#wc villain oc

[bastart13]

My sister got me to read some Warrior Cats books so here are some other OCs I've AUed into cats:

Hedvig/Dewshine (she/her) - Pretty silver-ginger she-cat. Deputy to her clan and definitely not planning to usurp leadership

Elisedd/Embereye (he/him) - Massive black colourpoint tom. Former medicine cat apprentice before being exiled, and now looking for revenge

Lizaveta/Stagtooth (she/her) - Broad cream tabby she-cat. Bloodthirsty and proud warrior, eager to keep other clans in line

Maya/Shadowleap (she/her) - Sleek black she-cat. Quiet deputy to another clan with a speciality in information-gathering

Alexei/Mousenose (he/she/they) - Thick-furred black tabby. Gossipy warrior curious to see how things play out and how they can stay on the winning team

[randomcatgen]

Onyxstreak is a broad-shouldered deputy with wavy, lilac and white fur. He is 102 moons old. He has wide, icy blue eyes and a soft jaw. He is responsible and resourceful, but ignorant. He enjoys one-upping other cats. He has a small bite mark on his leg.

[marblerose-rue]

got asked to draw two of my old wc rp ocs :-) left is cicadahop, right is scallopstar

[shadowsofcrystals]

ANTAGONISTS

Read through the end; The Kittypet has the most answers :)

BrambleRoar

Names: BrambleKit; BramblePaw; BrambleRoar

Gender: Cisgender tom

Sexual / Romantic orientation: Demisexual / Aroflux

Age: ≈ 79 moons

Clan: SunClan

Parents: N/A

Siblings: N/A

Mate: DaisyBloom

Kits: StarPaw, HoneyLeaf (foster) & KestrelCloud (foster)

Mentor: N/A

Personality: Stern, vengeful & gullible

BrambleRoar can be viewed as a definition for fragile masculinity. His relationship with DaisyBloom may have started off as rocky, but he loved her. Even if he didn't show it in a comprehensible way. So when DaisyBloom revealed that the litter he's been looking so forward to, wasn't even his... That definietly made him bitter for the rest of his life. And he didn't hesitate to show it. Even though he didn't reveal this secret to the kits themselves, he always seemed to be distant and judgemental towards them. This especially showed when DaisyBloom's second litter, StarKit was born; BrambleRoar favored her immediately. But still, it wasn't enough... That's why he decided to help that strange kittypet.

CinnamonCloud

Plot twists incoming, explanation later :)

Names: YewKit; CinnamonKit; CinnamonPaw; CinnamonCloud

Gender: Cisgender molly

Sexual / Romantic orientation: Heterosexual / Aromantic

Age: ≈ 28 moons

Clan: MountClan; LeafClan

Parents: LightningRush (†) & BriarPetal

Siblings: AppleDapple, FoxCrystal, RoseBloom

Mate: BlueTail

Kits: (spoilers)

Mentor: LightningRush (†), StormCrystal

Personality: Cold, cunning & short-tempered

CinnamonCloud may be the unusually young deputy of LeafClan, but somehow she's still unaware of her own origins. That's why she decided to work with the kittypet, despite being fiercely against outsiders. She's also StormCrystal's right paw, or as some would say, personal puppet. Just another chess piece, if we want to be accurate. And being so obviously controlled by someone else, she also has to fight for her own dignity. Especially when there are some rivals, right under her nose...

MoonDancer

Name: Moon; MoonDancer

Gender: Demiboy

Sexual / Romantic orientation: Bi

Age: ≈ 36 moons

Clan: Former rogue; LeafClan

Parents: N/A

Siblings: N/A

Mate: SunChaser

Kits: N/A

Mentor: N/A

Personality: Charismatic; confident & ambitious

No one knows where did Moon and his mate come from, but they heavily insisted on joining LeafClan. StormCrystal, surprisingly, was not against the idea. But first, both rogues had to complete some trials; First defeat the deputy, CinnamonCloud in a fight, then do the same with StormCrystal himself. And they both succeeded, much to the Clan's shock. But especially CinnamonCloud's. She had a feeling about these rogues, a bad feeling...

SunChaser

Name: Sun; SunChaser

Gender: Demigirl

Sexual / Romantic orientation: Bi

Age: ≈ 35 moons

Clan: Former rogue, LeafClan

Parents: N/A

Siblings: N/A

Mate: MoonDancer

Kits: N/A

Mentor: N/A

Personality: Quiet, calculating & secretetive

...No wonder that CinnamonCloud did not like these new recruits; They all worked for the very same kittypet, although unknowingly. While MoonDancer gets the majority of LeafClan to like and trust them, SunChaser sticks along to pick up any important details that her mate might miss. It's only a matter of time before they let their true intentions to be known...

Chester

Name: Chester

Gender: Cisgender tom

Sexual / romantic orientation: Straight

Age: ≈ 42 moons

Clan: Kittypet

Parents: N/A

Siblings: Scarlett

Mate: DaisyBloom (formerly)

Kits: KestrelCloud & HoneyLeaf

Mentor: N/A

Personality: Goofy, erractic & friendly

And here he is; The talk of the town, the kittypet behind this all, the one who connects all these cats. At first glance, he may seem harmless. And he probably would be, if there wouldn't be some strange spirits, constantly whispering in his ear... But why is he doing all of this? Well, when he met a gentle, nice clancat, he felt like as if his life had been changed... Only for her to see him as a simple one night stand. And somehow this woke up something inside him; An ancient, instinctical desire for the "freedom" of being a clancat... Who knew that the yew bushes in his owner's garden would push him so close to his goal?

