#tw:implied death

[is-it-gabriel]

👀+ have you ever been in love?

" Yeah I have. It's a long story and I actually have no idea if she actually loved me or the me I had presented to her. It's too late for any of that now" @beautyxnthefire

[ryebread-x]

More Myth Retelling!Sigyn headcanons I have

This is mainly about my myth retelling! Sigyn and some Logyn headcanons, too.

- Like I said in my last post, Sigyn doesn't get along with most of the other gods. But she is semi friendly to a few, including Loki, Freya, Freyr, Gerd, Idunn, Snotra ,and somewhat Bragi

- Sigyn has had previous romantic relationships before Loki. Her only other serious relationship was with Snotra. She had kinda off and on flings with both Freyja and Sif (Both her and Loki like to joke about the fact they both had hooked up with Sif in the past)

- Sigyn wasn't raised in luxury or royalty she was raised in Svartalheim/Nidavellir the relem of the dwarves, which was underground and mostly factory like. She holds no regal status but is half vanir(her mom being an unknown vanir sea/water related goddess)

-Growing up Svartalheim, she learned smithing and craftsmanship. Which made her get competitive with her brothers over who could craft the best things. Though later, Sigyn found her calling was more in battle and war than craftsmanship.

-That being said, she did make two golden necklaces for Loki. Not because she thought she could outdo Brisingamen. But because she could brag to her brothers that unlike them with Freyja , Sigyn got Loki's hand in marriage with what she made for him.

-Sigyn is a show-off and has a big ego. Her ego is what gets her in trouble and often badly hurt to where Loki is the one who has to stitch her up at the end of the day.

-Being the goddess of Victory and Loyalty, she's far from gentle. Sigyn is ruthless and has killed. Both in battle and by her own accord . When she does kill on her own, it is usually to take revenge out on those who harmed her loved ones.

- A bit of a funny one, but Sigyn can't bake for shit. She's tried, and she has failed miserably. So whenever she wants to bake something for Loki, she asks Idunn for help.

-Warobe wise Sigyn only wears really two outfits, her coat , a slightly torn shirt, and pants with boots or her battle armor. Loki is the one in the couple with more fancier outfits and has a bigger warobe(no matter what gender they are presenting as)

-When it comes to the cave, Sigyn stayed. However, what she really wanted to do was march into Asgard and kill everyone. Loki advised her not to(because she'd be killed), so she did the next best thing and protected Loki from the snake venom.

-Loki and Sigyn aren't perfect as individuals, and to eachother, they know this. But they do enjoy eachothers pettiness and mischief as company.

[just-a-gamer-daydeamer-girl]

My ghost trick 2 Consept comic ! Part 1!

TW:implied gore and death!

(May contain spoilers but not big ones)

Enjoy!

Part 2. part 3

[the-last-f2p]

Yandere promts day 17

17. “I don’t want to do this, but I’m not afraid to.”

Featuring: Yandere Pm Dazai

TW:Implied captity, Atempted escape, Death threats, Swearing, Dazai being a menace N/N= Nickname

5

"N/NNNN were are you??" You could hear his footsteps even though you were quite far away either he was that loud or he was closer than you thought.

4

"Hmmmmmm maybe you're here!" He opened a wardrobe that had nothing in it you couldn't tell if he was just stalling or actually didn't have any idea were you where.

3

"You're being realllyyyyyy baddddd..." He then turned around and headed to your general direction very slowy though you took this chance to turn off the light from the closet under the stairs that you were hiding in slowly shut the door and lock it. It was a shame its not sound proof.

2

"You know what I'll give you a chance !" You heard him say and clap at the same time judging by how load it was it was safe to say he was getting closer.

"If you come out now you'll be punished less no. Scatch that you won't be punished!" You felt the last part was a lie.

1

“I don’t want to do this, but I’m not afraid to.” You heard a gun be loaded your breath hitched a little when you heard how closr you were to the gun.

" Hmmm lets see here if you don't come out now... One of your agency friends are gonna die lets see how about.... Akiko Yosano? Or Doppo Kunikida? Maybe the kid with no abilty but he thinks he has one whatever his name is? They all live in the agency's apartment block right I bet they'll all drop dead right when they see me! Ehe~" "So whats it gonna be Y/N? Oh please do tell me!"

0

".... I-I'm coming out Dazai."

"Yayyy!" You unlocked the small door and crawled out to met with Dazai's stupid face of course he knew where you were hiding was this one of his mind games? To see if your loyalty to your friends was bigger than your need for freedom.

