i do not know how the third world war will be fought

Newcomers Pt 7

The Benemar swarmed across Terra almost completely unchecked, their sheer numbers and the suddenness of their attack meant the Humans were unprepared for such and assault and even though their orbital defence platforms reaped a bloody toll on their attackers the Benemar overwhelmed them. Still the Humans fought, determined to make the Benemar pay in blood for every inch of Terran soil they took and for every Human they killed the Benemar would loose a hundred of their warriors.

The Benemar focused their assault on the heavily populated area with little military presence, the bombardment form space alone killed millions before they even began landing their warriors to begin culling the population. But as the attack went on the Humans were able to mobilize more of their assets and the Benemar’s advance began to slow. But they were still heavily outnumbered and out gunned, stalling is all the Human generals could really do.

High Chieftain Veetop sat upon his throne overlooking the planet below and watched it burn, it was as he thought, the Humans were weak and they ran from his armies and screamed as they were slaughtered. He wished he was down there but he had lost the bought with High Chieftain Beeqol so he was resigned to command the fleet.

The now slave Goolack was chained to his throne naked and forced to watch as his own warriors were now under the command of his rivals, his entire clan had been disgraced and disbanded but still he kept up the pretence that this will end badly for the Benemar.

“I wonder what Human slaves are like? I look forward to beating them into submission” High Chieftain Veetop said to himself, so far no Humans had been captured but there was still time, they had a number of outlining worlds and there were still billions left on their homeworld.

“They will not submit” Goolack said.

“Silence! You lost your right to ever speak again” he shouted hitting him.

“I shall show you how Benemar live, we do not let other races oppose us us, we conquer them!”


General Patton command the Terran defence force from an underground bunker hidden in the Antarctic, here he had access to the entire planets forces and his commanders and the picture was looking bleak at first look. But he had a plan and soon enough all the pieces would be in place, all that was needed was his reinforcements. He just hoped they would get there in time.

Outside the solar system the 8th army arrived and joined the task force that was gathering just outside of scanning range. Admiral Winston had wanted to attack the moment he arrived but General Patton had told him to wait, his captains were also getting impatient as the longer they waited to more people died.

“Are we really just going to wait here sir” Captain Clerk asked.

“Those are our orders, general Patton has superiority as he is the acting supreme commander and has some sort of plan in place” The Admiral replied and his tone betrayed that he did not like waiting either.

“But the longer we wait the more innocent people are dying!” Captain Kiev objected his thick Russian accent putting heavy meaning on his words.

“Do we at least know the situation on the ground sir?” Captain Williams asked polity.

“We know is the Benemar have landed close to 12 million troops but the figure may be more-”

“12 million!! There was only a fraction of the defence force on the planet” Kieve interrupted.

“Yes Captain and I would prefer if you did not interrupt me again” Admiral Winston said getting to his feet.

“Sorry sir”

“It’s all right, I understand your frustration but as I was saying because of the large number of enemy troops our forces have fallen back to more defensible positions but we have strongholds on all major continents”

The captains all fell silent, they had no choice but to wait and have faith in their comrades on Terra to hold the line.


General Patton held on tight as another bomb landed on the surface above, somehow the Benemar had found his bunker and were trying to dig him out, the intent was to cut off the head and body will die.

“Put me through to the enemy fleet, I think it’s we had a chat”

“Yes General” answered a com operator and he gave the thumbs up when the connection was made.

“This is General Abraham Patton of the Terran defence force”

The main monitor then shifted to show the bridge of the Benemar flagship, it was a dark and horrid place but sitting in his throne was the Benemar High Chieftain Veetop looking very pleased with himself.

“Ah General have you reconsidered my offer for your surrender?” he growled grinning all across his face.

“Actually I was going to ask if you wanted to surrender” he countered as another bomb hit.

High Chieftain Veetop gave a throaty laugh that almost sounded like he was going to choke and spat on the Benemar chained to his throne.

“Me? Surrender? Have you gone mad with fear Human”

“You really don’t understand us at all do you?”

“I understand enough that your kind are weak and cowards, your world burns before me, your people are being enslaved and if you think I am going to surrender then you are clearly mad”

General Patton smiled “I guess then that your answer is no?”

“Naturally”

“Good” Patton cut the link and was put through to Admiral Winston.

“Admiral, you may begin your attack now, we are ready”

“About time!”

Patton smiled at his friends eagerness to get into the fighting and turned to his operators. “Are all systems ready?”

“Yes General, all platforms are powered and awaiting your order”

“Good, deploy the orbital guns and order the counter attack”

All across the planet the Humans suddenly stopped retreating and turned and fought back with every ounce of strength they could, all Benemar fronts began to encounter series resistance and could no longer advance. This sudden change In the Humans manner caught them of guard and many began falling back. But that was not all, underground and hidden from both scanners and prying eyes were huge bases, the ground parted to allow a cannon the size of a skyscraper to emerge and point up at the Benemar fleet above the planet.

“European gun ready”

“Mediterranean gun ready”

“Middle eastern gun ready”

“West and eastern Russian guns ready”

“Asian guns ready”

“Pacific guns ready”

“North and south American guns ready”

“African guns ready”

“All guns are deployed and ready to fire general”

General Patton gave a toothy smile as he imagined the Benemar’s faces at the sudden appearance of these weapons, they had no idea what was coming. He gave a single order.

“Fire”

The guns recoil was massive but was built to withstand it, but the earth around it was kicked up and sent anything close by flying as the immense power created it’s own shock wave. They were fast to reload too and could fire a single shell every ten seconds.

“High Chief we are detecting in coming fore from the surface”

“Impossible, no gun has the power to fire from the surface of a planet”

Just as he finished speaking one of the shells struck his ship, it was only a glancing hit but it destroyed a third of their port side guns, but the shell did not stop it continued on and struck and destroyed a cruiser that was close by the flagship.

The entire Benemar fleet came under fire, with thousands of ships in orbit it was impossible for the Humans to miss even if they tried, the Benemar captains panicked and tried to avoid this incoming fire but in the confusion they collided with each other.

“High Chieftain, we are being torn to shreds we must withdraw”

“I told you this was going to happen” Goolack laughed and was quickly shot by the High Chieftain.

“Pull the fleet back out of range!”

“More ships have appeared behind us!”

“Who’s!!!” he demanded to know as if he did not already know.

“Its the Humans”

“How many?!”

The Benemar sensor operator did not respond.

“I asked you how many?!”

The operator slowly turned “2064”

High Chieftain Veetop froze, that was almost the number of fleets in the entire Benemar fleet, and he only had half it under his command. “Get me High Chieftain Beeqol!”

“I can’t he’s dead, all of our forces are being overrun or are in retreat order is breaking down”

Veetop screamed in frustration.


Admiral Winston stood on his bridge watching the main monitor and the Benemar fleet desperately trying to get out of range of the orbital guns, he grinned as he saw what Patton was planning. The catch them between a rock and hard place.

“All ships, target the Benemar forces and engage on my command”

He quickly got his confirmations from his captains.

“2nd army fleet The Barons reporting ready”

“8th army fleet The Desert Rats ready”

“9th army fleet The Heavens Wrath ready”

In total there were 12 fleets in this task force under Admiral Winston and like Patton he gave one order.

“Fire”

If the fire from the planet was considered bad the fore from the fleet was catastrophic, the two points of fore tore the Benemar ships apart, those that were not destroyed by the opening barrage tried to make a run for it past the Human fleet. They too were shredded under multiple broadsides and their escape pods destroyed, there were to be no survivors.

The battle engagement last only a few scant hours but int hat time, close to 50 million Benemar were dead…none had been able to escape and no word got back to heir home world of what had happened.

“Your timing is excellent as always Admiral” Patton congratulated.

“As is your planning, well done”

“So I guess your men will need some rest?”

“Oh no, we have been attacked and this is a declaration of war” Admiral Winston grinned,

“To the Benemar homeworld then?” General Patton said.

“To the Benemar homeworld”

Bento Prime satellites detected incoming ships and rejoiced at the returning of their fleet, they prepared to welcome home their conquering hero’s

The Snow Globe

by reddit user NP-CO

“Janie honey,” My mother said as we left the funeral. “That lawyer gave me a key.”

“A key?” I said.

“It seems that Aunt Tabitha left you something. Locked in a safe deposit box.”

“Really? I asked turning to my mother. “But wasn’t she poor?”

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The Pevensies

Title: The Pevensies
Fandom: The chronicles of Narnia
Summary: The Pevensies are terrifying.
Warnings: Character Death, blood
Genre: honestly, I don’t know, probably angst
Word Count: 1207
A/N: I wrote this basically the day the assignments went out, I hope @western-woods likes it. (gift 1 of 2)

Narnia is not to be tamed. She is not to be silenced, she will not bleed to death for us. We belong to her and only to her and Aslan we shall bow. – Sir Peter Wolf’s-Bane, the Magnificent, Emperor of the Lone Islands, Lord of Cair Paravel, Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Lion, High King of Narnia, first of the four Kings and Queens of Old

The Pevensies are terrifying. That is a truth universally acknowledged amongst the men serving in the same unit as Peter Pevensie, who is tall and gangly the way a lot of young men are, who is at home on a battlefield, with grim smiles and fluid movements. He didn’t know how to handle a gun, at first, looked at it with the same confused curiosity that his superiors have seen many times before.

