#can't wait to see where this goes

[nostalgic-shamefest]

I know the girls are fighting and all but is anybody else super excited about a potentially messy, intertwined, complicated, non YA, hopefully maturely handled, with a side of self discovery, mlm love triangle with like some of the main characters of a big ass mainstream tv show???

[theramblingvoid]

There were a few ways I predicted a horticultural show could go wrong. Murderous plants, perhaps! Escaped mandrakes forming a choir! Fungal hivemind infection!

Rocks fall everyone dies, however, was NOT one of them -

[thesolaireslawyer]

Characters like Rachelle are amazing! the way their written are awesome to me- lol

[iris-nonsense]

This subplot of the toys is incredibly interesting, it's the premise of an horror and a lot of things can be done with it

[knightofleo]

You’re a man?

Yes, I am!

[wherethewaterstarts-andyouend]

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[waiting-on-a-dream]

yes akio did love arata STOP I JUST READ YOUR TAGS AND. YEAH yeah hiyuu and kei have A LOT of parallels (and i'm not just talking about their relationship with pain haha..) 😭😭 that's why i wanted to make them interact so bad..

oh also just a small correction: hiyuu doesn't really think that pain is "the only suitable punishment", but more like. he doesn't want anyone to die, but also still needs to punish them, so.. yeah, he just goes for punishments that can make people lose the ability to do stuff, for example, make them slower, make them weaker, etc, but he also says that physical punishments are "tasteless". yeah, he's more into psychological torture <3

he honestly scares me a lot because if eiji punishes everyone in such a cruel way because he wants to show that he's "stronger" or "better" than them and isn't actually as sadistic as everyone thinks he is, hiyuu is more gentle, but in a "come on, you can handle this, right? :) just tell me if it's too much. but i know you're strong enough ^^" way. sure, he will let you have a break if you need it, but you'll be in too much pain when you get one so it'll end up being useless.

Lina at the end of trial 1: There's gonna be a third guard and he's more of the morally grey type

Me: Oh cool! :D

Lina at the end of trial 2: So he's more into psychological torture

Me: 😨😨😨

[mimimar]

don't leave, my universe

(art prints)

[nezhanetwork]

⚔️🎀⚔️🎀⚔️

[wuwubean]

died 2015 reborn 2025 welcome back frisk undertale

[fallclasskids]

NXT stood tall and delivered. 10/10 show, no notes....

[slippinninque]

OOOoooooo I am SAT for this one! I have so many questions, I can't wait for them answers!!

edges of my mind. (in the works).

A/N: I know this isn't my usual fluff and smut, I wanted to try my hand at a psychological thriller type of story. So let me know what y'all think!

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“What are you hiding from me?” She asks for the fourth time in ten minutes, growing more and more agitated and his fidgety body language.

“Nothin' Roni, I said to drop it.” He huffs, pushing past her once more.

“I'll drop you on your ass, Moonie. Quit walking away from me.”

“Woman,” he sighs, turning to face her. “I don't wanna say something I'll regret, so please leave it be.”

She breathes through her nose as he turns away from her to sit at the table. Her family stares at the couple awkwardly, wondering if they should say something or not.

Taking a seat beside him, she stares at the red velvet cake in the middle of the table, and the old kitchen knife next to it.

It was a little rusty since it'd been in the family for a generation or two, but it was still getting the job done so Roni kept it.

Soon, the awkwardness left the air and little conversation started here and there, but Roni was still fixated on what Moonie could be hiding in that closet.

“What's in the closet?” She asks, again. This time, it was very calm.

“Roni, please. Not now.”

“Then when?” She asks, she stares in his direction.

“I-I,” he starts, failing to finish his sentence, much to her dismay.

“You're a liar. So full of shit, I knew you were cheating on me.” She humorlessly chuckles, gaining everyone's attention again.

“What? Moonie, how could you?” Brenda, Roni’s older sister says.

“I'm not cheating on you, Roni! What the hell is your problem?”

“My problem? The only thing I've been trying to get done was you giving me the answer to the simple fucking question I asked you,” she yells, leaning over to cover her niece's ears.

“Stop cussin’ in front of that baby,” he shakes his head, “I'm not doing this with you, right now.”

“Why not??” She screams.

“Because it's not that fucking simple! Why won't you just fucking drop it!?” He yells back, getting in her face.

It wasn't until after she'd already picked up the knife and stabbed him, that she'd realized the gravity of what she'd just done.

