#he did kill her sister after all

[mosquito-queen]

soulmate au except there’s also a souleater version

or

there are two times where yelena nearly kills kate. the third time she succeeds.

WIP

the blood is sticky and mats hot in her hair. faucets down her face. be cool. be cool. be cool. the head and fingers always bleed the most. doesn’t mean anyone is dying. her vision says otherwise: flecks of static swim unsteadily in her sight, auras bloom in tandem with the bruises along her jaw.

“i said stay out of my way, kate bishop.”

kate bishop tries to shuffle further into the false safety of the dumpster and alley wall’s embrace. if she can’t see her assailant, then her assailant can’t see her, right? right?

wrong.

glass crunches. a shadow looms.

and then strong hands grip the base of kate’s collar, haul her up against the brick. kate groans. she leans towards the dumpster, hurls into it. she grips a hand bar half-heartedly screwed into the side of the metal, it gives slightly under her weight as she tries to remain upright. the hands that had been so helpful keeping her standing have vanished, instead replaced by a breadth of space. she spits again, wipes her mouth and turns her head to find where the violence has gone. yelena is standing just an arm’s length away, a disapproving grimace twisting her face, “very uncool.”

“you pushed me out a window.”

“only two stories,” yelena shrugs, absently toying with a knife she’s taken out of her pocket. she steps back into kate’s personal boundaries, “you should not run, ptichka.”

and then the embrace of death is back. the tip of the blade scrapes down the side of kate’s face, yelena’s other forearm bars against kate’s chest her hand clenching the fabric over kate’s shoulder. kate sags against the brace, “why do you think you’re the one that’s supposed to kill me?”

kate’s hand finds the rusty handle again. grips it tight.

“as opposed to what? you? killing me?” this earns kate a bark of laughter, “you are funny, kate bishop.”

yelena’s breath is hot against kate’s skin. makes her head swim in a different way. that stupid white spider at the base of her skull buzzes with the proximity. kate can’t help but wonder what the hawk burned out of yelena’s neck feels like. probably hurts like hell.

“we could just get drinks instead,” her voice comes out strained, pain tunneling her vision, “no killing.”

another bark of laughter. but it comes out wrong, doesn’t have the same layer of mocking. kate doesn’t catch the hesitation, she’s busy fixing her gaze on the opposing wall, counting bricks to distract herself from the knife scratching letters against her collarbone. her skin raises with the tip of the blade, not enough to break but just enough to leave a mark.

yelena breaks eye contact to inspect the lettering, and that’s when kate snaps whatever remaining energy she has. she wrenches the handle. her body groans in protest at the sudden ferocity she must wield to escape. her body also screams when she whips the handle against yelena’s skull. if that’s what it feels like to hurt your soulmate, then maybe yelena was right. maybe she was meant to be kate’s souleater. she wants to throw up again at yelena faltering away, caught off guard. but kate knows yelena’s recovery time is inhuman. so she has to fucking run. now. because the primal part of her brain will do whatever it needs to survive.

kate hurls herself out of the corner, races towards the opening of the alley.

yelena lets her.

[s0fter-sin]

something happening on a mission, something personal that has soap spiralling; panic and rage making him reckless, thoughtless, and ghost has to draw the line

“you’re compromised johnny; you know what that means?”

“you’re not pulling me out,” soap immediately snarls. he turns on him and ghost barely recognises him; venomous fear turning his eyes to unyielding ice. "you're not sidelining me; i need to be in this-!"

but ghost has never been afraid of venom; spat or dripped straight from bared fangs.

he snakes out a hand grip the back of his neck, jerking him in a rough shake. "if you can't think, you can't be a soldier," he growls and he flinches like he's been struck.

his lips quiver as they twist in a sneer and he wrenches, trying to free himself of his hold.

ghost doesn't let him.