He soon learned.

Quicker than all the others he turned the gun into an extension of his arm, fingers steady and calm, eyes sparkling with excitement. He didn’t get hurt a single time during training, always quicker, more aware than his peers.

Do not pick fights with Peter Pevensie, the soldiers whisper to each other, when they sit amongst each other, drinking beer and ale, telling stories about their superiors. Don’t piss him off, the whole world is a battlefield to that man. Once, another boy teased him about his language, his manner of speaking, how he walks into a room like he expects all conversation to come to a halt. The fight that erupted was brutal, was nothing like the play fights that happen everywhere so the soldiers can blow off steam.

Pevensie broke the boy’s arm, stood behind him with blood dripping from his own broken nose and called him an unknowing, petulant child.

The boy was just as old as Pevensie. But somehow, Pevensie is no boy. He does not grow a proper beard nor does his frame suggest ‘man’. But he speaks, all radiant smiles and charming phrases, talks about war and bloodshed as casually as if he was talking about his plans for dinner. He holds himself as if his years are far greater, commands the attention of a room.

Pevensie is a man.

Pevensie’s brother, like a shadow, with dark hair and the calm demeanor of a man justifying his every word to himself, learns guns much quicker, takes to them like breathing, as if he was coming home after long years of exile in a faraway land. He joins the unit two years later.

When the brothers find out that they were sent to the same unit, they celebrate. They do not go out on their free evenings, do not hug each other the way other brothers would.

They spar.

Fencing is popular amongst the soldiers. It passes the time, and nobody gets hurt. That is, until the Pevensie brothers fence each other under the gazes of many gawking spectators.

When they pick up the swords, they look deadly, like the weapons they were supposed to be before fire flew over the battlefield. It doesn’t look much like a fight, at first, looks like a choreographed dance – until Pevensie breaks through his brother’s defence and manages to draw blood. This is not a dance, is not entertainment, it is a fight amongst two men who handle their swords with ease, like they fought with tools much like these far more often than with the guns that look foreign in their hands, and odd.

The mass of spectators grows eerily silent the second Pevensie’s little brother starts bleeding. But the man, for he is a man, for all his careful words and deliberate movements, for the way he talks without saying anything at all, cracks a grin and pushes forward. He doesn’t even bother wiping the blood away.

After that, nobody really feels like fencing anymore.

So, the Pevensies are terrifying, one loud, larger than life, commanding the attention of every room he enters, the other quiet and deliberate, always watching with wary dark eyes. They are also the best soldiers the unit has. They are quick and efficient and blood does not scare them the way it should scare men their age. The superiors blame it on the war. The children were sent to the country, they all came back different, wilder.

(They ignore the fact that the Pevensies are not wild. They came back different, came back polite and pleasant and adult. They came back and knew how to make a person believe they are given valuable information when really they weren’t given anything at all. They came back knowing how to wield knives, bows, swords, came back with longing in their eyes that couldn’t be for the country.)

There was a fight once, where in the midst of gunshots and grenades and lethal danger, Pevensie refused to listen to his superior, started arguing and wouldn’t take orders until his brother pushed him to the ground and screamed “This is not Narnia, Pete!”, in a voice much different from his usual quiet, hushed tones. “We aren’t there anymore, stay down or you will get shot!”

And of course, when one of the two most terrifying men of the unit screams at the other and the other listens, and the screaming makes no sense to an outsider, rumours blossom. And with the rumours comes the competition. What is Narnia, and why does it make Edmund Pevensie, of all people, lose his composure?

They never find out. They never hear Edmund curling into himself when the snow starts falling, never hear Peter calm him down with soft words and lullabies none of them can know. They never hear hushed conversations about Lucy, about Susan, about horrible cousin Eustace, about Narnia, about Aslan. They never read Helen Pevensie’s letter to Peter, about how Lucy plays with knives and talks to trees, never see Susan fade away. They never see Peter growing into himself whenever someone calls his name, never see Edmund gag on Turkish delight.

They do see Edmund, in dark corners, in pubs, his hands on young men’s hips, his lips on their necks. They do hear Peter defy his superiors time and time again, see that Edmund grows harder in the winter, and hostile. (They don’t know that the White Witch is still living in his veins, that he still thinks himself a traitor).

The Pevensies are terrifying, they are brothers, are men. And when they die in a train crash in 1949 and the whole unit attends their funeral, they say their condolences to a young woman wearing lipstick the exact shade of fresh blood, with a smile on her lips, wearing a tailored black dress and a pair of patterned nylons. She takes them, eyes fixed on their faces, not shedding a single tear.

The Pevensies are terrifying.

I have loved no woman in my life but Narnia. My devotion to her shall not be diminished, shall not waver until the stars rain down from her heavens and we shall join her once again. – Edmund, the Just, Duke of Lantern Waste, Count of the Western March, Knight of the Noble Order of the Table, King of Narnia, third of the four Kings and Queens of Old

Fic Rec List

So I see a ton of fic recs and had always hoped that my fics would be good enough to rec, but I have noticed that any story written within the past 3 years, gets next to no attention whatsoever, unless there are a shit ton of reviews and favs. And even then, I see fic rec lists on Tumblr or Yahoo or Reddit, and rarely do I see my fics, or fics from people I know, on those lists. Even though we’ve reached the usual review/fav amount required.

It’s always the same ones. The ones we have all read before, from the writers we all know very well. And nothing ever changes. It’s like the fandom is too scared to branch into the newer works, so they just stick to the old ones because it’s what they know.

So here is a list of more recent/unknown stories, that deserve as much attention, for Tomarry/Harrymort, Johnlock, and Hannigram.

HARRYMORT:

Riddle and The Ancient Contract by HERMIT532- What if it wasn’t anything the current Potters had done that saved little Harriett Potter as an infant? What if the child prodigy Thomas Riddle had tweaked the horcrux spell before creating them? And what happens when they discover that nothing is exactly what it seems? FemHarry, DumbledoreBashing EXPLICIT SEX/ MENTION OF RAPE. YOU’VE BEEN WARNED.

Heirs to the Dark by Dark Disaster- How did Voldemort and Harry Potter end up in a romantic relationship? A potions accident might hold the answers.

A Beast’s Virtue by Arliene- Schooled at Durmstrang, forced into political upheaval, pursued by dark and light wizards alike, Harry Potter becomes a leader and icon for his entire generation, thus turning the Dark Lord’s attention to him. HP/LV. Politician Harry

Boredom and Secrets by XxXxDarkVampirexXxX- A very bored Harry Potter starts writing to the Dark Lord over the summer after his fifth year at Hogwarts. An equally bored Voldemort decides to write back. And thus, a summer of secrets is born, and the enemy named boredom is fended off.

Marvolo’s Ring by ImperialPepper- Vernon Dursley changes the course of wizarding history, when he gives his wife Petunia a ring for her birthday.

Embracing His True Self by DebsTheSlytherinSnapeFan- Tom Riddle/Harry Potter Slash. What if Harry didn’t want to fight Voldemort? What if he was fed up with the light side judging him constantly and wants to be his true self? The Slytherin side that he had squashed in a bid to fit in and be accepted? Realizing he never would…what of the prophecy? Could they overcome it? Will Voldemort even give him a chance?

Your Name on My Heart by whitedandelions- Bearing the Dark Lord’s soul mark on his chest certainly isn’t easy when his family is firmly on the Light Side. HPLV SLASH. Set in the Past.

The Wand Chooses by Dreamereye- Voldemort, obsessed with defeating Dumbledore, conscripts Gregorovitch into making the most powerful wand. Little does he know that the famous wandmaker is retired. Or that the man’s son, the brains behind the operation, is really Harry Potter in hiding. Will either be able to fight rising feelings for the enemy? A/N: Slash.

Σίγμα Τρία by Watermelonsmellinfellon- Humanity has evolved and the Secondary Genders change the world! Harry Potter was not expecting these sudden changes that came with being an Omega. The Wizarding World was not expecting it either, but certainly took the revelation much better than the Muggle World did. This opened up new avenues for them to approach.

A/N: Omega-verse. Sigma-Harry/Alpha-Voldy. Goblet of Fire/AU. SLASH.

third time’s a charm by lejf- Soulmate AU: soulmates’ thoughts are written on their match’s hands. HP/TR (HP/LV) A story that follows Harry through canon events as he searches for his mysterious writer who always seems to be in pain.

Irresistible by fadingstarlight (Genveon)- Beta Tom Riddle has achieved his goal of becoming a teacher for DADA in Hogwarts. He is also the alpha Lord Voldemort, who’s struggling to gain support from the purebloods in wizarding society. Enter omega Harry Potter who may be the answer to his problems or the start of another. More tags will be added as this story progresses

Consuming Shadows by Child_OTKW- ‘His attention skipped passed the students and moved to the politicians’ pavilion. His gaze locked with crimson, and he nearly faltered under the sheer hunger in those eyes.

It unnerved him how fixated the man was on his dirtied, bloody, exhausted figure.

But what troubled him more was the slight smirk he could make out on the man’s lips. It was almost pleased.’

