#tw: poison

[meglyfer]

// TW: Blood , poisoning

So... I got a bit too silly-

Horror belongs to sour-apple-studios Dust belongs to ask-dusttale

[writingforatwistedworld]

Could I request a self aware neige reacting to us being the definition of a Disney princess? Thanks and have a good day

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, obsession, possessive behavior, manipulation, poison, unhealthy relationship

Player is the definition of a Disney princess

Neige is already pretty naive (if you ask me) but even he had to do a double take when he witnessed you first hand

Animal magnet? Yes. Sunlight that hits you softly from the side like a well-meant cushion thrown by a passive-aggressive friend? Mhm. Choirs of angels in his head? They are living in there without paying rent

Even Neige is somewhere deep down like “mum, easy to abduct, just need sum cookies”

But we don't talk about his darker thoughts here (or at least not yet, point eight should start to get not do cuddly)

I wouldn't be surprised if RSA had something like “save the maiden in danger”-classes

Even if they don't, he will still somehow end up with you on a white horse riding into the sunset

I mean, hello? You thought he will leave alone? Just like that? (He hit you on the head or what??!)

When he saw you for the first time he was weary

Why did you seem so familiar... OH F-*insert un-princely vocabulary* YOU ARE THE OVERSEER!

But then again, how could you not be?

Just look at all the animals. The world is literally fighting for your attention!

So after mister “not so innocent innocence” finally decided that you are the one he always wants to be with he might do some things not so good for his reputation if his fans ever were to find out... unknowingly of course (does that make things better or worse?)

All I can say is, you, the innocent somehow seen as almighty cinnamon roll, believes every word he wipers into your ear

How ironic, Snow White is poisoning you this time... just without the apple and more with words

Before you know it you think that your friends are actually laughing all the gone about you and only see you as a fool

But no need to worry! He is here! Just for you! All you need to do is take his hand and follow him! I just don't know if you will ever see another human soul beside his own after that

[fabseg-reader]

Miraculous minicomic: Nathalie & Gabriel (Alternate scene/Dark Version)

Poisoner Gabriel is back. I've just made a scene between Nathalie and Gabriel in the kitchen.

This can happen during the Season 5 of Miraculous (Between Protection (5.16) and Collusion (5.22)).

A self-confident Nathalie takes the moral high ground. She requests Gabriel to let Adrien lead his own life. while the father has already a business deal with Tomoe: "ship" Adrien and Kagami (but that's commercial goal for the "Perfect World").

Bonus:

I think about a (dark) ML theory: What if Gabriel really poisoned Nathalie with his cooked plates until Representation (5.24)/the Last Day (5.25-5.26) ? He could do it in reason of Nathalie's disobedience/betrayal despite she's already sick because of the damaged Peacock Miraculous.

Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir belongs to Zagtoon.

[snowalwayslandsontop]

"Do you have any idea how good it is to see you?" & "Are you hallucinating?"

"You worry about me too much Sejanus." Coriolanus forced himself into sitting up, the world around him spinning and his stomach churned. He knew Sejanus had every reason to be worried about him, especially in the condition he had found him in last night. He had been a touch foolish, trying a poison that he had been working on for the upcoming Games. He had been alone, everyone else having left for the evening and Sejanus was supposed to be working late at the hospital. How could one know how something worked without trying it? He knew Gaul had used prisoners to test out poisons and torture methods and techniques for the Games as they become more elaborate but it wasn't the same as knowing. As Head Game Maker now, he couldn't leave anything to chance. It was the only way. He had injected himself and didn't have to wait long before the agonising burning pain started and then hallucinations had crept in. Memories of the war, the 10th Games and events in District 12 haunting him before his mind was conjuring up things that had never happened. Mutts attacking and tearing him apart, rebels bombing the Capitol again, Sejanus dying in his arms. Sejanus had found him in the corner of the lab, screaming and shaking and then he couldn't remember much else after that. "No.... I'm not hallucinating anymore. Not unless you're a hallucination right now." Coriolanus forced a hint of a smile that he only ever would have given Sejanus. "It's... it's good to see you too. I didn't mean to make you worry. I thought you were working late at the hospital and I thought I'd be home before you got there."

[thesoulbox]

I was reading one of his fanfics (THEY ARE SO GOOD BTW) and Gregory mentioned that his father died and that apparently, his mother is always busy. I know you only put this with the power of ✨plot✨ but I was thinking: What do you think happened to Gregory's mother in the middle of the mind control thing? (Sorry if this got a typing problem🥲 English is not my first language)

HIII HELLO ANON!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK !! <333

Okay I did kind of think of it a little bit, just for funsies! I'd like to think that Gregory was glitchtrapped a bit after his father died because he was trying to find some kind of escape from the stress of it all, and wowie! He found out about this new secret game at the pizzaplex and he just had to try it! Little did he know that he'd slowly get more and more addicted to it, because he absolutely had to *reach* the end. Becoming obsessed with this new game seemed to push all of his problems aside and relieved him of his stress, so he just kept going until he was eventually glitchtrapped.

But as for his mother and his home life in general, I'd like to think that he had a pretty nice family. His dad was always really silly and goofy and friendly and his mom was very sweet and kind, especially to Gregory. Which totally startled him out of his domestic bliss after his father died in a car wreck on his way back from work.

Ever since tthen, his mother has been taking double shifts at the hospital (I HC THAT SHES A NURSE) in order to make enough money for them all, she doesnt get home until late at night and rarely gets to talk to Gregory anymore, which would obviously stir a bit of pain inside of someone after losing so much and not having much support from the only support figure that he had left.

He saw glitchtrap as a support figure over time, he seemed..pretty nice, and what he said always sounded legit, so he couldn't be all bad right?

But as Gregory delved into the madness, his mother began to notice his increasingly erratic behavior. The sweet boy that she once knew was now much more violent and aggressive, his mood switching at a rapid pace whenever he talked to her. Over time, they began to argue more and more often.

Because Glitchtrap had been feeding him lies to fuel his slight resentment towards his mother, to make it into something bigger. Telling him that his mother did not care for him anymore, that she was a liar, that she was happy that his dad died.

