#and it's such a chilling and gut wrenching scene as a whole

[miss-galaxy-turtle]

I'm sorry but

Nolan: I deserve death

Allen: Oh, god

Absolutely fucking sent me

[frownyalfred]

I came across a post where someone mentioned that Martha Wayne’s pearls were actually her teeth, but Bruce misremembered or blocked it out…

This has to be one of the most heartbreaking and gut-wrenching headcanons I’ve ever encountered about Martha and Bruce. Just imagine the scene—her teeth falling out instead of the pearls, either from the impact of the bullet or from the way she fell and hit her mouth.

The imagery is so disturbing and visceral. It adds a whole new layer of trauma to Bruce’s memory, making his recollection of that night even more tragic.

Also— I feel like we don’t talk enough about what the Waynes’ deaths must have really been like…

The thought that Bruce might have been splattered with his parents’ blood, or even brain matter, from the impact. .. I feel like the writers never really specified where exactly they were shot or what kind of gun was used, which could have made the injuries even more horrifying depending on the weapon. The unease in his father’s voice—something foreign that Bruce had probably never heard before—from a man who was usually so optimistic and confident, might have been the first time Bruce saw his father truly scared. And then there’s his mother’s screams. In Christopher Nolan’s movies, Martha’s screams still haunt me to this day. The actress did an incredible job capturing that raw terror.

But what really gets me is the time. How long did Bruce stand there, in the pool of his parents’ blood, waiting for someone to come and help him? Did he try to pick up his mother’s pearls, or maybe try to stop the blood from pouring out of their wounds? That time must have felt like an eternity for him—standing there, powerless, with his parents’ blood on his hands, the smell of rot from the nearby trash, the powder of the gunshot lingering in the air, the city’s humidity, and the iron tang of blood.

And another chilling thought: what if his parents died with their eyes open? The idea of Thomas Wayne’s lifeless eyes staring up at his now-traumatized, orphaned son is just devastating.

Anyways, sorry for the ramble… I would love to hear your thoughts !!!

oh my god. yeah…..I mean, yeah. I’m getting smacked speechless by some of these anons today.

I actually saw someone knock all their teeth out once like you’re describing and it is gruesome. seeing teeth where they aren’t supposed to be is horrifying.

I think comics and movie adaptations letting the Waynes get shot somewhere in center mass, away from their faces, by low caliber bullets so they bleed out with last words is a mercy, in some ways.

modern guns could make that scene could look very, very different. I won’t go into them here but…yeah. there’s a reason they die with their faces intact in the comics and most movies, in my opinion. and with a few words or screams, maybe, before they fully die.

but yeah. there’s a world where they both get hit point blank in the head, brain and blood go everywhere, and Bruce has to sit there caked in for a while. until the cops show up, and even then, he probably doesn’t get clean for a while, since he’s covered in the decade’s most haunting crime scene.

[trrickytickle]

Ten-Tickles 🛸

the punchline was “what does it take to make an alien laugh?” but then again, title would get too long. last fic i did for this franchise was so bad (it was pretty much a glorified headcanon list) so i deleted it 💀 Be warned, a lot of these drabbles have the same sort of wafer-thin setup, I just need excuses to write the situations they're in.

Self-indulgent switch Ben+Gwen drabbles I did in between prompts and such. because 1) I’m a 2000s CN kid and 2) I’m trash lmao. Props to my brother for putting up with me for asking him questions about a show I haven’t seen in years and then again it was only bits and pieces of said show. they should have had a tk scene let me live my truth. and yes i've never watched this show in years but i do have a human encyclopedia at my disposal (shoutout again to my poor brobro)

But anyways, oh my DAYS, Ben and Gwen. Still essential parts of EVERY tickle doodle sheet. They were THE ler-leaning switches ever in my day (old hag voice). DEF annoying lers, tk potential THROUGH DA ROOOOF but the shenanigans are better in small doses. footerfeet tickles in ditto + wildvine + greymatter drabbles btw (if u dont like) (OH and in the last drabble as well)

I am NOT familiar at all with any of the story stuff or like 128923 other serieses. All I know is that there's a blue furry now and what my brother tells me (a whole bunch, it's the tism) (same). This is just my brainvomit.  So yeah. These are the small shenanigan doses. 10 drabbles, 10 aliens, that’s the gist.  YEAH IM TRASH SUE ME

Putting the weird gut-wrenching feeling he got after the Omnitrix would power down again aside, Ghostfreak was a fun one. What was not to love about phasing through walls like a peeping Tom and scaring the crap out of little kids? Best part was- Gwen didn’t seem to like him.

This past summer, the Rustbucket had parked its tires down next to many, many art museums, much to Ben’s dismay. The Cleveland Art Museum was no different to him (it was in Ohio, so it was probably worse).  Marble statues and paintings filled a lifeless square with ivory walls as if to compensate for something. Like the art strung up on the walls, it was a tragic sight. Ben gave a loud groan, to which Grandpa Max shushed in response.

“Look, it’s all part of the deal-” he lectured. “We went where you wanted to go-”

“Blehh-bleh-blehh-bleh-bleh-bleh-bleeh..” Ben mocked, just barely brushing past a delicate display.

“Can’t you have some culture, mush-for-brains!?” Gwen snapped. “This place has lots of history behind it!”

They kept walking, stopping to admire piece after piece after piece, and then they just had to read the little information cards on the bottom. Boring.

“Yeah, yeah, history, schmistory. The guy who drew that’s probably dead anyway. Speaking of dead…” Slamming the dial on a spooky silhouette, Ghostfreak floated up with a chill in the frigid air. 

 "Boo!" he joked, startling Gwen (and everyone else in the museum) with a jolt. She scowled, glaring daggers into Ghostfreak's single pupil.

“What? This place is practically a ghost town already.” Another glare from the ginger. “Tough crowd, I guess.”  Ghostfreak phased through a few statues and peeled off its skin to scare onlookers, then went back to bother Gwen again.

“Heeeeeyyy…” 

"What.” Gwen snapped, turning around from her view of a sculpture. The alien dove through her torso, phasing through and quite literally getting inside her head, possessing her and stringing her hands around like a disorganized puppeteer.

"Stop tickling yourself." Ghostfreak rasped. Out of her control, Gwen's own hands danced around her tummy. Her possessed body struggled to keep from breaking out in a laughing fit, snickering, snorting and gritting her teeth.

"NGH-gh-hh-heh.." Gwen grunted, contorting her twisting smile into a grimace. Her own arms still moved unwillingly around her sides, and Ghostfreak's teasing whispers rang through her own corporal body.

"Stop tickling yourself. Stop tickling yourself. Stooop tickling yourself~" Her cousin's nagging voice surrounded Gwen's thoughts louder than usual, and if that wasn't bad enough, her own fingers involuntarily dug their way into her ribs, and along the hallowing halls reverberated her shrill, loud shriek.

'Hehehe-haha-hYIEEEEK!! Youhohou're such a dweeb!!" Through laughter, her own hands squeesed their way down her sides.

Ghostfreak phased out of her, laughing in a strange demented manner. Scowling, Gwen and Grandpa Max were dragged out of the building whilst Ben floated behind, gloating.

Well, this wasn't the first place they were kicked out of.

The Plumber base was cool at first. The secret entrance was cool. The alien ray-guns were cool. Even the prospect of plain old Grandpa kicking butt for a living was cool. As visits became more frequent, the wow-factor dulled. Grandpa Max would almost always be off discussing confidential matters, and Ben and Gwen would be left to their own devices under the vague condition of "don't touch anything", and more often than not, Ben would run into a room he wasn't allowed in while Gwen ran after him, and such was the case. A monitor twice the size of a movie screen fell before the cousins' eyes, with a keyboard thrice as wide to boot.

"Too many failed login attempts. Try again in fifteen minutes!?" Ben groaned. "You'd think we'd be allowed to test some of this stuff out.."

"What part of "don't touch anything" do you not understand, bozo?" Gwen retorted.

"Relax, it's not like he'll notice.." Ben shrugged in response, fingers wriggling over the cluttered keyboard. Before he could lay a finger on it, Gwen held him up by the back of his shirt.

"Hey! Do I look like I want Grandpa to kill us?"

Writhing, Ben looked down, turning the Omnitrix dial and slamming it, resulting in a mass of neon-streaked ferrofluid coagulating into his technological form. Upgrade slithered its way out of Gwen's reach and enveloped the screen, and Ben was interlinked to the monitor.

"Wo-ho-hoah! Look at all these! I don't even know what to name all of them!" Upgrade chirped, putty-like head popping out of the monitor. Slides of alien data files popped up in duochromatic green and black. Gwen groaned in frustration and scoured the keyboard for some sort of power down switch.

"Come on, come on! The Plumbers should know where to put a dang off button!" Disgruntled, Gwen's fingers closed as many tabs as her cousin could open. Ben felt jolts of static zapping at his mechanical form. For every press on the unnecessarily complicated contraption, the little zaps would grow increasingly inconvenient. And they tickled. Bad. Upgrade thrashed, threatening to jump out of the screen.

"-ngh- Would you stop -ugh- bothering me? I'm trying to get us- YOU out of trouble!" Gwen dodged the assault of his synthetic limbs while resuming her attempt to shut the device off.

"Hehe-heh-hey! I'm nohot trying to, you're tickling me!" Upgrade jittered. There was an eager glint in Gwen's eyes which made him regret his choice of words. Like a pianist, she cracked her knuckles, wiggling her fingers before the keys.

"Oh yeah? How's this for tickling? How about this?" Gwen pressed a crescendo of keys in a sadistic cacophony in a quick, succeeding fashion. Her fingers precisely clicked away from the top row all across the bottom. Upgrade's putty-like construct could barely constrict, only jutting outwards as each shockwave coursed through his synthetic body.

"G-gh-HA-HA-heh-HAHA-hah-heh-ha-HAHAHAHAHA! Quihihit it, lame-brain! Stohop, stohoho-hop! Ihi-hihi'm beheh-hehe-gging you!"

"Nope. Serves you right!" Gwen continued, smirking in sadistic glee at her newfound knowledge. Her hands criss-crossed across the board, aiming for certain nooks and crannies (the space bar was especially bad), laughing along with the Mechamorph.

As what was left of ten minutes ticked away, the clicking of keys grew louder and faster, and Upgrade's chippery laughter rang through the hallowed halls of the Plumber base.

It wasn’t fair. No matter how many games of license plate bingo Ben betted it on, it was always Gwen who got to sit and soak up the AC in the front seat. It was torture, seeing her kick back, a gloating grin square on her face when she looked back at the shaky, sizzling back seat- and desperate times like this called for desperate measures. Annoying ones. Wandering his way down the matted carpet of the Rustbucket on his tiptoes, Ben crept up at his cousin and goosed her in the sides with an evil glint in his eyes.

“Poke.”

A squeal! made Grandpa look back from the steering wheel and groan dejectedly. Gwen scowled, gritting her teeth.

“Rrrr!  Why do you have to be such a- EEEEE!!” A plethora of pokes followed from her sides up to her ribs, along with occasional digs at her armpits- that is if they weren’t slammed shut in preparation for imminent attack.

“Gr-Grandpa! He’s being annoying!” To no avail, Grandpa Max kept on driving, trying to shut out her high pitched laughter.

“I’m only stopping if you’ll let me sit up front..” Ben retorted obnoxiously. “Poooooke- OW!” Gwen flicked him on the index finger in response, giggling smugly. He attempted to reach in numerous times afterwards, but each one would be deflected by Gwen’s hand.

“Nice try, doofus! That won’t work on me!” she stated, hands on hips. It was desperate times like now which called for desperate measures. Knowing Ben, he wouldn’t back down from a challenge, and when Gwen heard the dial-turn of the Omnitrix, it spelled trouble.

“But this might!” Four-Arms’ booming, baritone voice growled. His massive size bent him double against the roof of the RV, which only made Gwen closer to (two) arms’ reach.

“Don’t. Even. Think. About. It.”

But think about it he did. Gwen’s wrists were grasped by Ben’s single muscle-bound alien arm, lifting her up, and his other three were prodding away while she squirmed at the hands of the squatting extraterrestrial.

"Hihihehehehehe-AH-haha! Puhuhut me dohohown!" She bucked, instinctively kicking the window so hard the air freshener swung like a pendulum. Grandpa Max lifted one hand off the steering wheel to facepalm and rub his temples. Kids.

"Surrender the front seat!"

"Or whahahat, you slimeba-ha-hall!?"

"Or I'm amping it up!" Halting the stabbing jabs, Four-Arms lifted Gwen's legs up, receiving full access to her torso. Her long-sleeved tee was pulled to reveal her midsection, which his brawny lower hands then toyed with like an organ. "So, about that front seat.. Ready for it to be mine now? Huh??.." " ..Huh? Aw, MAN!" Like it was fate, the Omnitrix timed out in a flash of red, and Ben was met with a stern Grandpa-glare.

Why'd she always have to win?

"Kk-ggh-HA-HA! That's unfahair! G-Gwen, you're che-hee-HEA-ting!" 

"Hah-how is it chehe-heating if- -ngh- I'm nohot letting you cheat!?" 

The plasticine squeak of chafing against polyester was frequent as gunfire in the warzone that was the Rustbucket and laughter filled summer air like mustard gas- an all-out tickle tussle had arose in the midst of a stop for gas and supplies. Gwen had the upper hand, as Ben had slid off onto the carpet from her dirty tactic of holding up his left hand (conveniently also his cool alien watch-wielding hand) and targeting his armpit. Hypocritically, she reached over for her spellbook,  leaning over on the booth seat as her cousin floundered on the carpet, and she had let go, unaware, only to look back at a flash of neon green. Ditto emerged, splitting into one- then two- then three. 

"Uh-ooooh, looks like somebody's outnumbered!" One chatty clone piped while the other snuck up behind her back, putting its arms above Gwen's shoulders and mercilessly targeting her tummy. The other two, however, grabbed her ankles and tossed her shoes off and gave each other the same shit-eating knowing smirk, cartoonishly wiggling their free fingers. 