Everyone in the kitchen shuffled about, their younger sister, Janet, grabbing the knife from Roni, moving a bleeding Moonie to the bathroom, ridding him of his stained shirt to patch his wound, moving the kids up and away from the kitchen altogether to the living room that's deeper into the house.

“Jesus Christ, Roni!” Her mother yells, “what the hell is going on with you two?!”

“He w-wouldn't tell me.. I didn't mean t-to..” she shakes, unable to finish her sentences.

“Lord, Janet!” She calls out, grabbing a hold of her arm as she passes by the room Roni is in. “Janet honey, watch your sister while I go and clean up this mess. We've got guests coming in like twenty minutes!”

“Aw, I thought we were gonna play hide the murderer!”

“Very funny. Sit down.”

Turning back down the hall, she finds Brenda soaking the shirt in bleach in the bathroom.

“Where'd Moonie go?”

“He went out back, said he needed to get away from the smell of bleach of sumn,” she shrugs. “It doesn't bother me.”

“That's cause you put it on your scalp every other month.” She says, before walking back to the kitchen and out the back door.

“Son, I don't know what you and my Roni have going on but this is way too dangerous!” She sterns, looking in his sad eyes. They looked more droopy than usual.

“I'm sorry.” Is all he can get out, before he turns back to the trees.

“That's all you have to say, boy?”

“Unfortunately, I can't tell Roni what's going on. It's more complicated than she thinks.”

“Why don't you tell her that?”

“Well, she did just stab me,” he chuckles, wincing soon after. He grabs his wrapped side.

“Well I don't condone violence, so I'll definitely be talking to her about that. Why don't I go and get her? Maybe you two can talk?”

He looks over his shoulder at her wearily, as if he was afraid to see her again.

Mama excused herself anyway back into the house to retrieve Roni, who reluctantly agreed of course.

“Just talk to him. He seems sadder than usual. I think something might really be wrong.”

She sighs, before pushing through the door, only to find the space he stood in, now empty.

“I thought you said he,” she trails off, feeling her hands go numb.

“He was just out here, honey. Maybe he took off through the neighborhood?”

“Or maybe he took off, period.” She sighs, suddenly feeling sick.

“Well, he's patched up, at least he won't bleed out on the way to wherever he ran off to. Let's get you back inside.” Mama says, grabbing her left hand.

Twenty minutes later, the house is filled with family and friends, music spilling from the house to the streets where games are being played, drinks are flowing and gossip is hot.

“Roni, you good? Where's Moonie?” One of her uncles asks.

“I don't know, he took off earlier. Haven't seen him since.”

“Y'all get into it again?”

“Mhm. Same ol’ shit, unc. I don't wanna talk about it.”

“I got you, baby girl. Take my drink, I'll grab another.” He says, handing off his wine cooler.

“You better be glad it's my favorite flavor,” she dryly laughs, knocking it back without a thought.

Soon, she'd be on her fifth one and wobbling around the neighborhood with Brenda, trying to find her wounded lover.

“You think he's mad at you?”

“I guess I can't blame him for that, can I? I did stab him with a rusty knife, after all.” She laughs.

“Maybe he deserves it, Roni.” She stops in her tracks, looking at her intoxicated sister.

“What?”

“You heard me. I hate the way he talks to you! I never understood what you saw in him. He's arrogant. A know-it-all, a gaslighter!”

“Okay, okay… calm down. I know he's not the best man in the world. He's very much a gaslighter, but he turns on his charm and I just lose my mind, B. I don't know whether I'm coming or going sometimes with Moonie. He's got my head all screwed up!”

“I know! Look at where the hell you got us at!” She yells, making the birds in the trees overhead scatter.

“Brenda, what do I do?”

“Leave his crazy ass alone! Let the shadows he disappeared into swallow him up. He's no good for you, sis. You're gonna lose your whole mind if you keep this up.”

“What if he tells the cops?”

“You think he'd do that?”

“I don't know, we've never gotten into this much trouble arguing about shit. I'm not even scared, but what if he is.”

“Maybe he should be. You had enough.”

On the other side of the big oak tree, Moonie stood there, listening to them talk.

On one hand, he was terrified out of his mind that he'd pushed her to the point of harming him, never thinking she had it in her. But on the other hand, he wasn't sure if he even began to explain himself to her, that she'd understand.

“Of course I'd understand! That's all I try to do with his sorry ass!”

“Let's go deeper by that creek y'all like to hang by, maybe he's there and you can get the rest of your frustrations out.”

