#I'm so sorry about this

[lizleeships]

...Looks like Naomi's gotta go reset the brainwashing screwdriver again.

I'm almost positive someone has done this before (and loads better), but it's all I could think about during my recent Ignore-Reality-And-Watch-TV-Season 8 rewatch. To be fair, there are so many K-words. Cas could easily get confused with so many Deans around.

--------

My Patreon | My Ko-Fi

[creechurfeature]

Soundwave lost a bet...

[nerdmutant]

[baron-fromthebaronies]

Everytime I write something as Baron I try to read it in his accent but it always end up going into a German accent and all I can think about is:

"No, little German boy! Don't become a living nightmare and torment the bad kids!"

"Oh mein gott! I am going to break through das mirror und kill mein roëmænce partnær!"

[karamel-pop]

Ted @ AM:

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Halloween chapter 11

Note: so, uh, this came out way earlier than expected. I'm sorry about that and sorry for what you're about to read. please read this post before you read this fic.

Warnings: angst, mention of blood, death, injuries. There are other possible triggers but I cannot state them because it will spoil the entire fic, so please proceed with caution if you have been triggered by earlier chapters of this fic.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: Something had changed between you and Sihtric.

wordcount: 3,3k

Masterlist

Sihtric woke up, completely oblivious of the time as his room was darkened and quiet. He felt his wrists ache, a reminder of the metal chains he had been restrained with before he fell asleep. He liked it when you chained him up, because you did it so carefully and gently, making sure he wasn't harmed in the process, but he always felt he had been tugging at the chains a day later. He turned around in bed, wanting to pull your body against his but he couldn't find you next to him. He whined softly, hugging the sheets instead, and he smiled when he remembered how your lips had felt against his after you had restrained him. He tossed and turned a few times, not being able to fall asleep again now that you weren't next to him anymore, and he then got out of bed.

He smiled when he found you sitting at his table, drinking tea, and he took a seat across from you.

'How are your wrists today?' you asked compassionately.

'Not too bad,' Sihtric said and held his hands out to you, showing the bruising on his skin.

'Poor thing,' you whispered at the sight and gave him a faint smile, 'it's like the full Moon changes you. It looks like you tried to break out of the chains.'

'I only break out of rope.'

'I bet,' you smiled, 'that's why we don't use rope on you.'

'There's no fun in rope,' he chuckled.

'You remain a mystery, Sihtric,' you said sweetly, 'now, tell me about the dreams you've had.'

Sihtric looked at you for a moment, puzzled, but then remembered how the last thing you had discussed before you had him chained up was that he had been having vivid dreams lately, and he shook his head lightly as he recalled them.

'The dreams,' he said, 'I don't believe they were just dreams.'

'Then what do you believe they are?'

'You'll think I'm insane,' he mumbled.

'Try me.'

Sihtric looked at you, quietly, contemplating if he was going to tell you what he truly believed. He was afraid he'd scare you off, despite all the things you'd been through with him already. Something felt different today, but he didn't know what. He noticed you were a little distant lately, and waking up without you next to him had already unsettled him to start with. He couldn't point out what the problem was and he was afraid that telling you about the dreams he's had lately would only push you away further. But he also loved you and couldn't lie to you. And you knew that too, so when you saw he looked troubled this morning, even more so than usual, you knew it would be a matter of time before he'd open up to you. And so you waited patiently for him to speak.

'Why are you sitting so far away from me, love?'

'It's just better to keep some distance right now, Sihtric. I'm sorry, but after yesterday...' you sighed, 'just, please talk to me… what about those dreams?'

'I believe these so-called dreams I've had lately are more,' he paused and rubbed his eyes, then sighed, 'a reality of sorts. Like… it's more than a dream. It connects us.'

'Us?'

'Yes, us. You and me, sweet thing.'

Sihtric smiled softly and you felt yourself blush, his charm always got to you and swept you off your feet, even when he sometimes frightened you.