"Hah-hehe-HA-ha-HA! Ahaha-ha-quit it, quit it, qui-hih-hi-hit it!" Gwen repeated, giggling.

"Raspberry on three?" the Ditto at her left foot remarked, the rest nodding. 

"Three.. two.." 

"One!" Gwen yelled, squeezing the Ditto behind her's side. All three yelped in unison, and the smile on her face shifted to one involuntary to a knowing grin. Smirking, she pinned the clone down, pursing her lips and leaning in for a satisfyingly sloppy raspberry, then  another, and then another. All three laughed hysterically, swatting at air. 

"guh-HA-HAHA-AHAHAHA-HA!! Stoppit! P-puh-PLEEASE!" 

"Hah-HA-Ha-HAHA-Haha-have MERCY!!" 

"Nnnnghh-HHHAHA-HA!! It TICKLES!!" 

"Not 'till lunch, dwe- ACK!" Gwen called back as the Omnitrix timed out, only to be greeted with a pounce by her now-human cousin, his fingers threateningly spidering over her. "Don't even! B-Be-hehe-hen!"

Typically, Gwen wasn't one to boast. It was mainly Ben's antics that kept her humble during the road trip. Today seemed to be a rather obnoxious exception- she'd just grasped a spell, and used it every chance she got. Throughout this long summer day, cries of "Reanima Verdanica!" irritated Ben and to an extent, Grandpa Max to no end as flowers bloomed wherever she went.

"Alright, alright! I get it! You can make a few posies and pansies, what's the big deal!?" Ben whined. No response. Thinking the campsite they were parked at could use a little sprucing up, wildflowers sprouted from the mana on Gwen's hands onto the ground. Flowers that were tenfold their original size were visible from the sun-faded windows. Ben slumped onto the dinette table, rolling his eyes, when not long after he decided to take matters into his own hands.

"A little Wildvine'll show her who's boss!" Evergreen now surrounded the inside of the vehicle in a flash of light.  Ben, in Wildvine's form, slithered out the door and snuck up behind his cousin.

"Reanima...verdanicAAHHH! What is WITH you, freakazoid!?" 

"Hah! How's this for a plant?" Wildvine growled. "Betcha flowers can't do this!" Extending like a jumper cable, a tendril from his left hand extended, grabbing Gwen by her legs. Upside-down, the spellcaster struggled in her surprisingly strong bonds. Her spellbook fell to the floor with an underwhelming thud.

"Grrrr! Let me down, or-"

"Or what? You're gonna make me a flower crown?" He gloated. Wildvine's tuberous face shifted into a smirk, and from his sides, he conjured three sets of rakelike vines- two of which wormed into Gwen's armpits, the other pair slowly skittered against her ribs and tummy, and, to her relief, the last pair laid still against his roots. His methods were slow, but boy, were they evil.

"Ngh-hehe-gGGGGH! Reanima-haha... Verda-HA! Reanima Ver-daha-HAnicA! Ngh.. STUPID spell!" Continually, Gwen attempted to say the spell straight-faced, but humiliating giggles would slip out in between her attempt to resist. Not even weeds would grow from the ground. 

"Payback, princess!" Wildvine rasped, the last set of arms shot up and the left arm grabbed hold of her left foot, whilst the right took off her shoe and began to scribble and shuffle against her sole in quick succession. The other vines followed suit, speeding up.

"Ugh! Reanima-HA-HAHAHAHA! Eeee-ya-hehehe-HAHAHA! You are so-hoho getting it when I'm out of here!"

She'd keep that promise and keep it well.

(oh ma JESUS i had to do research (ick) to get this one to work, i'm also a dog person if you couldn't tell)

Most people associated summer with sweltering heat and running through sprinklers. Most people, however, would not associate it with a life-or-death journey to retrieve lost alien DNA samples across the galaxy on a spaceship. Half the Omnitrix's rogue's gallery had been magically corrupted in a battle with Hex, giving Ben limited access to its library. 

It wasn't as grueling as the past battle against Vilgax- the aliens scanned in the past had offered themselves up again without a fight- but Wildmutt's sample was different. Its home planet Vulpin also housed heaps of malignant radioactive waste, so Tetrax, the crystalized mercenary, took matters into his own hands and brought it onto the ship. Flighty, feral and difficult to control, it was hard to ease. 

"Now, no sudden movements.." Tetrax husked. "Just touch and scan." 

"Aw, yeah! Just one left and it's hero time!" Ben boasted. To prevent further damage, the Vulpimancer was surrounded by a ring of creeping green crystal. 

"Nice doggy.. good doggy.." Gwen attempted to reason. The alien responded, eagerly lapping her face and showering it in thick drool. "Ugh! Gross!" Sniffing the air, the canid alien inched toward the two human children. It snarled, then with a series of curious pants, leapt at Ben. 

"Yeesh. Talk about a sudden movement." Gwen chided. The Omnitrix-bearer was nervous- its sharp teeth and cud-like drool was an inch to his face. Tetrax and Gwen flinched. Ben knew Wildmutt, and he knew him well- this beast could maul him at any second. 

What came instead was much less lethal- the alien's panting changed to that of excitement, and nuzzling against the fabric of Ben's shirt, it started to sniff him, the gusts of hot air blowing against his tummy. 

"Nnghh! Gh-hh-Ahah-Hh--" 

Gritting his teeth, it didn't take long before he'd burst into loud, embarrassing laughter. 

"AH-hah-ha-ha-HAHA! Hehe-haha- Te-hetrax! Make him stohohop!" 

Tetrax stood, smiling innocently. Boyish laughter urged the Vulpimancer to lean in closer and pepper Ben with slobbering dog-kisses, much to Gwen's delight- this was perfect blackmail material. 

"Aw, who's a good boy? Whooo's a good boy? Who loves torturing my doofus cousin? You do, ooooooh, yes, you do!" Gwen cooed, teasing Ben with wriggly fingers. 

"Gaha-guh-Gwen! J-Juhust ge-heh-het Wildmutt offa mehe-hehe!" 

"What's that? The doofus says he likes it?" She chided. 

"Now, now, don't tease him too much. Scanning mode will trigger soon." Tetrax responded, ceasing playing dumb. 

Ben bucked, as the Vulpimancer's head wormed its way into his armpit, instinctively causing him to conk it on its skull with the Omnitrix. The watch glowed a dim orange as a robotic voice reverbrated-

 "Scanning mode engaged." Finally. Both Tetrax and Gwen helped the mushy, giggly puddle on the floor which was Ben Tennyson up. Panting in relief, the tingly, shaggy sensation passed. The Omnitrix was complete, and it was safe travels back from here- safe, long, travels where Gwen wouldn't let him live this down.  

(this picture looks really stupid HAHA)

Despite the wide range of useful alien heroes in the Omnitrix, it was no secret that Ben had a clear bias towards Four-Arms- what more could you want? Heck, the guy was hulked out, with four knuckle sandwiches at the ready- and his strength could fare useful for any situation.. especially annoying Gwen. The cousins were tasked to work together on setting up camp, and knowing them, things would only take a turn for the worse. Littered across the campsite were pinewood not yet built into a campfire and tents left unpitched- all because the two were too busy squabbling. 

"...What part of "pitch a tent" do you not understand, bonehead!?" Gwen nagged, hands on hips. 

"Grandpa said that was your job! Remind me who helped gather the firewood earlier?" 

"Four-Arms." she chided. "It's not fair! You get to go hero and I've gotta do everything myself!" Just as fate had intended, the Omnitrix sparked green once again, and Ben gave a mischievous grin, making the redhead want to swallow her words. 

"Oh, I'll have fun showing you what else he can do!" He wiggled his fingers, pressing the watch dial down. In a flash of quick metamorphosis, the boy emerged as- 

"CANNONBOLT!?"  

"Hah! Please. Like that thing can pitch a tent." 

Ben, disappointed with the form he had taken, looked down at his radish-like feet, then back up at his armor plated shoulders- then his fluffy claws... and a devious idea hatched in his spherical head. Grabbing Gwen, Cannonbolt curled up halfway, and though she couldn't see it through her predicament, there was a wide, fanged smirk across his face. 

"AH!! Whatever you're doing, don't even-" 

"Too late! Tickle-tickle tickle tickle-tickle.." His four-pronged claws wormed their way into Gwen's shirt, scribbling and squeezing against her sides while their unbearable fur fluffed against her midsection. Her tummy jerked around as she writhed and threw her head back. 

"Ggg-rr-HHH!!-Hh-HAHAHA-hahahEEEEK! Eeee- Sss-HH-Stoppit! Put me dOHOWN!" 

"Hmm... no. Unless.." Laying on his plated shell, Cannonbolt remained nonchalant as Gwen squealed, cackled and bargained. He upped the ante, lightly tracing over her navel and going over her shirt to poke at every individual rib while she was held snug in a bear-hug. "You let me go hero." 

"Nnnnn-NEHE-Never!" Fighting the press of its claws, Gwen put up a fight- only urging Ben to further egg her on. Bad idea. 

"Well, in that case..." A barrage of quick, spiderlike claw-movements were skidding and skittering around Gwen's tummy. The pine forest clearing around them were as much as a wreck for once, and a familiar voice boomed from within the trees louder than her laughter. 

"Benjamin. Kirby. Tennyson." Grandpa Max scolded. Gwen and Cannonbolt stood like deer in headlights, darting their eyes along the mangled campsite. At least there was someone who could keep Ben in check.

Nothing in the Rustbucket worked like it was supposed to. Flushing the toilet was a three-man effort, the oven would start sparking when the stove was on, and most inconveniently, opening the fridge cut the air conditioning- which was left running as the Tennysons trekked back from a strenuous hike at the Grand Canyon, and to their dismay, Ben and Gwen were greeted by a snail trail of melted ice-cream stretching from the faulty fridge.

“Aw, man! That was our only real food!” Ben whined, wiping his brow, standing at the puddle like it was blood at a crime scene. Gwen stood next to him, equally distraught, as the chunks of cookies and cream barely reached their shoes.

“Yeah, if only SOMEONE didn't leave the AC on!” she snapped.

"Oh, that's an easy fix. A little Grey Matter'll work wonders!” The tiny trooper jumped up onto the kitchenette’s counter, over the stove and made a springy leap up to the top of the fridge and launched himself toward the dusty air vent. Incessantly technobabbling to himself, Gwen looked up with a little too much faith in him. 

"You know, I think this is one of the only good ideas you've had all summer.." 

Grey Matter crawled, slimy hands soldering wires to the best of its abilities. Almost there. Wiping out gunk from crevices without breaking a sweat, his sagacity was paying off well.

“I think it’s working!” exclaimed Gwen, a moment too soon.

“Just a clean around the filter, and..” Red light creeped through the vent as a low jitter signaled the Omnitrix’s cooldown. There was a thud- and Ben’s lower half stuck out through the roof, leaving the air conditioner in worse condition. 

"-Unf! Oooowww!!" 

Stuck in the vent from his shoulders up, he could do nothing but kick and flail- as Gwen erupted in mocking laughter. 

"Hey, hey! Help! Seriously! Stop laughing and let me down! Ugh, I'm telling on you!" Ben whined and kicked at Gwen's face, unaware. 

"Oh, I'll help you down, alright.." Her smug smirk, one of pure, unadulterated childlike mischief, was out of sight, which left Ben oblivious to the assault that was to come. Yanking his shoes off with a struggle, and swiftly, her shifting fingers swooped along his socked feet.  This was so worth losing an entire tub of ice cream.

"WAIT!!- Nnng- heh-HUH-hahaha-Whahaha-what gi-HI-hihives!?" 

"I'm just helping you down, what's with the attitude? Do you want to spend the rest of summer vacation with your head up a vent like an ostrich!?" Gwen played dumb, almost-reluctantly sliding off Ben's left sock, nimble fingers flossing through toes, ringing unrelenting laughter. 

"Ggh-HAH-haha-HA!! Stohop making f-huhun of me!" With each trace at the arch and dig at the toes, his face flushed from above. Gripping desperately onto the roof, he thrashed, threatening to crash on the carpet. 

"I bet there's a spell in here somewhere.." pondered Gwen. 

"nn-NNN-PLEAHASENO!" In fear of the mere suggestion, Ben fell facefirst into the confection on the carpet. Holding back giggles, Gwen walked away as he grumbled. 

They wouldn't be getting any cool air for days.

"G-AAAAAAH!!" 

A failed leap of faith sent Gwen, donning the Lucky Girl mask, careening down the Seattle Space Needle hopelessly, just barely escaping Charmcaster and her bag of tricks. Her own hero exploits were as infrequent as they were dangerous- which was why, for safety's sake, she would be frequently accompanied by Ben.

"huh-huh-Phew..-whoo-.." 

As her arms flailed in an ostrichlike attempt in flight, Stinkfly's gangly hands had grabbed her mid-air, a light buzz coming from his insectoid wings. Gwen was safe and sound- but his putrid smell couldn't escape her. 

"I really saved your butt there, didn't I?" his phlegmy voice reverbrated, Charmcaster's flying golems hot on their trail. They weren't any trouble- they were easily apprehended by the goop from his eyestalks. 

"Yeah, but you really didn't need to smell like one! Now, hurry!" As they lost the evil enchantress, Gwen sassed and the duo flew toward the Rustbucket. Manoeuvreing over buildings with beating wings and showing off to onlookers, Ben was taking his sweet time for someone she told to hurry.

Gwen rolled her eyes. "What part of hurry don't you under-ST-eEK! " With a mischievous smirk, Stinkfly's legs reached over to poke at Gwen's middle- exposed from the wind blowing against her costume. Letting go of one arm, its brittle claw wormed (insect pun) into her armpit.

 "Ahaha-HA! Y-yooo-you-hoo-hoo STINK!" she bucked. 

"I know!" Keeping it up, two legs squeezed at the midriff like dough, while another set prodded at her ribs. "Not so lucky, are you now? Are you?" Even in a repulsive form, Ben still couldn't help but boast. 

