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The Witcher
Geralt x Reader
Siren’s lullaby - Summary: (Y/N) seeks the Witcher to help her capture the woman that shed the blood of her family. She may have the voice of an angel but her intentions are far from heavenly.
Warnings: Blood, violence, murder, torture, language, nudity, discrimination, abuse/assault your media consumption is your own responsibility, you have been warned 18+
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Satan’s Angel
Johnny Storm x WOC!Reader
Summary: She was hidden from the world at the age of 16 when something within her awoke. Something demonic. But she has her brother to hold onto when things start to get worse, because he’s there for her. Right?
warnings: language, blood, violence, mentions of medical problems. mentions of needles, abuse and torture. 18+
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masterlist I Chapter 1
Chapter 2
(Y/N)’s silhouette was outlined on the wall from the glow of the TV, a nature documentary had long replaced the season finale of some space series. But she’d lost interest a long time ago.
No, her eyes were focused on the moth flickering around the lamp on the desktop in the opposite corner from her bed. It’s determination to get out of the lamp shade brought the (E/C) eyes to it desperate figure. Such a small thing making so much noise. Trapped in its new cage.
Funny.
‘I stopped making noise a long time ago.’
Her thoughts echoed in the emptiness of her head, a head that was still making its way out of the fog it had been pushed into. But like always, her body was use to it. The constant battle from herself and those around her. Fighting a common enemy – her.
Turning her head to the side (Y/N) watched as the sun’s crest peak over the horizon, the sign that she has began a new day. The trees sparkled as the light reflected off the snow and ice, the birds sang a greeting to the world and their neighbours as they ruffled their feathers and spread their wings. (Y/N) watched and listened as the world around her started to awaken, but she had never fallen asleep.
After she awoke from the slumber Doctor Tempest put her under, her body was still feeling the weight of sleep, but her mind was alive. Quietly alive. Six day had passed as she slept in her bed, six days of doctors and nurses poking her body with needles, six days of the moon and sun each taking turns to watch the broken women slowly come back to consciousness. But unknown to her, not once in those six days did the infamous Victor Von-Doom come visit her. He was too preoccupied with his upcoming meeting with Reed Richards, a man that needed his ship to conduct an experiment. He didn’t know the full detail yet. That meeting would happen later today.
But not a single thought was on his sister throughout those six days, but he did visit the lab every so often to see if they made any progress with her tests. But like always nothing came back. So, he had the nurses lie to his (Y/N), he told them that if she ask, tell her what she wants to hear.
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The sun was bright, it calmed her. Soothed her. It was a saving grace after being stuck inside for so long.
“I have your fruit and yoghurt here, and the waffles are just being prepared as we speak,” a body sat itself down onto the chair opposite the women, their eyes watched as brown skin glowed in the sun’s warmth. Without a thought, a smile slithered its way onto the man face, wrinkles appeared around his green eyes as he watched the woman, he’d known for a long time to catch those rare moments of peace. His eyes left (Y/N) and travelled around the open space as he leant back against the woven chair. It had been a long time since he’d been outside with (Y/N); the sedative she was given helped her body freely heal itself without her tensing and drawing out the process. So, now she is likely to have a couple of weeks without another mishap. Maybe even a few months, but one never wishes too much.
“Do you know what Victor is doing today,” her eyes remained closed as she addressed the relax giant sitting opposite her, his frame dwarfed the chair he was sat in. He was practical a walking wall, but his personality didn’t even being to match his physique.
“Yeah, he’s got that meetin’ with Richards and Grimm,” Clinking could be heard and then a low ‘thank you’ and not long after the sweet smell of waffles engulfed (Y/N)’s senses. Inhaling deeply, she opened her eyes and was immediately met with the sight of physical heaven, not wasting any time she grabbed her fork and stabbed the fluffy circle.
“I know he didn’t come to see me; the nurses aren’t good liars.” The fork stopped just before it could enter his mouth, his lips twitched as he made eye contact with the woman in front of him. Gulping he set his food down and answered.
“Ha. How did you know?” the man seemed to shrink in on himself, the intensity of those (E/C) eyes made him wish he had just choked on his bacon.
“I don’t know I just kind of knew.” And with that (Y/N) began eating again. The sound of metal scraping against plates filled the cool air. No one spoke, eyes tracing the sky and birds.
“Give me your phone.” Her hand was stretched out towards the man, who had once again frozen in place with a sceptical look in his face. Slowly, as if he were going to scare a timid animal away, he reached for his phone and placed it into the awaiting hand. “You’re not going to call you brother, are you?”
