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[nana-nia]

I MADE A DISCORD SERVER!!!

Are you 13-18 ? Are you upset because there are just scraps of sapphic content in literally any fandom? Then join us! Our server focuses on WLW!

Please join if you have no friends and especially if you are in any of the following fandoms:

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[erinwantstowrite]

while im here im going to try and convince you guys to write more "Tim Drake joining the Batfam late" aus because it's underrepresented

like, i love the fics where he joins early. that's cute! but a fic where he joins late for whatever reason??? i eat it up like a cat starved for attention. i want Tim Drake being the "perfect" heir to Drake Industries and being known as the polite, well adjusted young man that everyone knows. and then turn around and find out that Tim has not only been stalking the Bats under their radar since he was, what, 9 years old? but on top of that, he's started solving cases that they can't get to. Tim who stalked so hard he learned where they learned their martial arts and went "backpacking across europe" only to have actually been learning from Shiva. Tim who has become an urban legend to the Batfam because they can't tell if this vigilante exists or not, since they never catch him, they don't have footage on him, etc. Or if they DO know him, they don't even think to put Tim Drake in the suspect pool because Tim Drake whined for an hour when he broke a nail at a charity event once. the kid is smart, sure, but he's not going out at night fighting crime and solving cases that Batman didn't know about yet.

even better if Tim named his vigilante persona an adjacent name to the Robin mantle. him knowing he can't BE Robin (perhaps Jason hadn't died in this au) but he could be a hero that helps them from the shadows

and obviously he makes a mistake of some kind... maybe he saves someone at an event as Tim Drake and Bruce sees how little hesitation he had. or maybe he gets injured and can't get up himself, and that's when a Bat or a Robin or someone finds this vigilante they almost thought was a myth: bloody, broken, and needing help. pick him up and take him home and then there are endless possibilities to what happens next but the ending BETTER be Tim finding his home with his people

[trulyumai]

Blinded by the Flame

Pairing: Messmer the Impaler x Reader

Warnings: Blood, Death.

Synopsis: Left bloodied and blinded, Messmer searched. Not for revenge, but for his wife.

A/N: So, this fucking sunflower boss is kicking my ass. Im cooked.

Enjoy the story!

“Ah! Mother, please!” In the middle of the room, sat the legend of the flames. 

He balled up in agony, his fingers covered his face— his eyes entirely. 

Blood seeped between the crevices of his digits, his eyes burned with an itch, a feeling he wanted to tear out.

“For how could I— your spawn, be subjected to such a monstrosity of an ending?” The man cried out, his deep wails echoed throughout the chambers around his being. 

Messmer mumbled incessantly, begging and twitching as his vision blackened. 

He had to gain control— before the chaotic numb feeling goes too far, before his mind slips away completely. 

Think of the throne 

Think of the order 

Think of… 

“Wife,” 

He called out, saliva dripped down in a reddened  pace between his lips. 

Messmer reached out to nothing, to the blackness that surrounded him. 

“Wife!” He wailed

“Don’t— don’t leave me alone!” 

The lanky man keeled over, his hands beat against the wooden floor with fury. 

“A-Answer me! Your husband— your Lord demands it!” 

With a slurred speech, he crawled, began to move toward where he thought the door might be. 

His hand met with a stone wall, it stood firm against his blood covered palms. 

He couldn’t think- couldn’t remember the size of the room, the chamber at all for that matter. 

The  pain was piercing his mind, it left fire in its wake. 

“Augh—“ 

The knight continued his mission, persisted onto finding the exit, the way to his home- his love. 

Knees now scratched and molded over with scabs, he stopped his movement, as something cold came into contact with his dirtied palm.

Shakily a pale arm reached down once more and with his posture bent, he leered over the object. 

It was fleshy, wet with a warming substance and–

“No,” 

Firm hands acted, looked for proof that could refuse the perverse thoughts invading his mind. 

“No, no, no!” 

Shaky fingers guided their way to a hand, it was soft, so small that he could cover it whole with his own. 

He came into contact with a cold metal, a band that had been wrapped around the person's finger. 

His darling wife’s finger. 

“—Ah! No, this— this is a warning- a vision, it's a farce!” 

Not bothering to stop the blood from pouring down his chin, it fell atop of the bloodied woman. 

Her eyes remained closed, the middle of her person laid into a deep maroon color. 

As best as the weakened knight could, the woman was pulled towards him. She rested upon his lap like a deity. 

Her head was angled towards him, it sagged into the man’s chest instantly. 

He smelled the apples— the Elder flowers that clung onto her stilled skin.

There was no denying, it was his love that lay crumpled in his arms like a wilted lily. 

Only his cries were heard through the chamber, bouncing off the walls with ease as his wails got louder and louder. 

The cries were wet, uneven hiccups accompanied the tears. 

As if nature mourned her loss; thunder boomed, rain seeped down to drench the land and the wind howled beneath the winking stars. 

The man’s shoulders shook, he howled— it was too much, too far beneath the golden rays he was promised. 

Burying his head into her neck the man refused to move. 

His kin could walk through the gates now— with a cure for his blindness yet he would say put. 

For his protective reign is over. 

Now that his purpose lay still and quiet. 

His grip tightened, wide knuckles turned white with pressure. 

“Thy will bury it all in flame,” 

His voice but a whisper among the pelting rain. 

“I will offer it all; and join thee with the heads of the filthy accusers, who dare put thy to rest.” 

Biting down on his cheeks, more crimson seeped down with unwanted reign. 

“Rest, my wife,” his forehead met with hers, the surface sticky and wet. 

“My love will hold me here—“

“—nnnghh,” 

Thin red brows raised, with his mouth agape he let out a noise like no other. 

“Darling, love, please!” He didn’t know what he was begging for, but it came out in unseen repetition

Her mind was foggy, vision even more so as her arm raised above her being. 

It felt as if daggers pierced through her chest, and needles laid about her arms like unseen birthmarks. 

“–mer, Messm—“ 

“I’m here! Gods, I’m— lovely, hear thy cries, please!” 

The voice sounded like it was under rubble, or even perhaps miles of sand and dirt. 

She felt the light touches, how they guided their way on her cheeks, her jaw. 

It was a loving, soft touch made by roughened hands. 

Familiar hands. 

Tears struck her bloodied cheeks, a sloppy smile graced her expression. 

He hadn’t left her afterall— after the fall, the oncoming of soldiers, he was here, by her side. 

Grunting out a low groan, words fled her cut lips in a rush. 

The woman’s words slurred together, and the man tried to make sense of them.

“Slow down, my wife, slow—“

“Es, mess, yo— your eyes!”

On queue, the blackened holes throbbed. Dark pits of ash wobbled down the crevices and met the material of his armor. 

“Shhh, Darling, it will be alright, it will be alright.” 

Her lips shook with a new level of fear, of total shock. 

“I will take care of it— mother will help. I— it will be alright.” 

“She is the cause of such damnation, how will she help?” Taking her hand in his larger one, Messmer placed kisses upon each finger.

The woman gaped up at him. 

“Why are you so calm, aren’t you angry— hurt?”  

“I… was,” He replied. Still distracted by the kisses he laid upon her skin. 

“But thy are here to calm such a flame, hm?” 

The red knight pushed his woman closer, till the cheek of her face mushed against his dirtied armor.

“Let us get fixed, then such a discussion can be demanded.” 

Ignoring the woman's constant worried touches, a smile adorned his face. 

He wasn't alone, his wife lay huddled between his arms. The unspoken horror lay hushed beneath his heel, stomped and winded. 

Although he was blinded, left to die on his own, he could continue his push to the capital.

For the prophecy has already been foretold. 

The kingdom will be left in ash; with only his wife and him to huddle in the flames of ambition. 

[pugh-bug]

Flashing Lights Part 2

Part 1

This is part 2 of 2 but I might be starting an Art x reader slow burn friends to lovers series soon. Challengers (specifically Art) is all I wanna write for atm so expect more fics! I hope you enjoy this one, please leave me feedback it always means so much to hear any.

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Art’s gaze drifted to your joined hands and felt his confidence increase as he noticed the need in your eyes. Without saying a word, he brushed your hair behind your ear to gain access to your neck. You caught him inhaling your scent for a moment before the touch of his lips to your pulse halted anymore thoughts. You couldn’t help but hum appreciatively at his touch. Finally thee Art Donaldson was touching you and your heart beat was all the louder for it.

