#his trust was broken horrifically

[drinkingteainthedark]

Ngl, Yingxing was a little silly stupid. He really trusted a man that dealt with his friends death by doing unethical science to not make him immortal? Down horrendous.

Clearly, the real reason his eyes turned red is because he slam dunked those rose coloured glasses right onto his face with all his craftsman arm strength the moment he caught a glimpse of a red flag.

[ohtobeleah]

Bruises // Jake Seresin

Summary: After a mission goes south, Jake finds himself captured by insurgents that show no remorse. But what’s worse than knowing he failed his mission? Knowing that the Weapons Systems Officer who trusted him to bring her home safe was in the same cell as him. Collecting bruises that match his own.

Mini Series Warnings: Heavy themes of violence, sexual assault, torture. 18+ content. Minors DNI. Mature themes. Being held in captivity. Hostage style situation. Main character death! Whump, Angst. Conversations that discuss antisocial & antisemitism views.

Author Note: THIS SERIES IS CONFRONTING, FICTIONAL, AND DEPICTS IMAGES OF TORTURE. DO NOT READ PAST THIS POINT IF YOU BELIEVE THAT THIS SERIES WILL BE DETRIMENTAL TO YOUR MENTAL STABILITY. CURATE YOUR OWN TIMELINE.

Chapter One: [Happily Ever Afters Don’t Exist] A certain naval aviator shows up on your front doorstep right on cue. Because when the nightmares are too hard to handle on their own? You and Jake find solace in one another’s presence. (2.5k ) (Out Now)

Chapter Two: [Tactile Takedown] When a missile is headed right for Roosters F-18, Jake makes a decision that could end up costing you your life. (4.4k) (Out Now)

Chapter Three: [In The Arms Of The Enemy] Both you and Jake come face to face with the man you only know as ‘The Commander’ who you soon find out has very little patience for bullshit. (4.6k) (Out Now)

Hotshot: The moments before you were brought into your cell & the memory that haunted Jake Seresins mind. (1.3k )

Chapter Four: [Men & Their Many Masks] You and Jake find yourselves alone in his cell for what feels like a week. Passing the time with mundane conversations. But when The Commander and his fellow officers finally come back? Things take a turn for the worst. (5.3k) (Out Now)

Chapter Five: [Emerald City:] *** You’re forced against your will by three insurgents all the while Jake helplessly watches on. In return? He’s given a gift made only for the broken hearted. (4.8k) (Out Now)

Chapter Six: [Ninety in Five] *** Hours, Days, Weeks, Months. Just how long have you and Jake been enduring the horrific torture at the hands of a Rogue Nations Commander. (5.4k) (Out Now)

Chapter Seven: [War Wounds in the Ward] When help finally arrives, Jake believes it may be too late. The extent of both your injuries are finally revealed and the both you come face to face with the reality of just how long you’d been held in captivity for. (7.4k) (Out Now)

Chapter Eight: [The Platform] When Jake wakes up beside you after seeking refuge in your company, he’s forced to face a nightmare he thought would only ever exist in his mind. (1.6k) (Out Now)

Epilogue: [Before, During & Never After] There one place Jake Seresin knows where to find you after he’s woken by a startling bark. (1.6k) (Out Now)

Concepts / Blurbs.

-> [Don’t Wanna Miss My Stop] Jake Overdoses

-> [Don’t Blame Me] Jake doesn’t blame himself for how you died. He blames himself for why you died.

Status: Complete

Life After Death Spin off Series

[infiniteglitterfall]

A Chabad synagogue in Pomona, New York, burned to the ground on April 17th, along with its three Torah scrolls.

Torah scrolls are hand-written, hand-made, and kept in elaborately decorated cases or wrappings.

Many of them have long histories; my synagogue has two, I think, that were smuggled out of villages being destroyed in pogroms or in Nazi attacks. One of them is the only remaining piece of that village on earth.

Sometimes, the Torah scroll doesn't even belong to the synagogue, but is on loan from a place like the Memorial Scrolls Trust:

There's an entire Jewish holiday just for taking them out and dancing with them: Simchat Torah, "The Joy of Torah."

In fact, that was the holiday on which Hamas's invasion took place.

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So it's a particular tragedy when a Torah is destroyed.

Chabad itself has a page about what goes into making just one Torah scroll:

"An authentic Torah scroll is a mind-boggling masterpiece of labor and skill. Comprising between 62 and 84 sheets of parchment -- cured, tanned, scraped and prepared according to exacting Torah law specifications -- and containing exactly 304,805 letters, the resulting handwritten scroll takes many months to complete.

"An expert pious scribe carefully inks each letter with a feather quill, under the intricate calligraphic guidelines of Ktav Ashurit (Ashurite Script). The sheets of parchment are then sewn together with sinews to form one long scroll. While most Torah scrolls stand around two feet in height and weigh 20-25 pounds, some are huge and quite heavy, while others are doll-sized and lightweight."

I learned all of this on Tumblr.

Once upon time, in people's "punch Nazis" days, I would've been able to find some mention on Tumblr of this synagogue burning.

There is none, so I'm posting about it.

And I'm going to quote Daniel Weiner, Rabbi of Temple de Hirsch Sinai in Bellevue, Washington, when his own synagogue was vandalized last November:

"It’s horrific and heartbreaking.... [Taking out your feelings about] what's going on in the Middle East by defacing a sacred space of a synagogue -- that’s the very definition of antisemitism."

I'm also posting about the Kehillat Shaarei Torah Synagogue in Toronto, whose windows were broken on Friday, April 19th, by someone who also tried to break the front door down.

And the April 15 graffiti outside a Bangor, Maine synagogue that said, "Nazi Israel 30K murdered," next to a crossed-out Star of David. The same synagogue faced pro-Hamas flyers plastered around it in November.

I was going to include all the synagogues vandalized over the past six months. But there are way too many. Several every week. Lots are swastikas.

I'll go back to just doing attacks on and near synagogues.

Someone has to talk about the 1-year-old who was stabbed outside Temple Beth Zion-Beth Israel (BZBI) synagogue, in Philadelphia, on April 13th.

The foiled terrorist attack on a Moscow synagogue on April 11th.

The man who, on April 9th, screamed at the rabbi at Moldova's Great Synagogue, "What are you doing here? How come no one has finished you off for everything you are doing to the Palestinians?" Just one week after people had vandalized a Holocaust memorial in nearby Soroka, and sprayed "Free Palestine" on it.

The Oldenburg, Germany synagogue that was firebombed on April 5th.

The Florida Las Olas Chabad Jewish Center, which on March 16 burned, but not to the ground. The Torah scrolls were safe, and no one was hurt, but the back of the building was severely damaged.

The planned-but-thwarted-on-March-7th ISIS massacre in a Moscow synagogue.

The stabbing of an Orthodox Jew in Switzerland on March 5th. (He was badly injured, but expected to survive.)

A man leaving a synagogue in Paris was beaten on March 3rd.

People set the courtyard of a synagogue in Sfax, Tunisia on fire on February 27th. Firefighters managed to put the fire out before it consumed the inside of the building.

The synagogue is no longer used; there are no Jews left in its area, and fewer than 1,000 Jews left in Tunisia overall.

(Thousands of Tunisian Jews were sent to work camps during the Holocaust. Antisemitism across the Middle East continued to increase rapidly for decades. By the 1970s, 90% of Tunisian Jews had fled to France or Israel.)

On February 18, an Orthodox Jew leaving Synagogue of Inverrary-Chabad in Lauderhill, Florida, was beaten by an attacker yelling racial slurs.

Someone deliberately chose International Holocaust Remembrance Day, January 27, to smash all the windows in the front of Sgoolai Israel Synagogue in downtown Fredericton, New Brunswick.