On the night of the attack, Lily managed to escape with her infant son, but at the cost of her husband’s life. Distraught and distrusting of her friends, she fled to France with Harry, to raise him away from the corruption in Britain and the rising influence of the Dark Lord. She trains him to the best of her abilities, shaping him into a dangerous, intelligent and powerful wizard.

But when Britain re-establishes the Triwizard Tournament, and Harry is forced to return to his once-home, he finds himself questioning whether he really wants to kill the Dark Lord. Voldemort finds an unexpected challenge in the child, and as his intrigue and amusement grows, so too does the desire to possess the spark in those defiant green eyes.

Kitty Series by phoenixmaiden13 (LadyPhoenix)- Harry has an accident and gets turned into a cat! If that wasn’t bad, he finds himself in the hands of his enemy. Follow Harry as he tries to find a way to freedom, or will he want to?

4 part Series, Parts 1-3 are finished.

The Consort Tournament by Watermelonsmellinfellon- The Dark Lord wanted a consort and had decided to host a competition that involved nearly everyone in Britain. If they thought they were good enough, they could enter to compete in a certain amount of tasks set by the Lord of the lands himself. Only the victor would have the skills necessary to become Voldemort’s consort.

Harry unfortunately nabs the Dark Lord’s attention. Voldemort does as he pleases.

A/N: SLASH/Harrymort/AU.

Burning Desire by Little.Miss.Xanda- It burned, leaving nothing but desire. It took everything he was and even so he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. A/N: Poem.

Death is But the Next Great Adventure by TheObsidianQuill- What if that night in Godric’s Hollow went differently? What if Harry did die? What if Death stepped in and made a deal with the Savior of the Wizarding World? How different would Harry’s life be after that deal?

(Or, Harry makes a deal with Death and in exchange gains something Voldemort has fought his entire life for. Immortality. And a strange friendship with Death)

TOMARRY:

Lessons on Being a Seer by ZeGhostCow- Being a female in Medieval times would have sucked. Being called and treated like one even though you are male in this time, must suck even more. Do you know what sucks more? Living in the future whilst this is happening.

Welcome to Harry’s world.

Embracing Life’s Riddles Without Asking Questions by Nemesis13- When Harry and Voldemort died at each other’s hands, Harry awoke in an alley as a ten year old girl. Perplexed at this turn of events but not overly surprised, she is taken to Wool’s Orphanage. Now known as Iris Black, she is roomed with Tom Riddle, who she decides to befriend because honestly, why not see how things unfold from the other side? It might be fun.

Riddled by Killing Curse Eyes- On a class trip to London Harriet Lily Potter found a little black book lying on the ground, and suddenly, destiny shifted. Fem!Harry Diary!Tom Eventual TMR/HP Currently in year 5.

I Will Always Come Back to You by Watermelonsmellinfellon- Tom had a friend when he was little. His friend taught him that he was special because of what he could do and that people who hated him, were beneath him. When an accident occurs, Tom’s friend promises that he’ll never truly be gone. Hadrian always comes back to Tom, in the forms of Haraldr, Harish, and finally, Harry. Magic grants wishes. A/N:Reincarnation. SLASH. TMR/Harry/LV.

The Lady of Slytherin-Dark Beginnings by Nemesis13- Lillith Potter, The-Girl-Who-Lived, appears before Severus Snape bleeding and broken at the age of six. Determined to protect his dead friend’s daughter from sharing her mother’s fate he raises her to be brutally pragmatic, viciously opportunistic, and violently protective of those she loves with the help of the Black Sisters. Dad!Snape, Mentor!Bellatrix, DarkFem!Harry, Third Year+ with slight Harmione for several chapters.

Bearstody (Bear Custody) by Clarisse (transnymphtaire)- A 3/shot of Harry working at Build A Bear and meeting Tom Riddle. Tom buys a bear which becomes his and Harry’s ‘son’, and they negotiate custody of their ‘child’.

Rapunzel, Rapunzel… Where is Your Hair? By phoenixmaiden13 (LadyPhoenix)- Tom a wandering thief looking for adventure finds Harry locked up in a tower. What better adventure could you come across?

Don’t Fuck With Florists(They’ll Fuck You Up) by MayMarlow- Unsatisfied with his post-war life, Harry decides to get to the root of all of his problems when that root was still working at Borgin and Burkes shop in the late 40s. He’s the Master of Death, damn it, he can do what he wants for once in his life.

Tom Riddle isn’t particularly happy about working at a small, dingy shop for magical artifacts, no matter how interesting those artifacts are. He’s even less happy when an insufferable stranger sets up the most obnoxious flower shop right across the street.

What follows would be a romantic comedy, if it weren’t for politics.

(Romance isn’t the centerpiece.) HP:

Long Live the Queen by Offsides-(Pretty famous story but recently posted in September of 2015.)

With Harry Potter’s hearing for Underage Use of Magic looming, and Sirius Black hunted for a crime he didn’t commit and was never tried for, Harry reaches out to Her Majesty the Queen for help, with unexpected results. No ships. AU starting Ch 6-9 OotP, No HBP, No DH, No Horcruxes.

Session Transcripts by lazycrazyhorn-(Also pretty famous, but I think more people should read it.)

What happens when a brain damaged Harry and a transgender Hermione both get sorted into Slytherin? Snape’s not sure, but he thinks it’s likely to be an interesting term. This story follows various first years through the trials of their first year.

Doing Things Differently by Blufuzzybubbles- Harry has lost one too many a person to Voldemort and he wasn’t going to lose another. With the help of a mysterious benefactor, he is entering his fifth year with the hopes that “more than one innocent life can be spared”. No more irritatingly naïve Harry. No pairings for Harry, but everyone else is fair game. And bashing of course, because what’s a story without it?

An Unfound Door by joe6991- War is coming to Hogwarts, and Harry Potter, fifth-year Ravenclaw, is beset on all sides by enemies unknown, unseen, and unfound…

JOHNLOCK:

HP/Sherlock Crossover:

Lineage Ligno: A Family of His Own by Godiva9- It started out as a simple summer assignment; it ended up changing his life forever. After using a lineage potion for a project, fifteen year old Harry Potter finds out he is not a Potter after all, and that his father is a self-proclaimed Sociopath who committed suicide nearly three years ago. Harry wants answers so he goes to the one man who knew his Dad best, Dr. John Watson

Plain Johnlock:

the thunder underneath his ribs by darcylindbergh- Six or seven, maybe eight months later, there’s a thunderstorm in London.

Sometimes things have to fall apart before they fall together.

Useless Experimentation and Distraction by Nightshift_Works- Sherlock had been acting odd recently and conducting useless experiments. He’d refused to take cases and lays around the flat listlessly. John began to wonder just what was wrong when he came home to the oddest of circumstances: Sherlock was curled up beside his bed, clutching a pillow to his chest, sleeping. Just what was happening to Sherlock Holmes? And just what was happening to him?

The Second Room Upstairs by Laur- 5 times Sherlock needed an excuse to invade John’s room and 1 time he was invited.

So Brave, So Quiet by SomeCoolName- John Watson has always been perfectly in charge of his life, thank you very much. But an intriguing murder, seven suspects, an alcoholic sister and Sherlock’s new interest in him - will it be enough to make him realise what ‘being in charge’ really means.

HANNIGRAM:

The Stygian Court by campitor- The Lecter family spurned a witch long ago and so she gave them two skins to wear: one human, one beastly.

A supernatural Hannibal AU where Hannibal is a shape-shifter from a cursed family and Will begins to wonder if that antlered man is truly a figment of his fevered imagination.

How Potent is Thy Sting by extremelyperturbed- I requested it at the kinkmeme but nobody did it so I wrote a story where Hannibal behaves very much like a parasitic wasp, an insect that lays its eggs inside a host and the larva basically forces its host to eat like crazy to feed it and protect it. The chosen host is Will. Hannibal does not look like an insect, however nor will actual insects be a part of the story. A/N: Rape/Non-Con, but with a happy ending.

Instead of Bleeding, They Sing by Square_Pancake- William Graham is the new star of the Baltimore Opera Company. After fending off a serial killer interested in his empathic abilities, Will draws the attention of FBI consultant Hannibal Lecter. Hannibal appreciates the artistry of his music; eventually he wonders if the singer will appreciate the artistry of his kills.

Strangers ‘Til Now by mokuyobi- Post Mizumono, season 3 AU – Instead of being pushing him off the train, Chiyoh takes Will to Paris. There, in Hannibal’s old haunting ground, they attend a Masquerade where Will sees someone who reminds him very much of the man himself.

Consider the Hands That Write This Letter by Watermelonsmellinfellon- Hannibal had written a letter to Will and Alana decided not to have it sent. In a misguided notion of mercy, she decides that Will doesn’t need to know that Hannibal is trying to contact him and lies to Hannibal, telling him that Will has threatened to leave should Hannibal persist. She decides to just have the letters shredded.

Hannibal realizes the opportunity for what it is and chooses to continue writing to Will, pouring his heart into those words and using his Memory Palace Will to pretend that everything is right with the world. He can confess his adoration and Will would never know. Hannibal would never have to face rejection and Will wouldn’t know his feelings.

But there is a small issue. One of the orderlies doesn’t like Alana’s decision and secrets away the letters, sending them to Will Graham anyway.