"Ghh-AHAHA-Heh-sto-STAHAHAP!" Gwen cackled. Fortunately, he heeded her demand- but only when they noticed Charmcaster, brandishing her magical bag behind them. Glowing red, the Omnitrix cooled down. Trouble. 

"Looks like Lucky Girl has a weakness!.." she cooed. "And, oh, would you look at that! I have just the thing.." As wriggly, teasing stone hands flew towards Gwen, she couldn't help but grumble under her breath. Cousins.

(I ran out of "good" aliens.)

(also Gwendolyn's design is just so fucking good I literally love it for reasons I can't explain)

Another time adventure was the perfect opportunity to whisk Ben and Gwen away from a lunch of fried grasshoppers. Though their presence would cause many, many timeline discrepancies, they were the key to thwarting a major anomaly in Ben 10,000's way ..but their importance wouldn't stop the two from running amok in his headquarters. The two marveled at their own accomplishments, their egoes only expanding in the process. 

"Woah! I get to learn more spells?" Gwen leafed through collections of magical runes, unusually eager. A slew of scrolls rolled off onto the metallic floor making a mess. "And that's my black belt!" 

"Another hoverboard? Oh-ho-HO, check it out!" Pushing buttons and flipping switches they shouldn't have, the cousins made a mess of the tall tower- and it wasn't long before their future selves stepped up from the elevator doors, glaring dourly. 

"What have we told you two about not touching anything?" reprimanded the older Ben. "That was a present from New Petropia!" 

"You too, Gwen." Gwendolyn deadpanned. "You know, I'd think us- you out of all people would know better." 

"Ugh, jeez! Guess you're still no fun.." The ten-year-old Ben rolled his eyes, blowing a raspberry at his elder- who exchanged a sly, knowing smirk with Gwendolyn.

"Well, we do know a thing or two about fun..." In the blink of an eye, Future-Ben went Four-Arms, holding his younger self up by the wrists with his first pair of arms. Gwendolyn straddled the latter cousin's legs with a wry smile. 

"Consider this revenge." she teased, baring her long nails at Gwen, tracing, scribbling and spidering over her sides. Four-Arms, bigger and more rugged than he was in the past, dug into Ben's ribcage and armpits, just harsh enough to be unbearably soft. 

"Wha-What are you- Wait! No! We're really so-HORRY! Ah! Haha-hah-heh-HA!" Gwen pleaded through laughter, throwing her head back as her older self dug into her armpits while she thrashed with every touch. 

"Ple-HEASE! I'm -huh- not gonna-ha-ha- touch yo-hour stuff! You're gonna KI-HEHE-HILL ME!" 

"No use bargaining, shrimp." Changing form, a (new!) agile simian alien emerged and webbed Ben up. "I call him Spidermonkey." Its tail yanked his shoes off, and eight fluffy fingers spidered over his soles. Hitting the floor, he thrashed in silky bonds as one of many new forms exploited weaknesses that he himself knew better than anyone. 

"Just s-huh-SE-hehend us to the Null Vo-hoi-d ahat thi-his point!" 

"We're just getting started! I've got 9,998 heroes left!" 

"You know, Gwen.. great point earlier. I did get to learn more spells. Esthesio Pluma!" The younger redhead gulped, preparing for the worst. Fluffy feathers descended out of nowhere, flitting and floating at the flick of Gwendolyn's wrist. They ghosted over her stomach, telekinetically flying into her shirt to fluff at her belly button. The other plumes brushed over her neck in slow methodical fashion, and into her armpits. 

"AH-hehe-HEH-hehehe! Lemme GO-hoho! You've behehe-heen through this!" Gwen reasoned, attempting to swat away the feathers, curling up into a kicky ball. 

"Should we let up?" Nonchalantly, the older Ben rasped whilst running around in XLR8's form, waggling his tail quickly over his younger self's stomach while his claws targeted multiple spots simultaneously.  

"We don't want us to suffer forever.." Gwendolyn assured, relinquishing control of the floating feathers. As quickly as he started, XLR8 stopped, reverting back into Ben. The past-cousins had a moment to catch their winded breath before getting back on their feet. 

"-huff- I'll get me back someday.. Maybe.. now!" Just as Ben was about to slam his watch, his future self poked him on the stomach. "-y-IEEK!" 

"If you tried, we'd know." she jeered. 

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and that's the end of that! damn, that last one was long. back to requests!

[imvgincs]

[ help ] sender runs to receiver when they scream for help ( + zarang )

. 𓇬 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘 .

the acrid stench of smoke clawed at ziggy’s lungs as he hurtled through the narrow, dimly lit alleyways, each breath a jagged gasp whilst he tripped over debris. sarang’s scream—piercing and desperate—still echoed in his ears, the sound like a shard of glass lodged in his heart. and for that, his feet pounded against the pavement, but the real drumbeat was the frantic rhythm of his heart, crashing in his chest like a caged beast.

"sarang!" he shouted, his voice cracking and raw from the smoke that swirled around him like an unrelenting shadow. the once-familiar streets were now a chaotic blur, a labyrinth of choking grey that rendered his sense of direction useless.

to his own dismay, there was no answer to his pleading call. only the relentless hiss of flames and the distant, mournful wail of a siren.

"sarang! where are you?" his words trembled with the kind of panic that made his whole body shake. his hands stretched out as if he could physically draw her closer to him. he inhaled the smoky air, each breath a battle against the rising terror. he had to be close—he just had to be.

another scream cut through the haze, faint but unmistakable. ziggy’s pulse raced, and he pushed forward, every beat of his heart echoing louder than the chaos around him. he burst into a small clearing, where shadows flickered just beyond the edge of his vision. he lunged, reaching out with an anguished hope.

but when he arrived, there was nothing.

ziggy froze, his chest heaving as if it might burst. his eyes darted around, searching the smoke-choked scene with frantic desperation. where was she?

then it struck him—a horrible, bone-chilling realization. the scream, the smoke, all of it—it was too perfect, too timed. it wasn’t a cry for help; it was a trap.

before he could even react, the atmosphere around him shifted. the silence that followed was so eerie it felt alive, pressing in on him. ziggy’s heart slammed against his ribs as he understood with gut-wrenching clarity that he had walked straight into their snare.

just then, a sharp whistling cut through the fog. ziggy barely had a moment to brace himself before a violent impact slammed into his side, knocking the breath from his lungs. he staggered, his knees buckling, as white-hot pain seared through him like a living flame. his hand flew to his ribs, trying to steady the rapid, shallow breaths that were all he could manage.

the smoke tightened around him, twisting like a living shroud. ziggy gritted his teeth, fighting to stay upright, but his legs betrayed him, trembling uncontrollably. another blow—this one to his shoulder—sent him crashing hard against the cold, unforgiving ground.

his vision blurred, the thick fog swallowing everything in its unforgiving embrace.

"sarang…" he rasped, trying to call out her name once more, but it was barely more than a whisper. his arms, trembling with exertion and pain, pushed weakly against the concrete. a last attempt to make it to his feet once more. his head spun, and his limbs felt like they were sinking into lead.

another jarring impact, this time to the back of his head. stars exploded in his vision, and the world tilted violently. his fingers clawed at the rough surface of the pavement, seeking any anchor, but the smoke grew thicker, darker, suffocating him.

the last thing he glimpsed was a vague, shifting figure moving through the haze before the world finally succumbed to darkness.

[slowthinkingreader]

The Sword of the Lictor - Gene Wolfe

(Started June 7th, 2024, finished July 15th, 2024)

Wow I really took my time finishing this review. But I have my reasons!! ONE: my writing got deleted twice and I gave up for a bit, I was so sad, and TWO: these books get really fucking good a few chapters in, and honestly? I've struggled to put the books down. I've basically had to force myself to finish this review right now, much later, before I can already finish the fourth book. It gets good! It gets really good! In fact, I have to start by saying that this is by far the best these books have read so far. Without spoiling anything about my next review, I think Sword of the Lictor will already be the highest point in the series for me.

There's a part in the book, a little after Severian escapes from Thrax, where the story really picks up the pace, and then it never really seems to want to slow down. It stops feeling so much like a semi-distant recollection by the author of story, and we enter into a survival-horror scene. There's an immediacy and sense of detail—starting with the descriptions in the mountains— that hasn't been present in these books before. Several times between readings of this book, whilst I was cooking, or doing dishes, or driving, whatever, I found myself running back to certain phrases and impressions from these chapters that felt so vivid to me that I struggled to think about anything else. You know when you're just really into something and even when you're hanging with your best friends you just want to tell them to chill out for a bit so you can read? That's what I felt. The most excited I've been to turn pages in a loooong time.

Some key events that really stuck out, and I'm serious about spoilers now, starting with: LITTLE SEVERIAN!!!!!! I can't explain well enough how delighted I was with every single scene in which the two Severians were hanging out together. It's just so good. Getting to see (big) Severian, both socially inept and an asshole, genuinely try to take care of a little kid, is some of the most comedic shit I've ever read. And some of the cutest. When he's just carrying him around all the time like a little baby, because (big) Severian is so massive? When he's reading a little bedtime story to him? These sections were literally chemically engineered to have me giggling and kicking my feet the whole time. I was going to bed with a smile on my face. And you know what, when chapter 24 rolled around I genuinely don't know why I didn't expect That, it's truly so obvious, but I didn't expect That, and it made me scream out loud in real life like someone had killed my real life son. I swear to god. Everything before that makes it even more gut-wrenching. The like dilemma of whether or not to enter into a fight with the alzabo or the... weird lobotomized humanimals... ohhhhh... and AGIA?

So happy to have Agia back. She's the best. I love her. There's not enough of Agia honestly. I kind of wish she would appear with the same frequency of Team Rocket, she just improves every scene so much. And you know what, Severian SHOULD be shamed and mocked and threatened with knives by women more often. It's good for him and for me, who enjoys seeing him suffer. She's ALMOST as good of an antagonist as Typhon. He didn't have enough pages where I feel like I can reasonably talk about him too much, but man, I really wish he got more screentime. I'm imagining a beautiful alternate universe in which he and Agia return from time to time to try and kill Severian in increasingly cartoonish and violent ways.

What else. The standoff with Baldanders...... where do I start. Wait. I know. When Baldanders descends from the heavens with his anti-gravity belt, like a beautiful massive angel. I'm shaking my head and smiling as I recall the scene. Gene Wolfe you get me in ways nobody else does.

And then, when Terminus Est breaks— that's where I honestly felt these books were going to end. Because what an ending. I completely, briefly forgot that Severian is supposed to become the autarch at some point. By that scene I really could have let the series stop. It's that good!!! No marks!!

Honestly: 8/10. Favorite book in the series so far. I desperately want everyone to go read these books right now.

[technicolorfamiliar]

Technicolor Familiar Watches Too Many Conrad Veidt Movies Part 3 of ?

Part 1 // Part 2

Anders als die Andern (Different From the Others), 1919 Dir. Richard Oswald ⭐4/5 Watched Nov 15, Archive.org It really breaks my heart that so much of this film was lost and destroyed, and that the story is unfortunately still relevant 100+ years later. Maybe I don't have as much to say about this one because it's so chopped up, and because it's already been written and talked about so much. I am glad it seems to have found its proper place in literature/content about LGBTQ+ history, getting the acknowledgement it deserves. Despite already knowing so much about the movie from various books, podcasts, and documentaries, I was still very affected by the story and performances, especially towards the end. It really hit a nerve, surprisingly so. Connie's Paul is really lovely, tragic, and so sweet with Kurt.

Jew Süss, 1934 Dir. Lothar Mendes ⭐3.5/4 Watched Nov 26, Youtube There's something about the structure and the hazy, dreamy quality of the film itself that makes this seem like a fable. There are parts that are deeply upsetting and chilling despite the mediocre supporting cast. It's imperfect, but definitely did a lot more than other films to create complex and sympathetic Jewish characters in the 1930s (even if still playing on stereotypes). I'm a total sucker for 18th century opulence and fashion so I can’t complain much. And oh boy, does the 18th century suit Connie. He knows how to work the lace and silk to great affect. Some of the things he's doing as Josef are really fascinating and gut-wrenching. He's doing so much vocally, too. He's in an entirely other class compared to many actors of that era. P.S. The scenes with Josef and his mother and daughter were, uh, interesting. I have… mixed feelings.

Rome Express, 1932 Dir. Walter Forde ⭐3/5 Watched Nov 26, Youtube My expectations were pretty low for this one based on some things I'd read online, but it's a cute if slightly baffling train thriller with an ok-ish ensemble. I'm a little biased, my inner child fuckin loves trains so any train movie is at least going to be semi-enjoyable. I was so stressed the whole time about how everyone was handling that apparently very expensive painting. Connie is so extra, though. Why is Zurta eating a banana as soon as he jumps onto a moving train? Why does he hold a gun like ~that~? Why are his fingernails so long?? It's so funny seeing him next to all these tiny British actors. It may partly be how they dressed him for the role, but he makes everyone else look positively shrimpy.

All Through the Night, 1942 Dir. Vincent Sherman ⭐3/5 Watched Nov 27, Vudu Once I finally leaned into how silly this movie was, it was pretty entertaining. The dialogue alone is so stupid, but self aware of how stupid it is. And it features one of my favorite gags of all time: making up gibberish words for technical terms with complete confidence. There's a dog. (Question: Is the dog a nazi like the monkey in Raiders of the Lost Ark? Does the dog know it's complicit in war crimes??) Peter Lorre looks like he'd rather be anywhere else. Mrs. Danvers is there. Some of the visual comedy is actually pretty great -- the dog in the boat at the end when Connie is being totally deadpan serious? Hysterical. (DID THEY BLOW UP THAT DOG?) I think this was the first time I've heard Connie speak German, too.

The Spy in Black, 1939 Dir. Michael Powell ⭐3.5/5 Watched Nov 27, Youtube Interesting that the main character, the person carrying this British movie in the late 1930s, is a German U-boat captain. But wow. I'm obsessed. Hardt's entrance into the hotel? Baa-ing at the sheep? The delicious gluttony with food? Dragging the stupid motorbike up the stairs to his room? "It is evening. And I am grown up."?? We love a sexy, honor driven character like Captain Hardt. Therefore, Valerie Hobson going for the British officer seems totally unlikely and unbelievable. I think I like this movie marginally better than Dark Journey, as far as espionage films go. It's slightly more engaging (but that may be Connie and Valerie Hobson's chemistry) and the story is a little better.

