#My brain gets confused and goes into panic mode?

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well if it makes you feel any better this post appealed to me perfectly. I actually can't sleep without all of these conditions being met so thank you thank you thank you 🫰

lmao.

*tucks you in*

*gives you a glass of water*

lmfao.

*turns down the lights to your preferred level of dimmness*

*turns on your fan to keep the room cool and give you some gentle white noise*

goodnight.

[scoops-aboy86]

💕🪱Wiggly Wednesday🪱💕

Thanks for tagging me, @hotluncheddie and @steviewashere!

And, getting in at less than an hour before midnight on Wednesday… Here’s what I was just idly thinking about, because it’s dumb slapstick and it makes me laugh. 

Steve almost had his fingernails removed by a Russian doctor, right? I’ve seen some fics take that and extrapolate it into a medical phobia. And I guess there would be similar smells, antiseptic… blood, sometimes. But what if what freaks Steve out is the combination of medical setting *and* accents. He doesn’t have the same ear for languages as Robin does, and sometimes if he can’t understand what someone is saying his anxiety brain jumps straight to “Oh shit, the Russians are back!”

(Think the face he made when Robin spoke Pig Latin, only much less fun.)

So Steve has finally submitted to having his own bat bites looked at. He’s all bandaged up and heading back to Eddie’s room as quickly as he can. When he gets there, he sees an unfamiliar old man bending over Eddie and saying something that Steve can’t easily parse. Now, maybe it’s because Wayne doesn’t have an Indiana accent, maybe it’s because Steve’s hearing is a little wonky after all he’s been through, maybe it’s some combination of all of the above. But it flips that panic switch, and Steve is *not* going to let the guy he resuscitated and hauled out of hell die, so he goes into attack mode. 

Which is to say, he lets out a wild cry and charges with intent to tackle. 

Dustin is also present, and recognizes this strategy from last summer under Starcourt. But that’s not a Russian, that’s Eddie’s Uncle Wayne. So Dustin leaps up and tackles Steve before he can make contact. Maybe Robin walks in, sees Steve and Dustin squabbling on the floor, and leaps into the fray to back up her platonic soulmate. There’s a lot of hair pulling on everyone’s part. Wayne just sort of watches, not as phased as he could be since he’s used to Eddie’s impulsive antics.

And it’s in the midst of this tableau, in which most of the participants are confused, that Eddie himself wakes up. Call it “Speak of the Devil.”

… That’s it, that’s all I got, I’m too tired to decide how Eddie reacts. I’m falling asleep face first into my phone, please tag yourselves from me if you wanna. ❤️ ���� 

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SPOILERSSSSSS FOR FULL MOON (HELLUVA BOSS S2 EP8)!!! DON'T READ IF U HAVEN'T WATCHED PLSSS

STOLITZ PART 2/2- BLITZØ IN FULL MOON

Blitzø's behaviour in Full Moon seemed very similar to the five stages of grief, mostly denial, anger and bargaining because depression and acceptance don't usually happen in the heat of the moment. Also these stages don't happen in order, they are all over the place.

Denial, when Blitzø thought it was all roleplay and that Stolas actually didn't care about him and was just messing around for the sake of the deal. This reaction happens even after Stolas' sweet love confession and you can tell Blitzø wants to believe it but denial is the easiest bet. In Blitzø's mind, Stolas has not done anything apart from tonight to suggest he cares about anything other than their deal so Blitzø can't risk becoming vunerable when the possibility that this is a joke is there. So he has to keep denying everything and then maybe everything will go back to normal and comfortable. We also have to take into consideration that at this point in the episode, Blitzø had it floating around in his head that Stolas is getting bored of him. So the idea that Stolas is not bored, but in fact in love is impossible to Blitzø, causing him to justify everything as a joke.

Bargaining was Blitzø initial reaction to when Stolas said; "i need it back permanently". First he tried to remain the way he always was at their full moon meetings; put together and dominating to try and get some normalcy back because the last time Blitzø wanted the book, this is how he got it, so naturally he would resort to that sort of bargaining as a way of getting the book again and distracting Stolas from talking about the issues within their relationship. Then he switches to plain begging. Blitzø has come to terms with the fact that he is beneath Stolas and when Stolas says "i've made up my mind", Blitzø brain goes into panic mode and we see him literally the most vulnerable he has ever been with Stolas in the entire series. Blitzø is someone who does not like when he isn't in positions of power but he is willing to forgo all that if it means he gets this book.

Anger is familiar to Blitzø. He understand anger very well, so when he is backed against this wall and is confused as fuck about all the information that has been dropped on him in one night, he retreats to something more comfortable. The thing is, this isn't real anger he's showing, Blitzø use the volume of his voice to hide the real message. Stolas is literally walking away from this conversation, if Blitzø didn't care, he wouldn't run after him at all. The thing is, Blitzø is yelling for more time. He's asking Stolas to let him think and process and not give up on him but Stolas isn't listening to him so he feels like at least if he screams, Stolas might scream back. This is also something that is similar to Stolas too. Stella yells and screams at him to make him feel small, which is why his decision to teleport Blitzø out of his castle came into play, but Blitzø doesn't know that, making him justify his anger further.

Now that we've covered the three stages of grief, why is Blitzø falling into this pattern of grief coping mechanism in the first place.

Because Blitzø hates himself and thinks he's unworthy of love from anyone. He jumps to conclusions way too often, it's how his brain functions. So when Stolas cuts off the deal, his brain defaults to his regular coping mechanism to deal with the thought of losing Stolas.

[lvlystars]

his birthday, his shitty navigation skills, and your paranoia! — c.sc

pairing. choi seungcheol x gn!reader

genre. fluff, a bit of panicking and reader overthinking and being paranoid.

summary. when your boyfriend trusts his ability to get his way around an unknown area, you can expect that all goes to shit.

warnings. none really :/

a/n. this is so poorly written i'm so sorry 😭. also happy (belated) birthday, seungcheol (aka my pookie 🫶🫶🫶)

wc. 1.1k

“those falls over there, they lead to–” you turn to notice that once again, seungcheol is not beside you. “oh my god.” you groan, rubbing your temple in an attempt to remember where you last saw him out of the corner of your eye, snacking on some shrimp chips he bought after lunch.

walking back to the café you both were previously at, you look around, hoping to find your boyfriend just wandering around the café, waiting for you to find him again. to your dismay, seungcheol was nowhere to be found, and knowing seungcheol, he trusted his poor navigation skills once again and got himself lost.

pulling out your phone, you dial his phone number, hoping that his phone was on ringer mode. as your phone rang on, your heart sinks as the line goes to voicemail, the panic settling in.

“fuck, where did this kid go?” you whisper, sending him a message to reply with his whereabouts.

you're startled when jeonghan’s caller id pops up, yelping out loud and making a few eyes turn to you. apologising and bowing, you walk away to pick up the call.

“jeonghan, we have a problem.” you mumble as soon as you slide the green icon, pressing the phone up to your ear.

“what? why?” he replies in a confused tone.

“i lost seungcheol.”

complete silence is heard on the other side of the line as you bite your nails—a habit that you never seemed to shake off, and a habit that seungcheol seemed to dislike, explaining that it’s not good for you and he loves seeing your nails “long and pretty”.

“y/n, what do you mean you lost–”

“I LOST SEUNGCHEOL.” you hiss. “i went out with him for brunch like you wanted me to, then we went to a café nearby and just chilled for a bit, before we went on a little stroll for fun! i don’t know how i lost him but i did!” you ramble, your breathing quickening as you take in the situation. possible scenarios pop up into your brain as you try to control your breathing, and it only induces your panic.

“y/n, honey. i need you to calm down first, and i want you to know that seungcheol just called me and said he’s at some park, so breathe.” you calm down when you heard that he was at least someplace safe and public. “second, he said he doesn’t know where the fuck he’s at and he sounds pretty scared which is really fucking funny when he prides himself in his apparently wonderful fucking navigation skills so that’s something to laugh about.” you hear jeonghan snicker on the other end of the line, making you roll your eyes.

“jeonghan, let him live, won’t you? he’s just…”

“full of himself? fuck yeah he is.” you scoff as you shake your head. “you’re so mean.” you chuckle. “alright. i’ll see if there’s any parks nearby and call you guys back if i find him.” you say before you cut the call and start walking around.

