so very dark and so very good with it

The Dreams that Haunt us

Summary: You usually have nightmares after missions, but this one is worse than usual. Luckily, someone’s there to help you out.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1621 Words

Warning: Fluff, a bit of angst, nightmares, illness, very very slight gore, like it’s not even there

Notes: I wrote this in, like, an hour, so forgive me if there’s mistakes, I didn’t edit it. I also didn’t get to elaborate or create a good title, sorry! 

Originally posted by calif0rnia-lovers

You sit up with a jolt, chest heaving with distress and terror. You’re sweating, beads of water dripping down your forehead. Your heart is racing, thumping rapidly within your ribcage. You glance cautiously around the dark room, eyes flicking and analysing every shadow and corner. Nothing seems to be replicated from your nightmare, so you take a deep breath, trying to control your breathing, taking in lungfuls of the cool air. Tears are still forming in the ducts of your eyes, leaking out in a most shameful way, especially for an Avenger like you. You can taste the saltiness on your lips, quickly swiping a hand over your lids.

You have nightmares after every mission, often haunted by the people you kill. You’ve gotten used to it, managing to snap out of it before the dream gets too serious. But this time, it was the worst it’s ever been. It felt so…real, it felt like you were in true danger, like you really were surrounded by viciousness. Yes, you were probably in danger every day of your life, but these nightmares took those fears and multiplied it by a hundred, creating a vividly terrifying sequence. You bite your lip, wincing as you recount your subconscious events.

Remembering that somebody else is in the bed, you look over to Bucky. Just a mere look at him makes you smile a little, heart rate slowing just a bit. His long, brown hair is fanned over the pillow, his gentle face turned towards you. You resist the urge to kiss his soft, pink lips, because then he’ll wake up, and you don’t want to disturb him. He used to have nightmares every single night, when he first came to the Tower. Once you two got together though, the amount of nightmares he had were reduced considerably, and instead, you were the one who got them more frequently. You liked to think that you helped him feel loved again, settling his subconscious in a haze of affectionate touches, kind kisses.

Suddenly, a sudden, sharp pain in your head brings you out of your thoughts. You flinch instinctively, bringing your hand up to your scalp to hold your head. Everything seems painful all of a sudden. You’ve gotten an illness recently, and it’s stubbornly not going away. Your panicked state emphasises the dryness in your throat, the cold shivering of your body and the constant, dull, throbbing pain in your mind. As well as the coughing and the feeling of being tired all the time. Reluctantly, you shift to swing your legs over the edge of the bed, trembling still. Your feet come in contact with the strangely freezing ground. Giving a hoarse, aching cough, your breath caught up, you shakily stand up. Your legs wobble underneath you, feeling unstable as you press a quivering hand against the bed. Agonisingly slowly, you make your way over to the bathroom, shuddering from the seemingly cold atmosphere. You feel like you could drop to the floor at any moment, swaying slightly. Your mind is so occupied with images and pain that you’re barely concentrating on walking. Finally, after what your mind imagines to be an hour, you stumble through the bathroom door, clutching the sink to gain stability. You don’t even look at the mirror, to see your wrecked face, streaked with perspiration and tears. Fumbling for a towel, you douse it in water, not even sure if it’s hot or cold. You rub it on your face, not able to keep in the coughs that escape your mouth. The towel doesn’t do much to give you any relief, but you’re able to rid your face of the liquid. Giving it one final rub, you throw the towel onto the rack. Your lungs feel like they’ve been drained of any oxygen, and you’re struggling to breathe. Closing your eyes, you focus purely on remaining calm, forcing your ill state into another area for a while.

