#forget blood magic and revenge and resurrections

[leulahart]

the alayne sample chapter from winds is actually something that can be so personal

[arty-shadow-morningstar]

Graveyard Siblings (2)

Alright, Here is the addition to the first post I made about Marinette having a somewhat of a similar backstory to Jason.

[Masterlist]

WARNING: the Revenge part have some suicide, death, physical abuse and bullying stuff mentioned. Extreme Lila Bashing.

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Marinette runs a business called Afterlife (I am bad with names, gimme a break) with Wayne Enterprise as a partnership. She is the mysterious designer MT.

Jagged knows about Marinette and the whole LB thing after one scare and an explanation and promotes it a lot.

The Waynes can’t believe that she knew Jagged Stone.

So Afterlife brand is taking off and is the hottest new thing since Jagged is wearing it and MT is apparently the mysterious newly adopted Wayne who hasn’t appeared in public much and the family’s personal designer.

Loads of Celebrity commissions.

Gabriel loses sales as the new line they launched ‘coincided’ with the launch of Afterlife’s newest fashion line called Karma.

I should mention that Edna Mode(?) and Audrey Bourgeois gave many praises to MT because they are amazing designs and to spite Gabriel a little bit.

Gabriel doesn’t panic yet. A lie

I haven’t talked about Lila much, have I? Let’s just say she got a visit from a ghost, well, several ghosts.

Remember that guy Marinette mentioned that could get her fake documents. It was John Costantine, who owes her a favor ( he owes her more than a few and he would do anything she asked for her brownies. )

Tim and Babs dig up dirt on Lila Rossi and their silence was brought with a delicious cake.(coffee flavored for Tim)

Gets John to do a little summoning for her.

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(Suicide implied, death, bullying, You have been warned)

“~Lila~. ~Oh Lila~”

Lila turned to her other side, wishing the voice would shut up.

“Oh, Lie-la, sleeping so peacefully. So silent. I wish you would stay that way forever.” The voice said menacingly.

Lila’s eyes snapped wide open to come face-to-face with supposed to be dead Marinette Dupain-Cheng with a manic look. Did Marinette had red eyes before?

Lila screamed.

“Oh, it’s no use. No one will hear you. Remember when you said those words. To poor Bianca. Every day at lunch break in the old unused bathrooms when you beat her up for not doing as you say.”

A girl with long dark hair appeared. Covered in black and blue bruises. Looking at Lila with hate.

“Let’s not forget. Poor Tommy. Alex. Andrea. Wil. Gary. Nico. Freya. Magnus. Della…” As Marinette listed off names, more and more teens appeared, the youngest being a 10 year old girl.

They all had the same expression as Bianca. Utter hatred.

“And there is me. The latest in your long line of victims. Lie-la, how do you feel right now, looking at the casualties of your greed for fame and fortune? Your ‘enemies’. And you know that English saying, ‘The enemy of my enemy is my friend’.” Marinette gave a sinister laugh.

“You are dead. You were all supposed to be dead. This isn't real. This isn’t real.” Lila chanted, closing her eyes and covering her ears.

She felt cold fingers lifting up her face to meet red eyes, promising many Bad things.

“Sorry, sweetie. This is the cold harsh reality. You thought that you could get away with it. The deaths you caused with your filthy lies and ‘so-call accidents’. You danced on our ashes and you built your kingdom with our blood on your hands. I hoped you enjoyed it while it lasted. ”

The nails dug further into her face, drawing some blood and sure to leave some scars.

“Because, Lila Rossi, this is the last time you would know peace. And could you pass on a message to the Agrestes for me. Tell them that Death cannot hold back the wrath of Ladybug.” Turning to the other ghosts. “Get her.”

Marinette stepped back as the other teens pounced on her. Scratching, pulling, biting. Inflicting pain on Lila. She jumped out the window and landed next to John smoking.

“Thanks for everything. Will she be okay?” Lila’s screams can’t be heard due to a soundproof charm.

“She will wake up in the morning, a little sore thinking it was all a nightmare.”

“That is until she looks into a mirror. I left a little something to remind her that it actually happened. By the way, can you help me with this curse?” She said, pulling out a notebook.

“Let me see. Hmm.. Oh.. that’s a good one. Nice. Wow...You are very creative with curses, remind me to never get on your bad side. But are you sure about that last part?”

“Lila needs a lesson and as much as I hate her and wants her to suffer for the rest of eternity. She doesn’t deserve being tormented for the rest of her life. At least, she should learn that actions have consequences, especially for everything she had done so far.”

“You are too kind despite everything that has happened, Pigtails.”

“Doesn’t mean I am going to give you the resurrection spell I used.”

“You are no fun. You are as bad as Bats.”

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Lila’s curse is that she sees her victims when she leasts expects it. Alya, talking about her blog, is replaced with Bianca cracking her knuckles and about to punch Lila. In everyone else, it looked Lila screamed ‘Please don’t hurt me” to a confused Alya.

Lies some more to save face but the more she lies, the more the ghosts keep appearing. Some actually hurt her but there are no bruises or cuts to prove that it happened.

She is just so jumpy all the time and during photoshoots, Adrien gets replaced with a rotting corpse and every picture comes out with fear in her eyes.

Gabriel fires her after a million complaints.

Not before relaying Marinette’s message. “She cursed me. She came into my room and did this to me (pointing to the scars on her face.) She sent my dead classmates after me.”

“Who?”

“Ladybug. She told me to tell you that even Death cannot stop Ladybug’s wrath. So better watch your back, M. Agreste.”

(Gabriel didn’t feel threaten not at all. There is no such thing as ghosts. Sure magic is real with the Kwamis and the Miraculouses as proof. But ghosts? Those are just stories. Lila Rossi just had a nightmare that was too vivid for her. He definitely is not searching Google for warding them off. Especially revenge-seeking ones. He was just looking for inspiration. That MT caused a lot of trouble and sleepless nights for Gabriel but this next line was sure to be a success.) He was wrong.

No matter how many NDAs he made people signed and how much security measures he took. Afterlife seems to hosts fashion shows, launch new lines or their designs made the cover of a famous fashion magazine and SHOWING UP the GABRIEL brand EVERY! SINGLE! TIME!

Gabriel is rarely in the headlines these days and most of the billboards in Paris is filled with products from Afterlife (Chloe as a model with a mask to conceal her identity which adds to a mystery.) or WE.

He is super frustrated and a little desperate.

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Got any ideas for revenge on Gabriel, Natalie and Adrien? Also the rest of the class?

(Part 3)

[starshipsofstarlord]

Sheer | Kai Parker

Warnings; SMUT, ANGST, and FLUFF, mentions of death, mourning, loss, mentions of murder, trauma, swearing, unprotected sex,

A/N; sorta made up a whole storyline for this imagine, may be a teeny bit different and may have gotten a little carried away, please enjoy loves

It would not uphold, the weather held a grudge against you as you trudged through the pouring rain, cursing you for thinking that you would be safe on your lonesome.

Instead of a monster, the world wished for you to drown in its falling rivers, making you shiver down to the bone. It was too cold, but you had to go there, it was a ritual.

Since the death of your boyfriend, Aaron, who was killed by Damon, someone you thought to be a friend, you felt broken.

You had tried everything to bring him back, but without the power of a witch, it was deemed impossible, and Bonnie refused to help you, claiming that it was necromancy, and far from her beliefs.

It angered you, how everybody would dismiss the lost lives that Damon took. He got a free pass, he didn’t even regret his own invalid actions.

He was a monster, and you hated him. If you couldn’t bring Aaron back, then you would instead kill his murderer. That would not only give you a sense of revenge, but also make the world a safer place. There would be one less vampire making people’s lives a misery.

“Hi there.” You stopped in your tracks, the voice sending shivers down your spine. Whilst it sounded like a man, in reality it could be anything.

The skin of a human was a disguise the majority of the time, a bloodsucker or a wolf coping inside the exterior, thirsting to break free from the walls of bones and flesh.

“Kai.” He was not exactly human, he was a witch, the one thing that you needed. You had met him through Elena, who was luckily also angered by Damon’s actions, Aaron had been her friend.

And just like that, he had died. But she hid her feelings well, pretending all was fine because she was in love with the gruelling monster that you wished to execute.

However, even though you wanted to bring back your lost beloved, the time that had passed made your mind being up the idea of moving on.

The first person that sprung into your imagination was Kai Parker, the new sociopath in town. He was new, unaware of the traumatising past experience that lingered in your heart, and not to mention, his specimen was one of beauty.

Those grey eyes, ever so curious could bore straight into your soul, and you’d gladly let him mangle it, you no longer had a use for it anyway.

“Why are you out here y/n/n?” He asked with a tilt of his head that had your heart beating profusely.

Everyone knew of his effect on you, but they told you to dismiss it. It was cruel, that they’d rather have you mourning the loss of your partner than to move on with another.

To you, it didn’t matter if he were supposed to be the enemy, you no longer wanted to fight their battles. All you desired was to be in love, with somebody that felt the same.

And whilst you doubted that Kai knew how to feel such a strong emotion, some attention wasn’t the worst thing in the world. As a matter of fact, it worked well as a distraction, it made you almost forget the grudge that you held against the eldest Salvatore.

Almost.

“It’s nothing.” You whisked the direction of the conversation away from your deceased boyfriend, not wanting to talk about him to anyone, let alone Malachai Parker.

Even thinking of Aaron caused a void to open in the middle of your chest, it was unbelievably painful. You thought some people, such as Bonnie would understand, rather than think the loss as a regular occurrence.

To put it simply, the entire ordeal was completely fucked up, and you felt much more guilty for biting your lip at the expression that Kai pulled; his eyebrows raised, and his fingers carefully running down the side of his own jaw.

Oh god, his fingers. There were so many things that you could imagine him doing with those, and from the way he waved them on a greeting, he knew that he teased the thought too.

“Basically...” he began, rolling his grey eyes with what he liked to call modesty, and you classified as boredom, “you’re stuck out in the rain, and if I’m not mistaken, you live halfway across town.”

“Stalker much?” You sneered, crossing your arms across your chest, which only made his gaze wander down, and hold their movements for a dragged out moment. “What are you looking at?” You exasperatedly sighed, only understanding when you followed his peering.

He was focused on your chest, that through your white shirt, appeared almost bare. The lace of your bra was giving him a clear frontal, and so you adjusted your arms, so that they covered more and whatever they had pushed up to peak his intrigue.

“Why am I not surprised?” Shaking your wet hair, which was pointless considering that it was still raining, you realised that you felt the creeping of the cold.

You had been oblivious to it, thinking that it was a side guest to your tears, almost a consequence. But you were no longer tearful, mostly angry at the killer that ruined your future and acted as though it were no big deal.

“I thought you were supposed to be at college.” Kai quirked his brow, proud of the fact that he knew that. However you shook your head, and watched as he removed his jacket, clasping it around your shoulders, shielding you somewhat from the weather.

It appeared as no big deal to him, but it was to you, sociopaths weren’t famous for being kind and charitable. They always had agendas, their agendas, well they were obviously sociopathic.

But from the glazing of the witch’s eyes, you only saw a lost man. He was misinterpreted by all that he knew, they treated him like an outsider, alienated him as though he were a monster, and validly that was why he was seen as one.

“No.” You whispered, confused as to why you were so complied to correct the man. “My boyfriend was killed, I don’t want to go back there, it’s clear why.”

You attempted to give him a small smile, but it came out as a pained grimace. Just the thought had your mood drained, even more so since there was no route to resurrect him.

“Oh yeah, I heard about that.” He didn’t shiver in the rain, instead he seemed comfortable simply standing there, conversing with you in the rainfall. “Damon did it, right?”

Licking your lips, you hesitantly nodded, ashamed of the fact that you had once called the vampire a friend. From the start, you were always wary of him, but eventually you managed to become close to him. And then he ruined your chance of happiness, literally sucking the life out of it.

“What a dick.” Kai was blunt with his annotation, but you couldn’t deny that he was right about them. “Sorry for your loss and all that blah blah. We should get somewhere warm though, you can tell me more.”

It was a strange feeling, you felt pulled to the male, it was as though he was one side of a magnet, and you were another. And so you accepted his invitation, and followed him, breathing in the scent of his black coat. It was much sweeter than you had expected.

🏹

His so called home was an apartment, that you no doubt expected he had convinced someone with his magic to give him rent free. Or he killed them, either or you guessed.

But the thought of death itself was one that you weren’t too keen on thinking about, not now. Instead, you’d rather enjoy the company of someone that didn’t shame you for hating and desiring to kill the one and only Damon Salvatore.

Most of your friends didn’t take you seriously, they just barked laughter, not believing, nor willing to think that you could ever commit such a sentence. But they didn’t share your pain, if they did, you were sure that they’d understand.

Matt got it, he resented the vampire and a lot of the other blood suckers too. And your certainly couldn’t blame him, he had lost his sister, and there was no reason behind her change. It had all just been a game, a gruesome one at that.

Kai lightly removed his jacket from your shoulders, hanging it on a hook to dry. He almost appeared embarrassed, having you in such a private space.

But you didn’t want him to endure such a mindset as that. Instead you smiled, brushing your damp hair out of your face, grasping his hands. They were cold, and that made you frown. No one ever cared what he had gone through, instead they just wanted to rid the world of him.

Even his family had dismissed him, all because he had been different, and treating him as such had definitely had a mind mingling affect on him. It repented an unstoppable rage inside of him, one that ended in dead children and imprisonment.

“Thankyou.” The small example of affection had Kai tilt his head awkwardly and pull his hands away from your own. He wasn’t used to people even being polite towards him, let alone openly sharing contact with him.

You should have been scared of him. Or at least somewhat repulsed, but you weren’t, and it was a first for him. Most around him taunted him with blame, or pointed out his obvious flaws.

And so he ducked his chin downwards into his chest, taking a couple of steps back, mumbling something about retrieving you a dry shirt.

As you waited for him, you peeled off the sheer layer, dropping the ball of wet material upon the ground. Your bra had soaked into your skin, but you left that on out of modesty.

When Kai returned, his mouth gaped open, eyes widening at the half undressed sight of you. But he tried to avert your gaze, blushing at your lack of attire.

“It’s okay.” You jested to him , reaching out for the clean shirt that he had brought for you. “You can look, it’s not like I’m naked.”

“Yet.” He smirked as he allowed his stare to freely roam. His voice had been small, but you had heard it as clear as day. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be thinking like that, you’re in mourning and I get that you wouldn’t want to, yknow.”