When his teeth reached your earlobe you closed your eyes, fully succumbing to the pleasure Art was giving you. His hair, so close to your nose, smelt faintly of strawberries and cigarettes. You didn’t mind in the slightest, in fact, as his lips edged closer to yours you caught yourself thinking: if this man wants to blow smoke into my mouth I’ll thank him.

‘Can I kiss you?’

You opened your eyes to see Art’s nose less than an inch from yours. He almost looked desperate for a moment, as the question hung in the air demanding a response. No man had ever asked you that before, except your first kiss a long time ago. It was such an innocent question from such a not innocent man. Your stomach fluttered as you made eye contact with Art’s hopeful face.

‘Please.’

Art barely gave you a moment to finish the last syllable, his soft lips were on yours in a second and his fingers to your jaw followed. He cradled your face in his hands as yours reached his soft curls, feeling the urge to pull.

The remaining pain in your foot became more and more distant as Art moved his body closer to yours. Whilst he was kissing you with forceful lust, his hands were delicately tracing your body. You melted into his touch, begging him in your head not to stop. Do not stop. Please don’t stop. He didn’t. His left hand couldn’t settle, whilst his right remained on your waist the left explored you as if looking for something. For a moment you wondered if he was waiting for consent so you broke the kiss to whisper ‘Art, you can touch me anywhere.’

His face, still close to your own, broke into a smirk as his hand reached under your dress. He teased you for a moment, his fingers just edging on slipping under your pants but not quite. You tried to hide the desperate need building in you but as Art’s eyes shone with glee you knew he was well aware of his hold on you.

‘Here?’

He slid his first finger inside your heat, the wetness making it easy for the both of you. Instinctively you moved your hips, not thinking straight. As his fingers explored you, Art kissed up your neck and bit down slowly. You sighed, it sounded heavenly to Art’s ears. He felt his dick straining in his pants and wondered how patient he could be if you kept making such pretty noises.

Once he’d inserted a second finger you began to rock your hips into his hand, begging him to give you more but too shy to say so. It didn’t take you long to lose your balance, causing Art to wrap his free arm reassuringly around your waist.

‘You can relax, I’ve got you.’

He was right. You could relax. You could arch your back into his touch without fear of falling backwards. It wouldn’t be the embarrassment that would bother you, just the loss of his skilful fingers inside where you needed him most. It had been so long since someone had touched you like this, you weren’t sure you could handle him stopping. Not for any reason.

When he finally added a third finger, your moan was pornographic. Art was almost surprised if not slightly impressed with himself for making such a girl feel this way. He watched you close your eyes, staring at the line of your neck and the way your hair fell as his fingers continued their torment. The man fell into a sort of trance, as if he could feel everything you were feeling just as intensely. Distracted, horny and in awe Art realised he wanted nothing more than to rip off your clothes and make you cum around him.

Just as you began to ride his fingers properly, Art removed his hand. You let out a slight groan at the sudden loss, opening your eyes to show your disapproval but Art’s focus was elsewhere. His hands were making work of removing your dress and your bra as quickly as possible. Wanting to help him, you unfastened your bra letting it fall off the edge of the bed.

Within seconds you were underneath Art and the only things between you were his trousers and your panties. Normally to be the only one so exposed would have had your brain swarming with negative thoughts but Art’s calloused yet gentle hands trace your curves was too good of a distraction.

Your body moved in tune with his hands movements and although you could have let him feel every inch of you for hours he was wearing far too many clothes. You needed him inside you, you needed to see all of him. Feel all of him.

‘Art…’

You didn’t need to ask, just your hands clawing at his shirt and fiddling with his belt was enough of a message. Squeezing your thighs together, still missing Art’s fingers, you helped him out of his pants. It pained Art to take his shirt off and miss looking at your eager face for even half a second. He was sure, as he watched you take his length in your hand, that he’d never been so hard for someone before.

You didn’t need to pump him for long before your hand felt the wetness of his pre cum reach your fingers. Just watching him had your thighs wet with your slick - the way his long eyelashes fluttered as he arched into your touch. The slight whimper he let out when you gently rubbed your thumb over his tip. Fuck. You’d never felt so turned on by pleasuring a man before in your life. You wanted to make him cum until he saw stars and forgot what even tennis was.

Art, becoming lost in bliss from your touch, still managed to flutter his eyes open and grab your hand.

“Wait…’

He warned quietly, watching you remove your hand from his desperate cock. There was an obvious, growing lust in his gaze. No one had ever looked at you with such intense need before, it was enough to instil a throbbing between your thighs.

Lying on top of you, Art slowly teased your folds with the head of his cock but he couldn’t wait any longer.

“Jesus…”

In perfect unison the two of you moaned at the feeling of his deliciously slow slide inside you. He bottomed out, giving you the moment to adjust that you needed and kissed up your chest to distract himself from the urge to fuck you as hard as he could.

“Art…please.”

He was too desperate to even grin at your begging and far too ready to tease either of you. So, more than happy to oblige, Art began fucking you as slowly as he could force himself to. It didn’t take long for either of you to moan into each others moans in-between sloppy kisses as he picked up the pace.

The sound of your wetness engulfing his length again and again and his whiney, breathy moans was turning you almost feral.

“You feel so fucking good…”

Art pulled your chest close to his and you sat up. In the new position he could thrust up into you while your tits bounced near his face. Just the sight of you, mouth open with messy makeup made Art groan. With one arm wrapped tightly around your waist guiding your body up and down, Art used his free hand to touch your lips. You tasted yourself on his fingers and hummed, not tearing your eyes away from his no matter how much they threatened to close.

“Y/N…”

You could barely respond as his relentless hips drove up into your heat. Once his hand slipped between the two of you to massage your clit any remaining composure you had was lost.

‘Does that feel good?’

You could barely answer. Instead of saying you nodded your head over and over.

‘Uhh humm!’

He grinned, loving nothing more than his actions rendering you non verbal. Suddenly, he increased the pace - you didn’t think he’d be able to but all those workouts were being put to good use. Your head was spinning, your orgasm beginning to grow closer. Art pulled your face closer to his with a strong hand at the back of your neck.

‘You gonna cum for me?’

His eyes were gleaming, his own orgasm on the horizon. You were so warm and tight around him, he never wanted the night to end.

‘Uh huhhmmm!’

You began to squirm in his arms, feeling the familiar tightness in your stomach and light headedness increase. Art’s movements began to grow suddenly more feverish, less rhythmic as he chased his own orgasm whilst desperate to bring you to yours.

Grabbing his shoulders for balance, your orgasm hit you hard and fast.

“Art!”

Your limbs tightened as you thrashed for a moment in Art’s warm embrace. Just as your eyes rolled into the back of your head - the pleasure overwhelming and wonderful all at once - Art reached his. His warm cum flooded your insides as he swore, knowing he’d never feel as good as he did right now.

Limp in his arms, you leant your head on Art’s shoulder unbothered by the sweat in your hair. Both of you could barely breathe for a few moments so you listened to the sounds of each others racing heart rates slow. You were the first to break the silence.

‘Fucking hell…’

Art chuckled, sliding out of you so you could more easily get off. His breathing hadn’t yet calmed down as he gently kissed your cheek, forehead and finally lips. It was much gentler than his previous kisses and your heart fluttered. It’s just a one off, you reminded yourself sadly.

‘I’m gonna go clean myself up okay?’

Art simply nodded in your direction as you hurried to the bathroom. When you returned he was lay on your bed, showing no signs of leaving.

‘Wanna stay the night?’ You asked, hopefully.

The two of you were asleep within the hour, not even your foot could disturb your dreams.

Masterlist

[spidernuggets]

I legit beg of thee please can you do prompt17. "Why the fuck did you have to make me fall in love with you" but like he's infected with some toxin from a mission and is genuinely angry at reader for making him fall in love with her, but like they're not together she's just his oblivious best friend and this is how you find out he's in love with you. I just find this hilarious cuz reader being overjoyed like oh shit he loves me but also like hey dude calm down lol Its also a tinge angsty cuz he's tiny self esteem thinks you could never love him back and thats why he's mad

Jason Todd x Reader

"Why the fuck did you have to make me fall in love with you"

You love Jason Todd. And for a long while, you believed it was a platonic type of friendship. Because you loved the way he laughed, his smile, his combat skills, his snarky remarks.