'So I'm not sure they are dreams,' he continued, 'it seems to me they are bits and pieces of… of previous lives we've had.'

'Previous lives?' you frowned, 'that we had? Together you mean?'

'Yes,' Sihtric said and took your hand, 'don't you feel it too? The connection we have?'

'Sure,' you chuckled, 'but previous lives? I'm not sure how I feel about that. What did we do in those previous lives then?'

'Well… in one life we met and fell in love, but I was a- a vampire,' he mumbled, realising how stupid he just sounded.

'A… vampire? You believe in-'

'I know,' he said quickly, 'I know how that sounds. But just hear me out…'

You listened carefully when Sihtric told you about the "dreams" he had as of late. He told you how he had killed you as a vampire and how it had tormented him. How he had accepted his death and how he found you again in a next life, in which you were a maid and he was cast out from the village. You fell in love again, as you were supposed to, but he was cursed and one simple kiss would lead to your death. But you had loved him and so you decided to follow him into death, hoping to be together forever, but there was no such thing and Sihtric said he then found you again, in another life, where he was a musician and about to get married to you when he was shot right in front of you. And Sihtric told you how it all seemed connected. He pointed out how the chandelier that almost killed you, when you were a maid, resembled that time when Sihtric's chandelier fell down from his ceiling one morning in his home, after Skade had cursed you at the party. He explained how his blood kink is probably related to his previous life as the blood sucking vampire that killed you, or that maybe he was simply a descendant of the Vampire of Bebbanburg. He told you about his deal with the Devil and that maybe that also had something to do with your past lives and your connection. He wasn't sure about it all yet as he was still figuring it out himself, but none of that mattered to him.

'What matters,' Sihtric said as he lightly stroked your hand with his thumb, 'is that we're meant to be, little bat. We were always meant to be.'

You pulled your hand away from him and jumped up, almost knocking over your chair. You grabbed your bag and coat before you made haste out the door, leaving Sihtric behind, who was baffled, confused and most of all heartbroken that you had left without a word. What he had been afraid of had just happened, he figured he had truly scared you this time, maybe for good. 

But he didn't know that the real reason you left like that was because you couldn't show him the tears in your eyes or let him hear the lump in your throat when you'd speak, because you were in love with him and it frightened you. Everything frightened you after the things he told you, because you believed him. You believed everything he said and you believed he wasn't insane. But you were scared. So you just left him that morning and didn't see him again until several days later.

Sihtric looked absolutely stunning when you found him sitting on his bed, leaning back on his elbows, his hair freshly shaved again on one side while his curls still graced the other side. You thought he was always stunning and he always took your breath away, which is exactly what made him so dangerous. He was always sweet and charming, and he was different from everyone else you ever met before, in every possible way. But you weren't blind to the horrors that were part of him and you had grown very concerned lately.

Sihtric jumped up from the bed when he saw you, and he immediately wrapped his arms around you.

'Little bat,' he breathed as he held you, relief washing over him, 'I've missed you so much. I was afraid you wouldn't come back.'

'Sihtric,' you chuckled and took a step back, 'we went over this already, we have to keep our distance.'

You smiled kindly at him and he cupped your cheeks, ignoring what you just said, and he pulled your face to his and locked his lips with yours. Your eyes were wide open and you gave him a light shove, pushing him away from you.

'Sihtric!' you gasped and quickly looked back over your shoulder, making sure you were truly alone, 'stop… stop doing that.'

Sihtric stared at you, confused, and he scoffed. 'What are you talking about? Since when can't I kiss you anymore?'

'You just can't do that!' you hissed and quickly closed the door to his room.

'My love,' he laughed softly and took your face in his hands again, 'you're not making any sense right now,' he whispered and kissed you once more.

You desperately wanted to fight it, but your need and lust for him was too strong and you allowed yourself to kiss him back. Finally. Sihtric couldn't remember the last time you had kissed each other like that, as you had barely seen each other lately and he didn't know what had changed between the two of you. You just seemed to disappear sometimes and he knew you were busy with work, so he didn't make a point out of it, but his heart ached when you weren't with him and he had longed for you gravely.