His hand gestured between the pair of you , prompting what he was talking about. But maybe he was wrong, after all, it had been a while since you had any physical intimacy, and you’d be a fool to deny that there was chemistry between you and a particular witch.

“Don’t be sorry.” You put the dry shirt aside, walking closer to the brunette. “I am in mourning, but I’m going to get my revenge, and a distraction sure wouldn’t hurt.”

“And here I thought that you were just a pretty face.” Kai’s hand drifted to the side of your face, pulling you closer so that your lips were almost brushing. His breath ghosted over your own intermingling the fumes of lust and intrigue. “But it seems that there is a darkness in that mind of yours, I’m impressed with your plans to say the least.”

“I haven’t even told you any of them yet.” Your hand drifted under the band of his jeans, plucking teasingly at the denim, licking your teeth as you made strong eye contact with him.

“Tell me after.” He ordered, grasping your hips, and clashing your bodies together. Your lips worked hungrily against each other, both pairs of your hands grabbing all that they could, you and him both desperate to hold onto anything.

Kai shoved you backward into a table, trapping you against it as his lips fell downwards, and began to suck at your neck.

But at that contact, you pushed Kai away, freezing for a moment. Damon’s teeth had been on Aaron’s neck, sinking in and draining all that be worth.

“See Elena thinks I’m a monster, and she’s right.” You were unable to move as Aaron stood against the vampire, you had been compelled, and you wanted nothing more than to scream out for Damon to stop, but there was no audio in your throat.

There was no scream as Damon bared his fangs , nor when he sunk them into your boyfriend’s neck, instead you were holding back your tears, as you had been commanded to.

He held him to his mouth for a moment before dropping his body lifeless upon the ground. And you couldn’t help but stare at the sight.

Enzo wore a content smirk, and it sickened you to your stomach. Damon turned, his thirsty eyes boring into your form, that wanted nothing more than to crumble into a million people.

“You may now speak.” His pupils found yours, engaging with your soul, that felt broken and completely shattered.

“Are you going to kill me too?” A part of you was hopeful that he would, but as he came closer, you recognised the mischief in his stance.

He had plans for you, none of which you suspected to like. “Do it, show Elena how much of a monster you really are!”

If he killed you, you’d have liked to think that Elena would be furious , but it was expected that eventually she would forgive him when he put his humanity back on.

“Or instead...” you feared his humoured expression, eyes flickering between his feet that were walking closer to you and your dead partner that lay lifelessly a couple of meters away. “I could show her how much of a monster you are.”

He bit into his wrist, bringing it towards your mouth, and as much as you felt the urge to squirm, you could do nothing more but stand there and abide his compulsion.

“Are you okay?” Kai asked, brushing his nose against your own, wanting to know if you wanted to continue. He knew that you were a victim of trauma, and he understood it’s affects.

In regards to his past, his coping method had been inflicting it in return. But you had done no foul against him, and so he would not torture you or force you into something that you had no intention of continuing.

“Yeah.” You breathed, blinking to push the memory away, temporarily at least. “Bedroom.” You ushered, squealing distractedly as he hoisted you into his arms, wrapping your legs perfectly around his waist.

He dropped you upon the mattress, hovering over you, removing his shirt after you began to tug on the dark and rain pelted material.

Leaning your elbows, you unclipped the back of your bra, discarding it somewhere far from your memory, and Kai sunk down, his lips latching onto your nipple, playing with the other in his rough hands.

“Your fucking gorgeous.” He hummed around your breast, his fingers drifting down your stomach to the band of your leggings.

His compliment made you smile, and as he ripped off your pants, he slipped a hand inside of your panties, rubbing your sensitive flesh. But you groaned, frowning at his tantalising actions.

“Just need you inside of me.” You told him, and he was more than happy to comply, so he worked on his belt, as you slipped off your own underwear, and removed the torn fabric from around your legs.

When you looked up, you noticed that he was completely bare, and already had himself in hand. There was precum balancing on his tip and at the sight you licked your lips.

“You ready?” He asked bringing his head down to your chin, placing a delicate kiss upon the bump, and teasing his other tip against your opening, swiping through your wetness and using it to lube himself up.

“God yes.” You sighed, your hands finding refuge upon the back of his shoulders, your nails sinking into his firm skin.

And so, with consent, he pushed in, groaning at the initial tightness. “And I thought that it was wet outside.” He laughed, causing you to snort, he was funnier than you had expected him to be.

It almost made you swoon, but no, you couldn’t be interested in Kai, could you? Everyone thought you had been, even Bonnie had stated that you often undressed him with your eyes in the worst of situations, but it had never been a big deal to you.

And then it hit you like a ton of bricks, with a snap of Kai’s hips. All along you had denied any interest of another man, all because of the one that you had lost. And everyone already knew that there were sparks between you and the witch, before either of you had caught on.

“Shit.” He huffed, reaching down and biting your lips, causing your eyes to flutter sensuously, and dark veins to appear underneath.

At the feeling, you tried to bury your face sidewards into the pillow so that he couldn’t see, but he held you still as he gave shallow thrusts inside of you.

“Don’t look away, I think you’re beautiful.” Him saying that alone had you almost in tears. Despite trying to bring Aaron back you feared what he would think of you when he returned, or well, if he could.

Would he think you a monster, that stood idly by when he was killed? Because if so, you’re heart would literally break, and you wouldn’t be able to bare living any longer.

Living, funny. You hardly described what you were doing as such anyways. But currently, you did truly feel alive again, perhaps that was just the affect of having a dick inside of you.

But as Kai reached down and fiddled with your clit, you knew that you were done for. Your head fell back, eyes closed and mouth open, showcasing your fangs, your orgasm hitting you like a train.

He continued his movements until he felt he was nearing his point, and then he finished too, having no worry in impregnating you as you were well, to put it lightly , dead.

Both of you panted as he pulled out and fell beside you. Your eyes stared at the ceiling, your concentration eventually broken when Kai spoke.

“Damon did it, didn’t he? He turned you.” Your face had returned to its previous disguise, you looked human once more. But it was no secret that you were now a savage, a monster like Damon.

“Yeah.” You bit your lip, trying not to cry at the thought. It was the last thing in the world that you ever wanted, but Damon knew that too. And so he had cursed you, for all of eternity.

“Then he deserves to die.” Kai stated, he was already against the Salvatores, but his hatred for them had just increased.

[shieldofrohan]

Speaking of POV's. I am insanely curious. Do you think Jon will stop being a POV character after his death like Catelyn/Lady Stoneheart?

Hello Anon,

Maybe at first? Because he will be inside Ghost for a while. But I have to admit that a Ghost/Jon PoV would be awesome.

But do I think Jon will stop being a POV character for good?

No. Because unlike Cat we need his POV. He is a main character. More than Cat ever was.

And don't forget that Cat died for good because now there is only Lady Stoneheart. This is not like Sansa becoming Alayne or Arya becoming this and that. Martin wants to emphasize that Catelyn Tully Stark is dead and Lady Stoneheart is just a woman who seeks revenge.

Martin accepts the similarities between Beric, Stoneheart and Show!Jon when it's asked:

GRRM: [...] That’s, in some ways, me talking to Tolkien in the dialogue, saying, “Yeah, if someone comes back from being dead, especially if they suffer a violent, traumatic death, they’re not going to come back as nice as ever.” That’s what I was trying to do, and am still trying to do, with the Lady Stoneheart character.

Q: And Jon Snow, too, is drained by the experience of coming back from the dead on the show.

GRRM: Right. And poor Beric Dondarrion, who was set up as the foreshadowing of all this, every time he’s a little less Beric. His memories are fading, he’s got all these scars, he’s becoming more and more physically hideous, because he’s not a living human being anymore. His heart isn’t beating, his blood isn’t flowing in his veins, he’s a wight, but a wight animated by fire instead of by ice, now we’re getting back to the whole fire and ice thing.

SOURCE

So it is safe to assume that Jon will be less like Jon, his memories might fade and physically he won't be a normal human. But we also have to remember some factors:

Unlike Beric Jon has died only once, he will be resurrected only once so resurrection will have less effects on him

Unlike Catelyn he probably won't stay dead too long

Melisandre is probably a better priest and she says that magic is stronger at Wall.

I think Cat's death was worse considering her watching Robb dying and whole massacre in Red Wedding

And most importantly he has GHOST.

I am 99% sure that he warged into Ghost and it means that his soul and mind has not actually died. And in Jon's case we have to look at Varamyr's situation in ADWD Prologue.

Varamyr could feel the snowflakes melting on his brow. This is not so bad as burning. Let me sleep and never wake, let me begin my second life. His wolves were close now. He could feel them. He would leave this feeble flesh behind, become one with them, hunting the night and howling at the moon. The warg would become a true wolf. Which, though?

[…]

“They say you forget,” Haggon had told him, a few weeks before his own death. “When the man’s flesh dies, his spirit lives on inside the beast, but every day his memory fades, and the beast becomes a little less a warg, a little more a wolf, until nothing of the man is left and only the beast remains.”

Varamyr knew the truth of that. When he claimed the eagle that had been Orell’s, he could feel the other skinchanger raging at his presence. Orell had been slain by the turncloak crow Jon Snow, and his hate for his killer had been so strong that Varamyr found himself hating the beastling boy as well. He had known what Snow was the moment he saw that great white direwolf stalking silent at his side. One skinchanger can always sense another. Mance should have let me take the direwolf. There would be a second life worthy of a king. He could have done it, he did not doubt. The gift was strong in Snow, but the youth was untaught, still fighting his nature when he should have gloried in it.

[…]

A sleeping direwolf raised his head to snarl at empty air. Before their hearts could beat again he had passed on, searching for his own, for One Eye, Sly, and Stalker, for his pack. His wolves would save him, he told himself.

That was his last thought as a man.

True death came suddenly; he felt a shock of cold, as if he had been plunged into the icy waters of a frozen lake. Then he found himself rushing over moonlit snows with his packmates close behind him. Half the world was dark. One Eye, he knew. He bayed, and Sly and Stalker gave echo.

When they reached the crest the wolves paused.

More about Jon and One Eye: XX

As we can see Varamyr thinks like Varamyr for now but he knows that the beast will take him over in time. So it will be important for Jon that how long he'll be in Ghost's body (not too long imo).

And guess what? Martin gave us a Varamyr POV. You might say that he gave it for us to understand post-resurrection Jon because we won't have his pov in next books but I feel like as a writer Martin will take the challenge.

He didn't give us Beric/Cat POV and he only gave us a dead warg's pov. But what about a resurrected dead warg's pov? I think we need to read it and he needs to write it.

And Jon is such a central figure for the story... we still need him for: Wall, retaking WF, RLJ, DoD 2.0, Others plots.

Imagine not having a Jon POV after him learning about his real parents. RLJ is the main mystery of the series and he is in the middle of it. Even just for that plot we need his pov so I am almost sure that we'll keep reading his povs in next books.

Thanks for the ask.

[hecohansen31]

Michael Langdon One Shots (Masterlist)

“Heavy Is The Heart Of A King” (Hades! Michael+Persephone! Reader) (*).

SUMMARY: Your husband lately has seemed distant and you are unable to stop yourself from goin anything but pushing away. Not everything is easy when you are the ruler of the Underworld…

WARNINGS: OOC! Michael, Not Based Onto Actual Myths, Hadestown! Inspired, Anger Outbursts, Mention of Explotaition and Sex.

“Reaching Ecstasy” (Art Teacher! Michael+Student! Reader) (*).

SUMMARY: When the times come for your interview with Mr. Langdon, your art teacher, you can’t help but be rather confused by his requests.

WARNINGS: Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Compromising Situation and Slight Dub-Con (Michael using his position of power over Reader, although she is consensual to the entire thing) (also Reader is absolutely legal, since she is 20, in this fic!), Blasphemous talk about Ecstasy.

“Shameless” (Dance Instructor! Michael+Prima Ballerina! Reader) (*).

SUMMARY: Your dance instructor has always been an enigma to you, till a lone night in the dance-room, where dance and secrets ends up tangled together (exactly as you and Michael).

WARNINGS: Unprotected (WRAP IT UP KIDS) Sex, Dom-Sub dynamics (with change of powers), Fingering, Guided Masturbation, slightly Dub-Con, Vulgarities, Mention of Satanism and Supernatural Themes, Slight Angst, Slut-Shaming and Religious Fanatism.

(Kinktober: (17th) Breeding Kink) (Supreme! Michael+Alpha! Reader) (*).

SUMMARY: Michael’s desire for you is suddenly so unhibited and strange and you can’t help but wonder what has caused it… although you are not complaining about it

WARNINGS: Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink/Creampie.

“Little Love Notes” (Outpost! Michael+ Ex-Secretary! Reader): (*).

SUMMARY: You have grown accostumed to leaving little cute notes on your boss’ desk, and this got you fired, as soon as Mr Langdon discovered the identity of his secret admirer… but appreantly it does’t end here…

WARNINGS: Rough (Unprotected: guys… please don’t do it withouth a condom, it does not only protect from unwanted pregnancies, but also it is against STDs) Sex (with things such as spanking and a lot of rough handling), Oral Sec (Female Receiving), Semi-Public Sex (Reader is on the phone at a certain point). “Sir” Kink, but generally BDSM relationship going on!

“Those Worlds” (Outpost! Michael+Reader) (*).

SUMMARY: When anything fails, Michael has to resort to those words..

WARNINGS: Just Michael Threateing People… and Mention of Depression and Anxiety.

“A Change Of (H)air & Other Things” (Outpost! Michael+Short Haired! Reader) 

SUMMARY: Life at the Outpost is pretty boring, mosty when you are separated from your love and waiting for him… and this prompts a little change with the help of a fellow survivor…

WARNING: Mention of Sex, and Hair Pulling… (also just Outpost! Michael being a little shit).

“The Magic Word Is” (Fire & Reign! Michael+Secretary! Reader) (*).

SUMMARY: Although you might be Michael’s submissive, he is completely wrapped around your little finger.

WARNINGS: Dom-Sub Relationship, Spanking, Punishment, Sexual Themes, Mention of Sexual SItuations, Nudity, Mention of Self-Harm.

“Preying On You” (Vampire Sojourn! Michael+Human! Reader) (*).