Now typically one wouldn't just outright believe this, but Gregory had been so sucked into it and trusted this rabbit guy so much that he hadn't realized how insane some of the things he said were.

One night after a really bad argument, Gregory goes to apologize to his mother, as sweet as can be. And of course, that's her baby boy right there so she instantly forgives him. He offers to make her something to eat to make up for it, and she lets him, because she'd just gotten home from an all nighter and she was really tired of having fast food.

Glitchtrap had convinced him to get his mother out of the picture, saying that he didn't need her anymore. So he poisoned the food.

He thought it was rather merciful, his mother had died in her sleep and no one had even known it happened until it was too late, he buried her and then never spoke or thought of her again until after he was freed.

...trauma 😭

[sleepy-bi666]

"I should've known something was wrong when I smelt the cinnamon...I'm sorry I didn't realize it, kid." Technoblade says quietly, holding back the enderian's spilt hair away from his face.

Ranboo gags into the trashcan. "I-it's not your fault."

Technoblade sighs. It was his fault, he thought, but Ranboo is too sweet and gentle to think anything of the sort.

Once Ranboo's stomach seems to have calmed down for now, Technoblade helps Ranboo lay down on the couch.

"Get some rest. It's going to get worse before it gets better," Technoblade says.

[five-rivers]

Ancestral 8

There were two more visitors after that.  The Speaker for the Assembly, a woman whose popularity had been derived from her position as poet laureate many years before, and Father Gylefa, who wasn’t quite the head of the rather informal Church of Avlynys.  Like Matthew, they wanted to go over coordination and what, exactly, would be said.  

“Are you sure you want to do this before Alicia gets here?” asked Father Gylefa, tugging at his cross-and-eye necklace in a familiar nervous gesture.

Matthew gave him a long-suffering look.

Father Gylefa raised his hands.  “It would be a reasonable excuse.  I stand by what I said about you needing time to process.”

“The country can’t afford it,” said the Speaker.  “We only stayed out of the economic crisis the Faroes are having by the skin of our teeth and the efforts of the School of Heroes.”  She curled her lip.  “And I just heard from the First Shadow that we have some billionaire tech mogul trying to bully his way through the flight lockdown.”

Danny felt his stomach drop.  Vlad.  Couldn’t he mind his own business for five minutes?  The list of things that Danny didn’t want was very, very long at this point, but he had the impression that Vlad coming to Avlynys would be explosive one way or another.  

(Especially given that harassing a princess was technically still on the books as a capital offense.)

The Speaker looked apologetic, but she continued.  “We need a king.  Or a queen.  And a Secretary, which we can’t elect without a monarch.  I’m a legislator and advisor, I’m not supposed to be directly receiving spy reports.”

“I know,” said Matthew.  “God and all those gone before help me, but I know.”

Father Gylefa patted his shoulder, then looked past him at Danny and Jazz.  “Ah,” he said, “it has been a while, Danny, Jazz.  You’ve grown.”  His expression grew a touch colder.  “Madeline.”  Then, frostier still.  “Mr. Fenton.”

The Church of Avlynys came into being when, upon being given the cover of Henry VIII’s founding of the Church of England, the entire archipelago leapt gleefully into open heresy.  As such, in addition to being only loosely organized, it was also distinctly heterodox… and had been a staunch opponent of witch trials.  

That wasn’t to say it didn’t have problems and had never, ever, participated in any form of religious oppression (it had, sadly).  But it could pull out a very plausible moral high ground now and again.

No one in the family had really approved of Maddie marrying Jack, a ghost hunter.  The extensive background check turning up witch hunters in the family tree hadn’t helped.  

Most of the family had… lost some of their hostility towards Jack over time.  Father Gylefa hadn’t.  

And, unlike the situation with Vlad, Jack was very aware of it.

“Mr. Gylefa,” replied Jack with the exact same intonation.  

“Haha, yeah,” said Danny.  “That’s us, just shooting up.  Maybe we’ll beat the family height record, yeah?”

One of their medieval ancestors was supposed to have been seven feet tall, so…  that was unlikely.  But Danny wasn’t sure what else to say.  

The Speaker sighed.  “I’ll go get things started.  It won’t be long before we call for you, your highnesses, lords and ladies, Mr. Fenton.”

Jack watched her go with an expression of resigned offense.  From there, Father Gylefa made small talk with the rest of the family while Matthew fretted, Maddie watched silently, and Jack attempted to make friendly overtures.  

It was so painful that Danny was almost glad when they were called out into the Assembly Hall, leaving Sophia, Irene and Jack to watch from the doorway.  

The huge room resembled an amphitheater in some ways.  There were seats in curved tiers around the sides of the room, and in the center was a circular raised dais with a small moat-like channel cut between it and the first rank of seats.  The dias had a mosaic map of Avlynys set into it, the nine islands picked out in surprising detail.  

The Assembly itself didn’t take up all of the seats.  In less grim circumstances, the upper ranks would be filled with a wide variety of observers, from schoolchildren, to lobbyists, to would-be politicians, to ordinary citizens there on a whim.  Right now, the only observers were local journalists and a singular camera crew.

(Danny hoped that no one he knew back in Amity watched the governmental news channels of tiny nordic countries as a hobby.  This was the first time he and Jazz were publicly appearing as part of the royal family, and he hadn’t really thought through what that entailed.)

Behind the seats, the walls of the hall were filled with traditional Avlynyse heraldry.  The Tree and Pond, nine stars picked out among the curling branches and reflected in the blue-green waters.  The Ancestors’ Eye, bright green and multiplied.  The Nine Sisters, standing on the islands they anthropomorphized like stepping stones.  The Hero’s Arms, rendered variously as a spear and scroll or a knife and a book.  

It was an impressive room.  Not as big as parliament, or congress, but still impressive.  

Also very intimidating.

The family gathered around the edge of the dais, with Matthew standing tall in the middle of their line.

