i tagged you to taunt you


Battle Theme : Warrior
Battle intro : “I’m not going to promise I will play by the rules~” *Grin*
Victory : “Another point for me~”
Defeat : *Sighs* “Guess you can’t win every time.”
Taunt : *Motions a ‘come here’ with hand* “Aren’tcha gonna come get me?”
Reacting to Taunt : “Seems like I need to step up a notch with you.”
Tie : “That was fun, let’s do it again sometime~”
Perfect Victory : “Hehe, bet’cha didn’t see that one coming~”
Final Finisher : *Ominous tone* “Now things got serious on a personal level…”


Assist : *Jokingly* “Now, don’t make me look bad!”
Your muse down during Assist : “You’re on your own now…”
Using item : “I don’t need it… But you certainly do.”
Healing/Buffing : “Good thing you got me to watch your back~”
Tag Team Special : “How about we share the limelight~?”

Tagged by : @moengeim (thank you!)
Tagging : @snarkyelf @sylvain-tolbert @fieryblm @nebula1984 @dantroziman @laurenlovecraft-ffxiv @adellennehocoleux

Big Brother Knows Best

Winchester x Sister!Reader // Demon!Dean

A/n: I’ve been watching old episodes and getting fic ideas so bare with me and my little shit fics. I really almost didn’t post this one.

Warnings: Blood, Dean is a demon, Angst, mentions of death, violence?

Forever tag list: @Freaksforthewin , @thewinhunter, @cambriacaneatnoodles, @brokennoone , @youtubehelpsmesurvive , @chrisevansthedoritobastard , @winchesters-favorite-girl , @we-know-a-little-about-a-lot @godh8salyssa   @dean-baby-Winchester  @straightasdeanwinchester@animexchocolate@fabulouslycassie@lizbeth-loves-bobear @nicolesyneah25

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A firm hand gripped your own sweating one. Pulling you around the corner away from the taunting calls behind you.

“Can’t run from me forever, Sammy.” The voice speaking wasn’t that of your brothers, rather something entirely opposite. “And pulling our little sister into this wild goose chase? Not hardly fair at all.”

Words couldn’t express how badly you wanted to rush into your oldest brothers arms. Beg him to come back to you and be the man you knew he was. Every part of you knew Sam would keep you as far away from him as he could. He’d throw himself in between the two of you if it came down to it. No questions asked.

Your mind was snapped back into the current events when Sam grabbed hold of your shoulders and shook you.

“Hey, don’t zone out. Not now.” Taking a giant gulp of fear you nodded shakily. “Go.” His head nudged in the direction of a closed door.

“What? Are you out of your damn mind? I’m not leaving you here to get your head whacked off by our demonic brother.” With your right hand you held on tightly to his left arm. Just above his wrist.

“I’m right behind you, Y/n.” There was no use arguing with him. He wasn’t going to allow you to stand there next to him.

A bad feeling rested in the pit of your stomach. In every horror movie you watched when somebody said they’d be right behind someone, they were always lying. And they usually always ended up dead.

Bright red flashing lights beamed from unknown areas of the bunker, startling you. Just as your hand reached out to open the door it was swung open. Sam was breathing heavily and pushing you onward to continue running.

Dean was always the brother you thought to go to first when something is wrong. It was a natural feeling of pure protection when you were around him. Now he was hunting you down in your own home.

“Come on guys! Lets have a nice long chat. Crack a beer…go over things.” Hearing how carefree and reckless Dean was just in his voice shattered you.

The hallways seemed to be long and endless. Like a a giant maze. You had no idea which turn would lead to where, but you followed on the direct path Sam pushed you on. After all, big brother knows best. Your small scared body was shoved into a door which was locked after your entry.

Sam? Sam, open the damn door!” This particular door was the only one hidden in the bunker. It was a secret escape route Cas and Sam discovered after Dean had bailed off with his new demon buddy, Crowley. The one way he had no knowledge of.

Heavy but slightly silenced breathing came from the other side of the metal sliding door. “You need to get out of here, Y/n. I won’t let him hurt you.” Their was a hint of fear mixed with strength in Sam’s voice. You knew what he was planning, yet hoping he wouldn’t have to do.