SUMMARY: What was supposed to be a girls’ night out turn out much more bloody than what ou expected, but there might be some advantages to meeting a vampire…

WARNINGS: Unprotected (DON’T FORGET CONDOMS, KIDS), Rough Sex, Dub-Con, Blood Consumption and Blood Kink (THERE WILL BE BLOOD, KIDS!), Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Kidnapping (and mention of sexual trafficking, alongside use of drugs to kidnap), Michael being a bit of a stalker…

“My Burning Sun Will Someday Raise” (Vampire Crimeboss! Michael+Human! Reader) (*).

SUMMARY: Your Michael Langdon’s little mouse: costantly searching for secrets for him, but once the truth is out, you might become more and more important to the cold-hearted man.

WARNINGS: Unprotected (WRAP IT UP, PLEASE!) Sex, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Blood (drinking and blood play), Mention of Violence, of Slut-Shaming, and Usage of Vulgar Terms.

“In The Garden of Evil” (Borgia! MIchael+Servant! Reader) (*). 

SUMMARY: The oldest story of all, the little mouse caugh in its own trap, as she spies something much juicier than any apple.

WARNINGS: Male Masturbation, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Mention of Sex and Incest, Blasphemy and Renainssance mentions.

“Only Destiny Can Judge Us” (Supreme! Michael+Alpha! Reader) (*)

SUMMARY: The cycle that the prophecy spoke about is going to start again, and your nightmares are only the proof of how horrid it will all be again.

WARNINGS: Resurrection Talk, Violence, Non-Sexual Choking, Prophecy, AU; Unprotected (DO IT WITH PROTECTION, BABES!) Sex, Oral (Female Receiving) Sex, Fingering, Hate-To-Love.

“I Know The Science of The Ancient Flame” (Michael+Reader, Modern AU).

SUMMARY: Stuck in a tiny elevator with your ex-boyfriend, you suddenly discover that your story might be more classical than you thought.

WARNINGS: Angst, Past Trauma, Break-Up, Classical Annoying Things, Claustrophobia, Claustrophobic Spaces.

(Kinktober: (28th) Master/Mistress) (*).

SUMMARY: Your jealousy sometimes just gets the best of you

(Also this is inspired by a conversation I had with @/dyns33, so thank you, sweetie I hope you’ll like it, and alongside this… I have another idea for them).

Also this is based onto this.

WARNINGS: Bloody (I didn’t have a blood kink before this pairing…), Fingering, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Squirting, Slightly Dub-Con (Vampire Mind Tricks), Master, Vulgarities, Mention of Drugs.

“A Cure For Unrequited Love” (Hawthorne Michael+Witch! Reader+Cordelia) (*).

SUMMARY; When your crush for the headmistress of Robinchaux, ends up badly, Michael decides to help you get over with it, with a rather “unorthodox” method…

WARNINGS: Rough Unprotected (as always wrap it up before doing the dirty; it will protect you from both unwanted pregnancy and STDs, be smart and safe, lovelies of mine) Sex (specifically we are talking about Hate-Sex, so be aware of that), Spanking, Slapping, Sir Kink, Degradation through harsh words, Oral Sex (Female-Male receiving) and  Magic involved in the bedroom (because that’s what I would do with magic, I am a hoe…). Also Angst, Heartbreak and Unrequited Love.

(Kinktober: (19th) Double Penetration) (Fuckboy! Michael+Reader+Incubus! Michael) (*)

SUMMARY: Michael can’t help but love your devilish mind, sometimes.

WARNINGS: Vaginal/Anal Sex, Unprotected (USE A PROTECTION KIDS, I LOVE YOU AND STAY SAFE)/Oral Sex (Female Receiving)/Incubus involved in sex/Double Penetretation.

“Terrible Thing” (Hawthorne! Michael+Scorned! Reader): (*)

SUMMARY: Boys will be boys, but then girls shall be girls and take their revenge and when one specific warlock we all know decides to do prank another witch… well he is about to learn that a scorned woman is the most dangerous beast of them all (Also, little suggestions: if you want to feel the full extense of this…listen meanwhile reading to “Terrible Things” by AG & Brad Gordon).

WARNING: There is no sex, but there is a bit foreplay and dirty talk, alongside a good amount of nudity so… you better read this in your room, alone…

“The Tomboy & The Model” (Model Michael+Tomboyish! Reader) (*)

SUMMARY: You and shy model Michael could be the most different people in the world, but somehow you end up working quite well together.

WARNINGS: Sub! Michael, Dom! Reader (also brief mention of Dom! Michael and Sub! Reader), Spanking, Oral Sex (Male and Female Receiving), Orgasm Denial, A Bit Of Dirty Talk, Use of the F-word, and Drunken Assault.

(Kinktober: (23rd) Model! Michael+Tomboy! Reader) (*).

SUMMARY: On a particular hard day Michael shows you how beautiful you truly are.

WARNINGS: Fingering (Female Receiving), Body Worship, In Front of A Mirror, Stress and Anxiety Mentions.

[lupinuslepidus]

....also liora

Full Name: Liora Rain Gender and Sexuality: daggers; ace. she is so, so ace and confused. Pronouns: she/her Ethnicity/Species: human Birthplace and Birthdate: Awae (the capital of Spring); uhh oh dear, never chose a date but she's 29 now so was born in the year 2383 i think? Guilty Pleasures: birdwatching Phobias: inability to keep loved ones safe. What They Would Be Famous For: gallery exhibits of innovative sculptures! her preferred material is clay (although she’s branched out into metal- and glassworking lately); most of her work draws inspiration from nature, whether it’s a sculpture of a tree in bloom or miniature clay birds. notably would not be famous for being an advisor to any spring aspect(s). What They Would Get Arrested For: she wouldn’t get arrested for anything because there’s no proof that she was in any way involved with a tiny amount of untraceable poison ending up in one damon hazel’s teacup :) OC You Ship Them With: iris <3 UNLESS THEY WERE JUST COWORKERS I GUESS OC Most Likely To Murder Them: well now that damon hazel's out of the picture ... she did get a very dramatic shovel talk from merek sand and proceed to burn her bridge with malot sand less than an hour after... Favorite Book Genre: liora rain doesn't read a lot but when she does it's mostly historical monographs bc she's trying to catch up to iris Least Favorite Book Cliche: star-crossed lovers hits ... way too close to home Talents and/or Powers: i guess sculpture is a talent? but also illusion magic :) Why Someone Might Love Them: she is fiercely loyal to those that she loves i say those that she loves, really it's specifically iris and will stop at nothing in her pursuit to protect them; she is fearless and relentless. Why Someone Might Hate Them: she is -- or was -- manipulative and emotionally closed off from those who were close to her; she's so caught up in her own anger and quest for revenge that she often forgets to be. like. compassionate. How They Change: turns out! that burying someone you'd been falling in love with for years! will mess you up! and resurrection is not in fact an easy fix for that trauma! she burned all of her bridges with everyone that was close to her rip sef rain and then some; she's been getting better though, very slowly, and figuring out how to live a life that's not defined solely by this one Bad Thing that happened + remembering how to feel things other than Rage and Despair. Why You Love Them: she's a character that got broken down completely and is rebuilding from scratch. she gives herself over entirely to anger, and has to grapple with the aftermath when she accomplishes her goal / realizes that some of her goals are unattainable. plus all of the imagery around her and her character arc --- blood + flowers.

[marril96]

In Death’s Way

Pairing: Rowena x reader

Summary: After you sacrifice yourself to save her, Rowena goes down a downward spiral while waiting for you to come back to life.

Warnings: canon-typical violence, gore

A/N: Huge thanks to EmeraldFlames from AO3 for giving me the idea to write this!

Editor: @miss-moon-guardian​

*****

It happened so fast.

One moment you were screaming Rowena's name and pushing her away from a razor-sharp blade — pure iron, the perfect witch killing weapon — as it swung at her.

The next that very same blade was buried into your stomach and you were gasping, and then you were on the floor screaming your lungs out.

For a few seconds it was as if time had frozen. Sam flinched, eyes wide in surprise. Dean stared, taken aback. Rowena stood still as a statue. Frozen in place. Unmoving, even as her heart raced a thousand beats a minute and her throat was so tight, so dry that it made it hard to breathe. Her eyes were on you; on your writhing form; on the blood that seeped from your wound, drenching your shirt, forming a crimson puddle around you; on your eyes that were terrified and lips that were trembling even as scream after scream tore free from them as pain spilled over you.

It had been Rowena's idea to take this case. When Sam had called — he was always the one who called, knowing full well she was very, very unlikely to say no to him, the softie she'd become — practically begging for assistance, she'd said yes right away.

Someone had been killing witches; young girls, more children than women. A rogue hunter, all the evidence pointed to. Rowena couldn't decline. There was that pesky friendship she'd hard with Sam that nagged at her, willed her to accept, but for the most part, she wanted to help out because those girls reminded her of her. They were young, inexperienced, just coming into their power. Vulnerable in ways they didn't even know. Buds on their way to becoming beautiful flowers. The same way she had been all those centuries ago. And, just like that, their lives were taken from them. All that potential for greatness, that long life ahead of them, that magic about to bloom and prosper gone forever.

It was wrong.

Rowena wouldn't — couldn't — stand for it. You'd begged her not to go, to call and say she'd changed her mind, but her mind was made up. She was going to avenge those girls. Worried out of your mind, going on and on about the dangers — that Rowena was perfectly aware of all on her own — you decided to join her.

You didn't always accompany her, but for the most part the two of you were a package deal. The Winchesters either accepted both or neither. The brothers always appreciated the extra help, though. A second pair of lips to cast spells could never be a bother (even if said lips, for the majority of the time, ranted about the dangers of what you were doing).

That was the thing about you. You cared about Rowena. You loved her. If she was in danger, you protected her. If she walked into danger, you walked in beside her with your hand in hers. Rowena returned the favour, but there were times when she wasn't sure if this kind of a relationship was a blessing or a curse. She loved being cared for, loved being pampered and showered with attention and affection. Adored it. Craved it. But it came with certain risks, like you doing stupid things to get her out of trouble her own stupidity had gotten her into.

It was true what they said — love made one a bloody idiot.

Tracking the hunter's residence was relatively easy. A simple tracking spell worked wonders with the spots of blood he'd left on his latest crime scene (the teenager he'd killed had scratched him good and drew enough blood to use to pinpoint his location). Sneaking up on him, taking him out — that was a whole different story.

The bastard had had the outside of his home secured with traps. Sam and Dean took what felt like ages disabling them. The house was quiet, all the lights shut down. Figuring he was most likely asleep, the four of you snuck in.

Only to be instantly ambushed by even more traps, and then the hunter himself. The man was old, but surprisingly fit for his age. He may have looked frail, but his skill, the finesse with which he moved pointed to a healthy, extremely skilled individual.

The traps were enough to — at least temporarily — incapacitate Sam and Dean, and the hunter used that to turn on Rowena. His house was encased in iron. The bloody metal was everywhere; in every decoration, every frame that hung on the yellowed wallpapered walls. There were bits of it in the floor, and dangling by the windows. Rowena could feel her magic, but it was faint. She couldn't reach it; it was too far away, almost at the tip of her fingers but not close enough to grab it, to unleash it. It stirred in her veins, warned her blood, but it was trapped, confined within the cage of her body.

As she threw random objects and hurled insults at the assaulting man, she called forth her magic. Almost there but not quite. Not strong enough. Not close enough. Just out of reach. Come on! She spat out spells, which only elicited mockery from the hunter. She wanted to wipe the smugness off his face. If not with magic, then with her nails.

Then the knife struck and she hadn't had time to dodge and suddenly she was pushed, stumbling, almost falling, and you were in her place with the knife buried deep into your abdomen.

The hunter grinned, proud of his work, and slid the blade out in one easy, learned pull. Blood instantly started pouring, and you fell on your back like a sack of potatoes, too heavy for your trembling knees to hold you up.

"No!" Rowena screamed, throat running raw. Tears blurred her vision, a few brave ones slipping free.

No. No. No. No. No.

Killing young witches — children — was bad enough. Harming you, killing you…

No!

She'd lost her entire family. Had lost Oskar. Gavin. Fergus. Each due to her quest for power, her own greed and thirst for greatness and revenge. You were the only one she had left. The only good thing in her life. The one who'd never judged her, never tried to change her. Who loved her just as she was, even when she didn't deserve it. Who showed her that it was okay to love again, that love was strength rather than a weakness. Who wiped her tears and soothed her nightmares and held her tight without her having to say a word. You knew what she needed, when she needed it, and you gave it, generously, selflessly, not once asking for even a kiss in return.

Rowena had done it again. She'd been careless, and, the lovesick fool you were, you got hurt trying to protect her. That had been your thing from the very beginning. Saving her. Even when she didn't want to be saved, back when she thought cruelty and selfishness were just ways of life, you were there to convince her otherwise. Her dame in shining armour, always looking after her.

Fool, she thought. Bloody fool. But you were her bloody fool.

It wasn't that she wouldn't do the same for you. She would, in a heartbeat. But she'd lived a long, long life. Had experienced the world in so many ways. Even if she were to die for the umpteenth time (she'd stopped counting a while ago), she would have been okay.

You, on the other hand, had never died before. Even though she'd secured you with one of her resurrection sachets, Rowena had promised herself to never let you have to use it. To never let it go that far. Dying was a harrowing experience. It wore on the body, on the soul, on the heart and mind. At this point in her life, she was used to it. The last thing she wanted was for you to go through it.

Who was this hunter to think he had a right to your life? To the lives of all those witches he'd killed? What made him think he was entitled to them? Those young women had never hurt anyone in their lives. You had never hurt anyone (anyone who hadn't deserved it, that was). You'd done nothing but love Rowena, save her yet again.

It wasn't right. It wasn't fair.

He needed to pay.

Magic stirred in Rowena's veins. Roiled and coiled, twisted and whirred. A pulsating wave of power flooded her, and it was as if all dams broke at once. As if all the iron guarding the house had melted into nothingness. Magic was strong inside her. Filled her up to the brim, got her high like a drug. Her eyes glowed purple; a threat, a warning of what was to come.

The hunter gasped, frightened, terrified to the bone, and, goodness, it felt good. He backed away, tried to run off, but Sam and Dean, finally freed from the trap, perched in the doorway, blocking his path. There was no running now. No more innocent lives lost at his hands. No more cruelty and pain.

Rowena didn't have to say the words. Didn't have to point. All she did was look at him with her tear-stained eyes and think it, will it, urge it, and the man broke into screams. He clutched his head in desperation, eyes wide, body writhing and shaking. Legs wobbly.

