myself to ask him to put off his plans, whatever they may be, to sacrifice his own desires for the sake of my fleeting whim.

So I stand there, silent and still, my heart aching with a longing I dare not voice, as he waits for my answer, his eyes searching mine for a glimpse of the truth that lies buried beneath the surface of my stoic facade.

Finally, I find myself. I swallow hard and I shake my head, “I will be just fine,” I fake a smile, praying to the man upstairs that I can compose myself and keep my integrity intact. I am not going to stumble over my own emotions. “You’re going to miss your flight if you keep standing here waiting for me to break down, telling you that I need you to stay.”

He heavily sighs, aware that not only am I lying, but I am also telling the truth— a true paradox and conundrum of unknown, undesired emotions that I cannot piece together.

End chapter

I would like to add that I played around with an AI to help convey the emotions more effectively and to escalate the tone I was trying to persuade. I’m utterly impressed at how much it truely helped and how it guided the vision I had and helped articulate it into words. All of these chapters, I visually see in my head and sometimes it’s hard describing the exact emotion my characters are feeling or describing exactly what I see. Anyways, if you’ve managed to read this far, thank you! I hope you have liked my sudden sharing of a chapter I’ve kept hidden for over a year. Oops.

[ask-healthy-light]

Taken aback by the realisation that Ty seemed to be aware that this was a mere dream before she had even uttered a single word, Nox took time to get her thoughts in a row, before she sat down next to Ty's side, staring over the vast green fields laying in front of them; and she shyly asked him when he worked out that they were sitting in his dreams, as few others could realise this by themselves.

In response, as he quietly chuckled, and forced himself to put on a facade to smile at her, Ty told her that he wondered whether this was even real when he heard the pained and concerned clamour from his little village die down sooner than he recalled; for while he was but a stone's throw away when the panic grew silent within his dream, in reality, he had to fly to the peak of the Great Volcano.

Since it had not even been a whole day since he caused so much damage, he had yet to return to give an apology to the inhabitants of his village, but he figured that they would not accept it, knowing that he could have prevented it; for he was already a significant distance from the village when he took off in a blind rage, and he could have easily flown around to find a quiet place to calm down.

Despite his best attempts to put up a facade, Ty could not stop a couple of tears from flowing down his face, past his faked smile, until they quietly dropped onto the border between the foggy fields of grass, and the hard stone on which they sat; but Nox figured it was best not to ask Ty about why he had become so upset as to be uncaring of his fellow Kirin, and instead asked him about the area.

Although he managed to keep up with their group for a long time, somehow even avoiding her enhanced Sight on more than one occasion, he stopped for no apparent reason at the border of the fields that now laid before them; and she wondered not only why he would not step a hoof in this strange place, but also, how he caught up to them, and appeared just in time to save Light from the violent river.

To this, Ty merely let out a deep sigh as he got up, and took a step forward into the fog, and onto the grass, before he rudely told Nox that he could enter whenever he wanted, but he had been living in the area far longer than she, and he was warned not to trespass; and he sincerely hoped that she understood why their path, that crossed many of such occupied territories, put their group at risk.

Recalling the letter that Eclipse had sent them, in which they confirmed the existence of Elemental Dragons, Nox slowly nodded, and quietly apologised to Ty for their hastiness and lack of foresight, to which he just shook his head; and he sternly told her that he was not the one to whom she should apologise, for if they made so much as one wrong move in the fog, they would no longer be standing.

As a chill ran down Nox's spine, Ty apologised for his harshness towards her, but he wanted to make sure that she was fully aware of the danger that their group had needlessly put themselves through; but that aside, Ty continued, after he spent some time debating with himself whether or not to make the perilous journey through the fog and grassy fields, he sighed deeply, and followed their group.

While it was rather tough to find their tracks in the damp grass, especially since he was forced to deal with the fog and rain, he eventually realised that he was able to push back the thickening fog using his powers of wind; and this allowed him to more quickly find a trace of the prints they left behind, until a green flare was shot into the sky far away, which made him grow terribly concerned.

