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Saint Is A Sinner Too

Chapter 1: I’m Comin’ Home, But I Ain’t Comin’ Home For You

Pairing: Isabella Moretti (OFC) x Mob Boss Negan 

Warnings: None.

A/N: For the sake of backstory and setting up my storyline good ol’ Neegs won’t make his appearance until Chapter 3.


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Ok so quick version:

>Krys was fighting with mysterious creature
>Creature kicked his ass
>But Krys never gives up
>When he was barely standing on his feet, creature suddenly started changing it’s form
>SURPRISE SURPRISE IT WAS LUCIEN (they thought he was dead when they felt into an ambush and couldn’t find his body after fight)

@drawfee give me more bad jrpg and those two. I need it.

Grouptale Theory

Okay, so say we’re going with the idea that Grouptale is with bunch of teenagers who have turned the stories of Mt. Ebott into some urban legend.
It starts with a dare.
“I bet you losers couldn’t last a night on Mt. Ebott!”
“Yeah, you chickens are just too scared.” Teal and Orange (the populars) say to the small group of five (the nerds).
“We’ll stay up there three nights if you do too.” Frisk replies. “Right guys?” They say, looking to the other four. They nod, with some reluctance. So that Friday, all seven of them climb the mountain with their camping gear.
The first night goes by fine, except for a squabble between
Green and Teal about how food should be cooked. Orange and Yellow get along better than anyone had expected, and that seemed to make things easier.
It’s the next day when things go wrong. Everyone’s hiking -Purple suggested it and Frisk encouraged everyone to come along- when Teal trips and screams. Orange runs up to find a large hole.
“TEAL?” He shouts. But nobody answered. “I’m going in.” Yellow tried to protest.
“We don’t know what’s down there, man.” But Orange ignored him, jumping down into the hole. Yellow rolls his eyes and starts carefully climbing down.
“W-where are you going?” Blue asks.
“I’m not going to leave them down there to die.” Yellow answers. “Now are you coming or not?” And with that they all followed him down.

thepoetspens  asked:

I'd love to hear more about Faeb as a character! I love seeing her in your gorgeous art and am curious about what she's like. What's her backstory? personality?

Yay! I love talking about her. :) Here’s an updated version of her overall story so far:

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60 Seconds (Part 6/10)

Summary: You’re part of the Avengers team, but that doesn’t mean you get treated the same by everyone. Your relationship with Bucky is playful, but as your past comes back to haunt you, things might change.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: ~2400 (WHOOPS -  told you longer chapters were coming)

Warnings: ANGST. Mentions of blood/injury, murder, & torture (not detailed, but it’s explained what was done to the character). And as always, language. 

A/N: Yay for flashbacks! Yay for backstory! (Seriously, this entire part is all backstory/flashback). Hope it’s still enjoyable! :D

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Burgerbrug, Netherlands, 2 years ago

When your phone rang, you knew that something had gone wrong.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Y/N. It’s raining outside, so I would wear your rain boots,” your father’s voice came through the speaker. He sounded tired, and hurt. The call ended immediately after he finished speaking.

You bolted toward the front door, tossing on your hoodie and grabbing your backpack. Running over to your neighbor’s barn, you opened the door, revealing the truck parked inside. You started it up, and the moment it did you were accelerating out of the barn.

“Please be okay, please be okay,” you repeated to yourself. You were used to your parents coming back a bit scuffed up, practically growing up always seeing at least one of them with some sort of bruise or bandage. But if this mission had gotten out of hand to the point where you had to evacuate, you knew things were bad. You zipped open the backpack, pulling out the gun, tucking it into your waistband. Your mother always taught you to be prepared.

Your heartbeat did not slow, even when you pulled into the town, parking the truck in front of the bakery. You pulled up the hood on your jacket, and walked inside the bakery.

“Wonderful weather, isn’t it?” the man at the counter asked you as you stepped up.

“I decided to wear my rainboots, just in case,” you replied. The man’s smile faded, and the partition opened, and you stepped inside, practically running to the back room.

Your heartbeat did not slow, even when you reached the back room and knocked four times. You only calmed when the door opened, revealing your mother.

“Are you okay?” you asked her as you stepped inside. Your mother locked the door behind her, and pulled you into a hug.

“Zoet,” she sighed. “I’m glad you’re safe. I’m okay. Your father’s been shot.”

You pulled out of your mother’s embrace, walking over to your father, who was sitting in a chair, his hand pressed tightly to his shoulder.