Darkness, you can’t see anything. You can’t move, body stiff no matter how hard you try to shift them. You open your mouth to call for help, but no sound comes out. You try call for Bucky, but you can’t. Suddenly, you see a gleaming gun pointed straight at you, the barrel coated in thick, dark red blood. A resounding bang echoes through the…

Gasping, you snap open your eyes, stumbling back a little. Shaking, you struggle to forget the terrifying scene from your dreams. Red still stains your thoughts darkly, still but forever violent. It had felt like you were useless-whatever you did, nobody would come save you. You were alone. It was one of your greatest fears, being alone, stuck, and not being able to do anything about it. You can’t stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks again, coughing more roughly this time, it won’t halt unless you try your hardest. Your hand lands on a cough lozenge packet, ripping it open and sucking on them, the citrus taste filling your mouth instantly. Gradually, it subsides a little, but you’re still tormented by that terror, feeling like you couldn’t go back to sleep if that was what you would dream of. You’re scared to go back to bed, you don’t want to witness your worst fear again.

You don’t know how long you’re sitting there on the closed toilet seat, head dropped into your hands and hair hanging over your face in straggly locks. But then you feel touches to your knees, and, quivering, you look up. Your mouth drops a little at the sight of Bucky kneeling front of you, his hands around your legs kindly. His expression is screwed up with worry, stormy blue grey eyes wide with fret. His hair is mussed and tousled, the way you normally like it, but you’re too distressed at this moment to really notice it.

“Doll, what happened?” He asks softly, running his fingers over your bare skin.

You give a sharp cough, sucking in air as one of his hands move up to rest on your back. Tears blur your vision, forming quickly.

“I…I had…I had a nightmare…and I can’t stop…coughing and I…I feel so sick…” You rasp out, giving a small sob. “It…It was worse than…than any other nightmare I’ve…I’ve ever had…”

“Oh, sweetheart…” He breathes, metal hand brushing away the hair that sticks to your face.

He stands up and gently pulls you up from your seated position. He tugs you into an embrace and you go into it immediately, feeling safe and warm in his hug. His tall, broad figure makes you feel secure, but not trapped, like you’re being protected, but not imprisoned. You press your face into his chest, arms winding around his waist, keeping him close. You can’t help but break once you’re latched onto him, crying into his shirt, mixed with a few coughs that make your lungs feel like they’re on fire. He presses his mouth to your hair, pressing kisses over your scalp.

“Shh, I’m here darling, I’m right here, baby…I love you so much…It’s alright beautiful, we’ll get through this…it wasn’t real, it was just a nightmare…” He murmurs sweetly, warm breath tickling your skin lightly.

You relax considerably at his soothing words, collapsing against his strong structure, held onto tightly and carefully, like you’re a precious jewel. Pulling away only a bit, he takes a glass from next to the sink and fills it with cold water. Turning off the tap, he presses it to your mouth, tipping it slightly so the liquid flows down your throat. Water has never tasted so good to you, flooding your sore throat, relieving it of the dryness. Once you finish drinking it, he sets it down on the counter and pulls you back into the hug. He rubs circles over your back, giving it an occasional pat. His bionic hand moves up through your hair, weaving itself between your silky locks. The cool fingers scratch your head delicately, releasing some tension off your posture. It feels like a massage, the merest touch automatically loosening the knots in your muscles. You stay there for a while, arms wrapped around your love. Standing in the dimly lit bathroom, the horrible images steadily leave your subconscious, now alone with Bucky, and Bucky only.

“I…I think I can…I think I can try sleep now…” You whisper, the words muffled a little. You feel Bucky’s flesh hand touch your chin, bringing your face up to look him directly in the eyes. You could get lost in those eyes, they’re like a vast ocean that is filled with emotion but comfort as well.

“Are you sure?” He whispers back, leaning forward. You stand up on tip toe to meet his kiss, your chapped lips pressing against his smooth ones. It’s such a gentle kiss, just what you need right now-caring, kind and just relaxing.

You nod and he gives you a small smile. Before you can say anything, he hoists you up in a bridal style hold. You give a weak cry of protest, but you’re too tired to do anything about it. Pecking you on the lips again, he carries you out to the bed, where he puts you carefully down on the sheets. He climbs in beside you, arm wrapping around your hip and pulling you towards him so you lay chest to chest. As soon as he does this, you feel your eyes drift close, head buried in the clean pillows. He plants one more kiss on your forehead.

