#⋆˙⊰ the guilted ripper ：answered.

[salvatoraes]

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff starters, selectively accepting.

stefan's not some who usually gets into fights. but when it comes to his brother, it's easy for him to get worked up. sometimes damon just says things that makes him snap, even if it's only for a moment. now he's standing here in the living room with a cut on his lip from the punch that was returned to his jaw. he turns to face elena, who happened to witness their encounter until damon walked out. he steps over to her, giving her a half sad smile. a hand comes to rest on her cheek, exhaling a soft breath. " he just makes me so mad sometimes, you know ? and it's his fault, it's always his fault. " stefan's about to add on but he's cut off with her lips pressing to his. he returns the kiss, even though he has some blood still on the corner of his mouth where damon punched. he leans into it, an arm wrapping around her waist with ease.

[gossippool]

hi welcome back to leanne rewatches deadpool & wolverine and goes insane about every single detail in this movie. in this edition: how logan's clothes reflect the trajectory of his character

1. the suit—inside

so we start off with the scene in the bar where logan appears to be wearing what we're used to seeing him wear. flannels, leather jackets. his outfit and even the setting is not at all unfamiliar for him. but, as we later find out, he was wearing the suit underneath all those layers the whole time.

during his talk with laura, he reveals that he wears the suit to remember those he'd lost, and as a reminder of what he'd done. he's had the suit on permanently for god knows how long, hidden under his clothes. at this point he bears the suit like a cross, suffering in silence under the guise of normalcy, yet sacrificing what's left of his identity by reducing himself to what the suit represents; by taking all the jabs and nasty looks people throw at him that he thinks he's too deserving of to combat.

2. the suit—outside

after wade pulls him out, he has the suit on display for quite a while. on one hand, it shows the fight that's in him now as a contrast to his passivity in his own world. on the other hand, it's also a sort of vulnerability: what that suit stands for and by extension what he himself is is now laid bare to the world. out in the open for people to question. maybe that fight that's in him now stems precisely from this vulnerability.

this vulnerability is both good and bad for him: it causes him to lash out at the questions from wade that he's not ready to answer. it also leads him to open up to laura and finally speak about what happened—who knows if he's ever said any of it out loud before. fun! even with just the suit, we're already seeing some development.

and THIS is where it gets interesting.

3. the white shirt—his mind

the first time we truly see him without the suit is when cassandra nova looks into his mind. i've been going back and forth on whether this is logan's own manifestation of himself or if it's cassandra's, and i still don't know. i think the distinction does matter, but in the end what it conveys is the same.

firstly, another layer of vulnerability again. he's already on his knees for cassandra, submissive—now in his mind he's also stripped as bare as he can be (i think we all know white shirts can sometimes leave little to the imagination). cassandra looks at him and says "you're hiding ... from all the ones you let down." how interesting is that?? if we go all the way back to the first scene, he hides his suit under normal clothes. and he hides this version of him in his mind even further underneath all of that.

secondly and as an extension of that point, white symbolises purity. cleanliness. even a promise of new beginnings. let's tackle this from the two possible perspectives.

if this is logan's manifestation of himself, it would be so intriguing that this is how he appears. maybe it means that despite it all, there's some good in him. maybe it means that deep, deep down, past all the shame and the guilt and the grief, there's still a part of his mind where he can just be.

on the other hand, the white could also symbolise a second chance—like i said, a promise of new beginnings. i made a post about this scene here, but the basic point is that cassandra is offering him something that no one else may ever be able to offer him. a chance to fully be himself, to silence the voices. the white is such a stunning visual representation of what she is saying logan could be if he stays with her. which makes it even more poignant that he doesn't.

4. the time ripper

after this scene, he's in the suit again, necessarily. but then! BUT THEN!!!!! the time ripper!!! y'all need to understand the significance of this scene in all its nuances FR! here you can look at his abs again:

but the thing is we know by now what the suit represents. all his failures, all his guilt, his inability to let go of his past. it represents him. isn't it just so fitting that it's at this point where he saves the fucking world that the suit breaks away. it breaks away from him. he's free. this not the same as him just taking it off, because with it breaking into pieces he literally cannot wear it anymore. this is not just a hugh jackman body appreciation, this is logan finally moving on. this is him realising that he is not a failure, that he is not his failures, that he has something else to live for.

5. him

and oh my god, we finally make it to the extremely satisfying ending. after all of that, we finally come full circle. he's in his normal clothes again, the wife beater and the flannel, except this time without anything underneath. he's no longer defined by that one incident, defined by his mistakes and the people he let down. he is just him.

[woeswrites]

Yandere Will Graham

Warnings: Yandere themes, Obsessive behaviors, Brief mention of rape/rapist, Dubious consent (mention of sex while under the influence), etc.

Notes: I am trying to be active again (fingers crossed). Little posts like this are a really easy way for me to get the creative juices flowing. Don't be surprised if a few more come out after this one lol.

You were a recent survivor of an attack

No, it wasn't the Chesapeake Ripper

It was just some other wannabe serial killer trying to get his rocks off

He had a dumb, stereotypical name too

The midnight slasher? midnight butcher?

Something like that

The media wasn't very creative with it

Whatever his name was, he'd clearly had a type

Young men

All of a similar stature

With the same hair and eye color

All known to be up at all hours of the day

It was a pretty open and shut case in Will's eyes

He was a plain and simple lust killer

Most likely white and in his 30s-40s

Classic closet case turned homicidal

He hadn't seen why the FBI was so stumped on the whole thing

The only real trouble was the lack of DNA evidence

He'd been real good at cleaning up after himself

Will knew he'd slip up eventually

This wasn't the type of guy to be so well organized for long

Well--

Does being murdered by your most recent victim count as a slip up?

Because that's exactly what happened

He was called to the scene with the rest of the team

The sight of you trembling, covered in blood, and standing over top of that creep was his first impression

You met his eyes and he was unable to pull away

Something about your tear blotched face held him captive

Jack tasked him with asking you questions about the events at hand

Normally this would have annoyed Will

He wasn't the talking type

Let alone someone sensitive enough to make such a traumatized person feel comfortable

But something in him didn't mind so much

Maybe it was the way you looked so vulnerable

Or the fact that no matter how much he pushed the idea away, he saw himself in you

An innocent man turned murderer under the right circumstances

"I'm Will Graham and I'll be asking you some questions."

"God, okay. I'm Y/n. Can't really say it's nice to meet you."

Will tried to start off slow

Ask the basics before moving onto the more pertinent information

You'd answer to the best of your abilities (considering the circumstances)

It took Will a second to jot down your responses

He'd get a little too caught up in your features to notice you'd stop talking

"Sorry, what was that? You got off work at 9?"

There was something admirable about your attempts to infuse your story with a bit of dry humor

Likely a coping mechanism

But Will found himself smiling a bit at your quips

By the time he'd finish up with you he'd felt a little attachment form

Sure the case was over on his end

But it didn't stop him from asking Jack about you

At least a couple times a week

"How's things going with that self defense case? Y/n's...?"

Will showed up the next day with your case fill on his desk

The sticky note stuck to it warned about annoying Jack with too many questions

He'd spend all night re-reading the details

Without noticing he began slipping in and out of re-enactment mode

Imagining you on top of him

Knife in hand

Crazed look in your eyes

He tried to shake the image away

He shouldn't be doing this

It wasn't right

You could've died that night

His guilt ridden thoughts did nothing to lessen the tent that had formed in his pajama pants

He tried to push the idea of you out of his head

Usually he'd have more control over himself than this

His resolve was strong at first

He'd hidden the manila folder away in the depths of his lower drawer

Telling himself he'd drop it

That worked for a couple of days

That was before he started dreaming of you

Events that he hadn't preformed himself took ahold of him

He became your attacker that night

He chased you

He ripped apart your clothes

He was the one who you fought off

He's the one who you thrust that knife into

And he loved every second of it

Wait--

No, he couldn't

This was just his empathy disorder

Yeah!

He was just in character

This definitely wasn't him

He would never want to do any of that stuff

And he'd prove it

He had memorized that file from front to back at this point

It wouldn't be weird that he'd known your address

He was an FBI consultant

It was basically warranted

Will found himself picking out his best clothes that night

His newest jeans, tailored shirt, the works

Not for any particular reason

And his bed was definitely not littered with rejected articles of clothing

This was just going to be a simple checkup, it's not like it really mattered what he looked like

He showed up on your doorstep with the nicest bottle of wine he could find

"Will? Is that you?"

