#hannah bares her soul

[doberbutts]

The moment the whole "all trans mascs have male privilege and never experience transmisogyny" argument falls apart to me is realising so many of these people seem to operate under the "we can always tell" idea. Like, how can we laugh and point out terfs gendering people correctly while trying to misgender them, then within the community say "bigots will never mistake you for a trans woman so you're safe"? I'm sorry you have to deal with them deliberately taking you in bad faith in your notes.

Not only that but when I pointed it out it was "well it happens to a lesser extent of course" and it's like okay? But that's not *privilege* and also it does still happen to us so it's not like it doesn't affect us at all. Also it's like. That's normal? Trans guys being mistaken for trans women and getting the living tar beaten out of them (or getting killed...) are experiencing transmisogyny. This happens, as a demographic, less often to us than trans women. That's because the rest of the time we're getting beaten up and killed for being clocked as trans MEN, or as lesbians, or as women who don't know their place.

Similar to how trans women experience transmisogyny but also get gay bashed and fag dragged and mistaken for drag queens and sometimes also mistaken for trans men. Most of human experience is shared and bigots are stupid anyway 🤷‍♂️ as said previously a bigot swings in a wide arc and does not care who they hit in the process. The bigot chasing you down to pummel you while shouting "dyke" or "faggot" isn't going to stop when you say "no no I'm actually a trans wo/man", they're going to go "okay well now I'm beating you up because you're a tranny".

Remember that comedy routine turned bareing of souls from Hannah Gadsby? Nanette I think it was? When she talked about how a homophobe mistook her for a gay man and wanted to beat her up for being a faggot? And she said "no no I'm a woman" and he went "oh okay". And then he went "wait a second you're a lady faggot" and beat the shit out of her? Yeah bigots don't fucking care, they'll find a reason.

[dre6ming]

Playing for keeps

Chapter I

Masterlist

Pairing: Austin Butler x Y/n

Plot: Austin is the next in line for the throne, but he can’t be king if he doesn’t have a wife. In your country tradition says that a selection formed of 35 young women must be formed for the prince to find a wife. You are obligated by circumstances to participate against your will. What are the chances that you might be the next queen? None right? Right?

Warning: none

Word count: ~4000

"To heal the soul by the means of the senses and the senses by the means of the soul" or something like that, is what Oscar Wilde said to make me really understand why something so simple as feeling the bristles of my brush stroke the rough surface of the canvas. My lines look a little jagged today, my hand keeps shaking and no matter how many deep breaths I take, the rock sitting on my chest hasn't gotten any lighter.

Thirty five, what a strange and odd number, why so many? Why not more or less? Did they have a mathematician who centuries ago did the math for them and concluded that thirty five was the lucky number to find a wife out? I take a deep breath as the word "wife" bounces off of the walls of my skull. It's not just a wife, it's the future queen.

It's been a little more than 30 years since the last selection, when queen Lori was selected out of the bunch by King David and now the result of their successful selection, their son, prince Austin, is about to have his very own selection. All of the girls in the kingdom between the ages 18-22 were asked to submit an entry into the competition, to hopefully end up being the princess of the kingdom and the future queen.

Emphasis on the word "asked" , we were not obligated to do it, at least not by our government, our parents however? Well the forced me to apply, dragged me down to the office where the applications were collected and made me sign up.

"Y/n it's time, come come sit!!" My mom shouts for me and I put down the paint brush, wiping my hands on a rag, brushing back some hair as I make my way to the very small, very crowded living room. My mom , dad and all my 5 siblings are spread around the tv, watching it like hawks. "Come sit!" Mom pats the spot next to her on the couch and I squeeze between her and my older sister.

I can't help but feel angry at the whole situation, my parents live in a poorer side of the country and the fact that they had 7 kids did not help, I'm right in the middle, being the 4th to be born, my older siblings, are married off to their own households where the also pop baby after baby, that is except for one of my eldest siblings, my sister Hannah, who's the reason why mom put me into the selection in the first place.

To back track a bit and explain, my parents met and got married when they were 20 years old, my brother Josh came a year later, he's now 26 married and expecting child number three, his income already stretched thin. Then came Anna, she's 24 she married in a more stable family, but with baby number two, turning into babies number 2 , 3 and 4, yes that's triplets that she's having, money is low. Mark, 22 now, not married, he's actually, well we don't know, he ran away with a girl from around here, we haven't heard anything in years and since we barely have time to live our own lives and win enough for a living, we've put him aside. My sister Hannah, 22 as well, she's Marks twin, she's supposed to marry, but the guy she chose is from a family of twelve and they have little to no money.