And then an oh shit hit you harder than a bomb. Not only did you love Jason Todd, but you were in love with him.

You joined the Titans a couple of months or so after he officially did. He offered you a brew the first time you met, and you politely declined but thanked him for the offer. This is where Jason immediately took interest in you.

When him, you, Rachel, and Gar were doing that blindfold sparring thay Dick recommended, he was even more intrigued at your skill level, but you weren't as skilled as he was, and ultimately lost the sparring match.

You were mesmerised by his advanced ability, asking him if he could teach you some tricks.

Boy, did this boost his ego.

And then the two of you became best friends. You guys trained together, played video games together, and listened to music together. Sometimes, he'd read lines from his favourite novels to you, ranting how dumb one character was or how stragetic another was.

Eventually, Jason took you to the school that he took refuge in during the time he was living on the streets. He told you his story before he got adopted, telling you his mom was a drug addict, his dad was abusive.

You listened, and you comforted him.

Then he told you how he admired the other kids for performing on stage. That's when he became so passionate for literature.

You joked with him, saying that you couldn't believe his biggest secret was being a theatre nerd. He quickly answered back that they were called 'thespians'.

That's probably the exact time you fell in love. Even after all the pain and neglet he's been put through, he still managed to become the strongest person you've ever met.

When you thanked him for showing you his school, that you appreciated how much he trusts you, you swore you saw a glimmer in his eye, even when he tells you it was no big deal.

Jason means so much to you. That's why you'd never tell him you love him. You think you'd break into a million shattered pieces if he left you because of your devoted but selfish feelings towards him. So you kept your feelings tucked away at the back of your heart, concealed from him.

Jason means so much to you that when he arrived back from what yoh heard was a dangerous mission, you instantly ran up to him, pulling him in a tight embrace, mumbling that you thought you lost him.

And it broke you when his response to your worry was a harsh shove.

He didn't say anything and walked straight to his room. He looked horrible. There was a bruise forming around his eye, dried blood under his nose, dark bags under his eyes and a busted lip.

You quickly turned to Dick, who just came in, confused at Jason's glum behaviour.

"Crane ambushed out of nowhere. Cooked up a new toxin. Anger. We gave Jason the antidote for fear toxin, but it doesn't do much. It should wear off after a couple of hours," Dick tries to assure you, but to no avail.

You pace around your room, biting your nails in worry. You look at the clock, and only 15 minutes have passed, and at this point, you feel like pulling your hair out from how stressed you were.

Jason slammed his door so hard when he went into his room that you felt like it could've broke.

Jason hasn't stepped a foot out in those past 15 minutes, and though you might think it hasn't even been that long yet, you couldn't help but stress and worry for your best friend.

So, you went out of your room, heading straight to his, knocking on the door waiting for an answer.

A depressed looking Jason opened the door slightly, and before you can say anything, he slams it shut.

You wanted to cry. He's never done this before. When he has issues, he always talks to you about them. You think that the anger toxin might've been the reason, but still. You aren't taking a toxin for bullshit, so you let yourself into his room, locking the door behind you to ensure no interruptions.

"Jason, what the hell happened? Talk to me!" You pleaded, trying to take both his hands in yours for comfort. In response, he swiftly pulls away from your touch.

"It's none of your goddamn business! Leave me the fuck alone," he says. He doesn't yell at you, but he sounds annoyed. He turns and walks towards his vinyls, pretending to sort them out, but just meaninglessly flipping through them.

"No, it is my goddamn business because you're my best friend! Why are you even pissed at me? It's not like you have a reason to!" you answer back.

"Says fucking who?" He spits as his voice slightly raises. You didn't want it to, but it slightly scares you. Jason has never acted like this towards you before. And if he is pissed at you for something, what was it?

Stealing the last pudding cup? Accidentally dropping his last beer? Winning the last sparring match against him?

"Okay, tough guy, what the fuck did I do to make you so pissed off!" You yelled back.

"For being so fucking annoying!"

What?

He thought you were annoying? Did he not like being friends with you? Did he regret being friends with you? You guess you are a bit too clongy at times. Or maybe you just talk too much.

Possible reasons start flooding your mind. The one person you loved and was your best friend was so angry at you because you were annoying.

"What?" Was all you can say, and it was heard as a tiny, pathetic squeak in your voice.

"You! You wanna know why I'm so angry?? Because you're so goddamn annoying! The way you smiled so brightly when you beat me in sparring, the way your nose scrunches up when you decipher a code wrong, the way you keep notes on everyone's birthdays on your calendar, the way you compliment me when I'm training you! All of it! It pisses me the fuck off!" He yells. You swear you can see tears at the brim of his eyes. "And the most annoying thing is how perfect you are! You- You're so beautiful and so skilled, and you deserve so much! And I can't give you what you deserve!"

But you stand confused. What the hell was he on about?

Jason rubs his forhead in frustration.

"Why the fuck did you have to make me fall in love with you," he says, way more quietly in contrast to his rant. But his voice breaks. And a single tear falls from his eye.

You couldn't believe what he had just told you. He loves you? He's... in love with you??

You were about to smile and admit your reciprocating feelings, but to Jason, your confused look on your face was disgust towards his undying emotions.

He wipes his cheek, face scrunching up, and his anger rises once more.

"No. No, no. I don't- I can't do this right now. You can kick me to the curb later, just- just get out!" He starts yelling again, stepping towards you, pointing to the door.

You attempt to calm him down, but he continues his string of get outs and leave me alones.

You didn't even notice that he unlocked the door and pushed you out before slamming the door in your face once more. You wanted to feel happy that he felt the same towards you. But he just looked so... hurt.

You decided you shouldn't continue to push. You knew he'd come talk to you later once he calmed down, so you go back into your room, waiting for his arrival.

It was late. Last time you checked your phone, it was 2:37am. You don't know how long it's been since then. Jason still hasn't come to see you.

You had your headphones on, writing notes in your journal for future training sessions and abstract plans for upcoming missions that may help Dick during debriefings.

You didn't hear the light knocks on your door, but saw a figure from your peripheral view walking towards you. When you look up, you see a dejected Jason Todd now in front of you.

He sits down on the edge of you bed as you quickly removed your headphones, storing away your jojrnal, ready to listen to him.

Jason couldn't look at you. "I'm sorry," he says. He thinks it's pathetic. Confessing his feelings because of some stupid toxin. Now he has to apologise, and he pressumes after this, you'd look at your friendship differently.

"It was selfish of me to tell you that I... That I lov-" He was quickly interrupted by you. You crawled along the bed to him, kneeling beside him, taking his chin to move his face so you can see those gorgeous green eyes you always adored. They were red and glassy. For the past few hours, he had been crying, even after the toxin had decreased. But you lay your lips ever so gently on his, and he couldn't believe what you were doing.

It took him a second to respond, but he happily kissed back, reaching forward, wanting more as you pulled away.

"You have no idea how much I love you, Jay," you say, barely above a whisper. His eyes widen.

"What? What, but I.." he sat there speechless. Was this real? Or was this the after effects of the toxin? "But.. But I've been dropping so many hints that I was so interested in you and... and you just seemed to have ignored it all," he quietly says. He thinks he whimpering like a kicked puppy.

"Literally, what hints?" You ask, dumbfounded.

"Are you serious? I've- I've called you babe multiple times, hinted at a date, gave you a flower," he lists the many times he had shown a liking to you. "I offered to teach you some combat skills- I keep those skills sacred, I've never taught anyone! Even Gar was yelling at me because I wouldn't teach him!" Jason says unbelievably.

Your hmfave heats up with embarrassment. "Well.. I never really said that observational skills were my strong suit," you weakly say, looking down, avoiding his gaze. And Jason couldn't helo but laugh a bit. He just found you so cute.

He takes hold of your waist, and you squeal as he shifts you so you're sitting on his lap.

"So.. You love me?" He asks, a cheeky grin on his face.