“Papa,” you said in relief. “How could you let yourself get shot? I thought you were faster than lightning.”

“Not today, it seems,” your father joked. “I’ll be all right. But we need to move. They’re after us – the files.”

“We barely got out of there. The only reason we did is we put an electrical grid behind us that delayed them for a few seconds,” your mother told you. “Just another time your father’s inventions have saved us.”

“Let’s not get in a situation where we need to have that happen again,” your father said, coming to a stand. “We need to leave.”

You nodded, and wrapped your arm around your father’s waist, letting your mother lead the way down into the tunnels. You walked for a while, supporting your father’s weight. He grew weaker as you progressed, the bandage only doing so much to stop the bleeding.

“How much further?” you asked.

“A mile. Hold on, Lucas,” your mother responded. You heard your father chuckle lightly.

“I’m not going to leave my girls,” he replied.

Eventually, you reached the exit to the tunnels. You helped your mother pry the cover off it, revealing the street above. Your mother went first, and the two of you helped push your father up, and then you came up the ladder, closing the cover again.

“What took you so long?” a familiar voice asked you. You looked up, seeing Q, an old friend of your parents. He was the one to bring you your escape vehicle, as well as your new paperwork and records.

“The usual complications,” your father responded. “Thank you, Q.”

Q waved a hand. “Anything for a friend.”

Before any of you could say anything, a shot rang out, and Q dropped to the ground, a bullet wound in the middle of his forehead.

“Get down!” your mother yelled, pushing you and your father to the floor. She reached into the truck, pulling out a rifle. You pulled out your pistol, and you made sure your father was armed, too.

“Which direction?” you asked.

“East,” your mother said. “Probably from the church roof. The shooter will have moved by now.”

You heard the squealing of tires pulling up to your location, and you knew there were multiple vehicles. This was going to be a shootout, and you knew this wouldn’t be easy.

         “Rebecca, Lucas, Y/N, we don’t wish to harm you,” you heard Kent shout. No doubt he was waiting for one of you to show yourself so he could shoot you. Or worse. “We just want those files. Give us those, and we’ll leave.”

         “You know you can’t open them without us,” your mother replied. “Don’t act like you aren’t going to kill us once you get them.”

         “Hmm. Well, you’re right, I will – but I won’t enjoy it as much as I normally would.”

         Gunfire rang out, and you took the shots you could. You were able to take out 3, and you noticed your mother took out 6. But more poured in, and you only had so much ammo.

         “Y/N,” your mother called out. She was leaning against the truck, by your father. She was clutching her arm, having been grazed by a bullet. “We’re not getting out of here.”

         You fired off the rest of your shots, and fell back down, looking at your parents. Your father was growing paler by the minute, and all three of you were tired.

         “Okay,” you said, dropping your gun. Your mother shook her head, and handed you the pistol your father had been holding.

         “No. You can still get out of here. Take the truck and leave. We’ll stay here. It’s us they really want. You know we won’t give them the info,” your mother told you. “Y/N, please, get out of here while you can. Stay safe, zoet.”

         “Mama, please. Don’t make me do this,” you said, tears welling up in your eyes. You knew this is what you had to do – HYDRA only would use you against your parents. It was foolish to stay behind and let them get the three of you.

         You slowly got into the truck, crouching down, looking up into the side mirrors to see what was going on. You knew you couldn’t get out now if you tried – they needed to thin out, first. You watched as your mother surrendered to them, and was grabbed and forced to the ground. Your father was dragged out, and both of them were roughly shoved into an armored vehicle.

         “Where are you, Y/N?” Kent called out. “Don’t think that we don’t have a use for you.”

         You watched as one of the goons approached the truck you were in, the others searching the remaining vehicles in the area. You waited until the HYDRA agent was just to the passenger window before kicking it out and kicking him in the process.

         Starting the truck, you threw it into drive and started speeding away. But an armored vehicle sped into your path, and you swerved to avoid it. Unfortunately, you couldn’t change direction in time to avoid the other car, and you crashed into it. You tried to pull away, but the door was ripped open, and you were dragged in front of Kent.

         “Y/N,” Kent sighed. “I do wish you wouldn’t struggle.”

         “Fuck you,” you spat.

         “I’d learn to watch your mouth,” he replied, and knocked you out.


