#but i have a feeling (delusion) that it might not be?

[l1ve-l4ugh-lov3craft]

I Have More Rosekiller Fake Dating AU

a continuation of this drabble ( @dairekt-cat there's another)

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They ended up agreeing to all meet at the venue separately and go over the “plan of attack,”  as Barty had very cleverly called it, before going in. Regulus was the only one there when Barty arrived, which served him just fine. He flashed him a grin and a couple finger guns for good measure as he sauntered over, which Regulus promptly rejected with a scowl.

“You can’t be acting like that while we’re in there,” he said the moment Barty was in earshot. So much for friendly greetings.

“‘Hi, Barty. How are you, Barty?” Barty replied loudly, “You look so hot and sexy in that suit, Barty. Did you steal your father’s credit card to buy it?’ Why yes, Reg, I did. Thanks for asking. How are y-”

“Yes, yes, okay I hear you.” Regulus elbowed him hard enough to make Barty stumble back a bit.

Barty was still snickering under his breath as he straightened and scanned their near surroundings. Lots of expensive looking people in expensive looking outfits with expensive looking expressions of passive tolerance slowly filing into the gala venue. No sign of Pandora Rosier or the asshole who insulted his tattoo work last week, which was all well and good as far as Barty was concerned. Might be nice to slip in, swipe some of the fancy booze, and then be able to just dip and leave Regulus to deal with the upper-class as he did best.

“Think your mum will be terribly pissed if you get stood up tonight?” He asked, eyes still flitting over the clusters of people still arriving.

Regulus crossed his arms, “I am not going to be stood up.” He said.

Barty felt his face pinch rather against his own will. It was - he looked at his watch - three minutes until seven. And neither of the Rosier twins were anywhere in sight. Not exactly standup odds, but who was he to deny Regulus his delusions?

“You keep telling yourself that, buddy. But if they don’t show, just know that I’m absolutely gonna-”

Barty needed to study the uncanny accuracy of that ‘speak of the devil and he shall appear’ saying. Because not two fucking seconds after the words came out of his moth, who should show up in all their pasty, bleach-blonde glory?

Alright, fine. That was a bit harsh. Pandora Rosier was, admittedly, a rather beautiful young woman. She held herself with confidence and grace, and she had a sort of perpetual soft smile on her face that made you think she knew something you didn’t at all times. She had on a lacy, sage green ball gown type dress that Barty felt like one wouldn’t typically see at 21st century events like this and he nodded appreciatively at her ability to not give a single fuck. Subtly of course. Heaven forbid he appear like he was having positive feelings about anything related to this situation.

And Evan was…Well, sue Barty but he was hot, okay?? In, like, an asshole type of way where you looked at him and it just made you angry cos no one who was that much of a dick should look that good. He had fucking crystals braided into his hair. Who did that? And why did it look so good and bring out the flecks of blue in his eyes so well? Barty wanted to strangle him. Really.

Pandora smiled kindly when the two of them stopped in front of Regulus, and Barty was surprised to watch as she took even one step closer to pull his friend into a hug. He was practically balking when Regulus returned the hug in kind. Asshole. Regulus never hugged him. 

“It’s wonderful to see you, Regulus,” Pandora smiled, then she turned to Barty, “You must be Barty. It’s a pleasure!”

He nodded and took her hand when she offered it, but in less of a handshake way and more of a…she held his hand and squeezed it in a sort of friendly…sisterly way. It was weird, and he didn’t hate it. 

Then he looked past Pandora and his gaze met Evans and...yikes. Lots of personality and warmth in those eyes. Yeesh. The dude looked like he was a thousand miles away and had generic, pre-programmed responses for every possible conversation scenario ready to auto-play when needed. This was going to be fun. He wasn’t particularly inclined to try civility, but he figured if he was gonna be around this bloke all night he might as well at least attempt to be nice.

He put on a smile and stuck out his hand, “So, seems we’re stuck together tonight, eh? Name’s B-”

“I know who you are.” Evan cut in, neither letting him finish nor taking his hand.

‘Well fuck you, too. Asshole.’

“Evan,” Barty heard Pandora hiss.

It was fine. Barty could play this game too.

“You would, wouldn’t you?” He asked, “Had a lot of fun in my chair the other day, huh? Don’t think anyone ever really forgets their first bl-”

“Barty,” it was Regulus’ turn to snap. Barty scowled at him but dropped it. 

