#enemy to son

[fantastic-nonsense]

society if Two-Face was Batman's arch-nemesis instead of the Joker:

[chloesimaginationthings]

Will the real FNAF Helpy please stand up?..

[demigods-posts]

just imagine all of camp half-blood knowing that percy and annabeth clearly have a thing for each other. not because of their banter that toes the line of flirting. not because of their countless hugs. not because of their refusal to go anywhere without each other. but because they watched annabeth kiss percy on the cheek. and both of them turn away to smile to themselves.

[thepainhouse]

i find protective dad optimus hilarious

the shadow of the second img is from this Optimus toy because i got lazy

[batchsncookies]

Crunchyroll gets it

[dasketcherz]

the way he left all of corona gagged, oh villain V era they can never make me hate you...

i dunno when i will ever resume back to working on this cuz i have so many other vat7k i wanna work on first so for now this stays as a draft in a while, did a quick doodle of it just so i wont forget when it popped up in my mind

[nightmares-2]

I feel like sometimes people dont realise how powerful Maglor must be- being the mightiest singer in a world revolved around song must mean something after all.

[renegon]

As you wish, My Lo... Father.

[mamawasatesttube]

green arrow (1988) #112

guys... i am obsessed with him. he said winky blink and he MEANT it.

[radiance1]

Nasty Burger explosion happens, leaving Danny homeless and friendless, he gets adopted by Vlad but Vlad, in all of his ambition to get Danny as his son and even telling said boy such thing multiple times.

Genuinely doesn't know what to do.

He never, well, thought this far, and certainly never in the circumstances that made this possible.

He tries a few parenting techniques (that he's read from multiple books to get the perfect child) and nothing sticks both because of Danny's stubbornness and pettiness.

So, Vlad tries from a... different angle.

He doesn't need a perfect son, he realized, he just wanted one, and now that he's gotten one, he realizes that Danny would be the one to succeed Vladco in the off-chance (which is low as hell already) that Vlad someone gets taken out of commission.

So what does he do?

He shows Danny how fun the business world can be when you're on top of it. One of the giants, an Emperor among kings.

Slowly sinking your fangs into an enemy, backing them into a corner bit by bit, until before they realized it, they can do nothing but be a defenseless little grub. Watching them crumble to bits in their own panic, and by their own hand making their situation worse and worse until, with one final blow, nothing is left of them.

Either by their own hand, or yours.

Danny took to it like a fish to water and, dare Vlad say, they even drew closer throughout it. Not quite father and son, yet not enemies either.

He thinks the term would be... frenemies?

Yes, on the best of days allies and on every other day frenemies.

===

Danny doesn't... hate, Vlad. Yet he doesn't love him either, he thinks he likes Vlad at the very least. When the man backed off from trying to get him to be his son and replace his father.

Which was still a dick move considering his father had just died, but he's since managed to get over it. (The replacing his dad move, not his dad's death.)

Then Vlad started treating his less as a son and more of a... roommate, that he teaches business too. He will admit, he liked the change, gave him more room to grieve the loss of his family, and then, a while after that, Vlad showed him what made the business world... 'fun.'

And he was right, it is fun.

It was a great distraction from the pain of losing his family, and the fear that he would become like his dark future that he managed to avoid. He's not destroying the world, he's just destroying rival companies.

Way better in his opinion.

Of course, there are other 'Emperor among kings' out there, would be weird if there weren't honestly. To name a few, being Lex Luthor and Bruce Wayne.

In other words, a guy who hates an overpowered alien superhero and a himbo playboy.

Honestly, he doesn't really care about Lex Luthor, he's more of Vlad's chess mate rather than his. Who he does care for, however, is on Timothy Drake-Wayne.

Two years older than him, that is true, yet a fun chess mate all the same. Does he care for the boy's father and siblings? No, not really, not at all actually.

He's tried to corner the boy before (Most of which he planned out with his own chess set that Vlad got him, Vlad has one as well in fact), mostly on a whim really. To test the waters, so to speak. But, Timothy Drake succeeded his expectations and, well, more.

He tries more than once, gaining an inch, Timothy finds a way to gain two more. Corner him, and Drake finds a way out and even reserving the tides.

He's never able to completely corner Timothy Drake-Wayne, and Timothy Drake-Wayne has never been able to completely corner him, which is honestly what makes this so fun.

Vlad was right, the business world can be fun.

[insidekatmind]

Deal~Berlin (Song Jung-ho)

Wearning: +18,smut

Chaos reigns supreme.

You stand next to the surveillance monitors, your eyes glued to the screens as you try to figure out why the alarm went off. Rio, Tokyo, and Nairobi are with you, tension written across their faces. Suddenly, Nairobi points to a monitor, looking confused.

“Hey, what the hell is wrong with him?”

You meet his gaze, then Rio curses under his breath.

“Damn. This is the last thing we needed. I’m going to go see"

“No. Help Tokyo and Nairobi. I’ll take care of it.”

There’s no time to argue. You rush into the back room, your heart pounding. When you enter, you see him sprawled on the floor, his body wracked with pain. You kneel beside him, trying to figure out what’s happening to him.

