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Kira Yoshikage is Terrifying

So, when Reimi tells Rohan and Koichi her story she ends up showing them the wounds on her back. These wounds are deemed so gory that they don’t get shown in Jojo, a series where we have seen a guy’s head get ripped off and pulled into a canteen amongst other things. Pretty much everyone takes this as an indication of the exceptional brutality of her death, and by extension, Kira. This is important to me because Killer Queen’s bombs, while deadly and merciless, lack the visceral impact of blood and guts. Since we never see Reimi’s back, the brutality never really sets in all the way.

Now, my theory revolves around the fact that later on Reimi also states that she can recognize when someone has died by Kira’s hands even though she never saw his face and had no idea who he was/is. She says she can do this because their ghosts all share the signature wound. We see Shigechi and Rohan’s ghosts as they are blowing up into chunks of dust as they go off to “heaven”, so we know what that looks like. Where this gets interesting/scary is that Reimi says this manner of wound is Kira’s signature and that all these people bare the same wound and she does on her back, and that that is how she knows it’s him in the first place.

Now, until I gave this more thought, I just wrote this off as her being confused or an unclear translation, because an explosion is clearly different from a stabbing, and all of the victims would still be clearly connected because they’re all blowing up and thus recognizable. However, eventually I DID give it more thought, and asked “Could she be saying that Kira brutalized her so badly with a knife (likely a kitchen knife from her own kitchen), that it looked as though a bomb had gone off in her spine?”

Under the assumption that this is, in fact, what’s being hinted at, I looked up images of blast injuries on google (don’t do this if you have a weak stomach btw), and suffice to say, that if 18 year old entirely human and stand-less Kira Yoshikage did, in fact, inflict knife wounds that resemble the type of damage done by a bomb, it makes him 100% the most legitimately terrifying villain up to this point. Like, he actually, legitimately scares me.

Furthermore, if this is the case, it makes perfect sense that Araki didn’t draw Reimi’s back because:

A.    That would have been A LOT of hard work

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B.    It would easily be the most gory/terrifying thing so far.

Close Your Eyes (Snart X Reader)

Characters: Leonard Snart X Reader

Universe: DC

Warnings: Mild swearing, nyctophobia, mention of threats and being arrested.

Request: HEYY, I just LOVE your acc so freaking much!!! AND could u do a Snart x Reader fanfic aaand the reader has nyctophobia (fear of the dark/night) and Snart at the the beginning not taking it seriously but after that he protects the reader from everything, he cares about the reader? Love ya thank u so much hug from Hungaryyy x


Originally posted by eaion

When you first told Leonard you had a serious fear of the dark, he laughed it off. He’d sometimes switch the lights off just to mess with you, or wake you up in the middle of the night just to make you worry. He would even grab you in the night just to terrify you. You almost immediately regretted the decision to tell him.

You had told him within the first few days of knowing him, since you worked closely with him and he did his ‘work’ at night, you often had to go out with him then, and you got the creeps every time you did.

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A few brilliant fics that I have recently read. I highly recommend them :)

As always, please take heed of fic ratings and always read the tags. Enjoy xx


Munich - SilentAuror (Explicit)

Sherlock has to go to Munich for a case. John misses him. A lot.

Bridges - sussexbound (SamanthaLenore) (Mature)

The silence between them is deafening, interrupted only by the hum of the traffic outside, and the soft click-clunk of the plastic cups Rosie is playing with on the floor beside them. It is the first time they have been alone together, since Sherlock’s birthday. It’s only been two days, but it feels huge, important, like there is a precarious bridge stretched out before them both that they need to at least attempt to traverse.

Guardian - PoppyAlexander (Mature)

In Ancient Rome, Centurion John is hired to act as personal, round-the-clock bodyguard for the mad emperor’s hedonistic, philosopher brother (that would be Sherlock). Sparks fly, John peers through a partly-open door, arrows fly, and Sherlock learns the very apt name given to John’s 22-inch sword.

No, his *actual* sword. He’s a Roman solider, remember. What you were thinking would be…just, no.

Ancient Rome - AU

The Adventure of the Silver Scars - tangledblue (not rated)

It’s been thirteen months since Mary shot Sherlock and John finds he’s still pissed off about it. Sherlock had thought everything was settled: John and Mary, domestic bliss. But when John turns up at Baker Street with suitcases, the world’s only consulting detective might not be prepared for the consequences. A new case. Some old scores to settle. Certain danger. Concertos, waltzes, and whisky.