First, he met Sun and Moon. They were regulars at his garden, constantly picking berries, no one knew why. Until one day, Chester gathered all his courage, and told them that the bushes are his. The strangers seemed puzzled, but after a few silent glances, they asked him; What could they do, for him to allow them to keep picking berries? Well, Chester had quite a few ideas. But he decided to go with the one that some strange, broken figured suggested to him in a dream; He decided to ask them to join "the Clan", and spy on them for him. He didn't know that SunClan was not the only Clan, and neither did the rogues. So they joined LeafClan, told him everything they saw and heard. He wasn't quite satisfied, but he kept his promise to them.

Then he met CinnamonCloud, a clancat who was way too far away from her own territory. Only CrystalClan knows what she was looking for, but she found Chester. And Chester, who recognised her from the stories his pals told him earlier, and told her that he has exactly what she might be looking for. CinnamonCloud, as always, was cautious of him... But curious as well. So she decided to do as he says; Keep an especially close eye on SunClan.

And lastly, he met BrambleRoar. Another clancat, who was certainly upset about something he did not want to talk about. Refusing to talk to Chester, he immediately jumped through the fence, and rushed towards the yew bushes. But this time, the kittypet catched up to him to stop him, and demanded to know why is everyone so interested by the bushes. And after the warrior, slightly annoyed, explained the purpose of so-called "deathberries" to him, a whole new room of possibilities opened up before his eyes... And with that, he offered BrambleRoar this unlimited supply of yew berries, in exchange for a teeny-weeny small thing; A chance to talk with the kits he just found out about.

And these are the cats that we call;

The Shadows of Crystals

[chewynoodlesdoodles]

full image can be viewed here!

she is evil and i hate her. she's my favourite

[nonuggetshere]

Some old-ish Warropr Cats oc art I found! Sorry for the flashbang with the comic book style ones

[hollowflight-propaganda]

Been making playlists for some of my warriors ocs, and I didn't realize how fun it is to make a playlist for The Asshole Character until now

ENOUGH of sadboy mcgee with 10 trillion traumas and girlie who gets her innocence violently ripped away from her, we want the guy who sucks!!!!!!!

[jestermeows]

Two little guys I thought of at work yesterday, while thinking about my current selection of music I use while drawing and trying to come up with more villains 4 Newstar's story, Meet the twin Kittypet Brothers Jekyll and Hyde!

Adopted together from the same litter, they were named for their similar appearance, yet contrary temperaments, the Mild mannered and friendly Jekyll, and the Wiley, quarrelsome Hyde. While the latter of the two is quick to make fun of his brother, and the former to chastise his hastiness on exploring to far and to brazenly into those "Dangerous Wild Cat's" Territory, they still love each other more than anything, Hyde being protective of his pacifist brother to a fault.

...But unfortunately...apparently not enough.

Maybe it was bad luck, maybe Jekyll was right about those forest cats, but one day, a patrol mistook the gentle cat, looking for his troublesome brother after he had been gone for much longer than usual, as such brother, who had been mucking around a bit to much in their territory, Squabbling with previous patrols, catching to much of their food and straying far to close to their camp. The end result was poor Jekyll meeting his untimely fate at the claws of one of the most aggressive of said clans patrol, sick and tired of this pet disrespecting and taking from them.

When Hyde came across his brother, bloody and lifeless, he was more than devastated, his own brother, the brother who wouldn't hurt a mouse, the brother who he loved more than anything...

...the brother who's claw wounds beared the scent of the clans.

He would avenge his poor, late brother, and he would do it by staining more than just his pelt red....

[aphidpaws]

i could fix her (give her a warm soft bed and cat treats)

[allyourlife]

Splashpond: He/they. Deputy of GlowClan.

[randomcatgen]

Dovepaw is a compact medicine apprentice with dense, light brown fur. He is 7 moons old. He has round, lilac eyes and a soft jaw. He is obedient and calm, but resentful. It's hard for him to admit when he's wrong. He likes to wear a fresh flower behind his ear.

[xmalereader]

— Endless Pt. 1 —

Bruce Wayne x Endless! Male Reader

☆ — MASTERLIST — ☆

SUMMARY: The endless family is made up of 7 children, so why is their an 8th? Reader is the black sheep of the family with no purpose to fulfill the human realm. He spends his days locked away in the Dreaming where he stays under his brothers watch. It wasn’t until one of Dreams new nightmares escapes the realm and starts causing problems in the Waking, giving reader a chance to show that he can be helpful in his family by tracking down his brothers nightmare, not knowing what awaits him.

WARNINGS/CONTENT: Angst, slow burn, MDNI 18+, language, endless family, dream trying to be a good brother, mentions of abuse, black sheep, self esteem problems, mentions of death, family secrets, friends to lovers, post riddler chaos, mentions of new villains, foreshadowing, reader and Bruce balancing each other out, Gotham is shit, slight kissing, trauma mentioned, OC nightmare, non-canon works.

WC: 5k

TAGS: @circusdexxter @lordzachariah0-0 @apolo1808 @i-cant-sleep615 @kayden1 @boylicious143 @h-ib @kik1010 @toxic90sboy @multifandomsimp69 @moththesadmage @stalker0

NOTES: Finally! After a very long break I’m finally getting back into writing again! I will mainly be focusing on my series that I’ve been planning for quiet awhile and really want to focus on this Endless series that I’ve had in mind for months. I’ll try my best to update as much as possible since each chapter will be between 5k-8k words or longer in order to have fewer chapters, but other than that, here is the first part and thank you for being patient on my writing!

Blinding - Florence And The Machine

The Endless had 8 children, each with a purpose in life.