"..Bitch..." You whispered under your breath.

"Wanna repeat that?" He bent down and helped you up still smiling like a maniac.

".....no." You say quietly but just enough for Dazai to see.

"Ehe~ Just because your sulking don't think that you aren't gonna get punished!"

Yep you're in for a long night. Aren't you?

[riahlynn101]

Whumptober 2023:

Notes -

Despite my best efforts, some of my writing might come across as sloppy and unedited. This is especially evident in the final ten(ish) days of whumptober. 

Some of the days are blatantly incomplete, namely: Day Twenty-Five, Twenty-Nine, and Twenty-Six.

I hope to go back and edit all the stories at some point, and maybe even fully complete the ones listed above. 

I appreciate you all for reading my stories. Thank you :D!!

Table of contents -

Day One: “Drugging.” Set in the FNAF movie universe. TW: non consensual drugging, implied/referenced kidnapping and murder, and William being himself. (2,571 words). 

Day Two: “I’ll Call Your Name, but You Won’t Call Back.” Set during pre-security breach. GGY. Based on some posts by ‘Gregory’s Personal Bodyguard’ on twitter. TW: Blood, the mimic being itself, mind control, implied/referenced murder and kidnapping, and mild gore. (1,199 words). 

Day Three: “Journal.” Set in the FNAF Movie Universe. Short and sweet. Kind of Unfinished, but I wasn’t feeling day three’s prompts. TW: Referenced death in childbirth. (240 words). 

Day Three: “Betrayal.” Set in the FNAF movie universe. Deals with Mike finding solace in another, only to find that that trust has been misplaced. Implied Schmelly. TW: Implied/referenced kidnapping and murder. (1,158 words). 

Day Four: “You in There.” Set pre-security breach. GGY. Gregory breaking free from his mind control (briefly). Forced found family. Again, based on posts by ‘Gregory’s Personal Bodyguard’ on twitter. TW: mild gore, minor character death, blood, implied/referenced kidnapping and murder, brainwashing, and the mimic being itself. (1,273 words). 

Day Five: “It’s Broken.” Set in the FNAF movie universe. Vanessa having a breakdown over her brother, and Mike comforts her. They bond over their shared trauma. Implied Schmelly. TW:Implied/referenced murder and kidnapping. (731 words). 

Day Six: “It Should Have Been Me.” Set in the FNAF movie Universe. Mike grieves his brother. Centers on guilt and what happens to those left behind (both figuratively and literally). TW: implied/referenced kidnapping and murder, and grief. (1,126). 

Day Seven:  “Can You Hear Me?” Set in the FNAF movie universe. Mike dies of sudden cardiac arrest at the tender age of 12, the twist? It happens the same day and place that Garrett gets kidnapped (and murdered). Short and sweet. TW: death, implied/referenced murder and kidnapping, and grief. (639 words). 

Day Eight: “Shaking.” Set in the FNAF movie universe. In the dead of winter, Mike stumbles outside in nothing but a tee-shirt and pajama pants, convinced he hears his little brother’s voice. TW: Implied/referenced kidnapping and murder and major character death. (1,400 words). 

Day Nine: “Mistaken Identity.” Set pre-Security Breach. The Mimic mistakes Gregory for his long dead friend, David. TW: Death, mild gore, kidnapping, and The Mimic being itself.

 (1,036 words). 

Day Ten: “Restraints.” Set in the FNAF movie universe. Mike has spent most of his life searching for his brother. He would give up everything to have him back. Maybe he should have been more careful about what he wished for? Tw: major character death, blood, gore, violence, and hurt/very minimal comfort. Poor Mike :(( (word count 1,183). 

Day Eleven: “You Said You’d Never leave.” + “You’re a Liar.” Set in the FNAF movie universe. In the safety of his dreams, Mike talks to Garrett. It goes about as well as you could expect. 

(1,070 words).

Day Twelve: “Insomnia.” Set in the FNAF movie universe. It’s so annoying when you’re trying to sleep, and your sibling refuses to let you sleep. Mike knows that better than anybody, even months after his brother’s disappearance. (1,118 words). 

Day Thirteen: “Cold Compress.” Set pre-security breach. A short piece from Vanny’s (Vanessa’s) POV about Gregory getting sick. The Mimic is no help. (683 words). 

