well... panther

anonymous asked:

Can you do the phantom thieves react to accidentally hurting (like a shadow brainwashed them) their S/O and they ended up getting a scar because of this? thanks i really love your blog, you're amazing

Woo boy, get ready for some angst kiddos. LMAO Thank you so much for gracing my blog with your compliments!!

Note: I didn’t add Futaba because I couldn’t think of anything. ;_; But once I do, I’ll add her!

WARNING: blood and graphic violence ahead. Please read at your own discretion.


Akira:

  • S/O could discern by the maniac gleam in his eyes that the Joker they were so familiar with was no more.
  • A Shadow had brainwashed the leader of the Thieves, rendering him incapable of conscious thought or action; he was now a mere puppet dancing to the tune of the Shadow.
  • Joker flashed S/O a malicious leer as he slowly approached them with a menacing aura. 
  • “I’m going to rip you apart, starting with that pretty face of yours,” Joker threatened, licking his lips as he procured his dagger.
  • S/O felt their pulse quicken, and their eyes flitted to the brandished dagger that Joker flipped with ease.
  • They should have known it was only a distraction.
  • “Keep your eyes on me, love!” he chuckled as he slashed at S/O, and the sharp blade of the dagger sliced through S/O’s cheek.
  • They cried out from the searing pain and their hand whipped up to their face only to feel the warm, crimson liquid oozing from their wound.
  • Joker launched a kick to their stomach, knocking the air out of S/O as they hit the ground with a thud.
  • He was on top of them in an instant, straddling them and subsequently dragging his tongue up his blade, staining the muscle with S/O’s blood.
  • Joker clicked his tongue with disappointment as he brought the blade to their jugular. “What a waste. I was hoping I’d get to play with you a bit more.”
  • Fortunately, one of the Thieves cast Energy Drop on Joker, and the amusement in his onyx eyes dissipated into despair from the realization of what he had done.
  • “No… I didn’t mean to. I… I’m so sorry.” His eyes grew slightly moist, and he clenched his jaw as he fumbled around in his pockets for medical supplies. “Here, take this.” 
  • Joker handed them a Life Stone and promptly stood up. “I’ll be back, love.” His voice darkened. “I have a score to settle.”
  • After the battle, Joker rushed to S/O’s side and cleaned up their wound. The gash was deep, thus scarring was inevitable. 
  • The fact that he was the reason they obtained a scar made his stomach churn, and all the apologies in the world couldn’t take it back. Even if S/O forgave him, he struggled to do it himself. 
  • Akira would never abandon them because of a scar, and he made sure to include it whenever he showered S/O with kisses. 
  • Akira’s method of atonement was doubling his affection, mostly due to the fact that he was grateful that S/O still wanted him, although there were some days when the guilt was too much to bear, especially when they had to conceal it for their daily life.


Ryuji:

  • The chilling chuckle that slipped past Skull’s lips caused S/O’s blood to run cold.
  • Their eyes surveyed the brainwashed boy, attempting to ascertain his next move.
  • He threateningly tapped his baseball bat on the palm of his gloved hand, his face adorned with a wicked grin.
  • “Kiss your sorry ass good-bye, baby,” Skull taunted, closing the distance between himself and S/O. “I’m not gonna go easy on ya.”
  • He swung the bat at them, and they just barely evaded it.
  • “Damn it, get a grip!” S/O growled, despite the fear that threatened to paralyze them.
  • The two briefly continued their scuffle until Skull inevitably overpowered S/O; he was far stronger when it came to physical strength
  • “Gotcha!” The bat collided with S/O’s abdomen, and the metal nails that were embedded on top dragged across S/O’s flesh, provoking a pained cry from them as the steel ripped their skin open.
  • They crashed to floor and winced upon impact; tears waterfalled over their eyes as they clutched their injured stomach. It was a miracle they were still alive.
  • Skull’s figure stood over them, his chocolate eyes glinting with satisfaction as he raised his bat once more. The tone in his voice was mocking as he proclaimed, “This is prolly gonna hurt.”
  • S/O sealed their eyelids shut and braced themself for impact, but it never occurred.
  • When they reopened their eyes, the bat was an inch within their face, and the look on Skull’s face was one of horror.
  • “No way… did I do this? Oh god…” He dropped to his knees next to them and quelled the urge to vomit from the amount of hatred that boiled within him; S/O was the priority right now.
  • Skull muttered panicked apologies as he frantically searched his garb for bandages. Once he found them, he seated S/O up and wound the gauze around them.
  • Their grunt of pain caused another slur of apologies to resound from Skull.
  • He couldn’t look S/O in the eye post battle; he was too preoccupied with silently cursing himself for being a monster that dilapidated everything he touched and loved.
  • Ryuji had considered breaking up with them to prevent himself from injuring them ever again; however, once he confessed this to Akira, the bespectacled boy scolded him and coaxed him to take responsibilty if he felt so guilty.
  • His words were harsh yet correct, thus Ryuji heeded his advice and confronted S/O, his voice quivering as he stammered out condolences.
  • He always embraced them around their waist, and if S/O ever felt insecure about wearing a crop top or a swimsuit that displayed their scar, he would tenderly encourage them to do so, stating that they would look wonderful regardless of what they decide to wear.
  • S/O attempted to disguise their self-consciousness on his behalf, but he was all too aware and it ate at him every time the thought invaded his mind.