“Berlin! Shit, what the hell…”

You instinctively reach into your pocket, pull out the key, and unlock his handcuffs without thinking too much. But the moment his hands are free… he snaps. Too fast.

A sudden blow: his forehead collides violently with yours, making you stagger. You don’t even have time to recover before his fingers, weak but determined, tighten around your neck, using the sleeves of your uniform as an improvised rope.

“Without me, everything falls apart, right, London?”

His voice is hoarse, broken by the effort, but his pride is intact. And that spark of challenge between you… never goes out.

You kick him and with his distraction, you make him lie down on the ground and you go to straddle him. You put one of your hands on his chest while the other takes the knife, which is in your pocket and puts it on his throat. His eyes darken. You can feel his strong muscles tense beneath you, and he grits his teeth. But he doesn’t try to fight against your grip, his gaze fixed on the knife at his neck.

He snorts cynically. "What a lovely view.”His voice is rough, but there’s a hint of amusement in it.

"What's wrong with you? You were screaming in pain earlier" you whispered again with the knife at his throat.

He's still breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling. You feel the warmth of his bare skin beneath your hand, and he lets out a deep sigh before answering.

"Nothing I can't handle," he replies, his tone almost mocking. "But I must say, never thought you'd be on top of me. I might have to reconsider my opinion of you, London."

You blushed at his words. "Answer my question."

He laughs, his eyes roaming over you.

"Or what? Are you going to stab me in the neck?" he asks, arching an eyebrow in challenge.His chest still heaving with effort, he looks up at you. His voice drops to a hoarse whisper."Or is the sight of me beneath you doing something to you, hmm?"

Your cheeks are flushed, and you can feel the heat radiating from his body, like a furnace.

His gaze locks onto yours, and he lets out a scoff, shaking his head slightly."You're enjoying this, aren't you? The adrenaline, the power... and the view."

You were about to answer him but you see his hand shaking. "You're sick, right?" you whispered.

His smirk falters for a moment, surprise flashing in his eyes at your question. He tries to hide his weakness by forcing a grin, but his hand continues to tremble slightly.

"I've been through worse," he replies defiantly, but his voice lacks its usual confidence. There's a hint of vulnerability there that he desperately tries to conceal.

You take the knife out of his throat and take his shaking hand and give him a massage, the shaking goes away and Berlin is surprised.

Berlin's eyes widen in momentary shock as you take his trembling hand and start massaging it. He had expected defiance, anger, anything but this gesture of genuine care.

He tries to hide his surprise, his gaze fixed on your hands on his. It's as if he's seeing a different side of you that he didn't think existed."You're surprisingly gentle, London," he manages to say, struggling to keep his voice steady.

You don't respond to his comment, solely focused on massaging his hand, your touch firm but careful. You notice how his breathing becomes more labored, his chest rising and falling with each movement of your fingers.

Berlin tries to maintain his composure, but his walls are slowly crumbling under your touch. He swallows hard, his gaze still fixed on your hands.

“I used to be a masseuse and that's why I know how to cure pain,” you whispered.

Berlin raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He can't resist making a cheeky comment.

"A masseuse, huh? So, you're not just beautiful, but also talented with your hands. The question is—"He runs his gaze over your body, a glimmer in his eyes."Where else are you talented with those hands of yours?"

His comment hits a nerve, and you can feel your cheeks flushing slightly. You try to ignore his suggestive gaze, but the heat radiating off his body feels like a furnace, making it impossible to ignore the tension between you.

"Berlin, shut up," you mutter, focusing on massaging his hand, trying to keep your touch steady and professional despite the turmoil inside you.

Berlin's words hang in the air, heavy with implication. His gaze lingers on your body, a clear invitation in his eyes. The atmosphere shifts, charged with a sudden tension that has nothing to do with their earlier struggle.

He reaches up, his fingers brushing against your cheek in a surprisingly gentle gesture. His touch sends a shiver down your spine, awakening something primal within you.

"I've always wondered..." he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "What it would be like to have those skilled hands of yours all over me."His other hand comes up to rest on your hip, his grip firm and possessive. He pulls you closer, until you can feel the heat of his body against yours."Show me, princess." He smirks.

Your heart rate quickens at his words, the touch of his fingers on your skin setting off a fire within you. You curse inwardly for your body's involuntary reaction to his presence, no matter that you hate him.

You look down at him, his smirk making your blood boil. But there's something about the way he's looking at you, a mix of desire and challenge, that sets your nerves ablaze. You hesitate for a moment, conflicted between your pride and the undeniable attraction to his confidence.

Berlin's breath hitches as you begin to undress him, your hands moving with a sensual grace that sets his skin on fire. He watches you through hooded eyes, his gaze dark with desire.

As your hands roam over his bare chest, he lets out a low groan, his muscles twitching under your touch. You can feel the heat radiating from his body, the tension coiled within him like a spring ready to snap.

"Fuck, London..." he murmurs, his voice strained. "Your touch... it's electric."

His hands grip your hips, pulling you closer until you're pressed against him. He can feel your breasts against his chest, your legs intertwined with his. The contact sends a jolt of pleasure through him.