What He’s Like - magikspell (Explicit)

“I’m so in love with you,” John says, a statement of fact. “I will never not be in love with you.”

Realistic first time. They love each other so much.

Chiaroscuro - Social_Hemophilia (Teen )

“His crashes are getting longer,” John states quietly.

Mycroft is silent. After a minute of quiet contemplation, he asks, “How long?”

“Latest one is going on about a month now. Longest one he’s had since I met him.”

There is a pause.

“He has bipolar disorder, doesn’t he? The symptoms all are there, these aren’t just bouts of crippling boredom, are they?“

The Empty Heart - sussexbound (SamanthaLenore) (Teen)

What would have happened if Sherlock had returned a few months, a few days earlier? What if it had been nothing but a few hours? What if he and John had been alone? Things could have been so different…

Arrow Moves To Thursdays

Woke up to this article today and my TL looked like:

Arrow is moving to Thursday nights at 9 pm next fall for their sixth season. Reactions varied from chill to… not. Do I think this is a bad thing? No, I don’t. 

Allow me to preface this post by saying this: I’ve been talking about Arrow’s ratings and The CW network since I started this blog. Long before there was ever a ratings drop, my opinion was that The CW has a different business model than the other networks. If you cannot accept that The CW’s profitability is not based on live ratings, then this is not the blog for you. You don’t have to take my word for it. Stephen Amell confirmed it at HVFF Chicago. Mark Pedowitz has spoken about it.  I’ve done my research on this folks. They are structured differently than the Big Four. It’s just facts. (X) 

Yes, I was surprised by the move mostly because I had grown complacent about Arrow on Wednesday night. Wasn’t expecting it. I am no expert, but I’m happy to share my thoughts. I’ll talk about what I like about the move. Then we’ll shift to concerns.

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“ Now unless we are going to do any more creepy journalism, I’d like to finish this chapter. Harry is about to go up against a dragon.” 


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This is an RP Post, frig off from reposting if your not rping 

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“No, wait… That’s not right.” You giggled. “Let me think about it for a minute.”

You were never great at telling jokes - snarky remarks, maybe - but not jokes and you had botched this one to hell. There was no recovering… So, of course it was a surprise when Oliver threw his head back and laughed regardless. You barely had time to sort the damn thing out before you looked over to find him smiling like a fool.

Oliver had made himself comfortable enough in your small apartment; sitting on the middle of the living room rug with a cup of now cold coffee next to his leg. He had dragged himself there in the middle of the night, still suited up and banging on your door like a lost drunk. It didn’t take too much investigation to determine that the Green Arrow had a rough night. He didn’t go into detail at the time - had only given you bits and pieces… All you knew was that a kid had been involved and based on the disconsolate tension Oliver brought with him, it hadn’t ended well. So, through blood, sweat and tears you stayed up all night. He was stuck in the dark and you were going to light the way even if it broke you.

Whatever happened, happened… Neither of you could change that now and Oliver needed a friend. He needed you.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.” He shrugged. “Just… Thanks for getting me through the night.”

Yeah. No problem.” You smiled, watching him shift to recline on his elbows… “Want me to start that joke again?”

Absolutely.”

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Superhero's Anonymous
  • Moderator: "Welcome to Superhero Anonymous. We have three newcomers today. Please, state your first name and your tragic backstory. Okay... You there. In the Green with the Bow. You first."
  • Green Arrow: "My name is Oliver Queen."
  • Mod: "Please sir, just your first name. We're suppose to be anon--"
  • Green Arrow: *interrupting* "After five years on a hellish island, I have come home with only one goal- to save my city. But to do that, I can't be the killer I once was. To honor my friend's memory, I must be someone else. I must be something else."
  • Mod: "Oh. Okay. That's...interesting. And creepy. Moving on. You in the Red."
  • The Flash: "My Name is Barry Allen--"
  • Mod: "Oh, come on!"
  • The Flash: "--and I'm the fastest man alive. When I was a child, a saw my mother killed by something impossible. My father went to prison for her murder. Then an accident made me the impossible. To the outside world, I'm just an ordinary forensic scientist, but secretly I use my speed to fight crime and find others like me, and one day I'll find who killed my mother and get justice for my father. I am the Flash."
  • Mod: "Thank-you for that information, Flash. I know more than I ever wanted to. Next!"
  • Supergirl: "My name is"
  • Mod: "hoe don't do it"
  • Supergirl: "Kara Zor-el..."
  • Mod: *throws papers in the air* "oh my god"
  • *storms out in frustration with heroes and their annoying self intros.*

llamastheflying  asked:

(for the write prompt) Like many things in his life (adopting strays off the street, going to Hasetsu, jumping on the back of a stranger's motorcycle), Yuri hadn't exactly thought through the repercussions of sending his best friend a snap that, he realized after hitting send, could ruin their friendship.

