their blood runs red

How to Make Your Villain Domestic but Still Evil

It’s the oxymoron that attracts us. Billowing black cape, terrifying worldviews, a willingness to make the streets run red with blood – and you know what would be hilarious? Them trying and failing to make morning pancakes. You know what would really hit us in the feels? Watching them show tenderness around a special someone.

Having a villain with a domestic side is lassoing a black hole, and it’s a tantalizing thing to watch. However, anyone who’s indulged in these daydreams with their own villains has probably encountered one very specific issue: it makes them less evil. They lose their edge.

For example, look at Crowley from CW’s Supernatural. This was a guy to be feared at one point; arriving out of nowhere at unexpected times, always playing both sides of the conflict, and you could be certain he would skin anyone necessary to get what he wanted – usually without getting a single drop of blood on his impeccable suit.

Flash forward to recent seasons, and we’ve seen Crowley cry and whimper more times than Dean has died –which is saying something. At first, it was fascinating to discover this powerful character actually had a tender side; and now, when Crowley makes a threat, we’re about as afraid as when any low-level demon makes one. This is because his evil was too compromised. He let himself go.

How can we avoid this mistake with our villains? The answer isn’t making them crush puppies and hate butterflies at every turn; it’s in balancing their core scariness with their softer side – giving them complexity, giving us a bit of “aww,” and making their eventual whiplash back into ‘terrifying’ all the more wonderful.

For this, we’re going to use Epic of Lilith by Ivars Ozols as an example. This book centers on arguably the original female villain – Lilith, the first woman of the Garden of Eden, who got on the “good guys’” bad side by refusing to submit to someone who was clearly her equal. There won’t be any spoilers below, but if you give the book a read (it’s an easy page turner), the points will be driven home stronger.

Plus it’s a book with a great female villain who isn’t objectified (don’t let the cover fool you, seriously) and prose that isn’t full of sexual over- or undertones. Talk about a win, eh?

Here we go.    

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Me after just finishing 13 Reasons Why

“My baby Justin” *slight tears*
“My baby Clay” *still slight tears*
“My baby Tony” *more slight tears*
“My baby Jessie” *tears*
“My little baby Hannah” *more tears*
“MY INFANT Alex” *sobs*
“MY INFANT LITTLE CHAMP FETUS BABY JEFF!” *sobbing with snot running down my face, eyes blood shot red, wrapped in 2 blankets*

Mafia! Johnny

» An AU where Johnny is a mafia leader but accidentally falls in love with a girl.

