#of her going feral

[reallytiredartstudent]

Only the powerful can grant mercy

Fuyumi being an vigilante/villain. 2k, Rated T, canon-typical violance, on ao3

Fuyumi was six the first time she stood inside the Dojo and felt for the first time the pain of getting punched in the face. It wasn’t even a punch; it had just been the backhand of her father. Her father with hands as big as her face.

Now when she felt the familiar feeling of pain blooming, she didn’t flinch anymore, she didn’t cry and she didn’t beg for mercy that would never come.

Instead she smiled. Laughed.

“Really?” She mocked her opponent, let him know how little she cared about his attacks.

“You are getting boring.”

She unleashed her ice.

She wasn’t like her little brother. She couldn’t create mountains out of nothings, couldn’t create a new ice time like it was nothing.

She could do something else.

“What – what are you doiaaaaaaargh –“

His desperate struggles got silent as her ice did the work. Fuyumi didn’t envy her little brother.

Because she could do so much worse than he could.

“I froze the blood in your veins,” she explained to the dead man standing still in front of her, with a glassy look on his face. He didn’t even look that dead yet. He even managed to still stand.

“Did no one advise you not to touch me?”

She was famous for that, for her deadly touch. A second of contact was all she needed to end even the most dangerous people. Nobody was immune to getting their brain frozen, no matter their size, ability or quirk. It assured that she always had enough space around her, no matter where she went.

“The Ice Queen,” whispered someone behind the moron she had just sent into an early grave. She turned to him.

“Thank you for introducing me. That’s indeed the name I go by these days.”

The name hadn’t been her choice. She never had even wanted a name. But nowadays it was a well-established name, enough to discourage lots of people to even pick a fight. Sadly.

She wasn’t really picky with who it was. Villains, criminals, heroes – at the end of the day there were all the same. Just a way to vent her frustration. Just people thinking they could take her. Foolish.

The people in front of her took a fearful step back. Who even were they? She didn’t really care. They had attacked her. She didn’t need to know more.

“We’re sorry, we didn’t recognize you.” One of the guys tried to hold up his hands in a placating manner. Fuyumi laughed.

“Did you ignore the blue mask on my face or did you just not care? Thought I was an easy target? Thought you could buy yourself some fame? What excuse do I get to hear this time? Don’t worry, I heard them all.”

She was after all a young woman walking around the worsts part of the city alone. She stopped counting how many times that alone had been enough for people to attack here. She also had stopped counting how many people had died at her hands. Some sure had been heroes as well.

She didn’t care.

“Really? You walk around here and nobody has warned you yet? Tsk tsk, you have to be new.”

She would let them go if they stopped attacking here now, she decided. It was getting late and she had to teach a class tomorrow. And her father certainly wanted to have breakfast ready in a few hours.

The thought soured her mood. Maybe she should kill them after all. That would make her feel better. To see them scramble away from her in fear, see the panic as they couldn’t stop their bodies from giving out of them.

The cold was an enemy to everyone but it was her closest ally. Her companion in the night. She hadn’t felt warmth in years. She didn’t even feel the burn of her father’s flames.

And how ironic that was – immune to the flames but hurt by her ice.

“We – we’re going now. He didn’t deserve it better for not recognizing you and we beg for your forgiveness.”

He was begging now. How cute. Fuyumi thought she could grant it to him. It was fun to give people forgiveness when they begged for it. Because she had cried and pleaded and never received it. Her brother had cried and pleaded and hadn’t received it. Granting mercy felt good.

Because if she was the one granting mercy, then it meant she was the one with the power. Powerless people couldn’t grant mercy. They could only hope for it.

Full one shot

[christadeguchi]

"we know how to move our bodies, but i didn't know how to manage my heart, so you need help for this"

hi we need to talk more about judo gold medallist christa deguchi.

[amelia-yap]

internal screeching

[luthqrs]

EMILY PRENTISS in THE RED TANK in CRIMINAL MINDS 3x03 | 'Scared to Death'

[yubriamakesart]

so i was discussing Aerith last night

[pinacoladamatata]

blink and you'll miss it moments around skyhold....