—

you’re now on the verge of tears when you approach a park full of children, all happily running around and sliding down slides.

you walk over to a nearby bench, shoving your head into your hands as you silently sob. you’ve never really been away from seungcheol like this in the 4 years you’ve been with him. well, yes you have, but you never lost him like this. you’d always manage to find him within an hour or so, and now, it’s been almost 3 hours since you lost seungcheol. there was no doubt that you were scared now. as more time passed by, the worse the scenarios in your head grew.

what if he got distracted by a dog on the street and got himself bitten? what if he met up with a friend and went on a coffee date with them, only to find out that he was a bad person and he hurt him? what if someone tried robbing him? what if he got hurt? what if–

the sound of a familiar giggle pulled you out of your thoughts, and you immediately look up.

lo and behold, your boyfriend, choi seungcheol, was playing around with some 5-year-olds on the playground, pushing them on the swings and laughing along with the children.

immediately getting up, you sigh out in relief and run over to seungcheol, tackling him in a hug and completely losing it.

“woah!” he laughs out, bringing one arm over your shoulder as you hide your face in the crook of his neck. “youdon’tknowhowlongittookformetofindyouiwassosca–”

“hey, hey.” seungcheol pulls out of the embrace and holds you by your shoulders and bends down to your eye level, bringing his hand up to your cheek to wipe away your tear that had fallen, adorning a stupidly dopey smile on his lips which almost immediately washed away all the anxiety and fear that once coursed through you.

slinging your arms around his neck once again, you held him tight as you planted a fat kiss on his cheek, making him giggle like a schoolboy as he snaked his arms around your waist, pressing you close to him. “i don’t even know how i lost you, baby.” seungcheol murmured into your hair as he squeezed your waist in a reassuring manner.

scrunching your eyebrows, you pull away and look up at your boyfriend, and he looks back at you, feigning an innocent face with playful nature underneath it. “you got lost yourself and you know that, you son of a–”

“ah! there are children here.” seungcheol presses his index finger on your lips, effectively hushing you. out of the corner of your eye, you spot jeonghan and joshua waving towards the two of you and making faces that clearly indicated that we have to get the fuck out of here because the restaurant reservation we made is in less than 10 minutes and we are 10 minutes away from the goddamn restaurant.

“cheol, honey.” you mumble, noticing that seungcheol was clearly leaning in for a kiss, despite the young audience around you. he hums, still leaning in, and you pull away, making his eyebrows furrow in confusion. you point behind him, and he turns, groaning when he notices the two.

“oh god,” he pinches his nose bridge. “they planned something and now they're late for it? what's it for? my birthday?” you slowly nod, sheepishly smiling. seungcheol widens his eyes as he connects the dots, and gasps.

“YOU WERE IN ON THIS?!”

“...happy birthday?”

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PLEASE A PRT 2 https://at.tumblr.com/dinonuggiesforliferz/somebody-else/hqhov7fgc4iu

Somebody Else pt. 2

Notes: Your wish is my command 🤠, this ain't a song fic, its a regular fic, also i don’t write smut, but if anyone wants to wrote the smut scene for this go for it!

Parings: Christian Pulisic x Fem reader

Warnings: mentions of sex, swearing

Word count: 1k

Pt. 1

"Oh shit"

"I forgot he was coming over" You say in a panicked state.

"Who is coming over?" Christian says confused as ever.

"Sam"

"Fucking Sam" You both hear another knock at the door.

"Hey honey, let me in before the pizza gets cold"

"Shit, Christian, hide somewhere I have to go get the door" You say scrambling, trying to make sure that there is no evidence of Christian being here. You run up to the door and open it, faking a smile as you greet Sam.

"Hi Sam"

"Hey, where do you want me the put the pizza" He says as he greets you with a peck on the cheek

"On the counter is fine" He walks over and places the cardboard box on the counter before he looks down and notices a large grease stain on his shirt.

"Hey, I'm going to go and grab one of my extra shirts from your closet." Suddenly your brain goes into panic mode, you have no idea where Christian is hiding in your room, for all we know he could be in said closet.

"It's fine I can grab you one" You blurb out in hopes of trying to save yourself and Christian.

"No it's fine, you settle down and put on the movie"  At this point he is already in your room and is walking to your closet, you run behind him and as he opens the door you hear.

"Hey jellybean, you have a very nice dress collection" Christian says in hopes of saving himself. Sam turns around to face you as Christian mouths an "I'm Sorry". All the shit has definitely hit the ceiling fan.

“Can you explain why there is a drenched soccer player in your closet?” Sam confusingly says.

“I think i’m going to head out” Christian awkwardly announces trying to give you and Sam some privacy.

“Ok” you whisper.

“I’ll come back later” Christian whispers in your ear as he passes by you.

When you hear the door close, you expect Sam to blow up at you, but instead you were met with uncomfortable silence. “It’s not what you think it is,” you squeak.

“Really it isn’t?” He scoffs.

“Me and Christian used to date, but we broke up around a year ago, well, he broke up with me so I could move back to the U.S, and I guess we both never got to get over each other. So when I saw him the other night something happened.”

“So you’re not over your ex, is that what this is. You were just half-heartedly leading me on”

“I’m sorry” You whisper.

“Sorry’s not enough, but go to him if you want because we are over.” Sam turned around to grab his extra clothes from your closet, and went to grab his coat as he stormed out of your apartment. There wasn’t even any time for you to say anything. All you could do was sit on the floor of your kitchen in silence, that was until you heard the doorbell ring again. 

“It’s open” you dreadfully say.

“You know you should really keep your doors locked, I could have been a murderer” you hear as you see a familiar face walking through the door.

“I wouldn’t mind being murdered right now” you glumly say.

“I surely would mind” Chris says while acting offended.

“Can you get me the blanket that's on the sofa” you request.

“Sitting on the kitchen floor with a blanket? Well I haven’t seen that in 3 years, and I take it the break up didn’t go as planned?” He says as he picks up the blanket and brings it over to you.

“It didn’t” you muffle into the blanket as he drops it on you and joins you on the floor.

“Well at least you’ll never see him again”

“We work in the same building” You muffle again, but this time in his shoulder.

“Well that's rough, can I kiss you again?”

“What?” you say in confusion.

“Oh, i'm sorry I shouldn’t have asked this soon.” He says shamefully.

“No, you idiot, you should have just kissed me.” Once it registers in his head, Christian immediately pulls you on his lap and his lips meet yours. You stay in this position, your body moving perfectly with his. Until, he pulls away and is met with your angry face.

“Jellybean, it’s been a year since we fucked, and we aren’t doing it on the kitchen floor” he says as you rool off of him with a moan. He pulls you to stand up, after you are up he immediately lifts you up and princess carries you to your room.

“Im going to fuck you properly until you can’t walk, ok?” He says proudly as you reach the door frame of your room.

“Sign me the fuck up”

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It was the next morning, and you woke up in a way that felt so familiar, your head way lying on his chest, as you could hear his heartbeat, a sound that you have memorized. You felt a little squeeze as Christian nuzzled his nose in your hair. You made sure not to say a word or move an inch, not wanting to wake him up. You hear him yawn so you move your head up to look at him.

“Good Morning Jellybean” Christian sleepily says.

“Good Morning Chris” You respond

“I missed waking up like this," he says while leaning in to kiss your forehead.

“You most certainly did not miss this morning's breath, I need to go brush.” You say trying to roll off the bed, but then you realized you were completely naked. “Babe, are my clothes on your side?”

“Yep.” He says as he looks over the edge of the bed. You roll over Christian to grab your clothes but you're met with an unexpected guest. “I guess my friend also missed you”

“Even though I just saw him?”

“He needs to make up for time lost” Christian says, pulling you up to give you a kiss.

“I missed you”

-xoxo Gossip Girl

[jekde04]

Questions and Answers

Gruvia Week 2023 | Day 2: Whisper

Summary: Gray decided to ask the one thing he had always wondered about Juvia, especially during nights when his demons caught up with him.

Disclaimer: Fairy Tail belongs to Hiro Mashima

Read it on: FF | AO3

"What is Gray-sama reading?" a familiar voice whispered in his ear.

Gray jumped, immediately closing the book he was so engrossed in and trying to hide it from Juvia's view.

"Juvia! Where did you come from?" he hissed, trying to level down his voice as his words echoed in the vast chambers of Sabertooth's library.

Juvia placed her hands on top of her lips, eyes wide. "Juvia is so sorry for scaring you, Gray-sama!" She plopped down beside him, eyes all apologetic and hands reaching out for his. "Juvia was just curious what's got your attention so much. Gray-sama doesn't usually read, you know."

Gray scratched the back of his head. "Uh, it's nothing," he answered, looking away. "I just saw this book on a table and I thought — oi, what are you doing?!"

His face turned beet red as Juvia caught hold of the book he was reading and stared at the title, a little frown creasing her forehead.

"How to treat women..." she trailed off, confusion written all over her face as she looked up at him. "Why would Gray-sama read such a book?" Her brows scrunched up some more as her brain obviously went into overdrive.