  • Oh boy, I’m probably gonna die after this
  • But anyways, Johnny, as a mafia leader….interesting
  • He is really intimidating, mostly because of his hard stare and frame so tall and strong
  • He dressed up smart but shaggy at the same time. To a normal person, he would look terrifying
  • Tattoos, piercings all lining his body, contaminating his milky white complexion 
  • But that was what caught your attention when you saw him sit across from you in the local bar
  • Hair shiny, slicked back. His hands were big, veins popping from underneath the skin, his fingers slender
  • Johnny was the kind of person no one wanted to mess with. Leader of the most terrifying mafia clan in town, hard to contradict and extremely hard to win against
  • He had a special way with words. His talk more than often manipulating people in dangerous ways. His illegal smirk whenever he got his way
  • You were sat on your uncomfortable seat, a Martini in hand and time to spare. He was so different from other people that you couldn’t help but stare at him
  • His strides were so calculated and soft that it would bring a cat to shame, movements so confident and assured that you wanted to give him an award
  • When he ordered a Sunset Rum, you had caught his voice. Deep and thick with his funny but sexy accent. He hadn’t noticed you ogling at him yet and you decided to enjoy the view for a while
  • Your blind date had ditched you and left you sitting in the tight red dress your friend had forced you into
  • So much for being that strong, independent girl who never needed to impress a man
  • But today you were needy, for something. Something that made you feel alive, painful yet pleasurable. Which is why you put extra effort in your appearance
  • Johnny finally noticed your burning stare and raised his eyebrows at you. You gave him a small smirk with your bright red lips, bringing your drink closer to your face
  • He looked away, smiling to himself and staring at the small glass with his drink. He wore a black coat and white collar shirt. It wasn’t ironed which added to his distraught yet intriguing look. You were never into good boys who dressed straight with matching underwear
  • He lifted himself up and brought the drink over to you,digging his gaze into you
  • Both of you just sat in silence, not knowing how to strike up a conversation. You wished people could just initiate sex without flirting or a hearty conversation. As rude as it was, it was easier
  • He smelled like honey and smoke
  • “Did you get stood up or something?” He asked. Your eyes widened at how close he was. The voice that melted you from within so far away was now ringing in your ear as close as anything could be
  • “Did you come back from a funeral? You’re definitely dressed like you are.” You were good at retaliation. Most of your attempts at flirting came off as mean and rude but he just smirked. He liked your vigour. One question led to another and his hands were up on your thigh. He was close, close enough for you to kiss his plump lips. “Not here,” he said, giving your thigh a hard squeeze. You bit your lip and just stared at those damned lips of his. He pulled you by the hand and led you out of the warm bar. The air was cold but his hands weren’t and as he led you to his car, you grew colder and more impatient. No one had turned you on like this
  • The pressure between your legs was immense as you were carefully thrown into the backseat of his car. Rough but gentle, he was. His movements and the smooth skin of his abs were the only thing you remembered. Followed by the intense euphoria his touches sent you into, a bliss, desperation for more, begging, screaming
  • He talked dirty but didn’t make you feel like a slut. It was more deep. This guy knew what he was doing. His tattoo covered arms were blush red, the blood running vigorously through him. His black hair had a blue sheen to them as they grew wet with his sweat. His tattoos making your small head wonder and the piercings that felt cold against your skin
  • When you both were done with your little activity, he sat back, instantly pulling out of you. Most boys would fall against you and whisper something sweet. Like “that was amazing babe” or “Maybe we should catch a drink later.” But not this lad
  • He sat back, pulling on his pants as you tried your best to cover up as quickly as you can. Heart beat faster than a horse and cheeks burning because of the excessive exposure of skin
  • He brought a cigarette to his lips, setting fire to it god knows when. You sat there staring him in awe, feeling a bit used as he didn’t say a word. I mean, you guys literally just fucked
  • He offered you a smoke but you denied, wanting to leave. “Uh I should go,” you uttered. He blew a puff of smoke through his nose and turned to look at you. The parking lot was empty and unlit. The only source of illumination was the moon and the far off street lights. The piercings on his ear glistened against the faint light. He looked like the devil, a beautiful devil that allured people into his den of sin. He leaned in, the fragrance coming back. He reached for your face and slid the stray strand of hair behind your ear. Your face was a mess. Red lipstick smudged and eyes black with run down mascara. You had faint red hickeys all over your collarbones. “Can we do this again sometime? And preferably not in my car”
  • A mistake once committed becomes a lifelong habit. You both slept with each other a daily basis. He was always stressed because of money dealing, drug dealing, enemies coming for his life. And you just needed to kill your boredom. Your fucked up relationship remained a secret to his gang and your friends. The last thing you needed was your friends to know that you sleep with this dubious boy who you knew nothing about
  • He never told the boys  because he didn’t them to think he was in love. Which he wasn’t, at least he thought so. He was the leader, the person that made everything run within and outside his clan. The leader people feared because of what he can do. A powerful delinquent who could not be moved from his stance
  • You were a distraction for him. Your hard demeanour, dainty face, small body. It was what attracted him. How you weren’t shy, how daring you were, how you never judged, never asked him who he really was
  • It had been a month and his feelings began to change. He was a broken person, love was the last thing on his mind. The last time he witnessed love was when his father had kissed him on his head and told him to be a good boy. The last kiss, the last glance and then he was gone. Taken away by the car crash, Johnny was alone. His mother remarried which made her even more distanced. She hated him, thought he was the reason why she had to marry his father. And once he died, she wasted no time in providing him with an abusive step father
  • When you arrived at his lavish place,one day, his gaze was different. His touches were softer and voice slow, like he was reciting the words to his favourite poem. You felt weird after, leaving his apartment with millions of thoughts in your mind
  • Later that week, he arrived at your place. It was a shock at first because he didn’t seem the kind of guy to arrive at a girl’s place. You were in your ugly pyjamas, not looking your best self. But he was a bloody mess. Red liquid spilled from his wounded lip and a big purple bruise sat on his eye. His white collar shirt was shredded, showcasing the wounds and gashes that were dangerously swollen and bloody
  • You were almost in tears, you had never seen anyone so broken before. He had been drinking too with his fists red carrying slits and bruises. He leaned against the door before falling into your arms. His hair were dishevelled. He still smelled the same. You could recognise his scent anywhere. You carried him to the couch, sitting him up and fetching a first aid box
  • You sat on his lap and cleaned his wounds. His eyes were closed and breath short and steady. He’d often flinch as you applied the anti septic to his sickly wounds
  • You didn’t know when you fell in love with him. Didn’t even know how and why. It just happened. That day, when you guys fucked..no..had sex. There was a difference between the two. There was definitely an unspoken feeling between you two
  • He finally opened his eyes and smiled when he saw you. “Hey beautiful,” he said. He still looked as breathtaking as ever. “Why Johnny? Why…” you cried, not holding back anymore. He pulled you into his chest and caressed the small of your back. You pulled away and stared at him with wet eyes. “Why do you do this to yourself? Get into fights, smoke, waste your life drinking?”
  • He stayed silent for a minute and then spoke. “If I told you, will you leave?” He almost whispered. You shook your head, throat in painful knots. “I’m a mafia leader,” he managed. You had a hunch he was related to people that were up to no good. That he was up to no good. You nodded, understandingly. As you raised your hand up to clean the wound on his cheeks, he stopped you. “I’m poison Y/N. I destroy things, decay them, make them cease to exist. But I’m-” You raised your eyebrows at him. “I’m also in love with you.” You smiled at that, half relieved and half excited. He held your face in his palms that had a metallic whiff to them, and pulled you in for a soft kiss. A kiss that tasted like salt, like water on a hot hot day. It was gentle, polite, beautiful. You wanted more.
  • That night he had made love to you,telling you he loves you with every move. You woke up next to him, his face still swollen and messy
  • Johnny wanted to keep your relationship undercover, still not letting the boys know about you. He acted strange at times, often cancelling plans because he wanted to spend time with you
  • It was less sex, more cuddling. More watching movies and exchanging jokes. He became human around you. Whereas with other people he would be tough and a pure hoodlum, he was so sweet towards you
  • He often warned you about people who might try to hurt you. He had made a promise to not lose you, after his father. He wanted to protect you the way he couldn’t prevent his father’s accident
  • He slowly broke the news to the boys, who were caught off guard
  • His clan was filled with gorgeous boys, ranging from teenagers to early adults. They were all so much more playful around each other, joking and running around like hooligans. It was a surprise because you had expected them to be dark and scary. Although they were like deathly wolves with other people, they were nice to you. One of the boys, Taeyong, would often thank you for the ways in which you had changed Johnny. In ways he had become more human, more gentle with the boys
  • Johnny wasn’t perfect. He was still a mafia leader who would interact with the wrong guys, carry out activities that were against the rules of a civilised society. He didn’t change completely. He was still the Johnny people feared and respected. But not with you. You were his everything. Every ounce of him yearned to protect and love you. And you didn’t want to change him either. For who he really was, broken and cold, made you fall in love with him in the first place.