"More," he demands, his voice a growl. "I want more of you. All of you."His hands slide up your back, pulling at your the robber's suit. He wants to feel your skin against his, to explore every inch of your body with his own hands and mouth."Take it off," he orders you.

Berlin's words and touch ignite a fire within you, your body responding to his every move like a moth to a flame. It's as if all the resentment and hatred you harbored for him have faded into the background, overshadowed by the sheer intensity of the attraction between you.

You hesitate for just a moment, caught between the desire to give in to him and the fear of what would happen next. But the look in his eyes, the raw need and want for you, shatters your resolve.With trembling hands, you begin to undress you.

Berlin's eyes widen as you take off your clothes, revealing your bare breasts. He drinks in the sight of you, his gaze hungry and possessive. When your hand wraps around his erect cock, he lets out a sharp hiss, his hips bucking involuntarily.

"Shit, London..." he groans, his head falling back against the floor. "Your hand feels so fucking good."He watches you through halflidded eyes, his breath coming in ragged pants as you jerk him off. The sight of your hand working his cock is incredibly arousing, and he can feel the pleasure building inside him with each stroke."Harder," he demands, his voice rough with need.

You moan softly at the sound of his demand, a strange thrill coursing through you. There's something about the way Berlin talks, the commanding tone in his voice, that lights a fire inside you. You'd never admit it to him, but you enjoy the way he takes control, the way he makes you feel.

"You're so demanding," you whisper playfully, but there's no hint of defiance or hostility in your voice. Instead, there's a hint of submission, a surrender to the desire that binds you both.

You jerk of harder. You took off your bra putting his cock between your breasts and you raised it and lowered it.

Berlin's eyes roll back as you take his cock between your breasts, the sensation overwhelming. He grips your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as you raise and lower your chest, sliding his shaft along the soft, warm flesh.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." he chants, his hips thrusting up to meet your movements. "That's it, princess. Use those beautiful tits of yours. Milk my cock."

His breathing becomes erratic, his body tensing as the pleasure builds to a crescendo. He's close, so close to the edge. With a final thrust, he buries himself between your breasts, his cock pulsing as he comes, hot seed spilling over your chest.

"London!" he cries out, his voice hoarse with release. "Oh, god, yes!"He collapses back onto the floor, his chest heaving, a satisfied smirk on his face.

As Berlin catches his breath, he looks up at you with a lazy, contented smile. He reaches out, his fingers tracing the curve of your breast, smearing his own release across your skin.

"Mmm, you're a sight to behold, princess," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Covered in my cum, your tits glistening... It's a fucking masterpiece."

He sits up, his hands gripping your waist and pulling you onto his lap. His stillhard cock nestles against your core, and he grinds against you, eliciting a gasp from your lips.

"But you know what would make this even better?" he asks, his breath hot against your neck. "Having you ride me, taking my cock deep inside your tight little pussy. I want to feel you come undone on top of me, screaming my name."His hands slide down to your ass, squeezing the firm globes as he lifts his hips, pressing his erection against your entrance.

You moan softly at the feel of him against you and, without thinking too much, you start kissing him, in a passionate, hungry kiss, that shows the want you have for him. He starts kissing you back, his hands starting to roam all over your body.

“Berlin…” You call him, before you keep kissing him, he is just like addictive, the way he is making you feel…

Berlin's eyes flash with desire as he feels your wetness against his cock. He knows you want him just as much as he wants you, and the knowledge sends a thrill through him.

"Don't keep me waiting, princess," he growls, his grip on your hips tightening. "Take what's yours. Impale yourself on my cock and ride me until we both forget our own names."

He leans in, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he whispers, "I want to feel you stretch around me, your walls clamping down on my shaft as I fill you up. I want to watch your face as I make you come over and over again."

You shiver, feeling Berlin’s words as if they were something physical, and you start kissing him again, more intense. You try not to think about what you are doing, and the fact that he is Berlin, but how you are feeling, just his lips against yours, it’s starting to drive you mad… how his hands are on you…

He starts kissing your neck, and you let out a moan, he knows he is giving you goosebumps. He is making you lose all your control.

You ride him and in the meantime you take his cum on your tits with your fingers and bring it into your mouth licking it.

Berlin's eyes widen in shock and arousal as he watches you bring his cum to your mouth, your tongue darting out to lick it off your fingers. The sight is incredibly erotic, and it spurs him on, his hips bucking up to meet your downward thrusts.

"Fuck, London!" he groans, his head falling back as you ride him. "You're fucking insatiable. I love it."His hands roam over your body, squeezing your breasts, gripping your hips, pulling you down harder onto his cock.

Berlin's eyes lock onto your bouncing breasts, his gaze hungry and possessive. He reaches up, his hands cupping the heavy globes, squeezing them roughly as you continue to ride him.

"God, your tits are perfect," he growls, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples. "I could spend hours playing with them, sucking on them, marking them as mine."He leans forward, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud.