Day Fourteen:“Water Inhalation.” Set in the FNAF movie universe. (Young) Mike almost drowns. TW: drowning, a child in distress, very heavily implied domestic violence, and some minor manipulation.  (1,372).

Day Fifteen: “I’m Fine.” Set in the FNAF movie universe. After the bite of ‘83, Mike is stuck in a state of shock.  TW: Blood, implied injuries, childhood trauma (including abandonment), and guilt. (1,091 words).

Day Sixteen: “Flatline.” Set in the FNAF movie universe. A prequel of sorts to the FNAF movie about how Abby wound up in her brother’s care. TW: suicidal ideation, childhood trauma, abandonment issues, death, and grief. (1,374 words)

Day Seventeen:“Leave Me Alone.” Set in the FNAF movie universe. William gets his son back the only way he knows how - through kidnapping. (1,160).

Day Eighteen: “Blindfold.” Set in the FNAF movie universe. William does what he does best, being a bastard. TW: Blood, major character death, kidnapping, murder, William being himself, grief, childhood trauma, and guilt. (1,399 words).

Day Nineteen: “Psychological.” Set in the FNAF movie universe. Short story about Mike’s medication. TW: mental illness, grief, and guilt. (337 words). 

Day Twenty: “Found Family.” Set in the FNAF movie universe. Michael gets kidnapped at an early age. (One-very unlikely-way Michael Afton becomes Mike Schmidt). TW: referenced infertility, implied mental instability, and kidnapping.  (1,171 words). 

Day Twenty-One: “Polaroid.”  Set in the FNAF movie universe. William turns away a pregnant ex-fling who claims the baby’s his. He soon grows to regret this, and 100% deals with it in a healthy way *wink, wink*. TW: William being himself, mentions of pregnancy (non-graphic), heavily implied slut-shaming, and stalking. (1,577 words). 

Day Twenty-Two:  “Vehicular Accident.”  Set in the FNAF movie universe. (Young) Mike is hit by a car.  TW: Major character death, implied/referenced kidnapping and murder, mentions of needles, blood, and children in distress. (1,095 words).

Day Twenty-Three:  “Who’s There?” Set in the FNAF movie universe. (Young) Mike deals with grief. TW: implied/referenced murder, children in distress, and (implied) child neglect. 

(1,376 words). 

Day Twenty-Four: “Goodbye Note.” Set in the FNAF movie universe. Mike loses custody to Aunt Jane. He spirals. (Please, do not read if you’re not in a good mental space). TW: SUICIDE WARNING, major character death, grief, mental illness, guilt, and misuse of medications. 

(1,095 words).

Day Twenty-Five:  “They’re Not Breathing.” Set in the FNAF movie universe. Mike is asthmatic. He is startled, and has an attack while at work. A certain golden bear helps him through it. (May contain spoilers for the FNAF movie). TW: implied/referenced kidnapping and murder, children in distress, improper depiction of an asthma attack, and past medical trauma. (Unfinished). (537 words). 

Day Twenty-Six: Alternative prompt - “Broken.” Set in the FNAF movie universe. A short story about how Michael Afton became Mike Schmidt. (May contain slight spoilers for the FNAF movie, but only slightly). TW: Child murder, implied/referenced murder and kidnapping, implied neglect, and children in distress. (754 words). 

Day Twenty-Seven: “Scars.” Set in the FNAF movie universe. A short story about William giving Michael up for adoption. (No spoilers for the FNAF movie, just me trying to cope). TW: mentioned pregnancy and adoption. (488 words). 

Day Twenty-Eight:“Bloody Knife.” Set in the FNAF movie universe. Mike is killed minutes after watching his little brother die. (No spoilers for the FNAF movie, kind of). TW: Child death, major character death, blood, slight gore, dissociation, and a child in distress. 

Day Twenty-Nine:“What Happened to Me?” Set in the FNAF movie universe. (Pt. 1 of 2 stories. Part one is told from Mike’s POV, and part two is told from Garrett’s POV). Mike is invited back to the newly reopened Freddy Fazbear’s pizzeria. All is well….until it isn’t. TW: implied/referenced kidnapping and murder, child death, major character death, blood, betrayal, and mild gore. (Unfinished). (780 words).

Day Thirty: “Not Much Longer Now.” Set in the FNAF movie universe. (Pt. 2 of 2. This part is from Garrett’s POV). (May contain mild spoilers for the FNAF movie). Getting his brother to come back is the easy part but getting him to stay….that’s the hard part. (1,289 words). 