Destiny with the purpose of defining all that is, Death was destined to put the universe to rest, Dream with the creation of stories and imagination, Destruction with the power of not only destroying but of making and producing, Desire with the purpose of wanting and lust along with their twin Despair who is the personification of despair and hope, and Delirium who can create realities and manipulate the human mind.

They all had an important purpose.

All but one.

The eighth child was the youngest of them all, having been born eons later after Delirium resulting in the last sibling of the Endless family. His siblings figured that he would have a purpose just like them only to have none. The last sibling wasn’t special nor was he given a proper name that would fit his so called ‘purpose’ instead both Father Time and Mother Night left their last child in the hands of their other children.

He expected his brothers and sisters to help him find a purpose that brought balance to the human realm, but neither sibling was much help. The twins simply teased him, mocking his existence while the others grew to busy in their own duties to give him the attention he needs, a few of his other siblings were busy searching for the ‘Prodigal’ who had left his duty many years ago and was being searched in order to restore balance again.

The youngest Endless could only watch from the sidelines holding onto hope that he too, would have a purpose of his own.

As he was passed around from sibling to sibling he spent most of his time in their realms watching their work and staying in line from overstepping into their duties. He spent most of his time in Dreams realm feeling his heart warm in joy when he walked through his brothers creation. The creation of stories and imagination was a powerful thing for many humans something that his brother found joy in doing.

There were times that he spent his time in his brothers library, hidden behind many rows of books, watching from the corners as his brother speaks with Lucian and Marvin. No matter how long he spends in this dreaming he never had the chance to actually create a bond with his brother, growing afraid each time he approached him when returning a book or when trying to ask a simple question about his creations.

Delirium was technically the baby in the family before he came into the picture and Dream already struggled with creating a bond with his sister and he didn’t want to get in the way of their bond. He spent years without knowing his duty that he’s grown used to being an outsider from his siblings, spending his ‘family’ dinners alone in Dreams realm, trying to stay out of their business as much as possible.

Even if his sister, Death, tired to convince him to join them for dinner he’d refuse and continue on with his day. What was the purpose of him being there? He can’t stand their whispers of pity, so why even bother.

He felt like a burden to his own family, so instead of trying to fit in he’d slowly pushed himself out of the picture and allowing them to have the spotlight while he stood out the frame. There were times that wished to disappear like his brother, Destruction. He didn’t know much about him and the others didn’t talk about him, not because they hated him, but because of the pain it brought them when reminded of their brother leaving without a word, abandoning his duty and hiding from the world.

When wandering around Dreams library he had found a book hidden deep in the shelves that contained a photo of his brother, Destruction. He looked older than the others and with a rugged expression on his face, having facial hair on his face and perhaps a grumpy like exterior. He kept the image of his brother in mind before putting the book back where it belongs in order to keep his brother, Dream from knowing his findings.

“A nightmare has escaped.”

He was doing his usual routine, hiding in the library and nose buried in a book before his ears perk at the sound of the ravens worried tone when landing near Lucians desk and letting her know about the situation.

“Does Lord Morpheus know about this?” Lucian had asked while she looked through the new plans of the realm, showing very little interest towards the situation since she had no control over dreams and nightmares.

The raven, Matthew tilts his head to the side. “He does—“

“Then I don’t see what this has to do with me.”

“It’s that new nightmare.” Said Matthew, voice laced with worry and concern.

His words causes Y/n to look up from his book, eyes widening when hearing Matthew. He knew what nightmare he was referring to and knew how messy the situation can turn out if a nightmare were to abandon its duties. Dream always kept an eye on his dreams and nightmares and had been making changes in his realm, more like improvements. He had been changing his nightmares into dreams and leaving him with time to make new nightmares for the dreamers, having created one that lurks on your deepest fears named Pitch.

Y/n never liked the nightmare when first meeting him, his tall structure and sharp yellow eyes always made him shiver and whenever he was alone the nightmare always found him.

“Pitch is nothing but problems.” Sighed Lucian while removing her glasses.

Matthew lets out a small sound of understanding. “He reminds me of the Corinthian in some way.”

The name was familiar to Y/n, having heard about him and the troubles he’s brought into Dreams realm the nightmare was so bad that Dream had to destroy his creation and store him away. His brother had claimed that he will restore the Corinthian again, one day when he deemed the time right.

Y/n doesn’t stay longer to listen to their conversation and closes his book, leaving it on the table and standing from where he sat. He doesn’t spare the librarian and raven a glance, having grown used to their silent glances when his presence is made known, leaving the library and making his way towards his brothers chambers where he finds him pacing around the room while reading a book in hand. He’s noticed the stack of books scattered on the floor with different names from many dreamers.

He can’t help but raise a brow at his brothers mess, but doesn’t point it out when approaching him.

“I suppose you are busy?”

Dream doesn’t look away from his book and keeps pacing. “I am always busy.” His voice echos back before stopping mid pace to look over to Y/n who stood a good distance from the other Endless. Dream looks at him up and down before asking. “Is there something you need?” He’d usually brush off anyone’s needs and focus on himself, but after his imprisonment of 100 years and spending more time around humans he’s grown to change.

Showing some compassion for once.

The younger endless stares at Dream and then down at the books that surround them both. He wants to jump in and help his brother with finding his missing nightmare to be able to do something for once. “I heard that Pitch left the realm.” He starts, noticing the slight frown appear on his brothers face which makes him bite the inside of his cheek in a nervous manner.

“I can help with finding him?” He finally asks.