"it means you give your body to me because your head ain't fucking attached to it anymore."

soap stills, body trembling beneath his hand as he sucks in shaking breaths.

he tightens his grip, pulling him closer and digs his forehead hard into his. “it means you give yourself to me so i can have the weapon that you are and use you the way you're meant to be used."

the ice in soap's eyes fractures.

ghost’s voice drops to a whisper, spoken only to johnny, not this facade of vengeance and pain, and wills it to reach him through the glaciers.

“so i can keep you safe ‘til it’s done and i can bring you back.”

[perenians]

oh merrill...

[hood-ex]

I once read a book where a character who had just one of everything - one fork, one plate, etc. - because he considered more than that just pointless stuff he'd eventually have to move told another that she made him want to have two plates, and that might be the most Dick and Donna vibes I've ever gotten out of anything not actually about Dick and Donna.

Well now I'm thinking about Dick buying two mugs and keeping one for himself and giving the other to Donna as a gift, but Dick's mug eventually burns along with the rest of Dick's apartment during the Blockbuster fiasco, so then after Donna dies and there's a funeral reception at her apartment, Dick finds the twin mug in Donna's kitchen, and he takes it up to the roof with him and cries.

Teen Titans/Outsiders Secret Files

[mitskiluvr]

that body never belonged to you in the first place

[werebutch]

My mom getting a new place is kinda making me anxious I think she thinks I’m gonna move in w her instead of my dad 😭 and I’m not sure why I don’t want to. Cuz she’s way better. But I don’t. And I feel responsible I think and plus my sisters will never favor my mom over my dad… so we’d live apart. but I’m 20 years old I can live whatever I want. But. But but but

[urostakako]

it seems people are already upset that tsumiki is not nice anymore, sorry you dont know her like i do

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[sheilaerinniperonista]

it was a small passing comment in the story but when its mentioned Sheila saw her dog get beaten to death when she was a kid and it made her feel like humankind was just like that (+ her sister's murder afterwards cementing that worldview)... augh.

[micamicster]

I find the sibling dynamics in the untamed genuinely fascinating because like jiang cheng has all the flaws of a youngest sibling but he ALSO has to fulfill the roles and responsibilities of an oldest sibling (his family’s heir and leader of his clan) which results in a man who sucks so bad and fails so much 🥰 i love him

[iron-sides]

ok so on one level i do think tim will hold damian trying to kill him against him like. for years and years if not for EVER. i am nothing if not a believer in tim drakes ability to hold a grudge. how ever it occurred to me today that my little sister used to like. attack me, right. unprompted. she didnt have any way to deal with her feelings other than anger & violence and she couldnt take it out on my parents so it was All directed at me until she was at least 10 and even then we werent close until she hit around 13 or 14 because we (and by we i mostly mean she) learned how to compromise and also because i had started figuring out how to get my Autism Needs met and had more energy to spend on improving that relationship. anyway the point im making is that and it never occurred to me until like today how unreasonable this is but i have never actually held any instance of physical violence (and i do mean physical violence like hitting kicking biting slapping-- i used to have a habit of turning my back to her any time she seemed upset because she Would come at me and it hurt less on my back like. neither of us knew how to fight but i didnt rlly want to hurt her (i did a few times but almost always in the form of like. "oh bee pushed me down the stairs when we were younger" <- girl you were attacking me i needed you out of the room so i could melt down and u were literally attacking me. it wasnt on purpose it was the natural consequence of you attacking me) anyway ive never held the physical violence against her longer than like a few hours (been nervous sure but not mad) because like shes my little sister and i love her and that was the case even when she hated me. its something my parents did an okay job of acknowledging at the time that like any time the lamented that we didnt get along where i could hear it came with a "we know youre trying, she's the problem" (and she was to be clear. i say this with love but she was very much the problem i was the only person she ever attacked and i never hit back except to try and put space between us). anyway. the point is i do think i would react to damian wayne the exact same way dick grayson does if put in a similar situation because if my sister had had assassin training she would have done serious damage and it wouldnt have changed a thing