Hannibal bares his soul, Will falls in love and sheds his fears, and Alana is unaware of it all.

Oh, the drama that shall unfold.

Rafraîchir by ElloPoppet- Hannibal and Will attempt to navigate life, and their relationship, after surviving the fall. Hannibal continues to groom Will into his ideal Murder Husband, only now, Will is an aware and willing participant. How will everything change once Will has embraced not only his attraction to Hannibal, but also his own violent desires?

In which Will unleashes his monster and accepts his destiny by Hannibal’s side, the boys run away to build a life together, and Jack Crawford becomes their hunter.

Let the Night Be Dark by beforethedawn and Destinyawakened- Will and Hannibal are rescued by Chiyoh, only to find out she’s been hired by Hannibal’s uncle to retrieve them. Robertas’ intentions aren’t at all well intended, as they soon come to find out. Will they overcome to find their happy ending?

Not As I Planned by TigerPrawn- Will and Hannibal are not a couple. Will’s first heat after falling from the bluff. All bases covered – Blood, check. Smashing objects, check. Will going into heat during a hunt, check.

The Door to The Abyss by War_Queen- “Will Graham, a bored demon, finds an eight year old boy with a promising future, and makes a deal with him. Years later, he becomes the ruler of hell, and remembers his contract.”

HP/Avengers:

Pairing Undecided:

The Forgotten Potter by njeha- Wrong BWL. FEM Potter. James and Lily Potter has given birth to twins. On that Halloween night, they mistake the real prophecy child, leading to years of abandonment; which ends up being the biggest mistake the light side have ever made. There will be crossovers with many different worlds. Dark FEM Potter. Powerful & Genius FEM Potter. MOD Potter. Warning: Very Extreme M rated.(NSFW in any capacity!)

To Be Continued…

(If you know of a fic from the above 4 OTPs that is good but gets next to no recognition, reblog with the name of it so I can check it out.)

Essays in Existentialism: Monarchy

I know you did a royal one but how about a different spin where one isn’t suposed to get the crown maybe second or third and then they get it or will get it? And they have to grow up quick to take over?

Pulled back from the front, the shore was a paradise, compared to inland where the stalemate waged, waiting for the big push. The sun took its time dripping through the July sky. Frozen in the thick, heavy evening, it glowed and made the world red and blue and purple and golden, while the water licked at the burnt shore and tried to soothe a bit of the earth for the soldiers.

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Erasure of Jewish Identity and Culture in Marvel

(Not including X-Men films: I’m not up to discussing the tragedy of the X-Men movies and the complete erasure of all Jewish characters besides Magneto, the villain, today.)


Honestly, as a Jewish person in America this ongoing erasure of Jewish identity and culture Marvel is committing doesn’t even surprise me. This sort of subtle anti-Semitism that Marvel is participating in is par for the course. The erasure of Jewish identity and culture is so common most people don’t even pause to consider it, and if they do they don’t consider it anti-Semitic. After all, they don’t hate Jews, they don’t insult Jews, they don’t attack Jews, they don’t think Jews are bad or evil, so OF COURSE it isn’t anti-Semitism if you just pretend that Jews don’t exist and destroy Jewish character’s identities. It’s just a change of backstory, after all!


The erasure of Jewish characters and the destruction of characters created by Jews is not a change of backstory, Marvel, it is anti-Semitism. Anti-Semitism is defined as hostility, prejudice or discrimination against Jews. By erasing Jewish characters you are discriminating, or participating in unjust treatment, against them on account of their religion. By ignoring the huge contributions of Jewish writers and artists who gave life to so many comics characters you are being prejudiced. Your hostility, or unfriendliness and opposition, to the inclusion of Jewish characters and the defamation of characters created as allegories by Jews are anti-Semitism, Marvel.


Ignoring, or ret-conning, the fact that Wanda and Pietro Maximoff are ethnically half Jewish and Roma, and always have been, is anti-Semitic and racist. Their heritage may not have played a significant plot point, but it certainly influenced their decisions and motivations. Turning Jewish-Roma Wanda and Pietro Maximoff into volunteers for the fascist-Hydra organization headed by von Strucker, a Nazi, to conduct illegal medical experiments on, is wrong.



Turning Steve Rogers, who has always stood as an allegorical shield for the Jewish people against the Nazi’s and fascism in general, into a fascist Hydra member, is disgusting. Turning Steve Rogers’ who served as Erskine’s (a Jewish scientist’s) golem, his creation and stand-in, to defeat the Nazi’s into a member of Hydra, is revolting.


Fun fact: Captain America’s iconic shield is an allegory in and of itself. What in English is called the Jewish Star or Star of David, one of the most recognizable Jewish symbols in the world, is in Hebrew called the Magen David (Yiddish the Mogein Dovid) which translates to the Shield of David. Steve’s shield with the star on it, used to protect him as he fought Hitler and the Nazi’s in the early comics, was an allegory to a powerful and well known Jewish symbol that the Nazi’s were corrupting. It was a ‘spit in your eye, fuck you’ to the Nazi’s and Jack Kirby and Joe Simon knew that their Jewish readers, desperate for news that the Nazi’s would be stopped and their families were safe, would recognize it.



I’ve seen comments on the Jewish actors in the MCU not being allowed to play Jewish characters. I feel that if in canon the characters are actively shown not to be Jewish, or it’s heavily implied at least, then it’s appropriate for the Jewish actors to portray that character as Christian or Muslim or Hindu or Atheist, or whatever that character religiously identifies as. However, for a character like Darcy Lewis, who is not a canon character in the comics at all, how hard would it be to have her say a throwaway line about her Bat Mitzvah? Or to have Jane Foster (whose religion is never mentioned in the comics) mention her Bubbe (grandmother) in a ‘my Bubbe always said’ way?


I have to wonder what would happen if Marvel suddenly decided that Sam Wilson wasn’t black? What if they thought Wakanda would be better served as a European nation? What if Kamala Khan was found to support a fascist regime? Why is it okay to erase and ignore Jews as both characters and creators? Why are Marvel’s actions not being called out as the anti-Semitism it is?



It doesn’t matter what reason Marvel gives for their choice to make Steve Rogers’ a fascist, a Nazi. It doesn’t matter if it’s a plot twist, a time-change, a clone, a triple agent or a cry for attention. Marvel has taken a character that has stood for freedom and doing the right thing, a hero and a symbol of hope not only to Jews but to people around the world that there are people who have the courage to fight back against oppression, and they have destroyed him. They can never take this back, there is no ‘oops’ here. Even if they retcon this arc in the future, like they did with William Burnside, they have destroyed the legacy of Captain America.


Wasn’t it enough to erase Wanda and Pietro Maximoff’s past? Why do you have to ruin Captain America too?


Jack Kirby and Joe Simon received death threats for creating Steve Rogers, Captain America, in a time when many Americans were either Nazi sympathizers or content to keep their head in the sand. It was a time when Jewish families checked their mailboxes every day praying for a letter from their parents, siblings, aunts, uncles and cousins still in Europe. It was a time when the US turned away boatloads of Jewish refugees fleeing Europe.  It was a time when the Third Reich steadily gained more and more land and more and more power, and while many European nations fought back against the rise of fascism the US refused to involve itself in Europe’s war despite knowing the threat Hitler posed. Kirby and Simon were surrounded by this environment of fear, because no one knew what was truly happening in Europe, but knew they had to do something about it. It is an insult to the memories of Jack Kirby and Joe Simon.  It is morally repugnant to make Captain America into a Nazi.



Marvel has erased Jewish identities of characters in both the comics and the films. That was bad enough. But now? Marvel has taken a hero I love, and have loved since I was a child, and perverted it. They have taken Captain America and twisted him around into a parody of all that he has ever stood for. They have taken a character that was literally created by two Jews to stand against the Nazi’s and say ‘screw you’ to Hitler for all the Jews who couldn’t, and made him into a Nazi. As a Jew and a fan of comics for most of my life I feel like I have been spat on and kicked while I’m down. 

Caffeine #12

This is not the greatest of my caffeine challenges, but when I saw the roots prompt, I remembered that Yggdrasil exists and I wanted to do something based around that. Hence a ton of mostly unknown Norse mythology thrown into a story.

They say you never forget your roots, but you did.

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You take three steps down the street, and then you hear it.

Hello, sister, whispers the oak tree on the corner.

You don’t answer.

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You And Me

Originally posted by yugyeom

I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.”

Summary: The right words always seem to come too late. One set of words can stop you from getting what you want in the first place.. He was everything you wanted but what was stopping you? Oh that’s right… Your best friend was now his new girlfriend… What will happen when one mistake leads to trouble?

Previous Parts:

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11 // Part 12 //

Part 13 has arrived! 

More Parts:

Part 14 // Part 15 // Part 16 //

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“I could tell you really do love Yugyeom.. but-” before Bambam finished his sentence he pulled back and was now staring right at you.

“But you need someone who is going to make you happy. He may love you. He probably does. He probably thinks about you all the time. But that isn’t what matters. What matter is what he’s doing about it, and what he’s doing about it is nothing. And if he’s doing nothing, you most certainly shouldn’t do anything. You need someone who goes out of their way to make it obvious that they want you in their life. Sometimes you need to walk away. Not to make someone else realize how worthy you are. But for you to understand and acknowledge your own self worth.”