Not long thereafter, though, he felt a rumble through the ground, and he hid himself from the Great Elemental Dragon whom he feared was making its way either towards him or their company, and he only dared to move again when it died down; but for reasons he knew not, the fog had almost disappeared, and he was able to follow their group until the edge of the chasm, where he met Light face to face.

As a small smile grew upon Ty's face, he pensively said:

"It was strange to meet them… They felt so familiar, and similar, yet so different, too…"

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[saintaemond]

what do you think of theory that alicent will be harsh to aemond after storms end and that will make him a baddie? i don't want him to throw a fit of rage because he isn't in mommy's good graces anymore because it'll make alysmond weird in the sense of alys replacing alicent. can aemond just be feeling guilty his act led to death of innocent child?

i don't think it's going to be as straightforward as that.

i think that alicent's reaction will be of fear. she will flinch from aemond's touch and possibly not be able to look at him. because to her - that's it. he has sealed all their fates. his is a murderer. there will be war. aemond to her is no longer a child that she once had to protect, but a killer. so rather than rage i see alicent flatten and distance herself from him.

and my theory is that either in that moment (when she flinches or he sees she is scared of him) or possibly on the way back from storm's end aemond will have already decided not to tell anyone what really happened - he will lie and embrace it as a necessary act of war and he did what had to be done.

eventually i see him confessing to alys about storm's end and putting that facade down telling her it was an accident, truly, he didn't mean to kill the boy. and finally revealing to her the guilt he feels over it not just for the murder but for everything after. (b&c he will see as his fault too) possibly the whole war. he say he can't just leave he must burn everything down (i.e rip to the riverlands)

this is all my own guess ofc it could go literally any way but that's how i see it so the mother alicent/alys parallel people keeping trying to point out doesn't work for me

[thighsoverlives]

Her Eyes - Simon's POV of "His Eyes"

⋆ relationship ⋆

Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!reader

⋆ summary ⋆

A mission gone bad. She lies in his arms dying. He should've done more to protect her.

⋆ notes ⋆

i though making this story into Simon's POV would be pretty cool so here it is! i still have no idea where i want to take the Price fic and i havent even started it yet so.. 😭

alsoo! im going to make a tik tok hopefully? i know nothing about posting stuff on tik tok so wish me luck lol! it'll be thighsoverlives just like my tumblr :)

⋆ warnings ⋆

death, heavy angst!

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hope you enjoy! (●'◡'●)

Her Eyes

When your world comes crashing down some say that all sound ceases. Simon didn't believe that would actually happen until he turned to look at her. He didn't believe it until he saw the bullet rip through her back.

It wasn't real. It couldn't be happening. His breath hitched and his muscles tensed. A mix of emotions he couldn't even describe overtook his body. Bullets were flying through the air and somewhere in the distance, a grenade exploded. But he didn't care, all that mattered was her. He had to get to her. 

Rushing to her side, he knelt over her frail figure. 

“We have to get out of here.” His voice was shaky and hoarse as he gently picked her up and carried her away.

Somehow, you had managed to make it to a building that was isolated from the rest. Somehow you were able to evade the bullets and the grenades. Simon Riley, the defier of death. But yet, as he placed her body to the ground, his cold facade was slipping. 

Death was something that he would experience every single day. But this was different. It was different to hold his world in his arms and watch her fade away. To hold the person who taught him that his broken and bruised heart was capable of loving again. To hold the person who cared for him with every part of their soul. To hold the person that would die for him. To watch the life drain out of their body. To see the pain and the fear in her eyes.

He choked back a sob. It’d be okay. It’d have to. He would give up everything he had built just to see her happy. Even though he found his purpose in the military, he would leave to make sure she was safe. To make sure to be okay. You’d get an evac and he’d be by her side when she woke up in the infirmary. He’d force you both to quit this military business and she could have the house she always dreamed of. The one out in the country. And he’d do anything he could have her alive and well.