On December 29, Turkey arrested 32 people linked to ISIS who were planning attacks on synagogues and churches.

On December 17, a man drove a U-Haul truck up onto the sidewalk between a barrier and the front door of the Kesher Israel Congregation in Washington D.C., got out, and started yelling "Gas the Jews." He also sprayed a foul-smelling substance on two people leaving the synagogue.

December 17 also saw 400 synagogues across the United States receive bomb threats.

On December 11, a man attacked an elderly couple on their way into a synagogue in Los Angeles, screaming, "Give me your earrings, Jew!!" and beating one of them bloody with a belt. (Happily, he chased the guy down the street, and caught him when his pants fell down.)

On December 10, a 16-year-old was arrested in Vienna for planning an attack on a synagogue.

On December 8, on the first night of Hanukkah, 15 synagogues in New York State received bomb threats. And someone screamed, "Free Palestine," and fired shots outside of Temple Israel in Albany, NY. Which has a preschool that was in session.

Meanwhile, the five Jews left in Egypt were canceling public Hanukkah candle-lighting at their synagogue out of fear of reprisals. Particularly after two Israelis in Alexandria had been gunned down by terrorists on October 8. (While Israel was still fighting Hamas in Israel.)

On November 15, a terrorist group set the only synagogue in Armenia on fire.

Armenian Secret Army for the Liberation of Armenia (ASALA) has a history of working with the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine (PFLP).

(PFLP is part of Hamas's network of groups. Samidoun is their nonprofit arm - which is why Germany banned Samidoun last year, although it's still active in many other countries.

PFLP is also actively supported by the Palestinian Youth Movement (PYM), a diaspora nonprofit group, and Within Our Lifetime (WOL), an SJP spinoff in NYC.)

On November 11, halfway through Shabbat services, police asked Central Shul in Melbourne, Australia to evacuate "as a precaution" due to a "pro-Palestinian" protest that had chosen the neighboring park as its gathering place. Australia has seen some very outspoken antisemitism at protests, including the march shortly after October 7 that chanted "Gas the Jews."

Also on November 11, protesters targeted a synagogue along a march route. They sat in their cars, spraying green smoke and shouting at people leaving the synagogue. The march itself featured a record number of horrifying signs and chants.

On November 7th, Congregation Beth Tikvah in Montreal was firebombed, and the back door of the Jewish organization across the street (Federation CJA) was set on fire.

On November 4, protesters chanted "Bomb Israel," and burned an Israeli flag outside the only synagogue in Malmo, Sweden.

During October, there were 501 antisemitic acts under investigation in France in just three weeks, including groups gathering in front of synagogues shouting threats, and graffiti such as the words “killing Jews is a duty” sprayed outside a stadium.

On October 18, people firebombed a synagogue in Berlin after homes all over the neighborhood were graffitied with stars of David.

And also on October 18, hundreds of "pro-Palestine" rioters attacked the Or Zaruah Synagogue, in the Spanish enclave of Melilla in North Africa, while worshippers were inside.

Based on the video, they seem to have blocked the synagogue entrance completely, while screaming "Murderous Israel" and waving Palestinian flags. (Melilla is an autonomous zone belonging to Spain. It borders Morocco.)

On October 17, during pro-Palestinian protests, hundreds of rioters set fire to Al Hammah synagogue, an abandoned house of prayer in central Tunisia. They hammered down the building’s walls and raised a Palestinian flag on the building. Police did not intervene.

The Facebook page "Tunigate", which has around 88 thousand followers, published a video of the assault. So did "Radio Bousalem”, with 83 thousand users. The vast majority of comments on these videos welcome these acts. The building was severely damaged and almost completely razed to the ground.

On October 15, bomb threats were sent to many East Coast synagogues. Attleboro synagogue Congregation Agudas-Achim received one of the emails, which read, "The bombs will blow up in a few hours. A lot of people will die. You all deserve to die."

On October 8 -- again, while Hamas was still in Israel -- Madrid’s main synagogue was defaced with graffiti that read “Free Palestine” next to a crossed-out Star of David.

And on October 7, an assailant in Rockland, NY fired a BB gun at two women entering a synagogue. Later in the month, a banner at the Stephen Wise Free Synagogue in the area was vandalized with the words, “Fuckin kikes."

[haeryna]

feeling so high but too far away to hold me ↪ gojo satoru x reader x geto suguru ;༊

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summary: satoru and suguru come to a critical conclusion, but is it too late for them to mend what was broken?

tw: angst, homophobia, abandonment, mentions of (unintentional) self harm, mentions of illness, barely proofread

notes: title taken from halsey's "without me." all images were taken from pinterest and are NOT mine! i'm not sure if i like how this came out but oh well gotta get through it lol. banner is from @/cafekitsune!

Lately, Satoru has been thinking a lot more about you.

He shouldn't be. Choso's been on his ass for stupid mistakes, like a slight misstep during practice, or the way his voice wavers ever so slightly on notes that are well within his vocal range. Nanami grumbles a bit more when recording sessions extend even further. Haibara brings him an extra water bottle during practice. Even Sukuna is slightly nicer to him, as if he can see how much Satoru is struggling.

Satoru hates it. It makes him feel weak, because he knows now that he misses you more than his heart can bear. He has women throwing themselves at him left and right, so why does a girl from a town he left behind make something in his chest twist? By all accounts, Satoru is thriving. He has a wonderful relationship with his boyfriend, his boy group has broken record after record with each single they release, and Satoru has just signed onto a brand deal with Chanel.

(He knows you're not just a girl, you were his. The only person he could bear to share Suguru with, the only person who could see past his flirtatious facade and say, "It's okay, 'Toru, I'm here for you." He knows the reason why he forces himself to believe you would have only shunned him like his parents, is to run from the realization that he abandoned you in the most horrific way possible.)

It doesn't help that his managers handle all of his social media accounts, and go through all his mail. As soon as him and Suguru signed onto the same agency, their phone lines were decommissioned, and they were given highly protected personal phones. You wouldn't be able to reach him even if you wanted to. Hell, they barely even saw Shoko, and the only reason was because they were both the only people who trusted her to take care of their medical needs.

Suguru had tried, once, to ask about you, to get a way of contacting you. Shoko had looked him dead in the eyes, steel hidden behind soft brown, and told him that, "if you were just going to abandon her like that, at least have the decency to stay gone until they could commit to her fully." The way Suguru's face had paled only confirmed the worst for Satoru; you hadn't understood. You had seen their leaving as the worst kind of betrayal. Shoko had refused to tell them more, stubborn in her loyalty to you.

At first, it was easier to hide shame behind a kind of disdain. Of course you hadn't understood what it had been like, being rejected so violently by parents you once loved. Of course you hadn't understood what it was like to feel the noose tighten around your neck until you knew you would either run, or die. Maybe if you couldn't let them go, it meant you truly had never loved them anyways.

As the months grew, slowly and surely, the tangle of excuses unraveled. You might not have understood, but you had defended him silently in small rebellious ways. The eyeshadow palette that still sat at his vanity. The birthday card you'd made him when you turned 14, with a small rainbow under the phrase "I'll love you no matter what." You too had felt the noose; you'd spent years fighting it, fighting your hatred of the small town you were forced to grow up in. "Satoru, Suguru, Shoko," you would tell them, "one day we'll all move out of here into the nicest, fanciest apartment in the city."

Grief was love with nowhere to go, and in that particular moment, Satoru found your absence particularly painful. Sighing, he stretches, resting his chin on the back of the couch to stare at the clock. 12:36; Suguru was probably still awake. Quietly, Satoru pads to the spare room in the apartment he shares with Suguru that they'd converted into their music and production room. Unsurprisingly, he finds Suguru perched on an old barstool they thrifted, gently strumming the strings of the guitar you'd gifted him so long ago.