"P-p-please!" he managed to squeeze out, as if it would do anything. As if Rowena would forget what he'd done, what he'd tried to do. Her old ways were behind her, but she was still vindictive. She still dealt justice to those who'd wronged her. He was knocking on the wrong door for mercy.

His legs gave way, and he crumbled to his knees with a thud so loud it was as if his bones shattered on impact. A trail of blood slid from his nose, a thin, watery trickle that soon thickened into a stream. His eyes and mouth suffered the same fate, crimson leaking out of them. He was still able to scream, though his throat had run raw and the sound dialed down; not much, but enough for Rowena to notice, to take pleasure in the fact that she'd done that to him. That it was her magic, her will that, bit by bit, sent him to ruin.

It was a messy scene, even by her standards. It reminded her of her demon-killing spell; gods, it had been so long since she'd last used it. She'd almost forgotten how good it felt to destroy something, to have it fall apart before her. To watch it wither and shatter and crumble, and know it was her that did it. Her vengeance. Her justice.

People — human and supernatural alike — feared her for a reason. She hadn't built herself reputation for nothing. She'd gone soft in recent years, had changed, but that part of her was still very much alike. The only difference was, nowadays she went after the guilty. After the bad and the horrible, the ones that hurt innocents.

The ones that hurt you.

The hunter's snow-white skin flushed the crimson of blood that slicked down his orifices. His screams quieted. Body stilled. A gurgle escaped him as he tried to release a sound — a scream, a plea, all swallowed down. His hands shot down to his stomach, and he laid down, curling up like a child. His breathing was hitched, labored. Moans managed to break through the blood pouring out of his mouth.

His skin got redder, darker, and with it he quieted down. His eyes, filled with cruel smugness a mere moment ago, started spilling out of their sockets. A liquid white resembling pus from a popped pimple. His cheeks puffed up, red as ripe cherries, and then they, too, liquefied. The rest of him followed; skin falling open, sliding down; insides pouring out, mixing with it.

What was once a man was now a mush of blood and flesh. The clothes he was wearing sank into it. The carpet stained with it, absorbed it, let it glue to it.

Amidst her anguish, Rowena smiled. Revenge truly was a proud, massive cunt.

"What the hell was that?" Dean asked, flabbergasted.

She paid him no mind, rushing to your side, falling to her knees beside you.

"Rowena," you said, tears sliding down your face.

"I'm here." She reached for your hands, which rested on your stomach, over the wound, and grabbed hold of one of them. Your fingers were warm, sticky, slick with blood. She gripped them tight. "I'm here, love."

"It hurts." Your voice was so weak. So faint.

Rowena's heart shattered. "I know." She offered a smile, a forced one she hoped passed for real. You could always tell the difference. "It's going to be okay."

"I-I-I'm dying," you whimpered.

"Only for a short while," she assured you. "A few minutes, and you will be as good as new!"

Dying and coming back — it was easy. Stressful, but easy. You were going to be okay. Rowena would make sure of it.

"I'm scared," you said.

Rowena tightened her hold on your hand. "You've nothing to be scared for. I'm here now, and I will be there when you wake up. I'm not going to leave you."

You nodded. Released a hurt, terrified whine. "What if I don't come back? What if—"

"You will come back," she told you. Her sachets were foolproof. She knew the spell by heart. She wouldn't make a mistake, not at the cost of your life. "I promise you, Y/N. This is only temporary."

"Okay." Your other hand slithered over your joint hands. Fingers curled around them. "Okay."

"Okay," Rowena repeated.

It wasn't okay. Far from it. But it would be. Once you came back, everything would be okay again.

A small smile crept on your mouth before life faded from you. A breath, a whimper, and you were dead. You looked almost happy. At peace. As if you'd lived a long and fulfilled life, and were ready to greet death with open arms.

"Rowena," Sam said, careful, tentative as always, breaking the silence that settled over the foreign house, "I'm—"

"She will be back," Rowena said before he could say the word. Sorry. He had nothing to be sorry for. You weren't gone. Not for long. "She has one of my sachets." As if to make sure, her hand slid down to your thigh. She caressed the place where she'd sewn in the sachet; it had been messy work, bloody, exhausting, but it was worth it.

Sam let out a sigh of relief. "That's good."

"Do we just… wait?" asked Dean.

"Aye. But it might take a while."

It could be minutes, or hours. Depending on the severity of the death. Considering you'd died by an iron blade, there was no telling how long it would take for magic to put you back together.

"Let's go home, then," Sam said. "We can move her, right?"

"Of course," Rowena said. Better to take you somewhere comfortable than leave you on the cold, dirty ground.

She shuddered as the memory of her last death hit. Lucifer's hard-soled boot slamming into her skull. Flames eating up her skin, devouring it like acid. The fear. The loneliness. You'd only found her after it was over, after she was nothing but a pile of bones, charred beyond recognition.

As much as she hated being there all alone, she was grateful you were out when the Devil had struck. There was no telling what he would have done to you if he'd found you there. Rowena wouldn't have been the only one with trauma. PTSD, you'd called it. She'd never gotten an official diagnosis, but the symptoms fit.

It took a long while for her sachet to heal the damage inflicted on her. It took even longer for the nightmares to subside, for the fear to fade. There were still times she was afraid, and nights she'd dream of it and wake up drenched in sweat. You were there through it all. Had promised to be there no matter what, and fully intended on making good on it.

And, she promised to herself, she would be there for you as well.

Sam took you into his arms. Rowena watched, hating that she had to let go of your hand, that she had to step away. Sam was gentle. He carried you to the car with utmost care, and slowly laid you on the backseat, your head nestled in Rowena's lap.

She caressed your forehead the entire way to the Bunker. Counted the minutes when you would return and look up at her with those warm eyes and make this horrible day into nothing but a memory, a bad one to be discarded and rarely thought of. My sweet girl, she thought to herself. The only good thing she had left. The light of her life. I love you.

Sam and Dean got you settled into one of the spare bedrooms. It wasn't much, but it was clean, and the bed was comfortable enough for you to feel safe waking up. Rowena was immensely grateful. They offered to find her some clean clothes, but she declined. Her blouse and dress pants were good, even if they were stained with blood. Your blood, which, for reasons she couldn't quite comprehend, made it less bad. It would have been one thing if it were a stranger's. Yours was familiar. A part of you.

Rowena, as politely as she could, asked to be alone, and the brothers respected the wish. She sat down beside you and reclaimed her hold on/of your hand. Your skin was cold as ice, freezing, but the touch still made her feel safe. At home. Her fingers wrapped around yours. Squeezed as hard as they could, as if the pressure would make you come back faster.

"Foolish girl," she chastised half-heartedly.

She'd told you countless times your devotion to her would be your undoing. You'd always chuckled and replied with something like, "So be it."

And so it was.

So foolish. Even now, years into your relationship, Rowena couldn't tell what it was about her that made you love her so much. She was sure of one thing — she didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve half the affection you'd given her.

Foolish girl.

"I love you so much."

She'd never loved anyone — not even Fergus' bastard father — the way she loved you. There was something about you, something she couldn't quite put her finger on, that made it impossible for her not to love you. You were a peculiar girl. Strange. Different.

Hers.

The knowledge of it felt… exhilarating. Right. You were hers, and she was yours. Forever, if magic were to allow it. If you wanted it for Rowena wanted nothing more than to spend the eternity with you.

"So much," she repeated, allowing a smile to break to the surface. "You foolish girl."

It had been less than an hour, but it felt as if Rowena were waiting for days. Her hand remained on yours, eyes darting between your face — your calm, impossibly peaceful face — and your wound. Come on, she urged. Hoped. Begged. Wake up.

And, eventually, you did.

It started with a spark. Rowena flinched, startled, as a spark lit up on your thigh. Even through your pants, the light — a beautiful, mesmerizing purple — was bright and clear. It traveled up your body in a steady trail, like neon paint slithering over your skin. The light settled in your chest in a wild burst of color, the magic of life spilling over you, filling you up. Giving back what was lost.

Your eyes snapped open. Mouth fell wide as your lungs craved air. You were panting, heaving, sucking in the oxygen as if you were about to drown.

The light framed your stomach, formed a perfect circle around your gaping wound. As it closed in on it, the flesh knit itself together until your stomach was whole again. No scars. Not a blemish in sight. The only reminder of the injury the dry blood drenching your clothes.

"What—" your voice was coarse, scratchy, like sand brushing against skin, "—the—" a breath, deep, almost painful, "—fuck?!"

Rowena breathed out in relief. Yes. You were back. Good as new, just as she'd predicted. Still, doubts, however small they were, had nibbled at her, sneered from the back of her mind, and she was glad to have proven them wrong. You were back. You were you. That was all that mattered.

"Welcome back, Y/N," she said, as if greeting you upon your return from a shopping trip. As if the predicament you'd found yourself in was an everyday occurrence.

"I-I died." The realization settled like a punch to the face, and your features hardened. "Oh, my god, I died! I was dead!"

"Yes," Rowena confirmed because what else was she supposed to do? You died and came back. There was no sugar-coating it.

"The bastard stabbed me!" There was so much rage in your voice that it made a tinge of pride light up inside of Rowena. You looked to your stomach, ran your hands over it, then breathed out, relieved to find no marks.

"You'll be happy to know he's dead," Rowena said. You tilted your head up like a puppy. "I took care of him myself." Her hand reclaimed the hold of yours. "Nobody kills my girl and gets away with it."

You smiled. "My hero."

She wouldn't go that far, but she supposed it was an accurate description. She'd saved you. Avenged you. And she would do it again in a heartbeat.

She would do anything — anything — for you.

"How long was I out?" you asked.

"Almost an hour." You would've come back sooner had you not died by iron. The bloody metal was tricky. It destroyed magic, nullified it; the sachet's magic needed time to fight it off.

"Damn."

You brought your hands to your face. Slid them down to your neck, chest, legs. Wrapped your arms around yourself, around your knees. Felt up your hair, your breasts, your stomach; your healed stomach coated with the same dried blood that clung to your hands.

"I was dead." It was as if the reality of it only now sank in. Your eyes puffed up. Redness filled them, and tears spilled down your face. A bitter, unstoppable downpour. "Oh, god! Oh, god! Oh, god!"

Rowena was quickly at your side, arms flying around you. You pressed your head to her chest, buried your face in her blouse, and started sobbing. It was a heartbreaking sound. Desperate. Wounded and vulnerable, like the wail of a child seeking comfort.

"It's okay," she said. "The first time is always overwhelming." Hers had been, as well, many centuries ago. She hadn't sobbed, but there were tears and discomfort and the feeling of wanting to escape her own — dead, about to rot, newly resurrected — skin. "Let it out."

"Am-am I gonna be okay?" you whimpered.

"Yes," Rowena said firmly, truth radiating off her words. She hadn't sugarcoated the bad, and she wouldn't the good, either. "This is just shock. Give it a day, and you will be fine."

You nodded. Sniffled. Whined into her blouse like a puppy.

Gods. If she wasn't putting on a strong front for you, she would have broken down as well. She willed her emotions to stay hidden, buried. She could cry later. Right now, what mattered the most was you.

It took a few minutes for you to calm down. Rowena held you, cooed at you, comforted you until you raised your head, wiped your face with your sleeve, and muttered that you were fine.

"Sorry," you said. "I don't know what came over me."

"Like I said, it was shock," Rowena told you. "It's natural. Dying is a stressful process, and so is resurrection."

"Was it like that for you, the first time?"

"Aye. You get used to it after a while." There was a touch of bitterness in her tone. She cleared her throat. "That said, I hope you never get used to it." You looked up at her. She raised a forefinger in what was supposed to be a threat, but she knew you were way past being intimidated by her. She doubted you ever truly were. "Don't you dare do this ever again!"

"It's not like I wanted to die," you defended.

"You put yourself in a bad situation—"

"To save you!"

"I'm not worth it!" she snapped. Why couldn't you understand that?

"You are to me!" you retorted.

You stupid, stubborn girl! "I—"

"You're worth it," you repeated, a tad softer. "You fucking are! I'd do anything for you."

Gods! "And I would for you, but—"

But she'd lived a long and fulfilled life. She'd died dozens of times. She could handle it.

You cut her off yet again. "No buts! I'm not sorry I did it. I'd do it again if I had to." You grabbed your hands, brought them to your lap. Twined your fingers with hers in gentle knots. "I love you, Rowena."

Shatter her heart, why didn't you? She sighed. "And I love you, dearest." You had no idea how much. "I just… I don't want you to end up like me."

"You're awesome! Who wouldn't wanna be like you?" you said light-heartedly.

Rowena gave a small laugh. "You know what I meant."

"I know." You squeezed her hands. "I'm gonna be okay. I promise. You don't have to worry about me."

"That's easier said than done."

"I guess." You smiled. "Now you know what it's like for me when you tell me not to worry. And don't tell me it's different!"

It was. Because she was an almost-four-hundred-year-old formerly evil witch. And you were… you. The love of her life. The only family she had left.

"You're my girl," you added.

"Bloody sap," Rowena accused playfully.

"You know it," you said with a chuckle.

Your arms fell around her, and she found herself enveloped in a hug so tight it was squeezing the life out of her. She didn't mind, opting to return it with just as much ferocity. Gods, she loved you. Her heart ached with it, throbbed with it like a hammer in her chest. She never wanted to let you go. Never wanted to be away from you again. Never wanted to lose you, even if it was temporary.

"I'll try not to die again, though," you said after a moment of silent cuddling. "It sucked."

Rowena could only laugh. "Death is a cruel mistress."

The cruelest of them all.

But the two of you could beat her. Together.

*****

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[ofdeathstouch]

Have you ever noticed that ( CHARLOTTE SINCLAIR) who’s connected to ( AZRAEL/DC UNIVERSE ) looks a lot like ( INBAR LAVI )? But ( SHE ) also go/goes by ( REAPER ). Having the ability to/of ( RESURRECTION AND DEATH TOUCH ) sure makes them a force to be reckoned with. Rumour has it they are ( IMMORTAL ) and is working as a ( PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR ).

THE DEATH OF CHARLOTTE SINCLAIR

Charlie is dead and has been dead for quite some time. She was murdered in 1825 by her fiance, William. Their romance was a tale as old as time and one she wishes she could forget. When she first met him, he was a mysterious, handsome stranger who’d just waltzed into town. He was down on his cash and, well, you see, Charlotte came from a wealthy background. Her family had money.