"Uh, yeah it is. Would I be able to come in?"

You welcomed him in, albeit a little confused

"I thought my case was cleared..."

"That's not what I'm here for. I just wanted to check in on you."

You smiled at this

And Will felt his heart ache

You'd invite him to join in on your sorry excuse for a dinner

He'd never accepted anything so fast before in his life

It didn't take long before the two of you got into the wine he'd brought

It was innocent enough at first

Just drinking and talking

You'd mention how life was after the attack

Will shared a little about his experience with GJH

Its the first time he had ever felt so utterly connected with another person before

But then the two of you got a little more than tipsy

And Will found himself leaning in

One kiss turned into another and another

Will felt a sense of static overtake him

Every touch between the two of you sent shivers up his spine

He felt the strong urge to consume

Before either of you knew it your clothes were now in a heap on the kitchen floor

You woke up the next morning with a splitting headache

Oh-- and an FBI agent in your bed

Shock was an understatement

That was when the memories of the previous night flooded back

Will woke up at the loss of warmth

Last night was the best he had slept in years

You wrapped tight in his arms, bodies perfectly intertwined

His heart sank at the look of regret on your face

"We definitely shouldn't have done that. I think you should leave Will..."

He couldn't just leave now

Not knowing what he did

That you two were made for one another

He'd try to calm you down

"Y/n let's talk about this."

You weren't having it

Mentioning how inappropriate this all was

You'd shove his clothes into his arms

Will tried to console you

Not realizing why you were so worked up

You both did just have the best night of your life after all

You'd back away but he'd continue approaching

"C'mon I know you don't really want me to go. Let's just take a second before we make any rash decisions"

"We aren't doing anything. I want you to go. Now."

Something about him coming over while you were still recovering from your distress and it all leading to this...

It just didn't feel right

Will tried to approach once more but you pushed him away

He couldn't help the smile that made its way onto his face

"Push me. Go on, make it hurt."

You were absolutely bewildered

He reached out and grabbed ahold of you

His grip was almost crushing

Like he was holding on for dear life

"I won't leave you alone that easily. Fate brought us together for a reason. You feel it too right? We're one in the same. We're each other's destiny."

He looked crazed, sweat slipping from his brow

It felt just like that night all over again

The knife in your hand as your attacker bled out

Only now Will took his place underneath you

[wheresurboytonighthelookslikeenj]

ok chat the poll is over time to reveal the answers

someone is killed in a giant microwave - YEAH season 12 episode 1 murdoch mystery mansion. the potato cooking room was at first a hypothetical presented in an earlier season that murdoch made a reality during the designing of his house ! someone then used the room to kill someone inside uh oh

sigmund freud's gaydar - YEAH season 15 episode 12 murdoch on the couch. sigmund freud, who's at the station house because of a threat to his life, reads henry's letter addressed to george and believes it to be a letter for a lover. when henry brings this up to brax and watts later, they don't contest this ! (in fact claiming this was the only thing he was right about) was going to make a joke about how he was like i know what you are but he actually seemed like genuine and objective with it honestly what the hell was up with that.

re-enactment of the last supper with dead bodies - YEAH season 9 episode 4 barenaked ladies. to make a poetic point about guilt and betrayal, someone kills some people who they think have wronged someone and electroplates them in the poses of various figures from the last supper.

one of the main characters kills jack the ripper - YEAH season 2 episode 2 snakes and ladders. a serial killer on the loose suspected to be jack the ripper is in toronto, and in a fight with him in the morgue, julia kills him. she is understandably shaken by this and the end of the episode she dances with murdoch because she’d like to be held <3

sherlock holmes meets arthur conan doyle. yeah they meet each other - YEAH season 6 episode 4 a study in sherlock. due to childhood trauma, there's a guy in toronto living as sherlock holmes :)) murdoch is frustrated that he won't believe that sherlock holmes isn't real, so to convince him, he invites arthur conan doyle, who happens to be visiting toronto, over.

reincarnation is real - YEAH season 6 episode 11 lovers in a murderous time. cant believe yall forgot this one this was one of my fav episodes the first time i watched s06 but anyways. two people bear a striking resemblance to two doomed lovers from many years ago, and the woman has visions and dreams of memories of details she can't possibly know ! they're reincarnated lovers. whoah

pig flies - YEAH season 6 episode 1 murdoch air. james pendrick, flying his test craft in the race for the world's first controlled air craft, tested a harness by using a dead pig as a passenger. was reminded of this one because in a s15 episode the brackenreids were laughing abt something and margaret said "when pigs fly!" and brax was like "i've seen that happen actually" <3

murdoch invents uber - NAH. murdoch does not invent uber. the closest we get to uber is not murdoch's invention but george and henry with henry's cab :) this lie kind of falls apart when you consider that murdoch's inventions are almost always technological innovations, while uber is. a business. and murdoch doesn't even like cars.

murdoch dies in a tub but only temporarily - YEAH season 5 episode 10 staircase to heaven. murdoch investigates a death within a club (one member being emily) who compete for a chance to "die" to see what the afterlife looks like, dropping them as close to death as possible and then reviving them, and murdoch tries it out yeah 👍

murdoch beats up santa claus - YEAH season 17 episode 9 the christmas list. in possibly his most out of character episode, murdoch suspects department store santa claus of theft and tries to arrest him in front of the children, then when santa resists, murdoch beats the shit out of him

[shreddedleopard]

Sherliam-shaped ramble incoming 🥴🥺

Rewatched Morimyu op. 3 for the millionth time and can’t stop thinking about Albert’s words to William about leaving the real Jack The Ripper culprits’ bodies there for Sherlock to find, and how much trust William had in this man despite only having met him a handful of times.

Like he really said ‘you and I are on the same wavelength to the point that I trust you not to fuck up this whole scheme to unite the current discord in London between Whitechapel and the Yard without even exchanging an actual word with you on the subject.’

He must have really felt so … vindicated to have found someone who could take one look at his actions and piece together his real motivations behind his criminal acts. Sherlock quickly paints the Lord of Crime as a ‘Robin Hood’ figure who’s seeking to rebalance their world, and although he can’t forgive the law-breaking methods employed by Liam, he recognises that Liam took on that role and condemned himself for the sake of the common people.

William found someone who could identify the real heart of him, and then he trusted that person with his life — to carry out the real justice to balance out his wrong-doings.

You know, the more I think about it, the more it hurts and the more I love Sherlock. I think for William, the answer to Sherlock’s ‘why me?’ (Why not a perfect actor instead?) is that an actor might see William’s acts but not really understand them in the way Sherlock does, or care to, and that is incredibly important to William.

William knew he had to die because what he was doing was passing judgement in a way he shouldn’t really be allowed to do, in a fair and righteous world, but he has to do it that way in order to make an impact and affect change. But at least let the person who ends his life truly understand why they’re doing it — not because William is rotten and hateful at his core, but actually, filled with love and compassion for others, so much so that he’s willing to become the villain for everyone else’s sake.

I believe it was the last comfort he could hope for — to have his act, his show, his existence brought to an end by an individual who would not hate him or misunderstand him as they ‘pull the trigger.’

He called Sherlock ‘the real devil!’ angrily in their final (and only) fight on the bridge because Sherlock hesitated, and William’s hard-wired view of his own guilt pushed him to think that Sherlock’s moral compass might suddenly be off, and he lacked the conviction to condemn William to death as William believed should be the just and moral end to his plan.

But then he realises that actually, it’s not that Sherlock is weak hearted and unwilling to follow through with the path of justice. What William has underestimated is Sherlock’s own depth of compassion — but compassion for him, specifically. In all his planning, even in his joy at finding Sherlock — a man who would understand his goal and dream and what it might take to bring it to fruition — William had failed to account for the possibility that someone might be moved enough by his sacrifice to want to save him.

The idea that he is as deserving of love as everyone else is not a thought he’s allowed himself to entertain, and he steels his resolve and decides that he will jump himself if Sherlock cannot do it.

But this idea that Liam is an individual hugely deserving of love has been at the forefront of Sherlock’s mind for a long, long time before they faced off on that bridge.

Sherlock sees the role William has taken on — completely by himself. He understands the lonely truth of William’s compassionate and self sacrificing nature beneath the facade, and to this he says, I’m here, I am your friend, and I won’t let you do this by yourself anymore. I won’t let you fall alone.