Even though he wasn’t by any means the least bit religious he was praying, begging for God to let her stay. He’d promise that he would do anything just so he could have her alive and well.

He was shaking her body. She couldn’t fall asleep. He wouldn’t let her. 

“Simon, I’m so tired.”

His heart was breaking into a million pieces once again. Pieces that she had put back together. She was his world. She was what he lived for. She was the reason he wanted to get better, to keep fighting.

He was shaking. He was consumed with uncontrollable rage and grief. He had worked very hard to be a master at regulating his emotions but how was he meant to do that when his world was collapsing?

He was conditioned to be a war machine. He was taught not to get attached. So why on Earth was he leaning over the crumpled body of the woman who was his world?

He was trying so hard to be strong. Trying to stay calm because he didn’t want her to die scared. He knew that anything he could do would be futile. The wound was bad, very bad. She was dying in his arms and he couldn’t do anything about it. 

He wanted to look at her, to tell her that it would be okay. He wanted to tell her to imagine the house in the country. The cat, the dog, and the child that she had told him so many times she wanted. He wanted to reassure her. But it was futile. He couldn’t bring himself to look her in the eyes. It would only prove his failure.

He should’ve protected her.

Every being in his body urged him to speak. To tell her that he loved her. So that maybe she could know that he really did. He never did the “love” stuff. It had hurt him far too much. But she had loved him so much that he thought he might’ve finally been capable of letting someone in. When he met her gaze, she was looking into his eyes. She had always told him how pretty his eyes were. How they reminded her of a warm, cloudless summer day. Or the ocean. 

He should’ve done more. Why didn’t he protect her? Why couldn’t he protect her?

He couldn’t bring himself to speak. Why couldn’t he bring himself to speak?

He stared into her eyes. Eyes that were so full of love for him. Eyes that he loved gazing into. Eyes that he saw his future in. 

A single tear fell from his eye.

“I..”

His words were cut off by the bullet that ripped through his chest. 

No. No. No. God, no. He had to tell her that he loved her. She couldn’t die never hearing him say it. 

Two more bullets followed. He crumpled to the ground in a pathetic mess. 

Why didn’t he protect her?

He felt her hand reach out for his. He held it tenderly, lovingly, the way he had just hours ago.

“I love you, Simon.” She had said it so many times before. And she was okay with the fact that he never said it back. But this time it sounded so sad, so defeated. It was a whisper. He knew she was trying so hard to speak even though the blood was spilling into her lungs, drowning her.

Her eyes were fluttering closed.

She needed to know he loved her.

He fought against every wicked part of his body that tried to drag him away. With the worst parts that tried to stop him from saying it. “I love you.” 

Reality was slipping. He was dying, just like her. He squeezed her hand as tight as he could. He prayed that she heard him. He prayed to God that she would die knowing he loved her. It would be the first and last time he ever got to say it to her.

Such a pity he hadn’t said it earlier. 

[blackacre13]

Debbie giving birth at home and the gang panics

“Why the hell isn’t Lou here?” Tammy shouted, slamming the door closed behind her as she stormed into the loft.

“And good afternoon to you too, Tammy,” Debbie smiled cooly, sipping from a mug, casually on the couch.

“Deborah.”

“Tamara.”

“Why isn’t your wife home, Debbie? You swore,” she hissed, stalking forward, snatching the mug from the brunette’s hands.

“It’s decaf,” Debbie rolled her eyes. “And she’s casing a job.”

“Casing a job?” Tammy scoffed. “Are you—are you two insane? Is Lou insane? She’s out doing god knows what while you’re here alone and—“

“She doesn’t know the contractions started,” Debbie waved her off, trying to lazily snatch back the mug of tea. “Can I please have my drink? I hate to make excuses, you know. But I’m gonna play the I’m in labor card.”

“Jesus, Debbie. Give me your phone. I’m calling your wife.”

“You’re not my mother,” the brunette groaned, sinking back against the couch, abandoning the mug thievery attempts as she clutched her stomach.