“I won’t let him hurt you either! You can’t lock me up and fight for us both, Sam! He’ll kill you. He’ll take his time and enjoy it.” Every word that poured from your mouth was at a whisper. Trying to prevent Dean from catching wind of the conversation.

“That’ll leave enough time for you to bail.” Sam had no intention of leaving Dean. He never did. But you didn’t plan on leaving either of them.

“Wonder what’s behind door number three?” A booming voice roared.

The sound of an axe hitting against the once perfect door protecting Sam was being hacked apart.

“Don’t come through that door Dean! You won’t leave me any choice.” You heard something coming from Sam. Something you hadn’t heard in awhile. Defeat.

Dean merely laughed and kept hitting away. “Or what? We both know what choice you’ll have to make. And we both know what that choice will be, Sammy.” The smile on Dean’s lips could practically be heard it was so loud.

“Dean! Please stop this!” Both of your fists began beating on the door as your voice yelled as loudly as it possibly could. “Fight this sickness inside of you. I know you can.”

“Personally, Y/n. I like the disease!” Another swing of the axe. The door was practically able to be entered through.

Footsteps ran away from the door. Sam was bailing, knowing Dean would follow for the thrill of the chase.

“No! Dammit stop it!” The edges around your balled up fists began to bleed from beating on the door so violently.

Another set of footsteps trailed off in the same direction. And the chase began. You could stand by and do nothing. Demon or not, it was your brother.

Quickly you scanned the room for a way to open the door, until a bright red switch revealed itself. Instantly you flipped it and the door slid open. The moment you turned to the left to run after them both, a strong set of arms grabbed to your chest from behind while the other snaked around your lips to prevent noise from coming out. Dean. .

Fear took over your body completely. “Sh sh sh.” His words silenced the tears and the small muffled noises coming from your closed mouth. “Walk.” A sharp object was poked lightly into the center of your back, forcing you to walk.

“Call to him.” He was going to use you to draw Sam out of hiding.

“It’s a trap don’t come out-!” His firm hand regained position on your lips, forcing you to stop speaking.

Hopefully- hopefully, Sam would listen to you for once and run as far and fast as he could in the other direction from your crazed brother. Of course this wasn’t the case. Instead his figure slowly crept out from behind a corner. His eyes widened as he saw a blade being pressed hard enough to draw blood against the skin underneath your chin.

“Let her go, Dean. It’s me you want dead. Not her.” Sam did his best to try and talk Dean out of his dead set plan. Hands being held up as a sign of surrender.

“Are you kidding?” The voice behind you laughed. “Why deal with one when I can deal with both?” As his lips spread into a smile, you couldn’t see it, but you knew it was there.

“Do it.” You finally found the courage to speak.

Sam scoffed. “Y/n, shut up.”

“Do it, Dean.” You pressed against the blade willingly, drawing even more blood.

“Shut. Up.” Sam protested. Trying to get you to stop encouraging it.

“You’re not the bad guy, big brother. You’ll always be my hero. I’ll always see you as my Batman and nothing can change that.” Slowly you closed your eyes, preparing yourself to feel the skin slice open even more on your neck.

A little movement happened behind you. By some miracle Dean’s grip on you was now gone. Instead Castiel held him from behind. Eyes shinning bright as he held your furious brother.

“It’s over, Dean.”

anonymous asked:

do you know any welsh myths? i feel like it would be fitting to have one of those!

I haven’t done anything Welsh yet, which I feel is basically just taunting my ancestors at this point, so I will grant your request. However, I’ve done it in a really arse about face kind of way, and instead of choosing one of Wales’ myriad beautiful and bizarre myths, I’ve given you a culturally appropriated folklore turned piece of false history. I hope this satisfies your Welsh craving. 

There are lots of Welsh names as well as historical information and comparative lore under the Read More, if that helps at all. If you don’t want to read the poorly retold tale of a trusty hound, a legally useless baby and an improbable wolf, then press J on your keyboard to skip it as this is a long post!