They are just. Everything. The love is like a physical weight on my chest, I cannot. 😭

[valentinesdaydate98]

The Phantomhive Butler

Word count: 1.7k

Author’s note: Please bear with me. English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for any grammar and/or spelling mistakes. The main love interest has a name, but I try not to be too descriptive. I hope you enjoy. Thank you!

Pairing: Sebastian Michaelis x reader

With any encounter with a demon, one must be on edge. Demons are sneaky creatures, manipulative, dangerous, untrustworthy, and much more. Charlotte remained cautious until she formed a contract.

Charlotte encountered the demon when Ciel started working on the Jack the Ripper case. They were never that close. Even with his return from his kidnappers, he was distant with her. His behavior led her to become distant. So, it was shocking when she received a letter from Madam Red requesting she join her to surprise Ciel and help him with his case. She hesitated at first, but she caved in. He was family, after all. Besides, Auntie would still have ways to convince her to help.

When she arrived at Ciel’s London Townhouse, she was taken aback by an unfamiliar figure. It's a new butler. Though staff members come and go, there was something different about him. On the outside, the butler was just a competent and hard-working person. He was rather kind and helpful to her and her family. However, there is an unusual and unsettling aura around him. He completed his duties with no mistakes. Not to mention, at lightning speed. He was intriguing. She must get to know him.

Sebastian Michaelis introduced himself, and thus the nightmare began.

The red flags appeared almost immediately. Ciel had everyone in the carriage and requested that Sebastian compile a list of Jack the Ripper suspects. Upon accepting his master’s request, Sebastian went to work by jumping from the carriage while it was still moving. Worried about his well-being, she looks out the window and doesn’t see him anywhere. ‘Where did he go?’, she thought to herself.

The next thing was when he returned to the townhouse with tea ready. All before everyone else came home. She looked perplexed by him. ‘He pulled out of a long list of suspects with no injuries to his body? And he has tea ready?’, she thought to herself. Even when Madam Red questioned him, Sebastian avoided answering them with a logical explanation. It was also frustrating that Auntie didn't push for answers from the butler. But she also doesn’t push for further answers since her focus is on capturing the killer and helping Ciel.

However, despite how uneasy she felt around Sebastian, she grew to have a soft spot for him. For one thing, he amuses her. It’s entertaining to see Sebastian using his wits to tease other people besides her. Especially when the victim is Ciel or his coworkers. Ciel explained his plan to infiltrate the Viscount Druitt’s mansion and arrest him. Although she volunteered to be the one to seduce the Viscount, Ciel immediately shut the idea down. The immense guilt she felt melted away once she saw Ciel’s disguise. The huge, puffy pink dress with a million frills only made it worse when Sebastian opened his mouth. She never could contain her laughter around him.

Despite her denial, her heart flutters whenever Sebastian shows physical affection. Especially during at night when she has trouble sleeping. He walked into her room to comfort her. Not to baby her like her Auntie does, not to degrade her, but to comfort her. The gentle caresses that she requested from him. She knows deep down he doesn’t care for her. But even then, it didn’t matter. As long as she has a companion at night, it won’t matter. Even if she won’t hear the end of it.

It was just a fun game for both.

Failing to capture the killer, Charlotte experienced feelings of anxiety and devastation. She couldn’t help but cling more to Madam Red to feel protected. Her warm body and reassuring and kind words always comforted her. Her Auntie was always a strong woman during difficult situations. With her clinging on to her aunt, Charlotte had to watch her least favorite sport, chess. However, after watching Ciel and Auntie play chess, she knew he was up to something and followed him (and his butler). Whether this was an excellent decision was up for debate.

It wasn’t until the Jack the Ripper case was over that she received the answers.

Madame Red. She was Jack the Ripper. She killed all those innocent women and ruined their families’ lives. It was all too much. The shocking revelation, the blood, the fight between Sebastian and Grelle. It wasn’t until she saw her auntie strangling Ciel that Charlotte knew she had to get involved. However, despite saving Ciel’s life, her auntie stabbed her. The ultimate betrayal. Before she passes out, she looks back at Ciel. A sigh of relief once she realizes he is safe and uninjured. The darkness consumed her, and she slipped into unconsciousness.

Later that night, the rain drowned out the singing of crickets that once echoed throughout the evening. Though it usually lulls her to sleep, the events of earlier in the night plagued her mind. Not to mention the pain remains to plague her. Eventually, she fell asleep, but not before she woke up screaming before quickly covering her mouth. As she catches her breath, the dream plays out in her head. The same warm blood staining her skin, the loud cries of her family members, and the revelation of her dear aunt being a serial killer. She couldn’t hold it in much longer. In the middle of her breakdown, Charlotte failed to realize someone was in her room.

“Having trouble staying asleep, my ladyship? How troublesome. Would you like me to assist you? A soothing lullaby perhaps?” Sebastian asked with the same playful voice she’s used to hearing. She glared at his question.

“Hush you. I have never asked you to do something so childish as singing me a lullaby,” Charlotte said with a slight annoyance as she wiped her tears away.

“Oh, no? I can’t quite remember. You cling to your family members like a little child. Even to my Lord, you cling tightly.” Sebastian replied with a smirk.

“Hmph. It was a moment of weakness, but that’s just it. It was one moment. Say, how did you get into my room? I didn’t hear the door open,” Charlotte said.

“Never mind that, my lady. You have trouble staying asleep, so I made you some hot chamomile tea. My lord has informed me you are quite picky, especially with tea. He told me you like your tea plain. So, I hope you enjoy your cup.”

“Ciel told you?” Charlotte stammered as she gazed at the cup. “I didn’t think he would remember something as simple as that,” she let out a small smile. “I will have to thank him for that some other time.” She hesitated before drinking her tea. “This is quite adequate. Thank you, Sebastian,” Charlotte said as she tried not to gag. Any praise Sebastian gets from her, he becomes a cheeky bastard. What an annoyance!

“However, that doesn’t answer my question, Sebastian. I knew you were watching me. The moment I started following you both, I saw your eyes on me. So, I ask again, how did you get into my room without making a sound?”

“Now, now, my lady,” Sebastian said as he tugged her hair behind her ears. It’s been like a cycle between the two. Whenever she has suspicions about Sebastian, he uses physical affection to keep her mind occupied. Such as when she questioned how he got her afternoon tea and cake ready in a blink of an eye, a soft caress of her cheek and a compliment made her forget about her question. Often, her cheeks would turn rosy, and she would respond with a shy smile. A little touch goes a long way. However,

“Stop that immediately.” Charlotte raised her voice and scooted away from Sebastian. “Enough of your affections for now. I know you and Ciel are hiding something here. You made that long list of suspects in a short amount of time. You absolute maniac, why did you jump out of the carriage? I didn’t even hear a groan from your lips. And I swear you have super strength and speed. How?” She takes a moment to take a deep breath. “You know I saw everything, Sebastian,” she starts. “That fight with Grelle was the final nail in the coffin. You’ve been suspicious since the very beginning. So admit it, Sebastian. You’re a demon, aren’t you?” she said with a scowl.

Sebastian smirked at her revelation and chuckled. “My lady, you’ve had quite an unfortunate night,” Sebastian interrupted her. “It’s best to get some rest now. I promise you will find the answers to your questions soon enough. I’m sure your auntie doesn’t want you to stress out,” he said with a light chuckle at the end. Her eyes widened. That’s right, Auntie is no longer here.

In pure rage, she lifted her hand out to slap Sebastian, only to be stopped. A tight grip was on her wrist as Sebastian’s smirk only grew.

“My lady, how cruel. Here I thought we were getting along swimmingly.” Sebastian squeezes her hand small, delicate hand as he presses his lips on her knuckles.

“Auntie.,” she mumbled, as if it were a brief prayer. As if she called out her name, Madam Red would appear. Unfortunately, that will never be the case. Instead, she faces Sebastian, the demon butler. “So you are a demon,” she mumbled again to herself. “What are your intentions with Ciel?” she raised her voice. “Are you after his soul, perhaps? Or are you…”

“I’m only going to say this once more. Rest now, dear. You have a long day ahead of you. I need to report your discovery to my master first thing in the morning. We shall see what we will do with you soon. Enjoy your night,” he whispered in her ear as he caressed her cheek. She gasps softly at his touch. Normally, she would feel his glove touching her cheek. She glanced at his hand, and her stomach dropped as she saw his mark. The Faustian contract mark.