“No.” And he knew by the look on her face that the conversation was paused. On his end that is. “Where is he now?” her eyebrow raised in question, like a child, the man in front of her looked anywhere but her eyes.
“Zion, please. I just want to get out of here. And you’re my bodyguard, so help guard me by letting me leave this fucking place.”
“What kind of backwards logic do you have rattalin’ inside that head of yours (Y/N)? I ain’t saying a thing,” the woman in question huffed out a laugh as she watched the man squirm in front of her. She looked down at the phone in her hand and started to enter the passcode, once she was through, she went through the motions of finding the desired contact.
“You know, your accent really comes through when you lie or are nervous. So please Zion, think about this or your donut privileges get taken when your wife finds out.” Her little threat was triumphant as Zion broke.
“He’s in New York, for the Richards meeting.” He was met with a ‘hum’ from (Y/N) as she brought the ringing phone to her ear. There was a moment of silence before Zion could see (Y/N) visibly perk up, some one answered the phone and he hoped it wasn’t her brother.
“Susan, hello. I need your help.”
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New York city.
She had done the exact opposite of what Victor had told her to do. She left his facility in the Alps and was currently on the rode to the launch site. She needed to experience something before it would all end. And when she had learned from Susan that Victor had gone through with Reed’s plan, she didn’t even think before she jumped at the chance to go to space.
Of all places Reed Richards wanted to go to it had to be space.
The past few day had been a blur, getting the semi-all clear from Doctor Tempest was a bit tricky because she had to convince him that she was going to be okay. That was lie number one. She then had to convince Susan that Victor would be happy to see her there, lie number two. And then, she had to convince herself that if she had the opportunity she wouldn’t jump out of the ship into the wide unknown and die. That was obviously lie number three.
But sat in the car, wind blowing through her locks, she knew deep down that this was meant to happen.
“I hope you know that he’s going to hate you. And that is not my problem.” Sluggishly turning her head to the side, (Y/N) watched as Zion clenched his jaw in irritation. The greys streaks in his bread shining in the sunlight, contrasting beautifully with his dark skin. (Y/N) savoured this moment, the sight of the father figure she had grown to love sat next to her, possibly for the last time.
“We both know you’ll make it your problem.” They both looked at each other for a split second, unspoken words captured and understood.
Before anyone could say anything, a shout in the distance made them both look ahead. They had arrived. The building loomed over them, a reminder of the power it held. People were scattering back and forth, going from one place to another.
A smile graced her face, she was really outside.
Her (E/C) eyes were scanning everything; it took some strength for her not to run from one thing to another. The way almost everything had changed made her excited to explore the new world but at the same time it finally made her realise how she really couldn’t experience everything through people’s hearsay or a TV screen. She had to be there, in the flesh to really see how the ocean sparkled under the suns caress, how the birds danced with each other in the swing of the wind. Or how a person’s eyes shined with love and adoration. She had to be there to experience the laughter of friends and family.
Running her fingers through her locks, she sighed as caught a quick reflection of herself.
“Great, one thing I didn’t miss was the wind fucking with my hair.” She frantically searched herself for a satin scrunchie but whined in frustration when she came up short.
‘I didn’t leave it at home, did I?’
Running her hand through messy locks, she grunted as she came to the realisation that her first interaction after four years of isolation will be with her hair looking like a birds nest. And this is why sometimes she hated having kinky hair.
A noise brought her out of her existential crisis, and when she turned around, she was met with a sight to behold. A gasp fell from her plump lips as she carefully took the satin scrunchie out of her saviours hold.
“Susan, I’m going to kiss you, just give me a minute.” Quickly tying up her fro, she wasted no time and flung herself into the awaiting arms of blonde woman. She reluctantly let go of Susan, her hold on her emotions was failing.
Blinking before any tears slipped out, she plastered a smile onto her face, “so a little birdy tells me things between you and my brother a kicking off. I am a little offended you didn’t tell me, yes. But we move.” Linking her arm with Susan’s, she let the blonde lead the way.
“I don’t think that is true, if you were offended, you’d have come down here sooner.” Laughter followed the pair as they made their way to their destination.
Finally, they reached their destination. A small room sparsely decorated held the two suits that they would both be wearing. (Y/N), let go of Susan and walked over to them.
“What is this, I don’t think this will fit me.” She nervously chuckled as she looked over her shoulder at Sue who was shaking her head at the baffled woman. Sue glided over to her and picked up her own suit.
“Victor designed them; the synthetics act as a second skin adapting to your body’s individual needs. So, it will fit honey.”