“We should go inside,” Pandora suggested, her voice a bit tight, “The gala should be starting soon.”

She tucked her hand into Regulus’ arm and let him lead her through the front doors, leaving Evan still outside with Barty. Eyes narrowed, he gave him a final once-over. Nice suit. Black with deep crimson roses embroidered on the lapels and cuffs. He was pretty sure the cufflinks were roses as well. A bit on the nose all things considered, but it was nicely tailored, clearly expensive, and it did look good on him. 

He made sure Evan noticed the way his eyes fell to the embroidery on his lapels before looking up at him with a smirk, “Hah. Rosie.”

Evan’s reply was immediate, “Do not call me that.”

“I’m gonna call you that.”

“Fuck you.”

Barty grinned, tucking himself dramatically into Evan’s side as they followed after Regulus and Pandora, “Oh you wish, sweetheart. You wish.”

[miwiheroes]

Just got a nasty ask from a mil*ven fan, and I just want to say, I’m not the one to do that to okay? You’ll probably get a response from other blogs on here but I really just cannot be bothered man. I know there’s no point in trying to convince you of something you’re simply never going to believe.

I’m definitely not going to answer someone who is going to say things like ‘delusions’ and ‘get over it’ and telling queer people what to believe is good rep and what’s not. I’ll answer mil*ven asks if they’re genuine, bring up interesting points, and are willing to learn. I really just don’t like conflict (which might be a mistake if Im a byler shipper LMAO) so Im choosing just to move on from hate like that. We can disagree that’s fine! But you don’t see me going anon and calling mil*ven shippers idiots directly through their asks, so don’t do it yourself. Keep to your corner of the internet if you’re so uncomfortable with mine and unwilling to see my side of things.

I can’t be bothered to hate. It’s a silly thing to waste your life doing. I don’t hate mil*ven, I just disagree with your points, but I do hate when people (who happen to be mil*ven shippers) send hate and call me stupid. Genuinely what did you think would happen?

If anyone sends me another ask like this, just know I’m not going to respond okay? This is not the blog for sending hate to.

If any other blogs feel the same as me or feel targeted by anyone on the internet, know you have a safe space here, it’s okay <3

[pavosnoctua]

cw: yandere, demi-human reader, afab reader, mentions of isolation, spanking, diluc's savior complex, forced/arranged marriage. mdni.

let me know if i missed a warnining!

All he can do is offer...empty apologies - especially when you look at him with wide eyes and ears flattened against your head. You used to attack him at one point, now it's just fearful resignation.

You screwed up - why do you keep thinking you can escape? The man has eyes and ears everywhere. What you say and do, never go unnoticed or unheard of by him. Your heats are promptly taken care of, your attempts to slip out the window meant it being sealed shut. Your cruel words are repeated back to you - always called tantrums.

"My love."

"I'm not -" It's no use, no point. He wishes to call you that, live in his delusions. "I missed the sun." Your voice is weak. "I just wanted to feel the sun." Because running away is impossible in clothes made of thin fabric, intending for you to simply be on display for him. It wouldn't stop you from trying again though.

"I know." Diluc sounds remorseful as he sits down on the bed - your stomach sinks. "You bit one of the maids though."

"She startled me." You offer, lamely. You wanted to apologize but couldn't because Diluc caught wind of this too quickly - intervened too quickly. It has been him you wished you'd bit.

Diluc says nothing as he beckons for you to come closer and you shake your head at first. Even if there's no instrument involved, his open palm feels far more humiliating. Being spanked is humiliating.

"I am not a child." You grit out. This makes things worse.

"You certainly act like it."

"I don't want to be spanked."

"Then you can stand in the corner, kneel on rice, or..." Or go back into that awful room with him as your only company until you break just slightly more. "Love, I hate doing this, you know I do, but I have to."

Diluc is delusional, you think as you resign to this. He helps you get comfortable on his lap. Your skirt lifted up and for moment, you think propriety may when out when he hesitates. He always does, and you're never sure if it's because he has view of your underwear and he thinks himself a gentleman or maybe he does have a conscience. One hand grips your tail to keep it out of the way. You want to bite his throat.

"We'll do ten. You count and you thank me."