Ann:

  • The particular foe the Thieves were dueling had an affinity for casting ailments.
  • S/O had become a victim of paralysis, rendering them easy prey for the newly brainwashed Panther.
  • “I wonder how long you’ll last,” she giggled cattily. “Don’t let me down, okay?”
  • A swift yet powerful kick sent an immobilized S/O toppling to the floor.
  • The crack of a whip echoed throughout the chamber, and S/O’s eyes widened with terror; they understood clearly what fate was awaiting them.
  • Panther cackled; she likely felt the suspense wafting in the air. “Aw, don’t look so stiff. Maybe you should loosen up.”
  • The harsh leather of the whip combined with the blade that was fastened to the end immediately broke the skin on S/O’s back, and they emitted a blood-curdling scream as Panther relentlessly shredded the flesh on their back. 
  • “Yes! Squeal louder,” she commanded, digging her heel through the open wounds on S/O’s back.
  • Their consciousness was slipping away, and Panther ceased her torture right when they were about to close their eyes. 
  • “Oh my god,” she sobbed weakly. “S/O, god, I’m so sorry that I… y-you’re gonna be fine, you’re gonna be okay. I’ll heal you, okay?”
  • S/O’s pain numbed temporarily, and they hadn’t even noticed that they were liberated from the invisible chains of paralysis until Panther uplifted them to wrap bandages around their torso.
  • She hastily kissed their cheek and rejoined the fray, dishing out thrice as much damage to the Shadow than before.
  • Panther was uncharacteristically quiet on the journey back to reality. No words could properly compensate for her unforgivable deed. 
  • Ann mustered the widest smile on her face in S/O’s presence, but when she was isolated in her room, she would curl up in bed and weep, the image of S/O’s tattered and bloodied back flashing behind her wet eyes.


Yusuke:

  • Fox was entirely to agile and precise regarding combat; it was almost unfair, and S/O would have felt pity for his enemies had they not been deemed one themself at that moment.
  • Their normally composed boyfriend had been wiped from existence, only to be replaced by the malevolent individual gradually unsheathing his katana.
  • “I can hardly restrain myself with the desire to paint this chamber with your blood.” He chuckled sadistically as he trailed his tongue along the blade of the katana. “I’m certain the sight would be even more beautiful accompanied by your delicious screams.”
  • Fox suddenly became a blur as he dashed forward at S/O, and they barely managed to shield themself with their arms.
  • The edge of the blade redundantly and mercilessly nicked their arms until Fox’s sword pierced straight through one of their hands.
  • A guttural wail followed, and Fox vindictively smirked, relinquishing the blade as slowly as possible for the purpose of S/O feeling every millimeter of it scraping the surrounding flesh. 
  • Liquid leaked from S/O’s eyes, and the sound of their pain reverberated off the walls of the corridor. 
  • By the time Fox was healed of his ailment, his katana was still buried in S/O’s hand, and took tremendous effort to subdue the compulsion to flinch back.
  • “Oh god… what have I done?” 
  • Fox immediately attempted to relinquish the sword, and every yelp that bubbled out of S/O sent a shard of torment through his heart.
  • Once the blade was removed, Fox procured bandages and proceeded to patch up the injury.
  • “Please forgive me, god, please forgive me…” he chanted while clasping S/O’s hand and wiping away their tears.
  • Subsequent to that day, Yusuke would never fail to kiss S/O’s scarred hand every time they spent time together.
  • “You are as radiant as ever, my dear,” he complimented, provoking a blush to creep upon S/O’s cheeks.
  • However, despite their feeble attempts at hiding it, Yusuke noticed that S/O grasped their hand and winced if they engaged in arduous activity that required its use; even writing for an extended period of time resulted in electrifying pain coursing through their nerves.
  • Yusuke’s heart shattered every time he witnessed, yet he never averted his eyes; he vowed that he would never repeat that mistake again.