“Goodnight, doll.” He says softly.

“Goodnight…Bucky…” You trail off, dropping off into a calm sleep. With Bucky right next to you, keeping you safe even in your dreams, you don’t face any fears that night.

chansey sprite rating


hmm! a very happy angel! with cute colours to boot! i appreciate that but… shes a little lopsided! :( if she had the perfect egg shape, the rating would be much higher… 7/10


oh!!!! look at how she runs to greet you!! so happy and excited!! and they improved the lovely palette from red/blue!! perfect!!! 10/10


this is cute… it looks like she’s trying to ask for a hug! very adorable. the colours are so dark though… very unfitting for such a happy egg! 8/10


oh! what is this?! she looks like she has a question!!! what could be on this mysterious angel’s mind…. :3c/10


ah!! now it looks like she asked her question and is happy to have heard your reply!!! very good!! 8/10


ooooh what a lovely palette! it has a more reddish tint; a nice change from the excessive pink! and she is craddling her egg!! what a sweet baby. a lovely egg shape too! 9/10


oh! hmm… she looks a little dull! not round OR eggy shaped enough… she is lacking a certain amount of colour in her… she looks sad :( 4/10


look at her!! shes coming in for that high five!!!!!!!! will you highfive her back?!?! high5/10


hmm… pretty, but… where is the emotion! just a little too plain for my tastes :( 6/10


they went back to more pinkish tones for this one! it looks kinda nice! her hands are placed in a way that looks like she has invited u over to her dinner party and is pleased to see you! 8/10


hm…. again! where is the emotion?? this is just a plain egg! i appreciate her :D smile but that is not enough to make up for it… it needs something more 7/10




best quality? her wiggles/10

whatever-fangirl  asked:

Can you recomend some good JxHQ fics?💕

Yes, of course sweetie 💕  Since you asked me for Nolanverse too, I will include both versions.

Suicide Squad-verse (Leto!Joker)

Kill Me Slowly
One of the best takes I’ve come across on their early Arkham relationship and Harley’s transformation. Raw and delicious, enthralling.

Grape Soda
Another Harley origin story that is simply so intriguing, with a twist.

Nobody Ever Comes To Our House
This fanfic switches between super light and funny and very dark. The author has such a wide spectrum for them and it’s really impressive.

Harley’s characterization and the way she react to her struggles here is just so good.

A delicious revenge act towards someone that hasn’t been getting much spotlight.

The Joker’s Wild
He is so desperate for Harley, it’s just amazing.

Secondhand Smoke - Ain’t No Church in the Wild
- Purple Teardrops - New

Joker is dark and possessive, Harley stands her ground. Harley’s origin in a way rarely told before. Very dark but beautiful.

My Weakness
Sweet reunion.

Let Fire Reign
One of those pieces with a psychological view on it, it just draws you in.

Wicked Games
It paints something really dark in a beautiful way, and I love it. Powerful.

My Queen
Sweet and hot.

King and Queen of Gotham
This one depicts the movie events in a really satisfying way. I wish this could replace the SS novelization.

The Jokes on Them
A mixture of fluff, funny, sweet and just overall so good.

Trouble Sleeping
Some heart-warming fluff.

The Next Day
This fic is exactly what I need, in terms of a Joker who is just so dependent on Harley. A perfect band-aid for the heart after reading angst, it mends and it makes me so happy.

Kiss The Ring
I love it when darker elements mix with sweet, and this is an example of such.

Where Are You Looney Tune?
I love this so much, Joker’s POV of looking for Harley. This filled a very big void that the movie and novelization left behind. The Joker being desperate is portrayed so good.

Nolanverse (Ledger!Joker)

 Bad Jokes  - Malady The Ringmaster
I consider this triology a classic, a pure piece of art. I have rarely found better writing in fanfiction, - you can really tell that the author is a published writer.
It’s one of the few fics that shows full abuse but does not make me cringe. All because of the way Harley is portrayed - she is so strong,  so fierce. It contains heavy abuse but also some moments that are absolutely stunning and balances it.