The Speaker walked out along the walkway to the center of the dais and began to speak.  “Hyr, todag, sy folk sal coronyn Mathyw Alfryd sy Bisige yf sy Hys Dyryse Avlynyse, Sunn Ynyse…”

Danny mentally translated for himself: Here, today, the people shall crown Mathyw Alfryd the Diligent of the House of Dyrys of Avlynys, Son of the Isles, Blood of Kings and Heroes.  Are there any of the House of Dyrys who would oppose this?  One who speaks would call those of the blood to bear witness.

There was a beat of silence.

“Athlyng Yonna Loryn Dyrys Avlynyse, do thou beryn wytnes?”

Lovely thing about Avlynys was that everyone born there had a completely legal English name, and an equally legal Avlynyse name.  

Joanna stepped forward, spine ruler-straight, hands clasped in front of herself.  “Yn beryn wytnes ekyn sagyn no agyn.”  I bear witness and say nothing in opposition.

“Athlyng Madlyn Myra Dyrys Avlynyse, do thou beryn wytnes?”

Maddie took her place next to her cousin.  “Yn beryn wytnes ekyn sagyn no agyn.”

“Ledyn Yugyn Kartyr Dyrys, do thou beryn wytnes?”

Eugene took his place significantly more gingerly.  “Yn beryn wytnes ekyn sagyn no agyn.”

“Ledyn Lwys Theydyr Dyrys, do thou beryn wytnes?”

Lewis nodded before answering.  “Yn beryn wytnes ekyn sagyn no agyn.”

“Ledyn Irys Yvlyn Dyrys, Ledyn Georg Lyk Dyrys, do thou beryn wytnes?”

The twins moved forward together.  Born at the same time, they had the same rank in traditional rituals.  “Yn beryn wytnes ekyn sagyn no agyn,” they said together.

“Ledyn Leo Alfryd Dyrys, do thou beryn wytnes?”

“Yn beryn wytnes ekyn sagyn no agyn,” said Leo, his voice cracking.  He looked past Lewis and the twins to where Vivian would usually stand during something like this.

“Ledyn Yazmyn Roz Dyrys, do thou beryn wytnes?”

There was some whispering from the Assembly, but Jazz stepped forward, leaving Danny alone at the edge of the dais except for Matthew, apparently unaffected.  “Yn beryn wytnes ekyn sagyn no agyn.”  She broke protocol by just a hair to look back at Danny.  

“Ledyn Dannyl Ymaz Dyrys, do thou beryn wytnes?”

Danny, full of nerves, almost tripped over his own feet, but he managed to reach his assigned place.  “Yn beryn wytnes ekyn sagyn no agyn,” he said, echoing all the others, but very aware of how American his accent was.  What else was he going to say?  That he should be declared king?  

That was ridiculous.  

The Speaker bowed to them, “So, kumyn, Athlyng Mathyw.  Syon thy folk.”

Matthew walked past them, to the opposite edge of the dias.

“Athlyng Mathyw, wel thou sweryn…”  Prince Mathyw, will you swear to your people to serve and defend them, in all ways written in the law, in body and spirit?  To lead them in the dark and the light?”

As far as binding oaths went, Danny thought it was simple and elegant.  The metaphor might be used by someone being a literal genie like, say, Desiree, but as far as humans went, it was understandable and clear.  

“Yn wel sweryn so,” replied Matthew.  

The Speaker nodded sharply, and called for the Cup of the Oath.  The Cupbearer - yes, it was an official position, but it didn’t hold all that much responsibility… or at least, it hadn’t - hurried in from the wings, holding up the ancient gold goblet.  Other aides followed in his wake, moving to distribute more modern glasses among the Assembly.  

Danny hardly noticed them, however.  His attention was on the furious and frightened-looking ghosts following the Cupbearer.  Danny hadn’t even noticed when Vivian and Gwensyvyr had slipped away, too caught up with his own nerves, but now…

Vivian flew up into his face, teeth bared, cuts on her skin bleeding pink.  Danny looked at her, looked at Gwensyvyr’s broad and exaggerated pointing at the goblet, looked at Matthew, who was even now reaching out to take it, reached a conclusion, and made a decision.  

“Wait!” he said, stumbling forward, one hand raised.  “Stop!”

One of the servers dropped a wineglass.  Matthew turned to face him, every inch of his skin drenched in consternation.  Maddie grabbed his elbow and dragged him back into line, albeit in the wrong spot.

“Don’t,” said Maddie, quietly.  “You don’t want to expose yourself to the pol–”

“I’m probably just being paranoid,” said Danny, loudly, clearly, projecting his voice.  He tried not to look at the ghosts, more than one of whom had taken on a distinct posture of relief.  “But, cousin…  Will you test it?  Before you drink?  Just in case.”

The Cupbearer’s mouth, already open, dropped even further.  “I tested it!” he objected. 

“Danny,” said Matthew, quietly, clearly trying to salvage the situation.  “Dannyl, we’ve tested everything here dozens of times, after what… happened.  It’s fine.”

The ghosts seemed to think otherwise.

Danny pulled away from Maddie and took a couple quick steps forward, wanting to make his case again - or be in a position to knock away the cup if Matthew suddenly grabbed it - whereupon the Cupbearer threw the contents of the goblet at Danny.  

Wine dripped down his face.  

Matthew inhaled deeply and pressed his hands together as if praying for patience.  Danny wasn’t paying too much attention, having noticed something much more disturbing than Matthew reaching the end of his rope.  

“Your Majesty,” squeaked the Cupbearer.  “I’m so sor–” 

“Not crowned yet,” said Matthew.  “Danny–”

“I can’t feel my skin,” said Danny.  Belatedly, he remembered basic lab safety - a common problem in his family, apparently - and started stripping off the clothes that had been soaked by the wine.

“Oh, god,” said Maddie, barely audible.  

“What?”  

“I can’t feel my skin,” said Danny.  “I’m going numb.  I can’t - ow, heck.”  Formal clothes were hard to get off when your vision was doing funny things.  

“Medics!” snapped Matthew and there was a small commotion that Danny could hear but not see.  “Security, arrest this man!”

“Sir, we have to move you to a safer location.”

“I will not–”

“Danny–”  

“Don’t!”  Danny told Jazz.  “I don’t want you to get any of this on you.”