"Satoru," Suguru says softly, pausing. "What's wrong? I thought you'd be asleep by now."

Wordlessly, Satoru wraps his arms around him, nuzzling into the slope of his neck. After a few moments, he speaks.

"I miss her."

He can feel the way Suguru stiffens slightly in his arms, before exhaling, tension releasing from his shoulders. "I miss her too. I've been thinking, Satoru."

"That's dangerous for you," Satoru chides, and Suguru rolls his eyes fondly.

"You're such a brat. I've been thinking, what if we went back?"

Satoru blanches, staring at Suguru. "What?"

"Not permanently," Suguru hastily amends, knowing how deep Satoru's scars run. "Just enough to...I don't know, Satoru. We messed up really badly. I know there's a large chance she won't even be there anymore. She used to always tell us about how she couldn't wait to move to the city. But we can at least start there, right?"

The news of Satoru's hiatus caused enough ripples for even you to notice it. Despite the fact you avoided anything to do with both his and Suguru's music career, every news outlet, radio channel, and social media post had something to say about it. Hell, you couldn't even open the local newspaper without seeing his face plastered on it, lamenting his temporary break from the group's next comeback.

Frowning, you slam the kitchen cabinet door a bit harder than necessary. Why should you care? If anything, you should be gloating with this piece of information, that not everything was perfect in Gojo Satoru's idol career. Yet, a small part of you still worried. Was he eating alright? Did something happen to Suguru? Should you call Shoko?

The door chimes, startling you out of your thoughts. Your parents are back in the hospital undergoing another round of treatments but they could have came back early. Sighing, you walk over to the door, opening it without a second thought.

"Hi, what-"

In that moment, you feel several emotions. Regret, that you hadn't checked who it was before opening it. An odd blend of concern and fear; why had they come back, was something horribly wrong? Most overpoweringly, was the deep sense of anger that welled up inside of you, seeing both Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru standing on your doorstep.

"You're here," Sator- Gojo, breathes, crystalline blue eyes greedily drinking in the sight of you. He reaches for you, but you flinch back.

"What are you doing here?"

You're surprised to see that Gojo seems hurt by that statement. Sugu- Geto steps closer. "We wanted to see you."

"Oh, so a whim?" You can't help the harshness of your voice, or the way that your voice trembles ever so slightly. "Its been years, Geto. Five years since you left, and you come back now? What am I, just an afterthought? I already knew that but my god you're such an asshole."

"That's not what I'm saying," Geto sighs, and you want to throttle him. "We missed you so much, I can't even-"

You can't help but cut him off, fists clenched and hot tears pooling in your eyes. "You could have left a note. You could have left me an address, could have reached out once you settled in, anything!"

It's Gojo's turn to speak, hands fidgeting as if he wants to pull you close. "Our managers-"

"I don't care!"

A hush falls after your outburst, and you can't help the tears that slip down your cheeks. "Did I really mean that little to you? I would have left with you, I would have done anything for you, so don't you dare try to come up with an excuse. Don't try to tell me that your managers stopped you. I loved you." Your voice breaks. "How could you?"

Both men look ashamed. Geto is the first to speak. "We thought you would have moved away. We lost our original numbers, and Shoko refused to-"

Your eyes flash. "Don't try to blame Shoko for this. Unlike the two of you, she stayed with me."

Gojo flinches. "That's not fair. We didn't have a choice, why can't you see that?"

A sardonic laugh escapes your lips. "See what? All I see is the choice you made in leaving me behind."

"What happened to you?" Geto breathes, and you fight the urge to slap him. "You were so adamant that you would get out of this town."

"Well I can't," you hiss. "Not all of us can abandon their loved ones without a second thought."

Gojo's face looks like you've just shattered his world. "You never left?"

Something in the way he says that breaks something inside of you. "Mom and Dad have whatever Grandmother had," you tell them. You're not even sure why you're saying this, but there's a sick sense of pleasure in watching it start to sink in. "There's nobody else to help take care of them. Whenever she can, Shoko will try her best to stop by."

"You've been alone," Geto murmurs, horrified.

Venom fills your mouth. "I have been since I was sixteen, thanks for asking. You think I didn't notice that you two were together? You never even said anything to me and I still figured it out." Gojo's face pales but you plow forward. "It was always Satoru and Suguru, Gojo and Geto, but what about me? I was there too, wasn't I?" Blood drips down your palms; you're digging your nails in hard enough to cut. "You two forgot about me. You discarded me, left me behind. Did you really think so little of me? Did you really think I would treat you like everyone else in this town?" You can see the pain in Geto's eyes. "As if it wasn't enough, I had to see you everywhere. It's nice seeing how quickly both of you replaced me with other women."

Gojo calls your name but you shake your head, vision blurring. "Go fuck yourself, both of you. Don't talk to me. I wish you'd never come back." Whirling back inside, you slam the door, ignoring the frantic banging and shouts. As you sink to the floor, you finally allow yourself to sob, curled up against the solid wood doorframe. I thought it was over, you think miserably. But somehow it hurts more than the day they left.

[auspicioustidings]

Ghost should stop it, he knows he should, but he makes up his mind that it's for your own good. He was never good with untrained animals, never had enough patience for them.

NON-CON

He doesn't know how long the session has been happening, but he can make a guess that it's been at least the best part of an hour. Your poor pussy is hot and swollen from the mounted dildo mechanically pistoning in and out of it and he doesn't think it's ever looked prettier than right now with how it's weeping from the abuse.

Mace hasn't totally restrained you which he appreciates, he'd like you trained not broken. Instead he has you on a table with your wrists cuffed to your ankles. There's a chain between the cuffs, enough to give you some movement but not so much that you can get your hands above your head to push him away.

Said head is dangling off the edge of the table and he skirts round the edge of the room to get a better view of Mace fucking his thick cock into your throat. Christ, from the side he can see how your throat bulges, how his heavy balls keep smashing into your nose and carrying trails of spit whenever he pulls back.

There's a thread of frustration in his old friend. The training is taking longer than he'd like then. Ghost wonders briefly what exactly the aim is until he pulls out enough that he sees the glint of metal in your mouth and you are told in a rough voice to take a deep breath. He's teaching you to deep throat then, using training wheels in the form of a ring gag. It's a good lesson to start with given how Ghost needs you to breathe only at his allowance. He needs that sort of control over anything he owns.

Your body goes into panic when Mace presses deep and holds there. Ghost watches in anticipation, screaming encouragement in his head. You can do this sweetheart, just swallow around him, a'tta girl. I know sweetheart, so big and so deep, gotta trust he knows when you really need to breathe.

None of it out loud, he hasn't decided if he wants you to know he is in the room or not. You'd maybe expect a rescue, be relieved for a moment before you saw how thick he was in his trousers and how bright his eyes were with appreciation. He had been dreading training you, he truly had. Of course Mace would have noticed.

Mace sighs as he pulls out, big hands massaging your tits as he lets you gulp in oxygen. You're doing yourself no favours with all the sobbing, you would be better with big, calm breaths. He reaches over your body and plays with your clit and there's nowhere for you to go. You can only try and thrash but are quickly pinned by both the dildo inside you and Mace's hand on your belly. It takes a horrifically short amount of time for him to have an orgasm flushing through you, have your body reset to relaxed so he can start the process over again.

Ghost had told you when you started dating that he was not a good man. He had told you to run. Mace was only showing you mercy really. Better he train you now than Ghost was forced to do it later.

He would never be so gentle.

[slasher-fucker-and-sucker]

Through the Fear

The night was cold and silent, Gotham City cloaked in a shroud of fear. You had been working with Jason Todd, the Red Hood, for months now, helping him clean up the streets while secretly feeding information to Batman in the hopes of reuniting Jason with his family. It was a delicate balance, one you had managed to maintain until tonight.