         When you woke up, your head was pounding, and it took your eyes a while to adjust to the darkness around you. You were tied down to a chair, and confined in a cell. You immediately noticed it wasn’t electronic, so that meant a power surge wouldn’t help you. It was either breaking the lock or finding the key. That was, if you were able to get out of the metal restraints you were in. It would mean breaking your wrist. But if that was what it would take, you’d do it.

         “Y/N?” you heard faintly. You looked to your right, seeing your mother in the cell next to you. She was on the ground, her face swollen, her body bruised and bleeding.

         “Mama?” you gasped. “What… what did they do to you?”

         “I’m all right, zoet,” your mother wheezed out. “They come every 6 hours. But now that you’re awake, they may come again.”

         “Where’s papa?”

         Your mother was silent for a moment. “I… I think he is still downstairs. Being patched up so that they can hurt him more.”

         “We’ll get out of here,” you told her. “They’ll send someone to rescue us.”

         “I wait for the day they try,” you heard Kent say. He was dragging in your father, a gun trained to his head. “But in the event they do come for you, I can’t have the three of you rescued at once. No, that would be too big of a victory for them, you see, and they’ll think I’ve gone soft. And I can’t have that.”

         Suddenly, the gun was pointed at your mother. You barely had time to open your mouth to scream when Kent pulled the trigger. Your father began fighting back, and Kent fired off one round into his stomach, the second into his throat. He stepped away, and your father’s body fell to the ground.

         “I’ll kill you!” you screamed. “You bastard!”

         Kent laughed, and stepped into your cell. You nearly vomited at the sight of your father’s blood on his collar.

         “Oh, Y/N,” he sighed. “I plan to kill you first.”


         You were tortured every day for 243 days. To varying degrees, of course, depending on who it was assigned to you. There were some who were easier, whom you could handle. Others were harder. But the worst was Kent. Because every time you saw him, you couldn’t help but see the bodies of your parents. You couldn’t help but replay the sounds of the gunshots that ended their lives 10 feet in front of you.

Kent needed you, that you knew. He couldn’t access the files he wanted without you alive. It was your insurance. No matter what he did to you, you knew he wouldn’t kill you. At least not until he got what he wanted.

         You didn’t relent. Not when you were punched, kicked, drowned, cut, electrocuted, burned, starved, force-fed, choked, or left in near-freezing water for as long as your body could stand. But as much as your body could take, your mind could only take so much. You became apathetic, distant. It was as if you were a passenger in your own body. It was how you had gone so long without giving him the info he was torturing you to receive.

         When it was an easier day, just your standard beating, you heard the alarm sound. Surely this was a dream. Besides, even if the alarm went off, that didn’t mean anything. It could be a test, or the arrival of a particularly dangerous individual, anything but a rescue for you. After all, if they had taken this long, why now?

         The HYDRA agent beating you continued his work, yelling for someone else to go investigate. It wasn’t long until you heard commotion outside the room you were being kept in. The agent paused only when the door slammed open, and a flying object came straight to his face, knocking him across the room.

         “Y/N L/N?” a man asked you. He was wearing a red, white, and blue uniform, and a helmet covered the top half of his face. Captain America was sent to rescue you? You had to remember that time had passed since you were captured, and he was probably involved in more missions now.

         You nodded slowly.

         “I’m here to get you out of here,” he said, running up behind you, easily snapping your restraints. “Can you walk?”

         “Yeah,” you replied, coming to a stand. But it turns out you were weaker than you thought, as when you took a step forward, you fell. You were caught before you hit the ground, however. Captain America retrieved his shield, placing it on his back before picking you up in his arms, beginning to run with you out of there. Gunshots rang out, and he moved back behind cover, setting you down.

         “Buck, I could use a little backup here,” you heard him radio in. Immediately after, you heard groans of pain and sounds of a fight.

         “I’m always looking after you, Steve,” you heard a voice say. Suddenly, there was another man in front of you, a face you also recognized – but for another reason.

         “You—” you began. You watched as the Winter Soldier rolled his eyes.

         “I don’t do that anymore. You missed out on some important stuff while you were here,” he replied. “I’m on their side, now. I’m Bucky, Y/N.”

         You opened your mouth to reply, but the world around you swirled as you felt the repercussions of standing for so long. Bucky picked you up easily, and once Captain America checked that the coast was clear, ran with you outside to the quinjet. You were placed on a stretcher, and immediately after the hatch closed, the quinjet took off.