You roll your eyes and scoff. "God, you and your ego," you mutter, holding his face in your hands as you and him share one last kiss for the night.

[hauntedjellyfishwitch-blog]

REQUESTS

TWD community; I beg of thee please send me Daryl requests.

I'm very new to working out how Tumblr works, and I have the worst writers block of my life BUT I swear I'm a semi-decent writer. I have a job in the literary field. I'd love to join the community a little better, but I've also been trying to work out how it works here and I could do with a little leg up in the idea section of my brain.

I've previously linked my Ao3 to this page, and have mostly written for Marvel/The West Wing/Supernatural so if you want to check anything out to see my style before asking that'd be cool, but I'd really love to get into writing for Daryl (working on a longfic but it will be months before I finish it, at minimum).

If anyone would be open to reading the stuff I post here whilst I work out the site a little better, I can, in return, offer my eternal devotion and some stories you might like. No first born to offer as I am a cliché childfree elder millennial.

[honeybounty]

sorry if this makes no sense (if anyone is even reading this), i was edging myself while writing it 🤫 based on events that happened minutes ago

edging myself for hours already and go to the shower to keep edging but so i could drool all over my tits and down to my already drippy cunt and it felt so good to rub my clit to the edge nonstop until im dripping slut juices all down my leg. all of this is over the fact i’m shoving fingers down my own throat so i drool and choke until my whole body is covered in my own spit and at one point my bf came in the room just to tease my little clit and tell me he wants to fuck when im done with my “shower” which sets me off and im desperately edging my needy cunt in the shower bc of it.

the whole time im just thinking of how much of a needy slut i am and how everyone, even my bf, is aware and actively takes advantage of it. i finish up and go to our bedroom and while he’s finishing some things up i take hit after hit after hit of my pen until im shaky and even more desperate. i try not to touch myself so he can edge me instead and it’s so hard bc im so fucked up and such a desperate little whore.

he joins me in bed and goes down on me until im dripping all over his face and the sheets and he’s slapping my thighs and calling me a good girl 😵‍💫 i get close a couple of times but then he makes me beg him to fuck me, so i do, bucking my wet pussy up and down his thigh like a bitch in heat while he strikes himself off to the sight of his personal little fuck doll humping him.

he fucked me deep, telling me how he can feel me dripping down his balls and how fucking desperate i am for cock while i moan and cry into the pillow, in absolute bliss and fulfilling my purpose of being a wet little edgeslut for him. he makes me fuck him back and calls me a slut and a good girl until i started begging him to choke me.

he decided to take pity on me and wrapped a hand around my throat, immediately cutting off the oxygen to my brain and making me even dumber. he’s putting the perfect amount of pressure and i start bucking my hips and gasping for air until he gets impatient with my clumsy light-headed attempts at fucking him and started pounding at me, shaking my neck a little with his hand, pushing thee back of my head further into the pillows which only made me tighten up around him more.

he called me his fucking cockwhore, a needy little slut who loves cock so much she’s dripping everywhere over it. he kept telling me to be quiet and when i couldn’t he choked me even tighter and said “what the fuck did i say? be fucking quiet” and slammed into me again, face shoved into the pillow next to me. i begged him to please keep his cock in my cunt and cum deep inside me please please please and like the good boyfriend he is, he bred his hungry little cockslut 🥰 im so so sooo lucky!!

once he came he stood up while putting on his underwear and said “we need to get you a ball gag.. you’re too fucking loud” and my pussy clenched so tight i could feel his cum so deep inside me beginning to leak out of my still edging cunt. he moved on to other things so i went to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, one leg propped up on the counter so i could see my cunt all swollen and dripping cum. i held my hand under it so the cum could drip into it and i could fuck it back into myself. for a while i just rubbed my clit and edged myself again (im on day 5 or 6. hard to keep up when my brain is always leaking out my drooling cunt yunno??) i kept fingering allll that cum right back into my clenching hole, over and over so i stay nice and full of love :)❤️

[mentha-vacciniumrainbow]

Zestmilla tickle fights with the girls?

Nice idea, can do! (Hope you enjoy, is a silly little thing 💜)

《Clara, no 》 warned Carmilla, but it was all useless, as her daughter got ready to pounce on her

《Clara yes! 》 The kid screamed, jumping from the top of the wardrobe and onto her mother, her little hands busy tickling her 《I got you! Mum is my prisoner now! 》

《Stop it! I'm serious! 》 scolded Carmilla between laughters, carefull to move herself so that both her and her daughter would hit a soft surface when they would inevitably fall 《No TV the whole weekend! No spicy chips! No... No skateboarding! 》

《Worth it! 》 giggled the child, well aware that none of those threats would be followed by action. Her mum liked to act as she didn't enjoy their surprise attacks, but truth was, she could always see them coming from a mile away and never did anything to stop them from happening

《Stop! 》 She ordered again, as they fell on the bed and her dearest friend entered the room, alerted by the noise but not particularly panicked

《Zestial, a little help, please! 》 She pleaded, but Zestial, her oldest friend, the almost father of her daughters, her lighthouse in the storm, simply watched her with a knowing smirk, as he made his way towards them

《Thou doth not seem to particularly mind, mine dear 》 he noted, simply standing as her hyperactive child had the time of her life tickling her and undoing her neat updo.

So, apparently that was how he wanted to play, this time

《Traitor 》

《At least thou art getting cuddles 》 he comforted, and Clara stopped her assault to look at him dead in the eyes, a fanged smile brightening her round little face even more

《Don't worry jefe*, we won't make you feel left out》

《We? 》 asked Zestial, starting to look around the room, but it was already too late

《SURPRISE ATTACK 》

《Odette! 》

The child threw herself from the chandelier, successfully managing to knock Zestial to the ground and climb on him to deliver her own ticklish assault

《I'm speed, I'm stealth, I'm grace, I'M THE INVISIBLE TICKLER! 》

《I see thee perfectly, little lambkin 》 he laughed, still a bit out of breath, as he tried to rise, but his daughter was of a different opinion, and climbed on his chest as she pulled a long feather out of her sleeve

《Not for long! Feather attack! 》

《No! Not the feather, my only weakness 》 he played along 《show some mercy, I beg thee! 》

《No! Clara, I need help, dad is too tall to tickle alone! 》

《Reinforces are coming! 》

Assured the other, climbing off of her mother and joining her twin in her endeavour.

As his two little beloved menaces went wild on him and his poor clothes, Zestial noticed his dearest swiftly recomposing herself and preparing to slither out of the room

《Carmilla, mine dear... 》

He tried in his meekest voice, but this time it was her turn to smirk as she watched from above

《Na-ah. You were ready to leave me to my destiny, I'm leaving you to yours. Good luck, dear friend! 》

With a satisfied smile, she made her escape and closed the door behind her.

"Oh well, I deserved it." He thought "Yet, I shall nonetheless have my own ticklish revenge on mine loveliest lady... after our little ones are settled for the night, without a doubt."

*"Jefe" is the Spanish word for "boss", but is also affectionately/respectfully used for one's parents. I have a whole headcanon around it -used in my main fanfiction "You bring back my Springtime"-, but long story short, it's Clara's way of indirectly recognising Zestial as her dad, where Odette is more explicit.

[larks-birdhouse]

GENLOSS FOUNDERS CUT THOUGHTS

i want to make it so so clear i don’t want to dunk on genloss. this is my braindump and i LOVED genloss. please support young creators as they grow and improve i beg of thee

im putting this under a cut because i expect it to be long 😭

❤️ - negative

�� - positive

💙 - neutral

💚 once again reminded how much ranboo’s acting has improved since dsmp <3

💚 AND a fantastic reminder of how great the other actors are!!!! all the deaths still hurt and the security officers did SO SO GOOD

💚 i love that hetch is more evil now. hurts even more watching hetch manipulate ran even harder up to his death

💚 ranboo has survivor’s guilt :’[ god him slowly accepting it was his fault (even though it WASNT) broke me

💚❤️ i think redubbing certain parts makes sense, but for some reason it was just really obvious during niki’s intro?? it felt so jarring

💙 ngl i paused the premiere to catch the qr code. in my defence i was about half an hour behind already :’]

❤️ GOD i wish we saw more of the carousel folks. so much time spent on setting up mousetrap, so little on them. is that in of itself a commentary? genuine question i do not know

❤️ also i am so sad we didn’t see more of austin’s “hey what the fuck is happening.” there was plenty of it but i want MORE

❤️💙 and i wish there was a little more time on ethan’s fashion show simply because it is funny

💚 the play on words with austin being the straight man is still fantastic

💚 someone else pointed this out (i’m not sure who i saw it from first but i’ll find them) but hetch near exclusively calling ranboo “hero” is such a good detail. not their name, but their character

💙 i forgot about the charlie stream! but honestly i would fully believe that is something charlie would just Do

❤️ I WANT MORE SNEEGGGGGG WHERE WAS HE

💚 the ART!! the DESIGNS of the devices!! adds so much to the story and i’m so glad they were shared. such fantastic art too!!