Then there's me, Y/n, 20 being auctioned away in the hopes that the weekly allowance my family will get for my participation would be enough for my sister's wedding and some other things for my youngest siblings. After me my parents had kids 2 more times, Kyle 14 and then the other set of twins, this time identical Tana and Lane, 10 years old.

My mom works as a nurse and my dad is a retired guard from our region. Money is low so we all have to work, but with 2 siblings out of the house and one waiting to marry, we lost working hands. I sell paintings on commission and I also work at the local bakery to try and make some extra money, but it's not enough to support me, mom and my younger siblings. Which is why I was forced by mom to join the selection, the family of the girl competing gets a weekly allowance for as long as she stays in the game, not to mention the chance of actually being queen.

As names are being drawn on tv I can feel everyone in the room tense as the 34th girl gets called out and it's not me, I had 34 chances and I lost them all, now I get one more, but I hope I'll lose again. I don't want to go, I don't want to meet the prince or be his wife, I'm not meant to be queen, I'm just not.

My breath gets caught in my chest as the host, Lucas, puts his hand back in the bowl of names. My ears are ringing as he read the name and I almost faint seeing my picture there. "You got it, hon, good job!" Mom says and all of my present siblings start to chant my name, happy for me. I can barely hear them though, so I get up with tears in my eyes, brushing everyone off, walking out, out of the room, out of the house.

My bare feet, touch the sharp gravel, but I can't give into the pain, all I know is I need to run, run for now, or at least until tomorrow when the people from the palace will be at my door to package me up and send me to their prince. Staring out into the midnight sky, I could see everything I had being ripped apart, I didn't have much, but I had enough. Dropping to the ground and letting the cold grass soak my thin cotton dress, I close my eyes, scared to death about the outcome of what I had just gotten myself into.

The next time I open my eyes, two guards from the royal guard stand in my door and my mom hands me a bag I didn't pack, pushing me out the door. I take one last look back at the people I'm leaving behind and I tell myself I have to at least make it a few weeks, so that my sister could use the money for her wedding, then I'd come back and move to a richer part of the country, where I wouldn't be able to ever see my family. Those are the rules, after you get into the game, when you live you have a higher status and income so they move you and you can no longer interact with your past the way you used to.

Watching my step getting out of the car that took me from the airport to here, I take in the palace, with it's high towers and beautiful architecture. People are outside, forming a pathway for us to walk as they chant different names of other girls who also got selected. I am so out my element here, the dress my mom picked for me was too tight and itchy, the high heel shoes hurt my feet and my hands were sweating too much. "Here it goes!" I say under my breath stepping forward and into the unknown building. The inside even more beautiful than I could describe, high ceilings with crystal chandeliers, gold accents and mahogany furniture, underneath my heels white marble floors.

"Ladies! Welcome, I am Silvia and I'll be you're etiquette advisor and teacher, I'll also be your voice here, anything you need, you ask me and I'll make it happen if it within my powers. You will now be less to yours rooms where you will meet your maids, they will help you with hair, make up and clothes and anything else you might need. Dinner will be served in your rooms tonight and breakfast is at 7 am tomorrow, after breakfast you will each get to talk with the prince and get to know him. I've left some pages on your beds with instructions about tomorrow as well as the schedule of our classes. Good evening going forward!" The tall blonde woman left our sight walking gracefully in her long gown. I wonder if I'll ever be like her? Back so straight, shoulders so strong, hair so put together, make up so natural yet so beautiful, voice so clear, everything about her spoke volumes on everything I was not. I don't know how they expect me to last a day here.

In my room, I stand and wonder how can a place for one person be the size of my home which currently houses 7, now that two of my siblings had moved out. "Lady Y/n!" Two petite women curtesy in front of me, they look like sisters, about the same age as me, but one of them looks a bit older. "Just Y/n" I lick my lips fiddling with my fingers. The older one nods, smiling. "A-and you are?" They seem confused by my question. "Your maids lady!" The other one explains in a sweet voice.