“Good night, my lady. I hope you sleep well. I can't wait to see you in the morning,” he said before he planted a soft peck on her cheek. A goodnight kiss, a kiss goodbye to a normal life.

“Good night, Sebastian.”

[shai-manahan]

hello! hope I got you in time but happy birthday!

it's not on the list of prompts, but how would the ROs react when they realise they are crushing on/falling for MC?

lol I'm sorry anon. I know this has been quite a while (and obviously it's not my birthday anymore jdklajdkals) but I know I answered a similar ask before and just couldn't find it. Anyway, I'm answering it now; if you find the older ask, just ignore it, it's most probably cringe.

Alonzo: Just utterly miserable. The awareness that you are falling for a person you deeply hated and cursed at so many times would never be a pleasant experience at first, I reckon. Would try to sort it out alone. (spoiler: would not be able to sort it out alone at all)

Wesley: But they already are. I suppose it'd be bittersweet for them, if they're not already dating at this point, mixed in with some feelings of guilt. Just knowing that they have betrayed the person they want to be by their side.

Owen: Would have so many flashbacks of his most embarrassing moments. Every conversation from here on would probably start with an uncomfortable silence for a while, at least until he gets used to it.

Jade: Eh it's life. You'll end up liking someone if they're likeable in your eyes. I suppose it might depend on the circumstances, but unless you did something very very wrong, she'll be quite normal about it. Well, as normal as it can be, at least.

Also, as my friend demands for it to be here, this is basically Karan (bartender from the prologue) to Alonzo if he learns they're falling for the Ripper 🥲 (but said with a very straight face and a very dry tone)

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Can we get male warrior reader?

When reader was alive he was considered the strongest in his army leading to countless victories for his people and kingdom

He dedicated his whole life to the wellfare of his kingdom that he never felt rhe need to find someone to settle down with an his life.

When he goes to valhalla he meets jack and is amazed by his fighting skills. The thing about reader he has any ability similar to jacks that allows him to see the guilt in their hearts and jack was the definition of a warrior.

Reader gets on one knee to ask Jack for his permission to court him much to the shock of the little valkerye that partner up with him during his fight (I cant remember her names only that she makes me mad)

Reader is quick to send her a glare that is colder than Odins at her behavior and is quick to remind her that if jack was truly evil than her sister wouldnt have allowed him to step into the battlefield for humanity.

-Y/N, regarded as one of the best rulers in history, not just in your own country, but throughout the world, your name always comes up for great leaders and it’s rightfully earned.

-You were a proud warrior, focusing on protecting your people rather than conquering, but if another empire tried to do the same to you, you had no issues beating them and taking their empire as payment.

-To you, your people, those who looked up to you to not only lead them but to protect them, were the most important thing in your empire, because without them, you couldn’t call yourself a true emperor.

-Under your rule nobody went without anything, everyone had a home, a job, clean clothes, food, water, access to doctors, children of any status had the right to go to school for at least basic education, and due to everything, your nation thrived.

-However, many thought it was odd, despite your successes, despite everything you did, you never took a spouse, and never had any children.

-Nobody, not even those closest to you, could ever figure out this mystery and the secret died with you.

-The secret wasn’t anything bad, but to others they would see it as something not warranting your lifelong celibacy, but to you, it ate you up inside.

-Despite all the good, all the people you saved, you could only remember those that you failed, those who died under your protection or under your command, and those that died, those that you failed, their loss weighed heavily on your mind.

-You felt like you didn’t deserve to bring new life into the world when lives were lost under you.

-Even after you passed and in Valhalla, you rejected all advances of others who wanted a relationship with such an emperor, you only accepted friendships with other warriors you found, bonding over sparring matches, as you enjoyed not having to hold back.

-Ragnarok was announced and Brunnhilde asked you to fight for humanity, but surprisingly you hesitated, not giving an immediate answer. Brunnhilde knew your aversion of taking life, despite your strength to easily do so, as you only took the lives of those who deserved it, criminals and monsters who would only hurt others for pleasure and gain.

-You agreed eventually and Brunnhilde surprised you, being accommodating to you, telling you that you would be a reserve fighter, a backup and you agreed, feeling more willing to fight.

-You remained in your quiet viewing room, sitting on a large plush chair, watching the matches, cheering for humanity and mourning the warriors- no…mourning the friends that you’ve lost.

-You sought out Kojiro personally, thanking him for his hard earned win and he beamed brightly, thanking you before you returned to watch the next fight.

-Your eyes were wide, learning of the next person, Jack the Ripper, only… this wasn’t the true Jack the Ripper, as you killed him when he arrived in Valhalla years ago, after he went after innocent women and you ended his short reign of terror almost instantly.

-This was someone else and Brunnhilde, who entered your room shortly after the fight started, as she knew you would have questions and she told you that this man, Jack, took the mantle of the original Jack the Ripper on Earth, after killing him.

-You were surprised to learn that Jack was still a killer, but one with morals, as he killed killers, he went after people who attacked and killed other people, turning himself into a vigilante.

-You were confused, watching the screen, “Then why does he take the abuse if he knows the truth?” Brunnhilde sighed through her nose, a bit exasperated, “He’s much like you- he would rather take all the bad in the world for himself to protect those who need more good.”

-You paused at her words, but said nothing more and she left after a while, returning to her own viewing area, leaving you to watch Jack’s impressive combat skills.

-You couldn’t look away from him, every move was so graceful, even the way he spoke was so elegant, never yelling or raising his voice, he always seemed level-headed and even toned. Your heart leapt to your throat when he fell upon the gate spike, which made you pause, lifting your hand to your chest, feeling your heart hammering in your chest. You had never felt like this before!

-You could see the anguish on Jack’s face as Hercules faded, and you grew angry at the crowds who threw rocks and tomatoes at Jack, calling him a murderer. However, they did nothing in the earlier matches, when others died. Their hypocrisy was infuriating.

-Jack was not expecting to see you running towards him, your inner colors blazing with nothing but concern as he was finally allowing himself to be weak, limping backstage, clutching the wound on his stomach.

-You surprised Jack once more by easily sweeping him into your arms princess style, “Let’s get you to the infirmary!” Jack was stunned, his eyes wide as he wasn’t used to this, someone caring for him as well as someone carrying him like he was a maiden.

-Jack held his hat to his face which was now blazing red as you kicked the door to the infirmary open, seeing Brunnhilde there, waiting for Jack to arrive but she was surprised to see you there as well, carrying Jack.

-You sat Jack on the bed so the nurses could get work and stepped back, allowing Brunnhilde to approach you but before she could speak Hlokk, Jack’s partner ran in, wanting to see Jack after Brunnhilde told her to meet her at the infirmary.

-Hlokk pouted lightly, seeing Jack, not as angry as when she first had to join with Jack, as she realized what her sister had done, mainly because she knew her younger sister wouldn’t come and see him in the infirmary after how she acted. She was going to wait until he was released to see how he was doing.

-She glared up at Brunnhilde while you kept your eyes on Jack who was actually trying to avoid your eyes, seeing your blaring colors, they were so bright, so true, seeing anger, concern, and the one he was shying away from was love.

-Hlokk’s voice interrupted your gaze, as you were seeing all the wounds he had, making sure he was being taken care of, “I still can’t believe you made me partner with that.” Brunnhilde folded her arms across her chest, staring disapprovingly down at her, “But you know the truth now, this isn’t the real Jack the Ripper.”

-Hlokk’s glare didn’t falter, “But he’s still killed lots of people!” You saw Jack’s gaze falter for only a moment before you turned, giving the young Valkyrie a glare which shut her up, “Brunnhilde wouldn’t have partnered her sister up with a killer. Lots of people have killed others, it’s the way of warriors, you fight and kill to survive, or be killed yourself.”

-Jack was stunned, seeing you defend him while Hlokk shut up, her gaze falling before she apologized, having not thought about it that way before she hugged her sister, forgiving her before turning to Jack, “Make sure you rest- you always push yourself too hard!”

-Jack took the scolding with a small laugh, “Yes ma’am!” Hlokk pouted, her hands on her hips before she poked at his cheek, telling him not to sass her which made him laugh more.