Gray sighed. This girl has a wide imagination, but sometimes she couldn't connect the dots even if it was staring at her point blank. Not that he was complaining, as it would save him the embarrassment of the situation...

He watched with droopy eyes as recognition lit the bluenette's eyes and her hands flew back to her mouth.

"Could Gray-sama be thinking of how he should woo Juvia's love rivals?"

"B-but why? Is Juvia not enough? Juvia thought she got rid of all the love rivals already!" Despite her attempts to keep her breakdown quiet, Juvia's voice was already on the brink of reaching a fever pitch, threatening to destroy the library's quiet slumber.

.... And there goes her imagination, Gray thought. Juvia was now in full-blown panic mode, her eyes so round they were almost bulging out of their sockets as she cradled her cheeks.

Gray rolled his eyes and muttered "idiot" under his breath, ignoring his curiosity on how exactly she 'got rid' of her nonexistent love rivals. Reaching out to her, Gray rubbed her lower back gently while whispering, "You have no love rivals, Juvia." It had the intended relaxing effect as he saw her tense shoulders slump a little, but her next words caught him off-guard.

"Then why is Gray-sama reading this book and cheating on Juvia?"

"Ch-cheating?!" Gray sputtered. "Where the hell did that come from?"

"Gray-sama is not wooing girls behind Juvia's back with this book?

"No! There aren't even any pick-up lines in that book!"

Wrong answer, he realized too late as Juvia's eyes narrowed into slits, a deathly aura suddenly emanating from her.

"Is Gray-sama looking for pick-up lines?" she asked in a sinister whisper, barely audible if not for the silence of the library.

"Of course not! Quit putting words in my mouth," he growled, getting increasingly annoyed by the second. So before Juvia could conjure another ridiculous question, Gray covered her mouth to shut her up.

"Look, Juvia. I just found this book lying around and thought it was interesting," he explained. "You'll find it interesting too, if you just read the whole title." Gray removed his hand covering Juvia's mouth as he shoved the book towards her.

Juvia's breath hitched in her throat, and at that moment, Gray knew everything finally clicked in her hyperactive brain. He watched as her face turned a tinge of pink before she asked innocently, "But why would Gray-sama read something like this when he's already got Juvia's heart forever?"

"How to Treat Women: An Idiot's Foolproof Guide to Navigating the Emotions of Rain Women and Winning Their Hearts Forever"

It was now Gray's turn to blush at Juvia's bold words. She may not realize it, but she had a habit of sputtering out confessions out of the blue that would greatly fluster Gray. For Juvia, it was just another fact of life, but Gray doubted if he'd ever get used to the feeling of warmth blooming in his chest, spreading out to every fiber of his being, all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes.

He always got caught off-guard when he would get hit with the reality that this beautiful, sweet, and loving girl in front of him was his.

"Well..." Gray started, racking his brain for words. "It's not like I got you all figured out. There's still a lot of things I don't know about you."

"You could ask," she replied with a smile. "What does Gray-sama want to know about Juvia?"

Everything, Gray wanted to say, but she would probably go on a litany of everything about her... and who knows when that would end? So he decided to ask the one thing he had always wondered about, especially during nights when his demons caught up with him.

"How could someone like you fall in love with someone like me?"

A thoughtful look passed over Juvia's face before she let out an amused chuckle. Tucking her hair behind her ears, she said, "Is it weird that Juvia does not know the answer to that?"

She paused for a moment before continuing. "If Gray-sama had asked this a year ago, maybe Juvia would say it was because he took the rain away. But that was a long time ago, and so many things had happened since then. Juvia felt rejected by Gray-sama more times than she could count."

Juvia giggled to lighten up the mood, but Gray felt his heart drop at her words. Of course, he knew how difficult he was in the past as he tried to fight his growing feelings for the water mage to no avail. But not once had he ever thought of placing himself in Juvia's shoes to figure out how his attitude affected her.

While he was busy sorting out his feelings, driving her away only to pull her back in — she bore the brunt of his indecision and put on a brave face as if nothing fazed her. Only when she admitted feeling rejected did he realize how much she endured, and it hit him like Erza's armored punch in the gut.

"But the thought of giving up was something Juvia just couldn't take," Juvia whispered, bringing Gray back from his musings. "Juvia couldn't imagine a life without Gray-sama. And even if Gray-sama loved someone else and only treated Juvia as a friend, Juvia thought it was better than not having him in her life at all. So Juvia kept showing her love because she knew, deep in her heart, that there would be no one else."

A melancholic smile graced her lips.

"Juvia had long given up on understanding how she fell in love with Gray-sama, but she knew that she loves Gray-sama for all that he is and all that he isn't."

She had this faraway look in her eyes as if he was no longer in the room and she was just talking to herself.

After a while, she turned back to him. "Sorry if Juvia does not have an answer to your question, Gray-sama. But she —"

Before she could say another word, Gray cupped her face and crashed his lips to hers in a passionate lip lock.

Why did it matter why Juvia loved him? She loves him, and he loves her — it's that simple.

The only question he needed to answer was how to show how much she really meant to him so that she would no longer have any fears or doubts in her heart. And he knew the answers wouldn’t be found in any book in Sabertooth's vast collection — or anywhere else in the world, for that matter.

Gray gently pushed Juvia so he could look her in the eyes. "I asked the wrong question." He kissed her again, short and sweet and tender. "What I really wanted to ask was, even after everything... will you please be mine forever?" And before she could reply, he dove for another kiss, full of warmth and feelings he often communicated through actions rather than words.

When he finally let her go, Juvia couldn't help but giggle, her face all flushed. "How could Juvia ever say no after that?"

Gray smirked, tucking a loose blue tendril behind her ear. "Well, the plan was for you to say yes," he whispered.

"Then yes," she whispered back and kissed him once again. Gray reveled in the feeling of having Juvia in his arms, all traces of sadness or doubt gone as if they never existed in the first place.

He had a more important question lingering in his mind, one that he had been dying to ask Juvia for some time now and would open up the bright future ahead of them. Gray made a mental note to start looking for the ring that would go perfectly with it.

*

A/N: Sorry for the late Gruvia Week entries! I've had this in my drafts for a while but didn't get the chance to edit it until now. Will post more stories in the next few days.

[phantomskeep]

okay so yet ANOTHER big brain move with the queer moms meet lil danny phantom. Because I can't help myself I simply love the idea of this.

fair warning, this contains spoilers for the harley quinn show seasons 1-3 (which btw my fellow dp fans who kind of know a little bit about the dc universe via fanfiction/fan content and are able to watch a show with lots of blood, gore, and adult human: watch the show. its so good. a 10/10 for me). Because while I personally haven't finished it I have an idea on what's going on.

So, we have established that danny's found in an alley near the dead mall by ivy and harley doing some uhhh adult fun. but let's change it up a bit, shall we?

The Soon-To-Be moms just got back to gotham from Edin. but like when ivy takes a walk before coming up with the Big Bad Plan to takeover the world/terraform it into basically the prehistoric age. she ends up finding danny in an alley near the mall on her way back from like a park nearby. she's a bit confused on WHY a barely-teenaged kid was near a known supervillian hide-out so late at night. especially when ivy and harley's return to gotham was via public transport. and when the kid sees her and doesn't immediately start screaming/running in the other direction she's a bit confused. when she notices the kid has a bunch of dried blood all over him and torn up clothes she's now both confused AND worried. why? because in the show poison ivy actually really does care about people its kind of sweet. lady really just wants to chill in a garden and live her best life.

BUT danny and ivy meet like that. she very awkwardly questions wtf danny was doing out and about when injured. he kind of off-handly jokes that its because his parents want to rip him apart molecule by molecule so he's just trying to find a nice dumpster to nap in. this causes ivy to go ham into protective mode, since in the show her entire backstory is her dad being a piece of shit and beating her. so she kind of kidnaps danny like "dude i live in an abandoned mall with my girlfriend and squad come join us" and danny's a lil sus but eventually decides that well, if all else fails he can legit dip the hell out of there at any time. ivy and danny go back to the mall and ivy sets him up in one of the spare rooms/shops (maybe dr psycho's old room?) and then runs down to tell about/show the squad danny. they're all kind of freaking out over this lil boy, asking him a bunch of questions as they do, cue bane walking in for his pasta maker. because this show is on five different types of cocaine.

danny, ofc, is watching this whole thing freaking out a little bit. he's getting ready to run away so he can throw down with bane. but then bane's all like "you didn't get married give me my pasta maker back" and the squad all eating their pasta not-so-gently telling him fuck no then he leaves. so while this is going on danny's trying to put the pieces of this puzzling universe together. Green lady, funky clown lady, lump of clay, talking plant, talking shark, and some super buff dude that would put dash to shame wearing a weird full-body suit? and for all the "revenge" he talked about not even doing anything about it? just walking away? it's not looking good for danny's idea of what "normal" is for the DC universe.