You shiver and let out a soft cry, he knows how to make you feel, even if he drives you crazy all the time. He knows how to make you feel like this…

He starts biting your neck, and leaving hickeys in your breasts… he keeps doing it, to mark you, to show you that you are his…

Berlin's eyes flash with desire as he watches your tongue dart out, a moan escaping your lips. The sight and sound of your pleasure only fuels his own, his hips thrusting up to meet your every move.

"That's it, princess," he murmurs against your breast, his voice muffled. "Let me hear how much you love my cock. How much you need it."

He switches to your other nipple, sucking hard, his teeth tugging at the sensitive flesh.

“So big” you moaned as you bounced on his cock.

Berlin's ego swells at your words, a smug grin spreading across his face as he feels your tight walls clenching around his thick shaft.

"That's right, baby," he purrs, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "I'm the biggest you've ever had. And I'm going to fill you up so fucking deep, you'll be feeling me for days."He starts thrusting up into you harder, faster, his pubic bone grinding against your clit with each movement.

“Yes,” you moaned, taking his whole cock. “So good.”

Berlin's grin widens at your words, his confidence soaring. He loves hearing you praise his size, knowing that he's the only one who can fill you up like this.

"You take it so well, princess," he praises, his voice husky with desire. "Your pussy was made for my cock. So tight, so perfect."He sits up, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against him. His lips find yours in a bruising kiss, his tongue invading your mouth possessively.

You kiss him with your tongue as you rotate your hips to take more of his cock.

Berlin groans into the kiss as you rotate your hips, taking him even deeper. The sensation is incredible, and he can feel his orgasm building rapidly.

"Fuck, London," he pants against your lips. "You're going to make me come. I'm so close..."

His hands grip your ass, spreading your cheeks as he starts to thrust up into you with abandon. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your moans and his grunts.

"Come with me, princess," he demands, his voice strained. "I want to feel you squeeze my cock as I fill you up. Milk me dry..."

“I love your cock so much,” you moaned as you alternated rolling your hips and bouncing.

Berlin's eyes roll back as you bounce on his cock, your words driving him wild with desire. He can't believe how lucky he is to have you, to be inside you, to hear you moan his praises.

"Fuck, yes!" he shouts, his hips slamming up to meet your every move. "I love your pussy too, princess. It's fucking perfect. So tight, so wet, so fucking mine!"

His hands grip your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he holds you in place. He's so close, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.

"Come on, baby," he growls, his voice strained. "

You moaned and took more. “Yes, yes, yes” you said with each rotation of your hips on his cock.

Berlin's control snaps at your enthusiastic response. With a roar, he flips you onto your back, his hips pounding into you with wild abandon.

"Take it, princess!" he snarls, his eyes blazing with possessive fury. "Take every fucking inch of my cock. You're mine, do you hear me? MINE!"

His thrusts become erratic, his breathing ragged as he chases his release. He leans down, biting and sucking at your neck, marking you as his.

"Come for me, London!" he demands, his voice a guttural growl. "Squeeze my cock and milk me dry. NOW!"

You moaned at his words as you came. Berlin feels your walls clamp down on his cock like a vice as you come, the sensation pushing him over the edge. With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he spills his seed.

"London!" he cries out, his voice hoarse with release. "Fuck, yes! Take it all, princess. Every last drop..."

He collapses on top of you, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. He nuzzles into your neck, inhaling your scent, marking you as his.

"You're incredible," he murmurs, his voice soft and sated. "I've never felt anything like that before. You're... you're perfect."

He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours. There's a vulnerability in his gaze that he rarely shows, a hint of the man beneath the arrogant facade.

You look at him, trying to understand his expression, it’s not the smirk he usually does or anything… it’s… something else.

He starts tracing his fingers down your spine, in a way that’s almost… gentle? He doesn’t say anything, but he keeps his dark gaze fixed on you. For once in his life he doesn’t show any superiority or power, instead he shows you… he shows you the real Berlin.

You feel something in your chest when you look at this part of him, the gentleness, the almost... sweet attention, so different compared to how he usually treats you.

Berlin's fingers keep tracing down your spine, and then he starts to leave small kisses on your shoulder. It's not like he was biting you earlier, this is different, much more romantic. He keeps leaving kisses on your skin, until he reaches your neck.

Berlin's kisses move further up your throat, to your chin, and finally he captures your lips in a soft, tender kiss. This wasn't like any of the kisses he'd given you before, there's no heat or hunger, just a gentle intensity.

He breaks the kiss, pulling back slightly to look at you. His eyes are soft, almost vulnerable, and there's a hint of something else, something you can't quite place.

You cuddled up to him as you tried to recover from your orgasm.

Berlin wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him as he cradled you against his chest. He ran his fingers idly over your skin, a small, satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

For the first time since you've known him, Berlin was quiet and just... content with you.

You rested your head against his shoulder, feeling the steady thudding of his heart beneath your ear. Despite the intensity of what had just happened between you, there was a strangely peaceful air in the room.

Berlin's hand continued to trace lazy patterns on your back, the touch surprisingly gentle and almost soothing. It was a stark contrast to his usual arrogance and aggression, but you found yourself enjoying this softer side of him.

“We still hate each other, right?” you whispered into his chest.