Dogs are Shit at Babysitting

A long long time ago, in a time when Wales is an actual place which isn’t just ruled by the apathetic heir to the English throne, there dwells a guy named Llywelyn. Actually, there are about 6,000 guys named Llywelyn because it is a confusingly popular name, but this Llywelyn is the main Llywelyn, because his name is Llywelyn Fawr, which means Llywelyn the Great, and there is no Llywelyn the Best, or even a Llywelyn the Slightly Better. He is also basically the ruler of all of Wales, which sounds really impressive until you remember that Wales is about the size of a thimble and is mostly just fields. Anyway, at the time of this story, Llywelyn has recently become the father to an absolutely incredible baby boy, whose mother was really inconsiderate and died in childbirth. Now, this kid must be literally the best baby ever, because even though he’s illegitimate and therefore can’t be Llywelyn’s heir, making him about as useful as a Human Rights charter at a UKIP convention, Llywelyn doesn’t just fuck off. Instead, he decides to be a thoroughly modern man and take care of the baby himself. He really goes all out with it, too. Like, he moves himself into this shitty castle in the arse end of nowhere, presumably telling his wife that he’s, you know, communing with nature or working on his aura or something, and he becomes the great dad that he has no interest in being to any of his other litters of illegitimate offspring.

He’s not alone, however, because living in a huge castle with just an infant would get kind of boring, once the novelty of cleaning up sick and washing nappies wore off. No, Llywelyn takes his best bro with him: the one friend who’s stuck with him through thick and thin; the pal who’d never judge him for leaving his wife and heir to shack up with a technically useless illegitimate baby. The name of this astonishingly faithful friend is Gelert, and also he has four legs. Not because he’s some sort of mystical sprite, but because he is a dog, and dogs quite often have four legs. As far as dogs go, Gelert is definitely in the uppermost percentile. He’s probably in the top ten. He’s just an all-round A+ canine companion. He was given to Llywelyn as a wedding gift by his father-in-law, King John ‘if I kick my illegitimate daughter Joan out to marry Llywelyn and live in Wales, is that a good enough excuse to ransack the place and raze it to the goddamn ground, leaving it as nothing but a heap of charred remains next to the glorious rolling hills’ of England, which means that of all the things that Llywelyn’s father-in-law gave him on his special day, Llywelyn valued the dog over his wife. Which is fine actually, because they got married when Llywelyn was 31 and Joan was 12, so they probably didn’t have that much in common anyway.

Anyway, Llywelyn and Gelert are totally inseparable. There’s probably entire montages of the two of them just being adorable best friends, with them running down hills in slow motion and sniffing flowers, and Llywelyn sitting in front of a roaring fire and nursing his baby with a plastic teat while Gelert rests faithfully at his slipper-clad feet, and Gelert baring his teeth and snarling as he loyally rips the throat out of the bunny that Llywelyn is hunting, and it’s all lovely and very Lassie-esque. The two of them live with Llywelyn’s pointless illegitimate offspring in their empty castle surrounded by woodland and emptiness, and it’s all just excellent.

One day, Llywelyn is invited to go out on a lads’ hunting trip (basically the equivalent of a boys only trip to Magaluf in those days) with some visiting noblemen and, being a single dad, he naturally leaps at the chance to wear a fancy coat and maybe show off his abs a bit and just fucking kill some shit for fun. However, there’s one slight flaw in the plan, and that’s the fact that living in a castle on a hill in the middle of nowhere does rather limit his babysitting options. There’s no convenient teenage girl called Carly who just wants to make enough money to go to Coachella this year and also prove to her mother that she’s responsible. Not even one. So, Llywelyn improvises, and he decides that the best thing to do would be to just get his best friend to cover for him. But it’s fine, because he doesn’t do anything bizarre like ask Gelert to babysit or anything. That would be weird. He’s just like “look, I’m going on a hunt with the lads, and of course you’re invited because you’re an absolutely stellar hunting hound, but I need you to just check that the castle is safe from, like, random wolves. I have a very real fear of wolves in my castle. I would not like that at all. This castle has historically been a wolf-free zone, and I really plan on keeping it that way. I don’t want to tarnish my perfect track record of zero wolf-related incidents within these walls. Can you do that for me?” and Gelert probably does that thing that dogs do when they silently commune with your soul to convey a wordless message of complete obedience, and Llywelyn beams and says “great, I’ll just go and set some stuff up with the lads and I’ll call you once you’ve had a chance to completely safeguard the life of my defenceless newborn son against improbable wolves,” and Gelert barks and wags his tail and Llywelyn goes off to sharpen his sword in preparation for manly violent japes, then joins his group of hunt-ready friends in the woods.