A/N: I still can’t write smut and maybe it’s lacking smut stuff but eh…enjoy!

Zora royalty being lowkey terrifying and Hylians tryna pretend they aren’t a little unnerved by the giant shark fang spear hucking armor scaled warrior royalty when they come to diplomatic meetings. Mipha was like the least scary looking representative in decades but even she come to meetings like, in the sweetest tones: “we shall annihilate the calamity Ganon. It’s blood will run the rivers red. Victory will be ours.”

Link in the bg like “chill chill chill Mipha chill”

savvyshelly1113  asked:

Hi Cassie! I have to preface this question with the HIGHEST of praises for this fantastic shadowhunter world you have created! So Clary and Magnus both had visions of Idris running red with blood. If Clary gets visions because of her angelic power why does Magnus also get these visions? Also, as we saw in LoS in the Unseelie lands rivers are filled with blood. Does the blight that's starting to spread in Idris imply we will see their vision come true in QoaaD? What does this mean for our heros?

I love WHAT DOES THIS MEAN FOR OUR HEROES? It reminds me of classic comics!

Remember that Magnus is a really interesting warlock because his father was a Greater Demon — remember when he took that witchlight from Alec in CoLS and it started to glow? Asmodeus is a prince of Hell — a fallen angel. Angels and Greater Demons are not as un-alike as they would often like to think. Lucifer was after all, God’s most beautiful angel: You were the seal of perfection: full of wisdom and perfect in beauty.*

As Cristina points out, the rivers of Faerie having blood in them may not be new — Mark quoted Tam Lin to Emma in Lady Midnight: and all the blood that’s shed on earth, runs through the springs of that country (Faerie.) That has a lot to do with Faerie’s connection to the mundane world and the idea of the mundane world’s evils spilling into Faerie. We’ll learn more about the blight in Queen of Air and Darkness, but perhaps it’s Faerie’s turn to spill evils back into the mundane world?