“Danny, are you–?”

“Dad, don’t!”  The words came out slurred.  The wine was still on his face, on his hands, dripping and dribbling down his neck.  Was it safe to use his clothing to try and wipe it off?

Danny could feel his heart and breathing start to slow.  Not to the point where it was dangerous to him, but he didn’t like the implications.  

“Jazz,” he said, “my kit–”

“I’ll bring it to you, as soon as I can.”

“Sir?” said someone.  “My name is Emily, and I’m trained in first aid.  If you could turn towards me…”

[ever-winter]

@ninebow asked:

“  it feels like i can’t breathe i—  ”

[to dottore!]

MORE INJURY PROMPTS BC REASONS

Well, if he were to be honest, this wasn't the most ideal of targets, given that their presence would be missed rather quickly, but at the same time a generals stamina and overall ability to remain alive could also be to his benefit, and at this point he didn't have the time to be too picky with whom it was that he was taking back with him, as the boat would be leaving Sumeru rather soon - now that the other segments within the Nation were gone, it was time for him to head on back home. Allow one of the others to deal with the slight complicated mess that he left behind in his wake. Abandoned labs hidden under the forest and by the maze of the natural cave networks to lay underneath Sumeru, would currently be full of confusion at the sudden death of the segment there - and the lack of direction on what was to happen to those specimens still living within such facilities. All boring work that others could take care of ~ but he'd decided to set up a small trap, mostly for fun. A small gift to take back home ~ he just wasn't quite expecting this to have been the result.

"Well, if you keep fighting against the effects, it's only going to hurt even more. It's best to give in by this point", he explained as he stepped out from the spot he'd been taking shelter, the spores that hung thick in the air seeming not to affect him as he addressed Cyno, "I would have thought one such as yourself would have been a little more careful. The forest is full of all types of hazards, after all".

[thatartistshar0n]

TW/CW: mentions of murder and yandere-ness, some gore-ish stuff too but it's not all that explicit

ft: amber being insane asf

Have you ever imagined the rescue team, like, as yanderes? Or just insane in general? Yeah, Poli, Roy and even Helly would be scary as yanderes but have ya'll ever imagined how freaking terrifying Amber would be?

Like she knows her way around with medicine, she's probably an expert with poison and has had to deal with it in the past too. So she must know how to kill her victims with poison easily, right?

And think of the surgery tools that she (probably, maybee) has, she could easily stab and cut open- well you can fill in the blanks

and i think this would fit better in the humanized au too

i obviously know this is very ooc, but it's just a fun thought, it is spooky month after all

[tickledpink31]

Perks of Minako's curse Part 2

(Warning: A gratuitous consumption of poison)

Just a bit of an add-on to this. Commenters on Ao3 gave me a few ideas.

Like Kalim, Minako can detect poison, but unlike Kalim, she won't die ingesting poison. She becomes a regular guest of Scarabia parties because of this, and it's mandatory that she gets the first taste of every dish. If anyone were ever given a poisoned or laced dish without any meat (cuz Minako is still vegetarian), the food immediately becomes a part of Minako's food rations

I imagine that it's like this hilarious fanart, but instead it's Kalim dumping his laced lentil soup into Minako's mouth.

During the Pomefiore arc, Vil nearly tears his hair out in a fit of rage that the fatty and sugary foods that he cast "Fairest One of All" on is still safe for Minako to eat. She was seen smugly eating the tart that Trey gifted her and carrying on with her day like normal.

Lilia's cooking is almost the same situation with Minako's feelings on rancid food, but it's still an acquired taste. She eats Lilia's cooking anyway as a show of dominance and to strike fear into the hearts of Sebek and the rest of the Diasomnia students.

Minako cooking up her noxious recipes gives me iZombie cooking scenes vibes minus the cannibalism on brains. Her food looks incredibly appetizing that it's no wonder that Grim and Ruggie drool over them despite knowing that what she cooked up would kill them.

And speaking of Ruggie, boy does he wish he had Minako's immunity. He'd be able to make poisonous berries and plants a part of his diet.

Crewel is a little uneasy about his daughter, I mean his student continuing to rely on lethal berries and plants for food even after he forced Crowley to give Minako a more sufficient wage. He later concludes that Minako is a lost cause as he watches her munch on her candied lantana flowers and spread nightshade jam on her scone during their afternoon tea time.

Sam is an enabler, advertising various poisons in his shop as tasty condiments only for Minako.

"Hey, this'll taste great on salads!"

Jade is enabler #2 and is amused by Minako's taste for poisonous flora. Surely, she understands the beauty of mushrooms. He and her are happily cooking, or "stinking up the kitchen" as Floyd calls it, making every mushroom dish in the book—death cap pasta, skullcap pizza, cream of destroying angel mushroom soup, jack o' lantern risotto, you name it!

Jade won't dare to eat any of what they made, but he likes to watch Minako's eyes light up when she takes a bite out of the pasta. He had a great day: a date with the lovely dorm leader of Mugglesworth and cooking with mushrooms.

Rook is enabler #3. You can't tell me that he doesn't poison the tips of his arrows. He shows her his collection of wolfsbane juice and even gives Minako a sample to drink. He takes her down to the Pomefiore lab and the place temporarily becomes a bar where Minako can experiment on making mocktails. Upon seeing her down ten tubes of potions, the Pomefiore students are either feeling irked, horrified, or more attracted to this girl (Vil feels a mix of all three).

If the Beautiful Queen were here, she'd probably be shaking in her high heels at this horrid little girl that thrives on the taste of poison.

[writingforatwistedworld]

I reread the Rook ask with a tailor player and immediately saw the potential.

What if the player was a famous tailor and designer back in their world, that loved to make outfit and jewelry for their lover ? Like imagine the player using their knowledge of Disney to make a set of clothes and jewelries inspired by their villains counterpart. Like Vil get a whole fairest Queen inspired wardrobe, that is like the most accurate thing ever coupled with the matching jewelry. (And of course some others clothes that have nothing to do with it. The boy deserve variety.)