[whumpbug]

first fic! woo!!

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A and B are either romantically involved or very close platonically (u can choose how to interpret but the writing is leaning towards romance)

C is more or less the adopted kid (maybe preteen to young teen) of the two!

this is my first kinda time period whump (1890ish wild west america but it’s not too important in this) because they’d be living in some kind of camp or forest clearing, away from civilization

whumpee: C

caretaker(s): A and B

[gender neutral A,B, and C]

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A stumbled out of their shared tent with B, viciously scrubbing at the blur in their eyes as they had just woken up. They were ripped from their comfortable sleep by the biting cold air that seeped into the tent and below the thin blankets they were under. Now more than ever, A wished they had spent the extra time to find a place to stay, but it was too late. They and their family were going to have to brave the January chill for the foreseeable future.

“Cold wake you up?” B questioned from their place stoking a small fire in the center of the clearing.

A only nodded and found a place to sit next to the fire, reaching out their pale and shaking fingers towards the warmth.

B made their way over and rubbed up and down A’s shoulders, leaning down and pressing a kiss on their temple. A smiled and leaned into it.

“C’s still asleep?” A asked, starting to feel more alert and awake.

“Guess so.. it’s a wonder they can sleep through this..” B replied, sitting next to A and sidling up to their warmth.

“I only ask because.. well.. you saw them last night.. hardly touched their food..”

“A, you worry too much.. they’re a tough kid.. they’re probably just being lazy today! Can’t blame ‘em either!“

“You’re right…” A bit their lip in contemplation. They couldn’t shake the bad feeling they had. C really hadn’t looked good last night. They drummed their fingers along their knee and said, “I think I’ll go check on them anyways..”

B laughed softly.

“Whatever you say dear, but hurry back! I need your bodily warmth!”

A laughed off the comment and made their way to C’s small tent. It was a ratty old thing, littered with holes and stains and loose threads. I’ll have to go into town and get them a new one soon, A thought to themself.

“C? You in there?” They called out.

No answer.

“C?? I’m coming in, okay?”

They pushed open the flap of the tent and was first taken aback by the silence.

C was a snorer. Albeit softly, they still hardly ever slept silently. Certainly not this silently.

The blankets were strewn all about the small cot and the pillows were on the floor to the right of it. The whole scene was weird but it became gut-wrenching when A realized that C wasn’t in the cot at all.

“C?? C?!” A yelped out, suddenly patting frantically at the cot and rummaging all around the tent. “Are you here??”

B burst into the tent, wide-eyed and looking panicked. “The hells going on?!”

“C isn’t in here!”

“Where the hell are they?!?!”

“Do you think if I knew that I’d be standing here right now??!”

“I don’t know!!”

A pinched the bridge of their nose and stepped out of the tent.

“Look, the horses are all still here,” they said, motioning to the two horses hitched to a tree off to the side of the camp. “They can’t have gotten far without a horse. Not even sure they know how to ride on their own..”

B pursed their lips into a straight line. “You don’t think they.. well..”

The unspoken words hung in the air. The general area they made their camp in had been crawling with various gangs of outlaws for a while now. What outlaws wanted with an innocent kid, A had no idea, but the possibility send chilled down their spine.

“Let’s.. let’s not jump to conclusions.. for all we know, they wandered off to take a piss and got a bit turned around in the forest.. let’s just saddle up and have a look..” A said, keeping their voice calm as they could.

They grabbed their coats, mounted their horses and began riding separately into the forest.

••

“C!! Where are you!!” A called out, starting to feel restless. They’d only been searching for about half an hour but A was starting to feel restless. Every worst case scenario flashed through A’s mind.

How long had C been out here in this freezing weather? Had they the sense to at least bring a coat with them? What if a wild animal had already gotten to them? What if they were too late and they had frozen to death??

A shook their head. C was fine. They had to be.

They lead their horse with numb fingers through a patch of trees that they were sure they’d gone through before when something caught their eye.

A tiny figure, curled up against the base of a large rock, clad in only a union suit that was obviously too big for them. C.

A all but leaped off their horses and called out for B before racing over to the kid.

“C.. C.. oh lord.. are you hurt??” They asked while kneeling beside them and quickly scanning over their body for injuries.

C’s face was ghostly pale and their lips were turning a sickly shade of blue. They were shivering like mad and their eyes had a far away glaze to them. It took them a moment to recognize that someone was next to them, but as soon as they noticed it was A, they gave a pitiful whimper and all but threw themselves into their warm and solid arms.

“I’m c-cold…”

A breathed a laugh at the silly observation. They pulled C closer and nearly gasped at just how cold their tiny frame was. Their entire body was tense. They were shaking so hard C almost thought they’d break. “Sweetheart, what are you doing out here.. and how long have you been out here..” They asked as they smoothed their hair back from their face. At some point B had found the pair and was working on shrugging off their own winter coat in favor of wrapping it around C.

“D-Don’t.. don’t know.. heard noises.. th-they we’re chasing me.. had to.. h-had to get out..” C said, clinging to the lifeline that was B’s thick coat.

A and B shared a worried glance. C seemed really out of it. Neither A nor B had heard anything during the night. It was possible that C was sicker than either of them originally thought.

“We’re gonna get you home, okay? You’re safe now honey..” A cooed, bending over to pick up the kid. B mounted their horse and A passed C up to them, figuring it would be better to have C ride double with the more skilled rider.

A mounted their own horse and made their way back to camp.

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Once back at camp, C was wrapped in every coat, blanket, and towel A and B could find and then stuck in front of the fire to thaw out. It took a little bit of time, but soon their color started to return to normal and they became more alert.

Something was still off though.

The more warmed up C got, the more unnatural heat bloomed on their cheeks and neck and soon, they were entirely too warm.

“Yep, they’ve definitely got a fever..” B said from where they were gently cupping C’s face. “And a hell of a fever too! No wonder they weren’t hungry last night..”

“You think maybe that’s why they ran off? Fever dreams?” A asked as they added tea leaves into the kettle.

“I think that’s more than likely..” B gathered C into their arms and rubbed their back in slow, soothing circles.

“Well, they’re alright now..” A said softly as they pressed a steaming mug of tea into C’s thin hands. “Can you drink that for me honey? It’ll bring your fever down.. then you can get some sleep…”

C took a tentative sip of the tea and recoiled when the flavor hit their tongue. “Taste like.. dirt??”

“I know, I know.. it’s pretty gross.. but it’s good for you! Figured it was better than a dunk in the river..” A playfully glared at B. “Which someone did to me when I was sick.”

“Hey! You were really burning up! I didn’t know what to do!” B said, laughing and glaring back.

C also laughed softly, comforted by the gentle banter of their parents. They scrunched their face and downed the drink in one go before leaning back into B’s arms as they continued reminiscing with A. They were warm. They were safe. They were loved.

“Well I didn’t know if I was supposed to give you—” B was cut off when they looked down at their side and realized that C was sound asleep against their shoulder, breathing softly and evenly. They smiled and looked up at A who was doing the same.

“Let’s get them to bed..” A murmured gently, pressing a kiss to the top of C’s head, then one on B’s cheek.

Sure, the circumstances sucked. It was cold and wet and uncomfortable, but the important thing was the A’s family was safe and together. That’s all that mattered.

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[acacia-may]

Can you do Sanemi and Genya platonic relationship for the song headcanon thing? I don't want to say exactly because of spoilers but you know what I mean... The new season really hit me in the feels for them. Thx

Oh my goodness, Anon! I am literally squealing over this ask and completely sobbing too...just so many emotions about these two! 😭 And yes I absolutely know what you mean!! To avoid spoilers though, I am going to be safe and put all of this under the cut. Thank you so much for sending this in and for playing my song + headcanon ask game! Cheers!! 💕

Major Spoilers for Demon Slayer through the end of the manga!

THE SHINAZUGAWA BROTHERS!! *sobs* Goodness gracious do I have songs for them! My favorite is probably "Forest Fire" by Brighton--such a deep, emotionally raw song but so depressing and angsty especially when thinking of Genya and Sanemi (so you really do have to be the right mood for it). It has since become an anthem for all of my favorite complicated brother relationships, but it started off as a Shinazugawa Brothers song and I think it fits them the best, especially given how completely devastated Sanemi was to lose Genya.

I really think the refrain: "And how was I to know I'm not strong? I should have saved you. And oh, I hope you know that you're my home, but now I'm lost, so lost" perfectly sums up exactly how Sanemi felt after losing his brother: the pain, the guilt, and the grief he feels and how he is just so lost without his brother (the related ending line "How was I to know that you were my home, but now I'm lost" also hits like a punch to the gut in this context). Also, the lines: "And then the fire started building up inside--exploding blinding lights. Now I'm the one left screaming through the night" gives me chills when I think about Sanemi and the "fire...inside" of him (his anger and how he lashed out at his brother) and how that ultimately left him alone in the world, literally screaming in anguish in one of the most heart-wrenching scenes in the entire series.

Anyway, for my related headcanon, however, I'm going to pull inspiration from the first verse and go for hurt/comfort rather than angst:

When Genya was very little, he used to have nightmares especially when there was stormy weather, but Sanemi was always there to comfort him. He used to curl up next to him and gently ruffle his hand through his brother's hair until he calmed enough to fall back asleep. Even when Genya was asleep again, Sanemi wouldn't leave him and would fall asleep himself right by his brother's side.

Angsty edition: To this day Sanemi sometimes finds himself waking up in the middle of the night reaching out for Genya, but he's no longer there...

Forest Fire - YouTube

Honorable mention because actually when I finished the KNY manga, I listened to the duet version of the song "Brother" (YouTube) (by needtobreathe and Gavin DeGraw) and cried real, literal tears imagining it was Genya and Sanemi singing to each other. [And even though it's been a while, I just heard the non-duet version the other day and actually started tearing up ngl lol]. There are just some excellent lines here that really remind me of the Shinazugawa brothers! "Get a little restless from the searching/Get a little worn down in between" reminds me of Genya and "There's a cage locked around my heart" and the whole section "I ain't made for a rivalry/I could never take the world alone/I know that in my weakness I am strong/It's your love that brings me home" really reminds me of Sanemi (and how he really feels about his brother).

[redvexillum]

Every page is dripping with tension—from the moment Alastor murmurs “I missed you” to the climactic, gut-wrenching moments of vulnerability. I can’t - SDAFDFKDKAM //ugly sobbing

The complexity of their situation hits hard—he didn’t force her to stay, but he did manipulate her circumstances, and the way he weaves in the truth about what’s really been going on behind the scenes… I literally cannot. The fact that Alastor subtly orchestrates things from behind the scenes—manipulating her situation to keep her close, the idea that Mimzy was in on it? Oof. This whole set-up just keeps getting darker, and it’s like a slow spiral that you can’t pull away from. Every part of this world feels more dangerous the more you uncover, and yet you can’t look away.

The ending? The way Alastor finally gets the response he’s been waiting for? Chills. The anticipation that’s been building this whole time—when the reader finally admits, “I still love you,” it’s like the air shifts. Alastor’s smile? Devastatingly perfect. It’s like the two of them are locked into this dark, inevitable fate together, and I cannot get enough of it. 😩💥

Human Alastor x ex wife reader

Where Alastor gets divorced after the reader finds out about his murders, but still can't stop coming back to him

I Still Love You

I hope you're a little satisfied with this, Anon I find it hard to write endings that aren't soft

18+ MDNI

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“I missed you.”

You stare down at the messy sheets beneath you with glazed eyes, having heard what Alastor had murmured into your ear.

You don't know what to say back (you do, you're just scared to say it out loud), but Alastor doesn't give you any more time to think about what to do next.

“H-hah! Please!”

You don't know what you're pleading for when Alastor handles you until you are on your back and he throws your legs over his broad shoulders and you can feel the burn in your muscles from the sudden stretch.

“Tell me, Darling,” Alastor strokes your cheek and you feel your eyes tear for two different reasons. He rubs his cock through your soaked folds, bumping your clit with every upward motion and you let out a mewl before you could help it, “are you happy now? Have you moved on from me?”

Why are you here?

Why did you come back?

It’s a very good question and any sane person would be asking you that if they knew the horrors that had, and likely still are, taking place in this very house and on the surrounding property.

Alastor didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed satisfied and pleased that you are back in the house you very recently used to call home (and still very much should, in his opinion) and he did not bother to conceal it.

“Happy?” You let the tears fall, from a complex blend of pleasure, heartache, longing, and love. “I was happy with you–!?”

Alastor thrusts his cock in smoothly, sighing in content at how warm you feel around him. He missed this, missed the feel of you and your body pressed against his, missed your adorable words of love, missed every little bit of this.

He had never intended for you to find out.

“H-happy with you.” You dug your nails into Alastor’s back, intending on finishing what you were saying. You threw your head back and your toes curled when Alastor slid his arm down to rub tight little circles on your clit. “B-but I… I was scared! I couldn't… liVE in a house w-where people– people were murDERED!”

You just wanted to sink into the bed and under the covers with how pitchy and breathy your tone was. Clearly, you shouldn't attempt full sentences when on the verge of an orgasm.

Alastor places his forehead against yours so you have nowhere else to look but his face. “I would never harm you, dearest. I would never hurt you.” His thrusts quicken as he searches for that spot that drives you wild. “I even granted you that… divorce.” He spat the word out like poison. “I hoped that once your head cooled, that perhaps…”

You whimpered when he flicked your clit, leaning down to nibble at your throat. “I…” You tangled your hand through Alastor’s hair, tugging lightly at the strands and causing the man to groan. “I still do…” Your voice was hoarse and your eyes rolled back when Alastor found your sweet spot and repeatedly slammed into it without mercy.