         A man in a familiar red and gold armored suit stepped up to you, extending a hand.

         “Tony Stark, Iron Man.” he said. You reached over with your right wrist, despite the fact he was extending his right one, too.

         “Y/N, broken wrist,” you replied.

         He reached up, tapping the side of his glasses. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., scan Y/N here for injuries.”

         “Concussion, lacerations to her entire body, bruising of varying degree, 2nd degree burns, dislocated right shoulder, broken wrist, 3 broken ribs, torn ligaments in left knee, sprained left ankle. She is also malnourished and her vitals indicate a severe lack of sleep and extreme levels of stress,” a voice rang out.

         Tony let out a small cough. “Sorry. You’re a real tough cookie, kid.”

         “Where are we headed?” you asked.

         “New York,” you heard Captain America reply. “It’s where we have the best team of medical staff and supplies to help you. And it’s the safest. The man who kidnapped you is still out there. We can protect you back in New York. You’re with some of the most trained individuals, Y/N.”

         You nodded slowly. You knew that even if you had an entire army by your side, you would never feel truly safe until he was dead. Until you killed him.

anonymous asked:

How would Kirishima, Bakugou, and Shinsou feel if their so/crush wanted to become a vigilante in the future since they didn't get into hero course?

As a bit of a note here, I actually had to read Boku no Hero Academia: Illegals to really understand this request. And boy am I glad I did. It really fleshes out some of the characters and gives Aizawa a backstory (yay!). I honestly laughed so hard; the vigilantes are friends with Wolverine and Cyclops, Ciel Phantomhive is the bad guy (girl), and Midnight’s sidekicks are the Host Club! It also made me love Ingenium and it made his crippling hurt a lot more. 

As for this request, you may not like it. But I’m actually ok with that; this one is a matter of opinion and law theory of a fictional universe. I think it has a lot to do with one’s alignment, and in the BNHA universe, it’s often better to be lawful than good.

Kirishima: He likely would be apprehensive with his partner’s choice to become a vigilante. He likes the thought that they would want to help people, no matter what, but as a hero, he would have to arrest them if he ever caught them, and he doesn’t know how he would deal with that.

Bakugou: He flat out tells you that it’s a shitty idea. For all his profanity and his anti-hero personality, he’s actually very bound by the rules. He would tell his S/O that since they didn’t get into the hero course, they should find some other route to becoming a legitimate hero instead of associating with the troublemakers who called themselves “vigilantes”. He doesn’t want to see their name besmirched like that.

Shinsou: Would fall somewhere between Kirishima and Bakugou on his opinion of you becoming a vigilante. He didn’t make it into the hero course either, but Shinsou’s one to keep looking for an opening, to keep trying to find the right path. As someone with a quirk that is often seen as “villainous”, he knows how much appearances are worth, and he doesn’t want you to have to go through what he has by you ruining your appearance.

Every Fandom I'm In In A Nutshell
  • Undertale: Fun Murderous Family Bonding Time, I'm Sure Nothing Can Go Wrong~ oh shit SOMETHING WENT WRONG NOW IM SAD (OH BTW SANS SANS SANS SAAAAANNS *MEGALOVANIA BLASTS IN DISTANCE*)
  • Steven Universe: Somebody made too many gay rock OCs and now people are making MORE gay rock OCs. ALSO BACKSTORY YAY
  • Gravity Falls: You think YOUR summer was weird? (laugh track) Featuring Cryptids and Crying!
  • Be More Chill: it's better than drugs... ITS FROM JAPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN
  • Dear Evan Hansen: I hAVe cRIPPLinG DEprESSioN (and now im gonna sing about it as well as my fake dead boyfriend)
  • Star Wars: SPAAAAAAAAAACE (Its for Kids!)
  • 17776 Football: *computer noises & football cheering in outer space*
  • The Phandom: Two British bros, making vlogs together, two feet apart cuz they're not gay memelords
  • Night in the Woods: 20-year-olds going on a sweet nostalgia trip through their cute old town, oh and by the way there's a cult lurking around (in the background: FOOLISH MORTALS) (i see dead shapes)
  • Bendy and the Ink Machine: HAIL SATAN *UNHOLY INK GURGLING*
  • We Bare Bears: it's a smol happy bear family of bros it's nostalgic and cute 10/10 would bear again
  • Overwatch: *stares at computer screen* OOH-WEE ROBOTS, QUALITY GAMING RT THERE *inhales bag of Doritos*
  • Markiplier: Oh wow a new FNAF game came out- *SMASHES WINDOW* TIME FOR SOME MARKIMOO
  • Don't Hug Me I'm Scared: *rocks slowly in corner* green is not a creative color