You and Jason had been tracking down Scarecrow, who had been spreading his fear toxin throughout the city. The mission had been going smoothly until you stumbled upon one of Scarecrow's traps. The canister exploded, releasing a cloud of fear toxin that enveloped you before you could react.

You staggered, coughing and trying to wave the gas away, but it was too late. The toxin seeped into your lungs, and your vision began to warp and twist. Horrific images flooded your mind, and every shadow seemed to harbor a threat.

"Y/N!" Jason's voice cut through the haze, but it sounded distorted and menacing. You turned to see him rushing towards you, but in your fear-addled state, he appeared as a monstrous figure, eyes glowing red and his grin twisted into a snarl.

"No, stay away!" you screamed, backing away from him in terror.

"Y/N, it's me, Jason," he said, his voice softer, more concerned. He reached out to you, but you flinched away, convinced he was going to hurt you.

"You're trying to kill me!" you cried, tears streaming down your face as you stumbled and fell to the ground. "I knew it... you found out about me helping Batman... you're going to kill me!"

Jason's eyes widened in shock and hurt. "What are you talking about? I would never hurt you, Y/N. You're everything to me."

But your mind was consumed by fear, and you couldn't see the truth in his words. All you saw was the monster your mind had conjured up, ready to strike.

Desperate to help you, Jason quickly pulled out a vial of the antidote he always carried with him. He knew he had to get it into your system, but you were too frightened to let him near.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I promise," he said gently, holding up the antidote. "This will help you. Please, Y/N, trust me."

You shook your head, trembling. "No... no... you're lying."

Jason's heart broke at the sight of you, so terrified and broken. He knew he had to act quickly. With a swift motion, he grabbed your arm and injected the antidote into your bloodstream, hoping it would take effect before your fear consumed you entirely.

You struggled against him, but the antidote began to work, slowly clearing the fog of terror from your mind. The monstrous image of Jason started to fade, and his real, worried face came into focus.

"Jason?" you whispered, your voice weak and trembling.

"Yes, it's me," he said, relief washing over him as he saw the recognition in your eyes. "It's going to be okay, Y/N. I'm here."

You collapsed into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. "I'm so sorry, Jason... I was only trying to help you see your family again..."

He held you tightly, his own emotions threatening to overwhelm him. "I know, Y/N. I know. And I'm not angry. I could never be angry with you for wanting to help me. But you have to trust me when I say I would never hurt you."

You nodded against his chest, the fear slowly ebbing away as you felt the warmth and safety of his embrace. "I trust you, Jason. I trust you."

Jason pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "We'll get through this together. You're not alone."

As the night wore on and the effects of the toxin completely wore off, you stayed in Jason's arms, the bond between you stronger than ever. No matter the fears and secrets that had threatened to tear you apart, your love had proven stronger, and together, you knew you could face anything Gotham threw your way.

[iridiss]

Garroth growing up in a blood family that doesn’t treat him with any love, so as a kid he wishes so hard for the destined, perfect love of his life to come and save him, whisking him away like a knight in shining armor, to a life where he’s truly loved, and it’s that escapism in fantasy that he’s constantly using to cope and keep himself sane growing up

He dreams of the day someone will love him, unconditionally and truly, and though he doesn’t really know what that’ll look like yet, it’s something that he just knows intrinsically in his heart and yearns for desperately. He’s a big lover, he’s super empathetic and sensitive, he has a big heart, especially as a kid. Whenever he falls for anyone, he falls HARD, but he can’t seem to find anyone who would love him back as much as he loves them (especially since people keep seeing him as The Prince and not lovey little Garroth)

Then Garroth being forced to marry a woman he had never loved and barely even met before. Marriage being used as a giant weapon to forever seal him into the horrific life as heir to the throne, as one of the permanent pieces of this broken and abusive monarchical system, when marriage and love was supposed to be one thing that got him out, and it breaks him so much that he abandons everything and runs away. If no perfect and magical knight in shining armor will save him, then he’ll do it himself, alone.

And then he meets the most romantic knight in the world.

Laurance is so extremely homoerotic and suggestive and flirtatious with him all the time, even in canon, especially in canon

Laurance loves LOUDLY and a LOT, he’s very honest and up-front about all the emotions in his heart, and when he falls in love with someone (as opposed to falling in surface-level lust with someone) he falls HARD, but unlike Garroth, he is NOT shy about it lol

Laurance sending love and affection Garroth’s way in droves, and Garroth being utterly confused and clueless about it, because no one has ever spoken to him this way, hell, I don’t think his sheltered Princely blood has even SEEN any other person talk this way. Like Laurance just honestly and bluntly telling him “Hey big guy, I think you’re hot and cute as fuck, we should fuck on the beach right here, whaddya say?” like how is his brain going to compute that, he’s never even SEEN an affectionate relationship before, let alone seen someone be so clear and forward about it

And Laurance is honest and means every word he says, he’s not trying to play or trick Garroth. At one point Garroth thinks he is and gets super suspicious of him, but then Laurance laughs and denies it so casually and easily, and now Garroth is lost again

He literally meets the most affectionate person ever. He’s honest and upfront about his affections, he’s patient enough to give Garroth all the time in the world, he’s emotionally intelligent enough to know why he’s struggling so much with his gestures, and he’ll just patiently stand there and watch him while he has an existential crisis trying to figure out what love even means after Laurance gave him a bouquet of hand-picked flowers. Trust Issues Garroth would eventually try to accept all these kind things Laurance says about him, rather than deny the compliments and insist he’s all the things Zane and his father called him as a child. He leans into the affections, and Garroth learning how love actually works, as the very man he dreamed of as a child holds his face in his hands, and does not mock or beat or hurt him, but kisses him on the cheek instead.

Garroth learning how to love from Laurance’s unconditional and obnoxious affections, slowly becoming less and less afraid of it, until he embraces it completely and starts to give Laurance So Very Much Loving in return like he was always capable of doing. And Laurance is perfectly capable of handling the immense amount of affection, he finds it exciting actually

And though I don’t think homophobia is a thing that exists in this fantasy world, I think it’s also thematically perfect that Laurance is the exact kind of person that Garroth’s parents would HATE having as a son-in-law. Laurance’s rebellious pride is perfect for that role of breaking Garroth free of the abusive strings of his evil monarchical family and learning how to love himself instead

[agirlandherquill]

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returning to writeblr after a short break has been so enjoyable I thought I'd kick things off by creating a tag game of my own! (since the first one I made people really did seem to enjoy, and it warms my heart) and it's an easy way to ease myself back into the creative flow, so here goes!

rules: for every letter of the alphabet, compose a sentence/short paragraph beginning with that letter

A - "Anything you have to say for yourself? Or is nothing perhaps the better choice for you? How else could you justify the blood on your sleeves?"

B - "Broken. Not bruised, not damaged - You made me broken. That hardly seems fair."

C - "Can we do this?" "Can? We will. We have to. It must be done. Right or wrong, balance must be restored."

D - Dragging a corpse is difficult enough, but when you resemble a corpse yourself? There's some irony in there that even the Gods aren't smart enough to conjure.

E - Everything hurt, everything ached beyond relief, beyond the threshold of pain, until she felt nothing and everything, all at the same time.

F - Forget him? That was a plea she could never answer, could never give light to or thought or hope, to forget was to forgo herself, her feelings, her very being - He was as much a part of her as the air in her lungs - to lose him would be death.

G - "Go." Not a scream, not a growl, but a whisper - a calm command that sent the hairs raising along her skin. For once, she obeyed.

H - How did this happen? How did she forget herself so badly, so stupidly and allow her vulnerabilities to be exposed? Even worse, how could she let him be the one to do it? He knows, and knowing is death. This was the end, for her, she knew it.