Berlin's chest vibrated with a low chuckle as you spoke. He lifted his head and looked down at you, his dark gaze meeting yours.

"Of course we do," he replied, his voice soft. "I still think you're a pain in the ass, and I'm sure you still think I'm a cocky bastard. That's not going to change."

He ran his fingers through your hair, the gesture surprisingly tender. "But right now, I'm enjoying this. It's... nice."

You smiled and nodded cuddling more. "Yeah, I still think you're an asshole but it feels good." You whispered.

Berlin chuckled again, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He pulled you closer, his arms wrapped securely around you.

"I wouldn't expect anything less from you," he replied, his tone almost teasing. "But hey, I can't deny that I enjoy having you in my arms. It's a nice change of pace from the constant insults and power struggles."

"You're not so bad yourself, princess," he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. "I might even go as far as to say I enjoy our little... tiffs. They keep things interesting."

He pulls back slightly, his eyes locked on yours. There's a hint of something deeper in his gaze, a flicker of emotion that he quickly masks with a smirk.

"But don't get used to it," he adds, his tone playful but with an underlying seriousness. "I still hate you. Just... a little less than before."

Berlin's smirk widens at your giggle, a rare, genuine smile breaking through his usual arrogant facade. He leans into your touch, savoring the gentle caress of your hand on his chest.

"Well, well," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Looks like we've both softened up a bit. Who would've thought?"

He rolls onto his side, pulling you with him so that you're facing each other. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lips.

"I think I like this side of you, princess," he says softly, his gaze intense. "The one that giggles and strokes my chest. It's... nice."

His other hand slides down to your hip, pulling you closer until your bodies are pressed together. He leans in, his lips hovering just above yours.

"Maybe we should have these little... truces more often."

You smiled. “We found a cure for our frustration,” you said, amused.

Berlin's eyes light up at your words, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks.

"Ah, so that's what this is," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive. "A cure for frustration. I like the sound of that."

His hand slides down to your ass, squeezing the firm globe possessively. "And I must say, it's a very effective cure. I feel... much better now."

He pulls back slightly, his gaze roaming over your face, taking in every detail. "But you know what they say about prevention being better than cure, don't you?"

His thumb traces your lower lip, his eyes darkening with desire. "Maybe we should... keep testing this cure. Just to be sure it works every time."

His other hand slides up your side, his fingers brushing the underside of your breast.

Berlin's eyes flash with heat as he continues his sensual exploration of your body. His hand moves to cup your breast, his thumb circling your nipple teasingly.

"I want to fuck you again, princess," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Over and over, until we're both exhausted and satisfied. Until there's no doubt in either of our minds that this cure works perfectly."

He leans in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue pushes into your mouth, claiming you, possessing you. His hand on your ass pulls you flush against him, grinding his growing erection against your stomach.

"Tell me you want it too," he demands against your lips.

You moaned softly into his mouth, his touch and words sending shivers through your body. You couldn't deny that you desired him, despite everything that had happened between you.

"Yes, I want it," you whispered, your voice hoarse with arousal. "I need you."

His words still burned in your mind - until there's no doubt in either of our minds that this cure works perfectly. You couldn't help but feel a slight ping of worry, a hint of doubt. But his touch and his desire made it hard to resist him.

[irongoldhowler]

the energy between darrow and cassius is literally

“i hate you so much i think about you constantly.

“you’ve ruined my life but also i’d die for you.”

“we sword fight like it’s foreplay.”

“we stand two inches apart, breathing heavily, and yet nothing happens.”

they’re the blueprint for toxic soulmates. the betrayal? the longing? the dramatic speeches about honor and love cloaked in subtext? it’s giving shakespearean tragedy with a dash of repressed feelings.

cassius calling darrow “my friend” while looking at him like he’s the moon and stars? darrow sparing cassius over and over because “he deserves better”? their ENTIRE arc in morning star? please. these two are not straight. pierce brown, explain yourself

[lavenderprose]

Here's an idea I'm rotating:

At some point Rook has to go somewhere on Important Hero Business (There's an I Saved The World Club meeting happening at Skyhold or something) and Emmrich has to go to the Necropolis on Professor Business and as they're packing Emmrich's just like, "Oh and don't forget to take Johanna."

Rook, eyes bugging out of her head: WHOSMT.

Emmrich explains that he doesn't want to leave her alone in the dark for however long they're both gone (Because he's very soft-hearted about his friend, even still) but it's SUCH A BAD IDEA to take her to the Necropolis. Any number of looney toons ass hijinks could ensue if the half-lich skull of a former necromancer gets near all that raw spirit energy.

So Rook takes Johanna to Skyhold and sets her on the dresser in the guest suite and they glare at each other for a good long while.

"I hate you," Rook tells her, matter of factly. "You tried to kill my boyfriend. Multiple times."

"If that coward Volkarin would take me to the Necropolis, I would try again," Johanna sneers.

Rook groans and massages her temples and ignores the fact that she feels both hungry and nauseous at the same time. "Shut up. Maker, just shut up. Why shouldn't I throw you off the side of the castle?"