[s4pphoiduser]

blind (2022) is driving me insane. im begging my friends to watch it but theyre either busy with exams or almost exclusively fluff/romance-watchers . i need to talk ab this w someone just hit me up or something GOD

[leatherbookmark]

sitting and thinking (in the context of my fic but also in general) about the things about jgy that lxc doesn’t know, but specifically those that wwx KNOWS but won’t tell him. because that would make him soft, and we don’t want that

[tuxedo-rabbit]

Honestly if anyone was gonna not get along with Solas I thought it would be Toth “I love Sera, everyone who doesn’t can shut up” Adaar

Not Marlow “Cole is my adopted little brother and I would kill for him” Trevelyan

[mxdotpng]

actually the relationships between each party member & luke in this game is really, really good. i wasn't expecting a lor because typically rpgs forget to have something dynamic with all of their party members, but they very pleasantly surprised me with this game.

[mad-hunts]

@hexsreality sent🔪 to walk in on my muse standing over a dead body.

after having his breath restricted for so long, whenever barton does finally have the chance to inhale, it comes out as a gasp — a desperate sound that he hadn't heard for a long time from himself. he was unfortunately in the process of being suffocated by the man on top of him who was now a mere corpse. and as a result, he knew that he'd have to do whatever he had to to kill them to save himself. that meant slashing through their upper body from their collarbone, all the way down to their gut in this case. that is, once he had managed to grab the knife back that'd been kicked from him. subsequently, as you may be able to imagine, a very unsavory thing followed this. which was blood pouring out of them like a damn fountain. barton's clothes as well as his neck and parts of his face were now completely doused in it because of this. and gosh, he imagined that if he were squeamish, this would be like his worst damn nightmare.

but barton had done things before that would make this most recent kill of his almost look tame in comparison. so the only thing he was reeling from now was the adrenaline-induced high that his brain was still in. it made his pulse thunder in his ears and not to mention, he could smell the sweat coming off of himself. getting the man off of him was an easier task than barton thought it'd be then (perhaps as an after-effect of the fight-or-flight response) as it only took one push and his limp body had flopped down beside him. or, should he actually call the 'stranger' by his name? lauri eigo, a man whom he found out had come all the way from estonia to gotham to investigate why his sister had never come home from there, only to stumble across barton leaving the scene of a crime where a murder had occurred. and what do you know... the other person that'd been killed that day was also a transient, as barton normally targeted them.

thus, lauri took it upon himself to look into the man he'd seen and he was able to find out quite a bit about him before he sent him an invitation through the mail to meet him at his apartment under the guise that he was an admirer of his. but he really just wanted to confront him and then quite possibly kill him for doing the same to his sister. well, unfortunately for him, barton thought — anger had made him stupid and he didn't want to kill him with something like a knife but with his hands. or, at least, that's how he viewed it. barton was just starting to get up using his hands as a balance on the floor when he saw that he wasn't alone here. in all of the chaos that was 'taking care' of lauri since he knew his secret, however, barton had made one mistake and that was keeping the door slightly ajar when he entered the place. now he had to admit that there was no way to excuse the blood all over himself when there was a dead body literally right under him.

barton had to hold back a laugh at how bad his luck was as his eyes zeroed in on wanda. ❝ huh. you know, i had a feeling that i was missing something, but i just wasn't sure what. i know this looks extremely bad but just... give me one second to explain, ❞ he was absolutely stalling here, as barton was well-aware that even the most smooth talker could not worm his way out of this situation. barton soon plastered on a smile before he subtly turned the heel of one of his feet towards wanda. then, just like that, barton was running towards her in order to try to direct several slashes to her body rather wildly. he pretty much had no option but to kill wanda as well now. no other words were necessary, since he thought he made it rather clear through his actions that he wasn't just going to let her leave.