“Fuck.” Alastor could feel you fluttering around his cock and felt a bolt of heat rush through him at the sight of your debauched expression. “You still what, Darling? Tell me.”

You cried out when Alastor lifted you up by the nape of your neck, cutting off the wail of your orgasm as he frantically pressed his lips against yours, groaning at the tight clenching of your slick cunt around his cock.

“A-ah.” You let out a noise when you felt a rush of warmth and Alastor hit his own end as he let out a sigh. You swallow anxiously, but know you won't have the nerves to do this again. “I still love you, Alastor.”

Alastor’s expression softened, though he let out a chuckle. “I hoped that this was about when you showed up here. I don't believe you had any housing or money issues.”

You stared at him, suddenly feeling a little suspicious. “What do you know?”

Alastor simply raised a brow in response. “Do you believe Mimzy let you room with her out of the goodness of her heart? I know she was giving you time to ‘heal’ before putting you to work in her speakeasy, but I did slip her a few bills weekly so she wouldn't change her mind.”

You gaped at Alastor, feeling a bit stupid this went right under your nose without you noticing. Then again, entire murders had been happening and you had no idea.

“Why did you let me go?” You asked, looking away. “I knew. I knew about it. I could have gone to the police at any time and told them about you.”

Alastor looked almost thoughtful. “Did you do as I asked that night before you ran? Try to find past news articles about the ‘victims’ of the so-called Bayou Butcher?” He then shook his head. “I would never harm you.” He then repeated. “Mimzy would have informed me if you were going to the police. I would have disappeared before they could do anything.”

You nodded slowly after a moment. “They… they were all awful men. Abusers, rapists, even a few murderers.” You stared at Alastor. “Are you… specifically targeting these men?”

“Yes. You may not like to hear this, but I enjoy it. I enjoy inflicting the fear on them they have inflicted on the women in their lives. It is who I am. I love you, Darling, but this part of me will not change.”

You pick at the blanket beneath you. “And you're… certain these men are doing these awful things?”

Alastor looks at you with a cautious hope. “Yes. I make quite sure of it.” He tilts his head. “Are you…?”

“Thinking about giving us a second chance if you will have me?” You attempt to bury your face in your hands, but Alastor gently grabs your wrists before you can. You flush when he kisses each wrist and at his proceeding smile.

“It’s what I was waiting for, Darling."

[kiwiorcore]

tomii hi!! hope you're good and i just wanted to know what you thought about the whole hamilton to ferrari thing? i still don't know much about f1 but even i felt like this was really important 😭 and i love reading anything you say too lol so it's better from you than anyone else 🫶🏽🫶🏽 also unrelated but please talk about tennant's macbeth i'll send another ask if i have to, i'm so curious!! love you and i hope you're doing well!!

hii! sorry for the late response

honestly i don’t think the reality of lewis moving to ferrari has well and truly set in. it’s just a bit confusing for me why he’s doing it cause merc doesn’t stink that badly and ferrari isn’t that good either. i don’t have anything insightful to say it’s just kinda like ‘wait is this seriously happening?’

spoilers for david tennant’s macbeth under the cut i guess??? can you really spoil macbeth?

so my drama teacher chose this production for out live performance review and oh my god was it good. like where do i even start

the staging was so good i loved it so much. i liked the like glass enclosure they had behind the stage. it was such an interesting staging decision. the lighting as well was sooo good. it’s such a joy to analyse. the live music they had added so much to the production it would have not been the same without it

someday i wish to be like max webster because only he could’ve come up with the idea to use binaural sound for the whole production. the witches at the beginning??? i jumped i loved them so much

david tennant was so good for the role of macbeth. he’s got a very insane look about him and he plays macbeth really well

on the topic of macbeth, cush jumbo played lady macbeth so well. i loved lady macbeth in this actually. everything about her made her feel like and outsider from her northern accent when the others had scottish accents and the fact she was the only one wearing white. just ugh i love it

malcolm and macduff had bigger roles in this production than others. i wish ross did as well because i love moyo akande but oh well. the time she was on she was really good she’s literally my idol

the actors playing malcolm and macduff must have had bills due during the scene ross comes and tells macduff his wife and kids are dead because that was the make gut wrenching thing i’ve ever watched. noof ousellam (macduff) portrayed macduff’s emotions so well and ros watt (malcolm) really convincingly made himself seem as if he was on the brink of tears

speaking of ros watt, omg ros watt. i loved everything about him. his physicality during the 2nd prophecy, his pleading with macduff, god everything was perfect. ros watt was perfect to play malcolm especially considering he’s smaller than the rest of the cast. just delicious. he’s got those big sad eyes that i love

noof ousellam as well. big massive sad eyes like that’s baby girl (he’s over six feet tall). when he was all up in malcolm’s face shouting, dear god i loved it. my little pea brain starting whirring. something about their height difference does it for me.

this is getting long so let me finish quickly. lady macduff, her screams were fucking bone chilling. the porter was so funny. his actor does really well in comedies. banquo was so fit omg. the child actor they had playing like all the children (and he died so many times poor kid) was surprisingly good as well

i desperately want to write about this version of macbeth/the cast (the guy playing donalbain has a podcast called putting it together and his interviews with the other cast members are really good) but i fear no one actually gives a shit

[syphabelnyades]

Made in Abyss for fandom ask!

This ended up being really long so it's under the cut.

3 male characters I love:

Reg, Marulk, and Habo!

3 female characters I love:

Riko, Nanachi, and Vueko~

3 romantic ships I love:

(I see all the kids' romance ships as being purely innocent and wholesome. Kids just learning their first loves and all that. That stuff melts my heart.)

Riko/Reg - just. Ugh. Little kid puppy crushes and just figuring out that oh my gosh I like a girl/guy! is adorable. I love in the intro when Riko jumps into Reg's arms and blushes. It's just so wholesome and pure!

Riko/Prushka - There was definitely some budding feelings between them, especially on Prushka's end. It's another kiddy puppy crush that has that inkling of sadness because of Prushka's fate but also the bound romance of the White Whistle.

Nat/Marulk - Their interactions in Marulk's Daily Life were so sweet! It's apparent that Nat had a bit of a thing for Riko, so him seemingly moving on and then also having feelings for Marulk was sweet. I just wonder how Marulk got to Orth, though?

3 platonic dynamics I love:

Riko/Nanachi/Reg - Full team!! I love their interactions with one another! Everyone plays off of each other so well.

Lyza/Ozen - Oh god Lyza talking to Ozen and telling her that she wants Ozen to see off Riko to send the girl off to Lyza... That really got to me.

Vueko/Belaf - Though we didn't get to see too much of them, what Belaf told Vueko about her dark eyes holding beauty and whatnot was very sweet. Vueko is such a tragic character that never really caught a break, and I think someone seeing beauty in her after her lifetime of abuse was something that was finally a thing of comfort to her.

3 favorite moments in canon:

The elevator scene. Masterfully done. Absolutely horrifying. Using Forest of the Abyss over Crucifixion was an excellent choice in editing. And Mitty promising she'll be strong for Nanachi... aaaa.....

Riko getting hit by the 4th Layer's curse is gut-wrenching. The juxtaposition of her staying calm while Reg is sobbing and and freaking out is the best/worst part. This is a 12 year old who's bleeding out and poisoned and telling her meek, shy friend to break her arm and cut it off, and somehow she's keeping calm... until the pain sets in. God. Riko has balls of steel to even keep herself together for any amount of time in that situation.

The start of Dawn of the Deep Soul, with the team meeting the Umbra Hand in the Garden of Eternal Fortune, is such a haunting experience. Something about the whole garden going up in flames with the soundtrack playing is incredibly impactful. The actual track that plays, Encounter the Umbra Hands, has this amazing swell of violins (?) around the 55 second mark that, sadly, got drowned out in the movie, but listening to it on its own gives me chills.

3 favorite headcanons:

I know Irumyuui's babies are modeled after hermit rats, but I still like my interpretation that they're also very toylike in appearance and that they represent her playing House, sort of.

...honestly, I don't have headcanons for this series, just theories.

3 least favorite things about it:

begging the mangaka to please be normal and not a creep please please i love everything about this show except him being like that. it's fictional, yeah, but i still feel dirty.

I wish Riko had more to do in the climaxes of S1 and S2. She was very active during DotDS but basically S1 and S2's endings involve Reg crying and blowing up some poor abused anime child while Riko is passed out.

This is more of a game thing but I wish Binary Star was just... better. It's very clearly a licensed game adaptation and it's fun, but not $60 worth of fun. I got it on sale for $30 and I surpassed my $1 an hour threshold, but I still feel like I got cheated a little. There's a lot of clunkiness in the game that I think would've been better if it was an original property. There's this one quote by Sakurai about how licensed games are more concerned with feeling like the source material rather than being a good game, and I think that applies here. At the very least, I wish the Ido Front area was expanded and we got to find a really cool big relic or two as part of a storyline.

[sapphicwhxre]

ASTERIA'S 2.5K FOLLOWER FIC REC LIST

i read fics just as much as i write them so here are some of my favourites. tysmsm for this milestone, i love you all <3 quick note: i didn't re-tag anyone if i recommended more than one of your works because of the tag limit.

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hermione granger

tuesdays - @stupxfy

probably one of my all time favs for hermione. it's just so well written and adorable and fluffy and yes.

if i could tell her - @hellounicorn

pining, pining, PINING. the way these emotions and hermione's described is just... art. perfection. there's a happy ending and it is so worth the build up.

darling dearest - @dracolvr

fluffy goodness. read to be hopelessly in love with hermione ─ which, let's be real, we all are.

november rain - @pansydaisy

uhm i love this one sm. it's so simple but amazing ─ everyone has their days like this and having hermione to cure them? it's what everyone needs.

i need more - @15-dogs

i sobbed the first time i read this. it'll break your heart but it's so amazingly written that it's worth the sadness. actual gut wrenching / mindblowing writing.

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

the title. need i say more?

honeyed eyes - @minty-malfoy

HEAVEN. being hermione's first kiss as friend? but both of you idiots liking each other? oh my god, sign me up.

hugging her from behind - @pastanest

again, the title. read to feel 🥺💙

grey days - @pepperimps01

PANSMIONE 😌😌 it's angsty with a happy ending and i love it sm. this does such a perfect job of capturing pansy and hermione's relationship growing and having its ups and downs with just a few paragraphs. honestly so good

grenade - @hellounicorn

another one that'll make your heart shatter. but in the best way. these are the fics i live for where the you can't help but feel like it's really happening to you and hermione and god it's so fucking powerful. underrated writing right here in general. and also pansmione is the loml so it hurts in that way.

honeybees - @pansydaisy

fluffy aesthetic heaven.

lead the way - @teacup-tai

more pansmione but this is pure filthy thinking and satisfies all the sexual tension dreams pansmione shippers have.

two queens in a king sized bed - @shysneeze

domestic christmas morning with hermione and it's angelic.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

one of those blurbs i never imagined i'd read or love so much. not to mention it's spot on and adorable.

pansy parkinson

right and wrong - @starrkidmalfoy

a first kiss and the overdone trope that i will never get sick of, the bitch who's soft only for you. the descriptions in this are perfection and the writing is beautiful <3

messed up - @writseo

toxic, messed up love fics will be the death of me. insane how well you captured it all and i just yes damn fucking props.

pansy parkinson imagine - @moonlight-imagines

*screams* THE BEST FRIEND BANTER + THE ENDING OH MY GOD OH MY GOD ─ I SCREAMED WHEN I FIRST READ THIS. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE IT.

dating pansy would include - @lotsoffandomimagines

ABSOLUTE POWER COUPLE SHIT and to this day, pansy saying "jealous much?" when being scolded for pda remains iconic.

grey days - @pepperimps01

as i said before: PANSMIONE 😌😌 it's angsty with a happy ending and i love it sm. this does such a perfect job of capturing pansy and hermione's relationship growing and having its ups and downs with just a few paragraphs. honestly so good

new rules - @silversslytherin

excuse me this is immaculate ─ pansy is the best friend and the second you see that she's also the best s/o, you're done for. perfection.

study "dates" - @turning-dreams-into-chaos

the title is self explanatory and this whole thing is fluffy heaven <3

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

read the title, thank me later.

lead the way - @teacup-tai

more pansmione but this is pure filthy thinking and satisfies all the sexual tension dreams pansmione shippers have.

traitor - @hufflepuff-writings

a masterpiece where pansy chooses the wrong side in the battle of hogwarts. this ties up so well and the writing is so powerful.

back alley love potions - @a-simple-imagine

this actually hurts but in a beautiful way. watching pansy give draco a love potion is such a fucking concept and this is executed incredibly.

my little bunny - @emmamarie7708

pansy making you do this is so dirty yet she's slightly sweet and i am a sucker for it. god is a woman and her name is pansy fucking parkinson.

pansy parkinson imagine - @moonlight-imagines

i'll let pansy beat people up for me all day. they put me in madame pomfrey's, feel my girlfriend's wrath.

ginny weasley

blissful - @enyastasia

fluffy ginny goodness. the friends to lovers? the amazing kiss? 🥺🥺🥺💞💞 this fic lives in my heart <3

bubble pop electric - @hunnypot-imagines

this is hotter than a lot of actual smut and the chemistry is so... wow. ginny weasley owns me.

dear ginny - @alyssamalfoy

how does this short ass letter manage to make me feel so much. it's sorcery but i don't even care, it's beautiful.

wildflower - @pansydaisy

will i ever get tired of cheeky i love yous? not when loves like ginny weasley and ayli's so so pretty writing exist.

all i want - @hellounicorn

ouch. fuck you harry :) quite possibly the best ginny fic i have ever read. insanely talented writing, i genuinely feel every touch of emotion you put down and you need to know how amazing that is. keep breaking my heart.

linny hcs - @bluebirdlinginthenest

who doesn't need good linny content in their life?