"Yes no, I know, I meant, your names, what are your names?" I ask again hoping I'm not making them uncomfortable. "I'm Jules and she's my older sister Jane, we're very happy and honored to meet you, lady Y/n" I nod, smiling as well, as they start pacing around the room fixing things up. My eyes watch them move, mesmerized by how synchronized they are. "Can you stand and turn around lady Y/n? We have the water running in the tub, so you can take a bath."

I stand and turn so that Jules could undo my dress, then sliding my arms through the silk robe. "Just Y/n please!" I ask again, all these official things making me uncomfortable. "Lady Y/n, if I may-" I open my mouth to correct Jane, but she puts her hand up stopping me. "You are now a lady, his majesty will refer to you as such and you have to keep to these titles, at least until you get to know him better." I nod at her kind advice and follow her into the bathroom, where she helps me step into the tub, taking my robe away and checking the water temperature one last time. "Well relax lady Y/n, when you're ready, call for us and we will get you ready for bed."

Before she leaves me to my own, I dare to ask her one more thing. "Jane, is he nice?" I ask, this being the first time I actually my curiosity about the prince, spiked ever since I was selected. Jane gives me a soft smile, fixing the creases on her apron. "That's for you to decide lady Y/n, but his majesty, prince Austin has always been well liked by the staff." She leaves before I get to asks anything more and I take that as her polite way of saying that's how much she's allowed to say.

The bed here is so much softer than the one at home, the one I uncomfortably share with my twin sisters. The sheets are so soft and silky, it feels like I could turn to fast and fly off the bed. Jules and Jane left shortly after, brushing my hair back and helping me into my silk night gown. Even in this big room, air feels compressed and I want to walk, so I find myself putting on my slippers , taking a moment to look at them, I've never had slippers before. I the dark of the room I make out the location of the door and I turn the knob slowly, trying to make no sound.

I feel a cool breeze brushing my bare legs and I follow it thinking this could be the way to find a door leading outside. Only thing stopping me are the two guards standing in front of it. "Miss are you lost?" One of them asks, making me blush, finally so aware of the fact that I left my room wearing only my thin silky night gown. "N-no, I was wondering how to get to the garden." I say hoping my voice didn't sound too shaky. "No can do miss, you need to get back to your room." The guard tells me, his eyes staring straight ahead. "Please, I, I just need a moment." I beg, taking a step closer and that's when they both move their eyes to look at me, their mean stares making me shiver. "Not allowed, back to your room miss!" The other guard speaks.

Suddenly another set of steps are heard and the guards stand straighter. I don't dare to make a move and look at who it might be. "Your majesty!" They say in unison and the blood freezes in my veins. I've never heard him speak before, his voice sounds so clear, a bit raspy, but still sweet, like warm honey. "Lay her be!"

"Your majesty, we can't-" the guard protests. "I said let her be, open the doors!" They do as he says and I don't wait to walk out, the cold air hitting my warm skin leaving goosebumps. "Stay 5 minutes, then back to your room, if you won't go willingly they have my permission to drag you there." I stop and without turning around I say. "Thank you, your majesty!" My voice sounding like it's under water.

I didn't stay too long after I heard him walk away, running back to my room almost immediately after. Sleep came to me easily after that, but I still felt restless now as Jane brushed my hair into a braid. They put me into a floor length light green dress, with beautiful lace details all around the corset. I looked like a princess this morning when I looked at myself in the mirror and I couldn't believe it and then for just a moment too long I had questioned why I pushed this competition away so vehemently. That last thought however got send back to the depth of my mind and I was now patiently waiting for my turn with the prince, tormented by the wonder of whether he would recognize me from last night or not. 

At last my turn comes and I get up from my seat, fixing my dress as I walk with my head down toward the table where he awaits for me. Sitting down, I still keep my eyes on the ground scared to look at him, feeling my heart thudding against my corset concealed chest. "Y/n? Right? Pleased to meat you, I do hope you're feeling better." His voice comes out first, breaking the silence and making me finally look at him. I had seen him on tv, but the screen did him no justice, the blue in his eyes is so electric, the gold in his hair, is so endearing, my fingers itched with the wish to have a feel at it, his pink lips look so soft and warm. Everything about him is inviting and the way he seats in his chair, leaned back with his legs crossed, his chin in his hand, makes him look so young and careless, which he is, being only 22 and a prince. 