'My queen,' Sihtric breathed in between kisses and he picked you up in his arms, 'to be without you is a punishment,' he whispered and seated you upon the table, positioning himself between your thighs, 'and not the kind of punishment I enjoy,' he sighed and moved his hands up in your hair, kissing you eagerly and deeply.

'Sihtric,' you murmured against his lips, but he silenced you with a passionate kiss before you could say another word.

The kiss became more heated, his fingers squeezing your thighs while your hands were on his neck, getting lost in his touch, his taste and his scent. You both ran out of breath and he shoved your skirt up while you pulled his white shirt to keep him close.

'I want you,' he almost growled, 'I need to feel you so bad, my angel,' he peppered your neck with soft and wet kisses, 'I've missed you so, it's been unbearable. I need you-'

'Sihtric,' you choked on his name as he left a love bite just below your ear, 's-stop,' you mumbled, 'you… you have to stop.'

'Why?' he chuckled, 'you're mine, aren't you?' he hummed and captured you in another kiss, until you pushed him away again and jumped off the table.

You adjusted your skirt and quickly hid the mark he had left with your hair, then cleared your throat and tried to compose yourself again. But your flushed cheeks betrayed your desire for him.

'I… I don't understand,' Sihtric said, confused, 'why… why can't I-'

'Sihtric,' you said quietly, 'who do you think I am?'

'What?' he scoffed, 'you're mine… you're… you're my love,' he said, but then uncertainty began to sound in his voice, 'my… my little bat. You're mine. Honey, I don't understand what is going on-'

'Where do you think you are?'

'What?' he gazed at you, confused, 'we're home… right? We're home, baby. Why are you-'

'Who do you think you are?'

Sihtric scoffed again and tears began to well up in his eyes as a feeling of panic crept into his body.

'I… I don't understand,' he said softly, 'you're scaring me, love, why are you asking all these questions?'

'Tell me who you are,' you whispered, fighting your own emotions as you watched Sihtric slowly spiral in front of you.

'I'm… I'm Sihtric,' he shrugged, not understanding what was going on with you, 'it's me, darling.'

'How did we meet?'

'What?'

'How did we meet, Sihtric?'

'We… we met almost half a year ago,' he said, doubt painting his face, 'at the… at the Halloween fair.'

'At the fair,' you repeated, 'and then what happened?'

'Uhtred and Gisela set us up. We connected right away and it felt like we've known each other forever,' he smiled and lightly touched your cheek, 'which we have, my darkness, I'm sure of it.'

You swallowed hard and took a step back, colliding into the table behind you and you had to compose yourself again. Sihtric looked at you with pain and confusion in his eyes after you backed away from him, his wild eyes darting all over you while tears blurred his sight.

'Go on,' you said.

'I… I took you on a date,' his voice trembled, 'we went on a date, sweet thing, don't you remember? I took you… I took you ghost hunting, out in the woods, at the old Willow house.'

'The Willow house?' you asked bewildered, 'Sihtric-'

'We were attacked, which turned out to be another trick from Skade,' he talked over you, 'I told you I had been there before and made recordings and that nothing ever attacked me before.'

'Recordings?'

'Yes, I told you I'd show you the ghost recordings I made.'

'And did you show me?'

'What? Don't be so silly, my love,' Sihtric said, 'you know we never got to it because of everything else that happened. But I have them… I… I have them in my library. But after that attack we went to your home,' he took your hands and sniffled, 'and… and we kissed and we made love.'

'Made love?'

'Yes,' he whispered and cupped your cheeks, then leaned his forehead against yours, 'we made so much love, my angel. Whenever we could, because we were so in love. And aren't we still?' he murmured against your lips, 'aren't we?'

You opened your mouth to speak but Sihtric kissed you again while tears prickled in your eyes, and it took all your strength to push him away once again.