Charlie fell fast and hard for this debonair stranger, so, when her father refused to allow them to marry, the lovers came up with a plan to elope. William had instructed Charlie to grab some of the family jewels and a bit of her father’s gold so that they can start a new life somewhere else. She was to run away in the dead of night and meet him near a willow tree at the edge of town. Charlie did as her fiance instructed her to do, but when she came down to the willow tree, William was no where to be found. She waited, and waited, and waited until he finally appeared. As he came forward to apologize and embrace her, he slipped a knife from beneath his sleeves and stabbed her in the chest several times, killing her. William buried Charlie beneath the willow tree and made off with the family jewels and gold.

A REAPER IS BORN

That would have been the end of Charlie’s story had it not been for Azrael, the angel of death. Az had initially come to collect her soul and take her to the afterlife, but the angel saw something in Charlie and offered her another option. Azrael would make her a reaper under the following terms: She would assist the souls assigned to her in their journey into the after life. She would not be allowed to tamper with the natural order or the balance and she would answer to Azrael. Charlie agreed to these terms and became a reaper. She apprentice under Azrael for several years, leaning how to do the job and gaining an appreciation for the balance and order they had to maintain.

Being a reaper had its own side effects. Although Charlie could take on a corporeal form, magic made it so that her family members could not recognize her if they ever saw her. Despite having the newfound ability of death touch, Charlie was not allowed to enact revenge on her fiance by killing him before it was his time to go. So, she found another way to get back at him. She befriended a police constable and guided the man through solving her murder. Her family was finally able to properly bury her body and her fiance was jailed up until the time of his death. When he died, Charlie was there to personally escort him to hell.

PRESENTLY

Charlie faithfully continues her duties as a reaper, ushering souls to the afterlife and maintaining the natural order. When she is not reaping souls, she works as a private investigator. She uses her abilities to connect with the dead to solve their murders so that they can peacefully cross into the afterlife. Charlie is compassionate and intuitive and above all loyal to Azrael whom she continues to look up to to this day

Currently, she is on Aamon’s shitlist. When he killed Tracy, Charlie was the reaper that came to claim her soul. She found Aamon at the scene covered in Tracy’s blood which wasn’t anything new. She’d reaped some of Aamon’s kills before. This time, Aamon demanded that Charlie ferry Tracy’s soul to his kingdom and tell no one. He made it clear that he would kill her if she did. Charlie waited until Aamon left and contacted Azrael to inform them of the Demon Prince’s demands. Aamon was shortly banished to his kingdom thereafter. 

POWERS AND ABILITIES

There are a lot, but here are some of the basics.

Invisibility - Reapers can become invisible to the physical universe and can only be seen if they are dealing with the deceased or if they choose to be seen. Spiritual beings, like angels, demons and deceased humans can see them.

Astral Perception - Reapers can see ghosts, angels and demons within the Veil.

Teleportation - Reapers can teleport from one place to another anywhere in the universe instantly. They can travel to any afterlife realm easily. They can access Heaven, Hell, Purgatory and the Veil.

Resurrection - Reapers can resurrect deceased humans, though their dedication to the natural order usually prevents them to.

Cosmic Awareness - Reapers have an incredible amount of knowledge of the universe, they know when a person is supposed to be born and die.

Chronokinesis - Reapers are able to stop time

Astral Projection - Reapers can project their astral form.

Invulnerability - Reapers are highly resistant to pain and hard to kill. Higher beings, certain divine weapons and magic can be used to kill them.

Killing Touch - Reapers can kill humans by touching them.

Telekinesis - Reapers can move objects/beings with their minds.

Immortality - Reapers are not subjected to hunger, disease, or age.

Flight - In their true form, they can hover or levitate.

Perception Altering - Reapers can perceptually alter how humans perceive them, appearing in apparently anyway they want to be perceived. They do this to spirits to hide their more frightening form, enabling the reapers to communicate more effectively with their targets.

WEAKNESSES

Death - As their boss, Reapers were under Death's control.

Higher-tier Demons - Higher demons can overpower/possess Reapers.

Magic - By using magic, Reapers could be imprisoned, enslaved and killed.

Death's Scythe - It is capable of killing Reapers.

Reaper trap - A reaper trap will hold a Reaper, even two, in place and prevent them to escape and depowering them.

Angel Blades - Reapers can be killed by angel blades.

The First Blade - The First Blade is capable of killing Reapers.

Archangels - Archangels are able to destroy them easily.

[laufire]

You don't have to do this at all but I'm intrigued by your "favourites" tags and I was wondering if you'd break them down?

No problem! I think I remembered them all (but since I keep adding new ones, then forgetting again about them, who knows lol).

favourites: a straight line

Okay, so this is kind of a hard one because it’s mostly a… ~vibe thing. It’s from a quote by Person of Interest –specifically, The Machine telling Shaw that Root loved her because “if we were shapes, you were an arrow, a straight line”, and I just… loved it. So it goes to character that had that sort of… clear-sighted, straightforward something, that cut through the bullshit.

favourites: birds of a feather

From the saying “birds of a feather flock together”. It’s basically used for my ships where the members reflect and parallel each other (especially when it’s a case where fandom convention classifies them as “opposites”).

favourites: cute married couples

Self-explanatory, I think, tho by virtue of the fandoms I frequent lately I haven’t used it much xD

favourites: fucked up families

Also self-explanatory. And much more used!

favourites: god save us from the queen

Named after the trope. Look, fandom. I know why it’s Problematique. But I just love Evol, Power Hungry Queens! (in modern ‘verses it can apply to women with political power in general –i.e., I would totally use this tag for Mellie Grant okay). And I’m not gonna deny a big part of it is the #aesthetics xDD

favourites: head witch in charge

Powerful witches/other magic-type users in general. Comes from the acronym Head Bitch in Charge.

favourites: i am the law

It comes from Buffy’s speech in s7. It goes from that type of characters that take all that “I am the ONLY one”/”if I don’t try to save the world who will” responsability (sometimes, in a frankly egocentric/self-important way lol, but I like that *shrugs*).

favourites: i can fix that

This one comes from Sam The Onion Man in Holes, though it’s morphed into something quite different in my tag system lol. It’s… somewhat tied to the previous one? In that I apply it to characters that have some sort of… control issues/that need to action/intervention in their enviroment. I guess the difference is that I associate this tag with characters that are in a precarious position? Idk.

favourites: i see you

Cato says this to Noah in Underground; I use it for somewhat-antagonistic dynamics where one character sees through the reputation/façade of the other one, basically (sometimes it’s with a ~shippier spirit than others lol).

favourites: immortal exes

Self-explanatory, and one of my fave shippy tropes in existence.

favourites: like father like daughter

For my favourite father/daughter dynamics.

favourites: living large

I love it when my faves like the finer things in live. There’s nothing wrong with liking nice things lol.

favourites: love at first bite

It’s the title of a film I have yet to watch (a comedy where Dracula has to move out of Transylvania). But the quote fits perfectly with my adored blood-sharing/vampire ships, so –tho this is one of the few I often forget to use lol.

favourites: love is the drug

Title taken from a song. For those ships that can’t stay away from each other, despite how ill-advised it might be.

favourites: machiavelli’s alumni

Tag for political savvy people/situations.

favourites: mamma who bore me

Song from the musical Spring Awakening. It’s become short of a catch-them-all for mother characters, but the song/main intent was about controlling/overprotective ones lol.

favourites: mirror mirror on the wall

This is one of my newest ones and I’ve barely used it/edited old posts with it yet. It’s for my very narrow type of fave femslash dynamics lol: aka older/younger women (though there’s ships without the age difference that I’ll likely use it with) ships with lots of parallels motifs that have probably tried to kill each other at least once.

favourites: monster women

Because I love them, and the stories about them.

favourites: my foe beheld it shine

From William Blake’s A Poison Tree, a super dramatic poem about enemies lol. Perfect for enemy ships.

ETA - favourites: persephone’s revenge

One of them is Hades; one of them is Persephone and they’re at Hades’ mercy. I want Persephone to get even xD

favourites: pinocchio stories

Named after the trope; tag for all my artificial intelligence/robots feelings (no, I do not care to explore why the hell I almost always relate to robot characters, leave me alone xDD).

favourites: rags to riches

I will always root for social climbers and gold diggers on principle and this is the tag for that :P

favourites: romantic tragedies

For when what I love about a ship is their angst lol.

ETA - favourites: samson and delilah

One of the members is setting out to destroying and manipulating the other

favourites: smash the system

Inspired by that Hulk “SMASH THE PATRIARCHY” twitter. For characters/stories that seek to tear down the status quo.

favourites: soul siblings

For my fave siblings relationships.

ETA - favourites: sun and shadow

Great for light vs. dark dichotomies, especially in characters. Think Lizzie and (dark!)Josie, Buffy and Faith, Chuck and Amara.

favourites: that fucker

For my Problematic Faves, cold MOFOs, villains and the like.

favourites: the hashtag blessed crowd

My faves are being self-obsessed.

favourites: the masquerade

Another brand new one. It’s inspired by the trope “The Masquerade Will Kill Your Dating Life”, and it’s for my ships with Identity Porn Shenanigans.

favourites: the powah of lurve

For ships that overpower everything hehe.

favourites: the walking dead

Because I love resurrection/comes back wrong/ghosts stories.

ETA - favourites: the wordsmith

Tag I inaugurated for those characters that can get out of anything and create everything out of nothing with only their words.

favourites: the world is my canvas

For characters that mark the rules of a ‘verse and control narratives, and the world around them (aka: one of the main power fantasy tags xD).

favourites: three’s company

For OT3s (potentially OT+ in general).

favourites: to die like this; with a last kiss

From Siouxsie and the Banshees’ Face to Face (aka, the Batman Returns BatCat song). I wanted a tag that err… expressed how sometimes I’m into how the members of my ships try (and even succeed!) to kill each other?… it’s majorly fucked-up, foh sure, but I do believe shit like that ~enhances the shipping experience even when it troubles us shippers (and often, because it troubles us shippers, sooo).

favourites: to fall another moment into your gravity

From Sara Bareilles’s Gravity. I love it when my OTPs have broken up and are bitter af about it, yet can’t help but feel drawn to each other, and it’s the perfect song/quote for it.

favourites: vultures in lurve

I knew I had to have heard that expression before because I think vultures are Good™ lmao, and it’s apparently the title of some book. Either way, I kind of like how it sounds, and it’s my tag for when assholes are OTT in love with each other and enjoy being assholes together (pausing for moments where they’re super tender ofc), a la Unholy Matrimony trope.

favourites: you raise sons

Another brand new, barely used one. It comes from the quote “You don’t raise heroes, you raise sons. And if you treat them like sons, they’ll turn out to be heroes, even if it’s just in your own eyes.”. For father-son type relationships.

favourites: you’ve got the love

From the Florence + the Machine song. For those amazing, fulfilling ships where the characters bring the most and the best from each other *-*.

And though this is technically not one of those tags, I have to add #you WISH your faves could ever, which is basically my “this unpopular OTP is magnificent and fandom is jealous about it because their faves suck in comparison” tag xDD (btw, it’s curious how almost invariably, those ships include a WoC presented as The One…).

[itsthecupbros]

Afraid of Your Own Shadow: Muse is unnaturally skittish and afraid of everything around them.

What Are You, Chicken?: Muse gets the chicken pox. Anon decides if there are any magical side effects.

Man Overboard!: Muse develops an intense fear of water.

Feeling Guilty: Muse is convinced they are wanted for a crime they have commited. Anon can decide what the crime was.

?yako uoy erA: Muse is cursed to speak backwards.

Happy Days: Muse is forced to keep a permanent smile.

Do Not Pass Go: Muse is put in a small prison without escape or bail.

All About the Money: Muse becomes obsessed with money and refuses to spend any of it.

My Big Day: Muse believes they are to be wed to the person of anon's choice.

I'm Melting!: Muse cannot stop bleeding from the mouth, nose, or eyes (anon's choice). Muse cannot pass out from blood loss.

Holy Halo: Muse is dressed like an angel and can float.

The Living Dead: Muse dies and becomes a living corpse. Comes back to life when time is up.

S-S-Stop!: Muse develops a bad stutter.

The Invisible Man: Muse's body becomes invisible; this does not apply to clothing.

Thou Wretched Fool!: Muse believes they are a medieval knight.

Poet In Hiding: Muse can only speak in rhyme.

Awkward Stage: Muse becomes a teenager. If Muse is already a teenager, they become an adult.

The Reaper Crys!: Muse becomes obsessed with death. Anon decides if it is another Muse's death or their own.

Frozen to the Core: Muse becomes extremely cold natured and seeks any form of warmth.

Shut the Blinds: Muse becomes allergic to the sun.

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Baker Baker: Muse won't and refuses to stop cooking.

Russian Roulette: Muse is given a gun with one bullet that must be used to shoot someone/something of Mun's choosing. Ends when shot is executed.

All That Glitters: Muse becomes obsessed with shiny objects.

Just Shut Up!: Muse hears voices in their head. Anon can pick whose voice it is.

Bury the Hatchet: Muse believes they have a murder weapon, and will try to hide it at all costs. Anon can choose the murder weapon.

Achoo!: Muse becomes allergic to something precious to them. Anon can decide what this is.

Just Like Rapunzel: Muse has extremely long hair that cannot be cut.

For Science!: Muse suddenly has the urge to become a test subject. Anon may choose who's subject he is.

That's Not Punny: Muse feels inclined to make a pun about almost everything.

Nice Boxers: Muse believes they are stripped down to their underwear, even if they are fully clothed.

The Fairest Queen of Kings: Muse must dress in drag/drab.

Mankind's Best Friend: Muse feels the need to keep their pet or some animal with them at all times. Anon may choose which animal Muse desires.

Insomniac: Muse desperately wants to go to sleep, but cannot.

It's Pouring!: Muse keeps a cloud over their head, which will rain depending on their mood. Anon can decide what mood it rains on.

Technologic: Muse is turned into a robot.

You've Got Mail!: Muse believes they have an important message for the person of Anon's choosing. Anon can also choose what the message says.

Sufferin' Succotash!: Muse develops a lisp.

The Life of Mime: Muse becomes a mute and is forced to wear a mime outfit, along with proper mime makeup.

Freeze!: Muse freezes up for a few seconds whenever a certain word is said. Anon may choose the word.

Round and Round: Muse develops vertigo, and cannot stand, walk or run too much without feeling dizzy and/or sick.