BUT he hears that they're planning on breaking into a museum to steal a Jurassic Park style mosquito to take over the world. that's not realllyyy his style but harley's kinda up in his face excitably asking him if he wants to join them! because it would be so fun! so danny's like "uhhh yeah maybe I guess" while planning on sabotaging them. cause he's a hero doing hero stuff. yeehaw.

the plan in action, however? goes to shit. ivy ends up ditching the squad + danny when the guards start shooting, the squad + danny manages to catch up to ivy, then they escape but barely because ivy tends to panic under pressure.

which is a mood.

ivy makes the eden serum using the mosquito in order to resurrect the dead plant matter in the earth. if anyone else has watched the show; you KNOW that shit looked like some dp ectoplasm. the plant comes to live, walks around a little bit, then turns into a horrifying ecto-monster. it's speaking in jumbled ghost speak/plant speak asking anyone to just kill it already because its in pain and it hates whoever brought it to life so danny smacks it with an ecto-blast, causing the ghost-plant to fall into the barrel of toxic waste. in ghost speak, the plant tells danny thank you and dies. again?

ofc the squad freaks out a little bit about danny's powers but ivy runs out and harley follows, leaving danny with the rest of the squad.

aaannnddd that's all the ideas i have right now but mmmmm im loving writing this. im not gonna say its a fic because i SWEAR i can write better than this. better grammar, capitalization, less random lil notes scattered around - the whole nine yards.

but this is fun and I love the idea of ivy and harley adopting danny with king shark, clayface, and frank being his weird uncles and catwoman being his fun wine aunt.

ALSO I've heard rumors about a danny phantom fan discord? anyone have information on how I can join it? ;)

[starlightwayfinder]

*Walks in with a skip* hey hi Ven and Lauriam brainrot au anon. Would you like to hear another idea that's been buzzing in my brain?

Okay imagine this: the boys take the lifeboat, become xehanorts victims, ven get hurt, lauriam goes insane buuuuuuuut this time lauriam is able to get them both away. And they just both so happen to end up in LoD. Ven is currently losing light and life by the minute and Lauriam is in pretty bad shape. He drags them up the stairs and bangs on the door banging for help. Cue Eraqus answering in surprise, Lauriam who is fading in and out and can't see well in the dark quietly whimpers, "Brain . . . help . . ." before collapsing in a heap with Ven held protectively to his chest.

Eraqus now worried and confused how a random kid knows his grandfathers name calls for his apprentices to help move the boys inside (I imagine Aqua is 17, Terra is 19, and Lauriam is in the middle at 18 and Ven is 12). Ven still manages to connect to Sora's heart but it takes longer than originally but Eraqus and Aqua were able to stabilize his heart before he lost anymore light. Ven falls into a mini coma and Lauriam is out for a few days.

Xehanort shows up at some point asking if Eraqus had seen two young boys, his apprentices had an accident and he's "worried." This can go one of two ways, Eraqus is an idiot and allows Xehanort to come in and see the boys knowing where they are and can manipulate the situation in his favor orrrrr Eraqus deeply concerned how Lauriam and Ven ended up in such a bad state alone at his doorstep so he lies but promises to keep an eye out.

When Lauriam wakes up his memories are fuzzy he just went into straight panic mode when he thought Ven would actually die this time. He's very wary of Eraqus and demands to see Ven refusing to leave his side sleeping in the bed and holding him to his chest. Aqua and Terra are curious about the two mysterious kids that fell on their doorstep but Eraqus keeps them at a distance seeing they've been through a shock.

Things get better when Ven wakes up but Lauriam is distressed to see how empty and traumatized Ven is. He practically has to relearn everything like a baby not just his keyblade training. Eraqus tries to bridge a tentative peace with Lauriam offering to let them stay as long as they need. Slowly Lauriam and Ven find a place for themselves becoming Eraqus' pupils, Lauriam missed having peers around his age and sparring against someone not trying to kill him is surprisingly therapeutic.

Ven recovers and seems to have no memories of the year of hell or daybreak down the union leaders or darkness. Lauriam decides to let Ven be no need to bring old demons back, having Terra and Aqua as additional support which gives Lauriam time to use the library to do research and find his sister and friends. Since Lauriam has had more training he gets to take his mark of mastery sooner and actually passes allowing him to travel and look for more clues. Xehanort eventually shows up depending on what Eraqus does to Terra and Aqua's mark of mastery and Lauriam feels a twinge of fear seeing his abuser again.

Despite his best efforts Lauriam can't stop Xehanort from interfering both in the exam and leading Ven away from home. Lauriam travels the worlds looking for Ven but is always one step behind. Luxu finds Lauriam and decides he'll be useful, this time Lauriam does make it to the keyblade graveyard in time for the final battle just like Strelitzia he can't bring himself to hurt Ven and is mostly on defense. Terra gets taken by Terranort, Ven destroys his heart and lays dying again. Lauriam is desperately trying to save Ven along with Aqua but neither notices Luxu skulking behind until he's right on top of them. Lauriam goes for the attack while Mickey and Aqua take Ven and flee.

Luxu and Lauriam go into an all out brawl but ultimately is defeated by Terranort cutting him down turning him into a nobody. But he's kept imprisoned for a bit before he officially joins the organization. When he goes to CO Marluxia doesn't understand why he feels so agitated (or what he thinks is agitation) why he wants to take the organization down but there's this burning need to. He feels drawn to Sora, he wants him as his puppet but there's a strange feeling of affection as well, he doesn't want to actually hurt him and has to resist the urge to comb his hand through his hair when standing close.

Ven's sleeping heart responds to Marluxia's presence, and Sora feels this longing pain but is also disgusted by Namines abuse. Even though Marluxia can't actively remember Ven some part of him feels he's close. He knows Ven is in danger and is ready to do anything to keep him safe even if it means being obliterated. Hiding away in the chamber of waking Ven's body sheds tears for his brother and Sora is confused when he starts crying as he prepares to go to sleep and fix his memories.

Oh hey, you did find me! 

Thank you for sending me an ask ! 🌟

I love that Lauriam initially mistakes Master Eraqus for Brain. They definitely look alike, and it would be such a shock for Eraqus that someone so young would mention his grandfather! (That would definitely raise some questions,,,)

And Aqua, helping to stabilize Ven’s heart; that sounds like such a frightening moment for all of them—especially since Terra and Aqua are so unused to having any visitors at all. (Also, it’s interesting that Terra and Aqua are closer to their BbS ages, while Ven is closer to his age in UX. I wonder if Ven and Lauriam arrived later in time?)

Hmm… if Lauriam is willing to trust Eraqus, Terra, and Aqua, he might be able to warn them about Xehanort… but there’s a lot of reasons for him to be secretive too. Either way, I think Eraqus knows to at least be cautious, so he’d probably keep them safe, for the time being. 

And it’s cool that Lauriam ends up in the final battle, even if it doesn’t end well for him… I can see how becoming closer with Ven would change his relationship with Sora later on too.

I actually have a question for you, if you’d like to send another ask:

Does Xehanort know that Ven was involved in Strelitzia’s death? If so, does he try to use that to turn Ven and Lauriam against each other?

Thanks again for sending this! Adding Lauriam into BbS makes for a very heart wrenching AU. 

[hermesserpent-stuff]

brain would not shush.

very very very very far into the future

This is major spoiler with my Stolen Heir story.

dagur and toothless my beloveds.

Toothless follows after his rider in secret, knowing his little one hates him following him. But he is much too curious about his little inventor's nest and must see it. And perhaps decide whether or not it is worth the tiny hatchling returning to or if he should go back to trying to force Hiccup to stay with him. He keeps his body hidden in the shadows while he follows, careful to make no noise like he is stalking prey. 

Hiccup goes down a hill and walks along a riverbank. Then a Viking appears and Toothless goes into panic mode. He had never seen another human like Hiccup. He is pretty sure his little rider is not human at all, and is actually a dragon beneath the strange furs and skins. 

Toothless leaps down and shrieks, pulling Hiccup to his chest and covering his human as he screams at the Viking. Hiccup is wiggling and chattering as the Viking howls and pulls a weapon. Toothless snarls and snaps.

“~Mine! Mine! Do not hurt!~”

Toothless howls. Hiccup squirms and the Viking screams moving forward to hurt his little rider. He hisses and tries to shoot at the Viking. But Hiccup shoves his head enough to make the blast go sideways and miss. Toothless’ first ever unintentional miss. He lets out a confused noise and then has to fight off the Viking, trying his best to keep the Viking from being able to harm Hiccup by not moving. He tries to bite and claw, flaring his wings and howling. 