“Oh shit,” he groans aloud in his empty apartment, wishing he could somehow snatch the snap back.

He holds his breath as the little icon beside Otabek’s username turns from the sent arrow to opened, then gasps as it notifies that it’s been replayed.

The response isn’t immediate, it takes three whole minutes of Yuri pacing, and regretting, and chastising himself for sending it in the first place; for saying something so important over Snapchat of all things.

He doesn’t exhale his relief until he opens Otabek’s responding snap; a solid black screen like he’s lying in the dark, and four beautiful words scrawled across the middle.

“I love you too.”

Battered and Bruised Ch. 4 (Bucky x reader)

Good afternoon lovely readers! I hope you enjoyed yesterday’s new chapter. It’s about to get super angsty up in here now. I hope you all have a wonderful day and I love you all.  

Description:  Bucky sees all the damage he’s physically done to you because of what H.Y.D.R.A. did to his mind.

Warnings: Angst, hospitalization, mentions of death, seizures

Chapters 1 2 3 

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The sound of you and the chair toppling over echoed in your mind. Your shaky and uneven breaths were fading. Your restraints were making angry redlined into your wrist, the skin beginning break. The Winter Soldier was kicking you in your gut as you laid on the ground, helpless. 

He was grunted and yelled every time his foot made contact with your limp body. And then suddenly, there was no more pain. A floating sensation began to ripple through you.

From the shadows behind the super soldier, emerged your mother.

“Mom?” You breathed out as she knelt down beside you, beginning to stroke your hair. “But, you’re dead…” It was true. Your mom had passed away when you were ten years old in a car accident. 

“My sweet F/N, it’s not your time.” She smiled as she kissed you on the cheek. Her touch left your skin tingling, and a tear rolled down your cheek. “You have to fight, baby.” A beautiful smile graced her face. She began to stand and walked backwards, receding into the darkness.

“Fight… I have to… fight…” Your words were slurred and drawled out as your eyes were lolling around, trying to focus. 


A loud bang erupted through the interrogation room. The door burst open and a black arrow flew across the room, hitting the Russian agent in the chest, electrocuting him. His body was convulsing on the floor next to you as the electric shocks pulsed through him. 

“F/N? Stay with me!” Clint shouted at you, cutting your restraints. His words were echoing through your brain as you tried to stay awake. He tried to carry you as gently as possible to not make your injuries worse. You became unconscious as your body began to shut down. Clint held you to his chest as he jogged through the many halls, making his way back to the quinjet. 


“Bucky! Look at me. It’s Steve.” His eyes were bewildered and filled with hurt. He didn’t blame Bucky, but he couldn’t believe the state you were in as he saw you being carried out. 

“I don’t know who that is!” The Winter Soldier growled, making a run to tackle Steve.

“I don’t want to do this. Don’t make me, Bucky. Please. For F/N.”  But, he wasn’t stopping. Before he could do any more damage, Steve hit him in the temple with the edge of his shield, knocking him out cold. He stood there, looking at his best friend sprawled out on the cold concrete unconscious. 

“We have to get back to the jet, now. We don’t have much time. And F/N is critical. Clint says she’s fading away fast.” Natasha huffed out, a trickle of blood streaming down the side of her face. 

A red energy enveloped Bucky, picking him up and moving him out of the door. Wanda was holding him up, trying to move as fast as she could without hurtling him through a wall. 

“Come on, F/N needs us.” Steve regained his composure and they ran out of that little room. A room you would never forget. A room where you witnessed the love of your life being ripped away from you.  


“Bucky, get off!” You were sprawled out on the bed with a shirtless super soldier putting all his weight on your body. 

“Not until you give me a kiss!” He nestled into the crook of your neck placing kisses along you jaw and collarbone. A big grin began making its way across his face and you could feel his scruff against your skin. You were giggling and placed a sweet kiss on his lips. You began to pull away, but he wouldn’t let you, deepening the kiss. You smiled against his warm lips as his hands began to explore your body. You managed to roll over so that you were straddling him. You cupped his face kissing him tenderly, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as you lightly bit his earlobe. That night was the first time you had made love with him. 