'Stop this. You have to stop this. You know we can't… you can't kiss me like that,' you whispered, 'you'll end up restrained again.'

'But I like it when you restrain me, sweet thing,' he smiled slyly, 'you know I like it.'

He leaned in to kiss you again, but you stopped him. 

'Don't,' you said, 'why do you always get like this when the Moon is full.'

'Like what?' he wondered.

'Sihtric…'

'What, my love? Like what?'

'So caught up in your head.'

'What?' Sihtric looked at you, his eyes desperate for an answer that would make him understand why you were being so cold and distant. 

'Sweetheart,' you whispered, 'tell me again, where do you think you are?'

'Home,' he said, clearly becoming agitated with your endless confusing questions. 

'Sihtric, look around,' you said calmly, 'is this your home?'

You watched him look away from you and around the room you were in. His eyes grew bigger with each passing second and you heard his breathing become unsteady. Sihtric took in the bright white walls he was in between, which were so bright in the hard led lights that it hurt his mismatched eyes. He noticed how the white walls were completely empty, apart from one mirror which was completely painted black, and the room was just as empty as the walls. He only had a single person bed, one cabinet and a table with two chairs. The windows were closed and barred with iron on the outside, and his bed had wrist and ankle restraints attached to them, but those clearly weren't for pleasure. And he began to panic.

'W-where are we?'

'I'm sorry,' you said, 'but this is not your home, Sihtric. Not your real home at least.'

Sihtric stared at you in silence, then at his clothes, white jeans and a white shirt, and then he finally snapped as he suddenly recognised his attire.

'What do you mean!?' he shouted.

'Don't raise your voice!' you hissed and stepped towards him, 'don't shout, please, they will hear you.'

'Who!?' he shouted, 'who will hear me?!'

'The other patients,' you said as quietly as possible, 'and when the patients can hear you, the guards can hear you too-'

'Guards? What g-'

'Shh!' you took his wrists carefully, 'be quiet, or they will restrain you again.'

'What? No! No, you restrained me last night. You did!'

'Be quiet!' you urged him, 'I did not restrain you, the guards did after you freaked out in the shared living room. You were shouting in Latin towards the old fire place, at nothing. Sihtric,' you shook him, 'you are not home. Don't you get it?'

'Get what?'

'You're at the Willow house.'

'What? No, no that's impossible,' Sihtric scoffed, 'that place is haunted. We've… we've been there, we walked the hallways together, don't you remember?' he broke and began to cry, 'why don't you remember us?'

'Listen to me,' you said and took his face, 'you are at the Willow house. Yes, we walked through these hallways together. We really did. But, Sihtric,' you held back a sob, 'we never went ghost hunting. The Willow house is a psychiatric hospital, and you are a patient. You've been committed here years ago by your ex-wife. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry,' you said as you could tell he was falling apart on the inside now that it began to dawn on him, 'I've been your doctor since October.'

'No… no,' Sihtric cried, 'but we… we kissed… we...'

'We did. You kissed me when we met and claimed you've been looking for me everywhere your whole life. You're not supposed to touch me, and that first kiss led you to be locked in the basement, chained to the wall. That is not allowed, and I'm sorry it happened but I can't stop the shady shit that goes on in this place.'

'Stop it,' he said and raked his hand through his hair, pulling his curls as he felt his sanity leave his body, 'stop it, stop it! You lie! This isn't funny-'

'I'm not lying.'

'I'm not crazy,' Sihtric hissed through his teeth.

'I never said you were,' you said calmly.

'I'm not fucking crazy! Don't lie to me!' he shouted.

'Please, please stay calm,' you urged him again, 'I don't want them to drag you down to the basement again, please, you already have been bruised there last night.'

'We're supposed to be together!' his voice started to sound hoarse while you desperately tried to keep him quiet.