You were speechless. Bambam had a point and you couldn’t argue back. You looked at Bambam and shrugged.

“I know.. I deserve better, but It’s not going to be easy.”

“You just need to find someone who will treat like how you need to be treated.” Bambam says trying to encourage you to move on and you nodded your head.

“I know.”

“I know I shouldn’t be telling you this right now… And I know this is the worst time to let you know but I hate that I like you. Fuck that I hate that I’m in love with you… And I hate that I can’t do a thing it.”

Bambam was in love with you? Why didn’t you see this coming?

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anonymous asked:

ok that gif for varric was really freakin funny and also hilariously sad xD but i was hoping more along the lines of a written response please?

Originally posted by boldlygiffing

It starts off as camaraderie. Hawke is ballsy as anything, and Varric can see that from a mile away. It’s why he backed them for the trip and gave them the advice on how much to offer Batrand. Hawke has made a name for themselves with all the smuggling and mercenary work, and as a dwarf very content to be on the surface Varric wasn’t keen on being in the Deep Roads.

He also knows that it will annoy the hell out of Batrand, so that’s a plus.

But then the Deep Roads happen, and everything changes. It takes days to get out, and by the time they’ve killed all the Rock Demons and made their fortunes their friendship is cemented in the way that only comes when people have fought by each others sides. It also means that he is there for the second strike of tragedy against the Hawke family- third if you count Malcolm’s death- and Varric…he doesn’t leave his friends when they are hurting. 

It doesn’t hurt by then, of course, that they are amassing a group of shared lunatics friends and that the Hanged Man has gone from headquarters to home. There’s Drinking and Wicked Grace, long hikes through the Wounded Coast and far too many trips through Lowtown at night. They talk and fight, teae and joke, and for the first time Varric has someone that fills the sibling shaped hole that Bartrand never really fit into. Things were…good, good in the way that he’s never really thought about before.

And then Leandra dies. It’s the final blow. The final piece of the Hawke Family, shattered, and all he can do is watch as his best friend collapses. Aveline- family friend for as long as anyone of them have known Hawke- steps forward to comfort them, but even as the rest descend to the Hanged Man Varric…he finds himself dragging his feet. He wants to go back in to the estate, to sit down on the bed with Hawke and just hold them. No useless words, no empty gestures, just hold this amazing human that he can’t seem to live without and offer some soft of comfort.

But it’s not until the battle with the Arishok that Varric realizes just how deep he’s gone. He can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t exist outside of the impromptu dueling arena. It doesn’t matter that they will all likely die if Hawke doesn’t win, doesn’t matter that it Kirkwall falls to the Qun it will bring war and violence like none have ever seen. All that matter to him in that moment is sight of Hawke, his Hawke, going up against the biggest baddest Qunari outside of Par Vollen. And he dies a thousand deaths with every cut, every wound. And when it is finally over, after Meredith has gritted out Hawke’s new title and the city celebrates, Varric goes back to his room in the Hanged Man, vomits up everything he has ever eaten, and passes out cold.

Because he gets it. Hawke is…Hawke is it, for him, and it doesn’t help that the treacherous part of his heart- the romantic part that certainly wasn’t talkative when he was writing Swords and Shields- won’t stop comparing Hawke and Biance. Comparing loyalty to manipulation, friendship to…whatever it is they have left over all these years. Bianca is enthralling, always has his attention, but it comes with a price. Hawke…

Hawke just is. And Varric spends one too many nights thinking about that as the world falls apart around them, as they fight the Warden’s problems and the politician’s problems and everything that is devolving at the Gallows. Which means that when Anders finally takes that last step, his decisive action against the Templars and the Chantry, Varric has loved Hawke for so long that it’s simply a fact of life for him. Maybe it will go somewhere, maybe it won’t, but It doesn’t matter. He’s made his choice.

And so when Cassandra “Stab the Book” Pentaghast drags him to a cell and demands answers, there is no contest for him. It doesn’t matter if the next place that knife goes is between his ribs, if the tale of Varric Tethras ends in a dank cell somewhere far under Kirkwall. He loves Hawke, always will and in truth always has, and that is enough for him.

– Mod Fereldone

Clockwork Wings

Samifer Steampunk AU

Sam is the best inventor in the city. Lucifer is a war hero whose wings were damaged during his last fight. He asks Sam to make him new wings.

Read it on AO3

Wordcount: 2.4k

Warnings: Description of hurt wings, porn (though not very explicit and not very much of it), wing!kink

AN: I wrote this because of this post. That’s where the gif is from, too. @i-bleed-salt made a picture of Luci with steampunk wings to go along with it. Check it out here.

Tagging: @brieflymaximumprincess @annechuu @sassysupernaturalsweetheart @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell @coplins

The man had shown up in his workshop unannounced, and Sam was half in his mind to throw him out again. People that expected him to be available at any time were the worst kind of client. There were two things that held him back, though.

First, everything about the man screamed money. The well tailored black suit, the top hat that was adorned with a silver gleaming feather, the cane with it’s silver knob, his shoes that were barely dusty, which meant he must have come here in a steam carriage. Sam needed money right now.

Second, there was the way the man held himself. Like the world belonged to him, like he was used to getting what he wanted. Like it meant trouble to deny him anything.

And if Sam was honest with himself, there was a third reason, too. Those icy blue eyes that seemed to look right into his soul. Their gaze was always on Sam, even when Sam led the man into his workshop with all it’s chaos and half finished projects. All of a sudden Sam felt very inadequately dressed with his dirt stained shirt and pants with holes in them, protection goggles still hanging around his neck.

“Tea?“ Sam asked. He wasn’t sure, if there still was any left, but it would’ve been rude not to offer something.

“No,“ his guest said. “I’m not here for your tea, I’m here, because tales of your inventions are told all over the city. Do you know, who I am?“

Sam shook his head and smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry. I don’t get out much.“

“Name’s Lucifer.“

Sam couldn’t help himself, he gasped. Of course he’d heard about Lucifer. Second oldest of Emperor Chuck the Benevolent, who’d fought in the angel wars and come back severely wounded. Rumors had it that Lucifer’s wings were ruined, but he hadn’t let anyone see them since.

A small less than friendly smile tugged at Lucifer’s lips. “So you have at least heard of me.“

Sam lowered his gaze and shrugged. “Everyone has. And I feel very honored that you seek me out. How can I be of service?“

“I want you to make me new wings.“

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I miss her Part [3/...]

Originally posted by esgaroths

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Words: 1268
Warning: sad and angry reader

Summary: Bucky and [Y/N] found themselves in the 21st century, the only problem - [Y/N] doesn’t know that Bucky is still alive and that he tries to find a way to get back into her life.

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Another punch hit the thick punching bag and a great amount of sand spilled out of it. Sighing [Y/N] pick it up and threw it to the pile of broken punching bags next to the door. Some of them were also kind of frozen.  

After the experiment with Howard in the 40s, [Y/N]’s body temperature was below the average. First Howard thought that she might die but after he made a few quick tests they both finally realized that [Y/N] had the power to control ice and had the ability to heal very fast. Just like Steve. At first she didn’t know what to do and how to control it but shortly after Steve found her and she started training, Wanda helped her with her powers because the brunette knew how it was to be afraid of this great responsibility.

“Wow, you smashed more of them than I” Steve came into the training room and laughed quietly as she stretched herself. [Y/N] looked over her left shoulder while Steve examined the punching bags that were laying next to him “It’s hard to control the power but…it gets easier with time. Wanda helped me a lot”

“Good. I’m glad that you and the others get along. First I was worried that you might be a little bit shy or scared because of your new surrounding.” Steve smiled softly and throw some of the old punching bags over his shoulder and took the others in his free hands.

[Y/N] gave him a tight smile when Steve winked and nodded towards the door “I bring them outside. You should take a shower and get some rest. You know because of the mission”

Nodding, she took her bag and made her way back to her bedroom where [Y/N] decided to take a shower.

Dressed in a white top and gray sweats, [Y/N] went to the great archive that was in the basement. She had to prepare for the new mission on Wednesday. Tony told her she had to take down another Hydra base together with Wanda and Vision which was located in the north of America because there were still some agents who worked for the organisation.

[Y/N] sat down in front of the desk and went through old files of Hydra because since the 40s some things had changed. Red Skull was dead and Alexander Pierce as well.

While [Y/N] read some of the reports, she saw a file that was laying in the back of the archive. With a puzzled look, she stood up from her spot and picked the old and yellowed file up.

The Winter Soldier.

“The Winter Soldier?…” she mumbled to herself and laid the file on the others she had read a few minutes ago. She worked with the others for so long and against Hydra but she never heard something about the Winter Soldier.

She sat back down and opened the file.

Shocked [Y/N] read the reports of the soldier. He was an assassin and was responsible for many assassinations through the years. The file said that many agents called him a ghost, someone who doesn’t exist because he was set to kill people for 50 years and still wasn’t dead.

But when she turned the last page of the file, she noticed that some pages were missing. Like somebody ripped them out on purpose.