Dream shuts his book which causes Y/n to flinch and avoid his brothers eyes, looking away nervously after asking. He would expect his brother to be upset for wanting to step in and provide assistance to his mistake when it was his duty to fix the problem and not Y/n’s.

But his brothers words surprise him. “I’d appreciate the help.”

Y/n’s eyebrows raise in surprise when he’s accepted to help, nodding slowly as he takes a few steps closer and a bit hesitant on what to do. “What are you looking for in these books?” He asks and bends down to pick one up, reading the name of the dreamer before flipping it open and skimming through the pages.

“Pitch lurks on fear. Since I no longer have my ruby, I am unable to find my nightmares and must doing things a bit differently.” Dream being to explain as he walks over to the other side of the room to toss the book he was currently reading on top of another pile. Y/n guessed that it’s the finished books he’s read. “If I wish to find Pitch I have to find out which dreamers are most likely to be targeted by him.”

Y/n looks back at the stack of books with wide eyes. “You’re trying to locate a dreamer who could possibly lure Pitch in?” He says in disbelief and turns back to Dream. “That could take hours or days, all dreamers have nightmares so Pitch could be going after anyone.” He sets the book down and steps back to stare at the different piles, reading off names and trying to figure out his brothers outrageous system of locating his missing nightmare.

Dream lets out a dry chuckle when hearing his little brothers worries and shakes his head. “Then,” he walks over to Y/n and hands him a book. “Lets get started.” The little Endless can only mentally groan as he takes the thick book in hand and watched Dream get back to his own reading.

The room falls into a comfortable silence as the two read for what felt like hours. The sound of flipping pages echoed in the throne room and the placement thud of the book beings piled up as the continued their reading. As much as he enjoyed spending time in his brothers library he was slowly growing tired of reading dreamers lives and how they spent their time in the dreaming realm when sleeping. Even though he doesn’t have a purpose he’s starting to realize that being a Dream lord wouldn’t be for him.

It wasn’t until he breaks out into a yawn that it gets the Dream lords attention, eyes glancing up from his book and towards his brother who was half asleep at this point. Dream sighs through his nose and closed his book, setting it aside from where he sat on the steps. “You're tired, get some sleep.”

Y/n snaps his head up and shakes his head at Dreams words. “I’m fine I can keep going.” He waves him off and tries to concentrate on the book o his lap, but Dream had quickly taken the book from him and closed it. “I can tell when someone doesn’t sleep.” His voice is low as he towers over Y/n who sits on the floor and sighs to himself, rubbing his eyes and nodding his head slowly. “Okay, I’ll get some sleep.” He mumbled in return as he stands from where he sat.

Even though he wanted to help Dream in finding Pitch he’d need to get some rest if he wishes to keep going. When letting Dream know that he will head off to his room and get some proper rest for the night he makes sure to sneak at least one book back to his bedroom in order to keep helping out of his brother sight and not get into any trouble.

He holds the book against his chest when leaving his throne room and down a different hall in his castle. He yawns again when reaching his own bedroom, its big and spacious when entering a few books are on the shelf and small little valuables are sitting near the balcony not having a lot since he spent most of his time in the Dreaming with his brother.

He tossed the book on his bed and falls face first into his pillow, moaning tiredly and closing his eyes for a few seconds, letting his body relax against the soft blankets and pillows. The silence wakes him back up, opening his eyes and glancing over to the book he had snuck into his room.

It was surprisingly thin and the binding is all black, getting his attention as he sits up and turns around to lie on his back. He grabs the book and holds it up, reading the name on the front cover.

“Bruce Wayne…” He whispers the name to himself and flips the cover open, starting at the beginning like every other book he’s read. He knows he’s suppose to be sleeping or else his brother will use his sand on him, but he can’t help but grow eager to continue helping his brother, to be able to do something for once as he reads the book in hand.

He’s nodding off little by little and trying to concentrate on the words on the pages, shaking the sleep away and sighing as he adjusts his sleeping position and groans before flipping to the next page only to freeze, his eyes full of confusion as he sits up, fully awake as he stares down at blank pages. He’s never seen something like this in the books, finding half of the pages blank.

The mans life ends in nightmares, but the blank pages had to mean something. He quickly pulls the blankets back and slips out of bed, rushing out of his room and holding the book in hand as he heads back to his brothers throne room to ask him about the strange book.

“Dream—?”

“Aren’t you suppose to be sleeping?” Dream cuts in and slams his book shut, setting it aside onto a pile. The time that Y/n spent reading had resulted in the shift of books, having less around the throne room since his brother had finished reading a few on his own. Before Y/n can ask about the blank pages in the book his brother had approached him and takes his wrist in hand, dragging him back to his room.

“Wait—!”

“I’ve told you many times that you are to be asleep, unlike me you need the rest since your body isn’t adjusted to the dreaming realm quiet yet.” He began to explain, disregarding Y/n’s protests as he’s dragged back to his room. “But Dream—!?”

“Enough talk.” They make it back to his room where Dream shoves him back into bed and takes the book from his grip, setting it aside and ignoring the title of the book since he was focused on Y/n.

“But the book!” said Y/n as he reached out to grab it only for Dream to push him back into bed.

“You can tell me about it tomorrow, now you sleep.” He doesn’t give Y/n the chance to speak again as he uses his sand on his little brother, watching as he yawns and his eyes slowly flutter closed.

—

Y/n doesn’t dream.

He knows that his own brother does since its apart of him, but Y/n never had dreams or nightmares. He always wondered if it was because he wasn’t an Endless like his siblings with a purpose in the human realm. His siblings had dreams, but never spoke about them. Dream had their books with their dreams and nightmares written locked away from prying hands, he never read their books in order to keep the privacy and respect, never lurking in their dreams to see what they think of when sleeping. He made a rule to never do such thing, but Dream was surprised when his little brothers book wasn’t on the shelf.