Makoto:

  • Being on the receiving end of Queen’s hostility was frightening indeed; her formidable ruby glare was sufficient enough to detain any opponent that dared to cross her.
  • S/O retreated a few paces and their alertness skyrocketed; Queen was not only commendable as far as sheer power, but she was nimble and quite sturdy as well.
  • “Queen, don’t do this,” S/O pleaded. “Come on, talk to me.”
  • The cracking of her knuckles nearly made S/O jump out of their skin. “I don’t believe words are needed for what I’m going to do to you.”
  • “Snap out of it! I’m on your side.”
  • Queen’s only response was a deadly chuckle. She charged at S/O, every swing of her fists concise and powerful.
  • The training that S/O received from her paid off; they dodged her vicious onslaught of attacks with ease.
  • Queen suddenly halted mid-swing, and a confused expression blanketed her face. “…S/O? What’s going on?”
  • S/O sighed with relief; the fight was taking its toll on them, and their muscles quivered with exhaustion. “Queen, thank goodness.”
  • They approached coffee-haired girl, and their heart palpitated when Queen flashed them a vehement grin.
  • S/O wasn’t quick enough to defend themself Queen’s hook, and the wallop rammed against their temple. They saw stars as they impacted the cold, hard surface of the ground.
  • S/O could have perished from such a keen strike; luckily, the Metaverse bent the laws of reality and allotted numerous exceptions; however, death could not be nullified, and fatal damage was certainly existent.
  • Queen crouched down and prepared to launch a fist directly into S/O’s nose, a blow that would surely be lethal.
  • “How stupid of y… huh?” Queen blinked a few times as her mind returned to its stabilized condition.
  • “Queen…” S/O flimsily uttered. The headache that ensued was splitting, and the vicinity was spinning around them.
  • “Did I do this to you?” she gasped, delicately brushing her fingers across the open wound adjacent to S/O’s eyebrow. The gesture elicited a whimper from them, and Queen timidly jerked her hand back. “I-I’m so sorry! I’ll heal you immediately.”
  • Self-deprecating thoughts permeated Queen’s mind, most of them pertaining to how useless and stupid she considered herself.
  • Upon returning to reality, Makoto buried herself in work when she wasn’t with S/O to redress her incompetence. 
  • The jagged scar on S/O’s face served as a reminder of that.


Haru:

  • Noir retained the ability to recover from ailments speedily; unfortunately, that moment arrived too late for S/O, and they reaped the consequences.
  • Her psychotic leer widened as she turned her gaze upon S/O.
  • Her ax glistened under the dim light of Mementos; S/O could faintly see their petrified reflection peering back at them.
  • “Don’t look so grim, my dear. I’ll try to be gentle when I chop you to bits,” Noir snickered morbidly.
  • The clacking of her onyx heels against the pavement provoked S/O to tremble. “This isn’t like you. You’re a part of our team, remember?”
  • The strawberry-blonde musketeer ignored them and gradually strutted within their proximity.
  • A single encounter with that sharpened ax would ultimately lead to S/O’s demise, thus they remained vigilant of any trace of action.
  • What Noir lacked in fleet-footedness was compensated for raw force, and she was merciless when she executed her foes.
  • The thief incessantly swished her weapon at S/O, and they could feel the wind from it as it barely grazed them.
  • They underestimated its reach and they were hastily overwhelmed, resulting in their literal downfall.
  • S/O desperately strived to crawl away from the impending attack; however, Noir’s ax shimmered as she elevated it.
  • “Be a dear and hold this for me.” The metallic edge of the weapon split the meaty part of S/O’s thigh, and a gargled shriek was exuded from their throat.
  • However, Noir’s cocoa eyes glazed over and she regained consciousness once more right upon impacting their thigh. A sole gloved hand whipped up to her mouth at the gruesome spectacle, simultaneously gasping with tears in her eyes. “S/O… I’m…”
  • She shook her head and forced an expression of determination, alas, her quivering voice revealed her uneasiness. “I-I’m going to help you, okay? Here, bite down on this. I’ll… try to be quick.”
  • Noir folded and placed her cravat in S/O’s mouth while she spoke. Now wasn’t the time for panic, not when S/O was suffering.
  • She counted down to one and unfettered the ax from their thigh, and their jaw clamped down on the fabric encased in their mouth muffled their bellow.
  • “I-I’m sorry,” Noir stammered, “but I need to stitch you up.”
  • Milady provided a numbing spell, and Noir procured a petite sewing kit since she usually carried it with her to occupy herself in the Mona car.
  • S/O’s consciousness was subsiding from the aching in their leg, and Noir stuttered out condolences or words of mediation.
  • Once the stitching was finished, Noir assisted S/O while returning to the car, and she was speechless during the ride back home. 
  • Surprisingly, Haru’s determined spirit wasn’t tarnished, and she was infinitely more adamant to bear the responsibilty of S/O’s injury; therefore, she utilized her abundance of resources and ensured their recovery.
  • She wasn’t immune to shame, though, and she apologized whenever she glanced upon the scar left from her recurring lack of control.