I - "If you must be such a pain in the neck could you go about it quietly? One more squeak from the sole of your boot and I will rip those laces out and around your neck. I mean it." "Then give me a reason to stop pacing."

J - Just a kiss. Just. As though the fleeting encounter was nothing more than that, as though it hadn't taken every strength he had within him. To her, it was just a kiss. To him, it was ruin.

K - "Keep running. To stop now is death, is that what you want? Because I will not stop to carry your corpse, I will not stop to remember you. If you falter, you are gone. Do you hear me?"

L - Loathing burned her insides, it sent her skin crawling with heat and her muscles tensing with a carefully restrained scream. She loathed him. That was it. After all this time, she understood it. It was not love, it was loathing.

M - "Marry me." "The last time we tried that... Someone died." "Marry me." He said again, more firmly. "Marry me, or we both die."

N - "Never again." "Why? What was so wrong the first time?" "The dozens of times after that. It cannot happen." "A kiss never got anyone killed." "Then you do not know this Court, and you do not know me."

O - "Opinionated, are we?" "Is this because I told you to your face what a horrifically mannered man you are?" "No, this is because you tried to stab me with a fork." "I missed, didn't I?" "That's hardly the point."

P - Pressing her cheek to his shoulder, she let herself break, let the tears fall and the emotions flow. He said nothing, and neither did she, it was only them and the silence of the lake, and that was enough.

Q - "Question me again and we will see what happens when you try my patience." "Try? I've been getting under your skin for the better part of the day, why haven't you done anything about it?"

R - Rest was a foreign luxury, it had abandoned her body long ago, instead she lay suffocating in boredom and misery until she could bear it no longer, and found herself outside his door.

S - "Step away, out of this room and far from earshot - Do it now, before I see fit to carry you."

T - "Trust me." "Why-" She had no chance to complete her question, he threw her out of the window.

U - Under the stars, all seemed calm, a false calm, but a calm she had long since been craving nonetheless, until his voice, as gentle as the wind, startled her wishful reverie. "Leave if you must, but not without knowing that I love you."

V - Verily, she was done. Her soul was in ruins, her body in tatters, and her heart beat it's last drum.

W - "When you decide to have some compassion, let me know, until then I want nothing to do with you."

X - (if this one's impossible to do, no biggie, skip if necessary) - "Xanthetia is a flower full of poison that could damn well kill you, what are you doing lying in a bed of it?" "The scent is the only thing that helps me sleep."

Y - "You know what you did. As do I. And it's unforgivable." "I do not seek your forgiveness, but I will beg, every day if I must, for the honour of your company." "...We shall see."

Z - "Zealous, insufferable bastard - that's what you are!" "You've said worse, you can say better than that." His smug look riled her up even more. "You are incapable of being loved, you're not worthy of that, only loathing, you despicable, monstrous being!" "Loathe away by all means, I rather enjoy the flush it brings to your face."

i'll make this an open tag as well as include my tag list! (this one's a doozy, so bear with me)

@the-ellia-west @willtheweaver @tildeathiwillwrite @drchenquill @tiredpapergirl

@365runesofthesystem @coffin-hopping @godsmostfuckedupgoblin @a-mimsy-borogove @frostedlemonwriter

@i-do-anything-but-write @r-u-living @thatuselesshuman @lead-to-code @sunflowerrosy

@theaistired @phoenixradiant @autism-purgatory @corinneglass @patheticexcuseforawriter

@missmisanthrope @littlestchildofthemoon @morganxduinn @thebrownleathernotebook @rmhashauthor

@lamuradex @fantasy-things-and-such @glasshouses-and-stones @hattonthehatman @humbly-a-doppelganger

@hopewriteszstuff @ramwritblr @s-pendragon7 @thelastneuron @heartreactor

@ihauntmyhouse @shiningstars-world @scaewolf @just-emis-blog @joeys-piano

@ramitola @yrndrgn @riveriafalll @lawrencespen1777 @theverumproject

@zackprincebooks @justjariel @orion-lacroix @jupiter---daydreams @vinniehorrible

@stars-forever @thewritingautisticat @anaisbebe @whatwewrotepodcast @appleandsnow

@urnumber1star @chaotictravelerrants @andagii-projects @dragmewithyoutonirvana @a-bi-cat-with-books

@fearofahumanplanet @just-a-domesticated-cryptid @attemptingwriter @kitkins13 @ray-writes-n-shit

@theonewholivesinthemovies @rheas-chaos-motivation

[mrderofcr0ws]

how is it that ryan condall was so intent on making aegon a pathetic loser we aren’t supposed to like…and yet he’s the only one who had an amazing story arc in season two????

while daemon was tripping balls, rhaenyra was turning against her heir to place herself one step closer to the throne, corlys struggled to find someone to name his successor, rhaena almost died in the vale, otto rotted in a cell, alicent sold out her sons, aemond threatened to commit kinslaying x3 against his sister, criston dealt with imposter syndrome, jace grasping for any attempt to make himself seem legitimate, and baela being overlooked in so many ways— aegon was becoming a king.

how — genuinely how considering his character assassination in the first season — was aegon the ONLY ONE to come out of this sad excuse for a season better than before? he rose from the ashes (literally) despite the writers actively trying to dig him into his grave through what they’ve written for him.

we’re supposed to hate aegon but let’s make a check list of everything he did this season that makes him the most entertaining character this season and the one with the best arc.

☑︎he engages well with the smallfolk and knows their importance whilst others do not.

☑︎he lost his son horrifically.

☑︎he could see through the liars in his small council and knew that he was becoming a puppet king which resulted in otto’s firing. (good for him because otto is a manipulative mfker who never should’ve got a second chance with viserys)

☑︎he was eager to learn but everyone — even his own mother — shut him down time and time again. his hand and his brother plotted without him. his council sought not to involve him and he was smart to turn to larys despite his reservations.

☑︎he survived the attempt on his life at rooks rest despite the fire and the fall— the burns and broken bones.

☑︎he was smart to play dumb with aemond and say he remembered nothing. he learned finally that no one around him could be trusted fully and that he was an expendable tool for those around him and not a king in their eyes.

☑︎despite his pain and needing to be forced into it physically, he seeks help from larys and the grand maester even if he keeps them at an arms length trust-wise. this is where he builds his strength and we see that fire in him begin to shine once again.

☑︎he learns the importance of having a master of whispers and how valuable larys strong truly is with how much he knows and how much he can do. (hate to say it but it’s true) (aemond was a fool for not putting all his chips in for larys)

☑︎he does not wish to be seen as a coward when larys proposes fleeing from kings landing, but he knows he must leave to return. he knows he is not safe in the red keep— whether it’s rhaenyra coming for him or any of his family, he knows now that no one will look out for him. he decided to leave not because larys says to but because he knows that when he comes back for the throne— he’ll be taking it with fire and blood.

aegon targaryen they can’t make me hate you— especially when tgc is playing you

[konigsblog]

I love your non-con and dub-con stuff and I was wondering could you write some with m!reader or gn!reader if it's easier and Ghost?

tw/cw: non-con, dub-con, rape (male-reader)

dead dove: do not eat. (like seriously, scroll or block)🩸

simon riley has sick and twisted desires. he has gross fantasies about ruining his boy, treating him inhumane, like an experiment. he adores to punish; to be in charge and have authority over you. he doesn't like being told ‘no’, he believes everything he does is for a reason, that you should put your trust and faith into him and allow him to take control over your body — even if it's for his own pleasure.

seeing you broken down, crying and sobbing weakly whilst desperately tugging at the restraints on your wrists and ankles only made him even harder, even meaner. a low, hoarse and guttural chuckle leaves his swollen lips, slurping and lapping at your shaft as he tightens his grasp on the base of your dick. the overstimulation is overwhelming, sending you over the edge as you fight your way through a panic attack. you're shaking like a poor leaf in the wind, or a mouse caught by a cat. he sucks your lengthy, achingly hard cock, all whilst you're shaking and trembling the entire time he takes advantage of your body whilst you're bound with metal handcuffs.

you take a shaky, deep breath, your eyes fixated on the light above you, not daring to meet those cruel eyes that hide being the skull balaclava. the anonymity makes it all the more terrifying, horrific.

both his large, calloused hands pin down your hips as he sucks you off, making you moan uncomfortably. you don't want to admit it, admit how fucking good it feels — how the warm, wet sensation of simon's saliva makes you breathless with your orgasm rushing through you. you truthfully don't want it, but the more he continues, the more you feel yourself slipping into obedience.

and he doesn't stop ‘til you're bruised and cumming uncontrollably and erratically, crying loudly and shaking violently, shocked from the abuse inflicted onto your body by a man you thought you could trust, the heartbreak and immoral acts sending you into hysteria.