❤️ the create-a-creature kinda came out of nowhere, i was so confused and i wish there was a bit more buildup

💙 about hetch saying they aren’t themselves anymore: how many times can the actors get tortured and brainwashed before they stop being themselves? how much of them can be taken and replaced before it stops being them? (theseus’s ranboo)

💚 I LOVED THE SQUIGGLES ANIMATIONS!!!! SO GOOD I NEED TO FIND MORE OF THE CREATOR’S WORK

❤️ i might have missed it so correct me if i’m wrong but i don’t think we had the wide shot of the hero-kill-inator or whatever and i WISH we did because it goes so hard

💚 in terms of ending changes, i loved both endings!! both so good for different reasons, and the “thank you” KILLS ME IM SO SORRY BOO I HOPE YOU CAN JOIN YOUR FRIENDS IN THE CANON AFTERLIFE

💙 actually only hell is canon. maybe heaven just Doesn’t Exist. only suffering

💚❤️ at some points i thought the gore was great and at some points i wanted MORE. all the blood seeping out from under the doors, the room they haven’t “reset” yet, the guts instead of food were all great. but i wanted more of surgery charlie’s suffering to contrast the absurdity and just generally more carnage

❤️ i also wish there was more audio gore with austin & sneeg’s deaths. the wall just kind of Stops with no indication of them being crushed and its not apparently obvious that they died

💚 gen zero preview!!! i’m so excited, wondering who will be brought in for that one

💚 hearing the echos of “just let me die” in the beginning was haunting, fantastic stuff loved it

💚 HOW DID I FORGET THE PHOTOS THAT WAS SO GOOD ARE THOSE REAL BABY RANBOO PHOTOS?? INCREDIBLE

💚 overall i quite enjoyed the founder’s cut! can’t wait to see what comes next and i’m so proud of ranboo!!

💙 what is it with media about content creator self inserts that suffer immensely with little to no comfort that draws me in so? why has this happened so many times??

[saturnskyline]

bl people i desire carnally 💖

tagged by @loveable-sea-lemon and @sandrayy !! thanks for encouraging me to thirst on main (more than usual that is jfklsdfjd)

vegas (kinnporsche)

this gif is incredibly innocent looking but to be clear, i am just as attracted to him (if not more) when he is covered in blood <3 anyway starting this list off strong with my moral compass compromised by sexy lol. i have no excuses. let's carry on

tiffy (lovely writer)

ended the career of every bike-riding bisexual ever. her impact is unmatched, her beauty is unparalleled, and i am frankly not above groveling at her feet. we stan tiffy in this house

payu/phayu/wouldn't you like to know weather boy (love in the air)

honestly screw this guy. SCREW THIS GUY. even just making this post i fell down this most ridiculous rabbit hole of gifs bc he's literally too hot. bisexual menace get thee HENCE

tay (kinnporsche)

YOU'RE MY ANGEL BABYYY BABY YOU'RE MY ANGEL.... ahem. that is to say, tay my love, i would cherish you beyond belief. give me a chance i beg just one chance break up with your boyfriend i'm bored-

ink (bad buddy)

i mean look at her. "it's so gainful" changed my brain chemistry. what do you even say. simp is not a strong enough word to describe the feelings i have for her like. ma'am i would ride into battle for you just say the word

win (between us)

every second he was onscreen i was consumed with rage at the sheer attractiveness that this man has. mind you he is a main character so that's a lot of rage.... but yeah 👍 so glad to have found this gif specifically bc wow what a moment. bless boun noppanut 4ever

miw (3 will be free)

need her to roll her eyes at me. actually, i need her to stomp on me but the eye rolling is a good start sdfkjlsdfjs. angel darling queen of my life etc. etc. etc. (also pretty please let me join your polycule pleaseeee)

big (kinnporsche)

can't put too many kinnporsche characters on this list i'm ngl :') and i couldn't NOT include big like come on. he is the most babygirl ever. his angst levels and his beautiful hair have captivated me.... you get the point. justice for big

tagging @xxhappy-chickenxx @negrowhat @porschesbabydaddy @peachym00 @a-slut-for-vegaspete and anyone else that might want to do this! feel free to ignore this if you're not interested or you've already been tagged :)

[what-if-nct]

Stray Kids reaction to walking in on you twerking.

Bangchan: His eyes widen as he's stopped in his tracks once he walks into the living room. He leans against the wall of the hallway, arms crossed as his eyes follow the way your ass bounces to the rhythm of the music. He licks his lips admiring the way your body jiggled in front of him. Suddenly you turn around catching Chris off guard causing him to stumble and stutter before you even say anything. "I wasn't watching" he panics. But he rushes to you with red ears and a dimpled smile, the moment you call him over to sit in front of you.

Lee know: Chuckles under his breath as he stands in the door way of your bedroom. "You can do better than that" He speaks from behind you snapping your attention to him. You argue you were just listening to Megan Thee Stallion and having fun. "With all of that ass I still expect better" he stares you down. "Now" he smacks your behind and says "Do better" with a smirk on his lips.

Changbin: A half smirk spreads across his face as he walks into the living room. He slinks into the closest chair to you, his hand rests on his chin as he eyes the way your body moves. Admiring how much it bounces and jiggle. Suddenly you stop and turn to him. "Don't stop because of me" he sat back, spreading his legs and tapping his lap. "Continue for me"

Hyunjin: His jaw dropped the moment he stepped into your room. He looked back into the hallway to see if anyone was walking by. He scanned you up and down unaware what to do with himself. As your body moved in ways he couldn't even imagine. You looked so soft and touchable, Hyunjin's mind went haywire. Contrary to the song you were dancing to he didn't have to wait to see it from the back. He saw everything he needed to see. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he watched you attentively. The song changed and a pout formed on his lips as you began to slow down. When you sang along to "thick in the thigh. Thick in the waist, thick in the right motherfuckin places" he audibly agreed "Yeah, you are" with an exasperated sigh. Pulling your attention to him. You asked if he wanted to join you and he stood to his feet with no hesitation as he got a little too close to the part of your body his eyes were entranced by.

Han: He stopped in his tracks and looked around the living room and kitchen checking if anyone else was there. Once the coast was clear he quietly sat on the floor. His chin resting in his hands his excited eyes darted back and forth captivated by the way your body bounced up and down, side to side, and in a circle. He was mesmerized by how the smallest movements caused you to shake. He was unaware he was crawling toward you until you turned around to see him just at your feet. He immediately stood and yelled 'I can explain" then with his head hung low he said "I'm a naughty boy"

Felix: "Look at you" Felix immediately said as he walked into your bedroom. You turned to look back at him as he closed the door behind him. "Oh don't stop because of him. Please don't stop" He looked your full figured body up and down as you stood there in short shorts and a bralette as My Type by Saweetie played loudly in the background. You happily continued as Felix sat at the edge of your bed. He licked his lips as you bent over in front of him. He tilted his head to see how just moving your thighs also caused your ass to shake. He felt hypnotized at the way you threw it in a circle just in arms length. "C..can I touch myself?" Felix asked softly as he reached for the waist band of his sweat pants. You tell him it would delight you if he did so. "Tell me to" he begged. "Touch yourself Felix, you clearly can't control yourself. Touch yourself for me" Your words were like music to his ears as his hand shot straight into his boxers.