“Self-regulating molecules huh? Nice.” And with that she made no fuss as she put it on. Minutes later the two women were putting the final touches to the space outfit before there was a knock on the door. (Y/N) looked over at Sue and followed her as she stepped over to answer the door.
“The others have arrived ma’am.” Susan replied with a quick ‘thank you’ and gestured to (Y/N) to follow her, she quickly picked something up before they both left the room. With wide strides the two women walked through a crowded hallway, exchanging hellos and smiles to the people they passed. (Y/N) noticed that only a handful of people she passed recognised her, she could tell by the look of shock plastered onto their faces when they saw her. She really didn’t expect any less, it had been a long time since she had wondered outside the facility. The last time was at Uncle Boris’s funeral.
“The look on your hard-ass CO’s face when he finds out he’s your junior officer: priceless.” (Y/N) watched as the interaction between Ben and some man went down. Her eyebrow arched in curiosity and scanned the man perched on the edge of the seat, his muscles were being defined rather nicely in the suit that apparently everyone was wearing, but her attention was cut short when she heard a deep voice cut through her thoughts. And before she could look up, strong arms encircled her body and lifted her in the air.
“God, you’ve gotten big squirt,” the rumble of Ben’s voice automatically made her body relax as she slowly returned the hug. As her feet touched the floor, she was able to properly get a look at the man; she giggled as the light made his forehead shine, his vivid green eyes made him look younger. The way they twinkled always made her wonder if anything could ever put her down. The last time they had talked, Mr Grimm had just proposed to Debb, and she couldn’t have been any happier for him.
But deep down it hurt, everyone was moving on with their lives. Finding love, having a family, grieving. But what did she have.
What did she have?
Red Like You. Red For You. (teaser)
prompt: Taehyung loves to draw nose bleeds ;)
☞ Pairing: Yandere nerd! Taehyung X Cheerleader! OC (Valentine Red)
☞ this is just a TEASER!
☞ TW: dark themes, mention of blood-like substance, yandere. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!
☞ Blurb: Taehyung’s favorite colour is red. He loves red, red like the blood that drips from your bruised nose to the supple and soft flesh of your lips and lastly falling to your chin. He’ll caress your chin with a sneer. Amusement floats in his eyes as his grip on your chin tightens. He adores it when the blood leaking from your nose drips down to your lips, especially when he smears it all over your face. Your pretty face painted red. Red like love. Red like lust. Red like you.
He loves Valentine Red.
♡ disclaimer: this is a work of fiction, does not represent the artist in it and their behaviour!Do not repost or plagiarize my work! You’re an untalented weak imbecile if you do so :)
from the eyes of Valentine Red.
I’d always wondered how the status quo in our school really affected the pupils in it. From the emo-punk kids who sat near the school backyard listening to rock music or the art students who carried a sharpened graphite 2B pencil near their ear and drew on any possible surface which could retain pencil marks. The status quo never changed, the emo kids stayed emo, athlete jocks stayed the same (meaning head in the clouds, muscle pigs), the popular trios were just as posh as their parents wealthy black cards were.
Of course, I was also part of the said status quo, I’d say even though I did not fit in the stereotypical bubblegum-pink-sugary cheerleader persona, i was close by. The nerds were as one would guess, nerdy. Shy, quiet and reserved.
It was also a bit unsusal for us of different friendgroups to make acquaintances with people of other friend groups. That didn’t stop me from befriending Kim Taehyung.
He was an unusually quiet, nerdy guy who sat beside me in calculus class. His round black rimmed glasses sat far away from the bridge of his nose and close to the tip of it as he lost himself in solving yet another equation. Although, he, for an unknown reason ditched his nerdy group of friends to sit beside me all this semester, I didn’t mind. He was soft-spoken, a deep but gentle curve to his words as he spoke in heavy english. His oversized sweaters were a few sizes too big to be considered fashionable but he managed to look adorable in them. His hair was matted, choppy bangs that covered the front of his eyes, yet he refused to trim them short. Pretty lean himself, standing a good 176 cm for a seventeen year old.
I’d see his shadow tower over mine every time we walked back from calculus to our next class, he didn’t sit beside me then. He’d simply follow me inside the class and sit far away.
He was never late to class, his clothes were always neat and ironed unlike his hair.
He had an interesting juxtaposition, a neat and tidy topper student with messy hair who stuttered whenever he spoke. Without batting an eye I could tell it was him who’d sit beside me, the lingering smell of iron mixed with an oversaturation of pine wood cologne was a giver. It was an odd combination. No matter how much he’d put on that heavenly pine wood, the metallic smell beneath his clothes found their way to me.