Bucky woke up a day later, that memory bringing him back to consciousness. Steve was sitting in a chair next to him, reading the newspaper. He groaned, trying to shift himself into a sitting position on the bed, when a pain spiked in his brain.

“Bucky, you’re awake.” Steve had a small smile, but worry and concern was etched on his face. He placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, giving it a light pat. “Lay back down, pal. You took a really hard hit to the head.” 

He complied and stopped moving around. A sudden sinking feeling hit Bucky. He suddenly felt nauseous at the realization that you weren’t there. 

“Steve. Wh- where’s F/N?” 

He didn’t reply. He pursed his lips, not knowing what to tell him. “Bucky, uhm..” The right words weren’t forming in his head.

“Steve. Tell me right now.” Tears were welling up in his eyes, and his lip began to quiver. 

“She’s in the hospital ward… She just got out of surgery.” Steve could see the hurt in his oldest friend’s eyes. It broke his heart to see Bucky like that. 

“Oh god, what have I done?” He threw the sheets away from him and ran to your location despite the unbearable pain in his head. Steve tried to stop him. He knew the site of you would be too much for him. 


When he reached the hospital ward, he saw you in a bed with many dark bruises and fresh stitches. You had a black and swollen eye, along with a broken nose. Bucky fell to his knees at the door, sobbing. 

“I’m so sorry, F/N. I’m so sorry.” He choked out sobs and yells. He felt a hand on his back, rubbing soothing circles on it, trying to calm him down. 

“She would want you to stay with her, be strong for her. Come on, Buck.” He looked up, it was his best friend. Steve helped him up and sat him down in a chair beside you. Bucky gently held your hand, kissing it, and put it on his cheek as tears streamed down his face. Steve left without another word, leaving him and you alone. 

Bucky spoke softly, telling you how sorry he was and how much he loved you. He begged for your forgiveness and hoped that you would still love him. You were his everything. 

He took your medical chart from the end of the bed, flipping through the pages. He found out that you experienced not on the many bruises, cuts, a black eye, and a broken nose, but that you also had broken ribs, internal bleeding, a dislocated shoulder, and that part of your lung collapsed. He couldn’t bear that the fact that he did this to you. He tried to fight it, but at the end of it all, it didn’t work. 

“I’m a monster. I’m a fucking monster.” He sobbed, putting his head against the bed. 


You woke up to the sound of crying. You couldn’t open your eyes, they were too swollen. But you recognized the voice. It was Bucky. 

You moved your right hand and it came in contact with his head. You lifted it and began to stroke his hair. 

“F/N?” He lifted his head, his eyes puffy and red from the tears. You gave him a small smile and found his cheek. You stroked it and he placed his hand over yours. “I thought I lost you.” Tears were brimming on his eyes again. 

You tried your best to speak, but it came out as a little whisper. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.” The words still slightly burned in your throat, and the pain in your ribs wasn’t as bad as it was before. 

He let out a sad chuckle and got up to kiss your busted lip. The sensation felt so good against yours, you missed the way he felt and tasted. 

He pulled away. “I did this to you. How are you not upset?” His eyebrows were stitched together and his eyes were wide and shifting along your face, looking for an answer. 

“That wasn’t you Buck. It wasn’t you in there. How could I blame you when I know you tried to fight it? I love you James Buchanan Barnes. I always have and always will.” The words came out a little easier now. You wanted to look at him, to study his features, but you couldn’t open your eyes.

He gave you a soft smile, a tear running down his cheek. You felt it and wiped it away.

“Don’t cry bab-” Your hand dropped away from his face. Your body began to shake, violent convulsions making its way through your body. 

“Nurse! Somebody- she’s- she’s having a seizure!” Bucky’s voiced echoed throughout the building and the medical team ran in, along with the team. He feared for the worst. He screamed out your name, tears rolling down his cheek. The once steady sound of the heart monitor began to send a long monotone note that echoed in the room, imprinting itself into his memory. Forever.


OKAY BEFORE ANYBODY STARTS FREAKING OUT, IMMA LET YOU KNOW RN THAT ITS NOT OVER YET. DONT WORRY. 

It actually didn’t end up really long, but I hope it did some justice. I hope this cliff hanger leaves you on the edge of your seat till tomorrow ;) leave me some feedback on what you think. Have a beautiful day, I love you all! 

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