* (Ezekiel 28:12)

penumbra as @wolfpupy tweets
  • juno steel: hey kids, i know youre struggling right now but im here to tell you, everything gets worse forever
  • peter nureyev: i am traveling through space and time refusing to learn anything and being a diva about it
  • rita: i am putting a ribbon in my hair to raise awareness of the cause of me looking so cute
  • cecil kanagawa: everyone who died and was killed on my quest to get really good hair and fashion deserved it and i dont care
  • cassie kanagawa: stop being so defensive I am just trying to hit you with weapons
  • julian dimaggio: i was too beautiful for this world [closes eyes with own hand]
  • alessandra strong: its impossible to prove that i cant kick every extinct animals ass and i will be flexing in victory for the next several hours
  • mick mercury: the biggest flaw of all my get rich quick schemes so far has been that they haven't gotten me rich quickly or even at all
  • sasha wire: thats cool. oh that wasn't a response to what you said i was just noting that it's cool that i wasn't listening or caring
  • valles vicky: if you think you can be rude to me with sass think again. I am the only one who is allowed to do that
  • ingrid lake: i hate to be betrayed but love to have revenge
  • mag: if we do this we do it my way [cut to a bunch of explosions. corpses and debris fly through the air] okay maybe i should be more open to ideas
  • miasma: when the sun goes out, the air turns to fire and the streets run red with blood, i am probably to blame for it.
  • chance sequoyah: retiring from my life of crime because vending machines and claw machines dont give you stuff when you point a gun at them
  • mary anne: don't speak i know just what you're saying, something about how beautiful and strong i am probably
wheel of time + @wolfpupy tweets
  • rand al'thor: life is about the journey not the destination, forget about the impact and just enjoy hurtling on fire in a downward trajectory
  • matrim cauthon: if you take a second to think about it, that's one second you have completely wasted
  • perrin aybara: if you underestimate a wolfs ability to wield a weapon just because of a lack of thumbs you will get what you deserve in the end.
  • egwene al'vere: things are going really well for me now that i've changed the meaning of really well to the opposite of what it means in my head.
  • min farshaw: looks like things are always happening once again
  • nynaeve al'meara: i won't do what i'm told, it involves listening to what people tell me
  • moiraine damodred: i did the best i could with the resources i was given, which was nothing
  • faile bashere: stop being so defensive i am just trying to hit you with weapons
  • tuon athaem al'paendrag: who would have thought that 10, 20, even 30 seconds later that the thing you said would still not matter to me, yes time is a cruel mistress
  • elayne trakand: i'm not going to claim that i know everything, i am simply going to act like it
  • aviendha: blood is just nature's red water that flys out when you make a mistake. relax and enjoy the experience for once
  • the dark one: when the sun goes out, the air turns to fire, and the streets run red with blood, i am probably to blame for it
  • asmodean: where people like you see a problem i see opportunity to create worse problems
  • aginor: back in the frankenstein times you could make a monster whenever you wanted, these days you have to have a license or something i guess
  • lanfear: when you get your revenge on someone always immediately hit them with a second revenge, undercuts any counter-revenge or betrayal they have
  • graendal: everyone who died and was killed on my quest to get really good hair and fashion deserved it and i dont care
  • ishamael/moridin: instead of spending all your time trying to make things better and failing you can cut out the middleman and just make things worse
  • the forsaken, generally: i don't want to throw anyone under the bus here unless they are my enemy or betrayer or if it will help me get where i'm going faster
Rain or Shine

Request: “heya! i loved ur draco fic “sanctuary” it was incredible! could i make a request for a long ish draco fic about the reader having a shitty few months and it feels like everything sucks, but draco her best friend starts saying all the wonderful times they are like yet to have, and includes them falling in love by accident, and then confesses his love for her and then smut? Xoxox”

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: depression, self-harm, negative thoughts. A lot of this writing is easy for me because I’ve been there, and I’m okay now. But if you’re not feeling too good, I’m always here to talk, I love you. P.S. I made this super fluffy bc Draco cares about you a lot :’) 

PART 2 

Originally posted by littleshivers210

The light peeking through the window stirred you, awakening your mind but somehow not your body. With lead in your arms and legs, you rolled to the side of your bed, checking the clock. You were once again late for class. Already a steady stream of tears was beginning to slide down your cheeks, and you pulled the duvet over your head. The last time you had slept in, you had received a very stern talking to by Professor McGonagall. And you were already so far behind on your transfiguration homework, your pile of responsibilities seemingly never ending.