[tragedy-peanut-gallery]

Idk I’m just spinning Daenaera in my head and she’s kinda becoming a tragic figure in my mind. Like, imagine being born directly before a massive civil war that tears the whole kingdom apart, there’s violence happening directly outside the walls of your own home but you don’t know what’s happening because you’re just a toddler when unknown people come in and burn down two villages on your island. But it’s okay because you don’t know any better, you have two parents who love you! Only, your mother dies early in your life, so young you can’t even remember her face.

The war is supposedly over when you’re around five or six, but that doesn’t save your father, who goes out to sea and never returns. They say you’re an orphan now but you’re too young to understand what that means, you’re put in the custody of your two older cousins. They’re nice girls, you really like them and you trust them, so when they dress you up and bring you to a fancy ball where there’s so many other people, you get excited. Only you probably don’t get to talk to anyone, not even the girls your own age, as you’re brought up to this boy sitting on a massive chair of swords. He’s nice to you, and you can’t help but feel happy when they say you’re to be a queen.

You’re still six years old, and now you’re a wife. They married you off to this boy because they say he’s broken, and he needs someone happy who can “fix” him. Do you even feel the weight of the pressure being put on your small shoulders? You’re just a child, doing child things and that seems to make him smile? Are you even able to process that he’s your husband? You’re both children still, and yet your childhood was taken away before you can even realize it. But you make him smile sometimes, that’s all that matters…. Until one day, your older cousins return with another boy, one who looks so much like your husband friend, and he smiles so big in a way that you’ve never seen before. It’s his brother, who everyone thought died, and before you know it you’re tossed to the side.

You’re maybe seven or eight now, and you don’t know the changes going on in your kingdom. Your brother in law is young too, but he has a wife much older than him, and her family is doing some strange things in the city. Your husband (are you old enough to process that now?) fights with his brother a lot, and whenever he does he finally comes back around to you and his friend both. You’re happy because he’s paying attention to you, and people are happy because they keep saying how pretty and sweet and kind you are. They love you… But not everyone. You’re just a child, but one night during dinner you get horrifically sick. Someone poisoned you. You’re rushed to a maester who does everything he can to save your life, to the detriment of your husband’s friend, who’s dead. Do you realize that you could’ve been in his place?

You recover, but now all of a sudden there isn’t any food left, not that you feel as if you could trust eating for a bit. But still, you’re so hungry you cry yourself to sleep, you don’t know what’s happening, only that your husband and his brother kept the castle gates shut, all in order to protect this older woman who you don’t really know. There’s a trial that you don’t go to, but you learn of the aftermath. You learn that not everyone here loves you, and you don’t quite know why.

You’re between the ages of eight to eleven when your nephews and niece are born. Your brother in law is a father of three at age sixteen, and his wife leaves him. You notice how that changes him, but there’s nothing you can do to make him smile.

You first start bleeding you’re maybe twelve or thirteen, and the people who claim to love you so dearly now want your husband to sleep with you immediately. What is it you feel at this situation? Are you afraid?? The older you get, the less it seems you can make him smile, he shies away from even touching you, and the pressure placed on your shoulders starts to feel heavier. How long can you keep smiling? You’re still a child, but now they say you’re a woman grown- is this when you realize how long your childhood was stolen from you?

Your husband doesn’t consumate your marriage until years after you first started bleeding. You have your first child at sixteen, with no parental figure there to comfort you. You have another pregnancy almost every year and it’s terrifying- are you afraid of dying again? Will there be someone there to save you if something goes wrong??

After your fifth and final child, the history books pause their writing of you, but still the story goes on. In many people’s eyes, you failed your purpose. You were meant to fix your husband, to save this broken king from himself at the cost of your own childhood. It’s not his fault, maybe you know that- but don’t you feel a bit resentful still? You were just being yourself, and instead of helping everyone in your life put all the pressure on you. You smiled and laughed, you were kind even when you wanted to be angry or upset, you gave him so many children. It isn’t either of your fault- he was traumatized, and you were just a child, but does that break your heart any less?

You see your niece, married off at just sixteen. They say she’s a woman grown now, and she’s strong enough to not cry at the altar- but for a brief moment you see yourself reflected in her eyes, a small and terrified child. You can hold her, tell her that everything will be okay, but can you bring yourself to lie to her like that?

Any knowledge of your existence vanishes when your oldest son, eighteen but still a boy, dies in a land far away, fighting some pointless war he had no business waging. Are you still alive to grieve, to rage at his foolishness and weep for boy he had been? Are you still alive, when your younger son, sweet but unfit for that cursed throne, locks his sisters away and walks out into the desert alone?

Does anyone know what happened to Daenaera Velaryon, once she was no longer the queen?

Do you?

[lukecastellanshandholder]

Walk with me on this idea…

Now I’ve read my fair share of fanfics of Luke somehow surviving the war and most have him pretty well adjusted after all that happened. And that’s all fine and good!

… but what if he did live and he was so haunted by everything that happened to the point where he’s a haunted husk? What if he found out about all of the members of the Titan Army being killed by the gods, and what if May did die when Rachel obtained the power of the oracle?

He would feel so much guilt for all of the comrades that were killed. He feels that he was at fault for recruiting all of those demigods and marching them into war. He feels guilt for the friends at camp that ended up dying in the war. He feels so much guilt for listening to Kronos and trusting him. Luke feels so much shame for falling right into Kronos’s trap even though he was manipulated. He feels at fault for everything.

So imagine him finally hitting his breaking point and wanting to just let go. He feels no anger anymore, has no wishes of dethroning the gods anymore. He only wishes for the screams that ring in his ears to be silenced and for all of the horrific pictures showing every time he closes his eyes, to finally be blacked out.

He wants death even if he knows that his afterlife won’t be pretty.

So he ventures back to where everything truly started going down hill. He goes to the Garden of Hesperides. He manages to sneak past Ladon with surprising ease this time around. He plucks an apple from the tree and sneaks back to the edge of the garden and sets up a small fire. Once it’s lit, golden flames dancing in front of him and bathing his form in light, he sets his sword and other things down beside him.

He holds the apple in his shaky hands, watching the flames grow taller almost as if they were starving for the fruit that he held in his hands.

In the distance he hears a low growl then heavy footsteps approaching him. He smiles sadly, looking into his own broken eyes in the reflection of the apple. People always did say that he had his mother’s eyes.

When he heard the footsteps almost right behind him, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. With one movement of his hand he tossed the apple into the flames, the sweet smell permeating the area around him. The smell seemed almost familiar, he could’ve sworn it smelt like chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven.

There was a loud roar right behind him now, the ground shook underneath him and his teeth rattled in his skull.

A sad smile spread across his lips as with his last breath he uttered the words, “To Hermes.”

