Have you ever thought about how terrifying Molly Hooper actually is?
The girl’s got an encyclopedic knowledge of human anatomy and pathology that makes Sherlock jealous, regularly processes murder victims as part of her routine job, is closely acquainted with police investigative procedure and when she helped Sherlock fake his death she played her part so convincingly that Scotland Yard was completely fooled.
If she wanted, she could easily be the deadliest character on this show. Your ass is just lucky she prefers kittens and fluffy sweaters to recreational murder.
sure thing, I’m terribly sorry this has been a LONG time in the making, I’ve had about thirty requests since this was requested that i’ve had to do 😭 that you for requesting nonetheless
8: “You hide it in jokes and sarcasm, but I can see how broken you are.”
9: “Just do one last thing: kiss me.”
I didn’t know whether or not to make this sad so I did a bit of sad and happy (have no idea how this will turn out…)
You knew as you followed Draco down to the Black Lake that morning it was going to happen if he didn’t tell you what was wrong. The tension had been tough for a while: it was your last year of school and Draco was always distant, he wasn’t the same person you fell in love with four years ago. His cold hands, his disheveled hair, the bags under his eyes; he wouldn’t tell you what was wrong despite your countless attempts, but you knew it was to do with his parents. Since Harry and the rest of the trio had left to follow the horcruxes, Draco had been very on edge; his parents would frequently take him out of school and whenever he’d return he’d jump at every touch. Unlike his proviso self, he’d even turn down the offer to stay in your dorm for the night - where he’d previously jumped at the chance to take your clothes off, now he just politely declined. He’d cry a lot, too, but only when he thought no one else was around. You so badly wanted to be there for him but he wouldn’t let you in.
Might as well post this page of my sketchbook that I dedicated to Eddsworld. The count rn for how many times I’ve drawn them is at: Tom: 17(11 of which is on this page alone) Edd: 3 Matt: 5(4 on this page) Tord: 4 Eduardo: 1 Tamara: 1 Ringo: 2
World War II was certainly a horrific time for the people of Britain, but what about their pets? With the introduction of rationing in 1940, many families found it difficult to feed themselves, let alone their fury friends. A year earlier, the government had sent out a pamphlet to every British household titled Advice to Animal Owners. Inside was what every pet owner feared: Instructions on how to kill their pets if war should break out again:
“If at all possible, send or take your household animals into the country in advance of an emergency. If you cannot place them in the care of neighbours, it really is kindest to have them destroyed.”
The pamphlet contained a coupon for a special type of pistol used to euthanise animals humanely. In all, over 750,000 pets were killed.
Genre: Angst holy shit Words: 2,429 Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Rape mentions (pls don’t read if this will trigger anything & also i’m here to listen if anyone needs to talk) Summary: Bucky doesn’t know what to do when traumatizing events result in your witty remarks dying down to nothing.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Bucky slammed his fist into the wall of the quinjet, resulting in his teammates to look over at him warily. He didn’t pay them any attention. His mind was only able to focus on the situation at hand: you gave yourself to HYDRA to save him, and now you were paying the ultimate price.
He didn’t want to think about your frantic expression as you threw your arms up in surrender to all of the guns during the raiding of the HYDRA base, leaving him hiding in the shadows where they were unaware of him. He didn’t want to think about the look you secretly gave him as they escorted you away, telling him to get the hell out of there as soon as they turned their backs and put all of their attention on their new prisoner: you. He didn’t want to think about what they could be possibly doing to you at the very moment he sits useless in the quinjet. He didn’t want to think at all.
Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color
Warnings: Cursing, Panic Attack Type Thing, Past Trauma (Hydra Stuff),
Summary: Reader has powers similar to Bobby in the X-Men movies, and is afraid of the dark thanks to Hydra. When there is a storm and all of the power goes out in the Avengers tower, her and Tony get closer.
Author’s Note: So this is my first Tony Stark x Reader piece! I randomly got the idea and decided to write it and run with it! I hope you enjoy! This isn’t beta read, so I’m sorry for any errors.
If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces (All Works, Specific Fandoms, or Specific Multi-Parts), please let me know! I am taking requests. And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!