Day Thirty-One: “Setbacks.” Set in the FNAF movie universe. Mike tries his best to deal with his grief. (Contains spoilers). (780 words). 

[the-three-whumpeteers]

The whumpee had been forced to leave their friend behind, and as far as they knew they’d died under the whumper’s “care”. Every night they think about what they did and wish that their friend was beside them. What the whumpee doesn’t know is that their friend is alive, and the whumper is preparing to use them against the whumpee.

[tanasha]

I found this 90% completed in my WIP files and decided it was about time I finished it, then I got carried away. In my defence there were lots of parallels between Catra and Nebula. I focused on the way Shadow Weaver treats Catra/Thanos treats Nebula. Lets face it, if Shadow Weaver had a remote interest in robotics I could see her doing this. Sorry in advance for theangst

The text is what Catra’s telling Scorpia after and the images are what would actually happen because she’s all talk and wouldn’t really kill Adora/torture Shadow Weaver. I adapted the quote slightly in places. For anyone unfamiliar, this follows a query on what she intends to do with her share of a reward.

[whataboutmyfries]

Russian roulette

Its here its here its finally heeeeree!!!!! I’ve been so excited for this fic for the longest time and I am so so excited to finally share it with you guys!! It’s been quite a while in the making cause I was nervous about my overall ability to keep up with a multi-chapter thing, but here we are!!!

Before you start reading this, I just want you all to know that this fic comes with a LOT of trigger warning. All of them will be in the tags of course, but I just want you guys to know to proceed with caution.

credits as always go to @lumosinlove​ Haz I have utterly CORRUPTED your characters in this one, I’m so sorry

enjoy!!

~

Chapter 1

Logan could still remember the day it had happened, the defiant fury in his friend’s eyes as he’d gone down, guns blazing 

Logan still remembered it, blood splattering his arms and face, his mouth curved in a deadly smirk as he shoved Logan out of their way, going down, guns blazing, winking at the brunette as he dived into the fray.

Logan still remembered the primal fear that ripped the scream from his chest, his arm numb from the kickback of the M4. He still remembered the screaming darkness that had taken over his head after. He still remembered him.

It was the memory of that night, a job gone wrong that had him working himself to pieces, returning to the sparring ring day after day, week after week. The mere thought of it pulling him from sleep with the sharp edge of nightmares. The what if’s and if only’s shoving his mind into a rabbit hole of unending misery.

Logan huffed in frustration, shoving down the cool rage that threatened to send him over the edge. He closed his eyes, exhaling through his nose, roughly shoving his hair off his forehead. The sweat dripped off his brow as he leaned against the punching bag, flexing his fingers against fabric wrapping his hands. 

Even through the wrappings, he could feel the gentle throbbing of the rage and sorrow that had him back at the punching bag day after day after day. He looked down at his knuckles. Shit. That was going to bruise beautifully tomorrow. He sighed, walking over to the backpack on the far end of the room to get his towel and a drink of water. 

Logan hefted his pack onto a shoulder, heading over to the sparring area to clean up, unrolling the fabric from his hands as he did so. He examined his knuckles, his hands a tapestry of bruises. He couldn’t remember the last time they hadn’t been a splotchy purple-blue. 

The door slammed open, and Logan instinctively ducked to the floor, his hands going for the gun in his backpack, his posture relaxing a little when he saw who’d walked in. 

“What the fuck do you want, Nate? He grumbled, tugging his t-shirt to rights, glaring angrily at the floor as he did so, his cheeks warming at his aggressive reaction.

Nate rolled his eyes at Logan’s attitude, raising an eyebrow at Logan’s reaction to his presence. He leaned against the door, drumming his fingers against his bicep “He’s here, sir, the rookie’s here.” 

~

It took Logan all of ten minutes to shower and get dressed to meet Finn in their office. He shook the water out of his hair as his quick steps echoed in the marble hallway. The palatial mansion was HQ. He lived here, slept here, ate here. They were his family, the lions, they’d taken him in after Wyatt had died and had stood by him through every damn thing he’d been through. Regardless, it was home. It had become Logan’s home after— Logan growled, shoving the intrusive thoughts away.

Finn met him halfway to their door, casually tugging the cuffs of his shirt to rights. 

Finn was impeccably dressed as always, looking really damn good in that white button-down, the gold chain on his neck dipping into where he’s left it unbuttoned at the neck. His bespoke trousers did wonders for showing off his legs, the gold belt buckle matching the golden rings glinting in the sun.