Once again you let your thoughts wander where they should not go. To blood filled bathtubs and rivers running red. To the sound of a swinging rope, weighted with something heavy. To the feeling of nothing. You argued with your inner monologue, talking to yourself as you sobbed under the covers.

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of monsters & men || starters

❛  just grab a hold of my hand .   
❛  somewhere deep in the dark a howling beast hears us talk .
❛  i dare you to close your eyes .
❛  you love love love when you know i can’t love you   
❛  after every sunny day , comes a stormy night  
❛  you’re my king & i’m your lionheart  
❛  breathe in , breathe out . let the human in .   
❛  my head is an animal .   
❛  all the trouble i have caused with my two hands .
& we’re far , far home but we’re so happy .   
❛  we used to play outside when you were young and full of life and full of love .   
 i watched you disappear .   
  it’s best we both forget before we dwell on it .  
❛  as i looked around i began to notice we are nothing like the rest .   
  there’s an old voice in my head that’s holding me back .   
❛  are you really going to love me when i’m gone ?   
 i’m shaking like a leaf .   
❛  can you chase this fire away ?  
❛  but i tried , oh , i tried .   
❛  just let me go & we’ll meet again soon .   
❛  we won’t run .   
❛  it’s killing me to see you this way .   
 i’m a crook for not caring for it . ❜   
❛  the stairs creak as you sleep , it’s keeping me / you awake . it’s the house telling me / you to close your eyes .  
❛  don’t listen to a word i say  
❛  as the world comes to an end i’ll be here to hold your hand .    
❛  please hang around .  
❛  i can see through you .   
❛  it’s perfectly strange .   
❛  hungry for the kill , but this hunger , it isn’t you  
❛  we are the same .    
 some days i don’t know if i am wrong or right  
❛  you can follow me .    
❛  some days I can’t even dress myself .   
❛  why are you shaking your head ?   
❛  i’m all out of breath .
❛  your mind is playing tricks on you , my dear . 
     
❛  i am a killer .  
❛  i take off my face because it reminds me how it all went wrong .  
❛  darker days are raining over me .  
❛  my blood runs red but my body feels so cold .    
❛  i am the storm .  
❛  please look away , don’t look at me .  
❛  i heard them calling in the distance .  
❛  i am sorry for the trouble , i suppose .  
❛  i need nothing .   
❛  i know that it’s a waste of time , chasing in the dark .  
❛  you’re cold against the skin .  
❛  & i run , i run , i run .  
❛  the way you held me so tight … all through the night …  
❛  you & i will not be shaken !  
❛  stop , i will take control .  
❛  you scream , you scratch , you bite .  
❛  the books that i keep by my bed are full of your stories .  
❛  i’ll meet your eyes for the very first time , for the very last .  
❛  let go , lay to rest .  
❛  maybe i’m a bad , bad , bad , bad person . well , baby , i know .  
❛  these fingertips will never run through your skin .  
 i will lead you through this wonderland .
❛  water up to my knees , but sharks are swimming in the sea .
❛  ignore all those big warning signs .
❛  you have scars & some scratches . it makes me wonder about your past .
❛  the light is blinding my eyes .
❛  i push you away , although I wish you could stay .
❛  i’m never ready .
❛  time won’t let me show what i want to show .
❛  all eyes on me .
❛  i spend my night dancing with my own shadow .
❛  i packed my things & ran .