He had given it time since he was still young, but after eons, nothing.

That’s why Y/n had woken up without feeling anything, falling asleep in darkness and waking up as if nothing ever happened. He’d stare at the ceiling of his room, quiet and still as he thinks about last nights discoveries. He turns to his left where his brother had left the book. He would have expected Dream to take it back instead of leaving it in his room.

He takes the book into his hands again and reads the name to himself once more. His fingers opening the book as he flips through the empty pages in hopes of finding new words only to find nothing, ending in the same way as last night.

“You can’t be dead.” He says to himself when closing the book, he’s seen how their story is written before death comes for them. It always ends with a dream before their story reaches an end, but Bruce’s didn’t have that and it made him question it.

He holds the book in hand when leaving his room, heading off to see his brother only to find the throne room empty when arriving. The books that were scattered around were gone, leaving the place empty and clean. He decides to check the library, perhaps he could find his brother there if the books were all cleaned up.

Only, he doesn’t find his brother there other than Lucian.

“Lucian, have you seen Dream?” He speaks up softly towards the librarian as she organized a few books and puts them in their designated space in the shelves. She looks up from her work and sighs. “Lord Morpheus had to attend a family dinner.” She responds back which makes Y/n’s heart race at the statement, forgetting that family dinners were every few years.

He was always invited but rarely went since he didn’t want to deal with the usual conversations.

“Found your purpose yet?”

“Still staying with Dream?”

“Why even have another endless when you can’t figure out why you are here.”

The past conversation makes him shudder, hating the feeling of being different.

Lucian can easily see the sadness hidden behind Y/n’s eyes as if showing that he’s fine when deep down inside he was hurting.

“I was curious about something,” He began to say, holding the book under his arm. “have you ever dealt with a dreamers dreams not showing in their books?”

Lucian raises a brow at his question. “Lack of dreams?”

Y/n shakes his head. “More like, disappearing from the human realm when they aren’t really dead?” He winced at his own question, unsure if he was making sense towards the librarian.

“Oh,” Lucian gives him a look of surprise. “Well, we once dealt with a boy who went missing in the dreaming. We couldn’t find him in his books and it looked like he had disappeared from the world.” She explains while shelving books. “Turns out that a nightmare was keeping him hidden, using their power and work to hide the boy from the real world. A way of escaping reality and hiding in the dreaming.”

Y/n takes in her words, glancing down at the book he had. Thinking that perhaps this Bruce is suffering from nightmares, making him easy bait for Pitch. He isn’t sure if he’s right or wrong, but he knows he should let his brother know since its an urgent matter due to pitch leaving his duties and causing a problem to his brother.

“Thank you, Lucian.” He leaves the book on the table and quickly leaves the library. He doesn’t usually attend family dinners, but perhaps this once he can make an appearance only to let Dream know about his discoveries and then leave. His siblings always took turns in hosting dinners, sharing each others realms for a short period of time together.

Last dinner took place in Deaths realm, today it’s Destiny’s.

In order to enter his brothers realm he’d have to ask permission, but since its a family dinner he doesn’t need to ask. He’s only been in Destiny’s realm a few times, liking his garden that he walked through in order to make it to the clear opening where a dining table is set and finds his siblings conversing amongst each other.

He always felt nervous around his other siblings. He’s known them for eons, but he didn’t really know them. He only saw them as his siblings who took care of him when he was a child, but as time went by and he continued to age things had changed between them.

“Look who decided to join us.”

Desires voice floats through the air as he looks over to his sibling, giving them a small nod of acknowledgment. “Desire.”

“Endless.” They said back.

Y/n mentally flinched at the name. He’s Endless, but Endless of what?

“That’s a surprise, you usually don’t come to these dinners.” They continued on, taunting him with a sly grin on their face. “Oh!” They gasp out. “Are you here to tell us that you’ve finally found a purpose or did you just come to ruin the dinner?” They and Despair laugh at their comment which leaves Y/n quiet.

“That’s enough.” Dream cuts in, stopping his siblings mocking. Desire clicks their tongue and rolls their eyes when their fun is ruined.

Dream looks over to Y/n. “Are you here to join us?”

He doesn’t know what to say, his mind feels fuzzy and can hear his heart racing in his ears. His eyes glancing over to the twins who murmured to each other, his eyes then shift over to Death who looks at him with eyes full of pity and concern—he hated that look. His brother Destiny didn’t even look at him and and Delirium was lost in her own world.

It wasn’t until his eyes land on the empty chair across from Dream. He’s confused at first, asking himself why they would have a chair for him. “Oh…”

There was 7 seats, one for each sibling.

The seventh wasn’t for him. It was for his missing brother, Destruction.

He’s now realized had he’s never had a seat amongst them.

“Y/n?”

Dreams voice pulls him out of his thoughts, looking back at his brother and noticed the small hint of concern in his voice.

“Is something wrong?”

Y/n gives his brother a fake smile. “It’s nothing.”

He doesn’t stay much longer and turns his back, leaving his brothers garden and heading back to the Dreaming where he belonged. Did he really belong to the dreaming? Dream was only being a kind brother and letting him stay in his realm until he’s found his purpose but its been eons and he still hasn’t figured out what kind of endless he is. Thinking about it makes him feel like a burden, having bothered his brother for years not asking himself if Dream has perhaps grown tired of having him around.

He found beauty in his brothers work always amazed by his creations and ideas that he can’t help but think that he’s a mistake wandering around his brothers creation.