"Yes, your majesty, I'm quite well, thank you!" I blush deeply, my hands clutching the material of my dress in a stupid attempt to calm my nerves. Austin's eyes move to my hands and back to my face, a concerned look painting on his god like face. "Are you all right? Lady Y/n?" He asks, changing his position in the chair, leaning towards me. "If you're not feeling well, I can have for the doctor to come and see you later Lady Y/n." He says in a whisper. The word doctor makes me immediately let go of my dress and smooth down the creases, breathing deeply. "I am fine your majesty, it's all nerves." 

Austin hums and I expect him to go back to his previous sitting position, but he doesn't, he actually leans a bit closer if that were possible. I can now smell his woodsy cologne and a warm fuzzy feeling takes over my body. "You don't need to be nervous, I'm just a boy, just as you are just a girl-".

"But you're not" I find myself rudely interrupting him. "You're going to be king some day and 35 women were randomly chosen to come here and allow you to peruse them. 35 is a strangely small number compared to all the women out there that could be potentially way better for you than any of us."

"Then why come here? Why put your name in the ballot in the first place?" He asks and I can't read if he's been offended by what I said or not. "Your majesty, I apologize!" I look away from him and I can't help but notice that the other girls are all watching us, just like I had watched the previous ones when they were up here. I can only imagine they are analyzing if he likes me better or not. 

"Don't apologize, keep talking, I feel you have a point." Austin urges me and I bite my tongue. "Lady Y/n, my situation is unique, but I have no choice, it does not matter if the love of my life is someone outside these walls, I am not allowed to meet them. So please keep talking!" I feel sad for him, it's clear he's thought the same thing as me, what if his one true love is not one of us, but he's obligated to choose one of us either way. 

"My favorite book, "Withering highlights" the protagonists were not allowed to love each other but they did and the impossibility of being together killed them, had they not ever met, they would've been able to love someone else and live. I think what I said is quite wrong your majesty, maybe neither of us will be the love of your life, but with time you might find someone among us, that you could learn to love and survive." 

Austin opens his mouth to say something, but he doesn't get the chance, since it's announced that our time is up and I must go in order for the next girl to come. I get up breathless and do a very bad curtesy. 

The rest of the day I can't help but feel like I'm sitting on egg shells, I knew I had let my stupid mouth speak before I gave to much thought, but something about him made me feel like I could speak my heart. Jane brushes my hair, as Jules arranges things around the room,  taking the pillows off the bed and putting in place the last things for me to go to bed. 

A knock on my door makes Jane jump as she brushes my hair and Jules goes to open the door. "Your majesty!" I hear Jules say and so I turn to see him, in all his glory, wearing the same dark brown suit from breakfast, only he's discarded the jacket and the tie, a few of the buttons from his shirt being undone and revealing some of his chest, the sleeves are rolled up and this look suits him much better than the previous. Realizing I was just sitting and staring, I quickly get up and curtesy. "Your majesty!" 

"How would you like a stroll out in the gardens, Lady Y/n?" Austin's voice is calm and my ears are ringing, so I barely make out what he's saying, but I nod. "Yes, um Jules, my robe please!" I say, remembering I'm just wearing my night gown, which was very inappropriate. "Lady Y/n!" Austin extends his hand and I walk the few steps over to him, putting my significantly smaller arm around his. 

He takes the lead and walks us out of my room and to the gardens. My thoughts are racing, I'm not stupid I know he could have every advantage right now to try and make an inappropriate move onto me, but he doesn't seem like that kind of guy, but how does that kind of guy look anyway. 

"You're awfully quiet." He says as we walk through the dimly lit gardens. "I was waiting on you your majesty." He stops and turns to look at me. "Why so?" Austin asks blinking. I simply shrug my shoulders. 

He sighs and licks his lips, walking further into the gardens without another word. The whole situation is rather spooky and I can't help the anxiety building up inside me. Soon we get to a table, decorated with candles and flowers, steaming cups of tea resting on it. "I thought we might enjoy some hot tea, it's a bit chilly out." He pulls my chair out for me and I sit down hesitant. 

"Tell me more about you, your favorite book is "Withering highlights", what else do you like?" It takes me a moment to realize that he is being serious I can't stop the giggle that comes out. Confusion is once again shown on his face, but this time is accompanied by something else, the corner of his mouth slightly pointing up, he's amused too. "You really want to know?" 

"Well I must find a wife somehow." The breath gets knocked out of me by his statement, for a split second I had forgotten why I was here, to play in the game of selection. 