With Vil/Malleus/Leona. Pretty please ? 😚

(I swear I smell the potential for an AU or smth like that but I promise to behave and not flood your ask with it.)

Oh yes. THE POTENTIAL! (But seriously, people who are able to make clothing are so talented! Ever tried to sew a simple shirt? That stuff more complicated than it looks like.)

Dw about flooding my requests when they are open again. Just do it. I don't mind.

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, imprisonment, possessiveness, poison, religion, obsession, kidnapping, stalking

Leona Kingscholar/Vil Schoenheit/Malleus Draconia-Darling who is a talented tailor

Usually Leona isn't someone who cares how he looks like as long as his clothing feels comfortable and doesn't get in his way

Keyword: usually

You see, that t-shirt you once made him is just so precious to him

Not that he would show that

He just might make sure that it doesn't get damaged or dirty if that can be avoided

And then you make him more clothing

His closer was never so full before you came...

Don't worry about the expenses though, he gives you always money in return

But oh dear, please save the poor soul who would damage it in any way

I can only say, all that Sand in Savanaclaw hasn't always been sand... (you catch my drift, right?)

And you might do send him signals of likin him

Under normal circumstances this would be all fine and dandy...

But we are talking here about characters that know that they are 2D ok? It's never that simple...

He will be everywhere

Following you around, watching you...

And back home you are known as “that one stranger who has made uncle Leona weird”

Be happy that they don't know that you are the Overseer

At least not yet

If someone else were to get clothing then he would make sure that they would be shredded into notingness

Only he is allowed to get them!

Just... don't stop making them. It's one of the few things which keep him in check

All those expensive brands? Now trash in his eyes

He has received clothing and jewelry from perfection themselves!

Maybe he doesn't need to use that love potion... *ahem* what?

But let's start from the beginning

One day you gave him just a small piece...

And now you are doing his entire wardrobe

He loves that one outfit which is based on the Fairest queen

Is that you telling him that he has finally reached her level??!

Like Leona, we can only wish the poor soul which damages those pieces in any pieces well

But no, Vil won't make them disappear without any trace

For that he is too haughty

He will publicly humiliate them to such an extent that they won't dare to set a foot outside of their home

And if that doesn't work... there are surely potions that can torment you to such a extent that you... Ok let's stop here

By the way, when was the last time you went out of your room and didn't sew?

Vil knows that you can't leave when he tells you that he “trusts you so much” and “needs that jacket plus the fitting earring till tomorrow”

Catching on? He will use your passion to keep you isolated

Like this he is not only the only person with whom you have contact but also the one you will always think about

If you were to say no though... once more, potion (this is getting old, isn't it?)

He will flaunt the things you make but when someone asks him where he got them they will experience such a nasty glare... Vil, this isn't good for your career...

Also, shouldn't you feel grateful that you are able to make clothing for the Vil Schoenheit?

Just don't make rings, he might misunderstand that for more than a friendly gesture

The price of Vils brand clothing? Cheap rags in comparison to what he wears on a daily basis

And then suddenly the royal tailor doesn't get any more requests from him anymore

Meanwhile, the future king of Briar Valley is screaming about presents from the Overseer

I'm not joking, screaming

Malleus doesn't just have problems with being way too obsessed (which is already bad enough in itself) but also believes that you are courting him

Something self-made with heart....

And oh, you need some red stone? Take this ruby here. Don't worry about it's worth

Yes, he promises you the world on a silver tablet every time you give him something new

And then you tailor him something which is inspired by his ancestor...

You might make him cry from happiness

Lilia is screaming, Sebek is screaming, Malleus is screaming and Silver would scream if he would be awake

But he doesn't dare to wear these on everyday occasions

Oh no

Only for special things

Like that one gathering of the Faes which ended with them bowing in front of a coat you once made for him

Be prepared to be spoiled in riches

Faes always repay their debts but this is something else for the monarch

He just wants to court you too, isn't this cute?

Oh God....

Don't give him too much in too little time

Otherwise you might find yourself in a unfamiliar tower with a spindle, sewing equipment, all kinds of diamonds and a lot of fabric woven from the most expensive material

Yes that spindle is the spindle

[fabseg-reader]

Miraculous minicomic: Pretension (Alternate scene/Dark version)

I've made a post about an eventual scene from the episode Pretension (5.19). The scene when Gabriel tries to dissuade Marinette to not date with Adrien his son in exchange of her dreams of designer.

For this version, Gabriel prepares a 'special pancake' for Marinette and he hopes she could accept it.

His plan B: To intoxicate the 'bad influence' because of her proximity with Adrien.

He holds a raticide in his hand.

Of course, like in the canon, Marinette declines Gabriel's offer.

Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir belongs to Zagtoon.

Bonus: Here is Gabriel in cooking session (in two different expressions)

Left: 'Good Daddy' form Right: Evil form

[masonshmason]

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Helluva Boss (Web Series) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blitzo/Stolas  Characters: Blitz, Stolas, Loona  Summary:

After the office closes for the night, Blitz is attacked by strangers wielding more than just plain knives. Lucky for him, Loona doesn't listen when he tells her not to call Stolas. The owl doesn't keep all those plants around for decorative reasons. Loona and Stolas get the chance to bond as extended family. (Gratuitous Blame the Hero reference included.)

[madmanwonder]

Ask

Original male AU crossover AU college AU student au

Student Reijuu, is it true that when Student Issei held the mistletoe over your head, you didn’t just kiss him, you made out worh him heavily.

Reijuu: I give him pleasure...and poison that gives him acute and severe cases of diarrhea

[trcstme]

@forthewinn

It seems like life has been kicking Sarah's ass lately. It's been at least three months since she decided she'd overstayed her welcome at Casey's place and had reserved her old room at the hotel. Not that she's actually been spending much of her time there. She's in castle at all hours. Her sleep schedule is royally fucked, it's practically nonexistent. But she's good at running on fumes. She can last through being overtired. It's not something that'll throw her for a loop.