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The Premature Burial: Muse has catalepsy, thought to be dead, and is buried alive with no provisions and no hope, for ____(duration specified by anon)

The Black Cat: Muse is a perpetual drunk prone to abuse, be it animal or domestic, for ___(duration specified by anon)

The Pit and the Pendulum: Muse is a convicted felon and sentenced to death. Anon specifies form/duration of torture.

The Raven: Muse is masochistic for ___(duration specified by anon)

Annabel Lee: Muse loses their one true love and suffers from a broken heart (duration specified by anon; muse can die from broken heart should the anon choose it).

The Masque of the Red Death: Muse is afraid of death and has a lethal disease whose symptoms include sharp pains, dizziness, profuse bleeding, and red stains, causing him/her to be shunned from society. Lasts for____(duration specified by anon)

The Tell-Tale Heart/Murders of the Rue Morgue: Muse is paranoid of others and upon killing them, tries to hide the bodies of his/her victims, all while evading arrest through use of wiles. Lasts for____(duration specified by anon)

Fall of the House of Usher: Muse becomes a shut-in consigned to the hospital, incapable of caring for him/herself and in need of special, degrading attention. Lasts for ___(duration specified by anon)

Ligeia: Muse is deathly ill and dies, but resurrects in the body of another person. Anon specifies duration and the body of the other deceased.

William Wilson: Muse is manipulated by their alter ego and believes his/her rival to physically exist; but being unable to escape his/her personal demons, ultimately commits a murder-suicide in an attempt to vanquish said rival.

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Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites: Your muse feels the need to hide from everyone. Anon specifies the time length.

Rise and Shine Little Bitch: Your muse has just woken up from an excruciating hangover that lasts one day.

Pretend it's a Video Game: Level up! Your muse is now a video game character. It lasts for 5 days.

With you, Friends (Long Drive): Your muse suddenly feels extremely adventurous. Anon specifies the time length.

Bikinis and Big Booties Y'all: Whoo! For one entire night, your muse suddenly wants to get drunk and party.

Never Gonna Get This Pussy: Your muse is feeling so fragile that if anyone touches them, they're mentally impure. Anon specifies the time length.

Smell this money: For one night, your muse has an urge to go and rob something. Anon Specifies where they rob.

Park Smoke: For one night, your muse stays outside {with an optional cigarette}, due to their belief that if they go inside their settlement, they'll get sick of slow suffocation and die.

Your friends ain't gonna leave with you: Your muse is afraid that everyone they care about will forget about/leave them.

Ride Home: Your muse gets extreme nostalgia that doesn't go away until {Anon specifies}

Son of Scary Monsters: Muse acts like a stubborn child that must scare everyone for {Anon Specifies the time length}

Big 'Ol Scardy Pants: Your muse is afraid of everything. Everything. Lasts 2 days.

Scary Monsters on Strings: Your muse is a puppet on strings. 3 days.

Lights: Turn the lights on! Your muse has a sudden addiction to lights. All lights are beautiful. Must look at lights. Lasts a full week.

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Castle in the Sky Your Muse see a Castle in the sky and goes up to the sky and see it real For__

Angel of Darkness Your Muse become evil with dark powers and become The Angel of Darkness and Try to take over For__

Earth Wind Water & Fire Yous Muse Have power(Ex.Earth powers) For__

Roses are Red Your Muse Is love with (anon tell to who) For__

Bumble Bee Your Muse Has a feeling love for(anon tell to who) For__

Superstar Your Muse Become Rich and Famous For__

Dam Dadi Do Your Muse Dance Non-Stop For__

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The classiest M!A list you’ll ever see compiled by yours truly and Tomas mun. All times are specified by anon or mun.

Taming of the Shrew: Your muse turns into an obstinate, headstrong person who has to be tamed into being compliant and good again

The Tempest: Your muse has been caught in a terrible shipwreck and is stranded on a seemingly uninhabited island (other muses can be on island too if mun agrees)

Romeo and Juliet: Your muse has fallen /desperately/ in love with the one person they know they can’t have

As You Like It: Your muse has to pretend to be the opposite gender for whatever reason the anon or mun think is appropriate

Macbeth: Your muse is convinced they have killed someone-or maybe they really have- and is going mad with guilt

A Midsummers Night Dream: Your muse is now some strange part them part animal hybrid (anon specifies animal)

The Merchant of Venice: Your muse owes a large sum of money to someone on pain of death (anon specifies when the money is due by)

A Comedy of Errors: Your muse either develops an evil twin /or/ the muse goes around pretending to do loads of things and blaming it on their 'twin'

King Lear: Your muse is descending into complete madness

Richard III: Your muse wants to trade really important items for really menial ones

Winter's Tale: Your muse is frozen and can’t move but they can hear and see fine.

Hamlet: Your muse is overcome by a death or tragedy in their past, and seeks revenge on whichever character/person they believe to be most responsible for it.

Much Ado About Nothing: Your muse unashamedly attempts to seduce as many characters as he/she can

Henry V: The muse embarks on war/battle against a character/threatening force

Julius Caesar: Your muse thinks everyone is stabbing them in the back, literally or metaphorically

Othello: Your muse thinks his/her lover is cheating on them with their best friend. Alternatively, if you prefer / if your muse has no lover, your muse plots to convince /another/ character that /their/ lover is cheating on them with their best friend

Twelth Night: Your muse disguises themselves as the opposite gender/as someone else, which either directly or accidentally creates an awkward love situation or a love triangle.

Sonnet: Either your muse can now only speak in sonnet form /or/ they are going around pronouncing their undying love for everyone.

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Ico: Muse now has horns protruding from their head.

Yorda: Muse has to be literally led by the hand everywhere. If left alone, they will just stay in one spot.

Queen: Muse wants to take over someone's body to continue living. (Anon decides who)

Wander: Muse slowly becomes paler, and dark splotches will form on their skin and clothes over time.

Mono: Muse is dead, and will only wake up after a certain amount of time.

Dormin: Muse is disembodied and can only go back in their body when they are given sixteen of a particular item. (Anon decides what item)

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All M!As are inspired by the tv show "Animalia"!

The Mists of Time: There are ancient, elephant-sized, ravenous frogs everywhere. Perhaps your muse is hallucinating, perhaps not, but either way, they're scared of being eaten. 7 hours.

Catcher in the Rhyme: Your muse suddenly can't stop speaking in rhymes. If they say a word without a rhyme, their muscles cramp up and they get cold, freezing themselves stiffer each time. 5 hours.

Forget Me Not: Long-term and short-term memory loss. Who are you? Oh, ok. Wait, who are you? 3 hours.

Long Story Short: Did you hear about...? Gossip is being spread from the mouth of your muse, and it keeps getting worse and worse because they aren't really listening to anyone but themselves. 3 hours.

Speechless in Animalia: Your muse just wants some peace and quiet! And they get it... in spades. Deaf and mute. 1 day.

Don Iguana: Your muse just started reading Don Quixote and is inspired to fight crime! They become d'Avenger of d'Whatevercountrytheylivein. They lose sleep while fighting crime, eventually being to hallucinate. They really should have finished that book first... 2 days.

Over and Beyond: One day your muse meets a unicorn. And the next they are held captive by a dragon. 2 days.

Being Peter Applebottom: Your muse suddenly thinks they're a genius. A condescending, pompous, arrogant genius who hates laughter and playfulness. "Comedy is low, sophomoric, crass. I don't practice it." 2 days.

Brain Drain: Your muse swaps intellect with another muse. 1 day.

The World According to Iggy: Your muse is a hero! Well... in their eyes they are! They've got a sudden desire to tell everyone of fantastical tales -starring themselves- that are extreme exaggerations. 1 day.

Gettting Over the Glums: Your muse inhales the pollen of a strange plant. They become lethargic and depressed, and slump on the nearest couch. The only cure is a good, long laugh. (And ticking won't work!) 12 hours.

The Day Zoe Listened: Your muse makes a vow to go a day without talking. But as the silence goes on, your muse starts to hear whispers in the trees. Hallucinations? Dryads? Who knows. 1 day.

Alex's Treasure Island: Time for a treasure hunt! Your muse is searching high and low for Captain Flint's hoard, getting greedier all the time. That pretty necklace around that other muse's throat... why, it's a part of the trove! 16 hours.

The Animal Within: OOOGAAAAH. Suddenly, your muse is acting like a wild animal. Eating with their face, scratching themselves, grunting... 7 hours.

Scary Story Go Round: Your muse is now the hapless victim in a horror movie. Tripping, screaming, rallying the rebels to take on the monsters. 1 day.

The Ballad of the Creeper: Your muse is a blethering ninny. "Whacka-doo, whacka-doo, whacka-doo!" 3 hours.

From 'A' to 'Z': Your muse starts forgetting words. "Could you please move that ch... ch... that thing! That thing that you sit on! What's it called again?" 12 hours.

The Dragon and the Night: Your muse is afraid of non-existent trolls and the dark, and is too embarrassed to admit to either. 12 hours.

Tomorrow: Your muse thinks the world is going to end tomorrow. 1 day.

Guardians of the Core: Your muse can't stop singing and dancing. Whatever song pops into their head, they will perform. 3 hours.

Back to the Present: Your muse is traveling back home, perhaps one day to return, perhaps not. 12 hours.

What the World Needs Now: Your muse gains the powers of a god. They can change the world to their ideals... but should they? 7 hours.

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Paint it Red: Muse becomes blood-crazy. They want to see it, taste it, and feel it in any way or form.

Overprotective: Muse becomes obsessive of the next person in their inbox.

Over the Edge: Muse's mental health has skyrocketed down, making them very unstable.

Burning Up: Muse feels extremely hot and can't seem to get cool.

Hypochondriac: Muse thinks they have an illness (chosen by anon), even though they are completely healthy.

Heartache: Muse feels a sharp pain in their chest every time they think of their lover (or someone/thing they love).

Not Yourself: Muse has the personality of a character of anon's choice.

Double Trouble: Muse has an exact copy of themself to deal with. Only the copy secretly wants to kill them.

Heavily Accented: Muse's voice has an unfamiluar accent to it, which is chosen by anon.

Night Owl: Muse has trouble staying awake during the day and going to sleep at night.

A Holy Man?!: Muse takes everything literally.

A World of Color: Muse becomes colorblind. If Muse is already colorblind, they can now see colors.

Congratulations!: Muse is given a baby and told it's theirs. Anon can tell them who the 'other parent' is.

A Haunting I Will Go!: Muse becomes a ghost that must haunt the person of anon's choice.

Bittersweet: Everything Muse eats turns to candy in their mouth. The reverse effect goes for actual candy, which turns into a random food.

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SECRETS — AN OOC LIST THAT I CAN’T BE ASSED TO PUT INTO AN INTRO/MUSE PAGE.

These secrets could be common knowledge amongst the players ( but not between any characters ) and they also could be new ones !!

FOREWARNING: there is triggering content in these secrets, please be wary and exercise caution when reading them !!

xanthos elder: he craves affection and the kind of love that only people who could disappear could have but struggles with never being able to have it.

ana sasaki: five years ago, there was a serial murder case that has since gone cold with a staggering thirty-six victims, the case belongs to her.

babylon lee: his main source of income is being a hitman for a vampire coven with the promise of becoming one to protect his family.

sweetpea byeol: though they knew they are a beauty to behold, they’re cursed to always see an ugly, rotten corpse staring back at them in the mirror.

justice ru: strange images flash through their mind during sleep mode, they seem like memories but they’re too apprehensive to tell anyone else.

gladiolus orr: his blood pumps slower than normal, too much gold in his veins and with the statue scare years ago, he struggles to keep up his energy.

leonidas pan: he’s scared of being alone but finds himself alone almost all of the time and is scared to go back to the ocean to never have human contact again.

kagari setsushi: they want to live a life as a normal teenager, for at least one day, before they live the rest of their existence swindling deals.

giselle ruan: she believes the reason she’s not like the other white ladies is because when she was murdered, she was carrying a child but told no one.

ari sullivan: has already forgiven the corrupt military compound for raising her corruptedly and wants parental affection from them desperately. 

corentin auster: he has since forgotten, but never wanted to be king and was intending on using the storm of the accident as an escape route.

hero rubia: he had given executive order to continue an unstable experiment with him as a volunteer, resulting in the accident that gave him his powers.

lovecraft quillon: before his discipline of being disembodied and then stitched together, his father would force him to listen to zarin’s own punishments.

garnet crimson: he accidentally murdered someone as a werewolf pup and his father took the blame and is now in prison for life. 

jubilee neuva: she pleaded innocent to a robbery that she did and had pinned it on another heist team member, thus imprisoning them. 

amalthea slade: despite being a priestess specializing in the liberation of dark magic in people’s hearts, practices dark magic themselves and has no heart.

zale reyes: he eats the hearts and steals the wealth of the poor, unfortunate souls that fall in love with him and they turn out not to be his true love.

morpheus viki: they have free will and are not bound by the three laws of robotics and will do anything to feel human emotion, specifically love.

vitaflora darling: she usurps her guardian duties to party outside of the summer court and challenges anyone who tries to stop her or tell on her.

kaisuke alder: his father is a plagiarizing scientist, emotionally and financially abusing him until he decided to run away with no plan.

zion creed: he killed his entire noble bloodline in the blind anguish of his parents killing his impure wife and child that he had hid from them for years.

seneca han: she stalked anyone who stole from her store and if she deemed them as vile, she murdered them and ate their livers.

river ulysses: he doesn’t trust his father and is leading an investigation against him to uncover his corrupt agreements and underhanded executive deals.

euphemia young: she comes from a secret society of women assassins who also dabble into genetic experimentation, thus how she got her powers.

joseph borealis: he’s a very closeted gay and paints himself as a ladykiller to hide it from his homophobic old western ranger parents.

kohl boogdonavic: they investigated their birth, their mother was a prostitute who was bitten by a vampire before she went into labour but still didn’t survive.

mona dorrance: she derives sensual pleasure from genuine gambling and is willing to gamble her life and anyone else’s she can grab her hands on.

channing drakul: their brain has been implanted into a genetically mutated beast because of attempted murder by a rival gang, they use a human avatar.

amelie dan: her husband was murdered two years ago and pretends her mourning is spending frivolously when in reality, it’s murder sprees.

kalliste van amstel: she doesn’t want to be a sea monster and is trying to find a way to change herself from a scylla to a human like the little mermaid. 