“Friday, could you show me all the things you can find out about the Winter Soldier? Bring it on the big screen.” [Y/N] went to the big screen next to the table and waited until some pictures and documents appeared on it while Friday gave her a little speech “The Winter Soldier is an assassin who worked for Hydra for over 50 years. Shortly after the attack on the Triskelion, he disappeared just like the other Hydra agents. No one ever saw him again.

In 2014 he was identified as James Buchanan Barnes by Agent Steven Rogers, a soldier from the Second World War. He was-”

“Wait!” [Y/N] stopped the computer system and stared at the picture of Bucky that was shimmering on the screen in front of her. It felt like her soul left her body as she sank back on the stool. Tears flooded right into her eyes but before she could began to cry, rage began to form. Furious, she  swang the door open and stamped through the hallway “Friday, tell me the location of Agent Rogers”

“Agent Rogers is in the living room together with Agent Wilson and Agent Barton” the system answered quickly while [Y/N] made her way into the elevator and pushed the button to the third floor where the living room was.


“I swear, she didn’t even look my way” Sam laughed and put his beer down on the table when they heard the sound of the elevator. Clint closed the fridge and smiled when he saw [Y/N] coming but it changed rapidly when he saw her facial expression.

Just like Steve who stood up and wanted to ask her what’s wrong when she pushed him against the next wall.

“Why didn’t you tell me!?” she screamed at him. Her eyes were full of hate and sadness at the same time “You knew that Bucky was alive the whole time and you thought not telling me is a good idea!?”
Sam’s eyes went wide as he whispered “Fuck I knew it…”

“[Y/N], I can explain” Steve coughed as she hold him by his throat and let go in the next second. He gasped and held his side before he stood straight again and met the gaze of [Y/N] who now started to cry.

Just in that moment, Sam and Clint decided to leave them alone and went outside.

“So?” [Y/N] sniffed while Steve noticed how the room became a few degrees colder. He sighed and closed his eyes before he spoke again “I can’t explain it. I think I just wanted to protect you. He changed, [Y/N]. Hydra changed him. When I met him one year ago, he couldn’t remember me. He looked at me like I was a total stranger. I found out that Hydra found him shortly after his fall from the train. Because of the experiments he survived the fall but they started to wipe him.

After the Triskelion was destroyed, Bucky and I fought against each other until I was down and fell into the river. But he pulled me out and disappeared shortly after. Since that day Sam and I look for him.”

A few tears rolled down her cheeks “You should have told me. I could have helped you”

“You were just starting to get comfortable with this new world. I didn’t want to…burden you with this…story” his gaze turned to the ground and closed his eyes in shame.

When he looked up again, [Y/N] was gone.


[Y/N] put some fresh clothes in her bag and the rest of the things she needed for the long trip. Together with Friday, she made out a few locations where Bucky could be and now it was up to her to find him. She put on her jacket and laced up her shoes before [Y/N] went to the door.

For the last time, she took a glance at her bedroom before [Y/N] left without a goodbye.


Standing at the gate right before boarding that would bring her to her first destination, [Y/N] looked down at the picture she kept of Bucky.

He always said that he would find a way to get back to her and now it was her mission to find him and get him back.

Part 4


I’m sorry that it took me so long to post a new chapter of my series but I was very busy and I couldn’t write anything down….
I hope you still liked this crappy chapter - next time we will meet Bucky again ;)

Taglist: @spnimpalaimagines @caitlynmcneill @smol-flower-kiddo @leinastone @gingerbatchwife @ok-ladies-lets-get-in-formation @alltheprettyroyals @darksideoftheilluminati @marrvelle

The Originals Sentence starters
  •  ❝ I thought only of you. Every day I fought for your return, searching for a way. You were not forgotten. ❞
  • ❝ This is New Orleans. We’re always at war and collateral damage happens. I learned that from you. ❞
  • ❝ Guess who I learned it from? ❞
  • ❝ What you’ll allow doesn’t matter, ( insert name ). Welcome to a 21st century custody battle. Moms win them now. ❞
  • ❝ Well, I am no stranger to death, young Lucien. Or third-rate prophecies for that matter. ❞
  • ❝ Not three months ago you utterly despised me. Now you’re playing protective brother. ❞
  • ❝ I’m sure you’re quite capable of protecting yourself from the scourge of fraternity row. ❞
  • ❝ I came through the front door and you appeared through the window like a creeper. Besides this is a matter of life and death. ❞
  • ❝ Oh, how novel. ❞
  • ❝ She’s getting bigger by the second.  ❞
  • ❝ The ninth ward coven thinks I’m a vampire sympathiser. I won’t prove them right. ❞
  • ❝ You’re scared. Because the people you love are angry with you. ❞
  • ❝ Always and forever indeed. ❞
  • ❝ Seems we’re officially orphans. ❞
  • ❝ I suppose it’s a family trait. Everything we love, we turn to ash. ❞
  • ❝ You brought me back from the dead to torture me. ❞
  • ❝ Go to Hell. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not in the habit of asking permission. ❞
  • ❝ Have you diagnosed yourself with OCD yet? ❞
  • ❝ It’s not every day you lose your father at the hands of your brother. Again. ❞
  • ❝ It must really suck to have to be you all the time. ❞
  • ❝ Sorry! I’d love to help but I’m a little busy grieving another dead boyfriend. ❞
  • ❝ I told you I love you. I meant it. ❞
  • ❝ Yeah and that’s the first time anyone’s ever said to that to me. I want you to know that I didn’t marry you for all of those people. I married you for me. ❞
  • ❝ I’m afraid that’s not an option. ❞
  • ❝ Always and forever is not just something you weasel out of, brother. ❞
  • ❝ It won’t be easy, but we’ve got no chance of winning this fight without something to fight for. ❞
  • ❝ You okay? ❞
  • ❝ Yeah, my boyfriend and his buddies are super-wolves now. ❞
  • ❝ What happened to the brother I used to know? The one who laughed death in the face. ❞
  • ❝ That’s a lot easier to do when you haven’t died already once. ❞
  • ❝ This family makes me want to murder people. ❞
  • ❝ I see my timing is as impeccable as usual. ❞
  • ❝ The only thing delicate about you is your ego ❞
  • ❝ When placed beside the behemoth size of yours, certainly. ❞
  • ❝ All good grace with me was lost the moment you sided with our wretched siblings. ❞
  • ❝ You know me, ( insert name ). I take sides with whoever I think is gonna win. And to be honest, well, you and mum were acting a bit daft, weren’t you? ❞
  • ❝ Wait, you can’t go alone. ❞
  • ❝ Well, to be absolutely clear here, technically he could go alone. ❞
  • ❝ You helped me. Why? ❞
  • ❝ Because I’m a bloody fool, or maybe I just like the idea of us girls sticking together. ❞
  • ❝ I guess I just really hate secrets. ❞
  • ❝ What happened? Is ( insert name ) okay? ❞
  • ❝ I’m fine. Thank you for your concern. ❞
  • ❝ ( insert name ), listen to me. You are outmanuevered, outnumbered, and quite frankly, you’re out of your mind. You’re not getting out of this alive.❞
  • ❝ No, we are all getting out of this alive. ❞
  • ❝ I fought it for as long as I could. Look at me. I am still your mother. I’m sorry. I was just so hungry. ❞
  • ❝  You’re a hypocrite. You speak of purification, of cleansing the souls of our family, and yet you caved to temptation rather than standing with your principal. ❞
  • ❝ You really think there’s a way out up here? ❞
  • ❝ You and I on the same team. It must be Christmas. ❞
  • ❝ I wish it could always be like this ❞
  • ❝ If wishes were horses… ❞
  • ❝ Beggars would ride. ❞
  • ❝ I would appeal to your morals but those seem to be all over the map. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not the one who was sleeping with one vampire while half in love with another. Your morality is a moving target. Mine is not. ❞
  • ❝ We’re not so bad. We’re not the monsters that our parents think we are. ❞
  • ❝ I think I’d be a bit testy too if my old ex was about to jump into my new ex. I think that’d be a bit eh… ❞
  • ❝ Awkward? ❞
  • ❝: I was going to say kinky, but that’ll work. ❞
  • ❝ And where, pray tell, is he now? ❞
  • ❝ He’s waiting uncomfortably for me to return and deliver his punishment. Pass the beignets, would you? ❞
  • ❝ Quite nice of you coming to my rescue like that. ❞
  • ❝ You know, it’s a good thing you didn’t actually steal the stake from me, or I’d have been the one torturing you. ❞
  • ❝ Does that mean you trust me then? ❞
  • ❝ I know you’re only doing this to help our people, but I promise I will be a good husband to you. ( insert name ), will you marry me? ❞
  • ❝ No ring? ❞
  • ❝ What did she do to me? ❞
  • ❝ All you need to know is that I beat you. Again. ❞
  • ❝ A lovely dream, one just beyond our reach. ❞
  • ❝ We arrive into this world as innocents. Wide eyed and vulnerable. It is the job of our parents to nurture and protect us. ❞
  • ❝ You’re gonna like me, ( insert name ). And I’m gonna let you pretend a while that you don’t already. ❞
  • ❝ Is the hand holding really necessary? ❞
  • ❝ I mean, we could make out but would that not be entirely distracting? ❞
  • ❝ Hey, I know this probably isn’t your ideal Friday night. You’d probably be, like, doing pushups or drinking beers with your bros or whatever. ❞
  • ❝ Eh, it’s not so bad. ❞
  • ❝ Stay here with your wolves and mind the fort. ❞
  • ❝ I’d rather rip your mother’s head off. ❞
  • ❝ Our mother thinks she will win because she has left you alone. You are not alone. ❞
  • ❝ You declared war when you came after my family and for that, I will make you suffer as only I can. After all, I am my mother’s son. ❞
  • ❝ His return changes nothing. ❞
  • ❝ It changes everything. ❞
  • ❝ So, how would you diagnose my friend ( insert name ), if I may ask? ❞
  • ❝ Well, he’s clearly depressive, low self-esteem, paranoia, impulse control. Wouldn’t you agree? ❞
  • ❝ I’m sorry, is this some sort of motherly critique? Please feel free to choke on it ❞
  • ❝ Are you okay? ❞
  • ❝ Oh, a bit lightheaded. It might have had something to do with being knocked arse over teacup by dear old dad. ❞
  • ❝ You will not break me. ❞
  • ❝ Oh, you are already broken, my dear boy, but not beyond repair. I am here to fix you. I am here to fix you all. ❞
  • ❝ My mother said kill the spell or kill her, and I happen to like you. ❞
  • ❝ Please! ❞
  • ❝ Listen, you don’t disobey Mother Dearest without some consequences. Yes, she brought me back to life but she’s mad as a hatter, and that lunatic that you’ve made your pet is my father. ❞
  • ❝ Let me hazard a guess. You are one of these alienists, right? ❞
  • ❝ Actually, we’re called therapists, and you could do with some couch time. ❞
  • ❝ Oh, hello darling. Back to huff and puff and blow the house down? ❞
  • ❝ You know, it’s funny how often a person’s sharp tongue can end up cutting their own throat. ❞
  • ❝ You do know you’re entirely demented, don’t you? ❞
An Empire of War and Ruin - Chapter 1