It’s been about a year since you joined the Avengers. Well, sort of. You were still in training. Your hand to hand combat as well as your weapons training were pretty much complete and up to the team’s standards. It was your special abilities that caused a problem. You had the ability to manipulate ice and colder temperatures. You have been working on controlling it, but you haven’t been able to completely get it together. Last week, you lost it and froze half of the hangar.
This inability to control yourself led to multiple mental breakdowns. The only people who could calm you down were Wanda and Tony. Wanda had to use her power most times, but Tony was able to just be him and help. You had always been interested in Tony, and you could even say that you were in love with him. But you figured he wouldn’t go for someone like you. You’re not his usual type of woman, why would he change?
The entire team had to go out on a week long mission. Tony stayed back though. Wanda was for sure needed, but he wanted to be home with you in case something happened. The team agreed and left you and Tony in the Tower.
Everything was going smoothly this week. You had been able to do some personal work, worked out a bit, and even got some training in with Tony. Control was still a struggle, but you didn’t breakdown since Tony was right there to help. The week seemed to speed by. That is, until the storm hit. You had seen the weather forecast for a couple days before Saturday night. You knew it was going to be a bad storm, but you didn’t think it would get as bad as it did.
You were working on cleaning your room while it rained. It had been something that you’d been putting off for awhile. You were working on folding some clothes when the power completely shut off. It was dark outside, so not a lot of light was coming from your window. It was so dark. It became difficult to breathe and you could feel yourself shaking.
“No no no no no.” You backed into the corner of your room and slide down the wall. “FRIDAY! Help!” You just about screamed to the AI system.
First, We get this big color page of Zeref and Mavis making out but then at the end they don’t look at each other. It’s not like you can say ‘oh this is past and present’ because that first scene never happened.
Second, why is Gajevy in a corner? We get all the big 4 ships in this color page but all of them except Gajevy get horizontal boxes that show off the ship, Gajevy is pushed into a corner. You think the only one of the 4 pairings to be canon would get bigger panels.
Third, Why is Gildarts and Cana here? This cover is really trying to push romantic love over familial love. But then your big symbolism loses meaning when you go against the grain, because when you look at Chelia and Wendy people are going to say “Well it’s platonic”
Fourth, why are Chelia and Wendy in a pool? I mean it doesn’t even get in any loli fanservice because their swim suits are way more conservative.
Fifth, I know about Elfever because I’m very absorbed into the fandom and put in a lot more effort in caring about than say a more casual viewer. I can only expect that a casual viewer is scratching their head because outside of caeos neither Elfman nor Evergreen have done anything, let alone remind you their in a relationship.
Six, Mirajane and Laxus. Seriously I’ve gone through all of Fairy Tail and this was never pushed as a possibility. You could’ve put in Lyon and Meredy and it make as much sense.
Seven, If your going to include familial love, why aren’t the strauss family together? They have been the pillar of blood relationships in this series for a long time.
Eight, and probably my biggest gripe, WHERE IS ALZACK X BISCA AND REN X SHERRY?! Seriously, you think for a page promoting a lot of love you’d want to include the only married couples in the series. And I understand Ren and Sherry are very minor characters but ALzack and Bisca? They have not only been here for years but also Bisca has done more this arc than Elfman and yet his ship gets a panel. Bullshit.
Okay so actual story time.
So Natsu all fired up with Dragon force faces Zeref. Also that human thing, umm, while I like the plot point you still kinda make it weak with the fact of the poor execution of the human moment.
Oh god. Natsu just blast right through her, no I’m serious Mavis’s plans are never good.
So Zeref has Mavis now. Well, it’s over. No seriously he got what he wanted he doesn’t need to listen to you Mavis.
Mavis says she has a way to “beat’ Zeref but Zeref says it’s useless. Not even END could beat him. Umm Zeref, you and END haven’t fought. Natsu hasn’t released it yet.
Zeref wants to kill Acnologia because he fears how when all humans are gone, immortals like them will become toys for him. Okay, as much shit I throw at this chapter, that is a really interesting idea and does tie together some of the odd dialogue from Zeref in previous chapters. So props.