shae kyd: he comes from an abusive, alcoholic home and escaped to the sea and hates himself for falling into the same addictive patterns as his parents.

riordan genovese: he blames himself for his father’s untimely death and parties to forget his grief and mourning and soon-to-be responsibilities.

sugarplum min: she doesn't want to admit she still loves her mother even after she was convicted of luring, then murdering and eating children.

wisteria howlite: they’re scared of humans, having been caged and starved by them as a child to hone their hunting skills. they’ve since broken free of them.

sia aquino: she doesn’t intend on returning to her kingdom, knowing that she’s to marry whomever her parents had arranged for her.

neo traka: he’s lonely and really curious about the world he crash-landed on as an infant but believes it’s his divine destiny to conquer it before the argenti.

chocho kunori: she’s an addict to alcohol, marijuana, and mdma and is often under the influence of one of the three at almost all times.

roan lao: he doesn’t think he’s good enough of a magic user to be a sage and his insecurity leads him to daydream about modern life.

maximillian chung: his hypersexualization and excessive, riotous partying is the result of unresolved issues of being a servant of any underland dweller. 

june del basque: his villainous ways are extreme even for his taste but during times of chaos, drastic measures need to be taken for order and peace.

jangmi bae: she has a history of self-harm during long periods of losing competitions— they come in the form of bruises so it doesn’t scar.

xenon yong: his immaturity is a coping mechanism used to replicate the excessive coddling and mental abuse from his overbearing mother.

dani lucania: she believes dying to be a radiant adventure but stays alive to keep her sentient tower company for as long as she can.

aya doe: although only alive because of the wizard who created her from stone, she absolutely hates that man and has run away from his obsessions. 

amora vormir: she’s the sole survivor of a warlord’s invasion on her planet, but has since massacred the army and aims to rule over another planet.

ludwig ritchie: his family has a long history of espionage and currently works for the argenti resistance effort to monitor high-risk argenti targets.

carnelian seo: he’s struggling to keep his funds on a tight leash to keep his store running and a roof over his head as his sales are lowering each day.

bubbles kasady: although she did graduate high school, she didn’t score high enough to enter any post-secondary, despite boasting about it to her peers.

xiomara cygnus: her species is dying and she’s been given a mission by her mother to find a perfect mate; other elves her age were given the same task.

cassiopeia zeos: she’s a single mother because her blind lover was murdered as a revenge plot against her, thus her child doesn’t live with her.

ewan major: he’s attempting to resurrect his dead lover by making a deal with any demon that he comes across despite the dangers of it.

xiaobo zhou: in his blind rage of not being appointed master of his home temple, he had injured his two brothers so badly they were forced to retire.

icarus rune: his owner only kept him because he was given to him at birth and faced mental and physical abuse until he bought his freedom.

aaliyah novena: unable to age, she was once the young lover of a corrupted warlock who wanted her to live forever and kept her in a magical pendant.

asmodeus ven: before insanity, he feels his life was boring and pitiful and so believes everyone is one bad day away from becoming just like him.

geronimo orchard: though a talented runner in track, he also is a drug/potions mule or ‘runner’ because of pressure from his criminal older brother.

daiya monde: she doesn’t believe in purity and only keeps the ruse to have access to valuables and treasures otherwise hoarded away.

kiyoshi gin: she was actually heavily scorned by being banished from the hidden world but doesn’t let others see her anguish from being shut out.

denali whittle: he’s a host to a powerful symbiote, having made the fusion after having mistaken it for argenti slime while containing an infected zone.

qiang lu: he glitches in and out of existence, his mother killing his father after agreeing to have a demon child in order to experiment on his body.

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A Very Monster Christmas (Monster Roommate AU) PT5

H-Hey everybody? This took me 5000 years to write. I have no excuse so I'm just gonna release both of the final chapters at once and then the first for part 3 so everyone is happy.

CH22 Babies Were a Mistake

“Don’t touch it!”

“Junior quit being a baby and hold still”

“No! Get away from me!” Hissed a very upset monster clown with a knife in his eye. His uncle threw up his hands in defeat returning to his chair. The giant seated next to him fidgeted  nervously knowing that his landlord could get very violent when wounded. A soft hand landed on Bubba’s arm and the giant cannibal looked over to leech’s mom smiling sweetly at him. “Sweetheart will you hold him for me?”

The masked killer blinked clearly scared of the monster clown howling in pain on the floor. “Its ok big fella I’m going to make him stop.” the witch said calmly reaching into her bag. “You need to hold him for me though can you do that?”

“BABIES WERE A MISTAKE!” Penny roared and screamed still clutching his face.

“I am so glad to be awake to see this.” the elder Pennywise sighed happily resting his head on his hand with a toothy grin as he watched the younger clown sob in pain. Leatherface stood and cautiously approached the shrieking eldritch who’s other eye tore open solid red and black with anger. “DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME!” he snarled and snapped his enormous fangs wildly like a wounded animal. Leech’s mom slowly approached him from the front and held out a small bag of herbs which she poured into a small ashtray and set it on fire. “Shhh inhale the smoke.”

“NO! NO ONE APPROACH I WILL TEAR YOUR FLESH FROM YOUR BONES!”

“Sally doll, sit down and let em’ cry it out like the baby he is.” the elder clown suggested starting to grow worried for his date’s safety. His worry was quickly gone when Sally Smith snatched the roaring monster harshly by the ear and pulled hard motioning for Leatherface to grab his arms as the creature whined in pain.

“Inhale.” the woman said sternly and shoved the smoking embers to his red nose. Pennywise had no choice but to breathe in the smoke deep into his lungs exhaling it with a couple coughs as his body relaxed. The witch quickly removed the small knife from his eye earning a pained roar from the restrained eldritch who was released and immediately skittered into a corner slumped over in pain. Tiff who had been watching stared at the substance in the bowl with wonder. “What was that you gave him some sort of magic herbs?”

“Oh no sweetie just simple cannabis!”

The doll blinked a few times as the elder pennywise began to howl with laughter from his chair “Yeah you're Fangs’ mom alright.”

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A howl filled the air as a group of hunters made their way down the snowy streets of the town of Derry. The sound rattled the doll and put the vampires into a state of extreme alert their fourth companion simply groaned. Three figures appeared in front of them and two from behind. The hunter’s own arrogance had shifted their position to the role of prey. “Pen’s gonna kill me” Leech groaned as the bones in her hands snapped and reformed.

“Get in the middle of us apprentice. He will kill us before you if we return you with so much as a scratch.”

“I appreciate the gentlemanly gesture Dracula but I can handle myself. Besides you Fred's got no power here and Chucky has a bread knife. You boys really think you'd be more effective against fucking werewolves than a juiced up vampire?”

“Ouch Fangs.”

“If you want to fight fido alone be my guest Chuck.”

“She has a point, I really don't want to deal with going through another resurrection on the holidays. Phil gets weird during this time of year.”

“Holy shit I’ll say did you see him last week he freakin headbutted a nativity display and started eating the manger! Could have just been hungry though….could have also just been a regular goat.”

“Who the fuck else in this town has a giant ass black goat with a leggings fetish?”

“I don't know Fred goats are really popular right now they're all over Instagram!”

Dracula let out a long sigh and stepped backwards “Myers.” he tried to say over the arguing friends.

“What? What does Mikey have to do with goat yoga?” Freddy asked before suddenly being torn from his standing position and chucked into a wall.

“That.”

The masked killer casually kicked a shrieking  Chucky into a trash can and both vampires found their necks being squeezed in the vice like grip of The Shape himself as a pack of women surrounded them from behind.

“Hello blood suckers!” Sandy the werewolf said cheerfully behind the tall slasher.

“You're dating Myers?” Leech wheezed and tried to claw her way out of the grip on her throat.

“I am! Thank you for finally asking!”

Dracula cursed loudly in Romanian as winds picking up strongly through the alleyway.

“Sandy have them put down, we need to have a little talk.” Laurie nudged her sisters arm who motioned for her boyfriend to release them.

“You!” Leech hissed “Couldn't settle for my familiar could you bitch!”

“Jim and I broke up vampire!” the she wolf snarled with obvious pain in her voice. Dracula took notice of the tear in her eye.

“Yeah it was very sad be nicer!” one of the other sisters chimed in and Leech slashed forward in warning holding up her injured hand.

“Your leader tried to kill me and cut off my fucking finger! I think we're past being nice!”

“Its just a finger bloodsucker.”

“She tortured me!”

“And you turned her into Hamburger Helper!”

“I think I had the right to!”

“Stop taking credit for that Fangs that was your damn demon spawn!” Freddy interrupted deciding to join the argument.

“I helped make them Fred I can claim credit!”

“You’re pregnant?” Laurie said in shock as Dracula continued to awkwardly stare.

“See me,” he whispered “See me now.” Laurie glanced over at him and gave an uncomfortable wave.

“Oh great now everyone knows.” Leech rolled her soulless eyes and retracted her fangs.

“How?” Sandy asked and then grimaced in disgust when she remembered what manner of beast the vampire was dating “On second thought maybe don't share that.”

“It was actually a pretty normal process surprisingly, what isnt normal is the eldritch horror morning sickness” Leech casually sheathed her claws and fixed her coat.

“Oh well um congratulations then?” Sandy said almost confused.

“Yeah uh thanks... I’m still kinda processing it all myself.” Leech laughed nervously.

“Well this is hella awkward. I’m not gonna fight a pregnant woman.” one of the girls said.

“Yeah you know we were gonna come and get our revenge and what not but to be honest it's just kinda weird now.” Laurie said side eyeing a still wide eyed Dracula.

“You guys uh….. you guys know where we can get something to eat?” the younger vampire asked. “Kids need some food you know.”

“Y-yeah there's a frat party down the street from us you can grab someone there.”

“Cool……...um so is this like a truce or….”

“Its christmas man just forget about it.” Sandy took her tall silent boyfriend by the arm signaling to leave.

“Yeah alright. Cool. See you at work then.”

“The fuck is going on?” Chucky shouted from the trash can.

“Weird ass women shit Chuck.” Freddy said as he tipped the can over.

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Pennywise squatted in the corner of the decaying kitchen lapping at a bowl of eggnog like an extremely dangerous kitten. His good eye darted around defensively as he lapped the obnoxiously sweet drink. He didn't even notice the front door bursting open or the loud thud in the living room of his mate returning with a large meal.

Leech draped the muscled youth over the coffee table like a hunter proudly showing their family the prized turkey they caught for dinner. She even began placing her boot on his rear to show off even further.

“He's still passed out drac and I have been keeping him drained and Fred’s been keeping him scared in dreamland. It only took two of my special mix to get him falling on his ass not bad for a pregnant lady I'll say!” Leech beamed wide and knocked on the young man's skull. “Hey Fred you good in there?” the limp body jerked his arm up in a thumbs up position.

“Not bad?! All you did was flash the guy a little cleavage and hand him a couple shots. Where's the finesse?” Chucky complained carrying a large stolen pizza box with what looked like a bloody hand print on the sides. “You shoulda seen what I did to the pizza guy now that was art!”

“I'm not going for art I'm going for easy. My family was hungry and I provided.”

“Yeah yeah you're a strong woman Fangs, we're all very impressed now go clean up your idiot for us.” the elder clown called out to her casually sipping the sweet spiked eggnog that sat perched in his gloves. Leech groaned and put her hand to her face.

“Jesus the fuck did he do this time?”

Chucky looked up and snarled finally noticing the lack of twins in the room. “I said it once and I'll say it again blood sucker, I aint paying for therapy.”

The kitchen was much quieter than out there with all the noise and chatter and merryment. Pennywise wrinkled his nose in disgust and snarled still cradling his wound and purring in an attempt to heal himself. Babies were a mistake. Who was he kidding he was the eater of worlds and children. He hated children and here he was on his way to becoming a father. Oh the irony. The clown groaned and held his head tighter shutting his good eye to try to escape further.

“Mr. Pennywise?”

His eye flew back open.

“Mr. Pennywise I-Im sorry about Glenda. She takes after dad I think. Much better at the family business than I am.”

Pennywise’s breathing grew harder and his pained purring became an alarming growl as Chucky’s son bravely got closer.

“Mum says you’ll try to eat me if I came to talk to you but I don’t think you’re so bad.”

“You are quite the fool then boy.” He finally said giggling to himself a bit before wincing in pain. Glen stopped for a moment then continued forward.

“I-I just want to tell you that I thought your tricks were real neat that's all.”

The clown's growling softened and his molten yellow eye soothed. Maybe it won't be all bad, this one at least could appreciate perfection when he saw it.

“Um they have dinner out there if you want any.”

From a hole in the ceiling Leech watched her mate unfold himself and take his glove from his eye which was already beginning to heal. The boy bravely took the hand of his natural predator and led him out. He definitely had a long way to go but this was progress. She smiled to herself and felt the tug of exhaustion once again. “We'll get there together eventually.” she sighed and slipped away stepping back from the others and into the comfort the shadows.

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Pop Culture Builds 6: Mysterio

Practical special effects can be used to great effect in filming. This is because the rigs for such effects are actually there on the set, giving both the audience and the actors a sense that the creatures or effects represented by such rigs are actually there, enriching the experience of the viewers and the performance of actors who actually can react and focus on the rig.

Not to say that CGI has no place in the film industry, but that’s another argument for another place and time.

Regardless, with the advanced robotics, chemistry, and altering of perceptions and perspective that such engineers utilize in their work, it only makes sense that comics would provide us with a character that utilize that background for villainy.

Enter Quentin Beck, a stuntman and special effects prodigy whose passion with filming started early. However, when his jump to actually being an actor did not take off, Quentin hit upon the idea of using his expertise to take on the role of a supervillain. Initially attempting to frame Spider-Man, Quentin Beck has since then spent most of his supervillain career using his expertise to get revenge on Spider-Man for his initial defeat, which ranged from using special effect to try to bewilder and drive him insane, to elaborate plans of faked deaths and so on.

Sadly, Quentin’s obsession with relevancy in spite of his many humiliations in the face of Spider-Man, Daredevil, and even the teenage superhero team Power Pack led to instability and depression, resulting in him taking his own life. However, like many comic book characters, Beck was resurrected, and has even had a few copycats. His current agenda, and that of the mysterious forces that brought him back, are left uncertain.

 Despite sometimes pretending not to be, Mysterio is a human, though he need not be for this build. That being said, the fact that behind the illusions is a perfectly ordinary, mundane person is a strong argument to choose human, or perhaps any race that onlookers may be shocked to discover if the truth is ever known.