I never asked him about it.
His face was always glistening, like he’d come from an intense workout every morning and after lunch too. I’d lean in closer to examine his face and the pungent smell of iron hit me again. I notice his nose was always red, like he’d constantly rub it to the point it bled.
I never asked him about it.
I once caught him aggressively rubbing something off of his hands before art class, his skin was a vermilion red. He said it was paint. I smiled and nodded, not before taking note of the same metallic pine-wood smell. The sleeves of his white sweater was awfully muddy, red paint chipped off from the ends. I never asked him about it.
I never asked him why he gave me an intense look when i cut my hand accidentally, use his sweater to wipe it off and never clean it. Why he didn’t interact with me outside of calc. Class or why that paint he had on his clothes often looked so strikingly similar to blood.
Red blood like the colour of my lips, red blood like his wrists. Red blood like my name, red blood like the game he played.
Fic release : early may ‘22
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A/N: after a month over due, it’s finally here, Loves. Don’t you want Tae to love you and paint you red? He’ll make you the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. He just loves Red on red.
@youmistme
Hah, shout out
I say "more"
Hah, yeah, right
'Cause I want some more
MORE; Jack In The Box, J-Hope
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Stream "MORE"
P/S: calling him Hobi doesn't feel right at this moment 😀😭
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내가 되고 싶은 나 The 'me' that I want myself to be
사람들이 원하는 나 The 'me' that people want me to be
니가 사랑하는 나 The 'me' that you love
또 내가 빚어내는 나 And the 'me' that I create
웃고 있는 나 The 'me' that's smiling
가끔은 울고 있는 나 The me that's sometimes in tears
지금도 매분 매순간 살아 숨쉬는 Vividly breathing each second and every moment even now
Persona (yeah)
Who the hell am I (yeah)
I just wanna go (yeah)
I just wanna fly (yeah)
I just wanna give you all the voices till I die (yeah)
I just wanna give you all the shoulders when you cry (yeah)
Persona; MAP OF THE SOUL, RM
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My work makes me breathe, so I want MORE
Inhale, inhale, exhale, exhale, uh
MORE; Jack In The Box, J-Hope
Since you did what you wanted to do, even if you’re thirty
There are a lot of adults who can’t hold in their shit***
These people who clamor for respect with their own mouths
Even they don’t know the misjudgments of those words
Freedom and self-indulgence, they’re obviously different
The method for knowing the time and place
Copy it down exactly and pretending they’re not, suckers packing it up
That what I do is better than their music
Who raps better than anyone
Who does this better than anyone
Fuck that, I am just doin my thang
So you just do your thing, bitch
Do You, RM BTS
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Not too long ago I found out about this channel in an Edit I saw, I was curious about it since it really interested me the kind of animation it was. And I cannot tell you enough how much I love this channel. I love how you watch these stories and you can try to decipher what’s the meaning behind these horror animations. The channel has a pretty big amount of views but I feel like not a lot of people talk about it, which I wish to change that.
⚠︎ The content in this channel are on the dark theme side, but it all just tells a story in short animations. It gives you all sorts of feelings in a matter of seconds.
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I need to get a laptop asap. It's much easier to write and for some reason Wattpad deleted all the work I had bruh 🙃. Well anyways here's a little something
Tags/warnings:Yandere sub Tsu'tey x black fem reader. Cussing, murder, dark themes.
Y/N pov
One minute I'm in a helicopter and the next I'm on the fucking ground bleeding. I struggled to crawl of of that stupid helicopter. We got attack by this pterosaurs looking thing. I'm pretty sure I'm the only person that survived unfortunately. I heard a groan, I get up only to hunch over in pain. I looked at my side to see it was bleeding. I apply pressure with my hand and walk over to where the groan came from. I look to see it was Jake of course that nigga is still alive I said in my head.(you guys have a little bit of beef with Jake👀) I went towards him. It looks like he's trapped under something. Damn it what the hell am I suppose to do. I can't lift it especially with my side being injured. I tired pushing it off of him anyways. Shit clinching my side in pain. All of I hear something than suddenly I'm surrounded by theses blue people or na'vi as Grace would put it. One of them got off from their horse thingy coming towards me. I immediately went into fight mode and pulled out my gun. "Don't come any closer ". Taking off the safety. They all at once pointed their arrows at me as I pointed my gun at the man. I looked at man more closely he was glowing. I didn't even realize it had become dark. I heard a groan. Crap I forgot Jake was still trapped. Then out of nowhere a blue lady comes out in front of me. Saying something I can't understand. But I assume she was telling them to back off since they began to put their arrows down. I turn to Jake than back at the lady. "Idk if you understand English but I need help" point to Jake, "I can't lift it by myself." She turned around saying something about the which seemed to not get a great reaction from the others. I feel something touching my left shoulder. It was this Jellyfish looking thing. I smacked it away from me causing everyone to hiss at me. So I guess I'll just let them dance all over me or sum. Those things also were on Jake as well. After a couple of minutes they left. A couple of people walked over to where Jake was and started lifting. Jake was able to get out. All of a sudden I feel lightheaded and my bison is getting spotty. I looked at my hand to see it was soaked in blood. Dang didn't know I was losing that much blood. I stumbled and was about to crash into the ground. When someone caught me, think it was that guy earlier. Cause as soon as I touched him and blacked out.