So, that's what she assumes her headache is brought on by as she's putting her equipment away back at castle after a mission. It had been this upper crust party. She'd been in a gorgeous gown, and her weaponry had been well hidden. Chuck had been posing as her date, Casey was a bartender. He can't really sell the image of cater waiter. It had gone well. It was a complete success. They'd chatted a few people up, kept it charming and brief. Shared a few dances with some people. They got in and they got out with what they'd been looking for.

And now that she's not in work mode, everything seems to be catching up with her. The exhaustion that seems to be seeping bone deep, and the headache that just keeps building with everything she does. She's almost all the way packed up, and she's planning to head back to the hotel, pop an aspirin and sleep it off. But she's faced with an unexpected interruption.

Castle is like a revolving door these days. With so many people in on Chuck's secret, Morgan, Ellie, Awesome, it really could be a who's who of people coming down the stairs. But she's still surprised to see Winn coming down, especially this late.

Everything on that front has been slow going. She's kept her distance, she's just Chuck's coworker. The agent that helped to rescue Winn after Kami's little stunt. And she's passed on invites to events that she figures Winn would be at. It's just too hard, and she doesn't want to push her presence on him to try and force some kind of memory out of him. And Ellie has hit a bit of a standstill with the Intersect glasses. At least, that's what she's been hearing when she checks in.

But she still knows how to be polite, that hasn't gone anywhere. Even with her lack of sleep.

"Hey Winn." She says, a pleasant smile in place as she grabs her hoodie from the back of one of the rolling chairs. "If you’re looking for Chuck, I think he’s in the armory with Casey.”

The two of them had been talking about something, disagreeing is probably the right word for it. She couldn’t say what it was about. She was trying to block them out as she was dealing with the beginning stages of this migraine. But it’s not an uncommon enough occurrence for Chuck and Casey to be disagreeing. It’s just their thing.

[bearsinpotatosacks]

Day 3 of Benthan Week 2022 - Hurt/Comfort

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Benji sat down with a sigh, his legs were aching from running so far. Luther was all the way across the other side of the city and after they’d already ran five miles in almost half an hour, Benji couldn’t take running another ten right now.

This mission was meant to be simple, they all were, but this was exceedingly simple. Go in, get a file, get out. The building was meant to be closed. No one was meant to be in. It was meant to be a simple mission, simple enough that they could debrief and actually get a few days off to spend some time together as a couple.

But then some people were working late, important people doing important, almost definitely illegal, things. Which meant that security guards were in, so they couldn’t just sneak in like they wanted.

Ethan sat down next to him. For once, he was looking worse for wear than Benji was. A sluggish sheen of sweat shimmered on his face. His eyes were closed as he panted. 

“You alright?” He asked. 

Ethan gulped hard, made it look painful, “I’m fine.”

Benji pulled the file out from under his shirt and settled back against the wall.

“No offense, but you don’t look fine.”

He gulped again and let out a groan. 

“I’m getting old, that’s all,” he said. “Can’t run a six minute mile and be fine afterwards, I’m not twenty anymore.”

Benji laughed, “Really? You still look it.”

Ethan laughed. More sweat trickled down his forehead in beads. He pulled at his collar a few times, flapping it to start a breeze on his flushed face. 

Benji rummaged around in his pocket for a second. He swore he had some gum in here. He always tried to keep some, just in case the anxiety got too bad in a tight spot, something to distract his brain from the sense of impending doom, shock him into being calmer. 

Pulling it out, he turned to Ethan, “Gum?”

He shook his head as Benji placed a stick in his mouth. The shocking mint hit him as he watched the traffic go by. They’d stopped outside a florist. The night was thick and the scent of flowers mixed with the sparking atmosphere of the night. 

In the city, he couldn’t see the stars, it was one of the major things he missed about his little rural town in England, apart from his family, but he had a new one now. One that didn’t make him feel insecure about being who he was, one that were okay with risking their lives because they believed in something, one that cared about him no matter what.

It had taken him a while to accept that people could care for him properly. His self esteem was at rock bottom for most of his teen years, it wasn’t until he reached his mid thirties that he started to force himself to believe that he actually was the same person that everyone cared about. He had to learn to love himself, hype himself up and understand that he could still make mistakes and be loved.

Ethan had played a major role in that. He could tell he liked to make sure the people he cared about knew that they were worth it. He’d accepted long ago that his life may be cut short. So, he had to make the most of the time that he had and make sure people knew that he loved them.

With a smile, he cracked his gum. Luther would get here in a few minutes, he wasn’t even on this mission, was given an impromptu phone call. He had been on a date, and would have plenty to say about them splitting up another chance of having some resemblance of a normal life. 

He turned back to Ethan. His stomach dropped.

The sweat on Ethan’s face had sank into his shirt. His skin was tinged green under the harsh light of the streetlights. His eyes were half closed and breath came out in wheezes.

“Ethan!” Benji exclaimed. “What happened? Why didn’t you say anything?”

He slumped onto Benji shoulder. His hair was sticky and wet but he didn’t care.

“Didn’t want you to worry, it’s nothing.”

His voice was quiet, soft and grumbly. Benji shook him, gently slapped his face as he started to grow heavier on his shoulder.

“Think I might’ve been poisoned, though,”

“Poisoned? How?”

Ethan blinked slowly and lay heavier onto Benji’s shoulder. This was starting to concern him. Poison wasn’t something you could just sleep off. If he was losing consciousness, then that could only mean he was close to the end.

“‘Member when I fought those guards, around where we got the file?”

Benji nodded. He had to remind himself to breathe. Him panicking wouldn’t fix this.

“Turns out that taser the guard had, wasn’t a taser,”

“Fuck.” Was all he could say and Ethan slipped further down.

His head fell onto his lap. There were goosebumps on his arms, hair stood on end as he whined. 

“Ethan, stay with me,” Benji said. “I’m going to call Luther, tell him to hurry the fuck up.”

Ethan nodded but it was barely a movement. Every part of him was getting still, giving into the night which seemed so much colder than it did a second ago. This was all happening so fast, too fast. It didn’t seem real. 