Seungmin: He watched you for a few seconds before he started copying every movement you made. He tried to figure out how you moved like that. He figured the fact you had five times more ass then him was the main factor. He couldn't grasp how you were able to keep momentum when you dropped it low. "How does she do that" left his lips causing you to look at him. "Do you want me to show you?" you walk over to him. "Please" he allows you to pull him to the couch. He learns absolutely nothing but enjoys the veiw.

Jeongin: His eyes widen as he opens your bedroom door as he saw you bent over as the lyrics "I'll pull it to the side for a Benz" played from your speakers. "so this is what you do in your free time?" Jeongin said with a mischievous grin as he walked into your room. "And what if it is?" You reply back as he gets closer. "Then you shouldn't do it without me." He smirked in your face. You turned around and danced against him. He was taken aback by how he could feel how soft and plush your ass is through his thin sweatpants. The confidence he walked in with, fell the moment his knees buckled and he landed on your bed with a flush face and goofy grin.

[flurrys-creativity]

1004 - The Angel Collab Masterlist

Dearest creatures great and small!!! I welcome thee to the masterlist of the 1004 - Angel Collab!

Some awesome writers joined me and created the most intriguing stories all around the angel theme! While some are still missing the first ones are already posted and up for reading!

Enjoy the stories and please give them your love!

A Message from the Skies by @twisted-tales-of-all

Pairing: Kim Seungmin (Stray Kids) x Gender-Ambiguous Reader; Genre: Fantasy, fluff, angst, nature-guardian!SM, strangers to lovers (sorta), mutual pining (sorta); WC: 3.4k; Rating: Teen; Warnings: mentions of death, loss of parental figure, blood, injury, wound care, mention of bullying, self-injury, ritualistic instructions, time skips Summary: Living with the forest-folk have led you to witness a lot of unusual things, so when you find an injured angel unconscious in front of your home, you simply bring him inside and tend to his wounds. Living with you while he heals, you grow close to one another.

Carved in stone by @flurrys-creativity

Pairing: Jeonghan (Seventeen) x reader; Genre: fluff, fantasy, …; Rating: tbd; Warnings: tbd; Wordcount: tbd Summary: You restore old homes, which seem inhabitable, moving around the whole world and living in them until your job was done. With your newest project you notice a massive angel statue at the front. One that almost appears to be alive.

Storm of Stygia by @stardragongalaxy

Pairing: Yunho (Ateez) x reader; Genre: Fallen Angel au, fantasy, some horror, Angst, smut, Fluff if you squint; Rating: 18+; Wc: 1.5k; Warnings: element play, rough play, marking, biting, fingering, edging, corruption Summary: Yunho is a fallen seeking what's been lost to him, but when the source appears to be used to communicate, he finds himself craving more

Us, Angel by @limjaeseven

Pairing: Dokyeom (Seokmin) x Jeonghan (Seventeen); Genre: Good Omens!AU, fluff, angst, e2l; Rating: tbd; Warnings: tbd; Estimated wc: tbd Summary: Seokmin was an angel, Jeonghan was a demon. They were not friends, and they were definitely not on the same team. Jeonghan was evil, his job was to ruin everything good, but he was also a wonderful dinner companion. Seokmin would be lying if he said that he didn't enjoy bumping into the demon every now and then, getting drinks with him, going on walks with him. That didn't mean anything though, absolutely not.

Wonderlust by @sanjoongie

Pairing: Park Seonghwa (Ateez) x Reader (f); Genre: smut, fallen angel au, piercer au; Rating: 18+; Warnings: pain kink, customer/service provider sex, jerking off service, piercing service (do not read if you can't handle descriptions of a piercing occurring), spit kink, public sex at the workplace, begging, glove kink, corruption kink, overstimulation kink, Seonghwa likes it hard and fast okay; WC: 1,763 Summary: When a fallen angel walks into your piercing parlor and asks for you to pierce his nipples, looking to experience pain and pleasure in his now human life

Dreams by @binniebeams

Pairing: Hyunjin (Stray Kids) x Reader; Genre: Angel AU, Angst?, Unrequited interest; WC: 1.5k; Rating: NC-17; Warnings: Talks of death, the afterlife, depression, drunk driving, character death, manipulation Summary: Hyunjin is an angel tasked with painting someone’s life to see where they get placed in the afterlife once they pass on, but one day a particular soul catches his eye and he begins to romanticize them through his own art.

TBD by @mingsolo

Pairing: tbd; Genre: tbd; Rating: tbd; Warnings: tbd; Estimated wc: tbd Summary: tbd

[erichthoniosgf]

“Aren’t the sights here exhilarating? I could stand here all day!”

“They’re quite lovely, but I beg of thee Achelois. Please come down from there before you hurt yourself—again!”

“Or perhaps you should join me up here!”

“Absolutely not!”

Azem always doing reckless things to make her husband nervous.

[eri-pl]

Adventures of Steve the intern Maia

part 1/2 (probably)

[inspired by this reblog]

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"How dare you!"

Serindo sighed loudly. He looked around the forge, but luckily there weren't many others nearby, and with the work in some distance, the voice did not carry far.

This was third Noldo this week getting offended when he introduced himself. And the number was so low only because most of them were recurring visitors, to whom he'd already explained that yes, this was his name, and no, it wasn't in any way, shape or form meant to mock their deceased queen or their linguistic preferences.

At least she said 'you', not 'thee''. He got some of those too, even though not very often.

Fortunately, before he got to explaining, or before the Noldo girl got more aggressive, one of her friends gave her a whispered explanation, muddled by the noise of the smithing work.

"Fine," she said. "So, when's the lesson?"

No apologies, no respect for his nature. And to think that once he'd agreed that bringing the Elves to Valinor was a great idea. Well, it must have been, as it was Lord Manwe's.

"In ten minutes, when Telperion reaches its peak light. I need to get the tools ready."

The Noldo rolled her eyes, and exchanged looks with one of her friends.

Why couldn't he just punch them? Or at least brand them? That would teach them some respect. Maybe they weren't as great as---

Serindo stopped this thought. It wasn't a good thought.

He wouldn't be another Maia to run away.

Even if Mairon probably was having a much better time right now.

The young Noldor giggled, joined by one more boy. "So this is the one who can't speak properly?" he asked his friends, not even trying to be quiet.

Serindo threw his hammer down. "The lesson is cancelled," he said and left without risking another look on the elves.

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"My lord," said Serindo with a deep bow. "I--- I can't."

Aule gave him a warm, fatherly smile. "What is the problem, Serindo?"

"I can't work with the Noldor anymore! If I have to stand them for one more day, I'll---" He looked away. "I just can't. Please. I beg you, my lord. anything else, but not them."

"I will not ban them from my forges. But..." Aule closed his eyes for a moment. "You are not bound here. I know you that like quiet and peace, and I have heard that Namo is looking for more servants. I cannot fathom why, maybe the poor elves in Beleriand are going to wage war on each other?"

"Or---"

"Or?"

Serindo swallowed. He shouldn't have said anything. But he did and there was no point in hiding his thoughts from a Vala.

"Melkor is free now, it won't be long before... something happens."

"He is. but he is bound to stay in Valinor. What could he do in here? So, should I recommend you to Namo?"

"Yes. Please."

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Serindo entered the shadowed, stone room. It was cold and too empty, but at least there were no Noldor in there, only Lord Namo sitting on a stone throne.

The Vala sat in silence for a while, his eyes empty and unreadable. Finally, he spoke. "I'd ask you to sit down, but you're not going to anyway. And don't worry about the vase."

"What vase?"

There was no vase. And no other chair.

"It's a joke. You will get used to them. Eventually. Sooner than you will understand this one, at least."

It would be easier if Namo's face showed any emotion or if his eyes had irises or pupils.

"If I may..."

"Of course you may. How do you imagine a job interview without you speaking?"

Or if he didn't use strange words that seemed to belong in a different time or place.

"There is no vase in here," said Serindo, trying to sound as respectful as he could.

"Yes. Are you in habit of worrying about things that are not there? No. That's why I told you not to worry. Also, the joke was not for you. But, back to your internship." Lord Namo paused, probably noticing Serindo's expression. "Your service to me. I will accept it, under one condition."

"Yes?" However difficult this condition would be, it couldn't be worse than dealing with the Noldor.

"You will stay with me. At least for the next three hundred years."

That was it? Serindo's heart leaped with joy.