Then Hiccup is no longer under him, the foolish brilliant little rider that he is. Toothless lets out a loud worried warble as Hiccup tackles the Viking.  Toothless flares his wings with a warble as Hiccup sits on the Viking. Hiccup opens his mouth and then makes noises that sound like an imitation of the noises he had made before. 

“~MY! MY!~”

Toothless warbles his confusion pacing back and forth and snarling at the Viking that is wriggling.  Hiccup chatters his human noises to the Viking and it stills. Toothless smells no fear coming off the Viking, but it wafts off of Hiccup in waves. Hiccup stares him in the eye and then nuzzles the Viking. Toothless slowly lowers his wings and warbles again, pawing at the ground. He just wants his little rider away from the dangerous Viking that could kill him like so many dragons had been killed by Vikings before. He can still smell the distinct smell of cold metal on the Viking that means it has hidden weapons. 

Hiccup huffs and whines and then chitters some more to the Viking, who makes a confused noise. Hiccup then starts licking the head fur of the Viking like Toothless did to mark Hiccup with his scent to warn and inform other dragons. Toothless feels his tail swish in agitation and he creeps slowly forward sniffing. The Viking tenses and Hiccup croons. But not to Toothless. To the Viking. Who calms instantly and closes his eyes, reeking of trust. Toothless creeps closer and presses his nose into Hiccup. And then slowly sniffs the Viking. They smell of each other. Enough to assume that they might be hatchmates. Toothless blows out hot hair at the Viking. But it does not even flinch. Hiccup taps his nose, and says the noises that were his Hiccup-given name. Then Hiccup touches the Viking with a noise. Hiccup repeats this a few times.

“Dagur.”

Toothless gets it and gives a grumbly chirp. If this is Hiccup’s clutchmate, that means Toothless will have to share. He huffs with irritation. He does not want to share his tiny precious rider. Hiccup relaxes and lays down on the Viking’s chest. Dagur cracks open an eye and gently runs a finger through Hiccup’s head fur. It is a friendly gesture and it is too much for Toothless to handle. Toothless grabs the back of Hiccup’s loose fur, picks him up, and carries him a short distance away with Hiccup making his complaining noises. Dagur hops up and makes his own noise of irritation. 

Hiccup then makes panicked noises and Toothless gently puts Hiccup down and covers him again, wings flaring.  Hiccup keeps chittering and Dagur seems to understand him, taking off the weapons, dropping them to the ground, and then stepping to the side. Toothless lets the now less dangerous Viking closer and then picks up his rider again and prances a little further away. Dagur makes a noise of anger and Hiccup makes more complaint noises and presses on his nose. Toothless puts Hiccup on his hind legs and then forces Hiccup up and onto his back, taking off at a run. If this Viking wanted to be around his hatchling, he would need to prove his dedication. No one deserved Hiccup’s attention but him. But if he had to share, Toothless wants to know that they are worthy.

[taintmansion]

Alright so here goes a big personal mental health post…

As I’ve posted about since august, I developed a terrible anxiety induced insomnia which through finding a very helpful community online now identify as “sleep anxiety” which sort of accidentally happens to people when sometimes even one sleepless night sends them into a fight or flight mode. My brain now gets confused and thinks I should not sleep. I am often on 2-4 hours at most, often broken up and requires me to work hard to make myself relax and just wake up feeling unrested.

I’ve had ups and downs, one medication that seemed to work a while but made me feel like shit (while still working a stressful job that set this whole thing off) and then took myself off it and figured I probably need to be on an actual anxiety medication and have 2 family members on lexapro so hey, let’s ask for that. Was given that by a rando telehealth doctor because with shit insurance didn’t know where to go. Got through 2 days on it with what felt like heightened insomnia and anxiety zero appetite etc.

I stayed at my mom’s for half a week after my job took me off the schedule shortly after I gave my 2 weeks notice but told them I’ve been sick and may not make all the last shifts. That was the 2nd day of lexapro and felt I would lose my mind if I kept taking it at that point especially without a psych to follow up with. So, at my mom’s and trying a stress relief supplement, I started sleeping better and better. Went back home, had one bad night but then oddly on an air mattress slept good again.

Just as things were going so well for me, I went to a shitty dentist office i already didn’t like but wanted a tooth filled, and this dentist dropped a drill in my mouth cutting a hole under my tongue. Didn’t even know things like that happened to people! My anxiety was skyrocketed and every day since then sleep has been a struggle again. Actually I only slept decent the 2 times I’ve taken a Xanax which I got prescribed to help me get through the first few weeks lexapro because a trusted dr (gynecologist tbh) at least told me to keep trying. I signed up for better health insurance but it won’t kick in until November 1st. I’ll find an actual psychiatrist.

Anyway. After getting through a wedding out of town that was a big stressor for me, it went pretty well all things considered, I’m starting lexapro once again tomorrow morning and committing to getting through at least 2 weeks and see how it goes. Even though a top side effect is. Insomnia. 😑 This time I have the xanax to take as needed.

Just felt like typing this all out I guess because this has been the biggest mental health challenge of my life. Somehow worse than when I had panic attacks for months when I was 19. This has had me feeling beyond broken, confused, not myself, like I’ll never be ok again… totally scared and lost. So going forward all I have is meds hopefully helping me and the help of this yt channel and the guy’s book that arrives in a few days. This could be a continued struggle or it may get better soon. I’m scared and don’t know when I can work again. I only have so much funds and help but also very very blessed with my family which helps a lot. I hope I get past this and have a good 2024.

[sirgogington]

Short drabble about Dream helping George when he has a panic attack. (Written with details from my own).

For the holidays Dream and George decided they would spend it in London this year with George's family. George was more than excited about the concept of Dream meeting his family, however he felt on edge. Dream had been super excited about the trip, and he didn't want to ruin that for him. A few days before the trip Dream had noticed something was off with George.

"I can't believe I'm going to England and meeting your family in a few days, this is so exciting!" Dream was facing George and leaned in to kiss his forehead.

"Yeah." George said nervously looking down.

"George?" Dream questioned tilting his head.

George looked up at him. "Hmm?"

"You're deep in thought, talk to me."

George looked at Dream silently for a few moments before sighing. "I'm nervous about the trip."

"I'm a little nervous too, but that's normal."

George shook his head. "You don't understand."

Dreams face fell after hearing those words a bit confused. "What don't I understand?"

"It's....complicated"

"George, you need to help me understand so I can help." Dream gently grabbed George's hand and squeezed it.

George smiled sadly at him. "I love my parents and visiting their house but my brain like hates it. It goes into fight or flight mode for no reason, and sometimes I have panic attacks."

"Then I can help you, when that happens."

"I hope so" George stated still looking unconvinced.

Dream had seen George have a panic attack before but it was mild in comparison to what occurred when they were in England.

.........

Dream was sitting next to George on the couch at his parent's house. There was a lull in conversation and George could feel a panic attack coming on. He attempted to stop it from happening, but just pushed himself further into his panic. George frantically grabbed onto Dreams shirt and tugged on it, his eyes going wide, and his heart rapidly beating.

"Shit, Shit, Shit" George said before suddenly standing up and bolting towards the door.

"George?" Dream called after him before getting up and going to catch up with him.

George's body began to shake as he tried to take deep breaths, opening the door and running outside.

"George I'm going to need you to stop running. I can't help if you run."

George did end up slowing down, and stopped. He shook as he layed on the ground. "Dream!"

"I'm right here" Dream said squatting down. The ground had been damp with rain, and George had run outside in socks. George's clothes were now soaked from lying on the ground. "What's wrong?"

Tears fell from George's eyes as he looked at Dream and whispered, "panic attack."

"Oh" recognition and relief flooded him. George wasn't dying.

"Might need to go to the hospital...might get stuck like this....." George said continuing to cry and shake. "Doesn't even feel like I exist right now."

Dream put his hand on George's back and began rubbing it while thinking of how to help.

George began to sit up, but looked as if he might start running again. "Wait George you have to trust me, okay."

George looks at Dream a second before nodding.

"I know you're brain is telling you to keep running but we're going to go back inside."

More tears fell, but slowly George walked toward the door. George turned around again, but then turned around when Dream gave him an encouraging look. George walked a few feet past the entrance and stood still not looking directly at Dream.

"Let's talk about Minecraft" Dream suggested. "I just thought of a cool idea for a video. Dream explained and then asked George what he thought about the idea.

By then George's brain had felt numb. He was able to focus on a little of what Dream had said but his mind was also in panic mode so his response came out almost robotically as his scared eyes stared off.

"I'm going to facetime Sapnap and see what he thinks." Dream grabbed his phone and called Sapnap.

Sapnap answered within a couple rings. Time seemed to be moving slowly for George.