"Because you can't throw hard enough," Johanna croons. "And your precious Emmrich would be so sad, because he's a sentimental old fool and--"

Rook doesn't throw Johanna, but she does throw a pillow AT Johanna, and she goes toppling off the dresser and into the floor.

"YOU STUPID HARPY," Johanna howls. "If you crack my skull, the vessel will be compromised and my consciousness will be set adrift!"

"Good!" Rook says. "You're a crazy old bitch and you should have died when we killed you!"

"That's rich, coming from a Necropolis reject! Poor little orphan never had a father, so she spreads her legs for the first milquetoast Necromancer who looks at her twice."

"You don't know anything about Emmrich and I," Rook seethes. The window out to the courtyard is looking very appealing indeed. Johanna might even enjoy the sensation of wind against her eye sockets as she went whirling to the ground.

"I know enough," Johanna snorts. "How that decrepit old ponce even managed to knock you up, I'll never understand."

"WHAT," Rook howls.

"Oh, as if you thought I wouldn't be able to tell! I'm a woman too; I may have never had children, but I know what it looks like, if only to better avoid it! Why are you on the floor. Why are you CRYING."

After a few moments of dawning horror, Johanna says, "Did you...truly not know?" When Rook just hides her face in her hands and continues sobbing, Johanna says, "Oh, you stupid girl," but it's...strangely gentle.

[equill]

The promise you kept.

Extra panel: (liked this version too.)

moving on to sakumo.

Panel 1: Handprint (an older drawing to share)

Panel 2: Punishment.

what if they went for kakashi to hurt sakumo instead.

decided to dump the rest of the drawings together, but the tone shift whiplash is real (I shall do it again)

Comic 2: Bias? Not at all.

extra:

He’s just in a silly mood (he feels no remorse)

Comic 3: Did you say something?

fun idea, kakashi actually picked up his behavior from his father (sakumo version is staring people down, while kakashi is verbal)

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

Dain’s signet means people are afraid of being touched by him. Sloane’s signet means she’s afraid to touch other people.

They are each others balance.

A first year in Fourth Wing (a marked one he was warned about of the rebellion he was raised against) & the third year Wing Leader whose father is responsible for killing her brother; making them “should-be-enemies” yet, they have impeccable chemistry. Challenging each other as one of them was rather by the books (but is slowly fraying/changing) and the other a walking rebellion, pushing them into the gray middle ground; creating a balance between them. From the moment one first says, "I’m going to hurt you" & the other "gods don’t I know it" —

… Much like "You’ll be the death of me & "she’d be the best thing that ever happened to me, I’d be the worst thing that ever happened to her" … sound familiar?

Making them the balance to the last time this happened.

Their signets are the balance, and may very well change the war… Her siphon as a signet which could be the counterpart to the Venin; as instead of draining life, she is “life”. And where a main character is now missing (what may be) crucial memories, his signet allows him to find and see memories; which could help if they don’t wish to be found.

They are the balance.

[bones4thecats]

Henlo! Could I request some headcanons where Cooler, Frieza, Android 17, and Gohan get the "If anything happens, I love you" message from their S/O? Maybe S/O was away for a little while before getting into a dangerous situation, but is found injured but alive.

Their S/O Gets Severely Injured

Characters: Cooler, Frieza, Android 17 and Gohan Requester: ❤️‍🩹Anon A/N: I now nickname you ❤️‍🩹Anon, since your prompt is about y’know… healing and whatnot. Anyways, this is my first Dragon Ball piece so I do not guarantee that they are all in character, so warning there I guess. By the way, in Gohan's piece, the reader is female since y'know... Pan and all. Now, enjoy, I guess!

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»»————————————- 　 Cooler　 ————————————-««

🧊 When Cooler first inherited his portion of his family's army, he wasn't amused with how small it was. But, when comparing his power to his younger brother's, it was understandable why it was so differentiating when it comes to size

🧊 Thankfully, his father, King Cold, was kind enough to give him the district that you, his darling S/O of many years, lead with a high amount of nobility and pride

🧊 Cooler has been away for a while when you were sent out by Frieza to cover a nearby planet and either gain their trust or completely annihilate them without any mercy. It was truly your call there

🧊 But, when he returned to see that you and your band of armored warriors were missing and have been for a few hours, Cooler began to become nervous. You were never gone this long when taking care of some minor business on Frieza, King Cold, or even Cooler's orders

" Lord Frieza! There seems to be a misreading! "

" What do you mean by a misreading? " Frieza questioned, a sense of annoyance and a very small amount of curiosity laced him his already pissy tone.