Killing Time
This is so good, I’m constantly impressed that the author portrays the Joker with such ease and still in a way that I find completely compatible with Ledger!Joker - it makes me genuinely believe this could happen although it’s sweeter than you could expect. The portrayal of the Joker is slightly different from in Bad Jokes, showing him as more human, a tad more affectionate, but still just as sociopathic.

Do Not Disturb
In case you didn’t think this Joker was capable of amazing sex, as well as humor and slaughter, well, you’re welcome. The fic is based on an amazing artwork, found here.

Used Too Well
A very dark take on it. If you, like me, are intrigued by the historical mistress theme, this is very fascinating and heart-wrenching. Non-con.

Twisted Knives
Angsty, dark and sweet.

General/Other Batman Universe

A take on Brian Azarello’s Joker, and his breakdown. Beautiful.

JxHQ: Piety
Another, dark take on Azarello’s famous Joker breakdown scene, showing how complex their relationship really is. 

Sign on The Line
Delicious, dark. Harley’s portrayal, the way she fights back, is amazing.

The Art of Seduction
Just in case you want some, you know, good smut.

JxHQ: Snuff
Included just because it’s funny and original; crack and seduction mixed with bloody gore.

I’m hiding from actual family thanksgiving dinner, but feelings about celebrating a holiday based on genocide aside, it seems a good time to mention that one of my biggest things to be thankful for is this blog and the community around it.

I’ve met amazing people who are now close friends through it, and I’ve learned so much from facilitating our discussions. The reinforcement from folk valuing what I teach and do here very literally kept me alive during a very dark time and is a large part of what helps me get out of bed most days. This place is probably the purest manifestation of everything important to me and I’m so thankful it continues to grow as it does.

takemeawaytocamelot  asked:

Oh Kal! What a trip you've taken us on! I thought that final chapter was wonderful but the epilogue... Goodness you're so so good!! Your College AU has a special place in my heart as my favorite work of yours, but I honestly think this is your best collection ever. You kept me guessing and wondering the whole time. Very very well done.

Oh, love, you have made my day. I’m hugging you tight across seas and timezones. I had an amazing time taking you guys across this dark place, but hopefully I delivered some light in the end… Thank YOU!

P.S. - I would love some Exes AU @takemeawaytocamelot. Just saying…;)

Originally posted by rose-petals-of-temptation


Babette tells a joke to the family about a contract, “’Ooh, you are such a pretty little girl. Would the sweetie like a sweetie? Oh yes, how about some chocolate?’ Oh yes, please, kind sir. My mama and papa left me all alone, and I’m so very hungry. I know a shortcut to the candy shop. Through this alley. ‘Oh ya, very good. Very good. My it is dark down here. Oh, but you are so beautiful. Such a lovely smile. Your teeth… your teeth! No! Aggghh!!’”

Hold the buck up.

I literally can not express to you the amazingness of @vradler ’s work. I can not get over this art at all. I’m so SO in love with this artist and their art that I very much hold them in high regard and have done for a very long time.

The art they create is so dark, gritty and detailed in tone and there is just SOMETHING so lureing and eye catching about all of it. I adore just scrolling through it all.

You know who else has god damn amazing art? @hisclockworkservants. I have EYEGASMS just looking at their art. It is SO DAMN PLEASING TO LOOK AT

*wipes happy tears*

Keep up the good work. Ilu both

-Roth, the big fan.


favourite tv shows: Stranger Things

“…it is a dimension that is a dark reflection or echo of our world. It is a place of decay and death. A plane out of phase. A place of monsters. It is right next to you, and you don’t even see it…”

anonymous asked:

I know this is super dark but im so in the mood for it: daryl and the group re-unite after daryl was taken captive and he's so messed up and broken that he tries to kill himself the group stops him tho

Similar prompt received: Can you write caryl 7x10 but really angsty and daryl tells carol about glenn and abe and she tells him to not blame himself and stuff 

A/N I’m very sorry this took so long! Not used to writing dark fics so forgive me if it isn’t very good! Tried to incorporate Carol into this as appropriately as possible. Tried a different format of writing for this one, hope you like!xox

Do it.