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

sexy bitch, fuck me up.

willow - @padmeamiala

ginny is the loml. her brothers can cry about it.

bellatrix lestrange

attempting to bake with bellatrix - @carters-coffee

MY FAVOURITE BELLA FIC ─ there's not enough bellatrix fluff out there but this makes up for the lack of. heaven.

bellatrix prompt - @carters-coffee

this gives me chills. she knows she's a bad bitch and that's what we love about her.

change of plans - @dumb-sbian

why THE FUCK have i not had a rainy morning with bellatrix? she can sleep and mumble something just like this and i'm still head over heels for her.

being tortured as bellatrix's girlfriend - @writings-of-a-british-fangirl

definitely a concept BUT this makes me feel some type of way and i recommend giving it a minute of your time 😌

bellatrix finding out you're a muggleborn - @carters-coffee

the beauty, the nuance omg. this is art.

bellatrix prompt - @carters-coffee

yep jealous bella. trust me, im all yours mommy <3

sex with bellatrix would include - @onegayastronaut

so short but... sign. me. up.

luna lovegood

never leave - @/deactivated

luna smut is hard asf to come by and this is my favourite. it's so luna and the pain over her not knowing, not getting that closure about how you feel until this is an amazing rollercoaster.

she - @hunnypot-imagines

the beauty of falling in love with luna, through this majorly talented writing. ten out of fucking ten. i will not elaborate but there's also majorly good association in this imo.

silver berries and flickering fireflies - @duskgrangers

i love this fic so much. she's so herself and that is why we ✨ simp ✨ and the scene set just sounds so prettyy

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

luna + this title? yes please, ma'am i am simping.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

put me in your pocket luna. im begging you.

dancing in the rain with luna - @/deactivated

only luna would get you a dress to go dancing in the rain and this is the stuff of blissful, fluffy dreams.

hugging her from behind - @pastanest

short and cute, do me a favour and read it :)

dating luna lovegood would go like - @glossymalfoy

life is NOT worth it if you don't read these cute little headcanons and imagine dating ravenclaw's baddest bitch.

linny hc - @bluebirdlinginthenest

like i said, who doesn't need good linny content?

cho chang

strawberry kisses - @pansydaisy

the only cho fic i've been able to find and it's SO WORTH IT. the cutest, it flows so well, and i absolutely love it. i need this with cho tbh.

fleur delacour

toutes les etoiles - @coffee--writes

im in love with fleur and this amazing writing. and for the first time since i started high school, my three years of taking french feel good for something.

being best friends with fleur would include - @harrypotter-imaginess

not romantic but actually so sweet pls. i want this friendship in my life so bad.

nymphadora tonks

dating nymphadora tonks would include - @imaginesforgirls

dating her + that warm little feeling of bliss that only HCs can give you

taking care of her after the war - @random-imagines-blog

this kind of hurts in that good ass way and i lovee it. they're simple hcs but i feel for tonks so much and then there's that warm lil feeling when you're the one to put her back together aand now my primary life goal is to help this woman heal.

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harry potter

phosphenes - @minty-malfoy

ok shakespeare, the fuck?? this fic will never not get me right in the heart. the angst, holy fuck. and for once, the reader doesn't hurt harry and let draco walk all over them and it's just done so well. the transition from a toxic relationship to a sweet, loving one PLEASE. it's beautiful.

happy memories - @15-dogs

how does this manage to be so. smutty and fluffy at the same time? this is one of those short ones that has lived in my head, rent-free since i read it. and tbh any fic that includes expecto patronum is guaranteed to be good.

come back to me - @wondernimbus

right from the beginning, it's a mess of emotions both good and bad. that kind of good ass writing that hits you in the heart <3

making out with harry potter would include - @badfvith

read this title. done? now thank me later.

harry prompt - @thoseofgreatambition

harry x a sarcastic swooning bitch is an elite trope idc. short and sweet, i'm marrying this fic.

keep your eyes on the prize - @rowema-ravenclaw

first of all, showing harry up and second, pure fluff (and a little steam) right after. i also love how she writes harry in general because he's totally safe/in love with the relationship but still has that awkward lovable shyness and i just... *sighs*

always - @pansydaisy

uhm i will always love him and always reread this a thousand times so its a fit title + a good read.

late night studying - @lumosandnoxwriting

fuck studying, let his hand stay in my shirt. once again recommending fluffy bliss in the form of a short read that makes me feel things <3

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

he's so stupid. but he still loves you + this is from our resident perfectly talented writer so its a win.

cuddling after a rough quidditch practice - @badfvith

harry james potter is : b a b y

gryffindor's victory - @rowema-ravenclaw

make me gryffindors fucking cheerleader because HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT. AND THE WRITING IS IMMACULATE PLEASE. just read it, you won't regret it.

draco malfoy

silent treatment - @slytherinwh0re

andy's mad talented and this is just... insert a cheesy chefs kiss. unbelievably adorable but so fucking hot and an actually good smut plot (which is rare lmfao). remind me to give draco the silent treatment every time im upset.

rewards - @malfoysstilinski

so hot PLS. hype him up for the match and get your reward, bye. so good.

reading between the lines - @minty-malfoy

i've said this a thousand times but that's what happens when you've got a mad talented mutual BLESSING everyone with beauty like this. butterflies and warm feelings all around when i read this 💓

point of view - @draconisxcaput

its angst for hermione and fluff for you but overall ethereal writing. i am never going to recover from the pure talent that this is.

im not kidding im dying - @malfoysmatrioshka

i hate being sick with a passion but this... this would make it worth it.

hogwarts express - @/deactivated

draco fucking you because he knows harry's watching. the shit of legends and god is it hot.

draco laughing at you because you can't walk after sex - @glossymalfoy

*motions to the title* fluff with this loser 😌

the cheeseburger - @slytherinwh0re

really short read but this is one of those things i just. didn't know i needed. you're missing out and haven't even realised it if you haven't read about introducing him to cheeseburgers. and that ending is so funny/in character to me i fucking love it.

four am - @malfoysstilinski

domestic draco 🥺 but also sad draco 🥺 and then fluffy draco 🥺

hugging him from behind - @pastanest

real short and it'll brighten your day <3

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

how is it that this is so stupidly adorable. i love it 💘

ron weasley

heather - @hellounicorn

always making me cry with your fics i swearrr. this is a must-read. having someone but them not really being yours is a beautiful trope and this fic absolutely does it wonderful, poetic justice. your angst is addicting.

apple pie - @pregnant-piggy

ABSOLUTE DOMESTIC BLISS I AM IN LOVE. i don't even like kids or baking that much but this made me so soft. the whole cozy, heavenly vibes from this fic yes yes yes.

jealousy - @writeroutoftime

cliché jealousy turns friends to lovers and i am a sucker for it all over again <3

shaking and trembling - @ronsbadidea

if ron doesn't finger fuck me and then make a cheeky comment about it in class later then WHAT IS THE POINT :(

mixed signals - @iamthecabbage

i've always figured ron is this awkward idiot cutie with a crush and yea, this is it.

fred and george weasley

i love you, but you don't - @george-fabian-weasley

fred's a character i really don't read for often but goddamn. it's the saddest, most beautiful mix of rejection and pain and fred desperately caring but not in the way you want him to ─ an angsty masterpiece.

cockwarming george - @roonilwazlibimagines

because of this filthy gem, i one hundred thousand percent believe that he could make me cum without even fucking me and this is just... it's a good fucking read.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

their responses are so wonderfully chaotic and adorable and GOD you're missing out if you haven't read these lil blurbs.

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[brummiereader]

@mischievouslittlecreature me too, hun 😭. I've loved writing it!

😈, he can't help himself. I swear he's up and down all time, just to keep her on her toes!

He's a little delulu in this series 😅. But he honestly does think he's doing the right thing, and can't understand why she's acting this way.

I do like to drop little Easter eggs here and there in my stories 🤭. And the fortune teller, and her living by the cliffs of Dover was one! That whole scene where she's standing by the edge was Tommy's worst nightmare coming true 😬.

He was absolutely heartbroken. He's completely dependent on her to live at this point, that he felt his life slipping from him from. I'm actually really happen you had this reaction, because I did want the reader to see how much he loves her and how he simply doesn't understand what he's done wrong.

It's interesting you mentioned the part about he jumping down with a gleam in his eyes, because in my head, this gut wrenching scene he went through where he thought she was dead, was to install fear in him that was maybe, maybe, enough for him to at least chill out a bit with the way he is with her.

Ahhh thank you so much, Lily! I'm so happy you enjoyed it 🥰. He's really not for everyone, so I can't thank you enough for sticking with me throughout this series. I really appreciate it ❤️😘!

Binding Love (Part Seven Final Chapter/ Dark!Tommy)

Summary: Your husband has found you. And after a morning of confrontations, of mixed reactions, of tangled emotions, you are left to make a choice that will seal your fate forever. Will you forever be bound to your husband? Or will your predicted end, spoken through the words of the old lady, be your final step into freedom?

Warnings: Dark!Tommy, language, violence, psychological mind games, controlling behaviour, toxic relationship, manipulative behaviour, psychological abuse, mutual pining, angst, murder, suicidal thoughts, smut.

Word Count: 4K

Authors Note: The last part of this chapter picks up from the beginning scene of this series.

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A day full of chores wasn't what you envisioned for your morning when you woke up at the crack of dawn the next day and forgoed your mandatory English brew for the pile of mounting laundry stacked in a wicker basket at the foot of your bed.

But yet here you were, freshly laundered sheets blooming into the crisp morning air one by one as you shook the creases from their crinkled corners before hanging them out on the washing line in the garden of your quaint cottage.

A therapeutic cleansing, a dance of repetitive movements until you dulled out the uneasy thoughts that chased you throughout the day if left to dwell on them. Clean home, clean mind. Or so you thought.

"Elsie, shoes off!" you broke the peaceful silence of red robins chirping above, of your wellies crunching along the frosty grass with each shuffling foot down the patchwork of laundry as your eyes darted to your daughter climbing the bricked steps to the kitchen door.

" Yes, mummy!" she called back to your rolling eyes, watching her discarded boots tumble down the concrete stairs as she raced to the bottle of milk delivered to your doorstep for the well-deserved bowl of porridge she was keen to devour after a tiring morning of shutting doors and removing shoes.

Running your hands along the freshly hung sheets with each step back to your home, you came to a stop when an unsightly bobble of lint caught your eye on the pristine sheet of linen you had spent the early hours of the day scrubbing.

" I think not" your brow furrowed, flicking the ball of fluff from your bed throw when the creak of the garden gate swinging open pricked your ears.

Brow scrunched, you stepped back from the emerging shadow looming behind the draped linen as you slowly walked along the trail of mismatched colours obscuring your view until a gap between your perfectly placed laundry appeared.

Fingers pulling back the curtain of washing, the rusty gate at the bottom of your garden slowly began to appear as your startled heart rapidly began to thud against its bony cage.

"Fuck..." a strained chuckle and hand to your chest had you feeling foolish for letting your fragile nerves trick you into believing the looming hour of your discovery had met its ticking end as you watched the rickety wooden frame scuff against its lock with every gust of wind as the heavens parted, illuminating your picturesque garden and drying laundry once again.

" Elsie, how many times have I told you? Shut the gate, shut the doors" you marched towards the weathered fence with a heavy sigh as you rattled with the rusty lock until your enthusiastic manhandling had it breaking off into your hand. " Shit"

" Mummy, she found me! She came all this way!" your daughter screeched with excitement, waving her hand and the sloshing bottle of freshly churned milk back and forth on the kitchen floor as your focus and squinting eyes honed in on the weathered hinge in your hand.

" She was right there, on the doorstep!" She pointed through the zigzag of hallways to your front door with a dimpled smile as you stayed enthralled by the task in hand.

"Ok, darling " you absently replied, mumbling a string of insults at the fiddly bracket and screws in your hand.

" How are you misses pony? Did you have a safe journey? You've traveled such a long way for someone so little" she trotted to her bedroom, loved toy with a new mane of locks and coat of paint clutched in her hand. It's mysterious way back to her left to her young imagination.

" There" you gave the aged gate a firm shake before examining the damage to the tips of your brittle nails before plodding back to your home, weaved basket in hand in search of the abandoned pair of boots belonging to your daughter.

With a knitted a brow you came to a stop at the top of the slabbed steps, eyes darting down to the neatly arranged pair of muddy boots sitting on the doorstep and not tossed into the unkempt grass you saw them launched into moments before.

Did she pick them up?, a passing thought left you glaring down at them with a frown as you shook off your shoes, numb toes dipping into a puddle of milk on the kitchen tiles as the letter box began to rattle.

" Elsie!" you huffed, pulling off your soggy socks as you padded to your front door. Too distracted, too frazzled to notice the smell of tobacco smoke weaving its way from room to room.

" Hello Miss, got your newspaper" Harry, the cherry-cheeked paperboy pulled the ragged corners of your paper from the letter box as his eyes darted behind you in search of your daughter.

" Thank you, Harry" you smiled, turning the pages as the chatty four-foot boy began to inundate you on his mornings observations and dislike of his mum's cooking.

" Is that your posh car down the road?" the muddy kneed seven-year-old nodded to the end of the lane as your fingers flicked from page to page with a shake of your head, eyes consumed by the latest goings-on in the world.

" My dad's got an old banger, puts sawdust in its engine.." he continued as he adjusted the heavy bag of deliveries on his shoulder as your eyes scanned down the freshly printed page.

" I've only got five more houses to do, and me mams made bread and butter pudding for me for when I get back. I hate it miss, it tastes like soggy..." he continued his enthusiastic conversation when your darting eyes caught the flashing headline printed in block on the next page.

Notorious Peaky Blinders boss released from Winston Green prison due to insufficient evidence related to the missing person cases that left the residence of Birmingham with conspiracy theories of their own, you read, re-read and read again until your eyes strained, until your thundering heart left a deafening whistle ringing in your ears.

" Can Elsie come out and play?" young Harry looked up at the thousand-mile stare glaring past him. "Miss?"

"Bye mummy!" your daughter scooted past you, knocking your shaky body into the frame of the door upon hearing her friend as she looped her knitted scarf around her neck, eager to join Harry on the rest of his round.