AAAHHHHHHH, drawing with my non dominant hand is so frustratingggggggggggg ;; 

Also, I made a new unnamed oc without any backstory again. yay. PLS KILL ME 

Also, I was considering posting more shit here but… would anyone even like to see more of my art? I wasn’t posting much these days because of the lack of inspiration, time and laziness. I was even thinking about stopping postig here. I’m still not sure ;; What should I doooooo? ;-; Anyways, I also got two more drawings so I’ll just post them and they might be the last ones here lmao. 

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For Jaaide -- 40.“Who gave you that black eye?!”

This one’s a bit of a flashback, so no Theron. But hey, Jaaide backstory, yay. :D

“Emperor’s teeth, Jaaide, who gave you that black eye?!”

Jaaide winced and instinctively ducked her head at the other girl’s comment.  “Sithspit, is it that bad? I was hoping it wouldn’t be terribly noticeable.”

“Why, d’you have a date or something?” There was a teasing note underlying the words, but Jaaide didn’t smile.

“Or something,” she conceded. “My parents are planning to visit in the next couple days, and I’d hate for them to think Intelligence training is being hard on their ‘delicate blossom’.” She moved to the mirror and held back her hair so she could see. “Stars, that is bad. What do think, Kari? Could I hide it with makeup?”

Bedsprings squeaked as Kari stood and crossed the room to join her. “In a couple days, sure. But if they visit, say, tomorrow, you’re out of luck, my friend.” She squeezed Jaaide shoulder sympathetically. “But don’t think I missed the fact you haven’t answered my question. Who’s responsible for the shiner?”

“Erryn.” Jaaide sighed, gingerly feeling the bruised skin around her eye. “I still haven’t figured out how he reads me so well. When we run live drills instead of simulations, I can out-think and trick anyone else in my class. But not him. It’s as if he can read my mind or something…” She turned away from the mirror and plopped down on her bed.

“What if he is?” Kari suggested, perching on her own bed. “They only run random spot-checks for Force Sensitivity. There was a girl in Judah’s class they just found yesterday, Jaaide. Yesterday. She’s been here for months and they only found her yesterday. What if Erryn has just enough to give an edge, read minds and all that, but not enough to draw attention unless someone’s already suspicious and looking at him.”

Jaaide raised a skeptical eyebrow. “For starters, I’m not sure the Force works like that. Second, are you suggesting we start a rumor Erryn is Force Sensitive?”

Kari grinned. “You know me so well, roomie. It’s not as if it can hurt anything. If he is Force Sensitive, he belongs at the Sith Academy any way. And if he isn’t, that’ll be the end of it.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Jaaide conceded. “Seems a bit extreme for an accidental black eye, but you make a good point.” Something still felt wrong about it, but she couldn’t put her finger on why.

“Of course I do, I’m brilliant,” Kari deadpanned. “Now, let’s see what we can do about that eye.”

IT took a couple hours, and a few different shades of concealer, but between the two of them, they did work out some decent camouflage for the injury. Good enough to fool overprotective parents, anyway. 

Rabbit heart (Dance AU - Part 5)

I am sorry for a delay between chapters, but this one fought me tooth and nail. It’s dialogue-heavy and I always struggle with writing dialogues, so I hope it turned out alright. Ugh.

But we get Alec’s backstory. So yay?

Also, how the heck could I ever think I would be able to close this fic in three chapters? This was supposed to be a short story and it slowly turns out to be even longer than my Game of thrones AU, FFS.

Previous parts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

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The drive back to Alec’s home was quiet. Magnus got them a cab, since neither of them were in the mood for dealing with Friday afternoon subway rush. Thankfully, it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence and Alec dozed off during the ride, his head resting on Magnus’ shoulder.

Once they entered the apartment, Alec just sort of stood there, unsure what to do. He looked lost and seeing him like that broke Magnus’ heart.

“Do you want some tea?” Alec finally asked, placing his keys in the basket near the living room door. His movements seemed calculated, like he was trying to spend as little energy on moving as possible.

“I’ll do it.” Magnus placed a hand over the small of Alec’s back and gently pushed him towards the sofa. “You look just about ready to keel over. Sit down before you fall down.”

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