“You are just Endless.”

Dream of the Endless.

Death of the Endless.

Desire of the Endless.

They all had a name, but him.

“How can I know who I am…” He whispers in the emptiness of his room, staring at the pile of books that he had left forgotten in his room only to remember last nights book.

“Bruce Wayne.”

He may not be someone who can lead him to Pitch, but he could be a start. He’s curious to know why his book ended in blank pages, waiting to be filled with words. Even if he was wrong at least it was an excuse for him to leave the realm to perhaps find himself something out in the Waking.

Y/n had seen the Waking and had very little interactions with mortals, but perhaps he’ll get the chance to know them at a better level. There isn’t much for him to take other than a notebook with notes regarding his brothers dreams and nightmares and his time here in the dreaming. His room never had anything valuable only a simple bed and a few books, nothing else.

He flips the book open and reads his last page.

“Gotham City.”

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Henlo, I have a concept; pinning Rishen to a wall while they're still in their hero garb and tying his wrists with her own silk. Sweet thing has to keep their noises down, otherwise some concerned citizen might come over and see Scarlet Solstice getting ravished by another hero/villain/civillian!

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“You're tighter than I remember. . .”

Elritea City in the dead of night. Its vehicles still whirl their eco-friendly engines through the air. The flash of lights in combinations of reds and oranges compliment maroon fabric pinned to the wall.

No noise nor shine could compare to the song of shudders and pleasures sighs. The shimmer of tears you can envision pricking along the corners of his eyes. That pesky helmet that emulates that of a biker. As much as you adore it, you wish to pry it off of his head for daring to hide his expressions twisted with pleasure.

Your anger dishes out on his gummy walls instead. Your fingers pointedly piston rapidly. If only to curl into that one spot you have familiarised yourself with ten times and over.

Oh, you fantasise about the way his pretty maroon eyes would cross. Put the world on a standstill if they so much as caught a glimpse. At least your world did.

Alas, your beloved hero has an identity. And while you are all about making his life difficult — the fondness you have gathered for him over the past few months outweighs your darkest desires.

“Mnn,” his whine makes your head dizzy. You return the favour with firm strokes along that bundle of nerves. With your body flushed against him, you can practically feel the shivers that rake through him. A surge of pride rises within you.

Here he is, shivering in the middle of summer.

“No one satisfying this pretty hole when I’m not around?” Your voice to his ear fans your breath along his helmet. The fog along the screen soon eases to his wrists as you lean up to press your lips at the centre. Right above his silk you so readily tied him up with.

You punctuate with another firm thrust of your fingers. A third joins the mix to throw him into the thralls of pleasure. His moan sends your laugh into the crevice between his neck and shoulder. You latch on without care — just the way that you know the little hybrid fansies. What, with the way that his hips roll up against yours, you can think nothing less.

The pads of your fingers massage along the creases and crevices you know so well. Oh his whimpers are a sin to the night. The strain of his static voice, a result of the tech-changer, brings a grin to your lips. Your free hand reaches down to grind a palm on the evident bulge that forms in the nanite-powered fabric of his suit.

“P-P - hah ngh - c-can’t -”

All the poor hero can do is hiccup as your strength shoves him back into the wall. The wind carries his heated, muffled moans as your hands work him to creaming his pristine scarlet suit. It earns a low whistle followed with an arch of your brow.

“What kind of hero are you eh? Cummin’ in your pants for Elritea’s most wanted.” Your tongue runs over the top row of your teeth. Eyes glint in the red city lights and widen as a whiney pant into his helmet’s command-center sends a signal through his suit. The fabric around his crotch draws back with a scatter of digital traces. His soft, bronze thighs shine in the drizzle of a summer’s night. What a prize for your hand to eagerly squeeze at.

“And just as desperate. . . pretty slut.”

His reward comes with your knuckles against his clenched rim. Fingers messily pump in and out of his quivering ass. All while your free hand swirls a thumb to nurse the throb at his tip. You stroke slowly, vertically along the slit and worry your lip with an excitable bite as the spurt of precum that trickles to join the slick he squirted but a moment ago.

Another fervent command sounds into the helmet. This time with the pesky mark in question as the target. Once more the nanites dissipate into a mix of oranges and red sparks around his lower face. Drawn back to reveal his swollen lips parted in the slightest. Panting. Moaning. So eager to press into yours and pour the rest into your mouth as his hips steadily rock up into your pleasing hands.

What a whore indeed, your hero is. He should be knocking you halfway across the district by now. Instead he is here. Eyes rolled back and your fingers knocking against his sweet spot repeatedly. In a cruel rhythm that mimics the hum of the city and the thrum of the rain.

“What a loyal boy,” you croon against his lips, still eager for the taste of your kisses. All you give to him is a kiss to the corner, before your teeth latch onto corner of his jaw.

Your palm encases his tip. Squeezing, pulsating. He stains it in no time with a whining moan and his head hung back against the wall.

“Told you to keep quiet.” Is all you manage to hiss as your cum-stained hand smacks over his lips in a matter of seconds. The hand that had been too busy wrecking his tight hole now takes a break from its sworn duty to instead pull him along. Shuffle him out of sight.

As fun as it is to risk the flash of a camera and a juicy media headline; his whines are for your ears only. His body belongs to yours hands. You’ve had your fun in the rain. Time to yank him over to your lair and give him a night to remember. Again.

With the way his dick’s pulsing? You might as well ride him while he’s tied to that damned interrogation chair.

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1. The one and only Spider-Woman.