a list of  Facts™ about Lego Joker:
(that some people seem to have forgotten)
  • A little chubby, ranging from stocky with a straight figure to ROUND like a friend “too much flab, not enough ab”
  • surprisingly strong tho???
  • Probably snorts when he finds something genuinely funny
  • If a gay hipster, a ringmaster, and a clown had a baby, it’d be him
  • considers annoying pop music “funky beats”
  • Not really yandere, just wants to be recognized as batman’s MIV (Most Important Villian) 
  • loves his girl buddy Harley and treats her with respect 
  • Attempts to keep a level head by doing yoga and tai chi
  • Face isn’t stuck in a perpetual smile; has a very wide range of expressions
  • Often looks tired, bags under eyes, creases on his forehead when displeased
  • Looks cute, but not young
  • Has the ability to look convincingly menacing
  • extremely Smart and clever but still can’t put 2 and 2 together sometimes
  • sharp,Yellow, teefs
  • Makeup a little messy, but not too messy, pays more attention to his hair
  • Has tattoos on his arm because he thinks they’re pretty
  • um, trans?
  • like’s rubber chickens and bombs more than knives
  • doesn’t want rivers to run red with batman’s blood, just wants him to grovel at his feet
  • at least an inch or two shorter than batman
  • #DRAMA
  • theater kid
  • carrys a comb in his pocket to keep his hair neat 
say you love me

summary:

you’re a doctor who finds bucky in an alley way, bleeding out. you help him, and get way more than you ever asked for. (based on this request.)

word count: 5.7K

pairing: bucky x reader

warnings: angst, fluff, open ending, bad writing

a/n: listen, i dont think this is good but i hope this is what ya wanted. there’s no smut in this, sorry my dudes :/ i left this ending kind of open and abrupt, so if y’all want a second part, i can write it. 

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RUN - 방탄소년단 (BTS) Vocabulary

  • 태양 - sun
  • 세상에 - in the world
  • 자꾸 - continues to/always 
  • 목말라 - thirsty
  • 늦었어 - late
  • 너 없이 살 순 없어 - I can’t live without you
  • 가지 - branch 
  • 힘껏 - amain
  • 뻗어 > 뻗다 - to stretch
  • 꿈 - dream
  • 그냥 - just
  • 사랑에 미친 - crazy in love 멍청이 - idiot
  • 더 뛰게 해줘 - let me run
  • 발 - feet
  • 상처 - scar/wound 
  • 가득해 - full of
  • 멈출 수가 없어 - can’t stop
  • 어쩔 수가 없어 - can’t help it
  • 어차피 - anyway/anyhow
  • 이것밖에 - only this
  • 넘어져도 > 넘어지다 - even if i fall down 
  • 괜찮아 - it’s okay
  • 다쳐도 > 다치다 - even if i get hurt
  • 족해 - enough
  • 바보 같은 - stupid/foolish
  • 운명 - fate
  • 나를 욕해 - curses at me
  • 나 더는 분간 못해 - I don’t know anymore. 
  • 발가벗은 - bare/naked
  • 사랑 - love
  • 태풍 - typhoon 바람 - wind
  • 내 심장과 함께 - with my heart
  • 추억들 - memories 
  • 마른 - dry 
  • 꽃잎 - flower petals
  • 산산이 부서져가 - crushed to pieces
  • 마치 - like/similar to
  • 나비 - butterfly 
  • 헤매듯 > 헤매다 - to wander around
  • 너의 흔적 - your steps
  • 따라가 > 따라다 - to follow
  • 길 - road/path 알려줘 - let me know = guide me
  • 숨쉬 - breath

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The Tale of The Night Court

Summary: “There’s a tale in the city of Velaris, The Tale of the Night Court. The book tells the history of a man who is cursed by a witch, his soulmate will always die before she can say the three famous words do him. The tale says that the man is still trying to find the curse break and is always waiting his soulmate reborn. Feyre doesn’t believe the tale, but maybe a mysterious man can change her mind.” MODERN AU!+SOULMATE AU!

A/N: It’s me again with another oneshot for you guys, this one is really special. I’m still looking for a beta and English is not my native language ;) Hope you guys enjoy it!


“The male ran fast. Every step he took was a step to the truth that he had to deal with it for centuries. He was trying to have hope, have strength to see himself alone again and lost in the world. The big halfway made him whisper a curse to himself.

Why he had to had a house so big?

The red tick blood was running from the bedroom and the air in his longs were gone, his eyes filled with tears not believing that he was late… Again. Like he was for centuries, never being able to stop the curse.

“Darling?” He whispered so quiet that he barely heard his voice, he took a deep breath before entering their room. 