"Of course, my lord."

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part 2

[mrsaguapapi]

Ch 1  Ch 2  Ch 3  Ch 4  Ch 5  Ch 6  Ch 7  Ch 8

Chapter 9

Ashes to Ashes

Trigger Warning- Birth, Death, Blood. NO BABIES DIE! *If after reading this chapter and you feel like I left out a warning, please let me know* 

Anyhoo, enjoy <3

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The Vibe:

listen before i go

I slowly open my eyes, letting the light peek through. Rubbing my head I feel a piercing headache coming through.

Oh god my head

Realizing I'm not in my bed I sit up scanning the unfamiliar room. Judging by the décor I'm still in Wakanda, but everything looks outdated compared to the room I stayed in the night before. This room was way larger than the guest room I was in, in fact, this looks like Shuri's new room.

"What am I doing here?" I whisper to myself

I get out of bed and look out the window. Just as I thought, I'm in the royal suite; I look out and see that Wakanda looks different, like a de-evolved version of itself. The Maglev Train is nowhere to be seen.

"Something's wrong. This feels wrong." I say to myself. Before I could fully freak out, I feel something take over my body, it was as if I went on autopilot. I hear a knock on the door.

"Your highness are you awake?"

"Yes" I reply, but it wasn't me.

That's not my voice.

"Will you be joining us for breakfast today my Queen?"

"No, thank you"

The voice behind the door pauses before they continue, "Ororo please, I beg you. You need to leave your chambers; it's been months since his death, and your people need you. The baby inside you needs you."

BABY?

"I can't. Not yet" I pause, "Leave the food at the door please"

"As you wish." They say defeated.

My possessed body begins to walk to the mirror and I look at myself. I look like me, my face looks like mine, and my hair is still white but not in braids, just brushed out. I open my robe and begin to rub my stomach; I am very much pregnant, like any day now this baby could be making its dramatic exit.

"Millaenyia, my sweet child, I'll bring him back to us," this unrecognizable voice says

Oh my god, am I in my mother's body... Ew I'm pregnant with myself

I--My mother begins to walk to the empty space in the room and removes the carpeting on the floor exposing circular sigils on the ground.

Witches marks...

She sits cross-legged in the middle of the circle holding her hands out right on each knee. I now realize her fingertips are black. My mother begins to chant,

Darkhold I summon thee

Make yourself seen

And come to me

The Darkhold appeared floating between her hands; it was exuding a black aura causing a sense of panic in my soul. This is dark forbidden magic.

"Show me the resurrections spell." She commands

The book begins to flip to the requested incantation.

My mother begins to speak, "Those who seek the loved ones lost must offer something to pay the cost. Speak your offer and recite the spell from which you'll be taken straight to hell."

Before continuing, she sits there for a long time contemplating her next move, "I have to do this" she begins to cry, "I have to"

Recollecting herself she breathes in and speaks, "I offer my power"

The air in the room goes cold and with a rush of wind, a demonic voice speaks, "I accept. Proceed"

My mother begins the spell,

Hands vermillion

Star of five

Bright Cotillion

Raven's dive

Nightshades Promise

Spirit's strive, to the living

Let now the dead come alive.

Suddenly we are engulfed in flames, I can't see the room anymore, only fire. The floor begins to rumble under us. My mother quickly hides the book in her robes and holds on to her stomach bracing herself until everything stopped. The floor stopped moving and the fire slowly disappeared around us. Looking around, we see nothing but a man sitting on a throne. He wore a black suit but was barefoot. He had a face but I could not quite place any of his features; it was like his face was a blur

Why can't I see his face?

There were no windows, no doors, no furniture, nothing. The room was completely empty other than us and the man.

"So it's you seeking help?" he speaks "Queen Ororo eh? What would your ancestors think of you willingly giving up your gifts... for some man?"

"He wasn't some man. Takes my powers I don't care, I just want my family back."

He chuckles, "So be it." He holds his hand out towards us and begins to take what felt like the life from my mother's body. As he does this I can see her hair start to change to black and her black fingertips begin to go back to normal. Once he was done he dropped his hand, "Delicious." He says "Your prize is there." Nodding his head behind us.

The Vibe:

Donny Hathaway - A Song For You

We turn and see a man standing there; he was wearing a version of the Black Panther suit.

Is that my dad?

He speaks up, "My love where are we? You're pregnant?" he pauses, "I can't be here, I died." He panics

My mother rushes to him and hugs him, "My love." She puts his hand to her belly, "this is our daughter. I wanted to tell you that day but it was too late."

"My daughter?" He smiles but it quickly fades, "What have you done? I should not be here. This is not right."

Before my mother responds she folds over In pain, "the baby is coming" she panics "We must go." She turns around and looks at the mysterious man, "send us home."

He laughs, "I think not." and points to my father, "He's not looking so good."

My father begins to cough and fall to the ground, "what's happening to me?"

My mother rushes to hold him on his way down. Just a minute ago my father looked no more than 35 years old, but now he's wrinkled up and small like an old man. He's aging right before our eyes.

He's dying

"I love yo-" my father's last words before he turned to dust in my mother's arms.

My mother screamed until she could no more; it was both out of emotional pain and pain from her womb.

I think she's about to give birth

"We had a deal!" She yelled with pain and anger in her voice.

"And I delivered; you wanted him alive and I brought him back. However, we did not discuss for how long."

"Bring him back please." She begs "For longer this time"

"What do you have to offer?" he asks

"I have nothing. Please!" She cries in pain

"You have that." He says pointing at her stomach

"My baby? No, she's all I have left."

"That's disappointing" he scoffs, "Well, in that case, you have nothing." He waves his hand and a portal opens "Leave me." With those words, my mother was forcefully flung through the portal and fell hard onto some grass in a forest. She tried to get up but couldn't, the baby was coming, I was coming.

Unable to move anymore my mother began to focus her breathing and push. We were there for what felt like hours screaming and pushing; the pain was excruciating and my mother was profusely bleeding, way more than I think you're supposed to.

Finally, after one long push and screaming her heart out, the baby/me is fully out. Breathing a long sigh of relief she picks me up and lays back with me resting on her chest. I begin to cry and she covers me fully in her robe.

"Hush my child." She whispers "I'm so sorry" She cries and begins to teeth chatter, "It's so cold.."

Oh god, she's dying...

My crying turned into screams at this point all my mother could do was hold me and keep me warm. The light began to slowly fade, and we were losing consciousness, as we close our eyes I hear, "Agatha look I found the baby! Can we keep this one?" the voice said. I don't hear the response but I do feel someone grab the book from my mother's robe, "What have we here little one?" And with that everything goes black.

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I violently regain consciousness, Opening my eyes felt like the hardest thing I have ever done. I try to move but fail, my body is so weak. I try to speak but my throat is hoarse and dry, all I could do was scan the room.

Looking around I realize I'm on the ground and that people are surrounding me. It was my friends,

That's right, we were having brunch

Once again I attempt to speak, putting more power behind my voice, "Why am I on the floor?"

"Oh thank god," Peter says. I hadn't realized he was holding me in his arms, very tightly might I'd add.

"Ki'ichpan, praise the gods," it was Namor holding my hand right by Peter's side.

"What happened to me?" I hoarsely ask

"You went full Max Mayfield on us," Riri says

I laugh at the absurdity

"She's not kidding your eyes rolled back and you went stiff like you were possessed," Shuri speaks up "you stayed that way for 5 min"

Slowly I sit up feeling extreme pain whenever I move. I turn around and look at Peter his face was red and his eyes were puffy. I take my free hand and firmly grab his, "I'm okay." he squeezes my hand. My eyes fall on Namor and he looks just as distraught as Peter, in fact, I look at everyone in the room and they look horrified.

"Guys I'm okay. I swear it." I reassure everyone," What happened?"

"You touched your mother's diary." Ramonda answers, "What did you see child?"

I suddenly remember what just happened to me, " I saw what happened to my parents. I lived it through my mother's eyes" I begin to cry, letting all that emotion finally hit me. Part of me wished that she was alive somewhere looking for me, "Oh god" I weep "She died alone in the woods." I begin to ramble and cry; my breathing became erratic

I think I'm having a panic attack

Things in the room begin to float and fling around; I'm losing control. Ramonda crouches in front of me trying to calm me down, "Breathe my child." she tries to breath with me "What can we do to help you."