Oh Gee! It’s almost like walking right into his hands was a bad idea! Seriously, this isn’t a surprise, you gift wrapped his victory.
We cut away to the christina
So Acnologia is still chasing them and it seems he’s maintaining a trail because he can smell Wendy’s dragon scent most likely.
Also *groan* Anna says she can open the gate because she’s a celestial wizard, oh go fuck yourself. I’ve already predicted your obvious end so lets get to it.
Jellal then volunteers himself to buy them some time which is honestly their smartest move. He has the most magic, suffered the least damage and his multi purpose heavenly body magic could be useful.
We cut to Zeref and Mavis
So apparently, Neo Eclipse isn’t a total reset rather it is just one person getting a do-over and can most likely preserve the memories so he can avoid aking that timeline.
I do kinda like this scene as Zeref is doing his contradiction thing but it also lends this idea of almost gray goal rather than a black and white one. Which I like.
And now for a scene I don’t like. This no regrets line feels really odd for a contradiction based character. Like is this definitive thought or this his justification? I just don’t like this scene.
After striking his power up pose Zeref activates Fairy Heart.
Oh my God I really has surpassed god! He got two of the greatest manga power ups of all time. Longer hair and a change of clothes! And as we all know those are signs of a truly god level threat.
So post Chapter follow up: Well this chapter was a whole lot of nothing. Like aside from Zeref going god mode nothing really happens. Like it’s even just re-stating stuff we already know, this chapter was kinda padded out.
So pros, I do really like the reason why Zeref fears Acnologia, and I also like any scenes where Zeref can come off as the shades of gray character that he was introduced to us as. It’s also nice neo eclipse only is one reset and not the whole world changing.
Another thing I like is Jellal making the heroic sacrifice, because he’s the only well established side character on Christina doing something!
On the negative side, this chapter is just so stupid. Aside from the issue of nothing but going around in a circle of stating what we already know. But the worst of all is Mavis being a freaking idiot. Again she literally handed him all this god level strength because she’s an idiot. It’s not even a “oh wait she’s blinded by her emotions” moment. It’s a “let me put you in a prime position to take what you started a whole war over.” Since, this is what the chapter revolves around it was just painful.
Death follows us all, and she can’t understand why are we so scared of her. After all, she’s compassionate being too. (Death POV)
A/N: Death and Love are sisters. Love has a daughter, Life. No, I’m not on drugs. While I was writing my eyes decided that they wanted to be clouds and rain on my face. So yeah, tell me what do you think about this.
I found him beautiful.
I found him rare, special. I found him exquisite.
I watched him grow up, I watched him get hugged multiple times by my sister. I’ve always wondered if she found him beautiful too. After all, Love have always found every single thing beautiful. Love makes every single thing look more alluring. Maybe that’s why everybody seems to like her.
I’ve seen how fate took him to my war zone, and how he threw some soldiers to my embrace. I remember how I gladly accompanied them to where they souls belonged to since then. However, it killed me how they came to me, all beaten up, fear in their eyes as if I was the one who pulled the trigger. But it wasn’t Bucky’s fault. Everything is written down for me. He just happened to be my intermediary.
He was my diamond before they decided to rip off his humanity: so tough, yet so fragile. They tried to send him to me multiple times, his agony calling me desperately, his screams asking for my presence. But I simply couldn’t take him. I knew my sister had something saved up for him, something exceptional: a soulmate.
“Some must fight, so that all may be free.” -Vigil motto
The charr don’t have families as we define them. Believing that their children should be raised equally, not coddled or scorned by society because of their parents’ legacy, charr cubs are separated from their blood relatives less than a year after birth. Growing up in a fahrar, an institution equal parts school and nursery, the cubs have no contact with their flesh-and-blood family. But that doesn’t mean that they’re alone; each and every charr has a warband to watch their back on and off the battlefield.
The warband is a charr’s true family. Among them are a charr’s brothers, sisters, friends, and lovers. They do everything together, whether that means sharing a meal, building a house, or defending their homeland from the advancing Dragon menace. And that includes death, too–if a warband is ever to fall, they fight to the last soldier.