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i can’t be the only one that was like, “even, it’s just a nosebleed you dont need to go to the doctor he’s okay” but i’ve thought a bit about it! here’s cool thing ive learned through past sfx makeup research (props to the skam makeup department for this!!): we are led to believe that isak has been hit a mere moment before sana came outside, right? look at his face! he’s already bruising and swelling up in his cheek and around his mouth. that would take a HARD HIT. this isn’t so much about the blood, because nose and head injuries bleed pretty superficially, but he is already bruising badly, it’s already purple and has red lines running through it, and thats from blood pooling under the skin because of burst capillaries. the swelling comes with that but he’s already swollen around his mouth and he just looks pretty out of it. this may be due to shock, but he’s not speaking or yelling or fighting back; he’s just looking at his hand, not even touching the actual spot where he’s been hit. i suspect that he’s not only bleeding from his nose (because had he really been hit bad he would probably still be bleeding) but from his mouth and cheek as well, which accounts for the swelling. so, back to the point from earlier, isak could very well have a mild concussion along with the injuries we can see, so it makes sense that they went to the ER. (also, if he does have a mild concussion, the hiatus was timed well because when we come back he’ll have finished recovering and be back in action) this stuff probably wont be adressed because hiatus and all but yeah i thought it was interesting and MAJOR props to the makeup department (and tarjei) for not just putting some fake blood on. what i’m sort of confused on though is that he has probably been hit more than once, if he’s both bruising on his cheek and he has a nose bleed AND from the set pictures people have leaked he has a black eye too. i want answers haha (also im not an expert so some of my knowledge might be off im sorry if it is)

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an bean sidhe

the banshee may be found washing human heads and limbs, or bloodstained clothing, until the water runs red with human blood. the spirit may also be found keening and wailing, foretelling the death of a member of one of the great Irish families. 

Wait, You’re Not Together?

In which everyone sees the way they act around each other

Kara still claims they’re “just friends” and “it’s how friends act around each other”

Also on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10521051


Kara furrows her brows as she reads the text one more time.

Because after months (twelve months and thirteen days to be exact), Cat Grant (Ms. Grant) showed a sign that she’s alive, well and is, in fact, up to date on what’s happening in National City.

It’s a simple message, three lines, and Kara surely reads it at least four times and she still doesn’t get it:

10:25am – [received from Ms. Grant] – Just read your last article on L-Corp and Lena Luthor. I hope she treats you well.

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Drogon is Lightbringer.

Here are some clues I found showing Drogon being described as Lightbringer.  I think it’s also possible that a important sword (maybe made out of dragonglass or even the sword Dawn) can play a role in killing the Night’s King, however, Drogon is probably what the prophecy was referring to.

First, let’s look at the Qarthian origin story of dragons From AGOT:

“He told me the moon was an egg, Khaleesi,” the Lysene girl said. “Once there were two moons in the sky, but one wandered too close to the sun and cracked from the heat. A thousand thousand dragons poured forth, and drank the fire of the sun. That is why dragons breathe flame. One day the other moon will kiss the sun too, and then it will crack and the dragons will return.“

Compare that to the story of how AAR forged Lightbringer:

“The third time, with a heavy heart, for he knew before hand what he must do to finish the blade, he worked for a hundred days and nights until it was finished. This time, he called for his wife, Nissa Nissa, and asked her to bare her breast. He drove his sword into her breast, her soul combining with the steel of the sword, creating Lightbringer, while her cry of anguish and ecstasy left a crack across the face of the moon.”

And now let’s compare that to the birth of Dany’s dragons:

She heard a crack, the sound of shattering stone. The platform of wood and brush and grass began to shift and collapse in upon itself. Bits of burning wood slid down at her, and Dany was showered with ash and cinders. And something else came crashing down, bouncing and rolling, to land at her feet; a chunk of curved rock, pale and veined with gold, broken and smoking. The roaring filled the world, yet dimly through the firefall Dany heard women shriek and children cry out in wonder.

Only death can pay for life.

And there came a second crack, loud and sharp as thunder, and the smoke stirred and whirled around her and the pyre shifted, the logs exploding as the fire touched their secret hearts. She heard the screams of frightened horses, and the voices of the Dothraki raised in shouts of fear and terror, and Ser Jorah calling her name and cursing. No, she wanted to shout to him, no, my good knight, do not fear for me. The fire is mine. I am Daenerys Stormborn, daughter of dragons, bride of dragons, mother of dragons, don’t you see? Don’t you SEE? With a belch of flame and smoke that reached thirty feet into the sky, the pyre collapsed and came down around her. Unafraid, Dany stepped forward into the firestorm, calling to her children.

The third crack was as loud and sharp as the breaking of the world.

This is very specific wording used by GRRM. The cracking of the moon or the eggs is what ties in the birth of the dragons with the creation of Lightbringer. Also note the smoke is whirling around Dany, i.e. born among smoke and salt (Dothraki sea).