Logan swallowed.

“So, the rookie’s coming in today. The only thing we know is the father sent him. Be on your guard.” Finn said, raising an eyebrow at Logan to make sure he understood.

Logan nodded, cracking his knuckles as he accompanied Finn into their office, the redhead making a few calls to get extra security detail around the house. Dons couldn’t take risks, no matter who sent their visitors.  

Logan shook out his hands, sucking in a calming breath before collapsing onto his chair. 

“You have to meet Dubois at the Excelsior tonight. We got a tip he’s been skimming the funds.” Finn said absent-mindedly, his mind more occupied with reading some file. The Excelsior was one of their biggest casinos, three floors of opulent revelry. And Dubois was the sleazy good-for-nothing who ran it for them.

Logan grumbled, flipping open a file of his own, the name Dubois emblazoned in sharp, black letters on the cover. Being a Mob boss wasn’t all it was made out to be, and Logan never thought he’d get used to it. He could scarcely remember how he and Finn had come to build the Lions, one of the biggest crime syndicates in the world, second only to the snakes; a family of vicious, rabid psychopaths who cared for nothing and nobody, dispatching their targets with gruesome efficiency. 

Finn had a suspicion the snakes had been doing recon work at the Excelsior and had told Logan as much. Considering that Logan had to deal with the slimy manager, anyway, he thought he might as well look into the matter. Finn looked at him over the gold rim of his glasses, as though reading his thoughts. 

“Take Potter with you, ask him to get two of his best with him,” Finn said, referring to their head of security.  

Logan huffed, about to shoot back a retort about how he was perfectly capable of taking care of himself thankyouverymuch when there was a knock on the door. Nate leaned against the wood, a smirk playing on his lips.

“He’s here.” 

~

The rookie as it turns out was no rookie at all, rather son to the most infamous pickpocket and street magician of all time, Wyatt Knut. The man had stolen and pickpocketed thousands of dollars’ worth of goods and cash in his time, there was even a rumour going around that he’d been involved in some of the biggest heists of the era, driving his worth up to millions of dollars. 

And this was his son. Sitting in front of him, idly flicking a folded sheet of paper between his fingers, making it disappear and then appear again, his leg bouncing under the table. He looked nervous, his eyes flicking around the room, drinking up the opulent mansion around him. He snapped to attention when Finn cleared his throat, sitting up straighter in his chair. 

“The name’s Knut, Leo Knut. Lizard sent me.” 

Logan’s eyes widened at the nickname. There were very few people in the world who knew it, and this baby faced blond kid sitting in front of them sure as hell didn’t look like someone who would. The fact that he did calmed Logan’s suspicions. This was real. He wasn’t kidding.

Logan felt more than saw Finn’s interest pique. The redhead leaned forward, bracing his elbows on the table. The tension in the room was palpable, and it took every inch of self-control in Logan’s body to not stiffen, sit up straighter, show he was on his guard. Let blue eyes make the first move. Logan was in charge here, not him. 

Leo’s eyes dipped to the folded note in his hand as he vanished it into his sleeve and brought it back. He sucked in a breath, calming his nerves before raising his eyes to the two men sitting before him.  

“Lizard said to come to you if he didn’t return or communicate his….being alive within four days of that mission.” Leo braced for the confusion and chaos that was going to follow his next words. 

“He had a plan to take down the snakes.” 

~

Logan’s jaw dropped, his hands going slack from where they were crossed across his chest. Lizard had what?!? Granted, he was one of their best reconnaissance men, but this seemed a stretch, even for him. 

Finn, ever the diplomat, had kept a straight face, not a hair out of place. It was only through eight years of being his friend that he noticed the tension and suspicion radiating off him. 

The redhead cocked an eyebrow. “Oh? And do you have any proof of this…..plan?” 

Leo grinned, the simple expression lighting up the entire room.” I thought you’d never ask”

 He raised his slender fingers, pulling a flash drive out of thin air, setting it down on the table before him. “It’s in three parts.” he nodded to the drive. “The drive, a……” He waved his hand in the air, trying to find the right words. “Map? With the targets and the blueprints and an encrypted folder on his laptop.”  

Logan barely registered what he’d said. The second Leo has flicked the drive out from between his fingers it was game over for him. Logan was mesmerised. He couldn’t stop staring at those hands, long thin fingers flipping the note in and out of sight with hypnotic movements, drumming on his thigh, gesturing broadly as he spoke. 