Some charr, though, don’t die with their warbands. Either they flee or they hide or they slay the last of the creatures that killed their friends. These sole survivors are known as gladiums, and the charr don’t consider them clever or lucky for outlasting the others. To them, they’re the dirty cowards that fled in fear while their family was killed–how else could they have possibly survived?
Gladiums are spat upon by the charr of the Black Citadel and beyond, widely believed to be deserters and cheats. They must walk through life alone, with no Legion to command them and no family to comfort them. Most will give in to despair and live out the rest of their existence as the lowest caste of charr society. A few will find new warbands, and rejoin the fight with a new family to keep them company. And once in a blue moon, a gladium will carry on alone, becoming so legendary that even the most prejudiced of charr will come to grudgingly respect them.
Almorra Soulkeeper falls firmly into that last category.
Before the death of her warband, Almorra was a loyal Blood Legion soldier–so loyal, in fact, that she had been promoted to Legionnaire for her efforts. In 1319 AE, Legionnaire Soulkeeper had been dispatched to the Blazeridge Steppes, where she supervised the war effort against the humans of Ebonhawke. Her forces spent weeks harrying enemy supply lines, and Almorra was an active part of that. Fighting alongside her was the prestigious Soul warband. Her family.
One fateful day, Soulkeeper and her warband were on patrol in the area known now as the Lowland Burns. All was quiet–no troublesome humans to be seen. And then… they heard a roar. That roar was followed by an earthquake, and that earthquake was followed by a storm. They were quick to realize that something unnatural was taking place, but beyond that, they knew nothing.
It was Almorra’s second-in-command that saw it first. Something was moving in the black, writhing clouds, something loud and angry. It was larger than anything they had ever faced, a winged horror that seemed to be made only of magic and rage. The asuran scholar Snaff would go so far as to call it a living storm–the Elder Dragon Kralkatorrik, rampaging across Tyria for the first time in ten thousand years.
At the sight of such a beast, the Soul Warband froze in fear. The only one that managed to keep their wits was Almorra herself. She tried to rally the others, but it was far too late for that. Kralkatorrik was upon them in moments… and then it was gone. It was flying south, toward Ebonhawke and the Crystal Desert, barely noticing the charr below.
That didn’t spare them. Where Kralkatorrik flew, the land underneath was twisted and corrupted. The Soul Warband had fallen under Kralkatorrik’s shadow, and Almorra could only watch as they were twisted and corrupted too. They became the first of the Branded, Kralkatorrik’s vicious, crystalline minions. And the first thing they did was turn on Almorra, the only one to escape the Elder Dragon’s touch.
Almorra knew how dragon corruption worked. She knew her family was already dead, and that these were only husks. She knew that her next move could only be a kindness, an end to her warband’s suffering. But that knowledge didn’t make her task any less painful. While other heroes made history in Ebonhawke and beyond, Almorra was forced to wipe out her own warband.
After the last of the monsters that had once been her closest friends had died, Soulkeeper returned to her army. There, she discovered that her warband had not been the only victims. The charr stationed outside of Ebonhawke had been directly under the Dragon’s path, and they too had succumbed to Kralkatorrik’s corruption. Legionnaire Soulkeeper was forced to return to charr territory alone.
When she did make it back to the Black Citadel, she wasn’t greeted with relieved gasps or polite condolences. Like all gladiums, she was met with bared fangs and accusations of dishonor. The circumstances didn’t matter–her warband was gone, and that was enough. Faced with such venom, Soulkeeper was quick to resign from her position as Tribune. Falling into a deep sadness, she left the Black Citadel behind.
The former Tribune wandered Tyria for a long time, lost in her own personal darkness. She could find nowhere to settle, and nobody to comfort her. Everywhere she went, she found signs of the Dragons’ reach–the ruins of once-grand cities, armies of corrupted beasts, formerly fertile lands that were now twisted wastes. And every day, there was more lost ground. It seemed that the Elder Dragons would not rest until civilization itself was gone.
And Almorra could do nothing to stop them. After all, these were the primordial forces of nature, and she was only a single charr. She was alone.