"I like to bake and knit, I make clothes for my siblings all the time, but by far my favorite thing is painting, there's something so strange about being able to use my own hands to capture a moment I time li you would a picture." He looks at me as I talk and something in his demeanor tells me he's actually interested. 

"Picture, I, well I don't paint, but I do enjoy photography." He admits, his eyes glimmering with excitement. "Really? And what do you find best to photograph? Objects, humans or nature?" I ask, Austin blushing slightly. "All, I can't say I'm that good, I don't have enough time to dedicate to the hobby, but I enjoy it." 

"I don't believe that you must show me one day, any kind of art is good art. I don't have any of my paintings here, but perhaps if I got the supplies I could paint you something!" I propose, trading the experience of showing off our works of art. "Perhaps one day." Austin says absentmindedly, clearing his throat before getting up. "It's late, I should escort you back to your room!" He says hastily. 

I don't bring up how neither of us even touched the tea or what a short time had passed since we got here, the tea still steaming in the cups. Something about him has changed, he's much colder, stiffer if you may. No more words are exchanged between us, except the good night he rapidly wishes me, before walking away.

I'm left confused and with another feeling stuck in my heart, because for a moment there I actually let myself go and I got happy? Maybe, I don't know. 

Sleep came to me very difficult and when I woke up this morning I had a headache, I didn't want to see or talk to anyone. As Jules is complaining that I had tangled my hair so bad in my sleep another knock is heard and my heart stopped. Is this hope I'm feeling? Hope that is Austin? 

"Lady Y/n, a package for you!" Jane announces. 

I get up taking the note from her hand, looking at the huge box that bigger than her. I open the small envelope and the first thing I notice is the very clean and neat handwriting. 

 <Lady Y/n,

I hope you will forgive me for leaving so hastily as I did last night, but I figured that our encounter wasn't quiet up to etiquette and in fear of damaging you or me, I thought it better continue some other time. Please forgive me and accept this gift, I hope you'll have a painting to show me soon enough

A.B>

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[iridescent-solstice]

𝐀 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 . . .

| ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: {MDNI‼ This fic contains stuff not meant for minors to read. I do not want you to interact with this, please respect my wishes or you will be blocked. Contains themes of murder, blood and gore, doesn't go into detail but does mention violence against partner } |

The thrumming of rain pitter pattering on the roof was all that could be heard. Despite the weather in the day eluding otherwise . . . It's raining now. The warm humidity gone and replaced. Exchanged for an icy chill that was now snuffing out the numerous candles placed throughout the long corridors. She would have loved this; Claude notes to himself as he stares out the window. Silent as usual. He stood tall and forebodingly near it. Overseeing the gardens that enclosed the mansion. It was groomed and primmed to perfection. His definition of perfection.

He's been here for forever. With nothing left to do, and no interest left for anything in his heart, that's all he does lately. Stare outside. Alois's soul has long lost its beckoning scent. No longer pleasing him . . . Or appetising. Is it because he knows he has no right to it? Irritated at the thought he saunters away in fake confidence. Keen on avoiding these thoughts.

The barely audible thudding of his footsteps on the plush luxurious carpet seemed to be drowned out by the rain. Growing in intensity. It was hailing now. Odd. Slamming down onto the rooftiles as if screaming out at someone. The carpet, a deep shade of burgundy, seemed to absorb the sound, creating an almost eerie silence. But what was the strangest was a faint humming that caught his attention . . . This is his side of the servants' quarters. Hannah should know better than to be here. His brows furrow in contemplation before he moves towards the sound. With anger blooming and eating up at his chest, he strides over to the source. How dare she-

. . .

The shove to the heavy burgundy doors takes more out of him than he thought it would have. But what came next shocked him to his core. The humming . . . Wasn't coming from Hannah . . Not her. But instead . . . from you.

"Always coming and going, aren't you?" Your head turns just slightly in his direction, but without even glancing at him, you go back to brushing your hair. The once sleek handle has become a shell of what it used to be. Marred with scratches and dents, the glossy finish chipped away to reveal the steal like grey underneath. The bristles, once firm and orderly, jutted out at odd angles, Getting tangled in your hair that fell as chunks as you ran the brush through it. A few stubborn strands of hair clung to the brush, tangled and knotted, refusing to let go. Feeling uncomfortable, he swallows painfully. Watching and observing. Nothing left to say that would matter. Not anymore. Not after what he did. He has no right to say anything to you. "I thought you'd be different." You spoke once more, a raspy chuckle leaving you, "but I was wrong once more, wasn't I . . .?" He looks away. Guilt creeping up on him when you finally looked at him. Half your face withering away. "Yes, you were," he answers in a cold manner but if you listened closely. You'd hear the crack near the end. Looking back, he finally sees you.