" It seems that the planet we sent Section 213 to is full of powerful fire-demons, much like us! "

" What?! "

🧊 After hearing this, your lover demanded to see your coordinates and send out another section, Section 89, out to find you and your teammates. And while his younger sibling attempted to reassure him of your team's power, Cooler merely pushed him aside and began to descend with Section 89 right behind him

🧊 Once landed, Cooler began to fight with the team following suite, knocking each beast aside with relative average stats. While it took on average two or three members per monster, they were taking care of them relatively quick

" Y/N? Y/N, where the hell are you?! "

" She's over here, Master Cooler! "

🧊 Running at a high-speed that could be compared to the super-saiyan's, Cooler stopped in his tracks when seeing your bruised and cut-up body. You had a large gash on the side of your stomach, and he could tell from a mere few feet away that you needed immediate medical assistance

🧊 Once returned, Cooler yelled for the healers to fix you. Though, it was hard for them to focus with both Frieza and Cooler glaring at them from behind. Frieza was only there because he couldn't afford to lose a powerful warrior and by-far one of the most talented fighters he had left after the battle on Namek

🧊 At some point, the doctor had to push the two outside, which was where Cooler stayed while tyrannical emperor left to sort out the rest of his ship from the chaos

" Master Cooler. Your S/O is all patched up. "

" And? "

" They will make it perfectly well. They'll just need a few days of healing. They're quite lucky. If they were a mere Yardrat or Tuffle they'd most likely be beyond any kind of help. "

" Good. Now, leave. I must see them for myself. "

" Understood. "

🧊 While he sat down in a seat right beside your medical bed, Cooler just sighed and ran a hand across your cheek, which had multiple cuts and bruises, not to mention a slight burn that reached from your chin to your forehead in a straight line. Oh, how awful was it on that damned planet?

🧊 You'll tell him when you wake up. Yes you will. But for now, Cooler can lay his head down on your bed and rest for a bit before you awaken form your long-overdue power-nap

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»»————————————- 　 Frieza　 ————————————-««

🏔️ Frieza has hated being in Hell for the many years he was wrapped up like a larvae becoming a butterfly or moth and sung to like a baby by cutesy-bears and fairies. Due to this, he had a ton of pent-up anger. Which, while he did not mean it, he had accidentally taken out on a small fraction of his army

🏔️ From this lose in members, Frieza had no choice but to send out one of his best teams; Team Y/N. Which just so happened to be led by his favorite soldier and his one and only spouse, Y/N

🏔️ Before you and your team evacuated to check for any signs of life on the now-destroyed and bare wasteland that was once a prosperous land, you had left a solid message for your husband. One that he would forever regret not telling you in person

" If anything happens, I love you? That cheesy moron... "

" As if you are any better, brother. "

" Shut it, Cooler! "

🏔️ You and your team had just barely landed when one of them was snatched away with stupendous speed. This kind of speed was alarming to you and your underlings, causing a couple of them to panic and get snatched themselves

🏔️ Meanwhile on the ship, a fairly-rounded serving demon was observing the life-monitors that laid within each Frieza's Force member's body. And once he noticed the way they were immediately falling like flies, his tail feathers erupting and knocking his chair back, alarming his Highness

" What is going on down there?! " Frieza barked.

" Team Y/N is getting pummeled, killed even! We need to send people down there- now! "

🏔️ Frieza stood abruptly and ordered for the guards to follow him, after all, backup is necessary almost wherever the dangerous man went. Especially when it came to the safety of his lover

🏔️ Once landed, the sight of four out of the seven members of your team being impaled on the elongated tongues of horrifying and demonic-appearing beasts caused the Emperor of the Universe's heart to start racing. You better not have been harmed!

🏔️ The male raised his hand and sent a large beam of energy soaring at the monster, causing it's tongue to come flying off of it's mouth. The smell from it's blood was rancid, but if smelling this meant that you would be safe, then so be it

🏔️ You were located a mere few feet away, hiding behind a large boulder structure by Frieza. And once he picked you up, he rushed back to the ship, his men and yours following as they sent many beams at the creatures as they attempted to follow suit

🏔️ Back on the ship, Frieza sat in his room as the doctor healed you up. While he would love to be there for his dearest, the sight of their beaten and bloody body was by-far the only thing keeping him away from the Cui-copy's work

🏔️ The sound of his door being knocked on made him stand and ready himself, putting on his cool and composed facial expression before opening the door, ready to scold and possibly punish the soldier for daring to interrupt the most powerful being in the ship. How he would do so was already pulsating through his mind

" What is it you want? I am clearly in the middle of business. "

" Wow, you're seeming extra nice today. Are you sad I was hurt by that behemoth of a beast? "

🏔️ A small crack of his voice was heard as Frieza opened his eyes to see you standing there with a highly-functional mechanical cast around your leg, a small amount of pre-obtained energy holding your leg up and behind you in a position as if you were kneeling on one side

" Y/N... Why aren't you healing in the medbay?! I was about to come visit you! "

" Uh-huh. C'mon, the doctor said I needed to fix up my other leg's walking anyways! " Sarcasm was highly detecatble in your tone, causing Frieza to be slightly annoyed. Why are you being so calm?!

" That doesn't matter- "

" Yeah, yeah. Anyways, you got any wine back there? "

" W-what?! By what I remember, taking in alcohol, no matter the kind, with medication could cause someone to... overdose, if I remember correctly. "

" Aw~ Are you still worried about me?~ "

" S-shut it! Just- get in here already... you're a pain. "

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»»——————————- 　 Android 17　 ——————————-««

🐈‍⬛ This guy knew how dangerous this Tournament was, so why was he now just wondering why the enemy was being so tough on you, it was obvious that you were beaten, so why was he continuing?!