Ethan always got out of these situations, he always got up and Benji would give a sigh of relief. He wasn’t actually meant to die. Not from a fight with a guard. If he did have to die, it would be dramatic, someone like Lane getting revenge, or some other bad guy they’d faced. Not someone they didn’t even know the name of. It was almost an insult. Ethan Hunt, the great IMF agent, brought down by a simple biological hack.

“What is it?” Luther said through the phone.

“It’s Ethan, he was hit with some kind of poison, he’s almost lost consciousness but I’m trying to keep him awake.” Benji blurted, panic was getting the better of him.

“Okay, I’ll speed it up.” Luther said. “You still outside the florists?”

“Yeah,” 

“Alright, I’ll be there, hold on.”

The call ended and Benji turned back to Ethan. His eyelids were flickering shut. Something sticky was coming out of his mouth. It was like blood but orange, and didn’t smell bad enough to be vomit.

“Ethan, did you hear that, hey?”

He picked up his hand and squeezed it. It was getting cold, and clammy. Not a good sign.

“Luther’s on his way, you’ve just got to hold a bit longer, you can do that,”

Ethan raised his eyebrows, stretching his eyelids as he tried to open them. Once he finally did, his eyes were red like he’d been crying, pupils were dilated and tears were welling up, falling onto his cheeks. 

“Benji,” he spluttered. “Love you.”

“Wait, wait, wait, I know what that means, Ethan, stay with me!”

Ethan’s eyes fluttered open and shut again. His breath quickend as more of that sticky, coppery liquid came out of his mouth. He groaned and shivered. 

Benji ripped off his jacket and lay it on his trembling form, “You can tell me you love me when we get to the hospital, yeah? We’re not far from it, I remember the sirens going past as we ran, you’ll be okay, yeah?”

He wasn’t sure if he was saying it to himself or Ethan at this point. Ethan was barely paying attention. His head lolled about on Benji’s lap as he rocked. Benji combed through his sweat drenched hair, he didn’t care if his hand was a sticky mess, he needed Ethan to be okay. 

“Come on, you’ve got to stick with me, we’ve got to finish the Star Trek movies, we’ve got to watch Search for Spock, we’ve got to see how the crew recover from Spock’s death, come on!”

In hindsight, that probably wasn’t a good time to mention Star Trek. They’d arranged to finish off the Star Trek films on their time off after their mission. Ethan had been crying buckets at the end of Wrath of Khan, he had a thing for Spock, Benji had only half teased him for having a thing for smart people who could kick ass, and hadn’t been okay with him dying. So probably not the best time to mention death, when he was dying in his arms.

“Ethan, please,” 

His hand weakened in his clasp. His eyes flickered a few more times. He spluttered, bringing up more coppery fluid as he tried to form words around the pain.

“Benji.” He looked him directly in the eye now. “I love you.”

Benji’s mouth faltered. The words didn’t come at first but he had to force them to come.

“I love you, too.”

Ethan went limp. His eyes fell shut.

Benji’s mind fell into a fog. He only realised now that his heart was beating so fast that it could burst right out of his chest. There was sweat on his own forehead now. 

His body worked on autopilot. Hands reached to Ethan’s wrist as he felt for his pulse. A slow, barely present, beating against his fingertips. He was alive.

Benji fell back on his heels. This all happened so fast. The gum in his mouth had gone bland in the panic, but now he chewed faster. The anxiety, the deep dread that maybe he’d still be too late, that now that Ethan was unconscious, he may never wake up, filled him. 

Because this was no fairytale. Ethan wasn’t Snow White or Sleeping Beauty, although with his looks he certainly could be. This was the real world and irreversible comas led to life support being turned off. True love’s kiss wouldn’t solve this.

But he could try, a crazy thought came to him. Because maybe it was the anxiety or maybe he was just desperate. But Luther was nowhere to be seen, Ethan was still dying in his arms, and this might be his only chance to make a difference.

He caressed his sweaty cheek. Stray hairs were stuck to the skin, he stroked them away as he rubbed his cheekbone. It was almost like he was sleeping on a particularly hot day. It could almost be romantic, until he remembered why he was asleep, and the fact that he was lying on the dirty pavement surrounded by empty bottles and piss stains. 

Still moving his thumb in circles, he lent down slowly and lay a gentle kiss on Ethan’s lips. The coppery liquid tasted of bile. His own tears, and both of their sweat, mixed and made for a rather disgusting taste in his mouth but he didn’t care.

He lay another kiss where his thumb had been. Then on the other cheek, and his nose and forehead and chin, then back on his mouth again.

Ethan didn’t move. His breaths grew fainter. There was no expression on his face. Not peace. Not frustration. Just empty, growing emptier. 

The screeching sound of tires came around the corner. Luther in a shining black car, Benji had no energy to identify it, came to their rescue and ran out to help him.

“How long’s he been out?” 

“Not long.”

Luther helped Benji get up then picked up Ethan’s feet from his loose grasp on him. He tutted under his breath.

They placed him on the back seat. Luther opened up the passenger door but he declined. He didn’t want to leave Ethan, and besides, if they left him there to roll around, he’d just get hurt more. 

Pulling away, Luther sped up what Benji knew was past the speed limit. Neither cared. For once, he was okay with the IMF’s scary amount of control. He didn’t want to have to deal with a speeding ticket, not now.

As they turned the corner, Luther looked back at him. 

“We’ve got time.” He said. “We can save him.”