-You remained quiet until he was completely taken care of and once he was in clean clothes, he bowed his head lightly to you, “And thank you, sir, for bringing me here.”

-Jack was not prepared for you to kneel before him, taking one of his hands in your own, “I would do anything for you, honorable one. Will you allow me to court you?”

-Everyone turned white in shock except for you, staring at you in shock before Jack stammered, his stoic and calm façade giving way to a bright red face and stammering voice, unsure about what was happening.

-Jack could see that you were completely serious, every color he could see blaring back at him, your unwavering eyes, you were serious.

-Jack once again hid his face behind his hat, not knowing what type of face he was making, which you did think was rather cute as Brunnhilde patted you both on the head like she was the mother of you both, “Congratulations, but before any wedding planning can happen, we need to focus on winning Ragnarok.”

-Jack stammered, embarrassed at the thought of wedding planning before you turned to the Valkyrie, “If I need to fight, call me, and I will.” She was stunned to see you looking so determined, especially after your initial hesitance, but agreed and the two sisters left.

-You offered a hand to Jack who did hesitate, something you noticed, but didn’t berate him on. You did realize how strong you did come onto him, but you were serious, never in your life and your afterlife did you ever find someone that you felt such a pull to, and by the way Jack was acting, he was in a similar boat, as he had never seen someone’s emotions towards him so clearly, it was… unsettling but also breathtaking.

-You invited Jack back to your room to rest and get something to eat and you were surprised when he agreed, but after you exited the room, you stepped to the side to give him his space, not wanting him to be uncomfortable, but when he grabbed your sleeve like he was a child, you were stunned.

-You could see his hesitance and you made a promise to yourself to not push him, you didn’t want to scare him away, but you had a feeling he wasn’t going to be so easily scared.

[mourningreveries]

FULL NAME: Arthur Fairfax SPECIES: Vampire AGE: 202 DATE OF BIRTH: October 14th, 1822 GENDER IDENTITY: Cis-Male NEIGHBORHOOD: Hidden Hills OCCUPATION: Writer WORKPLACE: His office in his house POSITIVE TRAITS: Intelligent, Creative, Pensive NEGATIVE TRAITS: Brooding, Reclusive, Private LENGTH OF TIME IN RAVEN’S PEAK: 10 years (Current Tenure) 128 Years (Total Tenure) FACE CLAIM: Henry Cavill

BIOGRAPHY

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Dissociative identity disorder, murder, death, fire, Jack The Ripper allusion

- Arthur Fairfax was born to the illustrious Fairfax family in 1822, in London England.

- Being raised in high society, Arthur was quick to grow deeply resentful of his social obligations, much preferring to immerse himself in books rather than in the company of others. This was in no small part due to the strange abnormalities of his appearance, the whiteness of his hair, and the yellowness of his eyes, causing him to be teased and ridiculed by his peers. From a very young age, Arthur had this dark voice that spoke to him from the back of his mind, urging him to inflict suffering on those who tormented him, to punish them for their actions. There were a few occasions in his childhood when he gave into this voice, and retaliated against the people who had wronged him, but he always felt heavy with guilt in the aftermath, and he quickly learned to ignore it, and keep tried heard to keep it buried within himself; but it was something that he would have to regularly contend with as he grew older.

- Arthur was young when he became interested in tales of the supernatural and the occult; an interest which was encouraged by his mother’s own interest in the topic, as well as their status as misfits; something which he felt he could relate to. As a result, he often sought out answers to the unanswerable questions.

- It was at the age of 12 that Arthur’s entire world went up in flames. The Fairfax Manor was mysteriously set alight, killing every member of his family. He only survived by sheer luck and coincidence, due to the fact he had snuck out of the manor for a midnight stroll the night of the fire being set. 

- Though the fire was investigated, no culprit was ever found. Nevertheless, with no where else to go, Arthur was sent to an orphanage, where he would stay until his eighteenth birthday when he inherited the entirety of the Fairfax fortune. Whilst in the orphanage, Arthur received his most abhorrent treatment, due to his unusualness, at the hands of the other children, which only served to cement his feeling of not belonging. And once again, he found himself giving in to the voice in the back of his mind as it urged him to get revenge, only to feel guilty by the suffering he had caused in doing so. And so, he once again tried to bury that part of himself. 

- After inheriting his family fortune, Arthur very easily could have lived his life very comfortably, never having to do a single thing, but his curiosity, in addition to his creative mind, refused to allow him to do so. With a large fortune at his disposal, he traveled all around the world, learning all that he could about different myths and legends in many different places. Throughout his decade of travels, he wrote a collection of stories, which, upon returning to London, he had published under a pen name. This began his career as a writer; one which continues to this day, albeit under a completely different pen name and writing style. 

- Unfortunately for Arthur, his fascination, curiosity, and feeling of kinship with the supernatural ultimately cost him his mortality. He had been a regular night time stroller since his youth, a practice fueled by a desire to catch a glimpse of those things that were supposed to only be myth, but on one particular night he got a lot more than he bargained for, when a vampire attacked and turned him. The reason for turning him? Well, Arthur never did get to find out, because before he had the chance to ask, something truly horrific happened. 

- Becoming a new vampire is almost never easy, but for Arthur, it was even worse than it is for most. That’s because that voice in the back of mind, the one that had whispered in his ear all throughout his life, urging him to inflict pain on the people who had wronged him, and that seemed to crave causing harm, had become magnified in his transition into being a vampire, and as a result, it gained an actual foothold within his psyche. Prior to transitioning, Arthur had been a man with a dark side he had fought to keep buried within himself, but now, his dark side had manifested itself into its own personality, it’s own identity, and even its own name: Alastair. Upon returning from the dead, Alastair seized the opportunity to take control and do what he had always desired to do: inflict misery on everyone who had wronged him, starting with the vampire who had turned him. 

As a result of his dark side taking control, his first few years after transitioning were unbelievably rough for Arthur, and for a time, Victorian London had more than one Ripper roaming the streets under the cover of the dark. Where Arthur didn’t want to hurt anyone, Alastair seemed to relish in it. All of the dark feelings within Arthur, all of the discomfort that had come about from years of being treated like a freak, feelings which he had harbored within himself, Alastair remembered, and when he took the reigns of control, he used all of it as fuel for his terrible deeds, only for Arthur to have to feel the unbearable weight of guilt for the things that he had done when he regained control again. But while this was almost unbearable for Arthur on a personal level, since the guilt was nearly enough to drive him into insanity, on a professional level, it actually served to inspire the best work he’d ever done. His horror-filled experience of not being in control of himself led to him writing works that were praised as brilliant and are still considered so to this very day, even if it was obvious to all who read them that they were the work of a tortured soul. 

- It’s hard to say how long his struggles would have persisted for, were it not for the intervention of another vampire who came passing through London in the mid 1880s. This vampire was, as it turns out, drawn to London because they were searching for a particular vampire with a penchant for violence and who took a great deal of pleasure in their bloodlust; the rumors of Arthur’s activities within the city had led them to think that he was the vampire they were searching for. When they discovered that he not only wasn’t the vampire they had been in pursuit of, but that he was a tortured soul who had another persona that existed within his mind, and who was responsible for all of his misdeeds, the vampire took pity on him, and, putting their own quest for vengeance on hold, stayed in London to help him find a way to take control back. It took a number of years, but eventually they were able to find a witch who created an elixir which, so long as Arthur stayed on top of drinking it, would keep Alastair from taking control over him. The nightmare was seemingly over, but London had become an entire city that did nothing but remind him of the worst things he’d ever done, and he found that he could no longer bear to stay there. So when the vampire who had saved him left to continue in their pursuit, he left to try and start anew somewhere else.

-This was what brought Arthur to Raven’s Peak the first time, and in a sense, it became his new home of permanence; despite the fact that he’s had to leave for decades at a time in order to maintain the illusion of his existence, it has always been with the intention of returning once it was safe to do so. The town represented new beginnings, and it was here that he began what would become a recurring practice of adopting a new pseudonym and writing style to continue his writing under an entirely new identity; the irony of which was far from lost on him.

- In the time since then, Arthur has more or less lived a quiet, rather reclusive life. He has written many successful novels, stories, poems, and plays, covering nearly every genre you can think of, under many different pen names and in different styles of writing, always in pursuit of achieving the same levels of greatness that he achieved during his dark period, but never quite reaching it. He’s left Raven’s Peak a number of times, as previously mentioned, to preserve the illusion and not call into question why he doesn’t age, but ever since he returned to the town most recently 10 years ago, he’s found that in Raven’s Peak, that illusion is more or less out the window anyway, and so he doesn’t intend to leave again. 