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Here are some interesting quotes regarding the comet:

“The Dothraki named the comet shierak qiya, the Bleeding Star. The old men muttered that it omened ill, but Daenerys Targaryen had seen it first on the night she had burned Khal Drogo, the night her dragons had awakened. It is the herald of my coming, she told herself as she gazed up into the night sky with wonder in her heart. The gods have sent it to show me the way. “


“As the handmaids toweled her dry and wrapped her in a sandsilk robe, Dany’s thoughts went to the three who had sought her out in the City of Bones. The Bleeding Star led me to Qarth for a purpose. Here I will find what I need, if I have the strength to take what is offered, and the wisdom to avoid the traps and snares. If the gods mean for me to conquer, they will provide, they will send me a sign, and if not … if not … “

From Dany’s fevered dream as she miscarries Rhaego, we see the imagery of the burning heart, but instead of her husband, it is her child:

“…She could feel the heat inside her, a terrible burning in her womb. Her son was tall and proud, with Drogo’s copper skin and her own silver-gold hair, violet eyes shaped like almonds. And he smiled for her and began to lift his hand toward hers, but when he opened his mouth the fire poured out. She saw his heart burning through his chest, and in an instant he was gone, consumed like a moth by a candle, turned to ash. She wept for her child, the promise of a sweet mouth on her breast, but her tears turned to steam as they touched her skin….”

Melissandre when reciting the prophecy of Azor Ahai refers to Lightbringer as a burning sword:

“In ancient books of Asshai it is written that there will come a day after a long summer when the stars bleed and the cold breath of darkness falls heavy on the world. In this dread hour a warrior shall draw from the fire a burning sword. And that sword shall be Lightbringer, the Red Sword of Heroes, and he who clasps it shall be Azor Ahai come again, and the darkness shall flee before him.”

Now let’s look at how Xaro Xhoan Daxos refers to the dragons in ADWD:

“When your dragons were small they were a wonder. Grown, they are death and devastation,  a flaming sword above the world.

Finally, we have this very interesting passage from one of Jon’s ADWD chapter, he’s reading a passage Maester Aemon marked for him in the Jade Compendium:

“I looked at that book Maester Aemon left me. The Jade Compendium. The pages that told of Azor Ahai. Lightbringer was his sword. Tempered with his wife’s blood if Votar can be believed. Thereafter Lightbringer was never cold to the touch, but warm as Nissa Nissa had been warm. In battle the blade burned fiery hot. Once Azor Ahai fought a monster. When he thrust the sword through the belly of the beast, its blood began to boil. Smoke and steam poured from its mouth, its eyes melted and dribbled down its cheeks, and its body burst into flame.” Clydas blinked. “A sword that makes its own heat …” “… would be a fine thing on the Wall.”

Now compare that to Dany’s description of what happened to Kraznys mo Nakloz during the sack of Astapor:

“There is a reason. A dragon is no slave.” And Dany swept the lash down as hard as she could across the slaver’s face. Kraznys screamed and staggered back, the blood running red down his cheeks into his perfumed beard. The harpy’s fingers had torn his features half to pieces with one slash, but she did not pause to contemplate the ruin. “Drogon,” she sang out loudly, sweetly, all her fear forgotten. “Dracarys.” The black dragon spread his wings and roared. A lance of swirling dark flame took Kraznys full in the face. His eyes melted and ran down his cheeks, and the oil in his hair and beard burst so fiercely into fire that for an instant the slaver wore a burning crown twice as tall as his head.”

These quotes from the books show a connection to not only what Lightbringer is but what it can do. All these quotes have been left for us the reader throughout the series, All the way at the beginning of AGOT to almost the end of ADWD.

ETA:
Dany herself is referred to as light, a few times throughout the series.

From Daenerys III ACOK, Xaro says this to Dany:

“Marry me, bright light and sail the ships of my heart”

Daenerys IV, The House of the Undying:

“ They were reaching for her, touching her, tugging at her cloak, the hem of her skirt, her foot, her leg, her breast. They wanted her, needed her, the fire, the life, and Dany gasped and opened her arms to give herself to them …”

An interesting note to the Light and Life describe within Dany. In Spanish when we say a woman has given birth we say “dar a luz” which literally translate “to give light” or “to bring light  [into the world]”. The opposite of what the death the Others bring with them is LIFE. Who better to bring life to give life than a Mother.