Finn seemed to have noticed, pressing his thigh against Logan’s under the table. He froze at the contact, Finn’s warmth seeping into him through the fabric of his jeans. Shit. Now was not the time. He shook his head, clearing his throat and focusing on the task at hand.  

Finn leaned back in his chair, his finger steepling under his chin. “And you’re just trusting us with this information? It’s been a month, why haven’t you approached us sooner? What’s in it for you?” 

Leo’s smile disappeared, shadows dancing behind those blue irises. “Lizard was like a second father to me. I’ve known him since I was a kid, he and my dad were friends.” He let out a shaky breath. “And when he didn’t return from that raid….I wanted to get revenge. I wanted to hurt anyone who dared to so much as lay a hand on him.” Leo met Finn’s eyes. “I was...hurt for a long time after his death, couldn’t figure out how to deal with the loss. It’s the reason why I’m only here now. And as for trusting you with the information…” He trailed off, putting a piece of paper on the table. 

Logan realised it was the same folded note that had been weaving in and out of Leo’s fingers as he’d spoken to them. The paper was worn, the edge soft in a way only repeated use could make them. Finn’s eyes flicked to Leo before he picked it up, glancing at Logan as he opened it. 

Logan leaned in, reading over Finn’s shoulder. In a familiar, stocky script it said: 

‘Sun, I’m going out on business. It’s the usual. Same as always, If I don't communicate in 4 days, ask around for Logan Tremblay and Finn O Hara, Tell them about mission troy. They’ll know who I am, say Lizard sent you  -P’ 

Logan’s hands shook, and he stuffed them into his pockets, still reading the note, scouring it over and over for clues, anything that would tell them that he was still alive— though he knew he wasn’t going to find anything. His eyes caught on the first word. ‘Sun’? Logan wracked his mind, trying to find any reason why Lizard has called him that. Realisation struck and Logan looked over Leo, sizing him up. 

Leo ‘the Sun’ Knut had was famous for his brilliant smile, those dimples distracting even the most stubborn of men while he swindled them out of their money. Bright as the sun and just as blinding, they said. Logan allowed himself a smirk at that. Like father, like son.  

Leo didn’t back down from his stare, raising a blond eyebrow at the intense look, cocking his head to the side. A shiver of excitement ran through Logan, bigger men had backed away from that look of his, yet this lanky child didn’t so much as falter. Interesting. 

Finn rested his elbows on the table, ever the portrait of unruffled grace. “How do we know this is real?” He asked, nodding his head at the drive sitting on the table. 

Logan could practically see the effort it took Leo to not roll his eyes. The blond shrugged, crossing his arms on the desk. “Believe me, or don’t. It’s your loss. I have my orders and if you aren’t willing to provide the resources, I’m sure I’ll find other people who are.” His gaze sharpened to a flinty glare, “I’m just trying to do right by a friend. He asked me a favour and I will not let him down” He nudged the drive forward with a long finger, the little black device sitting in the middle of the table.  “Help me or not, it’s up to you, but don’t you fucking dare get in my way.”

[themeowsticvigilante]

Nimby@Cipher: Hello again Cipher! On the subject of your parents, do you have any siblings? Just curious ^^’

“Hello, Nimby! It’s … been a while yeah but interesting question.” 

“Well, my parents often told that I had an older sibling whom they had quite some fond memories of.”

“However, they said he disappeared shortly after I was born.”

Cipher begins to drop his head in order to hide his sadness.

tw: implied death 

“Father also mentioned that my mom went to look after him leaving me in his care. But … that was the night she was killed…”

“I managed to catch a glimpse of her which now lay in memory and even sometimes in my dreams before that supposedly happened…”

He sheds a tear before wiping it from his face.

“I try my best not to think about it much, besides … I still have father around.”

He then looks at Nimby and chuckles nervously.

“Well that was quite a mouthful , I apologize if it took longer then expected.”