After a little while, Llywelyn decides that it’s probably been long enough for Gelert to perform all his rigorous security checks, and besides, the lads are getting restless with slaughter cravings, so Llywelyn blows on his super rad hunting horn and waits for a few minutes for Gelert to appear, but much to Llywelyn’s chagrin, Gelert remains about as absent as Llywelyn’s paternal skills. All of Llywelyn’s manly hunting companions sigh, and they’re like “look, Llywelyn, he’s not coming, can we just go already? We came here to metaphorically shoot the shit and literally kill tiny animals, and we’ve all shot about as much shit as we can handle.” Llywelyn just sort of looks worriedly over his shoulder at the castle in the distance, and he says “can we just wait a few minutes, guys? Maybe his alarm didn’t go off or something, he’s probably just getting ready. Let me blow my phallic horn again,” and so he blows his hunting horn again and waits for his trusty hound, all expectant and wide-eyed, but Gelert still doesn’t appear. At this point, his slaughter-hungry menfolk are just groaning and tutting and making their horses trot around in bored circles and talking about how they could totally be piercing the flesh of some innocent animals right now, and eventually Llywelyn just gives up and says “OK, fine, we’ll have to go without him, but we’re not going to have a good time, and we’re all going to feel really guilty about it, so I hope you’re happy,” and his fellow hunters just nod briskly and they’re all “we’re 100% happier at the promise of dead rabbits, now let’s go and establish man as one of the dominant ruinous forces of nature!” and off they go to, like, slaughter badgers and shit. I don’t know what animals are native to Welsh woodland. Maybe a red squirrel or two. Possibly a heron.

When they’ve finished their testosterone-fueled bout of merciless animal slaughter, Llywelyn and the lads trail back to the castle to drink alcohol and talk about how rad the whole thing was. However, when they get to the castle, the first thing Llywelyn notices is that all the furniture has been thrown everywhere, and there’s blood all over the walls. It basically looks like there’s been a horrific incident at IKEA, with entrails splattered all up the ceiling and bits of things that should definitely be on the inside, but are now very much on the outside of who or whatever they once belonged to. Immediately, Llywelyn draws his sword and he’s like “something has gone very amiss here, I suspect wolves,” and one of his companions whispers “it would be a very good idea to try and find your son, because I have a sneaking suspicion that he probably couldn’t take a wolf in a fight, mano a mano” and Llywelyn nods sagely and is about to give some orders when another one of his companions pipes up “no, it’s cool, I’ve found your son, he’s not here” and Llywelyn is like “how have you found him if he’s not here?” and the man points at the corner of the room, where Llywelyn’s son’s crib is overturned in a pool of blood, and next to it lies the sleeping Gelert, whose jaws are covered in blood and guts, and Llywelyn’s heart just sinks.

He turns to his hunting lads and says “lads, you don’t want to see this,” and they’re like “ooh, are you going to mercilessly slaughter your dog, because we absolutely live for that shit and we totally want to see that,” and Llywelyn just fixes them with a stern glare and they all scarper, and he closes the door behind them and turns back to Gelert, who’s woken up at this point and is sitting up, wagging his tail. Llywelyn just lets rip at him, all “I trusted you! I appointed you royal babysitter, and this is how you repay me? By murdering my baby? This is not what I didn’t pay you for! All those times we frolicked in the woods around the bodies of our fresh kills – did all that mean nothing to you? I can’t believe this, you’re the worst friend ever, and one of my bros once boned my wife in our marital bed, so that’s really saying something,” and Gelert just sits there, because he is a dog and doesn’t really know what the fuck is going on. Then, Llywelyn fixes his old friend with a remorseful look and says “it’s really partly my own fault, I should have got a registered babysitter and also probably a human one, but you did eat my son, so I feel like you should also take some of the responsibility here,” and Gelert wags his tail a bit and Llywelyn is like “I thought I’d finished my ceaseless rampage of animal murder for the day, but clearly I was wrong,” and he just plunges his sword right into Gelert’s body, and Gelert makes a noise that can only be described as a death yelp, and dies.