But then she realized… that wasn’t true. She wasn’t alone. All around her, the victims of the Elder Dragons’ rampages suffered. There were too many of them to count, from every race, kingdom, and creed. And they were lost in darkness and misery, like Almorra had been. But the former Blood Legion Tribune offered them a light: vengeance. Soon, there were whispers of an army being raised in the fields of eastern Kryta. An army dedicated to fighting the Elder Dragons.
An army known today as the Vigil.
The charr will always think of gladiums as cowards, and Almorra Soulkeeper will always be the exception. She was among those that led the charge at Claw Island. She had an active hand in the death of Zhaitan. When Mordremoth stirred, she took up arms without hesitation.
She is General Almorra Soulkeeper, commander of the Vigil. She is not a coward, and she will never be alone again.
You know, I don’t want to see Murphy and Emori forgiving Clarke and the others after what they did. Sometimes, I’m wondering if they’re acting in order to survive or if they were feared to die, to be fried just like the guy fried.
Emori was right, they chose her. They found an hypocritical excuse but they chose her. How many time did they killed people in order to survive? Because they feared for their life. The guy was ready to kill her in the 407 anyway. It was sooooo easy for them to choose her and they threatened Murphy too. He was next on the table even if he didn’t do anything to them this season, even if both of them were helpful.. I think Clarke interacting with Memori in the 4x07 was important because she had to see how outcasts are, how they are living. She had to see they are human and not just outsiders or pigs (and even thinking like this is awful, pigs are animals after all).
It’s very obvious I’m on Memori’s side since a long time. I won’t debate on it. Even if I recognize it was important to Clarke to stop being Wanheda and becoming again Clarke Griffin, I still have an hard time to forget what they were ready to do to Memori and Luna. That also why I don’t want to see Luna, Emori and John forgiving Clarke and the others because they acted like their life was worthless, nothing, just good sacrifice for saving the humanity. I think, if they survive of course, they will need time to forget what just happened.
Also, I notice again Emori was right when she talked to Clarke in the forest. She would do anything to do in order to save her own group.. Emori was right when she talked to Clarke in the Mansion. I don’t forget Emori told her her story. All her life, people make her expandable, they tortured her for nothing because she is different from the others.. And you all see what happened in the 408.
It’s such a tragedy…. Anyway, Memori and Luna are fine but how long?
Request: anon asked “I was wondering if you would write one for Tommen Baratheon were the reader and him are really close, both having feelings for each other but Tommen is unsure if breaking a bond with the Tyrell’s will cause out-rage and you are too shy and insecure but he finally makes up his mind to drop the betrothal and tells his mum (who is overjoyed) and rushes to tell you, but you have literally fallen fatally ill and the maesters don’t know if you’ll live or die so he spends time showing love to you. Thx!”
and another anon asked “I am literal trash for this idea… But I have a HUGEE annoying crush on Tommen and I was wondering if you could possibly write one were the reader is whom Tommen becomes engaged too/ his best friend and out of anger and feelings of betrayal , Maragarey attempts kill the reader with the same posion that killed Joff, but Cersei now carries and attidote around out of fear so she is able to save her, Tommen rushes to Y/n and fluff fluff please!!! Thank you very much”
Warnings: serious illness, assassination attempt
Word Count: 1581
Notes: that moment when ur computer keeps autocorrecting tommen to tome…changed up some of the request in a couple minor ways. enjoy!
Anthony looked up from his suitcase, giving you a small
smile. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” He stated, zipping it shut and letting out a
soft sigh. “Are you sure it’s not going to be cold? It’s winter here… shouldn’t
it be the same there?”
You rolled your eyes. “I know my country pretty damn well. I
mean sure, you’ll need maybe one jumper, which you’re wearing, but in summer
you’ll be close to naked most of the time,” You said. “Can we go through that
vocabulary check again?”
“Don’t you think you’re overdoing this slightly? I mean,
surely I won’t need to know all of these…”
“What’s a thong?” You interrupted, ordering an Uber and
heading towards the door, pulling your case behind you.
“Can’t I just call them flip flops? It makes so much more
sense… I feel like I’m talking about underwear if I call them thongs,” Anthony
whined, forming a small pout with his lips.