@ask-nimby-the-castform

[ask-ms-addison-cyan]

No, no no, tell us about her we want to hear

"no. i dont want to do this. no please. i fucking cant of all people why did she leave me. like this. why couldnt i look him in the eyes when i visited him in the hospital. WHY DOES SHE NEVER LOOK HOW I REMEMBER HER." (BIG tw for all these next few posts btw guys cus shits gonna get DARK. keep pushing though i like making ms addison suffer)

[revclverheld]

‘Shh, it was just a nightmare.’

different ways to say ‘i love you’. || accepting

Jesse hadn’t been able to catch his hand in time; hadn’t been able to avoid the bullet that shot right through his heart. If he’d been just a bit quicker, just a bit earlier, he could have saved the man from getting shot. From spitting out blood. From falling. From looking up at McCree as his body was sucked into the black hole, blood surrounding him that seemed to float as if they had been in space.“Why didn’t you save me?!”, was the question that echoed in the Cowboy’s ears. He wanted to shout, but he couldn’t. Something had glued his lips together, as something prevented him from reaching out.

It hurt, right in his chest. But Jesse wasn’t the one dying. A hand ripped out his heart, squeezed it, as oh-so-beautiful, chocolate-colored but dead eyes looked at him. The words were whispered, but so loud that it felt as if they made his eardrums burst into tiny pieces.“Why didn’t you save me?! It hurts, jesse. Why don’t you do anything?! I am suffering! I am dead!”

God, how much the gunslinger wanted to tell that he was sorry, that he could fix this. He felt hot tears run down his cheeks and he still couldn’t speak, something wrapped around his throat and squeezed. He wanted to pull the other close, save him, bring him back from the death.“You can’t, Jesse. You killed me.”

“You killed me. YOU.”

“It is your fault. Your fault alone.”

Jesse felt as if he was going to exlode from all the inner pressure he felt against his chest, the sadness and intense guilt that seemed to be the hand that was still pulling out pieces of his black, burnt heart. It was losing blood, but McCree knew it wasn’t his own blood, and yet he saw his own hands slicing open and leak, all over his arms, dripping on the floor...

Something shook him then. It felt like an eathquake, and McCree was choking, trying to breathe, but he couldn’t. He inhaled, tried, again and again...

Until, finally, he was able to take a breath and gulped it in, eyes opening wide within a fraction of a second, the image in front of them entirely different from what he’d seen before. It wasn’t dark, a soft orange light was showing him the rough texture of the ceiling, and there was a face coming into view just a few seconds later. Surrounded by black, silky hair and beautiful, chocolate colored eyes.

Jesse couldn’t stop crying though, his brain still not able to realize that this was, in fact, the real word. He heard himself mutter ‘I’m so sorry’ and ‘I couldn’t save you’ and ‘Please forgive me’, unable to stop his tongue from rolling out the words into the air between them.

[chilligyu]

it's only rain

info: jihoon/reader, angst, pg13 word ct: 300 | warnings: implied major character death summary: jihoon hates the rain the she loved

It was raining.

“It’s only rain.”

And Jihoon hated the rain.

He hated how it spattered against the ground. How it soaked everything it touched. How it didn’t care about anything else except its own selfish existence.

It was raining.

“It’s only rain.”

And she loved the rain.

She loved how it created little rhythms against her window. How it gave life to the beauty of the earth. How it rippled in puddles and made her feel at ease.

Funny, no matter how much he hated rain, he loved watching her dance in it. He loved how much it made her smile. He hated rain, but he loved her. So, a part of him loved the rain too. The part that loved her, loved her because of the rain. He loved that rain gave her life, he loved how it soaked her hair. He loved how it rippled in her eyes, and how it didn’t care that she would gladly exist in its selfishness.

So why.

Why?

“I’m going out.” She informed him nonchalantly, leaning down and kissing his cheek. “Need anything?”

He smiled at the gesture, pulling her in for a peck on the lips. “I just need you.”

She rolled her eyes in amusement. “That’s not what I mean, Jihoon. I’ll be back in a minute, promise.”

“Can’t you stay?” He begged. “Besides, it’s raining.”

“It’s only rain.” She smirked. “A little rain never hurt anyone.”

He hated the rain.

He hated the rain.

He hated the rain.

He hated the rain.

He hates the rain.

He hates the rain because she loved it, he hates it because she admired it with every part of her that he held most dear. He hates how it made her feel at ease, how she was never afraid of it. He hates how it spattered against the ground, and how it rippled in puddles. He hates that rain gave her life, and took it from her in the end.

Rain took her from him.

“Is this Lee Jihoon?”

“Yes?”

“I’m so sorry, there was an accident…”

The rain that she loved so much.

Selfish and cruel at the very core of its existence.

It killed her.

“It’s only rain.”

[fandom-drifters]

Protects - “Send for your muse to do one of the following to mine.” // @shouto-plusultra. As in Shouto protects them. You decide who you want him to protect and from what.