Almost immediately this really high pitched wailing starts up, and Llywelyn looks around in fright, then makes the somewhat belated decision to pick up the upturned crib, and there, absolutely pristine despite the pool of blood around the crib, is his baby son, still alive and pink and healthy and other things that babies generally should be when they haven’t been eaten by dogs. Then Llywelyn notices that there’s also a massive dead wolf in the corner of the room, and it’s almost certainly been there the entire time because dead wolves tend to have difficulty with locomotion, and he realises that he clearly has the observational skills of a mushroom because the blood is clearly the wolf’s and not his son’s, and he drops his sword and it clatters to the floor, mixing Gelert’s blood with what he now knows to be the blood of the improbable wolf, and he falls to the floor in a heap of anguish and probably embarrassment and starts crying in a really manly fashion, because he’s just killed his absolute best bro for nothing.

When he’s finished weeping for the time being, he picks up the body of Gelert and starts whispering to it, like “I misjudged you so hard, you were the best babysitter ever, I’ve never had a babysitter rip a wolf’s throat apart with their teeth to protect my baby son before, I would have given you some Pedigree Chum instead of a cruel and untimely death if I’d realised,” and then has a brilliant idea as to how he can pay tribute to his late canine companion. He carries Gelert outside, burying him at the top of a high mound so that everyone who comes by – statistically, likely no-one ever – will know about the bravery of Gelert and the perils of freelance babysitting without a written contract.

My other retellings can be found here; my dedicated mythology blog is here; and my Mythology Mondays Facebook page is here. The latter two links also allow you to follow my progress in writing a whole actual book. Thrilling.

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Fic: Here Comes Revenge (Negan & Reader) One Shot.

I might turn this into a series of one shots, I’m not sure yet.

Title: Here Comes Revenge

Pairing: Negan & Reader

Summary: Rosita may have tried to kill Negan, but you were the fool who gave her the bullet.

Tag List: @negans-network, @thecynicalnerd, @deadlywinters, @attentionseekingprincess

Originally posted by scarletswitch


You had seen Negan beat two of your friends to death, and even then he never showed a hint of true anger. He had laughed, taunted, and threatened, but he was a man in control. But this Negan, whose face was contorted with rage as he roared as loud as thunder? This man was furious and you felt fear like you had never felt it before.

Rosita, slammed onto the ground with a knife pressed to her throat, eyed him defiantly.

You wanted to tell her to look away, to show remorse. Even if she didn’t mean it, at least Negan might show her a small bit of mercy. She remained insolent, uncaring of her fate.

But if there was one thing you had learned about Negan it was that someone was going to pay for her attempt on his life, and it wouldn’t be Rosita.

Rick made Negan angry and Abraham died. Daryl lashed out at Negan and Glenn paid the price. Spencer was lying in a heap at Negan’s feet, and you knew someone else would likely join him.

“This little bad boy made from scratch?” Negan’s bemused voice left you trembling. He was more in control now, more focused, and it was terrifying. “Look at those crimps. This was homemade.”

Your heart began to beat frantically in your chest. Rosita’s rebellious glare never faltered.

“You may be stupid, darlin’, but you showed some real ingenuity here,” it almost sounded like a compliment. Maybe it was, but compliment or not it wasn’t going to save her from Negan’s wrath.

“Arat, move that knife up out on that girl’s face. Lucille’s beautiful, smooth surface is never gonna look the same, so why should yours?” Rosita didn’t flinch. The rest of the Alexandrians gathered sucked in a breath.

“Unless…” Negan said, considering, “Unless you tell me who made this.”

Your heart plummeted to the pit of your stomach.

You knew when Rosita came to you, begging for your help crafting that single bullet, that it had been a terrible idea. You let guilt drive you to accept her demands. She made it clear, she wouldn’t survive long after shooting Negan but she didn’t care. She wanted him dead and that was all that mattered. You couldn’t blame her, everyone wanted to see Negan pay.

But now Negan wasn’t dead and you were all fucked.