-All in all, he’s a reclusive writer who lives in the Old Fairfax Estate in Hidden Hills, and who believes himself to be entirely content in that. So what if he feels nagging pangs of loneliness in the pits of his stomach on a regular basis? So what if he feels the curiosity he fearlessly indulged in his youth calling him, begging to be indulged again? The truth is, he doesn’t trust himself; or, more accurately, he doesn’t trust his other self. Despite the fact that Alastair hasn’t come out to play in any significant way in decades by this point, Arthur is still terrified that one day the elixir will stop working, or that he’ll slip up and forget to take it, only to realize it too late. He doesn’t want to take any chances, because if he leaves the house, and Alastair takes control, then whatever his darker half does will be on him, and he doesn’t want to be responsible for unleashing a monster upon the world.

[homerjacksons]

Fluffy February - @fluffyfebruary Day 4: Learn Word Count: 870 Fandom: Ripper Street Pairing: Homer Jackson/Edmund Reid AO3

Reid didn’t know much about love. When he’d married Emily, he’d cared about her, certainly. At the time, he would have even argued he’d loved her. But their relationship, while fond at times, lacked the kind of passion he knew she’d longed for.

He’d loved Mathilda from the moment he’d laid eyes on her, even before he got to cradle her tiny body in his arms. It was a fierce, all-consuming love, a kind he’d never known he had in him. But he’d never been good at loving her in the way she needed, in the way she deserved, as though that love within him dried up the moment he had to act on it.

Miss Goren had been a distraction, a warm body, a passing infatuation and nothing more, something he was positive he should feel some level of guilt for, but couldn’t quite muster it.

To put it simply, he had begun to wonder if he was capable of the kind of love people wrote about, the kind of love that those who loved him deserved.

But then Captain Homer Jackson had swept him off his feet, quite literally; had made him feel all sorts of things that no one ever had before. And maybe that was just sex, maybe that was just Jackson’s own experience and passion combining, but the effect it had left on Reid was fierce and burning, like a fire had been lit inside his chest and he hadn’t realised just how cold he’d been beforehand..

Reid didn’t know much about love, but he was determined to learn.

Which was how he found himself at Jackson’s front door with a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of the doctor’s favourite whiskey clutched behind his back, heart threatening to beat out of his chest.

Jackson answered the door with only his trousers on, cigarette hanging from his mouth, looking rather more worse for wear than Reid had been counting on, yet it somehow worked for him anyway, sending his mouth dry and his knees weak.

“Reid? You okay?”

Reid swallowed thickly, trying to find the words, but he couldn’t quite manage to form them, couldn’t quite make himself say anything of any meaning. Christ, how do normal people do this?

“Jesus, Reid,” Jackson whispered, practically dragging Reid inside, depositing him in a chair before closing the door behind them. “You look like—“ he stopped, noticing the flowers and whiskey clutched in Reid’s hands so tightly his knuckles were white.

Then he did the worst possible thing he could do—he laughed. It was a rich, full, side-splitting laugh that, under any other circumstances, would have had Reid’s own lips twitching as he tried to contain his own smile. Instead, he felt wretched. He dropped both gifts to the ground in favour of covering his face with his hands.

“You tryna woo me, Reid?” Jackson teased, but there was enough warmth in his tone for Reid to look up, to meet his gaze.

“That appears to be the case,” he conceded, trying to keep his tone measured. “Though I may have misstepped. I, ah…”

“Nah,” Jackson said with a grin, sauntering towards Reid. “The flowers are a bit much, but the whiskey’s a sure way into my heart.”

“Yeah?” Reid couldn’t help the hope that flooded his voice, flooded his whole being.

Jackson straddled him, discarding his cigarette before cupping Reid’s face between both of his hands. “Yeah.”

“I have no idea what I’m doing,” Reid confessed in a whisper, eyelids fluttering closed as Jackson traced a thumb across his cheekbone.

Jackson leaned in, ghosting his lips across Reid’s before moving along his jaw.. “I know,” he whispered, breath ghosting across Reid’s ear causing goosebumps to break out across his skin. “S’kinda why I like it.”

Reid laughed. He couldn’t help himself. He felt so decidedly unsexy, so utterly out of his depth, that he couldn’t begin to imagine how any of that could be a turn on for Jackson. Jackson, who was so sure of himself, so experienced in matters of sex and love and all it entailed, who wore his heart on his sleeve because he didn’t know how else to be. Jackson, who was everything Reid wasn't, somehow found his shortcomings attractive. If he didn’t know any better, he would assume it was a joke.

“You don’t gotta be someone you’re not. You don’t gotta pretend,” Jackson insisted, resting back a little so he could look Reid in the eye. “I like you just as you are.”

“I like you just as you are, too,” he whispered, pulling Jackson closer so he could bury his face in the other man’s neck, breathe him in.

“I sure as hell hope so,” Jackson rasped against his ear, grinding down into his lap just enough to make him gasp. “‘Cause I don’t plan on changing.”

“I’ll learn,” Reid muttered, already feeling himself close to coming undone, just from this alone. “I’ll learn how to— how to—“

Jackson cut him off with a searing kiss, angling his hips just so, making Reid tremble beneath him. Reid could feel Jackson’s grin against his lips and he groaned, letting his head fall back.

“Seems to me you’re doin’ just fine.”

[dearmahiru-archive]

Hiii :3 For the Milgram ask game: 5, 14, 19 for Mahiru and 9, 12, 16 for Shidou?

omg hi hi hello hello :3c

5. favorite voice drama line/moment?

Mahiru: Kotoko-chan’s acts aren’t a problem, either. I think she’s fighting for her own cause as well. So I don’t blame her. Because I also think that I… that my love isn’t wrong. I don’t want to be shamed for my love.

Mahiru: Yeah. Es-kun, you’re working so hard… You’re doing great. Es: …! Mahiru: …Oh my… are you crying? Es-kun… Es: I’m not! Mahiru: You’re putting up a tough front.

(*kicking, crying, sliding down the wall dramatically, banging my head on the wall, ripping my hair out, screaming, punching air, rolling in dirt, eating sand angrily*)

i am so normal about this :) i expected mahiru's second voice drama to lean in thick on guilt-tripping and having mahiru be bitter but no. not only does she not get angry but instead she just forgives everyone involved. what the actual fuck

14. any headcanons on their appearance?

went :0 when i saw this question and went to go finish this little edit i was working on! i really really love the idea of mahiru having tan skin and her being a gyaru when she was a younger. i was actually hoping to make some blasian edits for the milgram cast (since i'm blasian!) but i'm a bit worried about being sent hate </3

19. what do you think their childhood/teenage years were like?

well you see (*shuffles through seven pages worth of self-projection*) it all started when she was born─

kidding kidding! i imagine that, during her years at an all-girls school, mahiru was apart of a popular clique but felt detached from them because they often took advantage of her. coupled with her sheltered upbringing, depression, and insecurities, this manifested in her strong desire to feel and give love to someone.

i also like to think teenage mahiru's hair was a little bit longer!

9. do you forgive/not forgive their crime on its own?

oh god this is another hard one─ um. i feel like if i was asked this about a real life person then my initial reaction would be, "this should not be my business." it feels so deeply personal to the people involved in the case that my input would feel grossly inappropriate.

i will say yes if only because it was for love. because, if asked if you could forgive someone's murder if it was out of a love, wouldn't you naturally want to forgive them? shidou's entire case is so messy but if i forgive mahiru for her twisted perspective of love that hurt people then i can surely forgive shidou. though, i do understand why someone else wouldn't be able to forgive him.

12. what do you wish would be discussed more often about them in the fandom?

hm, i'm not quite sure if there's any more discussions to mine? out of all of the characters i think shidou's treated mostly fairly, just plagued with the organ harvesting theory and amane discourse.

i personally would love to see more discussions about mahiru and shidou's parallels! i adore the similarities between fuuta and mu, so it saddens me that i don't know enough about shidou's character to draw the same for shidou/mahiru. if anyone wants to enlighten me i'd be thrilled!

OH AND THE JACK THE RIPPER REFERENCE IN HIS NAME!! it's very funny to me he's the only character who, to my knowledge, references an serial killer. buddy my bud are you good.