The first strike is light, so maybe he'll go easy on you -

"One." you grumble. A pinch. "Thank you." Even if you have to force it out, it seems to appease him somewhat.

The second is harder.

"Two. Thank you." You consider biting him, consider remaining silent until he gives up. That doesn't work when he strikes twice, harder. "Three, four. Fuck -" You bite your tongue. "Thank you."

"I can add more." he says. "Use a paddle instead."

You shake your head.

"Behave." His words are said through grittes teeth. You might make him crack eventually. Another strike - he alternates between each once.

"Five, thank you. Six, thank you." There are tears burning at your eyes now - maybe not from the pain, maybe it's how humiliating this is. "Seven! I'm sorry."

"I know love." Another hit. You don't want to.

"E-eight. Thank you."

The ninth is painful, he seems to have used a bit of his pyro vision on you because it burns and you jostle, freezing when you feel his erection press against you. Fucker is turned on by this. He gets off to this.

You hate -

"Love?" he prompts. "We'll start over."

"No! Nine - nine! I'm sorry." You sob. Anything to not keep this going.

A soft sigh. "You were forgiven awhile ago." One final strike - the pyro hurts so much but it's not enough to actually burn you. But you know sitting will be hard.

The final strike.

"Ten. Thank you."

Diluc seems pleased by your change of attitude - weepy and clingy, not so much squirming to get away. You used to curse him out, especially when he'd grab and hold your tail while he spanked you.

He gently extracts you from him, going to grab a cool compress from the en suite bathroom. It stings a little but not bad. You ignore his praises and sweet words of comfort.

"My love, if you wanted to go outside, you could have just asked." Diluc is bad at comforting and you hate him. He loves you - thinks he does.

"You would have said no." You bite out. "You always do."

"It's-"

"I don't care. Leave me alone."

Diluc lets out a heavy sigh and leans down, kisses your cheek. He stays, regardless. So you ignore him, you count loose threads, you stare at the window with disdain. Anything to avoid looking at Diluc. You reject aftercare because if he continues to touch you, praise you, you might start believing him.

"I'm sorry." He mutters as he gets up. "You're precious - you...need to be protected. One day, you'll understand." At the door, he looks at you. "I will be up to have dinner with you in a few hours. Do try to lose the attitude."

And the door closes behind him. In your only act of pathetic defiance, you toss a pillow at it. It harsly relieves you of your anger.

[violetpinkskies]

okay, I've been thinking about these two posters a lot. they're both made super obvious in the pharmacy section with Eva, but neither are acknowledged by the characters themselves... so they have to mean something, right?

starting with the bottom one, from what I can make out zooming in the text says "The Fregoli delusion is a rare disorder in which a person holds a delusional belief that different people are in fact a single person who changes appearance or is in disguise" there is a split second where you can see the bottom text, though all I can make out is "symptoms include [unreadable] memory deficit"

this seems to line up with what wikipedia says:

(might need to click on the image to see the whole thing)

now, the top one. and here's where things get really interesting:

the top of the poster says "jamais vu area". a quick google search tells me that jamais vu is the opposite of déjà vu: when you feel that something is unfamiliar despite being very familiar with it.

the text below, thank God, is MUCH easier to make out than in the other poster. "Avoid staring at items for too long. X-Rays have been carried out here. If you feel unfamiliar with this area symptoms may worsen. Inspect further at your own risk. IF YOU SEE SOMETHING, SAY SOMETHING." And an asterisk in the middle.

this is an area where people are likely to experience jamais vu, and if you DO experience it, symptoms of something will worsen. and avoid staring at items for too long. both of these posters seem to have a lot to do with perception of reality, or, more specifically, things that warp your perception of reality.

NOT TO MENTION THIS THING???? there... has to be something going on here, right? what was this building used for? what exactly is any of this?

[p4nishers]

no bc i am CONVINCED one of them confesses (crowley) in 1941 and the other (aziraphale) has to reject them, even tho they feel the same, bc of heaven and hell and THAT'S why there's so much fucking tension between them in 1967. like u actually can't convince me otherwise it's canon in my brain.

[ramunnae]

random childe thought cuz that's half of what I post, but it's kinda weird childe is the only character without a vision story AND that his is the only vision that's ever wavered (and whilst he was actively trying to use it?!). ik it's (probably) to do w his constellation and the whale since that's hinted by the Fontaine quest/whale fight but I really wanna know the details.