Rating: Teen and Up (May change later)

Fandoms: A Court of Thorns and Roses, Throne of Glass

Chapter: 1/?

AO3: Here

Summary: She had meant to break the barriers, to allow Rhys and her Inner Circle to flee. She hadn’t meant to unlock a power that she didn’t know was caging her very soul, tearing her from the world she knows and throwing her into a new realm.

Feyre Archeron - Cursebreaker, Spellbreaker, Converger of Worlds

The only way to uncover where she is, and how to get back home, is by making allies in a torn and broken world, even if that means searching for a lost queen, finding friends in the oddest of people, assisting in a war, and realizing that fae in this realm want her as dead as those in Prythian. (Diverges from the end of ACOMAF. After EOS. Eventual ACOWAR elements)


A little idea I’ve had for a while. Will I finish writing the whole dang thing? I don’t know. But it keeps reappearing in my mind, so…

Deviates from the ACOMAF ending, straight to right after Empire of Storms. As the story progresses, some ACOWAR elements will appear. Woooo.


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Nova vs Chapter 18: This is how we do it

Hello everyone, Mr.E here and back! Thank you for everyone who likes, comments and reblogs this story. it means a lot to me

i want to apologize to those who were waiting for this. I took a month off because in all these nearly 2 years of writing (holy snap that’s next month) and the random bouts were i didn’t post, I never actually took a break. but I’m back, refreshed and ready to keep stories for you amazing people.

Here it is, the finale of the current arc thought of by my good friend @marionette-j2x who was kind enough to let me borrow her ocs *Jelina, Mary and Berry with their lord Kim* and let me write out the arc idea she came up with and a special @thefandombytes who helped me with some translations. thanks buddy, I greatly appreciate it! 

This is not the story finale so no worries, there’s still some more nova on the way. Well I am going to simply let the show get on the road cuz I know a few of you waited a long time for this so here we go.

also here’s the link to the ff page in case you want read this from the beginning or stumble upon this randomly https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11773524/1/Nova-Butterfly-vs-the-Forces-of-Adolescence

Notification Squad 

@hipster-rapunzel @isolated-frequencies @artgirllullaby 

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In Support of Small Ma’at

Or, Ma’at; It’s More Than That


So, there’s been a rather vocal contingent of Kemetic Tumblr strongly supporting the idea that social justice is ma’at.  This post is prompted by that voice, but not necessarily a rebuttal.  Rather, I’d like to talk about a different aspect of ma’at that we haven’t seen going around much.  Indeed, a newcomer to the community might think that in order to keep ma’at, they must also support the social justice movement.  That’s not only rather off putting to more moderate minds, but also flat out untrue.  Ma’at is a complicated idea, and there are many ways of putting it into action.  There is no one way to do ma’at.

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anonymous asked:

The Elder Scrolls to the tune of Hamilton. Yay or nay?

Well you asked for it.

[INDORIL NEREVAR]

How does an n'wah, swit, son of a netchiman and a

spirit, dropped in the middle of a forgotten

Spot in Vvardenfell by providence, genius, and unflawed

Become a warrior-poet and a god?

[SOTHA SIL]

The ending of the words who outlived the other two-thirds

With a careful choice of words doomed a province of curs

Through a deadly curse

The only one who remained pure

Before he was born, he was an advisor to hortator

[ALMALEXIA]

And every day while Nords were being slaughtered and forced

from our shores he struggled and kept his guard up

Inside, he was longing to become something greater

The Chimer was ready to kill, steal, or become a traitor

[KAGRENAC]

Then a messenger came, and devastation reigned

The Tribunal saw through the Dwemer’s plan, and told Nerevar to act unrestrained

But the king went to the temple, Where Azura would finally explain

And there the Tribunal would complain, list all pain

[NEREVAR]

Well, the word got around, they said, “These dwarves are insane, mer”

Built an army just to beat them in this war

“Get the tools, using them is for fools, and You have to follow these rules. Do you swear by your souls, friends?

[VIVEC]

Of course, yes I swear

As the warrior poet, I swear

but there’s a million things we could do

Could you just think, could you just think…

[FARGOTH]

Before this time his identity was split, half of it, god-risen

The other half, see Vivec as the mortal-born to this prison

God-half sittin’ in his palace, Under Dagoth’s Malice

[FULL COMPANY EXCEPT VIVEC (whispering)]

The Nerevarine came back to provide Vivec solace

[DAGOTH UR]

Formed ALMSIVI, Sotha Sil committed suicide

Almalexia with nothin’ but ruined pride, and Vivec felt something new inside

A voice saying

[DAGOTH]

“You gotta repent, elf.“

[COMPANY]

“Vivec, you gotta repent, elf.”

[DAGOTH]

He started retreatin’ and readin’ every theory on the shelf

[NEREVAR]

There would have been nothin’ left to do For someone less astute

He woulda been dead or disrepute

If he didn’t find a solution

Started workin’, lurkin’ for his late master’s mantlin’

Tradin’ strategies and tools, the things he should have ignored

Takin’ any incarnate he can get his hands on

Plannin’ for the future see him now as he floats on

The bow of a ship headed for a new land

In Akavir you can be a new man

[COMPANY]

In Akavir you can

Be a new man—

In Akavir you can

Be a new man—

[COMPANY]

God King Vivec

We are waiting in the wings for you

You could never back down

You had to break apart time!

Oh, Vivec

When Tamriel sings for you

Will they know what you overcame?

Will they know you rewrote the game?

The world will never be the same, oh

[NEREVAR]

The incarnate is in his temple now

Perhaps Dagoth won’t stop him

Another increment

Comin’ up from the bottom

The temple destroyed his rep

Morrowind forgot him

[ALMALEXIA/NEREVAR & NEREVARINE/SOTHA SIL]

We fought with him

[NEREVAR/MEPHALA]

Me? I died for him

[NEREVAR]

Me? I trusted him

[Jubal]

Me? I loved him

[NEREVARINE]

And me? I’m the one that killed him

[COMPANY]

There’s a million things we could do Could you just think!

[NEREVAR]

Do you swear, friend?

[COMPANY]

Of course, yes I swear!

Does Love Really Conquer All? - Part 3

Note: So here is the third part to the fic that helped me set up this entire blog. I ave the majority of the storyline figured out on my head but not sure just how long it will be yet. As usual all feedback is welcome! <3 I apologise for any spelling mistakes but unfortunately at this time of night there is only so much my eyes will allow me to notice and correct! :)

Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier x Reader

Words: 2,113

Warnings: Violence, flashbacks, death….think that’s it for this chapter!

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their wonderful creators <3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

“Come on in doll, the water’s nice and cool!”

A half-naked Bucky stood waist deep in the water of the lake you had settled by for the day, a cocky little smirk making its way onto his lips as he tried to entice you in from the bank.

“Besides you Bucky, of which you are quite questionable yourself, I have no idea what could be lurking in that rather murky looking water….so I am quite happy right here thank you.”

He pulled out his bottom lip in an over-exaggerated pout before shrugging his shoulders and lowering himself into the water a little more so that it now covered his shoulders. Steve was further down the bank searching for frogs or some other slimy water creature and genuinely being the geekier one out of the three of you. Even on a beautiful summer day such as this one he was far more interested in studying than he was having fun….you and Bucky were going to need to have some serious words with him when he was done.

“Hey [y/n]?”

Speak of the devil…..