Benji only nodded. He had to believe him. Not out of any faith in their team and their affinity for luck, but because he didn’t want to deal with the idea that he’d lost the love of his life in five, unexpected, minutes.

~~~

 

Luther entered the room, "Coffee?"

Benji looked up from his spot next to Ethan’s bed. The adrenaline from anxiety had well worn off by now. He was becoming part of the chair but was wired enough not to be able to fall asleep. 

"Thanks," 

It was a simple black coffee, shitty hospital quality, but tasted like heaven. Hot on the tongue, caffeine hitting him just right. It eased off the muddled soup of half formed thoughts that he couldn’t grasp.

Ethan was still unconscious. The steady beating of the heart monitor kept the worst of the anxiety at bay. He was stable, not healthy, but alive.

"Has the doctor come back?" Luther asked.

Benji shook his head, "Hasn't come back since they took his bloods."

He placed his coffee on the side table and loosely grasped Ethan's hand. He was less sweaty now, swaddled in sterile blankets and warm in the comfortable conditions of the hospital. 

There was a chance now that Ethan would live. The doctors had taken away various samples, especially of the mysterious coppery bile coming from his mouth. He was hooked up to a drip and looked more human again. The green tinge to his skin was gone, face was fuller. He was more Ethan.

"How are you doing?" Luther asked.

"As good as I can be, I guess," he replied. "Trying not to panic because there's not much I can do."

Luther took a long slurp of his coffee. Bags were setting in under his eyes. They'd been here for a few hours with no major results. 

"Strange thing is," Benji said. "I'm almost used to waiting in hospitals."

Luther laughed. He'd known Ethan the longest and had plenty of stories of all the miraculous ways he'd gotten himself hurt.

"You don't have to tell me, I might as well have a medical degree with how many hours I've spent sitting next to his bedside." 

They laughed together. Benji appreciated having company. Luther was a comforting presence with all of his experience. He knew how to relax, or at least appear calm, and was a good shoulder to cry on. Although that didn't mean he was immune to the stress of all this.

Benji turned back to Ethan. Nothing. For five hours now, nothing. Not even a twitch of the eyes or sharp exhale. 

"Maybe we should go, get some sleep," Luther suggested. "I'll call Jane, she's in the area apparently and would be happy to sit with him."

Benji pondered for a moment. Ethan really didn't seem to be making much progress. And despite the voice in his head telling him he was a traitor for leaving, he'd done this enough times to know that he should look after himself, Ethan would definitely want him to. 

"Alright."

He stretched up, felt his age in his bones, and drank the dregs of his coffee. Ethan was being looked after here, Benji wasn't. The idea of his bed was becoming very appealing. Leaning down, he lay a kiss on his hand, then his cheek. 

"Night, Ethan," he whispered.

He picked up his jacket from the back of the chair and nodded to Luther, who nodded back after texting Jane. They were halfway to the door when he heard a weak groan.

"Benji, Luther-" It was Ethan's voice, strained and tired. "Where you goin'?"

~~~

Ethan, now sat upright against his pillows, squinted against the soft hospital lighting. They'd almost dissolved into panic after he awoke. It had been such a change. Fully unconscious to awake in seconds. Ethan was nothing if not surprising. 

The doctor had rushed to get his bloods sorted. Now he was awake, they needed even more to understand what it was that had affected him so strangely.

What had truly confused them all was that there were barely any traces of the poison left in his system. That's why he'd woken up. 

Benji jolted up from where he was slumped on Ethan's shoulder. Luther was asleep on another chair, Ethan was blinking himself awake as he stared at the television, on a low volume for the other patients.

The doctor walked in with a gentle smile on his face. There were papers in his hands and bags under his eyes.

"Mr Hunt?" He said. "We have your samples back and have found some interesting results."

He shuffled up the bed and shook himself awake. 

"Interesting?"

"Yes, we don't know the poison, and it was shown to draw out nutrients in the body for respiration and digestion of important molecules for respiration." He flicked a few pages. "But what we have found is what stopped the poison from having more harmful effects."

"What do you mean?" Benji asked, now feeling more awake.

"Well, poisons of this kind don't usually stop of their own accord,"

Confused, Benji asked, "So what did stop it?"

"This may sound strange but we found a chemical in your saliva, and traces in your blood, of a chemical commonly found in chewing gum,"

Benji froze. Did that mean, could it be, that his kiss had actually worked? Surely not. This was no fairytale. A kiss didn't save lives. Although it technically wasn't the kiss that saved Ethan, it was the gum.

"Were you chewing gum at any point last night?" The doctor asked. 

Ethan shook his head then looked at Benji. Luther didn't know what was going on, Benji could tell by the look on his face. 

"You were chewing gum, right Benji?"

He nodded. Blood rushed to his face. This was getting rather embarrassing. 

"But how did the chemical get into my-" his eyes widened as he realised how he was saved. "You kissed me?"

"Yes," Benji mumbled. "Wanted to say goodbye."

Ethan chuckled, so did Luther. The doctor seemed to be fighting to keep some of his professional resolve.

"Not anything to do with sleeping beauty?"

Benji shook his head. It wasn't a total lie. He did want to say goodbye. But he also wasn't going to admit that for a moment he lived in a fairytale, and had a wild hope that a kiss could solve everything.

"Not at all?"

Benji glared at Ethan, but he doubted it had much effect with his tomato red face. 

"Well, whatever it was, it saved his life," the doctor looked at Benji. "You should be proud."

He clasped Ethan’s hand again. If he was here, alive and healthy, that's all that matters, he didn't care how embarrassing his methods were.

"We'll keep you in for the rest of the night, just to make sure your condition doesn't get worse again, but after that you should be fine."

He left them in peace. Luther stretched himself awake and rubbed his eyes.

"I don't know about you but I'm beat," he said. "I'm going to go home and sleep on something made for sleeping in."

They laughed again. Now Ethan was awake, Benji was feeling reluctant to go home. But at the reminder of his bed, the fatigue that already had its clutches on him fully took control. 

After waving Luther off, Ethan turned to Benji and smiled. He could tell he was tired too. They all were.

"Go home, Benji, I'll be fine."

He kissed his hand, "For once, I won't disagree with you."

Leaning down, he lay another kiss on his cheek. He tried to fight off flashbacks to earlier. Ethan wasn’t on the street, he was happy and here. He'd be fine.

"I'll see you in the morning," he whispered, kissing him once more. "Get some rest, you."

Ethan gave him one last smile, stroked his cheek lazily, "Hopefully I won't need another true love’s kiss to wake me, hey?"

"Shut up." His face flushed again and he pulled away. 

Tonight had been a tricky, tiresome night. As much as he wanted Ethan to be home, or to stay with him all night, he had to rest. Although he did hope that Ethan’s sleep wouldn't be eternal. 

I quite liked writing this, I just love Ethan getting hurt, okay? Hope you enjoyed this!