" Hey! He's going to far! "

" Y/N, hang in there! "

🐈‍⬛ Everyone's calls were only enraging your husband even farther as he fought against another Universe 5 fighter while you dealt with the other two dogs

🐈‍⬛ The yellow one, Lavender, has thrown so much of his poisonous energy at you that it was beginning to make your joints slow down, which alarmed the rest of your teammates. Hell, even Frieza was nervous at the sight- you had the amount of power that could level up to defeat him!

" Why you damned wolf! "

🐈‍⬛ Holding your hand up as you canceled out every sound around you, the slight movements of feet with fur and claws was the only thing you would allow through. This meant you would be able to both dodge and hit the remaining beast-men back with ease

" Take this! "

🐈‍⬛ Gripping his hand in yours, you could feel the poison rush through your body, but the feeling was numb to you, the amount of venom in your system seemingly muted out anymore seeping through your thick-skin

" Wait, what the hell?! "

🐈‍⬛ Android 17 smirked and jumped up before kicking the blue wolf, Bergamo, in your direction while you powered a whip of energy before wrapping Basil and Lavender up as you twirled them around and threw them away, grabbing Bergamo on the way as they soared back and off the edge of the field, resulting in a Universe 7 win

🐈‍⬛ 17 ran up to you and wrapped his arms around you before you were teleported back up to your teammates for a small intermission granted by Zeno upon Goku's request

" What were you thinking? "

" About the survival of our home, and our family. "

" And while I appreciate that, Y/N, you must be more careful with your limits. I don't need another Goku around. "

" Hey! "

🐈‍⬛ Hearing you chuckle as Whis laid his staff on your forehead before booping you and releasing your body of the poison's affects made your husband smile gently and hold you close as Universe 7's angel chanted with an 'all better now!'

" Don't you ever scare me like that again, you hear? "

" Nope, you forgot a couple of things in that sentence there, mister. "

" Why you... alright. Please don't ever scared me like that again. I love you to much for that to happen. "

" That's better. "

🐈‍⬛ While you laid your foreheads upon one another's, the sound of Goku and Frieza gagging in the back caused you to laugh as 17 just sighed like a disappointed father

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»»————————————- 　 Gohan　 ————————————-««

📚 Unlike his father, Gohan was primarily focused on his work and studies growing up. Putting his training behind for helping his family of his wife, Y/N, and his young daughter, Pan, prosper in life

📚 You on the other hand, adored to fight. As you were raised by your favorite person on Earth, who also just so happened to be a fellow descendant of the Three-Eyed People, Tien Shinhan

📚 As Pan grew older, you would help Piccolo and others train her, teaching her valuable lessons in minor training for her human-side while Piccolo handled her more alien side, which came from your husband

📚 Gohan knew that sometimes you would go out and about with his father's old friends in order to handle some ordeals, and with you being one of the strongest human fighters in their current time, you were practically required to attend

📚 As you kissed your daughter's forehead and gave your husband the tightest hug known to the half-blooded Saiyan, you gave him a final message until you returned a few days later

" If anything happens, I love you. "

📚 If anything happens? How far away were you going this time?

📚 While it was quite a hassle balancing his job and caring for Pan by himself, Gohan was grateful to have both his mother, Chi-Chi, his sensei, Piccolo, and his childhood friend, Videl, all there to help out once and a while

📚 He couldn't wait for when you would come home. Counting down the days with fun dinners for him and his daughter as the calendar was decorated with cute little stickers from Videl

" Hey Papa? Why does Mama look so beaten up? "

" She probably- wait she looks what?! "

" She has a big cut on the side of her face. It looks like it's bleeding a lot! "

📚 Gohan opened the front door of your home and picked you up quickly before rushing inside and running towards the bathroom to find your first-aid kit. Well, one of the many you had around the house

📚 Pan looked worried as you picked her up and laid her on your lap, brushing your hand through her hair as she sniffed and began to allow tears to bulge up in her eyes. You never liked to see your daughter in any kind of distress, especially emotionally. Physical scars can heal, but emotions are far harder to fix

" Mama, where did you get the cut...? "

" Let's just say... Mama got into a fight with some bad people and Mama kicked their butts. "

" Really? What were they like? Were they s... sai... "

" Saiyans? "

" Yeah! Were they Saiyans like Papa? "

📚 As Gohan walked back into the room with gauze being prepared in his hands, he saw just how comfortable Pan asked you questions while you avoided the topic of exactly who you fought and what happened on that planet miles away

" Y/N, can you please lift your headpiece up? "

📚 You did as your husband asked as you laid your thick head piece on the side, it was cracked from some force coming from your now deceased enemy, but it was nothing that Bulma couldn't fix!

📚 While Gohan bandaged up your head and arms, Pan asked both you and him questions of the days back when you both fought side-by-side. And whenever you mentioned him singing with the old dragon, Icarus, his face erupted in a mix of pink and red

📚 Why was your memory so damn good...

" Can I hear the song? "

" I don't think Piccolo would like to be reminded of that... again... "

" All the more reason to do it! "