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Devil With Detail

Sam x Reader, Dean

A/N: Found some gifs. Decided to write a drabble. Shoutout to @samdeservestobeloved! Without you reblogging these GIFs I wouldn’t have come up with this drabble. You’re awesome! :D

Word Count: 600

Warning: Angst and Fluff. Explicit Language. 

Sam was thankful it was raining that night. This particular demon that possessed you would melt in the rain. It was a severely aquaphobic when alive, and that carried over in death.

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You all: *talk constantly about how much you love each and every member of B.A.P, and how much you care about their health and happiness*

Himchan: *is harassed by ‘fans’ about his weight constantly and taunted by his closest friends and groupmates to the point that he makes himself lose weight so quickly his rib fractures*

You all:

Okay, I don’t think I did this right, but I was tagged by @totallydiabolik for this self aesthetic game. After being taunted by 5 folders of Ayato, I dug up some old photos of a vacation trip and some other odds and ends. It’s not much, but I tried to make do with what I had. :’>

Make your aesthetic (based off of your personality and interests) with ONLY images you’ve saved to your device! You cannot search and download any images until you are done!

I tag: @chii-sana @otome-is-heaven @sadistic-sakamaki, @zaraenia @to-you-in-2000-years @mythicamagic @v-ermouth @abunwithcinnamon 

…and anyone else who wants to do this :) This is just for fun, you don’t have to if you don’t feel comfortable. ^^

@totallydiabolik Haha, no, that was from when I went to New York~ xD My cousins got me hooked on Coco bubble tea and if I could I would have it everyday www


Battle Theme : 
Normal Battle - Battle In the Labyrinth City
Decisive Battle - Resuscitated Hope (Instrumental)
Battle intro : “Must we really fight..? Well, if you insist…”
Victory : “Oh dear - are you alright?”
Defeat : “Be safe…G…rishram…”
Taunt : “Oh! Are we… not fighting?”
Reacting to Taunt : “My! How rude!”
Tie : “You’re quite strong!”
Perfect Victory : That looked like it hurt! C-can you stand…?”
Final Finisher : “All the stars in the heavens… but I see only one future for you.”


Assist : “I’m here for you!”
Your muse down during Assist : “Hang in there! Let me take it from here!”
Using item : “Ah, is this why the stars said to bring this…?”
Healing/Buffing : “The cards are in your favour! Go!”
Tag Team Special : “We are all stronger together… let’s show them!”

Tagged By: @windiskywalker @rhalgaralargara
Tagging: Anyone who’d like to do it! It’s a fun one! :D


Battle Theme : Guardians of the Earth
Battle intro : “It’s not too late to avoid this fight..”
Victory : *sighs*
Defeat : *Shakes his head* “Are you satisfied now ?”
Taunt : “Don’t force me to hurt you !”
Reacting to Taunt : “I don’t care about your meaningless spite.”
Tie : “Are we good now ?”
Perfect Victory : *Kneels in front of his opponent* “Are you all right ?”
Final Finisher : *Whispers* “I hate you for forcing me to do that..”


Assist : “We can do it !”
Your muse down during Assist : *Yells muse name*
Using item : “Ew.. Taste awful.”
Healing/Buffing : “Focus on attacking, I’ll take care of the rest.”
Tag Team Special : “Keep courage, I believe in us !”

Tagged by : @dayst-ffxiv, thank you, that was a nice one !
Tagging : @geisterfuchs, @blodforblod, @xmimiteh, @samaelsammy, @fyrielle, @exkage@sera-xiv, @treelet, @catintheshroud, @aysundemiir, @trishelle, @luli-xiv, @syerraffxiv, @ffxivtribehydrae, @cassie-qq, @smokespun, @marjiandco, @yoiku, @wanderers-ward, @bryterbythenight, @ishgardianskypirate, @ishgardianmuffins, @captain-rez, @keelime-pies, @scholaroflight, @pink-songstress, @robotprinzess, @ghostlyfoxangel, @thetreewaffle, @keroascrazy, @natsumimontenbelt & @rashkah !

PS : If you wish to participate and I didn’t tag you, DO IT ! And tag me so I can read ♥ ! 