"Hey, what's up?" Sapnap answered while looking at Dream and George.

"George and I were talking about Minecraft and need your opinion"

"I'm not getting in the middle of this."

"We're not in an argument, idiot." George's body began to relax as he focused on what Sapnap was saying. Soon the panic attack subsided, and George felt like he was back in the present instead of floating somewhere in the abyss. George kept talking and began to smile and make jokes.

Once Dream could tell that George was doing better he ended the call with Sapnap so George could change out of his wet clothes. Dream got a soft sweatshirt and a comfy pair of sweatpants for George to change into. As George got changed into the dry clothes he thanked Dream for helping him.

"It never gets any less scary." George sighed and sat on the couch.

"No they don't." acknowledged Dream.

George pulled on a blanket and curled into it. "M'sleepy"

Dream sat down next to George and placed a pillow in his lap. "Then sleep, and we can do something later when you're feeling better."

George smiled at Dream as he layed his head on the pillow and slowly fell asleep. "Love you Dream."

[foreverpining]

Backstory (9th grade)

Okay so we're talking again and it comes to the first day of high school. I'm anxious as shit as most people are their first day of high school but it goes decently well. Until I get home and get on my iPad to see my friend that my bestie had dated the year before had absolutely cussed me the fuck out calling me all sorts of names saying that I lied to him. I had no clue what was going on so I respond and I'm like bro I have no clue what you're talking about. So then he accuses me of lying to him about there not being anything serious going on between me and my bestie because he saw me holding hands with them in the parking lot after school. I was like woah woah woah after school let out I was struggling to find the car rider line so I could go the hell home I certainly wasn't holding hands leisurely around the parking lot with anyone. So we talk around amongst the friend group and find out that this new girl my bestie is with looks almost identical to me and apparently because she was new everyone had been confusing her for me all day. I was sat there in my bed like well that's weird as shit. They add my bestie to the group chat we'd made and start questioning them about how they're dating this new girl that looks exactly like me and what the hell all that is about. They said they didn't see the resemblance and didn't wanna talk about it anymore. It was dropped for then, I would later find out that she kept getting confused for me so much that she started dying her hair so people wouldn't confuse her for me. Me and my bestie are doing great we're seeing each other like every week hanging out watching movies playing games. Over text I'm basically being their therapist and helping them with all of their issues cause they didn't trust actual professionals. Till around September when one of our hangouts gets a little out of hand and there's some under the skirt fondling if you know what I mean. I kinda messed up after going back to school tho because I have a very bad tendency to kiss and tell. Word got around the friend group where multiple of them were friends with my bestie's girlfriend. It ended up getting back to her and one fateful day as I was waiting to see the endocrinologist my bestie told me that their girlfriend said they are no longer allowed to speak with me if they wish to continue being with them and they chose the relationship and said they hoped I'd forgive them. We didn't talk for quite a while I threw myself into reading fanfics and watching bootlegs of musicals on YouTube. I also got far into talking to strangers online as a way to fill the void in me. Did not end well I'll leave it there because it doesn't matter to our story today. Then one night there's this school event where classes did projects and some students would present them. I was chosen as one of the presenters for my honors English class and was told I'd be paired presenting with someone from the regular English class taught by the same teacher. I get there I'm walking around looking at everything till it's time for me to go do my thing for English class. Then when I get there who do I see but my bestie standing right there next to the display which I'm presenting with the pin saying they were also presenting it. My brain went into full blown panic mode because I'd been devastated for months and now here they were right in front of me. I got through it and we kinda exchanged pleasantries very awkwardly. Then after I was done I convinced my parents it was time to leave and I went home and listened to Freeze Your Brain from the Heathers musical on repeat until I cried myself to sleep. Not much else to the story except me being sad until February of 2018. They messaged me out of the blue to reconnect we talked a lot and ended up spending Valentine's Day together, a trend that if you continue with this story follows throughout the rest of the year. For my birthday we went to Applebee's then back to my sister's house. 10th grade will have to be it's own post. Reached Character limit.

[ladydommestrescu]

Fight or Flight

pairing: alcina dimitrescu x reader

summary: you're a former maid at castle dimitrescu, now married to alcina. but when she gets mad enough to turn her anger toward you, your paniced brain turns back time.

tw: physical violence (not described)

it's been a while since you've been told to clean anything in castle dimitrescu under the fear that you would be sent to the basement if you didn't

you had barely gotten to know your routine when you stepped into a room one day and saw alcina taking her anger out on another maid you didn't even know the name of

it seemed like her brother had upset her at mother miranda's meeting (again) and a small mistake by the maid had been blown out of proportion to relieve the lady's stress

in doing so, it quickly became physical

the (extremely) tall woman's impeccable hearing didn't catch you walking in when all she could focus on was a tea cup she didn't hate lying broken on the floor from the clumsy maid

you were too afraid to move

after her anger subsided just enough, she called her daughters in and allowed them a new play-thing to have in the basement

she just barely caught sight of another woman running away from the door on the other side of the room

she was more pleased than anything to instill more fear into a second victim

since then, you were not sure if the lady knew it was you or not who saw the incident that day

a while after that, the lady needed a new personal maid as her former one was now... preoccupied

she chose you after seeing you make a point to stay out of her way

if it worked out, she got a maid who she wouldn't have to worry about

if it didn't, she got a snack

it worked out

maybe a little too well

you grew to be a confidant in her frustration toward her brother and she eventually took a liking toward you when she told you to finally speak your mind

long story short, she developed a soft spot for you that lead to your relationship and marriage

you'd been surprised when you fell in love with the woman you were so afraid of so long ago

until now

her brother had seemed to upset her beyond the expected amount this time

she had been in your shared room when you came in to comfort her like you usually did

you didn't expect it to get this bad

she had thrown her own vanity (again) and was moving on to other furniture in the room

you tried to talk to her but she threw a chair at the wall next to you, not realizing exactly where you were standing, and proceeded to turn toward you while screaming

your brain goes into fight or flight mode as your love hasn't looked at you in this way since she learned your name

the first thing it does is look toward the ground as you loudly whispered a "yes, my lady"

alcina pauses, confused as to why you would call her that at this point

she looks back to you and notices you won't look at her and have your shaking hands clasped in front of you

it takes her a second to realize what she has done through her anger

alcina knew you knew what she was like to others, but was sure she was never like that with you or maybe even around you

until she remembers one incident where she never caught a maiden's face after they ran from the room

she couldn't breathe for a moment after the realization

"oh draga, no, no, no, I'm so sorry"

she immediately goes toward you and reaches her hand out to touch your cheek

you flinch away

alcina retracts her hand quickly when her eyes start tearing up from the confirmation

her next reaction is to prove that you're not the maid your mind is telling you you are

"my love, I'm so sorry"

no change

she sticks with the idea and goes to grab her old sweater she keeps in the back of the closet that she knows you love

"please, my lady, sit, I will get it"

"Draga, no, please, let me"

"I can do it"

"I know you can, but please, sit for me"

you follow her command and sit on the chaise, hands in your lap and not looking at her in the eye, hoping to avoid angering her more

her heart breaks as she watches your out-of-practice motions

she grabs the sweater and sprays more of her own perfume onto the fabric

she sits next to you and throws it over your shoulders

you're still tense and out of it

she hopes that having her sweater around you will help you differentiate yourself from others as she would NEVER let another maid lay more than a hand on her clothes when putting them away or washing them

she hopes that the smell from the clothing will stick to you after

she puts her arms around you, pulls you into her lap, and starts rocking you

your first instinct at that moment is to tilt your head to the side so she can take a bite from your neck

the motion makes the tears start falling down her face

"no, iubirea mea, not that" and she tucks your own head into her neck as she rubs up and down your back while holding you impossibly close

she continues to whisper how much she loves you, more sweet nothings, and how grateful she is to have you as her wife forever

her heart breaks as she waits for your heart to stop racing and your brain to catch up

it feels like an eternity until she feels your own arms wrap around hers, keeping her close

"i'm so sorry iubirea mea, i would never hurt you, i'm, so so sorry"

"i know you wouldn't. i love you too alcina, always"

[sarcastic-sketches]

More Kitsune!Anakin Anecdotes

Couple of things I unearthed from my discord notes (including several thousand words of dialogue) that I haven’t yet addressed: Kitsune turning into women, Fox Fire, and spinning fur into yarn. Not sure if I want them to be canon to this AU but they are fun to think about. (Anakin got turned into a Kitsune by a Force Temple before AotC for shenanigans to better represent his level of connection to the Force)

Kitsune Femme Mode Along with the shapeshifting, limited as it is with Anakin unable to actually make his tails and ears go away (best he can do is eventually giving himself an illusion that looks 100% human), I recall that one of the things Kitsune are known for is appearing to humans as beautiful women. Imagine Anakin just testing out shapeshifting one day until he lands on a more femme version of himself and goes ‘huh’. He’s already very pretty, add in slightly wider hips with tits to match - looking down at his chest and going ‘wow, look at those’. Then he realises the sort of reactions he’s getting and… well now it’s a fun game. And he can switch between forms so quickly too, it would cause a lot of confusion if he did it mid-conversation (and epiphanies in certain people).