Grace is standing at the edge of the bridge, Staring down into the depths, Contimplating if it was all worth it in the end if her so called best friend hated her for telling the truth. Glancing at the sling around her arm she fights back tears. Was it truly worth it? She leaned over the edge eyeing bellow again. She never even got the chance to tell George why she even time traveled in the first place.

[starrywonder355]

FNaFtober Day 1- Locked Out

I don’t think I’ll color these right now considering coloring takes me a reeeeallly long time ^^” But I hope y’all enjoy!

[horde-of-lavellanmoved]

[hellboundgentlemen]

Massive Headcanon list Part 2 of 4

Alright so, this one is going to feature headcanons that apply to My interpretation of Alastor given what we know and what can be gleaned. As usual, given the topic, triggers will be listed for blacklisting in the tags

Headcanon 1: Alastor's primary sins are:

Violence

Gluttony (specifically Glutton for both his cannibalism but also in the sense for his drive for power)

Wraith (for reasons that will be apparent)

 Headcanon 2: His original demonic power is the ability to consume any demon whole and "convert" them into a zombie minion. Said zombie may or may not be self aware of their fate.

Headcanon 3: In accordance with Voodun tradition and by going by his domains and outfit, Alastor's Patron Loa (Spirits called in Voodoo rituals and ceremonies) is likely Papa Legba, although for darker rituals, he tends to favor Kalfu, the Petro aspect of Legba.

He made a deal with Kalfu for removing that earthborne limit. He had to give up parts of his sanity.

Headcanon 4: He died by being shot in the lung, then ripped apart by hunting dogs. Turns out the hunter who shot him was the dad of one of his victims. He was still alive when the dogs ripped him apart.

Headcanon 5:His Serial Killer title (due to never being suspected or caught, in life or death) was the Doe Hunter. He tend to hunt unfortunate women who where new in town and lacked anyone to identify them, usually those migrating for a job, a country mouse hoping to turn into a city girl, grifters or out of towners. He has nothing against women personally, they were just easier prey for him by the era's standards. In Hell he hunts both genders.

Headcanon 6: His former Mortal name is Alan Charles Dubois. And he fucking hates it. Especially his first name.

Headcanon 7: He was raised by his physically and mentally abusive grandparents. His birth parents both died under somewhat suspicious circumstances. Unfortunately his grandparents were Southern Gentry which meant they had a concerning amount of influence or political pull. Grandparents names are Grosvenor and Jacqueline Dubois.

Headcanon 8: He's white-passing POC (but he himself didn't know until he was way older). Father was Haitian-puerto Rican and mother was French American.

Headcanon 9: He grew up in the St James Parish of the New Orleans area as a boy but moved into the city proper as a adult.

Headcanonn 10: You can summon Al. I highly advise against it.

Headcanon 11: Alastor's weird radio voice effect is partially tied into the deal he made with Kalfu. Had he not made the deal, part of Alastor's punishment in Hell would have rendered him mute.

Headcanon 12: His cane can also turn into a bunch of other things, including a hunting rifle, a staff, a sword and a broom to shoo Angel Dust out of a room if needed.

Headcanon 13: His favorite candy is Peach Blossoms. But his favorite dessert is Beignets.

Headcanon 14: Despite using the banned Magic of Voodoo, he does not trust nor like fey magic. In his words, nothing good comes from it

Headcanon 15: One of the potential punishments in Hell for cannibals is their flesh tastes like really good food. In Alastor's case, biting him tastes like the most perfectly cooked Venison steak you will ever have. But not many know this....or live to tell the tale.

Headcanon 16: Is demiromantic asexual (mine is at least) and therefore is extremely selective with would be partners.

Headcanon 17: Al takes manners seriously. Like you wouldn’t believe. He may be a murderous sonofabitch but he is a Southern Gent and you will remember that for the love of God.

Headcanon 18: While he’s not formerly diagnosed and he would most certainly have no clue, Alastor does nearly fit into the symptoms of histrionic personality disorder, abet a surprisingly high functioning example. Somehow.

Headcanon 19: His antlers rarely shed, and yes he grows Velvet and it rots, tears, bleeds and peels off like a actual deer. 

Headcanon 20: Alastor’s body is extensively scarred, some are veves etched into his skin, various claw and bite marks, and on his back, massive,  crossing,back-covering flogging scars that his grandparents inflicted,