“No, but you’re about to be one and you’re acting like a child,” Tammy hissed. “So I’m calling your wife.”

“Go right ahead,” Debbie mumbled, closing her eyes. “But that’s not going to change anything.”

“What are you talking about?” The other woman exhaled, the phone against her ear as she waited for Lou to answer.

“Because I’m not going to the hospital,” Debbie shrugged. “I’m just going to keep her in there a little longer. Today’s not feeling like the day.”

Tammy stared at her incredulously, not sure whether Debbie was joking or completely serious. And not sure which was worse in this instance.

“Debs, you don’t have much of a choice, honey,” Tammy frowned, holding her finger up as Lou answered, only to pull the phone away from her ear less than thirty seconds later, Debbie hearing Lou’s shouts from across the room without speakerphone.

“I take it she’s upset I didn’t call her,” Debbie winced. “But I’m still not having the baby today. I’m not leaving this loft. And this baby isn’t leaving me.”

“She wants to talk to you,” Tammy whispered, holding the phone up to Debbie’s ear as she sucked in a breath.

“Debbie.”

“Hi, baby. How’s the job going?” Debbie purred, her stubborn fear disappearing as she put on a facade for Lou. “I know you think that one mark is a long shot. But if we put you in there, and you flirt with him, I mean come on. He’s done for.”

“Deborah,” the blonde exhaled, and Debbie knew she was pinching the bridge of her nose just the way Danny used to do when he wanted to strangle his sister. “Why didn’t you tell me your water broke?”

“Lou, baby, you know I didn’t want to bother you while you were out—and Tammy’s here now and—“

“Don’t bullshit me, Debs,” Lou sighed. “How long ago?”

“I don’t know,” Debbie lied. “Like ten, fifteen—“

“Debbie.”

“About two hours ago,” the brunette squeaked, practically feeling the heat of rage simmer through the phone.

“And the contractions?”

“Well, baby, you said that you wanted to be the one who timed them with your Rolex and—“

“Honey, I’m being serious,” Lou exhaled. “I need to take care of you. I need to take care of the baby. You’re my girls. Can you still talk through them?”

“Yeah,” Debbie nodded. “Promise, baby.”

“Okay,” Lou breathed, sounding a bit lighter. “Okay, I’m headed home. And I’ll—let me take a cab. I’ll leave the bike here. Have Tammy start timing the contractions and if you can’t talk or breathe through them, you make sure she calls me, okay? We’re doing this safely, Debs. I need you both safe.”

The two exchanged I love you’s and Debbie sheepishly handed the phone back to Tammy, who remained by her side with her hands on her hips glaring at her.

“You didn’t tell her.”

“Tell her what?” Debbie rolled her eyes.

“That you’re scared,” Tammy sighed, sitting down beside her. “Which is perfectly normal. Actually it’s comforting. A reminder that the great Deborah Ocean is actually a human being.”

“I’m not scared, Tammy,” Debbie lied, her nostrils flaring. “And this isn’t even that bad. I was wrong. I’m totally fine to—Jesus Fucking Fuck. What was that?”

“God, Lou’s going to murder us both,” Tammy cried, taking a hold of Debbie, putting her hands on her shoulder and back. “They’re getting closer together. Alright? I need you to breathe through them with me and once you get through this next stretch. We have to call Lou back.”

“Oh my god, I waited too long, Tam. I should’ve told her. Why didn’t I tell her? I should’ve—“ Debbie let out a strangled sound, her hand digging into Tammy’s as she shared a pained look with the Ocean, wishing there was more she could do.

“Dude, what is going on in here?” Constance asked, swinging the door open, literal ice cream cone in hand as Amita rushed in beside her.

“Is she coming? Debbie, is the baby coming?” Amita squealed.

“Ew,” Daphne sighed, peering over the two younger women. “Not my scene. No.”

“Easy, dear,” Rose whispered, elbowing her in the gut.

“Can you all please get in here and for once in your life actually be helpful? Someone get Lou on the phone please. And someone start timing these contractions with me. Deb, we’re gonna have to prep you for the hospital.”