[No, this isn’t my genderfluid ass projecting, I don’t know what you mean]

Aayla would be there immediately with all her crop tops. No Anakin, you cannot just wear your usual robes, if you’re going to do this you need to actually commit. God. What is the point of having that figure if you’re not going to own it. Aayla manages to convince him to wear his robes so that they’re hanging slightly off of his shoulders and he can show off a black crop top with a halter neck underneath but he just doesn’t really give a shit about fashion. Aayla is so disappointed. I HC she’s the type that really hypes up body positivity and all that so she’s very into helping people express themselves with clothes and fashion styles and Anakin just doesn’t care about what he looks like. (big mood, honestly)

He does however realise that depending on the form he’s using at any one time can have an impact on the conversation being had with different people. It tickles that little Trial and Error part of his brain and he can’t resist poking at it some more, trying out different combos with his features. Some senators only take him seriously if he looks like a dude, while others feel way more relaxed in the Force if he’s in Femme Mode or visa versa.

(Also consider, boobs annoying but not having to worry about being hit in the dick when fighting is probably perceived as an advantage)

Anakin is still pretty sure he’s a dude, it’s just fun to look a different kind of pretty every so often. Especially with how quick it makes some people (Fives) trip over themselves. Maybe he settles somewhere in the middle. Oddly enough, Rex has no reaction to this change. He knows Anakin is still the same person, he just looks a little different in places and none of it is a turn off. The ears and tails would have been the major hurdle if anything...

Rex: [shrugging] I’m still attracted to you either way. Anakin: [clocking that Rex is probably Bi] Great to hear!

Fox Fire Kitsune have the ability to summon an orb of fire that will then float around them, either to light their way or to lead others off of their path. Anakin’s fire would undoubtedly be blue and he discovers he can do this one day by coughing while in full Kitsune form only to exhale flames. This freaks him out and everyone else in the vicinity.

Ahsoka: Did you just breathe fire?! Anakin: [a literal bark of panic] I don’t know! Rex: Please, do NOT do that on the ship Fives/Hardcase/Jesse: Do it again!

It takes him a while to actually breathe out a little orb of fire instead of just making pathetic wheezing noises but when he does they all just sort of stare at it. Absolutely entranced, like they’re all moths. Someone goes to touch it. It is very hot. Anakin gets an idea.

Yes, you can destroy droids with Fox Fire projectiles. Yes, he can breathe out multiple fires at once. He is living. I have the mental image of a much older Anakin, with more developed tails in Full Fox form and he has flames coming out of the sides of his mouth and little will-o-wisps dancing around his paws. The excess energy from his Force connection manifesting as Fox Fire on his person at all times.

On a more wholesome note, picture the bases the 501st could set up. The perimeter is illuminated by spectral little blue balls of fire that just float serenely at the edges of their encampments. Keeping the place lit and warding off any of the local beasties. Some troopers even find a little orb floating after them specifcally if they’re doing patrols.

Ahsoka gets a little fire companion permenantly.

Spinning Fur into Yarn So, I’ve mentioned the fact that Anakin would need to regularly brush his tails to maintain them and just generally have them look shiny and silky. But that then produces a lot of undercoat fluff in a pile that Anakin has no idea what to do with. They have all learned from previous experience - working out how to hold a lightsaber as a fox - that burned fur smells awful. Does he just chuck it in the waste disposal?

I can picture him having this conversation out loud in the mess hall or something and just as he’s reached the decision to simply bin all the excess fur, one clone near beside himself with panic is like ‘no, wait!’

Cue every mf in that room turning to this one unpainted clone who piped up all of a sudden and now has to very meekly explain, in front of the Force and all his brothers, that he recently got into knitting and he’s learning how to make his own yarn out of loose threads and other textiles etc because… where else is he gonna get the materials to knit with. Anakin doesn't really think further than someone else wants to deal with all this fluff and just unloads a pile of brushed out, light gold fur onto this clone and calls it a day.

About a month later, this clone is showing off his new shiny scarf that he’s wearing. Made with the discarded fur from their Kitsune General. He’s very proud of it and wears it under his armour into battle. He very quickly garners the name ‘Lucky’ because of the frankly absurd number of near misses he racks up over all the campaigns since. Even Anakin is impressed, because you usually only see that level of reaction time in Force Sensitives. They check. Lucky is about as Force Sensitive as a rock.

Ahsoka then suggests they test him again while he’s wearing the scarf. His results go up.

Anakin’s fur woven into Lucky’s scarf has somehow given him slight precog abilities in life or death situations. Just enough to keep him alive, a sudden urge to duck or move a step to the left, etc. Lucky had some fur leftover so he makes another scarf and gives it to Kix, reasoning that if any trooper should be kept alive it’s the Medic. Nobody argues with this. They are henceforth referred to as ‘Lucky Scarves’ even after Lucky realises that he might just be able to knit tiny armbands for people to wear instead and hopefully have the same effect. He doesn’t have enough fur to work with to make everyone in the 501st a scarf and then there’s the other battalions to consider too.

It used to be a problem when Anakin didn’t know what to do with all the fur he brushed out of his tails and he hated having to brush them at all. Now he’s yelling at his tails for the fur to grow faster.

Ahsoka: Just grow more tails Anakin: Quiet, you.

[glade-constellation]

AU where both Max and Steve are genderfluid and have a strong sibling dynamic because they bonded over being genderfluid without even knowing the word. Robin’s the one who eventually tells them it’s called genderfluid when Steve confessed to her after she confesses being a lesbian. The first time Eddie accidentally shows up during a girls night, his brain short circuits for a moment because Steve Harrington has sparkly purple nail polish and a pink frilly skirt with an oversized white sweater and he though Steve was a cishet man and that brings a whole lot of new possibilities to the table because Steve is definitely not cis so there’s a possibility he’s not straight and what if…

Max, after Steve and Robin, tells Lucas first. He’s confused at first but he’s so supportive and he tries to include Max in with the rest of his friends when they’re doing activities that would be concerned more boyish. He tries teaching her basketball but instead learns to skateboard with him because he can tell they don’t enjoy it like he does (they both still play basketball sometimes though). Max shows up one day with his hair braided like a crown one day, courtesy of Steve, because he didn’t like how long it was that day and Lucas says he likes it up like that.

One day everyone’s over at the Byers house having just a fun hang out day (because sometime they just all needs to be together and make sure they’re all safe). Steve, Eddie, and Robin haven’t shown up yet, but the rest of the party is there. Max has on a blue bracelet but that’s not an odd sight at all. What gets them is Lucas using he/him pronouns when talking about Max. The younger party was going to question it, but Steve walks in and Steve wearing a a skirt is much more of a pressing matter for them. Lucas takes one look at Steve and the pink bracelet she’s wearing that he knows Max made, looks over at Max who nods slightly, and he just nods back. Erica does not care, though she does wonder if that’s why Steve was so willing to play dolls with her when Steve used to babysit. Nancy is simply smart and hangs out with Robin too much to not just already know what’s going on, even if she doesn’t exactly know the word for it. Argyle is just Argyle, he knows and doesn’t give a shit and just says “That’s a pretty skirt my gal” and goes back to whatever he was going. And Steve looks so nervous suddenly because Dustin is yelling and Mike looks actually kind of disgusted and Will and El and Jonathan just look sort of confused and Hopper and Joyce aren’t even in the room, they’re in the kitchen, so she can’t immediately see their reaction. Robin, Eddie, and Max are quick to plant themselves between Steve and the rest of the household, Eddie getting Dustin to shut up for two second while Robin and Max are glaring at Mike who actually takes a step back. The commotion fully stops when Hopper comes in yelling asking what’s going on. He doesn’t see the skirt since Eddie and Robin are in the way, but Joyce does along with how scared Steve looks. They lock eyes for a moment when the room is completely silent and Joyce can see she’s two seconds from a panic attack. That snaps her into her mama bear mode and she’s instantly tells everyone to sit down and points towards the small group and says they get the couch. She looks over at Hopper and goes “Shut it” because she already knew he was about to ask what the hell Steve was wearing and that was the exact wrong thing to do. He stammers a little in defensive before she shuts him up with a glare. She turns back and makes sure everyone is paying attention and says, “This house is a safe space for everybody. If Steve wants to wear a skirt, he can wear a skirt. You can have a chat with me if you don’t like it.”