Pairings: WandaNat x F!Spidey!Polish!Reader, OC x Reader, Avengers x Reader (Platonic)

Summary: When your girlfriend cheated on you, you decided to finally accept Tony Stark's offer.

Warnings: Cheating with man, sad R, Homophobia

Wc: 1.2k

A/n: I will put my whole heart in this series😭 Next parts are gonna be longer.

You promised yourself you would always smile  while wearing your mask. For this reason your mask was showing the bottom of your face. It was your own project and it had a special place in your heart. You wanted to show people that nitatter what you are doing, and who you fight with, you will always smile, just be happy that you can protect innocent people. Another reason why you projected your mask like that, was the fact that you have fangs. It's not like you use them often, but they can be really helpful. One little bite, and can paralysis villains for a while. S.H.I.E.L.D knew about your existence, and wanted you to join avengers. They even send to you the one and only Tony Stark with Nick Fury. You decided to wait. It was your last month of school, and you had a girlfriend you didn’t want to leave alone.

You graduated with not so bad grades, and you passed all your exams with almost the best scores in your class. You hoped your girlfriend would be with you, but she texted you at the last minute that she needed to take care of her sick mother. You believed her. How could you not? She was almost the most important person in your life. So in the evening you decided to visit her, her mother knew you really well, and was happy her daughter had someone like you. Well, she didn’t know you were a couple, she was a typical homophobic christian, just like most people in your country. 

Only thing in her room you could see was how deep she was in kissing a guy. She didn’t even notice you opened the door to her room. Looking in her cold eyes made your stomach flip. You don't even know how... no, when this happened. You don't know when she met him, when he started being the reason she's smiling everyday, when she stopped caring about you. Only thing you can look at are her sky blue eyes you loved looking at. You were always finding your safe space in her, now the only thing you see in her eyes is how much she is disgusted in you. Her words were something you were expecting. You weren't enough. He is a man, of course she would want to be with him, how could she love a girl? You were just stupid thinking he was just her friend.You tried so much to not end up like before. But everything is always the same. You are trying your best, but they are always choosing someone else, someone who isn't so complicated, someone who is.. pure. The most important, they always will choose someone who will fuck with them after a week of dating. They don't understand why you care about romantic things, when you could just let them fuck you. They are animals chasing their own pleasure, don't giving fuck about true love. 

It was the first time when you put on your mask and did wear your bright smile. 

There was no reason for you to stay. Your friend moved out a long time ago, and for you, your online friends were enough. Your parents were dead. At least for you. Just like you were dead for them. They didn’t want a Lesbian daughter, and you hated them for all the traumas they gave you. You half lived on the street. Most of the time you were spending in school or saving your country. You showed up in your home only if you needed to take a shower or books for school. 

“What are you thinking about kiddo?” Tony asked, putting hand on your back.

“You know, just how my girlfriend cheated on me few hours ago, and now Im part of fucking Avengers” You didn’t even looked at him. You only look at changing numbers signaling that you were higher every second. 

After running away from your girlfriend's house, you called Tony. Only thing  you wanted was to leave as far away and as fast as you could. Break ups were always hard for you. You just wanted to feel loved, feel important for someone. Looking at the sunset on top of one of the buildings was your way to say goodbye to the country you truly love. You promised yourself, you will start a new and better life. No thinking about the past. You need to let it go, and life looking at the future. You knew it would be hard, but you also knew you needed to do this. There's too many open wounds, just because you couldn’t let go thinking about the past every night. 

Pretending to smile while meeting everyone was the hardest part. Pretending to be happy while in the back of your mind the only thing you could think of was your exs, and how you couldn’t be enough for them. Tony left you just when you walked out of the elevator. Steve introduced himself and his friend Bucky. You gave them a polite smile and mumbled your name. You just wanted to go to your room and sleep the rest of the day. Next people that introduced themselves were Clint, Bruce and Sam. Last person was Natasha Romanoff. You learned from her that her wife Wanda is on the mission with Thor. 

“I hear slavic accent.”

“Oh, yeah…  I'm Polish.”

“Tony was one hundred percent sure you're from Russia.” You hate when people mistake you for Russian. It's not even like your languages sound super alike. 

“Chuj.” You said to yourself. “Uhm, nevermind.”You looked at the floor when she looked at you. Natasha just laughed it off and you smiled. 

(Chuj - Dick)

“I'm guessing you don’t know where your room is?” When your eyes met her forest green ones, you felt like you couldn’t look away, but you needed to. You didn't want her to take you for a freak. 

“Yeah… Stark just left me here, and didn’t show me anything.” You rolled your eyes.

“Come with me. Tony decides that you will take Wanda's old room. We have lived together for the past few years, so her room stood empty. It's next to ours.” She said pointing at one of the doors. “So if you need something you can always knock.”

“So… It was nice to meet the famous black widow.” You opened the door to your room. 

“It was nice to meet another spider.” After you closed the door you looked around the room. You didn’t take many things with you, so there wasn’t a lot to unpack. Just some clothes and books. Just a few minutes and everything was in their places. You looked out the window and a few seconds later at mask in your hands. 

After a while you were jumping between buildings. It's late at night, so one would rather see you. When you get tired of jumping, running and half flying, you sit at the top of a skyscraper.

“So It will be my new life. The spider-woman saving the world.” You laughed to yourself. “It's almost unbelievable."

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Neverland | Peter Pan - Part two

Peter Pan x Fem!reader

Credits: All credits go to the authors / the producers / etc. of the show / the book / the movie. I own my OCs and their plot and any differences from the original plot.

Request: @alastorsbride

Summary: Peter and you meet again, but this time you get interrupted.

A/n:  Someone asked for a part two and I have Disney+ right now… so why not?