I dare you to create a monster based on your worst fear

Be creative! Maybe it’s a monster that steals your dreams, leaving you without rest or perhaps it traps you inside of them. Perhaps it’s something that symbolizes the passage of time and creeps up on you, following you, taunting you with mortality. Maybe it has the face of the person who has hurt you the most or the face of someone you love as it betrays you. 

Monsters have long been created so that they speak directly to humanity’s universal fears. What monster would speak to your own?

Think outside the box!

If you’re brave enough to post, don’t forget to tag I dare you to write and indicate whether or not concrit is welcome.


Battle Theme : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bL1kzvvmMsk

Battle intro : “You just had to wake the dragon…”
Victory : “…what have I done?”
Defeat : “…my children… but they need me…”
Taunt : “There’ll be a reckoning!”
Reacting to Taunt : *growls*
Tie : “Please, don’t push this further…”
Perfect Victory : "Never threaten my family /ever/ again!”
Final Finisher : Ashes to Ashes.”


Assist : “I believe in you!”
Your muse down during Assist : "Get up! Get in!”
Using item : “Neat!.”
Healing/Buffing : “Let me mend that!” / “Take my strength!”
Tag Team Special : “Let’s become Thunder and Lightning!”

Tagged by : @nightmaze
Tagging : @pettankoprincess, @ladyrivienne, @tiergan-vashir, @exkage, @neoma-eltanin, @sera-xiv, @tambriart, @yoiku, @blodforblod, @xmimiteh, @samaelsammy, @raelcsart

PS : Anyone not tagged, feel free to chime in!


Battle Theme : The Final Song ~ Black Song, White Scales ~

Battle intro : “I beg of you… must there be no other way?”
Victory : “And so I am the victor… yet mine heart weighs greater than ever before.”
Defeat : “The end… how long have I wished for it? But now, when I desire to live… f-forgive them, beloved.”
Taunt : “You are tiring… let us end this charade without bloodshed!”
Reacting to Taunt : ”We needs not do this..”
Tie : “And so it is as this…”
Perfect Victory : “If this will end suffering, then so it shall be.”
Final Finisher : “May the Lifestream welcome you home.”


Assist : “Together we are stronger.”
Your muse down during Assist : “I-I’m sorry… I am not strong enough.”
Using item : “Needs must be met…”
Healing/Buffing : “My strength and will are yours!”
Tag Team Special : “Let no one stand before us; bloodshed can only end if we work together!”

Tagged by: @sera-xiv, ty bae.

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Portia’s Battle Quotes



Battle intro : “Underestimating me will be your very last mistake.”
Victory : “You brought this upon yourself.”
Defeat : “…Luna…”
Taunt : “Oh that’s cute, you like to play with fire…!”
Reacting to Taunt : *Scoffs* “Pathetic.”
Tie : “I…won’t…yield!”
Perfect Victory : “Oh dear, I had assumed this would be more difficult…”
Final Finisher : “BURN!!!”


Assist : “I’m by your side!”
Your muse down during Assist : ”…thank you!”
Using item : “I always come prepared!”
Healing/Buffing : “I know just the spell.”
Tag Team Special : “*Laughs* This will be easy!”

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Battle Theme : The Fall - Blue Stahli
Battle intro : “Ye’ve already lost this one!”
Victory : “You sure you want to try that again?”
Defeat : “M-my blades were dull!”
Taunt : “You ain’t fit to feed the forge!”
Reacting to Taunt : “Don’t poke the coeurl, boy/girl.”
Tie : “Can’t kill a man as good as I am.”
Perfect Victory : "S’what happens when you mess with someone who knows a blade inside and out.” 
Final Finisher : “How will it feel, to die by a blade so flawless?”


(going to use Daggoth as the NPC)

Assist : “Time to bring in the heavy weapon.” 
Your character down during Assist : "Shit, shit, shit…”
Using item : “Alright, fine.
Healing/Buffing : “Keep pressing! I’ll draw the ire.”
Tag Team Special : “Let’s go! Don’t you dare let me down!”