But he wouldn't be there. In fact, once they passed the tree, he'd disappeared right into those very shadows.

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[arstronautsloth]

toxic yuri stocks are UP 📈📈📈📈

LOVING this new era of aimros

reblogs are appreciated!!

[erinwantstowrite]

i rewatched the spider-verse movies so im thinking about miles atm but you have a couple posts about him and LoF so i was just wondering what would the bats opinions be on him ??

oh, they're gonna love him. peter has quite a few pupils in the future, but miles is his legacy. carrying on that spider-man name and making it his own? miles is practically his little brother in the future, his pride and joy. the Bats are older too around this time so they each have different dynamics with miles. bruce is leaning towards fully retired by the time peter is in his mid twenties (i think bruce is like 53 when peter is 25?). by the time miles comes around they're used to having students and a bunch of family so he is welcomed with open arms

[idrellegames]

[thebabblingbrookenook]

This is going to be obscenely fun. Michael Stirling is my Achilles Heel. I've always pictured him as Thomas Doherty. Pairing him with Benedict is a wickedly dangerous opportunity. 😳

Shades

Warning: This is M/M so if that bothers you, don't read. First chapter is not smutty but later chapters will be.

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton/A man you will meet 😉. Later chapters will also be Benophie

Word count: 610. This chapter is the shortest.

Author's note: This will be a mult-chapter fic. This is a short chapter just to get us started. I don't know how many chapters there will eventually be.

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"Oh God! Will, I'm so sorry! I've made such a mess." Benedict was anxiously mopping at the whiskey splattered around him. His fingers were numb, the reason he'd dropped his glass in the first place, rendering his actions useless.

" It's alright, Benedict, really. Are you ok though? You're shaking like a leaf."

"Ben, what is going on? Is everything well, brother?" Anthony laid his hand on Benedict's shoulder to steady him, and cupped his face with the other, studying him. "I rather think you've had too much to drink, brother." He said softly. "Will, would some tea be too much bother?"

"Of course not, my Lord, coming right up." Will gave Benedict a concerned look before walking off.

Benedict knew he was not drunk and he knew Will knew he wasn't; he'd barely had three drinks. But he could not bring himself to tell Anthony, or Will, or Colin, or anybody, about the numbness in his hands. And it was starting in his toes now. That dreadful tingling he'd felt only once before. The day his father died. No one knew about that and he was terrified at what lay ahead. No, he couldn't tell anyone, so he played along with Anthony.

"You may be right, Ant. Help me up please? My feet don't seem to want to work." He giggled to play the drunk and clumsily clutched at Anthony and Colin, who had wandered over after hearing the noise.

"Really, brother, you must control yourself." Anthony admonished as they hauled him to his feet and into a chair. "We cannot have you making a fool of yourself or the family. Not with Frannie's wedding in two days. Now you sit here and sober up." Benedict nodded his obeisance and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the tingly feeling taking over his body.

"Sir. SIR! Are you well?"

Benedict gasped and shook his head. What was going on?

"I didn't mean to startle you but you are soon to fall over."

Benedict opened his bleary eyes to find himself staring into the most sparkling blue ones he'd ever seen. He couldn't find his breath so nodded and motioned for this beautiful stranger to sit.

"Are you in the habit of falling asleep in gentlemen's clubs, sir? Can't say I blame you. This groom's party is dreadfully dull. Watching you sleep seems to be the most entertaining part of this evening." His eyes held Ben's for longer than propeàr until he reached for his drink.

Benedict blushed at the attention and took a sip of his cold tea.

"My brother has lost his proclivity for the finer aspects of a good party since his marriage. He is besotted with his wife and, whilst that is beautiful , he cannot fathom why other men would want to tarry with loose women."

"Women are not always required for a rollicking good time, wouldn't you agree?"

A subtle wink caught Benedict's eye and he began breathing rapidly. How had this man sussed him out so well without even a word?

"Not required at all, I find." He licked his lips as he stared at this magnificent creature across from him.

"You mentioned your brother planned this soiree. So you must be one of the bride's numerous siblings. You do bear a slight resemblance."

Benedict guffawed at this. " A resemblance? Most people cannot tell one Bridgerton from another. I am number two, Benedict to be precise. I take it you are acquainted with the groom."

This beautiful man with the sparkling eyes crossed and knelt at Benedict's side. He took his hand and brushed a kiss across his fingers.

"Michael Stirling at your service, Mr. Bridgerton."