With a sudden swipe of Ladon’s claws, Luke couldn’t hear or see anything. The screams had stopped, the images had finally faded. The only thing he could sense was the warm feeling of being wrapped up in a blanket of comfort, the smell of cookies cooking in the oven and the sight of warm blue eyes watching over him as he descended into oblivion.

[sparklingelectricblue]

From the Ashes: Marvel Infinity #14

Continuing on from last week…

The comic starts with the following narration:

"Sometimes, you get a moment..."

We then see Max as a child with his father, Jakob.

The narration continues: "...when everything lines up... ...when anything is possible."

We now see Max facing a firing squad who has opened fire with Jakob's hand on his shoulder.

"When suddenly, you can make things happen."

We then see Max as child with bullets in midair.

"But other times.. Perhaps most of the time...

...you can't."

We then see blood and broken glass on the snow. We're back from where issue #13 left off and Max is waking up after being hit by a car.

Someone is calling to him off panel, "Mr. Eisenhardt..." Turns out, he's being roused by Rabbi Sagan and a bystander.

According to Google Translate, Max is saying "I... yes, Dad takes us across the Vistula. There's a famer in Radom who will hide us."

Cut off in the picture is the wreckage of the car in flames.

What might not be clear in the art is that Max is dragging his lower body to get to the car.

Narration continues: "A few months ago, Magneto could have made something happen."

"A few months ago, he could have dismantled the ruined car and spirited the child away to safety with a thought."

We now see a horrific scene of Anna in the fiery car screaming, "Somebody help us! Poppa won't wake up!"

Narration: "But now he is helpless"

Max is reaching into the car to get to her with the Rabbi reaching out behind him but Max is immediately burned.

Narration: "As helpless as he was when the jaws of the twentieth century closed on his people."

"Now, as then, he is condemned to simply bear witness."

Anna is grasping at her seatbelt, "I'm... I'm stuck!"

Max, face illuminated by the fire, is calling out to her "Then... then you must cut yourself loose! Is there anything to hand, a... a tool... something sharp?! Anything!"

Anna cuts through the seatbelt and begins clinging to her dad in the driver's seat, "I'm free! We can go now, Daddy!"

Max shouts back, "No! You have to leave him! He would want you to."

"Look! There are people here to help your father, but you have to climb!"

Anna is hesitant, "I... I..."

"DO IT!" Max shouts.

Anna starts climbing over her father as the firefighters are getting into position to hose off the car, "Daddy, I'm sorry! It's... it's too hot!"

"I've got you." - Max

Max is being attended to by a medical professional. They're wrapping up his burnt arm. Someone off panel says, "It smells like reindeer sausage in here."

Rabbi Sagan confirms that Anna is safe and well. "The father too. Concussion. Smoke inhalation, but he'll be fine."

Rabbi Sagan sits with Max. "... Did I tell you how my grandmother Coralie came to live here in Alaska?"

Max: "I can guess..."

Rabbi Sagan: "When she was just three years old, she was a detainee at Furs internment camp in France."

(as Rabbi Sagan speaks, we see scenes of grandmother Coralie's life illustrated)

"And she would have surely died there had Andree Salomon not rescued her and put her on a train bound for Lisbon, where the S.S. Mouzinho was waiting to take her to America.

She arrived in New York on June 21st, 1941, where she was placed with a foster family who moved to Anchorage soon afterwards.

On Purim, she'd always get maudlin drunk and tell us about her mother -- her desperate, hopeful smile as she entrusted her only daughter to a stranger and the sea.

She knew she wouldn't live to see her daughter thrive across the ocean.

She sent her anyway."

"With the coming of Moshiach and the resurrection of the righteous" the Rabbi responds. "But I think you already had one of those covered."

Back to X-Men HQ, AKA "The Factory." Later.

"Summers and the others are heading out on another mission. You should get some rest." Max says to Hank.

Hank: "Max... Respectfully.... ...You won't."

Max: "Henry, trust me..."

The end? Infinity comics will be focusing on the Alaska team for the next 2 issues so maybe we'll see more on this.

[whxtedreams]

Oath Broken and Soul Bound Masterlist

A WItch Hunter!Din Djarin x OFC!Witch Series

Tales of witch meetings, gruesome and horrific, were used to fan the flames of fear and ensure the harsh punishment and persecution of those accused of witchcraft. The subsequent actions born out of the fear and hatred for witches were far worse than the stories that inspired them. The persecution and killings of those accused of witchcraft were not just ruthless, but often downright brutal.

**Blurb is subject to change until i begin writing**

Astaria Lowell had sworn to never take a life. So when Astaria is staring down at the Kingdom’s deadliest Witch Hunter that she had nearly killed, she must do what she can to save him. Which involved bringing the Hunter into her coven… full of Witches. As his health returned, Astaria realised three things. Din Djarin had not killed her. He was now wanted by the Lords for breaking his oath and she was to be tried as a Witch. They were both set to burn for their crimes. They needed to escape the Lords, but they couldn’t do it alone.

A Witch with forbidden magic. A Witch Hunter turned oath breaker.  A pathological liar nobody trusts. A Dragon Rider without his Dragons. A grieving father with a trigger happy finger.

Five unlikely… friends, all needing a way out of the Kingdom for their own selfish reasons.

One impossible task they might be able to complete if they don’t get each other killed in the process. Or rather, kill each other.

Main Current Tags

WItch Hunter!Din Djarin, OFC!Witch, witch hunts, violence, author has researched but is still learning, forbidden love, Third person POV, fantasy AU, world building, pirate!Ezra, Dragon Rider!Frankie, Joel Miller just wants to be left alone,

Chapter List

word count // 1.8k

Part 1

1. The Hunter // 1.8k

Part 2:

Part 3:

Part 4:

Part 5

Part 6

the one shot that inspired this - The Hunter and His Witch

Other

Character Study

Notes

I am currently in a writers course and this is the story I'm writing for it. I am learning more as I write and may come back and edit things from time to time. The cover is hand drawn, don’t look at me - I tried. I was very hesitant to write an OC! instead of reader insert since I’ve seen a lot of people say they tend not to read them, but you will love Astaria I swear. She’s pretty cool. NOT doing a tag list for this series. If you want updates, you can subscribe to my AO3 and you will get emails when I upload.

[twothpaste]

thinkin bout kumatora & postgame claus

How surreal it must be - after fighting for their lives against the Masked Man multiple times - for Claus to suddenly be airdropped into Kumatora's periphery. How she knew, quite possibly from the first time she laid eyes on him, who he really was. But she refused to intervene, couldn't bring herself to tell Lucas, bitterly resigned herself to writing him off as a lost cause. Now, against all odds or reason, he's still here. And he's literally just a scared broken kid.

The fact he looks just like Lucas is probably beyond gutwrenching. Kuma traveled their whole tiny fuckin' world with Lucas at her side, put all her trust in him, welcomed him into her life as her dearest friend. She came to admire his bravery. She saw his innocence pitted against everyone else's cruelty, and swore to protect him. And now there's this kid - who shares his face - who got kidnapped and chopped up and stitched back together with incorrect metal parts. Got fucking lobotomized, totally mind wiped - everything Kuma finds wholesome and earnest and lovable about Lucas was ripped away from Claus. One of his eyes is sick with exhaustion, the other's some intrusive mechanical mockery they stuffed into his mess of scars. Even just glancing at him probably invokes horrific hypotheticals and gruesome imagery in Kumatora's head, what if they'd done that to Lucas, if they'd done that to Lucas she'd burn down the whole fucking planet Earth!! And why shouldn't she, when they did it to his identical twin brother?! And Claus flinches at the way she looks at him, senses her telepathic fury - probably thinks she's vying for vengeance against him, for what he did to her friends and her family - and he wouldn't blame her! And Kumatora's gotta stand up and leave the room, before her tears start boiling over.