[general-thinks]

Obsessed with Cockatrice/Basilisk!Marcille

[elysiumwhispers]

liking a girl will make you go feral and want to die btw

[r3starttt]

messy make out session with abby? yeah, need it

You're sitting on her lap, your legs on the sides of her waist, trying their best to support your every move on top of her, desperately rubbing your cunt on her lap every chance you got.

Her hands all over your body. On top of your ass, guiding it. Running painfully slowly from your lower back all the way up to the back or your neck, caressing the sides of your cheeks as your lips move gracefully against hers in a very sloppy kiss.

You keep your hands on her upper body, not moving any lower knowing not you or her would be able to stop it there, and what's the fun in that?

Making circles around her chest, up and down, side to side. Putting your weight on her by holding her shoulders or the sides of her arms whenever she helps you ride her. Or on her neck whenever she deepens the kiss.

This being pure torture for both, but it feels so good. Somehow even better than being skin to skin, it feels just right to say the least.

Hums, silent moans and whimpers coming out of her mouth in between every kiss, and prasings that are barely coherent, pure mumbles.

"Doing so good f' me baby" "Mhm yeah, just like that, keep going" "nuh uh, don't stop"

[c-tepx]

spoilers!!

you know

the way laios likes to mess with falin's hair

when they were kids and even after they grew up

as a sign of affection

and how even when he kills falin, he gently pats her head

and how he touches falin's hair after killing her. not allowing himself to stop

[diamondsunbursts-and-marblehalls]

no thoughts, just percy's face when he realizes that no sacrifice he could make can protect annabeth from herself

[thenegoteator]

—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

-- 'One Art' by Elizabeth Bishop

you ever think about how after everything Ahsoka told Vader "I'm not leaving you" and it wasn't enough

[geebeann]

I don't think I can fix her, but maybe if we fucked a few times it might help calm her down

[slymanner]

God dude these two scenes and how roxie moves hurt my heart so so bad 🥹

it's like a mix of anger, feral, emotional breakdown, and complete sadness that just fucks me up soooo fucking bad.

it's like she's a pet who got abandoned by their owner but they see them again after years of sadness and depression of them being gone and leaving them like that and all that anger and sadness just manifest's into one bundle of emotion's towards them they cannot control.

roxie baby ur gonna be okay u deserve better :[

[popfizzles]

Eeon is awesome and 2018 tumblr did you wrong. we're ready for her now

thank you 🥺 im glad today tumblr loves her

[ben-crytalker]

listen. listen. l i s t e n. listen. listennnn when penelope asks colin to let her help with his cut, and he only gives in when she says please, and he could merely extend his hand but instead places it directly into hers?? and while she bandages him he jumps between studying her face and their touch? she lingers for a fraction of a second but he curls her fingers into his before she can pull back??? they look up at each other and his other hand instinctively reaches for her too but can only just land on nervously playing with the fabric, not quite letting go???? and they're still holding hands until she mentions his writing??!! he's so caught up in her approval it takes him a second to remember how it came about?! what causes him to break away isn't embarrassment over feelings for her. she just unintentionally reminded him that the safety of his fake persona, the armor as violet later calls it, had been stripped away when she read his journal. he distances himself because in that moment he was still convinced the 'new him' was how he needed to be in order to somehow achieve some sense of purpose or belonging, and pen was drawing him back toward his old self, the true self he was desperately trying to cover up. and even despite this he can't help himself but make sure he'll still see her again??? the symbolism of the glass breaking around the candle? him trying to grab the pieces of the casing to build it back up, and being cut by it? penelope being the one to mend the wound it causes??? HELP ME I AM SUFFOCATING HE FELT TOO VULNERABLE AND EXPOSED AND LATER THE FLAME GOES OUT WITH THAT DUMB GLASS BACK AROUND IT LIKE HIS SPIRIT WITHERING IN THE RUSTED ARMOR HOW COULD ANYONE WATCH THIS SEASON AND DO ANYTHING BUT REVEL IN IT ALL