Just…do it.

Take the gun, aim it at your fucking head and pull the trigger.

Worthless piece of shit.


He slams his hands down on the table, shoving it away from himself in the same motion.

He wants to cry but he hasn’t earnt the right. Maggie has, Rosita, Sasha, Tara, all of them have, but not him.

They haven’t taken someone they love from him like he has them.

Although it’s not exactly like the woman he loves is here to save him like she has so many times before.

No point denying what he feels for her now, not that it matters…she’s gone.

Soon, he’ll be gone too, not that he even deserves an escape as sweet as death.

He can hear the door handle turning erratically, a few of them calling his name from the other side.

They’ve been doing that for a while now.

The tears spill over as he strides over to the table, picking up the gun with blurred vision, as if this wasn’t even real.

It is.

He checks the chamber yet again, that one bullet still exactly where he left it, taunting him with the possibility of release.

Closing it he tests the weight with his right hand, raising it with a strong arm to aim at his head.

This is the furthest he’d gotten with it so far.

Stop being a pussy, he thought to himself as his hand began uncontrollably shaking.

The door was vibrating on its hinges now as someone tried to break in.

He didn’t even notice.

Everything around him was white noise as his finger ghosted over the trigger, still not yet committed.

He swallowed knowing he had to be all in.

His fingertip followed the smooth curve of the trigger, pressure increasing as he went along.

Then he was on the floor.

A pain came up his right side as he made contact, was he dead?

He glanced at the gun now halfway across the room on the floor a figure quickly scooping it up.

He wasn’t dead.

There were others around him now, helping him sit, Rick crouched down in front of him.

“Daryl? Daryl!”

No response.

Rick’s hand went to his shoulder making him flinch.

He could barely focus on what Rick was saying, tears misting up his eyes again.

“…and we found Carol…”

That’s all it took for him to snap back.

“Carol?” he croaked, his eyes now flickering up to Rick’s.

Rick gave a watery smile relieved he’d managed to get through to him.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “at a place called The Kingdom, she’s safe.”

Daryl let this sink in.

He had to go there.

He had to see her.

She was his salvation and if anyone could pull him out of this dark hole…it was her.


friendly reminder that shaun david hutchinson is an amazing and underrated author who has written two awesome books with non-straight main characters and relationships that deal with heavy and relevant topics such as death, grief, bullying, mental illness, depression, and suicide but still manage to have hopeful and happy endings. i recommend them to literally anyone, especially struggling young people, lgbt+ or otherwise. 

the five stages of andrew brawley 

Andrew Brawley was supposed to die that night, just like the rest of his family.
      Now he lives in the hospital, serving food in the cafeteria, hanging out with the nurses, sleeping in a forgotten supply closet. Drew blends in to near invisibility, hiding from his past, his guilt, and those who are trying to find him. His only solace is in the world of the superhero he’s created—Patient F.
   Then, one night, Rusty is wheeled into the ER, half his body burned by hateful classmates. Rusty’s agony is like a beacon for Drew, pulling them together through all their pain and grief. In Rusty, Drew sees hope, happiness, and a future for both of them. A future outside of the hospital, and away from their painful pasts.
    But to save Rusty, Drew will have to confront death, and life might get worse before it gets better. And by telling the truth about who he really is, Drew risks any chance of a future…for both of them.