I was tagged by @rashkah! I tag @ecliptic-bite, @sinfulxaela, @thecrimsonespada, and @eternxloptimism

Lahabrea Battle Quotes

Battle Theme: Sound of the End
▸Battle intro: “If I must.”
▸Victory: “For Lord Zodiark.”
▸Defeat: “It matters not…”
▸Taunt: “Ahaha! Why do you try so hard? Death is so easy.”
▸Reacting to Taunt: (Dry, amused, laughter) “I have heard it all before.”
▸Tie: “So it shall be.”
▸Perfect Victory: “You and your kind break so easily.”
▸Final Finisher: “Witness true power!”

- - TAG QUOTES - -

▸Assist: “You must be truly desperate…”
▸Your muse down during Assist: “Not… as planned.”
▸Using item: “Now, what does this one do?”
▸Healing/Buffing: “You must be joking…”
▸Tag Team Special: “Don’t hold me back!”
Arkham Nightmare. [Jerome Valeska x Reader]

Request: Hi can I have a Jerome Valeska imagine where the Reader is Jim’s baby sister where the Reader goes with Jim to find Bruce and Selina in Arkham and then Dr Strange kidnaps her and Jim because he knows that the Reader and Jerome had something special in the past and Dr Strange tortures them and the reader is left in tears because Dr Strange taunted her about Jerome’s return and Jim comforts her during the aftermath ?

Tags: Female!Reader, spoilers, mention of death, kidnapping, torture

For: @thecoffeestudyblr

Jim gritted his teeth. “Why did you follow me here?”

Y/N knew nothing to say except the truth, knowing best not to lie to her older brother. “I’m not a baby. I wanna help and I’m going to help you.”

The rest left of Jim was anger, shock and protection. When they were little, Jim help Y/N get back on her feet when she fell off her bike and told her that she no longer needed training wheels.

“My God!” The detective stared at the entrance of the asylum. “Just stay behind me and do as I say, you got it?” And he held out a finger pointed right at her nose.

She didn’t hesitate to nod.

“I don’t know what you want me to do, but Bruce and Selina helped me before and I’m going to owe them my rescue.” She pinches her nose at the stench when they entered the facility.

He didn’t respond. They came in armed both with a gun. However instead of hearing the cries and laughter of the insane, they heard sirens going off meaning something had happened earlier and the inmates were taken away somewhere.

Y/N entered the cafeteria and saw chairs tipped over and moved around. The fear of getting attacked by an inmate ate her mind as she slowly turned around when someone had called her name.

A woman of colour dressed in a white coat and glasses curled a smile at her. “Y/N Gordon?”

“Ms. Peabody- “ Jim began.

“Who are you- “ It had not occurred that the woman had a syringe in her hand as it plunged in Y/N’s neck. She felt an eerie shot of pain as she felt lightly to the ground as her vision went black.

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Send ☭ for a vs. battle quote to your muse


Battle Theme: Can’t Get Away

Battle intro: “Stay away from me!”

Victory: “I’m through with you.”

Defeat: “Just wait, I will come back for you.”

Taunt: “Are you even trying?”

Reacting to Taunt: “How dare you!”

Tie: “What now?”

Perfect Victory: “Let me get my scalpel… you won’t feel a thing… will you?” *crazy laughter*

Final Finisher: “I will erase you from this very existence!”

- - TAG QUOTES - -

Assist: “Get over here, NOW!”

Your muse down during Assist: “You disappoint me.”

Using item on your muse: “Drink this! It’ll help… I think.”

Healing/Buffing your muse: “I-I’m not much of a healer, you know.”

Tag Team Special: “Go ahead and run in, you won’t get caught by the crossfire.”



Battle Theme : Revived Power
Battle intro : “I’ll show you I can fight!”
Victory : *Cheering* “Told you I could fight!”
Defeat : *In a disheartened tone* “I… I am strong…”
Taunt : *Spins sword* “Heh, this is fun!”
Reacting to Taunt : *Frustrated growl*
Tie : *Looks at enemy confused* “Is this it?”
Perfect Victory : *Swings his sword and proud pose* “One day, I’ll be a hero!”
Final Finisher : “For those I love… For Nhaama, this is what I can do!”


Assist : “I’ll protect you!”
Your muse down during Assist : “Sorry… I couldn’t do it…”
Using item : “You need this!”
Healing/Buffing : “I have your back!”
Tag Team Special : “Together, we are stronger!”

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