Pt 2 will be up soon hopefully. Hope you like it so far. Let me know if there's grammar issues or spelling.
Here’s the link to pt.2
Bye 😐😗
Sub Yandere Tsu’tey x black fem reader
Also forgot to say the reader is a tomboy in this. She’s in the was in the army before joining the program. She’s also has a more muscular form because of it, also tall. The reader has some ignorant moments aka calling the Navi blue people instead of na’vi or omatikayan people. The reader has like the military type of ignorance Basically like how Jake was but a little more.
Y/n pov
You know I never thought I every wake up to a blue nigga mean mugging me and what seems to be like Jake getting cussed out and smacked on the back of the head by a na’vi woman. I chuckled which soon turned into a groan as I sat up. “She’s alive…unfortunately”. The guy mumbled that last thing but I heard it. I shoot him a glare. “Do we have problem”. Standing up on my feet only to hunch a little in pain. This blue bitch nigga laughs at me. So I punch him right in his mouth. Which I immediately regret cause a sharp pain came to my side again. The guy looked shock but that quickly changed into anger. He stormed out of the tent. With a blue lady running after him but not before glaring at me. “Why did you do that y/n”. Jake said annoyed. “That’s what he gets for mumbling and cackling” I shrugged. “Where we at anyways”. “The omatikayan clan has let us stay here and teach us their ways.” I sighed “I don’t wanna learn their ways or anything. Let’s not act like we aren’t trying to get them to move. So we can get there materials. Which it seems like you forgot. Also how many days have I have I been out.” “You been out for seven days. And I haven’t forgot okay, and if anyone ask we are part of the jarhead clan.” “Wtf jarhead clan really that’s the best you got.” “Look I was put on the spot. Here’s some clothes, dinner will be ready soon.” With that Jake heads out of the tent. I put on the clothes and man when I tell ya took me 30mins. I also feel extremely uncomfortable like this is barely any clothing. I guess I don’t have a choice. As soon as I walked in to were everyone is gathered, they shot me a look. I saw a spot near the guy I punched earlier. Which seems to be the only spot left unfortunately. I sighed and walked over there. Luckily he just gave me a look cause if he would of said anything it would have been a wrap. I sat down and started eating my meal. After that Jake showed me where I was sleeping and that tsu’tey will be the one to train me. Which I rolled my eyes to that and head to bed. All of sudden I feel someone shaking me roughly. I groan and open my eyes slowly. Of course to no one’s surprise it’s him. “Wake up your train starts now.” With that he left. I’m guessing he wants me to follow him. I stretch and hoped off the bed mumbling “ lord give me strength” as I ran to catch up with him.
Fast-forward
Man training with Tsu’ey is a pain. If he’s not scowling at me, he just stares. Which be creeping me out at times. Sometimes it’s actually kinda cute cause I see him blush a little bit. Idk maybe staring is apart of their culture. Though I noticed that none of the males really interact with me. I probably not what they’re looking for not exactly the normal body type. Wasn’t back home either so I shouldn’t have expected anything different here. Most days I fine with how I look but sometimes I can’t help but wish my arms weren’t so muscular especially when I wear dresses. I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Mo’at call me over.
Tsu’tey pov
…… to be continued
I hope you guys like it let me know if there any grammar errors.
https://www.tumblr.com/deadlyweapon567/716228707395731457/i-need-to-get-a-laptop-asap-its-much-easier-to
Here’s the link to pt.1
Bye😗😶😐😌✌🏽
Another sloppy sketch recently drawn. I really like using these filters. I'd like to actually try to paint like these filters in the future.
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