“Why isn’t pops here?” Nine asked, opening up her laptop. “I can get you in the system easy. Fuck a waiting room.”

“I think the baby will help with the urgency, love,” Rose muttered, closing the door behind the group.

“It’s fine,” Debbie gritted, swatting at Tammy as she let out a mangled grunt. “I’m fine. You guys just watch tv or something. I don’t know. Let me just—Fuck. God, why does this hurt?”

“Dad’s two blocks away!” Constance yelled. “Should I ask if she can stop for some snacks. Or pizza? We all feeling pizza?” No one in the group responded, merely wincing as they heard a string of extremities shouting through the phone in response instead.

Debbie let out a low grunt that had Amita and Tammy looking at her with concern.

“Deb sounds like a whale,” Amita whispered, Constance too scarred from Lou’s yelling to laugh or respond.

“Debbie, I think the hospital is out of the question,” Tammy smiled nervously. “How do you feel about having your baby girl right here, right now?”

“What the bloody Fucking hell is going on?” Lou yelled, the door rattling against its hinges as she threw it open, stomping over the couch, scooping Debbie up into her arms.

“Let’s maybe not pick up your wife who’s in labor?” Tammy winced.

“It’s fine,” Debbie panted, looking panicked as Lou kept hold of her, furiously glancing between her wife and her watch. “We expected this. We prepared for this.”

“Yep,” Nine swallowed. “That’s clear.”

[chidoroki]

I decided to wrote a fic, about the idea i shared with you few weeks ago, where Isabella is forced to have twins after the escape (one boy to replace Ray, the girl to be a perfect sister/mother like her)

The worse? Peter forces her to take care of them for a year, until the moment where they would be send in a orphenage. It's a punishment. He wants her get attached and to suffer. Maybe because he thinks that she is not fully innocent in the escape, maybe because he's just a sadist.

Isabella tries to stay distant. But she can't. She loved all her children, so her owns? she'll be unable to not love them. And during her pregnancy and this first year, she thinks a lot about Ray. Her first pregnancy, baby Ray, little Ray….ect…and realize that she loves him a lot more that she thought, she just couldn't fully admit it before because trauma and fear to get attached to him. now that they are away of each other, she can think about him more and more fondly.

I decided of two things

Ray gaves Isabella a photo of him (he had asked Norman to take it) while saying "here you can have a little memory of me, to remember what you did to your own child!" like the day before his birthday. She had it in her pocket when the fire started so she kept it. With Ray's letter, it's her most precious possession.

When the twins started to talk, after they said "mama" for the first time, she decided to show them the photo of Ray to teach them to say "Ray". Whatever the revolt that she plans (while waiting Emma and the others to come back) is a sucesss or fails, she want the name "Ray" to be their second word. So as soon they see him in the human word, they start to be "Lay, Way!" and he's super confused that these two babies, that he doesn't know, call him by his name XD

I remember the twin thing! Yes! (okay but little side note before I ramble on.. the kids would be gorgeous. I mean, any kid Isabella would have would be lucky since she's stunningly beautiful and we already got Ray as the perfect example of how adorable those kids would look!)

Anyways, you're just giving me reasons to despise Peter more than I already do because that's definitely a cruel trick he would've pulled off. He should've done something like that too, if he was smart, but thank goodness he isn't and believed Isabella would help him with little to no resistance. He really thought it was that easy to pull her in as an ally. What a dummy.

Too bad this woman is a professional at keeping secrets and her emotions on lock. The fool fell for her "woe is me" act hook, line and sinker.

She completely played this boy. She looks all thankful for the second chance at life on the outside but underneath she is seething with rage.

Gonna try to put all my love for this woman aside so I can focus on the rest of this, aahha..

But yeah. No matter how strong her facade is, Isabella cares so much about her children. It evident with all the toys of theirs she kept as mementos in the secret room, even the farewell note of Ray's. Not to say that the love she showed them on a daily basis was a lie, because her feelings were genuine, but there's still a reasonable distance between caretaker and mother that she lives by.