anonymous asked:

Can you describe Aqours within 1 gif?

Ooh, this is a really good ask! But…the 2D Aqours characters, or the 3D Aqours seiyuu? :3c Big difference there.

Might as well make a gif for each of them then!

The Aqours characters

The Aqours seiyuu

marblelove  asked:

Oh my goodness!๐Ÿ˜ข Don't get me started on Narti.๐Ÿ˜ She was awesome as well! That mind control ability ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘ Potential wasted!

anonymous asked:

Ok i know its just fanfic and youre not obligated to take criticism but.... Holy shit youre dragging CAM out unbearably. Like i love this fic but its Been WEEKS of waiting for 1 thing to happen and every time u update and its like "FLASHBACK 5 YEARS heres a whole chapter on something boring and pointless" i just groan. Theres a line between tension building cliffhangers and literally just boring the fuck out of the reader after waiting weeks for it. Every week i wonder why i was excited

hey man. for one thing, there’s a definite difference between constructive criticism and downright anon hate, and this is certainly on the line. to call my work boring and pointless isn’t constructive [though it certainly is criticism, ya got me there!] and is just plain rude. you have no obligation to read my fic, much less to make yourself excited for it when you already, as you said yourself, know it’s going to be boring and pointless ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

however, there is a point to it all! [imagine that!]

in case you haven’t noticed, maybe you missed it, almost each boring and pointless flashback chapter reveals something that either comes back into play or clears up something that you didn’t quite know yet. this boring and pointless chapter showed phil’s original motivation for becoming the raven, his first irl confrontation with the panther, and just more of what the panther has acted like as a villain. still, each of my chapters are relatively short, and almost none of the flashback chapters are longer than 3k, because i know that that’s not what’s happening presently, not what’s leaving everyone hyped and wondering what’ll happen next chapter. ideally, when someone reads this fic in its completion, they’ll recognize that each of these chapters are maybe 10 or 15 minutes of total reading time.

anyway, i hope you have a fantastic day anon! don’t feel obligated to read the next boring and pointless chapter :)

MASTERLIST

Bucky x T’Challa

backpack, backpack (t’challa rips bucky’s backpack in two. once he reads the notes that fly out, he won’t fight him. he can’t.) [on AO3]

sparring, cuddles, dinner

sex in a kitchen 

t’challa wants buck to call him daddy 

what you deserve (bucky has a crush, only steve can see it) [on AO3]

bucky and t’challa babysit cassie lang

they claim they aren’t dating, but sam and steve catch them out for dinner

t’challa brings buck to wakanda for a visit 

trying out a new toy

bucky catches t’challa singing in the shower

bucky tries to learn wakandan

bucky is overprotective of t’challa during missions

t’challa gets a text from bucky during a meeting

glass windows, steel blues (t’challa is the ceo of a fortune 500 company. bucky is his new assistant.) [on AO3]

t’challa braids bucky’s hair

soulmate au

bucky and t’challa fight over who gets to ask who out first

t’challa and bucky meet their son

sometimes t’challa just needs to take it

t’challa discovers that bucky is ticklish 

bucky befriends the dora milage

coffee shop au

bucky and t’challa meet their son

t’challa purrs

t’challa talks to bucky while he’s in cryro. bucky hears every word

worthy(bucky doesn’t believe he’s good enough for t’challa, who proves him wrong) [on AO3]

bucky and t’challa try to get their son to walk. uncle steve helps

domesticity 

sleeping bucky 

t’challa headcanons

high school au

honeymoon headcanons

bucky shows t’challa the lion king

nat and steve give t’challa the shovel talk

bucky is very messy, it annoys t’challa. a lot. 

bucky gets his wisdom teeth out 

warmth(bucky and t’challa like to spar. bucky likes to let him win) [on AO3]

cat au

Bucky x Steve x T’Challa

steve and bucky like t’challa. a lot. 

steve and bucky struggle with the washer and dryer