'Don't do this to yourself, please,' you looked back over your shoulder, hearing the heavy boots of the guards stomping down the hall, 'Sihtric,' you said and took his face, then planted your lips on his as you had no idea when you would see him again. 'I always believed you,' you whispered, lips still touching as you both cried, 'you are not crazy. I know you're not, but the medication you've been forced to take is messing you up. I am trying everything I can to get you off them, I know you don't belong here. And yes, I do love you and I am in love with you. I fell in love with you from the second I saw you. But you're scaring me, because I never know when you are really here or when you're living in your fantasy life. I love you, Sihtric, I love you and you are not crazy, I promise.'

He kissed you again, hard, and then stared at you with piercing eyes.

'Then get me the fuck out of here!' Sihtric snarled, and then pretended to trip backwards over his own feet, falling on the floor while you stepped back as the guards stormed in the room.

You cried as you watched the guards punch Sihtric in the face, assuming he had attacked you and scared you. They pinned him harshly down onto the white floor, only to pick him up and drag him out of the room, down to the basement where they'd use medieval restraining tactics that were not allowed anymore. 

But who was going to believe a guy who claimed he was the descendant of a vampire over a bunch of guards in a mental hospital?

taglist: @foxyanon @alexagirlie @sihtricsafin @neonhairspray @gemini-mama @lexwolfhale @sigtryggrswifey @skyofficialxx @djarinsgirl27 @m-a-s-h-k-a @verenahx @mrsarnasdelicious @diiickbrainn @little-diable @maii777 @urmomsgirlfriend1 @dixie-elocin @elle4404 @bubblyabs @ylvie50 @succnfuccubus @hb8301 @willowbrookesblog @apolloanddaphnis @jennifer0305 @carnationworld

If you want to be added/removed from the taglist, message me 🖤

[duracel-battery]

time agent guy, having taken archer to the future: look at your legacy, archer. see, people will remember you for ages to come. what you will do is important, and that's why you must help me.

archer: mk why uhhhhhh why is everyone singing

time agent guy: this is the best musical of the 25th century. Archer (tm) written by a hologram of lin-manuel miranda, a popular playwright of the 21st century.

[massiveharmonytiger]

Heartstopper is just Hannibal high school AU

[spilledmilkfkdies]

I took one look at Duman and my brain went: MANWHORE!

There's actually a simple SCIENCE behind this!!

Behold. The Whore Gap. Seen on many male/masc characters throughout history, Winx Club especially, the whore gap refers to the little gap between the top and bottom of one's attire where bare skin is visible. Usually only a little bit of skin, separating itself from a full on crop top situation. Whether it's sluttier than that is based on several things and lots of opinions, there are no wrong answers, we're all in this together <3

The rating of whore on said gap depends on certain factors; Does it show the belly button? Does it show the hip bones? Would it realistically only be visible if the character were to raise their arms? Important things like that.

Taking a look at Duman, that is a clear case of Whore Gap. I don't think I even have to point out all the things when it's there for all to see. What I WILL say is that there's like a singular shot, mayhaps more idk, where his top rolls up further when his arms are raised. Things to think about. Points to add.

Of course in Duman's case there are multiple factors that contribute to him being perceived as a MANWHORE, mesh shirt, his piercings, makeup, waist. I just felt like. Talking about this. Sorry.

This is also why imo his rare comic appearances are not good.

Like if randomly changing his design wasn't rude enough, they TOOK the Whore Gap from him in most panels (except for like one) and I don't think I can forgive them for that. The only time I have allowed it was for Russian Winx on Ice Duman, who was given slits in his skirt for mobility and slays it hard, so it's a fair trade. Actually while collecting images I discovered that there is no need for a trade, because it's a case of 'hidden until arms are raised' gap, which is still valid.

[baronessblixen]

Saw your tags-- it's me, the meta contemplating tiger~-- and started pursuing a trail and thought I'd get your opinion. (There's probably going to be typos because I'm typing fast, so beware~.)