[blushouyo]

thinking very hard about the ending of tfone and megatron's reasoning behind the things he says and does... at first i couldn't reconcile with the way he spits out the word prime when referring to optimus bc ???? the primes were never the problem... it was sentinel ?? but then i realised that other than it being bc sentinel tainted the idea for him somewhat. it's also probably bc he's deliberately separating orion from optimus for his own sake... deciding that his best friend really did die when he dropped him as the other option is too difficult for him to even think about acknowledging in his current mental state... 🥲

[ikamigami]

I have such a bad feeling that Sun's going to die on July 16th, it just has that vibe, and/or he learns Dazzle's secret and then dies

Yeah.. I think the same, dear anon..

I have a feeling that Sun will willingly die.. idk what will happen though..

[cobaltfluff]

a meme because i am delusional

[moonfurthetemmie]

Carver/Gouge and Terry the Tarantula Fire Familiar That Is Way Too Big

it could be worse, though.

it could've had wings

come closer. she wants to try a new spell on you. it's definitely not going to burn off all of your skin without killing you hahaha

anyways. she and ds ink have the same origin story

not even in a 'they're very similar' way. they just straight up got stuck in the same hell hole at the same time. They were very rarely trained/experimented on separately, but they don't remember each other at all.

Which is very unfortunate, but I guess it won't matter to them too much since they don't remember ever having a twin.

Gouge's given name was 'Carver'. Ink's was 'Aerosol'. but now they're Gouge and Ink. They couldn't remember their old names but they needed to be called something.

[aromanticasterisms]

read through alien space for star rail context and every frame himeko's in you can faintly hear me in the bg trying hard not to think about how much she looks like diluc

[ricracing]

"We spent the last seven months rebuilding him and getting the old Daniel bank that we recognise from when he was last with us"

[sovonight]

i was back on track to finish my soa playthrough for a while there--but then i reached xan's we-survived-bodhi celebration scene

[therabbitreaper]

All I have to say about the itgr adaptation leaks is

How do I audition for brook

[thethingything]

our current dilema is that the pain from our wisdom tooth keeps getting so bad we have to take pain meds (like it keeps hitting an 8/10 for several hours at a time. we can't not take pain meds) but the only pain meds that touch it have a warning on them saying not to take them for more than 3 days in a row, and we have at least another month of dealing with this, so I don't really know what to do.

the warning is because they're opioids and can cause addiction but I don't actually know how bad the risk is because everything seems to treat it like opioids are the worst thing ever and should be avoided at all costs and you'll get addicted if you so much as glance at them.

either way, my options are to either keep taking them and just accept that risk, or deal with being in so much pain I can't function. even with taking the pain meds I can tell we're a lot more irritable and short tempered and probably just insufferable to be around honestly and I hate the fact that pain causes this, but once again we've got to deal with this for over a month and we've also got to deal with the anxiety over what the treatment for it is going to actually involve.

I've had to deal with medical trauma stuff I didn't even know about until like yesterday when Lucy suggested it might be part of why I feel so shit, and I've had multiple panic attacks per day and constantly feel way more anxious than usual and I get the feeling we're just gonnaa have to put up with this for the next month and I don't know how the fuck I'm meant to cope with any of this

[a-sky-full-of-ideas]

In my nth time rewatching psychopath diary, episode 1, minute 24:22 could …

…Could that be Seo Inwoo ? Probably not but imagine all the possibilities of that!

Did he genuinely just pass by, distracted by the shouting ? Die did he hear the entire outburst of “why are you always so sorry/letting yourself being taken advantage of?”,and only later learned that it was about his company ?

Or was it the opposite and he already knew Dongsik was being taken advantage of; cause he was trying to get dirt on his brother aka him walking by was no coincidence at all ? It could explain why he immediately knew his brother, who is known for yelling at just anyone, was yelling at Dongsik cause he was the scapegoat. He could’ve gone after the homeless guy, cause he saw him being rude towards Dongsik.

Speaking of the homeless guy… he had clearly been watching him so maybe he just saw that and wanted to make sure Dongsik is not associated with that guy and would miss him/notice he is gone aka that Dongsik would not be a danger to him