Warnings: use of y/n, not proofread /edited/ …

Wc: 1,059

Part one

After your last encounter with Peter you stopped going on your nightly strolls for exactly two nights until the curiosity killed you and you began to sneak off into the jungle again, making sure no one followed you. Now, Peter Pan would argue, that he is in fact not no one, keeping you on purpose blissfully unaware that he watched over you. You had sparked his interest long before he introduced himself to you and it only grew, after you didn’t tell your companions that you had meet him. It was now irrevocable that you two would meet again.

You had only slept for a few hours when you were awoken by a sound you couldn’t quite name. Luckily the sun was starting to rise, so you could actually look around and see if the others were also awoken by the sound, but only Emma seamed to stir in her sleep. Again, you were a really curios person, so you did what any curios person would do and got up to find the source of this sound. You grabbed a dagger, that was given to you by Emma’s dad, Charming, when you came to Neverland and made your way silently into the jungle where you thought the sound came from.

Neverlands jungle was different when the sun was out. To the peaceful feeling the nature gave you came a different feeling of slight uneasiness. The magic of the night was lost to the sun. You didn’t have to walk long to find the source of the sound.

“Of course, you heard it!” His voice sounded as smug as ever.

“Peter.” You turned around and saw him already looking at you with his arrogant… and proud smile?

“I thought you would be more excited to see me,” he said with a fake pout. His pan flute still in his hand, he walked to you - his eyes staring directly into yours - only stopping one step before you.

Trying not to get lost in his eyes and failing miserably, you looked down to his hand holding the flute.

“You made that sound, why?”

“I just wanted to see something,” he answered lightly and stepped around you, so that he stood behind you. He leaned forward, so that his lips were right beside your left ear and said with a low voice: “I wanted to see if I was right.” He leaned back, bringing the flute to his mouth and letting a few notes of the melody sound again.

Your breath was stuck in your throat. Your knees felt weak and you could still feel his breath near your ear, even so he had leaned back right after, watching your reaction with amusement. You felt like you were dying. You hated that he made you feel this way (lie, you didn’t hate it). He was the villain, who ordered Henrys kidnapping (truth) and now he was playing mind games with you for his amusement (truth, or?). It made you angry, hating it to be just a piece he thought he could toy with, you clenched your clothes in your fist, feeling the cold metal of your dagger. Spinning around you held your dagger to Peters throat, while pressing his body into the tree behind you.

“Stop, playing your stupid mind games with me!” Anger was written all over your face and for a slight second you thought seeing surprise flash in his eyes, before they turned back to arrogance.

“You have gotten fierier since last time,” he teased “I like it.”

Again, you got lost in his eyes. No!

“Stop it! And stop that!” You pleated.

“What?” he asked innocently.

“You know wha- Emma?“ You were interrupted by Emma standing a couple steps beside you, holding her sword.

“What is going on here? Who is that, Y/n?”

“He is Peter Pan.”

“I am Pan,” You both spoke at the same time.

Emmas face turned blank and in under a second, she stood right beside you.

“Where is Henry?”

Pan laughed, “He is alive, so don’t worry”

“Why did you take him?”

“Well, he is a special boy…” He looked at you, still holding the dagger.

“That doesn’t answer my question!”

“Hmm, doesn’t it?”

“What. Do. You. Want. With him?” You asked this time, getting tired of him dodging Emmas questions.

He looked at you, glancing down on the dagger.

“I maybe am going to tell you, if you put your dagger down.”

You glanced to Emma, waiting for her to decide.

“Okay,” she sighted.

As you stepped away from him, dagger still in your hand, you realised just how close you were to him the whole time. Your cheeks heating up, Peter watched again with amusement the reaction he got out of you.

“Now tell us,” Emma demanded.

“Yeah- no.”

Emma stepped closer to him, her sword held high.

“But I am going to give you this,” He took a piece of paper out of his pockets.

“What is this?”

“It’s a map that will you lead you directly to your son.”

“If this is some kind of trick-“

“I may not be the well-behaved boy on Neverland, but I always keep my promises.”

He winked at you.

“Why are you giving this to me?” She asked, while taking the map out of Peters hand.

“Because it is about how you find him and you’re the only one who can.”

Emma unfolded the paper and looked at the blank page, “It is blank.”

“You can only read the map when you stop denying who you really are.”

Emma looked down again.

“I have to go now. See you soon!”

Before leaving he looked at you and mouthed “I promise.”

Emma looked up, seeing Peter gone.

“What happened before I got here? And don’t lie to me!”

“I- uh, I heard a sound and wanted to know where it was coming from and then there he was. Shortly after you came.” You didn’t know why you didn’t tell her or them the whole truth. Maybe you were scared that they would be mad at you or maybe it was because of your curiosity, wanting to find out why he hadn’t done something to you yet and what he really wanted from you.

“Okay,” Emma didn’t look convinced, but also didn’t question you any further.

“Let’s go and get back to the others.”

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Oh yeah the WC fandom is fucking insane.

There's a very popular fanartist who has an OC that's a villain and people were harassing her because her villain is a white cat in a clan of black cats, and she was bullied and abused by them for her fur color.

People were literally accusing her of being a racist because "The white cat is being abused by the black cats, the artist is clearly saying that black people are evil and violent and want to victimize white people!"

The artist literally based the dynamic on how crows will ostracize birds in their flock that have albinism and people were going, "Why did she have to do this story with cats? Why not just do it with crows? Kind of sus :/"

Like,,, hello? What? It's fine if the story is about birds, but if it's about cats, it's racist? How does that make any fucking sense.