Mulder's episodes concerning his beliefs, memories, experiences are incredibly well-handled in the show; yet all of Scully's religious episodes pale in comparison to her Beyond the Sea/Never Again/All Things arc. And I get why at some level (Mulder is willing to contemplate deeper questions-- "If you could prove the existence of God"-- whereas Scully lives firmly in the present and doesn't want to poke around at something with no concrete answers-- "I don't think it can be prove") BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT that doesn't explain the... offness? of the episodes.

DD did the best, I think (besides parts of All Souls) tapping into the potential whimsical/fantastical element of Catholicism, knitting it seamlessly into The X-Files world; and he (purposefully) left in questions that will never be answered. I THINK THAT'S IT-- everything else about the show is filled with a "What just happened?" quality, even the other religious episodes that were better handled (i.e. Miracle Man and Signs and Wonders... even though that last one was badly written, it still clung to the framework of the show.)

I think Scully's episodes are framed as "THIS IS THE ANSWER" to confuse her, to test what she believes are the answers... but they're so poorly resolved because it doubles down on 'IT WAS THE ANSWER" instead of handling her crises with nuance (like Mulder's episodes-- belief, testing, fake outs, conclusions separate from the definitive Truth.) Beyond the Sea and All Things was in the same vein; but it allowed her to figure out HER definitive answer.

I guess my point is: done well, Mulder and Scully's faith/belief center-episodes give them room to figure out what THEY believe rather than what is TOLD them to believe. And I find that a little disappointing because I would have loved to have seen what Scully thought the answer was in Revelations (heavy-handed as it was) and Orison (HEAVIER handed as it was), etc., rather than having to fall in line with the "moral of the story" (which is why Irresistible shone compared to its follow-up.) There were some good stories that could have been told-- and have been in other (frankly, better) media. Her religion was personal and would have been different compared to other religious figures, zealots, normal characters, or her family because of her life experiences.

ANYWAY, mini meta over! XDDDD One day I'll break this all down because I love story-telling potential in anything; and those episodes always nagged at me.

What say you? Am I off the mark?

I'm really not the best to ask about anything to do with religion cause these are my least favorite episodes. I don't care for organized religion at all and whenever it shows up in the show in those "Scully is a Catholic" episodes, I mentally tune out. Religion is not something I understand at all. I do agree with you that it hasn't always been handled well on the show. Most of the time these episodes just felt off to me. But again, that could be because my interest in religion is just zero.

[kiryuing]

[nataliescatorccio]

"The white face is very important. There's a reason why I do the white face." Chappell Roan for 'Faces of Music'

[obxocmuses]

@klldare ~ ❛  why do you always have to make everything about you?  ❜ (to Summer from Autumn, who can be a bit toxic^^)

Summer's eyes widened before narrowing, mouth open and closing, trying to collect herself. Boy, she had some nerve. The blonde spun around with a hand on her hips. "Ex-squeeze me?" she shrieked with a huff falling from her lips. "You have some nerve to say that to my face. I know not everything is about me. I'm not like you. Who's self-absorbed," she retorted back.

[honnojis]

bunch of dandadan stuff i've drawn/pixeled lately! figured i'd compile it all in one post rather than posting all of them separate lmao

[oh-snapperss]

they'll fund a genocide and let their poor regions be destroyed. don't fucking forgive them for that.

my hometown is completely gone from what pictures i can find of it, i have not heard from my family (including aunts, uncles, parents, one sibling, and a grandparent), and the infrastructure in the mountain communities is wiped out. i cannot stress how catastrophic this is, or how difficult it will be for these communities to build back. i am angry, and scared, and heartbroken by everything that's happened.

and our government is spending it's money to fund a genocide.

free palestine, and don't be complicit. realize that this is not something happening that doesn't affect you--although it shouldn't take this to care about the deaths of thousands of people anyway.

[podcastwizard]

this will not be a bridgerton blog but for the foreseeable future i will not be thinking about anything other than bridgerton

(original post @romanceyourdemons)