“Hey, I changed everything I knew when I moved here! I mean,
you drop all the u’s from words! For example, it’s c-o-l-o-u-r, not c-o-l-o-r.
It’s wrong. We may as well drop the u from you as well,” You stated, pressing
the button for the elevator and waiting.
“I’ve told you a million times and I’ll tell you again, it’s
c-o-l-o-r. I won’t stand for your spelling mistakes. By the way, will we have
shrimp when we get there? I’ve heard it’s delish when it’s on the barbie,”
Anthony asked, following you into the elevator.
You took a deep breath, letting it out with a loud sigh.
“For the last time, there are no shrimps. Just prawns. And if I hear you say
“barbie” one more time, I will throw up. Which reminds me, please don’t do your
Australian accent when we get there. We all know it’s extremely inaccurate and
will make everyone uncomfortable or angry,” You stated, pressing the button for
the ground floor and sighing.
“Will we have vegemite at least? I wanna try everything I
can, and I’ll bring everything back too! We can make it feel like you’re at
home, but you’re not! It’ll just be all the food from your homeland here and
it’ll be super exciting!” Anthony rambled, bolting out of the elevator as soon
as the doors opened. You rolled your eyes, following him quickly.
“Of course I’ll give you vegemite, but you’re not going to
like it,” You replied, putting all of your things in the boot of the uber when
it arrived. You stepped inside, getting comfortable and resting your head
against the window.
“Why the hell not? It sounds delightful in all of the
youtube videos. I’m sure people are just screwing up their face for comedy.
Speaking of youtube, I watched these two British fringe guys talking about
Australia and it was pretty great. But they mentioned some concerning animals
and I was hoping you could make me feel a bit better about them?”
“What kind of concerning animals would you be talking about?”
You asked, raising your eyebrow.
“Well first of all, there’s the textile cone which is
obviously the most dangerous of them all. I mean, you step on that shit and you’re
probably gonna die. That’s pretty scary, right?”
“That doesn’t even seem like a real thing. Were these British
guys legit? Or did they drink some alcohol in the arvo and then make the video?”
You asked, crossing your arms.
“What the hell is arvo? Is it like an avocado?” Anthony
asked, a confused look on his face.
“No, it’s the afternoon. You should’ve picked this up from
me long ago. What else don’t you know… oh! Have you heard of drop bears?” You
asked, a smirk appearing on your face.
“Drop bears? Sounds dangerous, tell me more,” He said,
resting his head in his hands.
“Well, a drop bear is like a koala-“
“I like koalas.”
“Most people do. But the difference between koalas and drop
bears is that drop bears are three times the size of humans, and they feed off
the blood of small Australian children. Sometimes they attack adults, but
adults survive. Everyone always has that one friend that was attacked… it’s
pretty violent if you ask me,” You stated, the smirk on your face growing
“Are we gonna be safe? How do they kill you?” Anthony asked,
fear in his eyes.
“Well, we’ll be safe as long as we stay away from bushy
areas and trees in general. Otherwise, we’re doomed,” You said, patting his
back. “But don’t worry. If you get attacked, you’ll have a scar to prove you
“Are they worse than the snakes? And the spiders?”
“Way worse. Bigger than a shark, teeth sharper than a snake’s…
do you want me to continue? You seem a bit… scared,” You said, giggling.
Anthony frowned. “Why the hell are you laughing at my fear?
I have reason to be afraid. You don’t seem afraid at all… have you been
attacked? Are you apart of this drop bear cult?”
“Well, the thing is, there isn’t a drop bear cult. There’s
just koalas. They’re a myth… you fell for it pretty badly though. I thought you’d
see through it the moment I mentioned it,” You said, bursting into a fit of
Anthony groaned. “I hope you get bitten by a snake,” He
muttered, crossing his arms.
“No you don’t. You love me,” You replied, kissing his cheek.
“I do. And I hope you’ll protect me from all the bad things
your country has to offer.”
You smiled, hugging him tightly. “You can count on me.”
“Good, because I also have some concerns about…”
You rolled your eyes, listening to Anthony going on about
the other dangerous creatures as the car trip went on. You hoped that eventually,
your boyfriend would realise that Australia isn’t as dangerous as everyone
makes it out to be.