16. how do you think they actually sing in regular life?

boooring answer i imagine his voice would be similar, he'd just be more amateurish and hit the same notes as easily. i love this question though because it popped up the image in my head of shidou being taken to a mixer and awkwardly trying to do karaoke.

[salvatoraes]

“ do you scowl often?”

lips purse to the side a little, " i don't scowl ... i prefer the term brood. although, i don't really like that either. "

[perseephoneee]

This might seem kind of odd, but how about a Kai one-shot where the British male reader is the infamous serial killer Jack the Ripper? Reader became a vampire in the Whitechapel District in the 1800’s and went on a killing spree, eventually being given the nickname Jack the Ripper. Fast forward a few decades, and he’s presumed dead because nobody knew he was a vampire. When some random witches find out he’s alive, he’s sent to the 1994 prison world as punishment for his crimes. He meets Kai, and they become boyfriends. This takes place before Damon and Bonnie get to the 1994 prison world. 

answering this as a headcanon bc a fic idea is not coming to me right now but I LOVE THIS CONCEPT??!

so you're a vampire (obviously), and like a lot of vampires, morality kind of becomes iffy for you

i mean why not? you're immortal. you can't be killed easily. and humans are just oh so delightful to mess with.

and "messing with them" is what you end up doing, to the point where in your hometown of Whitechapel District 1800's, they start calling you Jack the Ripper.

your crimes are infamous, you're the OG of most serial killers, and frankly you're proud of it.

you had nothing else to do with your time, so why not become famous? even if it was for murdering folks.

APPARENTLY THOUGH some people didn't like that (those people you found to suck the life out of things, no pun intended)

so when the Gemini coven heard that you migrated to their side of town, they set to make sure you wouldn't hurt anyone again.

of course, you still managed to snag a few before they whisked you away ;)

where did you go? a fucking prison world. what a joke.

enter kai parker.

your first thoughts of him? he talks too much. wayyy too much.

but also, he's a totally sociopath. physically incapable of feeling guilt (a walking DSM example). so on that ground, you kind of bond.

and through that bond, you start to actually tolerate his presence a little more. why? because he's cute, and agrees with you, something you haven't experienced in centuries.

when did you fall in love? when you both shared the same atrocious act you both committed.

"I killed my family, and let my sister escape for some reason. Maybe I felt slightly bad, but not really…it just didn’t feel–” “Poetic?” you answer, the whiskey an icy flame on your tongue as you take a sip. Kai turned to look at you with a slight grin on his face, as if, for the first time, someone heard his thoughts and truly understood them. “I get it. I killed my family after they figured out what I was doing. I thought I was doing them a favor, saving them from the world and it’s messed up morals.” “Mine just never liked me,” Kai huffed, sitting up and grabbing some discarded snack he left on the table. You were lounging around someone’s living room, a fire blistering in the darkness. “Being a siphon makes you an outcast for the good ol’ Geminis.” “Fuck the Geminis,” you laugh, turning towards your companion. “They just didn’t get the chance to hear your eloquent sense of humor.” “Finally admitting I have a sense of humor,” Kai said, throwing a chip in his mouth. “You’re growing soft on me.” “For you? Anything.”

You kissed for the first time that night by the fire, and it was the first time you’ve felt anything. 

You’ve felt glee, anger, and satisfaction but never pure happiness at the person next to you. 

Despite Kai never experiencing complete forms of love, he appreciated you all the same and was open to it. Decades spent in a prison world, made him finally okay with opening up to someone. 

It made you wish that Kai had been there all those years ago when you were first turned, because how could you have missed out on your perfect person all this time? The first person to see you and not be ashamed of what you’ve done or what you believe, to just support you wholeheartedly. 

You made a vow to never let go of him, no matter the stakes. 

So when good ol’ Damon and Bonnie finally show up, you know that you’ll hijack their ride with Kai no matter the cost. You weren’t leaving him behind.

[pinkthick]

Maybe a monster

Pairing: Simon Petrikov/Betty Grof

Simon Petrikov & Marceline

Summary: Simon stood in the corner of the cold, sterile room, tears silently streaming down his face. He felt like a monster, he didn't want to hurt anyone. All he wanted was for the gnawing hunger to go away. He knew he didn't think clearly in those moments, his instincts taking over, but the guilt and despair he felt were overwhelming. He exhaled sharply, the rush of emotions making his head hurt.

Warnings: OKAY GUYS TW!!

This chapter will contain stabbing, a lot of blood and a person’s death. Please do not read it if you can’t handle this kind of things.

Noah led Betty into a small, dimly lit room, where he offered her a cup of coffee. Betty didn't take it, and her hesitation was clear and Noah understood her unease and set the coffee aside. Betty finally voiced the question that had been nagging at her since she discovered Noah's true identity. "So you aren't a librarian?"

Noah chuckled softly, "If somebody asks, I am one. Not a vampire hunter. We maintain a low profile for a reason."

Betty couldn't help but scoff at the absurdity of it all and asked, "Since when are you even doing this?"

Noah sighed and began to explain, "Not long after I finished high school. My whole family were vampire hunters. It's a legacy I couldn't escape, and when I saw the darkness that vampires could bring, I decided to follow in their footsteps. It's a life filled with risks, but it's the only way we can keep people safe from these supernatural threats."

Betty blinked in surprise, but decided to drop the subject since her mind was solely focused on Simon.

Betty couldn't ignore the pressing matter any longer. "So about Simon..." she began, her voice laced with concern. "Why is he exactly held here?"

Noah inhaled sharply, knowing that this conversation was inevitable. "We call them newborns vampires, as you heard my superior call Simon. They are harder to manage, and it's more difficult for them to control their instincts. It's essential that he doesn't gain a taste for human blood, so he doesn't become dangerous."

Betty's eyes widened at the implication, and she asked with trepidation, "Did he... did he kill someone?”

Noah hesitated but then lied, "No, he didn't. But he did bite someone, and it takes some time to make him actually like animal blood."

Betty's eyes bore into Noah's as she pressed further. "But he's not held here just for that, right?"

Noah knew that it wasn’t really time to share more of the complex truth, even if it might raise more questions than answers. "Well, no. Look, Betty, it's complicated."

Betty leaned in her chair, determination and curiosity etched on her face. "I've got nothing but time," she said, her unwavering commitment to understanding Simon's situation shining through.

Noah sighed and continued, "The problem with turned vampires is that they could lose their humanity."

Betty furrowed her brow in confusion. "What do you mean?”

Noah continued, "The ones that are born as vampires are born with their nature, so they don't lose their humanity because they were supposed to be vampires. However, when a human is turned into a vampire, it becomes more complicated because they weren't originally meant to be one. It's a constant struggle for them to maintain their human side, and it's why we have to be so careful with Simon right now."

“I don’t—“

Noah's expression turned more serious as he interrupted her, "At some point, turned vampires can even lose or turn off their emotions. It's a side effect of the transformation, and it's one of the reasons why we're so vigilant in keeping them from going down that path.”

Betty leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. "So what are these vampires even called?"

“Rippers. Unlike the average vampire, the enjoyment of hunting and terrorizing humans are far more entertaining to rippers, as they destroy the lives and sever the limbs of humans without hesitation or remorse.”

Betty's eyes widened with concern as she asked, "So they like to kill?"

Noah let out a bitter scoff. "They adore it. And that's the scary part, isn't it?”

Simon found himself in that stark, white room, illuminated by harsh fluorescent lights again, his gaze fixated on his trembling hands. He barely looked up when the woman entered, along with a guard. The woman's voice pierced the silence.

"When was your last meal?" she asked as usual, a hint of cruelty in her tone.

Simon's voice was barely a whisper as he replied, "Yesterday."

The woman chuckled in a chilling manner. "Perfect."

With a cold and calculated motion, she took a knife and Simon already knew what was coming. She needed him to be more vulnerable since vampires relied on blood to heal. Simon didn’t move as needle-sharp bolts shot through his ribs, his teeth clenching so hard his jaw ached. His body trembled and sweat dripped down his forehead as he groaned. When he inhaled, another flash of pain had him seeing double as his head throbbed and his abdomen felt like it had been cut in two. Maybe it was. He was clutching his injured side as his vision blackened a bit and waves of agony seared through his body again.

