#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.

[twistingnightmare-s]

Chapter 1: Dullen golden glory

Summary: After escaping Koholint for the second time, Legend has to navigate how to deal with what happened on that cursed island. However, healing is a long journey and all the boys are struggling.

Rating: Teen and up

Relationship: Four & Hyrule & Legend & Sky & Time & Twilight & Warriors & Wild & Wind (Linked Universe),

Characters: Legend, Warriors, Hyrule, Four, Twilight, Time, Wild, Sky, Wind, Marin, Dark Link

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff and Humor, Mind Control Aftermath & Recovery, Linked Universe (Legend of Zelda), Legend (Linked Universe)-centric, Legend (Linked Universe) Needs a Hug, Wind (Linked Universe) Needs a Hug, Chain as found-family, Four (Linked Universe) Splits into the Colors, Genderfluid Wild (Linked Universe), Wind (Linked Universe) Angst, Soft Legend (Linked Universe), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, The Author Regrets Nothing

TW:Implied death, dissociation, injuries, vomit, mind control, question reality

READ HERE!

Start of series here

[w1ngedv1ctory]

a variation on a different dl-6 au

tw:implied child death

i was thinking on an au where miles gets dl-6ed instead, specifically because i wondered what investigations would be like with gregory instead of miles...

he'd have the most interesting dynamic with kay ever think... and their dynamic would just be joel and ellie from the last of us kinda lmao.

oh and him solving is-7 would probably feel so mich more like a phyrric victory than in canon. in canon i was sad about greg but hey at least we solved the crime, but here it would be like, oh. we solved it.

if miles was fatherly to kay and sebastian though, gregory is like even more dad shaped.

i dont know how this would occur though, because why would manfred shoot miles? especially my interpretation of his character, just wouldnt do that.

[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

[chocobochaserstories]

Jackrabbit (FFVII Fanfiction)

Chapter Three

And we start entering the territory of Luca going down the morbid rabbit hole. Also realized that I introduced a character's name but never actually introduced the character so uh.. you know, that's a future chapter problem. TW:Implied child abuse, gore, corpses (animal and human), drug overdose,

Elena knew this was wrong. If her best friend said that she was fine, she was probably fine. But something about those bruises on Auri… they didn’t sit right with Elena. Now, tailing her best friend into the slums? This violated their trust, but if Elena’s gut was right and Auri was in danger, it’d be worth it.

Elena quickly realized what Reno meant when he’d said she was lucky to grow up on the plate. Down here… gods, Elena knew that she wasn’t allowed to run around in her Turk uniform off duty, but she definitely wished she wasn’t wearing her school uniform down here. The tiny black skirt was drawing all the wrong attention to her. Sure, Elena could defend herself, easily, but… the fact that she was being looked at like that… made her less worried about herself and more worried about the fact that her best friend survived down here.

Auri wasn’t exactly the biggest girl. She was four foot ten and skinny as a twig. She had crane-like legs and was a pale, sickly girl. She missed school often, and when she was at school, it seemed she was always in less than perfect health. So really, Elena felt justified in worrying about the fact that her best friend lived down here in a place like this. 

  The alleys became trashed by litter and hazards that Elena recognized as broken glass, dirty used needles, and what looked like bones? Was that a cat carcass? Elena almost felt sick to her stomach. Sure, she was a Turk and all, but a rotting feline corpse beat a gunned down corpse on her list of gruesome sights. Sure, it wasn’t like Elena could say she’d never had to see a dead animal as a Turk, but it wasn’t like she went out of her way to. Remote assignments naturally produced situations where she’d see animals that had fallen in the circle of life. But this cat… there was nothing natural about the cat. The cat was overtaken by maggots and decay, and the animal was skin and bones. Had it starved to death? Fallen to parasites or disease? It was pitiful, really, seeing the creature dead on the streets with no one to care. It’d been there for a while, based on the decomposition, so no one had come looking for the cat. It was a stray. 

Okay, Auri. She needed to find Auri. Elena looked around the slums, trying to spot Auri’s familiar mousy brown hair. Auri always had her long hair tied back in two low ponytails, secured by ribbons. Surely it couldn’t be too hard to spot red ribbons down here, right?

The undercity was hot. Elena could feel the stagnant heat in the stale air, probably from all the mechanical parts on the artificial sky down here. The underbelly of the upper plate created clouds of smog and a sky of pipes and lights and wires. Elena sighed. Gods, it was horrible down here. Auri called this place home?

Elena winced as a pipe whistled, scalding her leg with steam. The blonde put a hand over her mouth to avoid crying out. She looked down at her leg, where her stupid knee high sock had fallen, exposing her calf. The skin was red and irritated, but the actual burn didn’t appear to be too large. She could probably ice it and not miss work. It’d resolve itself in a week or two, she hoped. Tseng didn’t need any more reasons to fire her.

She paused at the caution tape around the corner. The place was a wreck. It was littered with what looked like drug paraphernalia, litter, and good gods, was that a dead body? By Shiva’s tits, what the hell was going on down here?

The woman on the ground messy auburn curls and her amber eyes were dulled and sunken in. Her teeth were rotten and many were missing. The marks on her arms under her ratty shirt confirmed Elena’s suspicions. Definitely a junkie. The woman didn’t seem to have anything on her. Nothing. Not even a few spare gil. Elena’s lips thinned. Great. Not a hint of who this woman was. Nothing to go on. All she knew is that this looked like an overdose. Elena’s eyes caught a glint by the body. Something shiny on the concrete…

She didn’t have gloves on her, so she couldn’t touch it. Wait! The first aid kit in her backpack. She could use the gloves in there. She carefully reached over for the object, being careful to not touch the body. It was a small tin container. When she picked it up, she could hear the contents rattling inside. Elena opened it, wondering what she would find within. Inside the tin container was– Huh?

It looked like crushed pills… No, these were crushed pills, of all shapes, sizes, and colors. They were all mixed together. This could only mean one thing. 

“Damn it…” Elena could feel her palms getting sweaty. Her heart began to pound. Elena recognized those drugs. The Turks have seen them in evidence rooms countless times. She could feel something twist in the pit of her stomach. This was some sort of cocktail. Something wasn’t lining up. This didn’t seem like a simple overdose. So… was this a suicide? Or a homicide?

“Miss, you can’t be here.” An officer was standing in the door. It didn’t take Elena long to recognize the badge. Child Protective Services? Shit, so Auri likely was in trouble. 

“She’s with me.” A familiar redhead explained, tapping his baton on his shoulder. “She’s a Turk.”

 “She was in a rush from school and didn’t have a chance to put on her uniform.” Reno lied and tugged her up by the arm.

Elena was silent as Reno dragged her away from the officers. He waited until they were out of earshot and kept his voice very low. “What the actual fuck are you doing here?”

[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.”

[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,

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WARNING: There are themes of Suicide, Implied Character Death and Bullying in this video. If you don’t want to see Izuku suffer then TURN BACK.

I started working on this video 2 days ago at 3 PM. Finished the drawings yesterday at 7 PM. Finished rendering by 7 AM today.

I love BNHA but I also love Izuku. And I also want people to understand others who are bullied, constantly troubled and have no one to talk to.

Enjoy the video O wO/