She would absolutely think of Ray again during that next pregnancy, about whether he's doing alright outside the farm, all those years watching over him as a caretaker, the moments she wishes she could act like a mother to him, etc. You're right that she'd think of him more fondly as this would happen post-escape, so she's already given up her facade and accepted her defeat. She's got nothing else to lose at this point. Well, except for the twins now.

You dunno how badly I wished that Isabella had kept the photo that Ray took of her. It might've been a weird thing to grab before the fire happened, especially when she had to prioritize the safety of the other children, but I had hoped the Isabella photo survived somehow if only to show human-world Emma what she looked like. One headcanon I have is that Yvette could always draw a portrait of Isabella so Emma has a face to put to a name, but it wouldn't be quite the same ya know? I'm still surprised Ray's goodbye note managed to survive the fire and I can only suspect that Isabella had the note on her person prior to all the panic since it was the night before/morning of Ray's intended shipment. Perhaps she was feeling nostalgic. Or she just so happened to grab it when she went back inside to retrieve the radio or the blankets for the younger children afterwards. Either way, I still find it sweet she kept something that dear to her.

Going back to the idea of twins though.. OH. Okay, sorry, ignore everything I just said because I originally misread the whole "Ray gave Isabella a photo of him" and not her. MY BAD. Yeah, he could've been that spiteful towards her. I mean, if he was ready to lit himself on fire then one final jab at Isabella would be easy. No doubt the photo would be of him flipping her off though.

With that in mind now, it would've been real cute if she did hold onto a photo of him and show it to the twins (so long as it isn't such a rude photo like the example I gave, wouldn't want the babies to pick up on horrible manners right away pfftt). But to have them both learn his name and recognize him once everyone crosses over in the human world.. awww. That would be so darn sweet! It would confuse him at first yeah, but I'm sure he'll pick up the relation he has with them soon enough, especially if they inherited their mother's good looks. It would be over if the twins also knew the lullaby too. Aahh just imagine!! Ray learning that he had siblings the same way Isabella recognized her own son. Ohh my heart.. I'm weak.

[inkwell-and-dagger]

Madison couldn't handle this.

She couldn't handle taking Reverie to Visceral's— no, that monster's realm every weekend just so her own son can be safe. The guilt was overwhelming, but there was nothing she could do. It was the only way to ensure both of them were safe.

And on top of that, she had to be wary of The Survivors, since apparently she was on their hit-list now. Protecting Zuriel, Aarin and now Tadhg from the horrors of what she was trying to put under control was no easy task. But it isn't like Madison could blame the poor boys for being curious.

Madison could never get the memory of seeing Reverie drenched, from head to toe, in his own blood, trembling and sobbing and all she could do was just get him back home and watch over him the best she could out of her mind. She wanted to give him a good life — he was only fourteen, for God's sake — but.. she knew every attempt, every weekday of spoiling him with attention and gentle words, would end up being useless by the next Monday.

And then Rayan. Oh, her poor, little brother. Having hardly any time to tend to his own son, plagued my nightmare upon nightmare, memory upon memory, until it seemed to suck away all of his will to carry on. Madison couldn't handle seeing him so defeated, so exhausted, so vulnerable.

She hadn't spoken to Vivian, her own wife — had a pleasant conversation that didn't end up in Madison fearing that this would be the last time they spoke to one another — in what seemed like ages. She knew she could die, and she was terrified. She had Theo, Rayan, Vanté, Sora, Tadhg, Vesker, Zuriel, Aarin and now Reverie to take care of. She couldn't leave them behind.

But the urge to snap grew larger with each passing day. The urge to go against her and Visceral's agreement, to fight back against The Survivors, fighting tooth and nail just for some goddamn peace. The memories, the visions, the nightmares, were all engraved into her mind, and as much as he kept trying to ignore it, she felt like a spark inside of her was dying, replaced with a disgusting urge for blood.