I can't answer her, my body won't allow it.

"Milleaynia look at me." I follow that voice, It was Namor "What do you need?" He calmly asks

Between crying and hyperventilating I finally answer, "Sedate me. Please.." I beg

Ramonda looks to Shuri, " Grab your med kit."

"No need," Okoye speaks as she walks over to me. "You're gonna feel a pinch." She then pinches the pressure point in my neck effectively knocking me out. 

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H'AANIT ANGST JUMPSCARE!!!! (2500)

A massacre took place in this town. Years ago, countless innocents were killed. H'aanit once had parents and siblings but as the best hunters in town, they fought until the very end. They were the reason only half the town was lost, but they were lost as well.

She stared intensely at the memorial commemorating her family's brave actions. A tablet stood in the town square, engraved with descriptions of their heroic acts in the tongue of the woodlands people.

How strange it felt, living and breathing while they lay in the dirt. She still had most of her life ahead of her, and yet she found it hard to ever be excited. She had no parents or siblings to stand with her. Z'aanta still "lived", but she was never hopeful that she could even save him.

She heard soft footsteps in the grass behind her. They stopped by her side, looking down at the memorial as well.

""In the eightieth year of the bear on the first of the seventh moon, raiders burned this town. The Krause family heroically fought off the raiders, saving half the town from an untimely death. They perished in the fray, leaving behind only their youngest"," Olberic read, "eightieth bear year... This was fairly recent, right?"

"Correct."

"You must have been-"

"I was ten."

He fell silent at that. He knew of her last name, but she had never spoken of her past. She was private and hardly said a word when it was unnecessary and stayed as silent as her feline companion.

They silence grew and only made the uncomfortable space between them more prominent.

"I knewen not that thou spoken mine tongue," H'aanit said.

"Haven't I mentioned it?"

"Nay."

After another long pause, H'aanit spoke, "I shall leaven. I haven business here."

"Should I tell the others to meet you at the inn?"

"Nay, I shall sleepeth in mine own home."

"Understood. Goodbye."

H'aanit whistled as she set off. At the sound, Linde's ears perked up and she ran to join her owner. They made their way to the southern edge of town where people hardly walked. This time of year, they might find rabbits preparing for the winter. They make for a pleasant stew.

Clouds had gathered all morning. They were unlike wool and more akin to a cave ceiling. The temperature was low. It could snow rain at any moment.

...It was too warm to be snow.

H'aanit wandered for minutes, searching for any signs of life. The forest seemed almost dead now that they were in the latter half of the eleventh moon.

She spotted a rabbit and readied her bow. She steadied her breathing and aimed at it. It stood high and proud amongst the trees, but it wasn't the only thing.

He made no sound, but he approached with a bright smile, it had been sixteen years after all. Her father? Why now? Why when she hunted?

Such visions were reserved for night time or bad days, never the hunt.

He ran to her with outstretched arms. Linde noticed nothing. Her fur wasn't raised and she still stared at the rabbit. It truly was just another vision.

H'aanit sat beside Linde and wrapped her arms around the leopard, "Draefendi, mine protector and benefactor, I beg of thee, please sparen me of such sights."

When she opened her eyes again, her father was gone and so too was the rabbit. It must have heard her pray.

"Leten us continue," she muttered.

Her voice was... hoarse. That was the last thing she needed. She couldn't hunt with a dry throat and tears in her eyes.

The leopard by her side rubbed her head against her hand, she wasn't alone. The forest was familiar, she had hunted there her entire life. The trees hardly looked different, the streams, though frozen over, had been visited countless times before and were known to her.

H'aanit continued on her hunt, managing to kill several rabbits. By late afternoon, she had enough for the entire group and then some. The memory of the vision she had seen stuck with her though. When she was ready to turn home, she did not.

"Linde, comen girl," she gestured.

The leopard tried to protest and she pushed and hissed and bit but H'aanit would not have it. They were going to the heart of the forest whether Linde liked it or not.

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She seemed as though she would be hunting, so why had she yet to return?

Everyone else had spent the day with fine ales in the tavern, though Olberic couldn't help but fear for his friend. She had said so little and wandered off without a farewell.

"Have any of you seen H'aanit?" he finally asked.

The table fell silent as they thought.

"She said she had some personal stuff she needed to do and did not want us to follow," Ophilia said.

"Yes, and she's lived here her entire life. I'd imagine she's alive and well, wherever she is," Cyrus added.

Olberic waited some minutes more before he decided it was enough. After retrieving his sword, he went where H'aanit had gone, to the southern wilds that were feared by most.

Just beyond the light of his lantern, he saw horrible things scurry away. Several times did he hear garbled growls but as they did not pursue him, he ignored them. He could not be afraid when searching for his friend, lest he lose focus and get lost.

Snow fell slowly at first but became more intense by the second. The path before him had dissappeared and he had to pray he could still find it when he returned.

"H'aanit!" he called out.

He heard no response, nor did he see her, but to be fair, it was impossible to see anything in the snowy darkness and the lantern hardly helped.

Just then, an animal rubbed its head on his leg.

"Linde!" he cried, seeing the lovely leopard.

He followed when she growled. Over streams and through bushes they went. No path seemed to lead where Linde walked.

Olberic would have missed her if it weren't for Linde. He heard her quiet sobs but could not see her until Linde lead him to a tree. It was larger than most and hollow. Inside it sat H'aanit. She shivered and her skin was blue.

"H'aanit, you're ill, let's go back," he suggested.

"Nay, I-I wishen to see mine family. Mine father was here and if I only wait, he will returnen," she protested.

"You know they are gone," Olberic sighed.

"Nay they are not! I saw mine father and- and he whispered in mine ear, he told me he would retrieven mine mother and mine brothers and we would reuniten and be merry," H'aanit sobbed.

She would die out here in the snow, but she was immovable. Even when she was wrong, it was impossible to argue with her. He sat beside her and warmed her as best he could with his jacket and fire magic (it was a blessing Cyrus had begun to teach him).

"You speak so highly of them, I want to meet them as well!" he announced.

"Truly?"

"But of course, I'd love to spar with your brothers and talk strategy with your parents," he tried his best to smile.

H'aanit wiped the tears from her eyes and leaned on him.

"W-well you m-m-must knowen their names first. Mine f-father ist Feuerborg, he ist often overpr-pr-protective but I supposen that ist h-his nature, as per his name," she started as her teeth clattered.

Olberic only prayed he could make a bigger fire, perhaps make a bonfire and have her sit by it. But the snow poured down like rain, all was cold and wet.

H'aanit paid it no mind. She went on and on about her wonderful family, how she would love to introduce them to her companions and show them what she had  learned since she saw them last. All Olberic could do was listen and pray she would realize they were never coming.

"...Mine eldest brother oft says I should- sho-" she yawned loud, "waken me when they comen."

"Of course," Olberic said.

Her eyes fluttered shut. Judging by the life that returned to her face, she fell asleep from exhaustion rather than hypothermia, though it was clear she was still unwell. The fire and coat truly had helped.

As carefully as he could, Olberic took her in his arms. She was of average build but felt like nothing in his arms. For a moment, he panicked when he remembered the lantern for there was no way to hold it. But always a step ahead, Linde had taken it in her mouth. She walked ahead as she knew the area like she knew H'aanit.

The huntress stirred in her sleep, muttering sweet nothings to a family that would not return. Her dreams seemed sweeter than reality.

When they saw the glow of the town, Olberic nearly cried. He broke into a jog and was at the inn door in mere minutes. He brought her to his room and lit a fire in the hearth before running back to the tavern to find Ophilia.

Not much later, she returned with a diagnosis. Hypothermia. The hallucinations were still a mystery. H'aanit had never once spoken of such things before and they had reason to believe they began long before she became sick.

He did not wish to tell Ophilia, but Olberic had long since figured out what it was. When he lost his comrades in the war, they had often returned in visions to beg him to join them. It was a common but rarely spoken of symptom of being a soldier. Perhaps, the guilt she felt as the only survivor had brought her to a breaking point.

OW PIE WHAT IN THE GOD DAMN

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