How Claus tries his darndest to rekindle his old self, tryin to cast necromancy on his goofy childhood sense of humor, the boisterous little schmuck he used to be. He musters toothy grins, he attempts reckless stunts, he pokes fun at his brother. And sure, Kuma's heard plenty of stories from Lucas about that funny ol' farm boy. She's sharp as a knife though. She can tell Claus is forcing it. But somehow the effort is all the more tragic, even endearing, maybe even relatable. Hasn't she been putting up a tough front all this time, too? While she too oughtta be grieving her family? Claus cracks some corny-ass joke, and she catches the dry strain in his awkward tweenage voice. But she laughs with him anyways. And reaches over to ruffle his stupid orange hair.

He has trouble sleeping, often plagued by night terrors, and insomnia, and all the strange aches in his mangled and mutilated body. Kuma has trouble sleeping, too. It's hard to shut her brain up at night, now that her whole universe has been twisted inside out and turned on its head. While Lucas snoozes like a pile of rocks, she stays up to accompany his brother. They try to talk about everything besides the shit that's happened to them. If not just for their own sakes, for each others'. She'd like to take his mind off it, if she can. When he tells another dumb joke, this time about how badly Duster's socks reek, she blinks. Recognizing he's tryin' to do the same for her. His strains and migraines sometimes steal away his humor, his sleep, and even his breath. Kuma's got PSI Lifeup. Not as potent as Lucas'. But she'll offer what she can. Mixolydia taught her to knead tension from temples, and how to give a halfway decent shoulder massage. She's mortified to discover his muscles are just as tense as the steel on the other side. She tries to laugh that off, too. And hold back another round of broiling tears, when he musters a weak chuckle in reply.

Claus should've known the "tough older brother" schtick wasn't built to last. They're twins, for christ's sake. A difference of fourteen minutes doesn't make him any more reliable, doesn't make him a better protector, doesn't charge him with any more responsibility than Lucas. Still, the cutesy mythos their family and neighbors'd built around the two of them stays lodged in his chest. Alongside the bygone image of his wimpy younger twin, cryin' his guts out over a scraped knee. Claus' failure feels immense, unconscionable, treachery of the highest degree. Somehow, though? Havin' a big sister almost seems to balance the scales. Puts it all into clearer perspective. He used to wear 'eldest sibling' as a badge of honor. These days, he's relieved to find the burden's not quite all his. Kuma guides both twins to trespass with her on a high rooftop. And catches Lucas by the collar, when a clumsy overstep nearly has him slippin' off the edge.

She confesses her darkest secret, on one of those sleepless nights. Tells him she knew from the start, that Lucas had a twin. Put the pieces together the minute she saw him, leering down from that airship, his helmet gleaming in the sun. And her molten tears finally get the better of her - "damn it" - when she reckons she might couldda saved him, freed him that much sooner, kept him from havin' to fight his brother - if only she'd been brave enough to say so. Probably not, really. But maybe. Kumatora may expect somethin' akin to vengeance, in the way he looks at her. She wouldn't blame him. He shakes his head, though. Says he's sorry, too - for what he did to her family. That maybe each n' every one of 'em would still be here, if not for him. Probably not. But maybe. When she lost Ionia, Kumatora'd been convinced there was no one left in this world who would love her. She's starting to realize these days that she was gravely mistaken. She's not only loved, but needed. It's a warm, curious, brand new feeling in her chest. Deep in Claus' guts, twisted as it all seems, some part of him is just glad someone recognized the kid in the mask.

They hug it out. And maybe wrestle a little, before falling asleep at dawn.

[fancyfeathers]

Dr. Darling Anon here!

okay, so what if hypothetically, before she grew close with William, Milverton was the closest to getting her hands in marriage? He wasn’t working with her uncle, he has nothing to blackmail her with and he’s been seen with her in public multiple times, but before he could start the official courting process, she met William? Oh he’d be mad. And it took so long because she noticed Milverton’s off putting aura and just kept trying to keep him arms length.

and another scenario, Dr. Darling has a good immune system and is very careful about injuries, so when William sees she has a huge jagged scar on her back (from the middle up to the shoulder) and assumes milverton has a hand in it because he hasn’t received any notice of her being injured but she reveals she shielded a child from a drunk man with a broken bottle while studying in America and the doctors there were so horrible she fears becoming one of them and fears them in general because they were slime balls

idk if that made sense I’m tired from the week of university lol.

I was fed yet again with this, I really need to make a masterlist for this now because I love this concept so much.

Okay by default I think Milverton would be a yandere, like that man is to crazy canonically not to be. So when her father died and she inherited everything and returned to England from America it is only natural that the newspapers report on such a thing, a beautiful, intelligent, rich, and titled young lady, and he is immediately intrigued the moment the words reach his ears.

When he meets her, Milverton immediately sets his mind into making her his wife. His first approach into doing this would obviously be blackmail but when she literally has nothing on her, nothing, perfect record, nothing that she would be ashamed of or that could ruin her. So he would have to resort to actual courting, but that takes time and building trust and no one trusts Milverton’s, he is known as the King of Blackmail for a reason. So it would take months for him to get her to trust him, and it would no doubt slow his business, having to hold back on utilizing extortion so nothing current could be linked to him. He puts on an act of kindness, helping her get away from suitors that are working with her extended family at parties, printing positive news about her company in the papers, and while he won’t directly blackmail anyone he will indirectly threaten, after all he still has a reputation, subtle dropping a mention of a secret gambling addiction one of her suitors has in conversation with said suitor, or asking about another’s company that had recently fallen into bankruptcy and has not yet been released to the public, he scares most of them away…

Keyword; most…

It’s when she actually lets her guard down around him, laughing and smiling when talking to him, that he knows he can acs begin to court her now that he’s proved he’s on her side. But a reputation is still a reputation, so it is only natural that it takes practically nothing for a talented mathematics professor to suggest a marriage proposal to seemingly only benefit her out of the kindness of his heart. Milverton is absolutely fuming when the engagement of William James Moriarty is announced to the woman that should be his. His staff, even Ruskin, does not even approach him the day the announcement is made because Milverton will lash out at anyone of anything. Then it is only after he is recovered from all the stages of grief he went through does he act upon the final one; revenge. Everything he has worked for in courting her goes out the window and he will do anything to anyone to find what he needs to bring William James Moriarty to his knees.

Meanwhile William marries his darling and before she even notices his yandere tendencies, there is the wedding night. He sees her hesitation and immediately knows why when he see horrific marks on her back. Now William is not the type to jump to conclusions but he knows Milverton’s reputation and thinks he was the one to do this at first before his mind calms, though Milverton would never have to hurt his darling to get what he wants from them, and immediately demands who did this. When his darling makes him calm down he finally gets to process how old the scar is, at least five years old, there would be no way for the news tycoon to do such a thing. When his darling explains it all adds up, truly she never had changed since they were children (though William would have been er told her it was him at the orphanage until she finds out he is the Lord of Crime since that could expose him). It honestly reminds him why he adores her so, she is far too pure for this horrible and disgusting world, she should not have to be stained with the horrors of it.

He has to protect her.

Then of course as time goes on, his darling finds out about William’s identity and her world becomes far more limited as she becomes for more isolated from the outside world and of course Milverton would notice he absence from the business world and the high society of England. Then when Milverton finally spots William during the Jack the Ripper incident as the Lord of Crime it all makes sense and he finally has exactly what he needs to trace William back to that orphan boy and his little brother who would get help from a little aristocrat girl would would one day take over England’s biggest medical company…

It would practically take nothing for him to sweep in and marry her after exposing the Lord of Crime and free her from her isolation inflicted upon her by him. After all it would be the least she could do after he saves her.