She wanted to keep that gentle giant facade she'd been holding up for so long, but every day the mask was cracking. She hated it. She hated Visceral, Foster, Madir, Esrana, Ezra, Casey— for fuck's sake, even Zayn at this point.

She didn't care what she had to do to give those close to her the life they deserve. If it meant Rayan could live one day in peace, if it meant Reverie could too, she didn't mind even dying by The Survivors' torture, or even by Visceral's hands — the kid was a heartless demigod, for fuck's sake. Madison was certain that, despite his terror for her, he could, and would, kill her.

All of the urges burned inside of her, a raging, white-hot fire that threatened to scorch her from the inside out. And as much as she feared to become the thing she so passionately was against, she couldn't help it.

Snapping seemed like the only option left.

How To Kill An Immortal taglist: @kira-the-whump-enthusiast

(also TECHNICALLY) Halos and Horns taglist: @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night (I am so sorry for not posting a lot of HAH content!!)

(Vesker, Visceral, Vanté, Reverie, Casey and Sora belong to my wonderful mutual, @er0s-1s-whump1ng!!)

[nonbayanary]

neurodivergent hiruma AU where he’s got borderline personality disorder (bpd).

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hiruma sticks to his “devil bad boy” facade, bcs he doesn’t know who he truly is behind that mask

he has abandonment issues caused by his parents, so he keeps most ppl at arm’s length. the only ones he’s close to are kurita, musashi, and cerberus

it explains hiruma’s explosive temper. most of the time, he only passes as calm and collected bcs he keeps a strong, unrelenting hold on his emotions. for one moment, anger flashes in his eyes. but he tamps it down the next second, eyes going empty. 

he tries REALLY really hard to keep his temper in check. especially bcs he doesn’t want to hurt kurita, musashi, or cerberus. over time, he learns to be patient with people.

hiruma copes with betrayal through rage. 

one of the benefits of being in a sports team is that, because of daily exercise, hiruma can cope with his emotions better

sometimes, when hiruma’s emotions are too intense, he just shuts down. he visualizes himself pushing down the emotions from his chest, down to his stomach. all the emotions on his face are erased. 

if he’s in too precarious a situation to shut down, such as situations where he’s conversing with someone, or hanging out with his team, he just starts dissociating instead. 

when hiruma dissociates, hiruma envisions it like a driver. if his body were a car, then he’d usually be at the driver’s seat. but when he dissociates, it’s like he’s driving from the backseat of a seven-seater vehicle. he’s just watching his body move, from the back of his mind. 

hiruma’s dissociation and shutdowns are the only reason why he’s called “soulless.” it aids his reputation as “the devil,” as well as his “emotionless bad boy” image.

sometimes, hiruma has panic attacks. but after years of experience, he knows how to hide the signs from other ppl. he knows how to keep his panic attacks quiet. only musashi and kurita can identify when something’s wrong. but even then, they have a hard time putting a name to what’s happening to hiruma at that moment.

hiruma has panic attacks so often, that most times, he can consciously list down the signs. chest pain? check. hard to breathe? check. he suddenly has a hard time moving? check. his body feels inexplicably warm? check. he’s trembling? check on that one too. 

hiruma, internally: ah, shit! here we go again.

but sometimes, hiruma’s too immersed in the thoughts causing his panic attack, that he’s not entirely sure that he’s having a panic attack. his mind is rendered into mush by fear, and he can’t concentrate enough. he’s too overwhelmed to take stock of what his body is feeling.

when that happens, and the panic attack is over, hiruma is left reeling. he wonders if it really was a panic attack

hiruma notices the smallest changes in the behavior of ppl around him. it’s why he stays distant from his team, as a defense mechanism

however, bcs of BPD, hiruma is extremely empathetic. it’s why he’s so good at predicting how ppl will act.

hiruma is immensely loyal, as shown in the powerful bonds he’s created with musashi, kurita, and cerberus. 

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(yes, y’all can definitely use this prompt!!!  /gen)