" Elsie...Elsie wait" you grabbed hold of her arm, swallowing back the grating dryness in your throat, the welling tears of fear in your eyes.

" Please?" she pouted up at you as you knelt down to her small frame, pulling the fronts of her coat around her knitted scarf with trembling fingers as your eyes darted to the small cobbled lane in front of your house.

They wouldn't just let him roam freely, they had men following him. You were safe. Safe, you convinced yourself as you scanned the farmers' pastures a short walk from your cottage. Eyes darting to every tree, every bale of hay that sat lonely in the empty field. You were safe.

" Be...be careful" you apprehensively let her go with brimming eyes of worry, watching her skipping steps along the stoned path as you battled with the overbearing, over-consuming need to pull her back into the house and bunker down.

" Love you, mummy!" she shouted from the gate with a mittened hand before her brunette locks danced around the corner out of sight.

" Love you..." you mouthed back, shaky fingers pressing against your lips as you backed your stiffened legs into the warmth of your home, your thoughts harassing you with the sentiments you felt the previous day and the dread that now shrouded them.

How foolish you had been to think your husband would forgive and forget as you were so eager to do just yesterday. For Tommy never forgot, and never forgave.

With each a makeshift boat in stick form in their hands, Harry the paperboy and your daughter launched their battleships into the flowing stream, running along beside them with giggles and rowdy words of encouragement for theirs to be the winning logged boat when the clumsy footing of your six-year-old had her stumbling into a burly obstacle of human form, puffing on a cigar from the corner of his mouth.

" Johnny!"

Back pressed up against the door, you battled to steady the heavy breaths of panic rising from your chest as you clutched the crinkling newspaper between your fingers.

You were safe. You and Elsie were safe, you closed your eyes, shutting out the nagging feelings of fear that had overtaken every trembling limb of your body before your thumbling hands jostled with the brassy lock of the door.

With determination to battle through the shaky end to your morning, you padded through the halls of your home, tossing the news of Tommy's release into the bin for the pilling sink of dishes waiting for you in the kitchen.

Once these were finished, you'd go get Elsie. You'd call the detective, you told yourself, hands deep in the soapy water filled with cutlery as your eyes darted to and from the back door and the view of your garden from the kitchen window.

"Fuck" you surrendered to your nerves as your plodding feet and narrowing eyes approached the silver key, wiping the frothy dish soap from your hands on the silky fabric of your dressing gown before turning the intricate lock with a click.

Safe within the four walls of your home, every shut door, every secure entrance had you confident of your safety as you settled the small lock to your home on the wooden kitchen worktop beside you.

This last pan, then you'll go get her, you decided to leave the last of your chores and respond to your motherly need to have your child in eyesight, in earshot of you as you scrubbed with a knitted brow at the charred remains of last night's dinner embedded into your stove pot.

Frothy bubbles swishing back and forth in the murky water, you became enthralled with the task in hand, unbeknownst of the steady footsteps approaching you until you felt a pair of leather gloves slip around the curves of your waist, settling on your stomach.

" Hello, darling" the familiar sound of a gravelly voice breathed against your ear, chiseled jaw settling against your cheek as your eyes darted up to the weathered window of your kitchen to see your husband stood behind you, piercing stare and clutched hands holding your every move, every reaction in place.

"Tomm..." your mumbling voice, frozen with fear caught in your throat as you dropped the pan in your hand with a clanging thud against the tin sink.

" Shh" he hushed your rapid breaths, gloves trailing up your arms to your heaving shoulders, to the velvety skin of your neck and the chain looped around it.

" No longer a noose, then?" his brow cocked with surprise to see the circulaire band resting against your chest as he pulled the necklace into his hand, thumb brushing over the promised vows that bound you together before letting it slip back between the curves of your breasts, back to your heart.

"I...I" your eyes welled with tears, pools of fear blurring out the image of your husband in the reflection of the glass as his ghosting lips peppered kisses along your neck, as the feeling of his gun, nestled in his holster, digged into your back as he pushed his body against yours.

Hands clutched on the sink's edge, you watched your husband's roaming hands and lazy eyes graze over your body. Starved of your touch, of the warmth of your body he'd craved in the nights he'd spent in his cell as you dipped your fingers into the greying water.

" You've upset me, Y/N" he sighed heavily into your ear, fiery breath prickling down your neck as you mumbled your desperate apologies, fingers silently wading through the water for something, anything to defend yourself when he finally snapped out of the comfort he sought from you.

" But I'm an understanding man. And it's dawned on me that I didn't protect you enough. Didn't keep you away from that bastard and his lies. But you don't have to worry about him now, love" your eyes widened at his murderous admission, your lifeline disposed of by the hands of your vengeful husband.

" I'd never hurt you, Y/N" you felt his grasp on you tighten, urging you to agree to his delusions that precariously tethered on the edge of insanity as your fingers curled around the handle of a knife at the bottom of the sink.

"I know " you pushed through the unbearable fear you felt as your grasp tightened around your only means to defend yourself from your husband's crazed mind when Tommy's eyes flew open, hand plunging into the water to grab hold of yours.

" Ah, ah, ah. I wouldn't if I were you, darling" he squeezed his fingers around your hand, forcing you to release the knife with a crushing grip.

Spinning you around to face him, Tommy pushed the curve of your back into the worktop with a grunting slam. Legs splayed, looming frame pushed against yours in a suffocating hold as the snap of his leather gloves curled around your face, grabbing your chin.

" I've been reasonable enough, forgiving enough. But you took it too far. You took my daughter, Y/N" Tommy seethed through gritted teeth at your daring actions, succumbing to the pent-up anger of you abandoning him.

" You left me and took my fucking daughter!" his thunderous voice bellowed in your face, strained veins tunneling down his neck as his fingers digged into the fleshy pads of your cheeks.

" You scared me, Tommy. Please.. you're scaring me" stuttering cries hysterically wailed from your lips as your eyes shut out the frightening image of your husband's anger piercing into you.

" Scaring you?" Tommy's brows knitted together with confusion as all logical reasoning as to what had your trembling in fear escaped him. Convinced he only had your best interests at heart.

" Tom" your eyes pleaded with him, searching for the man you had married as you refreshed his ignorance with the atrocities he had committed. " The bodies, the murders..."

" Darling, I was just keeping you safe" your reasoning with his paranoia took its expected fall as Tommy shuffled the weight of his body from one foot to the other with a heavy sigh of bewilderment.

" I know and...and you did. You did" you entered his state of mind if only to delay the grimacing effects of his thunderous voices return as your shaky fingers drifted to ground him with your gentle touch.

" I missed you" his voice softened, grip loosening to caress the redness from your cheek as the pendulum of his yo-yo demeanor swung back and forth without warning.

" I missed you too" you echoed the weeks' worth of foolish sentiments you had felt for him through sobs. The empty void your escape had left now filled once again with a twisted flurry of emotions.

" Come back to me, Tommy" you wept for the man that would never return through strangled cries as he pressed his cheek into the warmth of your touch.

" I'm here, sweetheart" he cupped your face, thumbs brushing your grieving tears for his former self from your eyes as he pressed his head to yours.

" I love you, Y/N. Let me show you how much I love you" his lips ghosted against your mouth, his feelings of anger momentarily dulled by his distorted understanding of your weeping admissions.

" Tommy, Elsie...Elsie will be home soon" your scrambling hands pushed his need to connect with you away, to have you beneath him to dull the intrusive thoughts that plagued you, he couldn't control.

" Let's go upstairs" he ignored you as his pent-up eagerness continued with the unbuckling of his belt, with groans of want moaning against your tongue.

" Elsie...Tom" a dazed, breathy sigh left your drying throat as he pushed your knickers to the side, his throbbing desire shielded by the scuffling layers of his heavy coat as he hurried to pull himself free.

" Fuck sweetheart...you like that, eh?" you fell forward onto his shoulder as he ran his leathered finger across your opening, your head whirling in a battle of emotions against his strong frame as you desperately tried to pull yourself from his hold on you.

Was this what you had belittled yourself to? Giving into the crumbs of his gentler side, of his passionate side free from the rage bubbling within him? So weak, so desperate, you stifled the cries mounting in your chest as the re-emerging sounds of your husband's moans in your ear, to the feeling of him lining himself up against you had you hurtling back into the moment.

" Tommy, stop!" you suddenly pulled yourself out of the intensity of his touch with a shaky breath, leaving him with grinding teeth as he buckled his straining cock back into his briefs.

" Elsie will be back soon" you firmly stated, distancing yourself from his turning body as he slid the leather strap into the loop of his belt with a shake of his head.

" She won't" Tommy adjusted the lapels of his jacket, shoulders rolling off the unsatisfied urge still pressed against his trousers.

" What...where is she, Tommy? Tommy, where is my daughter?" your eyes widened, trembling hands frantically searching behind you for something to lean your slumping body against as panic hurtled towards you.

" You'll never take her from me like that again, Y/N. You'll never leave me again" he watched your frantic eyes scan the room for the misplaced key as your desperations rattled against its handle.

"Looking for this?" he shot you a smirk of amusement as his gloved finger pulled the silver key with a scrape along the kitchen worktop into his palm.

" Darling..." he sent you a toying smile, pulling the plug from the sink until the frothy soap slipped down the drain with the clanging sound of the key against the pipes following it. "...you're not going anywhere"

With a scream hurled his way, you pushed a wooden chair in his path as he strode with long steps towards you.

"Now, Y/N" he warned you with a pointed finger in your fleeing direction over the turned furniture barricading him from you as you scrambled for the door, when your shaky body and a twist of your misplaced foot had you collapsing forward with a sharp blow to your head on the leg of a chair as your body hit the tiled flooring.

" Shit" Tommy waded through the path of wood to get to you as your mumbling voice mouthed his name, eyes drifting in and out of a hazy darkness.

"Come on sweetheart, up you get" Tommy hauled you up into his body, eyes darting with a wincing concern at the bloody cut to your head trickling down your cheek as he rose to his feet with your limp body in his arms for the front door.

"We're going for a little drive"

" Y/N!" Tommy's voice bellowed after you through the thick bushy hedgerow of the steep coastal path as your shoeless feet scraped along the rocky lane with each precariously placed foot.

" Fuck..." you quietly winced through gritted teeth as you slid down the thawny hill to the footpath below, dangerously close to the cliff's edge and thrashing waves of the English channel.

Bloody gash to your head, bloody feet, bloody hands, bloody slip, you cowered your bloody trembling body behind a boulder of chalky limestone as your grunting husband scooted down the hillside after you.

" Enough, Y/N" he rested the palms of his hands on his knees, body hunched over for a breather to fill his strained lungs.

" Come on, let's go home. I want us to get a head start before rush hour hits" his unfazed demeanour, his careless attitude to the day's events and his frightening role in them had him straightening his cracking back like one would after a long nap as his eyes darted to the rocky boulder he knew you were concealed behind.

" Where's Elsie, Tommy? your trembling hand held you steady against the stoney wall separating you as your eyes darted around for a means of escape.

" Home. Safe and sound waiting for her parents to get back, and tuck her into bed" he pulled a cigarette from his pocket, squinting eyes scanning the horizon and the French cliffs of Calais in the distance.

" You've had your little tantrum, now come on" he flicked the aspen match over the rocky edge with a disgruntled huff. " Y/N?"

" I don't believe you" you swallowed back the grating dryness in your throat, desperate to quench your thirst from the hours of being confined in the boot of Tommy's car as you pushed your foot along the gritted path, ears honing in on the sound of the pebbles descending down the cliffs edge.

" She's my child. And you're my wife. I'd never hurt either if you, you know that" a heavy sigh with a cloud of smoke left his throat as he pinched the band of stress, of self inflicted turmoil he had created from his brow.

For as deranged as his behaviour had been, as twisted as his agenda had become, you and Elsie were his reason to keep going, to stay alive.

Was that where his fears came from? Was that why he had let the call of his paranoia overtake him? He was scared of losing the two things in his life worth living for?

" Y/N this can go one of two ways, love. You either come with me freely or I take you by force. But you won't be leaving here without me" he calmly gave you your options as he threw his burnt cigarette to his feet.

" And if I do come with you, then what?" you appeared from behind the large boulder, backs of your feet slowly walking you to the cliffs edge and the crashing waves battering against the mountain of rocks below you.

" We go home, to be a famil..." his words petered out as his narrowing eyes darted behind you at the deathly step you were mere inches away from making.

" Darling, come away from the edge" his panicked eyes widened, ushering you back to him, back to safety with a hand stretched out as he slowly inched himself closer to you.

" Will you stop?" your heels shuffled back, curling around the rocky edge as your husband's clenching jaw and bulging eyes watched every miniscule move in silence. Words stolen from him as the pumping blood in his veins rushed to his ears with a deafening whistle. " Tommy, will you stop?"

" Y/N, please. Don't do this to me. Don't let her be right" his chest heaved with a gut-wrenching fear that the old lady's vapid words had met their predicted end.

" Will you stop, Tommy?!" you screamed at him, the force of your demanding question causing you to almost lose your footing entirely. A stomach flipping moment that had your husband match the velocity of your voice in a bellowing panic of honesty.

" No! I will not stop! You're my wife, Y/N! I will never stop trying to keep you safe! I will never, fucking, let you go! Do you hear me?!" his strained voice and welling eyes, encompassed his reddening face of desperation as he relented to his tamed vulnerabilities, whispering one last plea for you to step away. "Baby, please..."

" In the bleak mid-winter" you closed your fluttering lashes as you lifted you arms to a gust of wind swirling by, letting it take you body over the cliffs edge with a breath of relief.

" Y/N!!" your husband screamed for you as he lunged forward to the rocky hillside, his heart ripping from his chest in a searing pain no bullet, no knife to his flesh could ever inflict on him as his body hit the gritted ground.

Face covered with stoney pebbles, Tommy pulled his fallen body from the floor in a hazy swaying of shaky limbs as a feeling of nothingness of hopelessness tore his heart in two.

" Darling..." he closed his eyes, tips of his feet on the rocky edge as he answered deaths call for him to follow you over into the salty water when his inching boots sent a tumbling of small rocks over the cliffs edge.