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anonymous asked:

I know that we, as Sasuke fans, can collectively agree that his redemption journey+guilt tripping+getting beaten into submission+not getting justice+the way they treated him after his final fight with Naruto is horrible. However, he did commit a few very serious crimes and terrible actions, and he really should answer for them. What I'm asking is: in a miraculous scenario where people actually decide that, yeah, they really should give Sasuke the justice he deserves and even think about(1/2)

changing the goddamn shitty Shinobi system still established, how would you handle Sasuke’s criminal record? Not as bad as how it was in canon, but he really did do some shitty things, so how should we… er, for a lack of a better term, “punish” him?(2/2)

Hmmm. I think to answer this question I need to break down what’s actually on Sasuke’s criminal record. This is a list that doesn’t include my personal feelings:

- Left the Hidden Leaf Village to train under Orochimaru: In the Naruto universe, this is an offense punishable by death. According to the rules of the Narutoverse itself, Sasuke automatically gets a death sentence for this. However, as a favour to Naruto, Tsunade chose to have this not be listed as a crime nor to pursue Sasuke as a criminal. Then Danzou redacated Tsunade’s decision, and then Kakashi redacted Danzou’s. Assuming the same things go down with regards to the line of Kages in this scenario, to avoid complications, we’ll work under the assumption that Sasuke is pardoned for this crime.

Sasuke committed no crimes that we know of while working under Orochimaru, so none will be counted. I would argue that Sasuke is not responsible for the death of Deidara or even Itachi, but regardless of how one views it both were criminals and their deaths caused no direct harm to the Leaf.

- Fought Naruto: The first two times this happens (Sasuke Retrieval arc and Tenchi Bridge Reconnaissance Mission arc), it’s in response to pursuit. This would maybe count as a crime of resistance to apprehension, but I don’t recall that ever being specified as a crime in the series so we’re going to pass over it.

- Joining the Akatsuki and attacking Killer Bee: If I recall correctly, the Leaf had already decided to pursue the Akatsuki before Sasuke even joined it, but the window of time between Sasuke joining and the Kage Summit that affected the law is so brief I’m not going to speculate on it too much. I say that Sasuke attacked Killer Bee because he actually did not succeed in killing him or in capturing him: as a ninja not affiliated with any Village, this is not an act of war. As we know, this led to the mobilization of the Five Great Shinobi Countries against the Akatsuki and to Sasuke’s subsequent death sentence, which was actually in effect this time. I’m not sure, however, what the punishment in the Naruto world is for attempted kidnapping. When Itachi and Kisame failed to kidnap Naruto, they weren’t even subsequently pursued for it, but that may be because they were already in the Bingo Book. Personally, I think Sasuke’s aid of the Five Great Shinobi Countries during the Fourth Shinobi World War may entitle him to a lighter sentence.

- Attacking Karin: Karin is not affiliated with any Village and was an affiliate of Sasuke’s. I don’t think the Leaf Village has a system that deals with crimes committed between criminals, so we’ll say he’s off the hook for this one.

- Killing Danzou: Since he’s no longer affiliated with the Leaf, this doesn’t count as treason. However, he did murder a leader of the Leaf Village. I’m not sure what “punishment” was attributed to Orochimaru when he killed the Third Hokage, which in my opinion is a precedent, but just based off of how the Leaf works in general I’d venture Sasuke earns a death sentence for this. This is without taking into account Danzou’s own illegal operations and lengthy criminal record.

- Threatening the Leaf Village: Threatening to harm a Village isn’t the same as actually harming it, but, again, considering the way the Leaf tends to handle stuff in general, I’m gonna say they’d throw a death sentence at him for even uttering his intent to destroy the Leaf. He fought Naruto again here but since it was in response to pursuit I’m going to go with the same thing I said above.

- Threatening to kill the Five Kage: Yeah, I think I’ll put this one under “probable death sentence” too.

- Challenging Naruto to a fight and attempting to murder him: This one wasn’t in response to being pursued. I don’t know what the punishment is in the Naruto world for challenging a shinobi to a fight when you are unaffiliated with any Village is. After all, rogue ninjas are supposed to be kill-on-sight just, like, in general.

Basically, by Naruto world standards, just judging his actions, Sasuke should be dead a couple times over. But if we’re discussing justice for Sasuke, we have to account for the crimes that were committed by the Leaf Village as a state against him.

- The biggest and the most obvious, The Uchiha Clan Massacre: Genocide is a very serious crime, and as the survivor of a state-ordered genocide, the Leaf really ought to be kissing Sasuke’s ass just in apology for the injustice that was committed against him.

- Negligence: In a fair system, the Leaf would have to acknowledge their failure to provide any sort of support or accommodation for an orphaned and traumatized child who is registered and that they are perfectly aware of. Especially because the reasons for his trauma are their fault.

- Negligence again: Namely, during the Chuunin Exams. The Leaf Village became aware that Orochimaru was a participant in the Chuunin Exams even while the second stage was still occurring. At that point, it was too late for them to do anything about Sasuke’s cursed seal, but even at Anko’s request to pull Sasuke from the exams during the preliminaries, the Hokage still insisted on allowing Sasuke to continue. They already knew that Sasuke was Orochimaru’s target as well; he should have been heavily guarded during the entirety of the exams.

- Inadequate retrieval measures: Though the Village was aware that Sasuke had left the Village, they sent genin who were Sasuke’s age after him instead of well-trained Jonin during the Sasuke Retrieval Arc. He wasn’t yet a missing-nin, at this point all they needed to do was apprehend him and bring him back to the Village, but their attempt was half-assed and they let him get away.

If this system is fair, then the Leaf Village’s own hand in creating Sasuke’s motives for his crimes must be acknowledged. I don’t think the Naruto universe even has a fucking court, lmfao. Sasuke had no lawyer or even an opportunity to represent or defend himself. 

Personally? I think all things considered, Sasuke is a victim far more than he is a criminal. As you can see from my list above, many of his crimes were mere threats or unsuccessful attempts: the only crimes he actually successfully committed were leaving the Village, which as you can see above the Leaf is at least partially if not entirely at fault for, and killing Danzou, which considering the crimes Danzou committed against him and his motivation I think a fair court would pardon him for. 

If I were the Leaf Village, I’d be on my knees begging for his forgiveness, not daring to so much as consider punishing him.

#114 - For anonymous x2

Filling the prompts “one where the reader and van broke up around 6/12 months ago and the reader is in a relationship with someone else but it isn’t going very well and the reader and her new bf go to see catfish in a gig and van sings red and she realises it’s about her.” and “one where like you drunk text van like a couple months after you’ve broken up or something and like he comes pick you up and you tell him that you miss him and stuff like that and its cute??”


Watching Catfish and the Bottlemen become more and more successful was a double edged sword. It was all Van ever dreamed of, and God, did the boy fucking deserve it. He had grafted since he was a kid, and you knew that. You knew he wanted to buy houses for his family and make people all across the world lose themselves in the songs he’d been writing his whole life. There was never a moment where you wished they didn’t get so famous. It wasn’t like that. But, what it was like was standing between the two blades on a pair of scissors. One handle was Catfish’s success, and the other was Van. The closer he got to it, to the dream, the closer you were to being all cut up and hurt and left behind. He never, ever meant it to be like that, but it happened.

Van would be on the road more and more. In the short few weeks he’d be back in your bed, he was distracted by to-be-written lyrics and predictions for how audiences in countries he’d never been to would behave. All the other things you’d talked about as ratty teenagers faded into the background. There wasn’t a shared dream and that alone was enough to push you out into the arms of your friends and other people. Van didn’t know about your friendship with Riley, nor did he know that it was probably more than a friendship. You weren’t a cheater, but it still felt deceptive, all the time you spent with Riley. When the guilt was too much, you told Van it was better for you both to go your separate ways.

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The Chaos Theory: The Invisible Scar

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader – SERIAL KILLER!AU
Word Count:
3.6k
Warnings:
Flashbacks, PTSD, minor abuse, talks of murder
Summary:
The demons of Sam’s past haunt him the second he sets foot in his home after being discharged from the military. His PTSD is nothing to be ashamed of, yet it manipulates him into killing again. What happens when Sam becomes drawn to his next victim?
A/N:
Special thanks to Miami who’s been a constant support, and to Kari for the advice and kick I needed to write this series. Also thank you to everyone who voted that ya’ll would read this. Major step for my online muse, as this is 100% up my ally. I hope you enjoy. PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK, MAKES ME HAPPY.

This will swap back and forth between Third POV to show what Sam is up to/insight into his mind, and Second POV/Reader Insert. I apologise in advance for the confusion but it is how I envisioned this series to work the best. Each swap of POV will be separated.

SO! I gather by now you must have realised that our lovely reader is not entirely human, although she is. What type of sub-human do you think she is? Send me an ask and share your theories! Did she choose him? Or did he choose her?

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The Chaos Theory MasterlistProloguePrevious Part (2)


March 28th, 2011.

“Now you watch out for your brother, you hear me?” John announced, eyes staring down Sam’s older brother.
Dean nodded, raising his hand to salute his father. “Yes, sir.”
“I don’t need looking after,” Sam whined.”I’m 25 years old.”
“The fact that you just whined, gives Dean all the more reason.”

That’s what should have happened, anyway.

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