The woman then turned to the guard, took his palm, and made a deep cut, blood dripping onto the pristine white floor. She watched Simon's reaction closely. In the past, he would have attacked immediately, but this time, he was holding his injured side, breathing heavily, his claws extended, fangs exposed, and his eyes glowing red.

The woman asked again, "Do you want to drink from him?"

Simon grunted through clenched teeth, his self-control impressive given the circumstances. "..No."

The woman's voice was taunting as she leaned closer to Simon, taking the hand of the guard in hers. She asked once more, "Are you sure?"

Simon closed his eyes, the scent of the guard's blood making his mouth water, but he fought against his instincts and replied with effort, "I'm sure."

The woman smirked and instructed the guard to leave. Another guard entered the room, holding a bag of animal blood. He threw it in Simon's direction, and in a heartbeat, the vampire in him took over. Simon seized the bag and, like a wild animal, pierced it with his fangs, drinking the blood in a frenzy. Once he had drained the bag, he heard the woman's voice, dripping with sarcasm. "I was going to say well done, but you're still feral Petrikov.”

Simon, overwhelmed with frustration and anger, insulted her “чертова шлюха” his words sharp and biting. However, the woman simply raised an eyebrow, showing no reaction to his outburst.

She turned to leave the room, her words cold and calculated. "I'm doing this for you to get better. We don't want you to try to put them back together again, the pieces of that human, I mean."

Simon snapped in protest, "That's not what happened."

But the woman just chuckled and locked the door with a simple touch of her finger, leaving Simon in the sterile room, alone with his thoughts again. That’s not what happened.

His throat burned with thirst, hunger was like an intrusive thought: something unpleasant, unwelcome and involuntary for a newly turned vampire which invaded his mind again and again.

There was a tipsy man and he sensed something behind him the moment Simon descended to the sidewalk. He whirled around in confusion and alarm. He was scared, and his mind craved to know what danger had seemingly fallen from the sky.

Then he spotted Simon’s full body silhouette, by now, he was panicking. His hands were trembling and his heart was pounding as he started to jog. After a while, when nothing more happened, the man slowed down to a walk. Just as he thought maybe he'd imagined those things. Suddenly, there was a chuckle from behind him.

He turned around to see a tall man smirking at him. He had long, black hair and, he was horrified to see, dangerous, blood red eyes.

Simon cocked his head to the side and studied the man.

“Fuck off man!" He whirled around in the other direction and ran as fast as he could.

The man looked back to see where Simon was and saw no one. He thought he had lost him but as he turned around, there Simon stood, about three metres in front of him. Suddenly an ice-cold hand gripped his shoulder and pushed him into the alley’s wall.

Simon slammed the man's face against the trunk of the tree, crushing the man's nose that it broke and blood dripped everywhere. Simon spun him around to face him and pushed his back into the tree. The man looked up at Simon and saw a hungry glint in his eye.

“Please let me go!” He pleaded. Simon didn’t care, the scent of blood was all too consuming. Instead he opened his mouth to reveal two sharp, white fangs. The man screamed and Simon grabbed his hair and pulled the man's head back, exposing his neck. Simon then leaned in, the man cried out for help as agonising pain punctured his carotids.

Simon’s first victim took a deep, rib-cracking breath and howled out, "Help! Somebody please!"

There was nothing but silence to greet his cries.

Simon groaned as his thirst was quenched while the man began to limp. What remained of his humanity stopped him from sucking the man dry. Simon stepped back when he regained his senses but it was mostly guilt.

He ran back to the man and applied pressure on his neck to stop the bleeding, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."

Simon stood in the corner of the cold, sterile room, tears silently streaming down his face. He felt like a monster, he didn't want to hurt anyone. All he wanted was for the gnawing hunger to go away. He knew he didn't think clearly in those moments, his instincts taking over, but the guilt and despair he felt were overwhelming. He exhaled sharply, the rush of emotions making his head hurt.

His body was fully healed, from the injuries he had sustained, and he could feel the strength returning to his limbs, but his mind felt broken. Simon leaned his head against the cold, white wall, finding a fleeting moment of respite.

Simon allowed himself to believe, even if just for a moment, that everything was going to be okay. He desperately clung to that hope.

Notes: Hope you guys enjoyed this lmao 😜 As usual, if you guys have any ideas or want to change something in this chapter I will hear you out. Still trying to make Simon and Betty’s past somehow more angsty (even if we do go a bit far from the canon which I desperately hope you guys don’t mind).

Next chapter will be with Marcy and Simon, but it’s going to take awhile since I have some important tests this week, but after that I’m back at it.😎

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not trying to start problems or be mean to anon if they're being honest but it kind of seems like they're trying to guilt you into not writing smut and justify it with the later messages (you don't have to answer this if you don't feel like it, but after a bunch of drama that hit my writing blog for both writing smut and ace fics, there's no winning, I hope this all doesn't get to you)

Oh, I 100% intend to keep writing what I want to write. And that includes all my terribly indulgent smexy things. I’m hoping this has all just been a round of good ol’ fashioned Internet Misunderstandings, but even if not, I have no plans to alter what I want to write. Tag it, certainly! Gotta give all those lil peppers their use. But still with the intent of pumping out plenty of Bodice-Ripper Trope levels of Garbage 😉

But thank you!!! I do genuinely appreciate everyone popping up and being so sweet about all this.

[malka-lisitsa]

Verse: Polymayhem (Katherine has two husbands)

General disclaimer: This verse is for fun and for exploring a dynamic everyone involved found interesting- this verse will be highly canon divergent and will not make sense at all in canon bc yes Katherine has a child and its not Nadia. If things like this do not fit in your canon and you are gonna get triggered about it, might be easiest just not to read past the break, mkay pumpkin?

Verse heavily affiliated with: @baby-royalty @ripper-royalty and @retconned-royalty

In 1864 Katherine did actually manage to get BOTH of the Salvatores out of there with her. Both were turned in the process as their dad did still shoot them, and later Stefan lost control and went back to kill him.

Upon finding out he was a ripper, Katherine started to help him gain control. To work with and through his animalistic ripper side.

Over the years the three of them were in a relationship, and very much in love- however this did not stop the rivalry between brothers for Katherine's affection. Damon specifically upon turning vampire got MUCH more jealous and insecure. All three of them were on again off again for decades depending on how badly the rivalry between brothers got. (it wasnt ALL Damon, just a very large portion)

Despite being at each other's throats the brothers did love Katherine more than anything, and she loves them just as much- BOTH OF THEM.

Hop and a skip down memory lane and at some point all the stars aligned and one of the salvatores managed to knock up their favourite foxy little vampire and let me tell you, the emotional impact that had on EVERYONE.

It terrified Katherine, and while she completely contemplated it for a second she couldnt bring herself to do anything but come to terms with the fact that she was going to have another child. Racked with guilt for everything involving Nadia Katherine had incredible mixed feelings.

She was a nightmare while pregnant if anyone was wondering.

Once she had the kid, a daughter, Elizabeth Nadia Petrova-Salvatore; it took Katherine six months before she broke down and ran away, leaving Stefan and Damon to raise Lizzy for an undetermined amount of time. This would not be the first or the last time Katherine ran away from being a mother. Damon always tries to chase her, he does not agree with Stefan's 'you know she'll come back just give her space' logical and healthy reasoning.

Stefan is, however right. Because no matter how long it takes her, Katherine is two things- never that far away, and never gone forever.

Katherine's relationship with her daughter (on Lizzy's side) never seems to waiver. Katherine could be gone for years and she sometimes IS- and Lizzy will just know instantly who she is even as a toddler.

And when she IS there and she IS present, Katherine is a wonderful mother. Shes playful, cuddly, and sweet with Lizzy... she just gets overwhelmed and scared. Remember Klaus is still out there... and all of the guilt she has about Nadia... Theres a lot to unpack for her, but shes TRYING and her daughter and her husbands love her enough to keep trying to reach her. They know she tries, they know shes scared.

It HAS come up multiple times between the three of them which brother is the father. Katherine claims she doesnt know when she absolutely does, but she dodges the answer by simply saying "You're both her father, what does it matter which one of you she sprung out of? At the end of the day, youre both her father, she is a Salvatore. Isnt that enough?"

The same answer she would ever give Lizzy if her daughter asked.

The family is little, and broken, but they're all people who are capable of, and do consistently love with all of their being... Lizzy is in no short supply of unconditional love.