(my notes: think if i stay meets the fault in our stars, but gay. and amazing. helped me through an incredibly hard time.)

we are the ants

Henry Denton has spent years being periodically abducted by aliens. Then the aliens give him an ultimatum: The world will end in 144 days, and all Henry has to do to stop it is push a big red button. Only he isn’t sure he wants to.
     After all, life hasn’t been great for Henry. His mom is a struggling waitress held together by a thin layer of cigarette smoke. His brother is a jobless dropout who just knocked someone up. His grandmother is slowly losing herself to Alzheimer’s. And Henry is still dealing with the grief of his boyfriend’s suicide last year. Wiping the slate clean sounds like a pretty good choice to him.
    But Henry is a scientist first, and facing the question thoroughly and logically, he begins to look for pros and cons: in the bully who is his perpetual one-night stand, in the best friend who betrayed him, in the brilliant and mysterious boy who walked into the wrong class. Weighing the pain and the joy that surrounds him, Henry is left with the ultimate choice: push the button and save the planet and everyone on it…or let the world—and his pain—be destroyed forever.

(my notes: though they are incredibly different stories, this book left me with the same feeling that aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe did. YEAH. i’m serious.)

I really really love how Snow’s motifs are white. He’s very much one-sided on an issue, extreme to the absolute core. He is washed clean in an attempt to look pure- when really the white is just to cover up the blood. 

I really love how Alma Coin’s motifs have always been grey. She’s neither good nor bad, just this very grey sense of morality. She’s trying so hard to keep it light, to be the good leader of District 13, but…… It’s ultimately good but… With shades of grey, you have to be careful not to fall off the deep end, to turn too dark or light a shade. When you’re operating in greys, it’s almost inevitable to shift too close to one or the other extremes. Julienne Moore does an excellent job of playing her; she just. GOSH, ends up feeling so manipulative, in very light and fairy-like ways (I’m not sure if that makes sense but wow!)

I really love how Katniss’ motifs have always been both black and red. She is both a direct opposite to Snow, and also her own. Her morals and her symbolic stance is 100% opposite that of Snow, but she isn’t just political tool, a foil. She isn’t just Black vs White, she’s also very red, full of rage and love for her family and just. Her own person. Love it. 

Not sure how the yellow fits in yet, but I’ve kinda noticed that the yellow is very Effie and Haymitch. I wanna think it’s another tool for shades of grey, only yellow is good. Yellow is on the same side as red, but it’s not as fiery, it’s not as potent. 

Look at Johanna? She’s all red too, isn’t she? No black, just. RED, she’s angry, and fiery and passionate without the strict moral foil that Katniss has. dfalskjfalsdjfa;klj

Gale is almost all blacks; he’s too extreme. He’s black without Katniss’ red, without the fire and the passion, and it ends up consuming him way too much.

EVEN CAESAR it’s like?? He’s blue blue blue, he’s cool, he’s calm, he’s a cool grey blue and it just. FUCK it fits so well.

I just really love how the color schemes in these movies really REALLY hammer in these personalities and the ultimate arcs of the characters by pushing certain color schemes (I honestly can’t remember how strict the color schemes are to the books; only going off the movies). It’s so good.

Okay @chance-of-chaos , this was a fun design, and not only cause I got to google “Zebroid” (which is a horse/zebra hybrid) for references, but…

Lets start at the beginning:

  • Overall the design is very nice, the only thing I had to change was the strip colors, since they’re way too dark. For one, Zebroids have really light stripes, if any, and thats the important one: Very dark colors rarely look good next to very light colors.
  • The tail didn’t really fit in with the mane, so I made it a bit more pointy

So yeah. Good OC, just needed some tweaks to it

unnatural-life  asked:

Hey. I hate to be that guy and I've been trying not to say anything for a coupla days, but... the golem oc you posted earlier fits the American Mammy stereotype very closely. If you're not sure what this is, she's the figure on Aunt Jemima's maple syrup; a dark-faced woman with colorful hair accessories who was made for labor and who raises the children of others, often reluctantly. You're usually very good about inclusivity, so I figured I'd point this out since I assume it wasn't on purpose.

Oh shit! She does sort of uncomfortably match this stereotype?

I’d hate to scrap her entirely as a character, so in the interest of improvement I’ll explain more about Hibi’s current situation and ask you & my followers if there’s anything that specifically could be changed, since I have only a small fragment of very old information posted about her. If it’s all bunk I’ll scrap it and start over. Under the cut:

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