Steve fidgets with the edge of her skirt before Robin takes it as she clears her throat and croaks out, “Stevie.”

He can see the confusion but Max jumps in and clarifies with, “She prefers Stevie.” She addressed it to Joyce but goes right back to glaring at Mike because she still hated the face he had pulled. He looks mildly terrified now and Max thinks that’s a better look.

Nancy and Jonathan just nod, Jonathan now knowing because he and Argyle had a gender talk when they realized they were non-binary. Though Stevie isn’t looking up from her hands Joyce gives a look that all the Hopper-Byers know means she’s proud. Hopper still looks like he’s not processing a thing. Dustin pipes up, “Did you and Max swap genders or something?” Eddie facepalms with an audible smack, Max roles his eyes, and Robin and Stevie both smile a little because Robin has jokingly made that comment before. And Stevie and Max just share a look and both explain that, no, their genderfluid, meaning they’re sometimes a guy and sometimes an girl and sometimes something in between. And they’re both a little shocked when Jonathan of all people explains that the something in between is called non-binary and something visibly clicks with Dustin because his eyes widen and they say “I thought I only felt like that” and Eddie kind of feels terrible because he wishes he could have helped Dustin sooner.

And when all of this is said and done and El asks if she can paint Stevie’s nails at some point and Hopper is still kind of confused but gives his full support and Eddie pulls Will into a conversation about being gay because Will looked so hopeful that he wasn’t alone and Mike explains that no he wasn’t disgusted, that’s just his natural confused face and Max finally eases up but still shoots him a glare or two for scaring Stevie, Joyce pulls Stevie aside and hugs her. “You are so strong sweetie, thank you for telling us.” Stevie doesn’t sob but there are suddenly tears because her mother never hugged her or told her she was proud, and she’d actually probably hate her if she found out about this, and Joyce goes to grab some tissues and her eye liner because she didn’t notice Stevie was wearing it before but now it’s running down her face.

El goes up to Max hugs him and asks if that means she’s the only girl left in the party of boys and Max laughs but explains that yes, but only for days he wears a blue or green bracelet. El smiles and says, “I still want to be your friend, no matter what gender you are.” Max nods and tried to act like that doesn’t mean a lot to him. Then El says they should give Mike a makeover for scaring Stevie and they both laugh and Max let’s their hair down and swaps their blue bracelet for their green one and they both go back to El’s room to grab some nail polish and scrunchies.

(In the end, Max and Steve are genderfluid, Jonathan and Dustin are non-binary, El and Robin are both bigender (she/they), and Eddie is trans (ftm). Everyone is super supportive and loves them all very much.)

[glitchstoxicwaste]

hii!! Can I request the slashers with a normally hyper and funny S/O suddenly.. stopping? like, not eating, not making any more jokes, not wanting to do anything but sleep? thank you!

If any of you need to talk my messages are ALWAYS open! I’ve had experience with many things and am more than happy to help you get through your pain, you aren’t alone! 🖤

Also sorry some of them are short, my brain fried while making this... and I'm sorry it took so long...

Slashers x Depressed! Reader

Slashers

TW: food mention, let me know if I missed any

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Michael Myers!

Notices right away, doesn’t understand what’s going on.

He’s confused, you were bubbly and happy, now you aren’t, what’s up?

Is uncomfortable with the change.

Gets concerned as fuck when he comes home and dinner isn’t done and you aren’t pulling a prank on him the second he comes back.

Goes to the room to see you in bed the exact same way you were a few days ago, in the same pj’s, curled in a ball, sleeping.

Has had enough when he hears your stomach growling, he now knows you’re not okay.

Scoops you up and carries you to the kitchen, puts you on the counter, and makes you some food.

If you don’t eat it he will feed you.

He’s in panic mode right now, you’re harming yourself and withering away, he loves you, please don’t leave him like everyone else.

This is the only time you will ever see him break his stoic personality.

He will remove his mask, pull you tight into a hug, shaking slightly, tears making your shirt and shoulder damp.

He’s being vulnerable, you’re witnessing The Shape, the Boogyman, cry.

He needs you in his life, you are the only one who can cause him to chuckle and smile when he never does.

You’re special, he trusts you, take care of yourself for him.

Will hold you the entire day and silently plead for you to eat.

Will take you to a therapist if you want to go, will break out of his comfort zone and take you to a specialist.

He wants you to go back to how you used to be, his bubbly baby with a joke in hand, he wants his baby back.

Jason Voorhees!

Him and Pamela notice right away and take immediate action.

Pamela will leave you two alone, but will check on you every now and then.

He will cuddle you, whining and whimpering because he doesn’t know how to help.

Kisses your face and rubs his thumb over your cheeks.

Will feed you if you don’t wanna eat.

Will risk everything to get you therapy if you need it.

He loves you and wants the best for you.

Norman Bates!

Notices after a day or two, waits for you to talk to him about it.

If you don’t talk to him about it and you get worse he will sit on the side of the bed, rub your shoulder, and ask you about what’s going on.

If you don’t wanna talk about it he will sit there in silence, just being there and letting you know he’s there, that you aren’t alone.

If you want cuddles he is there ASAP.

You don’t have to leave bed, he will make you soup or a sandwich.

Will feed you happily.

Will carry you to the bathroom and give you a bath in warm water.

Will plop one of his shirts on you and carry you around.

Finds a joke book and tells you a bunch of corny jokes.

Head kisses and “I love you”’s are never ending

Brahms Heelshire!

Doesn’t notice until almost a week later, instantly on your case.

Dotting on you and worried as fuck.

He’s not worried about you not making him food, he could care less, he’s worried about you not eating or doing ANYTHING!

Instead of You bribing him to take a bath he will bribe you this time.

Goes in the walls sometimes blaming himself.

Sits next to you with a pb&j so you can eat, he doesn’t know how to cook.

Reads books to you.

Billy Lenz!

Doesn’t notice unless he overheard people talking about it or was told about it.

Will creep up to you and lay his chin on your shoulder.

Pokes you and asks what’s wrong.

Makes you hot chocolate a lot.

Curls up behind you and kisses your shoulders.

Tells you to eat.

Leaves trails for others to take care of you because he doesn’t wanna get caught.

On days you both are alone he will cradle you in his arms.

Will try to pick you up but he has noodle arms like me.

Praises you 24/7.

Thomas Hewitt!

Notices the second you act different, pushes Hoyt away and gets Luda Mae to help him make you happy again.

Rubs your shoulder and kisses your head.

Cooks food with Luda Mae to get you to eat.

Will physically fight Hoyt if he gets anywhere near you.

Holds you tight against his chest and sniffles you to show you aren’t alone.

Keeps his mask of to prove he loves and trusts you.

Nuzzles your neck and kisses your shoulder affectionately.

Whispers how much he loves you and how much you mean to him.

Will let you talk to him about everything.

Bo Sinclair!

Doesn’t notice right away.

Thinks you’re being lazy and is about to snap at you until he notices the way you act, and he realizes you’re going through the same thing he did as a child.

Sits next to you on the bed and after a few minutes of silence, will tell you everything will be alright and he's there for you.

Tells you some things him and his brothers did that were dumb when they were growing up.

Listens to everything you have to say very intently and repeats some things back to you to prove he's listening.

If you start to cry he will hold you close to him as you sit on his lap, will play with your hair and rub you back gently shushing you in an attempt of comfort.

Kisses your tears away.

Makes you food and eats food with you at the dinning table so he can watch you.

Gives you a cold glass of water.

Snuggles.

Vincent Sinclair!

Notices instantly, You aren't acting like yourself, something is wrong.

Stops working on his art and weasels his way into your room.

Instantly takes you to the kitchen for food, he saw this in his brother years ago and he is determined to make you feel better.

Many kisses without his mask on.

Has you drink a cold glass of water.

Puts one of his oversized shirts on you for a sense of security.

Takes you into the basement and sits you on his lap while he paints, if you wanna join or help he happily lets you.

Will play with your hair if you have any.

Will let you get wax out of his hair if he has any in it.

Lets you fall asleep on him while he works.

Spoons you in bed.

Lester Sinclair!

Oh no... it's Bo all over again...

Gets Jonesy and they both cuddle with you, kissing your face, and nuzzling you.

Tells you exciting stories of his job and when he was growing up.

Shows you all his scars and tells you what stupid thing he did to get them.

Takes you to the house of the twins so all three of them can care for you.

Bi will just check in on you, Vincent makes you food, and Lester is dotting on you more than ever.

Hugs you tight a lot and tells you how happy he is with you and how you make his life better.

Tells you how much Jonesy likes you too.

Never leaves you side ever.