Eyes darting down to the echoing sounds of them bouncing off a stoney path, Tommy pushed another heap of grit over the edge when his widening eyes had him crouching down to the rocky hillside.

"Fuck! FUCK!!" a wail of realisation left his collapsing lungs as his bellowing voice traveled across the rippling waves, a sickly feeling plummeting to his stomach at the sight of your bloody footprints fleeing along the small ridge below.

You had tricked him. Played your winning move in his game of control as his observations of you lapsed while you plotted your perfectly timed fall.

"Huh" he sniffed back the foolishness he felt, the tears pooled in his lashes as his eyes scanned the sandy beach below until they landed on you, locks of hair blowing in the sea salt air and your sentiments for him made known with a middle finger aimed up at him.

" Love you too, darling" he quietly mouthed through the smile curling on the corners of his lips as the setting sun glistened against the blues of his eyes, glowing rays of orange warming his skin.

Jumping down to the small path below, a youthful gleem of rebirth shone behind you husband's eyes as he hunted you down along the sandy dooms. A picturesque sight to any bystander watching the playful display of a married couple's chase along the sandy beaches of England's shores. But the reality of what was unfolding through the misinterpreted screams of joy, the rapidly approaching feet and shouting warnings of your husband was a reality, a life far darker than anyone could imagine. A life of obsessiveness, of codependency, of control, of an unbreakable...binding love.

The end.

Thank you to everyone that commented, reblogged and liked this series. Your interactions have helped me no end. I'd love to hear your thoughts on the ending in the comments below! Thank you again ❤️.

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[zoemaywrites]

Finding out

TW: angst!! mentions of abortion, teen pregnancy, harry being a cutie

Harry decided to head straight for y/n's apartment. It was only 8 pm, and he knew that her parents were rarely home before 11 pm. He needed to sort this out, if she wanted out, then he needed to see, he couldn't trap her in a relationship knowing she didn't want to be there. But when he got to her place, climbed up the three flights of fire escapes, he wasn't at all prepared for what sat in front of him.

Sat alone, in her dark room, was y/n. It wasn't the fact she was a messy, crying, greasy blob that concerned him, it was the other part of the scene in front of him. A laptop, brought up with a, surely unsafe, website on 'how to perform a safe abortion at home', explicit step-by-step instructions, multiple pills in her hand, and steam flowing out of her en-suite. There was a terrified look in her eyes, he knew it. It made him want to cry.

He rapped on the window gently, to not already scare her frightened state, but to no avail. She turned around with the most chilling look he had ever seen. She was terrified. She shut her laptop and threw the pills back into the packet they came in. Before wiping her eyes and looking back over to the window, hoping, praying to the gods she knew didn't exist, that he wasn't actually at her window. But he was. And he saw everything.

He pushed open her window, climbing inside cautiously.

"Wh-what are you doing?" He stuttered out, already knowing the answer, but still petrified to hear it. He had never sounded so unsure, so pained as he had just then in his life.

She opened her mouth and closed it, like a fish out of water, completely ignorant in what to say.

"You shouldn't be here, I told you, I'm ill," she managed to get out after a few seconds of silence. Her voice was so quiet, so sore, so pained, he almost wretched at the sound.

"Y/n, love, tell me what's going on, tell me what you were doing." He knew, but he didn't want to believe it, he didn't want it to be true, for it to be his reality, or more so, their reality.

She opened her mouth again, but all that came out were sobs this time. Heartbreaking, gut wrenching sobs, that shook her whole frame.

His arms flew to her, encasing her in a tight hug, resting his shaking hand on her hair, softly stroking it. She felt like an idiot, she knew he would find out, that this would happen, and the fact she knew all this made it so much worse now that it was happening. Harry started to cry quietly, his eyes shedding salty liquid which quickly met her hair, as her body shook.

They stood like that for a few minutes, Harry brokenly whispering a few shushes, and gentle, "it's okay's," into her hair. He had never felt true heartbreak until that moment, and he wished with every fibre in him to make it all better.

"I'm, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, Harry, please I'm so sorry, I-I don't even know what I was doing, I just, Harry, I'm so sorry." She continued to sob. Harry continued to tell her it was going to be okay, but in all truth, he had no idea what the future held, if they really were going to be okay.

-

He sat them down on her bed, continuing to stroke her hair while she calmed down. He was so, so... he didn't even know. He couldn't deal with his emotions, he had to focus on y/n, on taking care of her.

After a few more minutes, y/n began to calm down, she stopped sobbing, quieting to a few hiccups and sniffles. Harry had decided now was not the time to bring it up, he would take care of her first and then talk to her.

"Why don't we get you into the bath? Get you all cleaned up, yeah?" She nodded, her frame folding in on herself, knowing what she was using the bath for before he stumbled across her.

"Before that though, are you safe?" He hated he had to question that, it broke him even more inside, "have you taken anything or done anything yet?" His voice broke.

She shook her head, overly embarrassed, mortified even. She knew he was looking out for her, but this was some next-level shit, stuff they had never thought they would go through together.

Harry signed in relief, ever so grateful he had the conversation with Gemma when he did.

He walked her over to the bathroom, clearing the countertop of extra 'equipment' she would have used. He didn't know it could, but his heart broke further.

"I will, um, I'll leave you to get changed, yeah? I'll be at the door if you need anything." Y/n nodded and began to undress. She had never felt so ashamed. Once her clothes were off, she slipped into the bath. Harry, upon hearing the water splash, came back in, looking at her small body in sadness.

He grabbed a cup and the shampoo and poured some into his hand. He poured water over her scalp, gently wetting her hair before beginning to massage the honey-scented shampoo into her hair.

" I know you probably don't want to talk about it love, but, could you tell me what's going on?" Harry calmly asked, although the crack in his voice and shaking of his hands gave him away.

"I mean, I guess, I don't know, where am I supposed to start?" She took a breath, calming herself before continuing. "I was uh feeling sick, and I was getting these um, these weird symptoms so I, so I googled them and it came up with, you know, pregnancy, so um, I took a um test and uh, it um came up positive, so I uh I don't know, I guess I thought um," a bubble rose in her through as she tried to continue before looking down. She hated that she was crying, for feeling so weak, even though she knew she had the right to feel like that. Tears started to flow again as she continued, "I didn't want to worry you I guess? You have so much going on, I mean A levels and studying and all that, and I thought you would freak and be embarrassed and not want to be with me anymore, and I know that's not true, that's not you, but uh I don't know, I wasn't thinking rationally, I wasn't thinking properly. I decided this was my best option, this way I was the only one involved, I was the only one at fault." She finished her ramble, eyes closed as tears continued to ebb.

"Y/n, love, I'm so sorry," was all Harry could manage. As one could imagine, he was torn, he had no idea what to do, on how to comfort you, on how to react. He had no clue.

They spent the rest of the bath in silence. He got her out, wrapped her in a towel, dried her hair, got her dressed and placed her delicately in bed. He wanted to stay, but he didn't know if he should. Y/n having sensed the inner turmoil scooted over in her bed, creating a Harry-like shape for him. He smiled, albeit sadly, but smiling nonetheless, and took off his clothes down to his boxers, and slid in. She gently cuddled him, he held her like a fragile piece of china, ready to break at any moment, to drift off into a restless sleep.

"I love you y/n, I will always love you."

[poeticandors]

Hi it's not a request but just checking in on ya. Are you ok? Like seriously ,Eddie's dies , max can't see now and byler, gOd byler. It's not canon . I feel likethey duild mike and wills chemistry just to add a bunch of chemistry and *POOF* you thought bitch. I am sad and i know many more are so justkeeping check and would love to know your opinions.

I am actually not ok lolol

🚨SPOILERS BELOW 🚨

Like when I tell you that I have never been so emotionally and mentally drained from a show. For those 4 hours (I rounded idc) I sat there shaking and sobbing and just filled with dread bc it hit me that hard.

Eddie’s death was so tragic. I knew it was going to happen but was in denial before volume 2 came out. But that one scene where he was play fighting with Dustin was reminiscent of boromir and the hobbits and I just KNEW it was set in stone. He was such a hero and honestly it made me so sad to watch him suffer like that. His death wasn’t quick. I really don’t think he should’ve died because his character brought so much to this group. My poor boy deserved to stay alive and graduate.

Max’s entire demise hit me the hardest. My poor bby suffered as well and I just stood there in shock. The first moment her bones snapped I was devastated. And her being absolutely terrified at dying- I can’t: Like I knew she was at risk but I was also in denial. Not only that, but Lucas-

I can’t even begin to talk about Caleb’s performance. It was PHENOMENAL. Gut wrenching. I think he did so well this entire series. The scream he let out chilled me to my core. When he was begging Erica to help it made me sob even more. Caleb deserves so much praise for his acting this season.

Will deserved so much better. I hate that they used his character to bring up el and mike’s relationship. I do agree that they built up Will and mike’s chemistry to, for some fucking reason, just to throw it in everyone’s faces.

The entire car scene with Will and Mike I can’t. Noah’s acting was amazing and tbh this was where I first started crying I think. It made me sad that he went on that whole thing saying how Mike was the heart when in reality it is Will who is the heart of their group.

One other thing I am upset that they didn’t show was the Hawkins group mourning eddie. You’re telling me they didn’t film a scene showing the group going back and being shook at seeing Dustin crying over Eddie’s lifeless body? You’re telling me that Steve didn’t go straight to Dustin and comfort him like the good dad he is and try to pry him away as he is trying to hold back his own tears at the fact he lost a friend AND that his kid is so distraught and traumatized over this? Or Robin crying while nancy comforts her? Why didn’t they try taking his body back? I hate it.

Anyways yeah that’s my thoughts lol. I am so glad Steve made it through. And that Joyce and hopper are finally together and that hopper reunited with El. Very interested in seeing what s5 brings.

[anakinisvaderisanakin]

The only small rewrite I’d accept to Revenge of the Sith

Bear with me! 

I adore Revenge of the Sith, but if I could change one single thing about the movie as a whole - it’d be the second half of the Vader reveal. First and foremost, I would swap the scenes around a bit to make this scene in particular the last one of the entire film, however that would work out. 

Now, instead of Vader giving us the infamous “NOOOOOOO,” I would have him stumble to his knees, and howl. You know that haunting, shrill, ghastly cry people often produce when they’re in raw, unbridled emotional agony. The sort of ungodly shriek of a woman who’s lost her child, a boy who’s lost his little brother - or, fittingly, a man who’s lost the love of his life (AND his child).

You know the one. 

High pitched, throaty, eerie, like the wail of a banshee. Terrifying, sending chills down your spine and making your skin prickle; the hair at the back of your neck stand. The one that makes your stomach drop, your gut wrench, your eyes water; your mouth fall open. The one that instills a sort of breathless, reverent silence in its wake; where you find yourself frozen in place. Immobilized by the primal sound of another human being’s anguish, and our innate will to sympathize.

Imagine Vader, tearing himself off the operation table as in the actual film. Now, instead imagine him unable to stand on his new prosthetic legs; cruedly merged with the severed stumps of his legs. Imagine him taking a couple of wobbly steps, only to fall over. Imagine his determination, crawling on his hands and knees - rying to force himself to his feet. Imagine him failing, imagine him struggling. Nothing is played for laughs, nothing is indicating that this man isn’t suffering; isn’t fighting for his sanity. 

Imagine him trying to whisper, “no, no, no,” rather than the infamous shout we’re familiar with. Imagine the voice coming out too harsh with the vocoder’s aid. Imagine Palpatine standing by as a shadow, looming over Vader; biding his time. Imagine Palpatine watching, as the “mist” swirls around him in tendrils; sith eyes eyes glowing underneath his hood as his snarl begins to slowly twist, and merge into a toothy, wide, terrifying grin. Imagine his disdain for what his perfect apprentice has become, and imagine it giving way to a sadistic pleasure as he watches him suffer. Imagine Vader, refusing to give up but the physical agony of his injuries, the surgery without anesthesia, and the realization that he’s lost all he’s been fighting for taking a toll on him. He stills if only for a second.

Then it comes. 

Imagine that  scream, that shriek, that wail I mentioned before. Imagine it, mixed with a buzzing, shrill static tang. Imagine it, long, and loud, and tormented, as if someone had opened up the Gates of Hell. It’s last for what feels like an eternity, and it takes your breath away and Vader’s voice ebbs away. Imagine that shriek, fading away into a suffocating nothingness as Vader doubles over; imagine the respirator sucking in a long deep breath as he gulps for air. Imagine Vader struggling to cry, to do anything of his own volition as the device breathes for him; leaving him unable to sob, lungs burning, no tears falling from his scorches scleras; tear ducts melted away. 

Imagine the tension of that scene, of us lingering on Vader; crumpled to the floor in a heap, cape draped over him, hands curling into tight, trembling fists. No music, only the odd spark of electricity from the demolished droids and equipment to serve as a score. Imagine Vader’s shoulders shaking.

And then, as Vader mourns; his sniffling translated to ghastly, raspy noices by the voixebox - there’s another sound. Imagine it growing in magnitude in the background, just out of camera, out of sight. Imagine its petty, derogatory quality, and how it takes a couple of seconds to realize what, exactly, it is. 

It’s laughter. 

Soft and quiet at first, throaty and hoarse and patronizing. It swells, until it’s defeaning. Until it’s all we can hear, all we can focus on; shutting out all of our senses. Until it echoes all around us, as it does Vader. Until it’s ringing in our ears, as it does in Vader’s. Palpatine’s laughter; Palpatine’s mockery, his belittling, his punishment. He’s laughing at Vader’s pain. 

He’s laughing at Anakin and what he’s done to himself, what he’s done to his life, his love, his family; the galaxy.

In the end, as Palpatine’s harrowing laughter engulfs Vader, and us, and everything fades to black - we hear Padmé’s voice bright and soft and distant; as a bell, as a fallen angel. “Anakin,” she says; drowned out by the laughter, culminating in a long, steady breath as Vader exhales. 

Then, there is nothing.