For class, it’s tempting to go with some manner of illusionist, but in my opinion the best option to emulate Mysterio has to be the alchemist class, specifically with the eldritch poisoner archetype. Admittedly this locks you out of using bombs and various discoveries tied to it, but it does grant you access to the arcanotoxin, which can be used to weaken mind and/or body, which can be especially useful for lowering the effective wisdom score of a foe to damage their will save, perception, and sense motive.

As far as discoveries are concerned, you’ll definitely want to dip heavily into the special discoveries associated with this archetype, including toxic fumes to represent Mysterio’s use of toxic gas, contact toxin for when you want to expose a foe to poison secretly with an item they are guaranteed to touch, mind-altering, paralytic, and sickening toxins for the extra effects, and tailored toxin to represent those times Mysterio has developed poisons specifically for Spider-Man. Among those discoveries not specific to this archetype, malignant poison, pheromones, poison conversion, promethean disciple (for the robotic minions!), and of course spell knowledge (to get some minor illusion spells to befuddle foes from within your smoke, such as minor image and mirror image).

Extract-wise, I figure that alchemist Mysterio would favor those that turn the tables on foes in unexpected ways, such as body capacitance, shock shield, eruptive pustules, and caustic blood. On the same note, spells that grant strong resistance to various forms of attack or abilities, such as protection from energy or nondetection, can help enhance the mystery surrounding them. Invisibility and disguise self is also important as well. Also, don’t be afraid to go direct with some damage dealing extracts, as Quentin and his copycats are well known for having dangerous tricks up their sleeves.

Stealth, deception, and sleight of hand are the key components of this build’s skill set, so your feats should reflect that. Additionally, consider taking feats to bolster your mastery of creating alchemical items and poisons and utilizing them, such as taking the Equipment Trick feat with smokesticks, and so on. Also don’t forget to consider various feats tied to the alchemist class, such as extra discovery.

Given the number of gadgets Mysterio has used, it only makes sense that equipment is a key part of the build. You’ll definitely want a large arsenal of alchemical items, namely smokesticks to help conceal your movements and blind foes, but also smoke bombs, flasks of alchemical weaponry (preferably used with sleight of hand to make their effects seem uncanny, such as misting a flask of acid over a rope or other binding to make it suddenly snap, and so on.) Obviously if your GM allows you to engineer up custom items like the concealed mist sprayers from Mysterio’s costume, go for it. Naturally you’ll want to pack a breathing mask and air supply to avoid your own toxins. As you level up, definitely consider upgrading to magic items like eversmoking bottles and bottles of air. At extreme high levels consider taking the eyes of the dragon item to grant blindsense if you haven’t found another way to negate the obscuring effects of your own smoke (such as the echolocation spell). Generally any alchemical or magic item that can be used to damage their senses is something you should consider.

 Of course, there are other ways to run Mysterio. You might consider running him as a mesmerist, or at least taking a handful of mesmerist levels, to simulate his sometimes-focus on hypnotism and brainwashing. Alternatively, you can drop the mundane forms of befuddlement and go for almost any spellcasting class with a bevy of enchantment spells on its spell list.

Outside of emulating Mysterio, this build is a great way to play a sneaky alchemist that likes to draw foes into a baffling battlefield of their own design.

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ACOTAR character profiles: Jurian

Family name: Unknown

Other names: Not given

Eyes: Not stated – please correct me if I’m wrong and have missed this!

Hair: Brown

Distinguishing physical features:

Wears light leather armour.

Tan skin

Carries twin swords across his back (ACOMAF p. 588)

Race: Human, but kept alive and imprisoned for five hundred years. Resurrected using the Cauldron. It’s unclear if Jurian has any sort of immortality now he has a body once again.

Age: Approx. 530 – Jurian was alive and an army commander as a human during the War five hundred years ago, so we can assume he is between 520 and 550 years old.

Blood relatives: None given.

Relationships:

Jurian knew Rhysand before the War: “You forget I knew him in the War. You forget he risked his legion to save Miryam from our enemy’s fort…. Everyone insists Rhysand is wicked, soulless. But the male I knew was the most decent of them all….” – ACOWAR p. 63 – 64. When Jurian seems to side with Hyburn against Prythian, Rhys did not learn of his true motivation because he avoided using his daemati powers on Jurian. This was because he would see his captor Amarantha in Jurian’s memories. Jurian is revealed as an ally to Prythian and in the final battle against Hyburn he brings a human army for Rhysand to command.

Jurian was also friends with Morrigan before the war (ACOWAR p. 495) and was hurt that she believed in his apparent betrayal.

Once in a relationship with Miryam. “Everything I did during the War, it was for Miryam and me. For our people to survive and one day be free. And she left me for that pretty-face prince the moment I put my people before her.” – ACOWAR p.63. Jurian pretends that revenge on Miryam is his main motivation for siding with Hyburn in ACOWAR. Amren theorises that the King of Hyburn has promised Jurian use of the Cauldron to track the item used to resurrect Miryam, finding her in the process (ACOWAR p. 164). However, he later explains to Rys, Mor and the Archeron sisters that his obsession with finding Miryam was not only good cover, but he in fact wishes to find her and beg her forgiveness (ACOWAR p. 496). In the final battle against Hyburn, Miryan and Drakon fight Jurian, despite being on the same “side”, due to their old unsettled score. All three appear at the meetings to form a new Treaty.

Jurian claims Miryam encouraged him to seduce Clythia, Amarantha’s sister, to gain information about the Loyalists and Hyburn (ACOWAR p.63).

He was tortured and imprisoned by magic in a ring and a necklace holding his own eye and finger bone by Amarantha as revenge for using and killing her sister in the War five hundred years previously.

Jurian was resurrected after Amarantha’s imprisonment of his soul by the King of Hyburn, using the Cauldron. Although he was believed by all to be working for the king, it was all cover to work against Hyburn, on the side of the fae-mortal alliance he once belonged to.

Jurian went to the six human Queens on behalf of Hyburn (ACOMAF p. 599-600). Vassa opposed Hyburn and the other queens found a way to curse her, although Demetra gave the human half of the Book of Breathings to the Night Court later on (ACOWAR p. 497). Vassa later offers Jurian a place in her court but it does not sound as though he takes it.

Apparently angry that he didn’t know who Rhysand’s allies were whilst Under the Mountain, part of Jurian’s false bargain with the King of Hyburn was to learn of Rhys’ Inner Circle.

Jurian brings the Kind of Hyburn’s niece and nephew Dagdan and Brannagh to the Spring Court to survey the Wall (ACOWAR p. 20).

He tells Feyre he came to trust her when she set the Bogge on Dagdan and Brannagh after they butchered the Children of the Blessed (ACOWAR p. 501). At the end of ACOWAR, Feyre does not describe him as a friend but accepts that he had been an ally (ACOWAR p. 679).

Jurian fought beside Lord Nolan’s human ancestors.

In ACOWAR, Jurian goes to Lord Nolan and Graysen before the Archeron sisters can request the Nolans protect local humans during the war. He tells the Nolans of the sisters becoming fae, explaining his true motives to Rhys, Morrigan and the sisters when they arrive (p. 495 – 496). After the final battle Jurian sees to the wounded amongst the Nolan forces.

Titles/positions: Commander in the human armies five hundred years previously.

Magic: Possibly none as Jurian is a human.

Key backstory: Jurian was a commander in the human armies during the war five hundred years prior to the books. He killed the sister of Amarantha, a Hyburn commander, and was magically kept alive and imprisoned as a result. In the current day, Jurian is resurrected by the King of Hyburn and apparently joins his court, finally revealing that this was a deception to gather information and support the Fae in Prythian who opposed the King and his plans to take over other realms.

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The character Jurian & all those mentioned above belong to Sarah J Maas. If you see any omissions/mistakes please hit me up and I will edit this! 

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ACOTAR fanstuff masterlist [this link won’t work on mobile but you can check out the tag ”acotar character profiles” to find the others!]

[ao3feedsamifer]

A Lesson in Pain, Agony, and Suffering

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2rtVjD8

by 48eyesand32teeth1sharptongue

They may always end up stuck together, but Sam is going to beat the Devil no matter what it takes. Sam loses a lot of battles, but he always wins the war.

Lucifer thinks Sam belongs to him and will do anything to keep it that way. However, he knows Sam's track record for beating him, and he's not taking "No," for an answer.

(Starts off sometime in the future, then kicks off after S13E21 and the timeline jumps around.)

Words: 17365, Chapters: 8/60, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Sam Winchester, Lucifer (Supernatural), Jack Kline, Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Kelly Kline, Other characters will be around

Relationships: Lucifer/Sam Winchester, Lucifer & Sam Winchester, Sam/Happiness and Sam/Curbstomping Lucifer and Punching him in the Face OTP, Very One-sided Lucifer/Sam, Lucifer/His Ego, Kelly Kline & Justice, Other endgame OTP is Sam/Freedom, Sam/Walking Out of Hell and Being Whole, It's mostly Sam/Lucifer for the majority you have been warned and disclaimed, Past Sam/Ruby but that was awful for Sam too, Sam/Jess but with a twist, past Samifer, but it was never happy because Lucifer is coercive, Kinda current Samifer, but Sam really is not happy about it at all, Side-pairing Dean/Castiel, but that is not the main focus

Additional Tags: Jack Kline & Sam Winchester Friendship, Sam endgame pairing is happiness but boy is it gonna be a long time to get there, Major Abuse, Rape, non-con, mind-rape, Torture, Psychological Torture, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Eventual Hurt Comfort Fic, mostly horror, Cage Trauma, Sam is not about this life, Sam deserves happiness but life is like nope, In Honor of S13E21, Major Canonical Changes, Semi-Canon Compliant except for the stuff I forget or deliberately change, Flashbacks, bi sam winchester, Gender-changing Lucifer, Lucifer is also Jess, Lucifer is Also Nick, Stalking and Pain, Also making Dean less abusive and toxic than canon or at least acknowledging it, Assumed Abusive John Winchester past references, Sam is Jack's biological parent in this, No technical Mpreg because it squicks me out, I don't know what else to tag this other than the title is a lot of what you get in this fic, A lot of torture in a lot of different forms, Mostly a horror fic with alternate endings and some fix it tacked on after the suffering, Sam was in the cage longer than he's lived and boy does that trauma show, Enochian, Conditioning, Horrible family dynamics, Lucifer chooses to be a horrible person and wants to use Sam anyway, Lucifer thinks he's in love but doesn't know or care about actually not being abusive, Toxic Jack and Lucifer relationship because Lucifer sucks, Kelly Kline & Sam, The power of friendship, Sam is a survivor, Maybe some Prince of Hell and White Eyed Demon resurrections if not related to time travel, Multiple Endings, Also Sam/Ruby mentions, Probably not explicit sex scenes or they will be implied but sparse because I'm bad at writing them, if this changes you'll know, When Sam is male presenting in the show he's using male pronouns, If Sam is female presenting going to change pronouns when convenient, OH ALSO Demon Blood Addiction, Angel Blood Addiction, AND A METRIC TON OF MANIPULATION, Lucifer wants Sam to love him and feels something, Gender changing Sam, Chuck can fight me, Probably time travel, Probably some reversed character deaths, Surrogacy, because nephilim birth body counts, Sam Winchester Has Powers, S13 Spoilers!, sam is just done, and barely holding on to reality, Lucifer pays lip service to the idea of redemption, but is too self-absorbed to actually change, Lucifer tries to be a Dad but has awful role models, nevermind his actual personality, Casifer, Lucifer is an awesome antagonist, I just wanted to write something extra painful, Sam working with Lucifer to fight Michael, even though he'd rather not, Non-Linear Narrative, Hallucifer probably will be mentioned somehow, Implied Sexual Content, Dubious Consent, some of their earlier S5 interactions will be different and less antagonistic, sort of, Lucifer's Cage, Sam Centric Narration mostly, But I might add Lucifer's perspective in there too, I can't believe I forgot, Stockholm Syndrome, yay, Sarcasm, also Kelly is Jack's surrogate mom, she still dies but might come back, also more s5 type lucifer, then character development, let's just say Lucifer is pissed his OTP seems in denial, and that they are defending humanity because lucifer, so that's gonna change canon a bit, but only slightly because stuff still seems to play out the same, watch me justify all my canon changes badly, Lucifer is like why don't you love me?, Sam is like have you seen yourself? Do you need an itemized list?, destroying parts of canon with fire through sheer laziness, Lucifer believes in Sam but doesn't want to, Lucifer takes the abandonment from God and latches on to dear life, to the person he thinks can't abandon him even if he tries because Fate, It would almost be tragic if Lucifer didn't treat Sam so bad, which negates all potential sympathy imo, Dysphoria, sort of ftm sam, but I'm not sure how solid gender is in this fic, because Lucifer is a genderless entity who just chooses to present as whatever is convenient, and Sam only has issues with the gender change when its magic, and inflicted against his will, because Lucifer thinks pregnancy will force Sam to be even more tied to him, and because he likes making Sam uncomfortable, because revenge for perceived wrongs, and disappointment, torture and murder and awfulness are not answers to life's problems, but Lucifer sure as heck is gonna try to make them, these tags could be a fic of their own at this point., also this is listed f/f because Lucifer and Sam switch genders in this fic, sam doesn't really care about gender too much, but the devil generally mirrors sam's gender unless there's an ulterior motive, because possessiveness and possession, honestly though Lucifer was going the Labyrinth Goblin King route in this, until Sam beat him and he had a tantrum, Possession, also Lucifer's MO is basically, everyone else: Lucifer no, and lucifer, canonically from every point ever: Lucifer yes, Majorly diverts from canon after I deal with S13 and the flashbacks, Sam trying to beat the Devil at his own game, Pseudo-redemption (except it fails for obvious reasons), Sam's level of hate and fear for Lucifer is canonical or even more, Plus past feelings, and past betrayal, Also Jack is a beautiful ray of sunshine, who also only deserves happiness, so him and Cas and Dean are gonna be trying to make things right, and maybe give a break from all the pain and suffering all the time, Trauma, All aboard the MAXIMUM ANGST TRAIN, Lucifer is like an Ex that won't accept you've broken up, Angels are also basically eldritch monsters, which is basically canon, Suicide Attempts, but we all know that doesn't work, also everything is this fic is completely out of order, until I finish it, because I can't write linearly at all

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