He couldn't ignore the noise around him anymore.

The rage fading away. Letting the bitter feelings leak back into his heart. The memories rushing back to him. He killed you . . . and he doesn't want to admit it. But for once in his life . . . He regrets something.

Especially when the tears begin to pour down your cheeks as you question him, and just like he did when you were still alive. He turns on his heel. Away from you. Away from the room you died in, and he finds himself back at the window you used to admire the gardens from. Ignoring the sounds of your ghost crying to yourself. Asking why him. pleading to know why he did it . . . It doesn't matter if he answers back or not. Because you're not really here anymore, are you?

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[vicciouxs]

⠀⠀⠀⠀Hannah Doyle, 24. she / her now listening to she's a monster by exhibit decay...

⠀⠀⠀Hannah is the middle daughter of 7 siblings and they lived, with her parents, on a farm located in a small town. Her parents were extremely religious, as was the town, so Hannah grew up in a conservative, closed environment, where she didn't feel accepted. In the same way that being the middle child she felt that no one paid attention to her, she felt like a shadow or sometimes even like a ghost that you only notice when she does something wrong. In conclusion, her childhood was mostly solitary, which led to a personality that was somewhat closed and complex to access, because in the town she didn't have many friends, except for a neighbor who spoke with her out of her parents' obligation, but she didn't consider her either a friend. However, when Hannah was around 8 years old, her parents hired a maid from the church who would later become quite close with Hannah.

⠀⠀⠀Throughout her growing up Hannah showed a certain fascination with food, she loved to eat and was always hungry; but soon that hunger would turn into something more, something more twisted and deeper that she couldn't explain. Food was beginning to seem boring to her, she loved it, but it was boring, it satisfied her physically, not emotionally, and that frustrated her. How could something she loved so much make her feel so empty? Her response to that was to eat more, in the vain hope that if she was full she wouldn't feel empty. For religious reasons, her family used to practice fasting and they were very strict with food, so she had no choice but to beg the maid, Lola, for something to eat, she didn't care what it was, she just needed something else. But when her parents sent Lola away, Hannah began to feel more and more anxious, sometimes even acting aggressively toward her parents or siblings because something inside her desperately needed to eat and she couldn't control it.

⠀⠀⠀During one of the meals, one of her older sisters, Elisa, gave Hannah her food when she saw that she had even begun to trim her nails; and that's what they did day after day, during every meal, until their parents noticed. From that moment Hannah barely remembers anything, everything is blurry in her mind, she only remembers the sound of the plate crashing against the wall and her mother's screams just inches from her face. They were ashamed of her, she was clear about it and that's why they took her out of the house, so that she could reflect on her behavior; but she did everything but that.

⠀⠀⠀She wandered around the farm like a lost soul, listening to her stomach growl and her head spin, she had to eat, she needed to eat and suddenly a heavy breathing caught her attention. It came from her neighbors' farm and as if that breath was calling her, Hannah sneaked into the plot through a hole in the fence. She walked for a few minutes until she ran into a small rabbit, that was on its deathbed, perhaps because it had tried to escape and had been injured in the process, not knowing that this would cause its death. Hannah knew very well that when an animal was injured it was best to sacrifice it, so she crouched down next to it, ready to do the same thing she had seen Lola do with the chickens many times, but this time it was different. She barely remembered what happened, everything became dark when she began to feel the hot blood descending down her throat and how the small animal was losing heat between her hands. What came next were the horrified screams of her neighbors and the widening eyes of her parents; but none of that mattered to her, the important thing was that she no longer felt hungry, she was satisfied.

⠀⠀⠀Her parents didn't know what to do with her, they tried to take her to priests, use penance, punish her, they even tried to perform an exorcism on her, but nothing worked, Hannah didn't seem to regret her actions. So his last option was to put her in a convent, where her life would change forever. There she ate once a day and if she dared to escape to look for something else they punished her with lashes and even more fasting, on one occasion they even locked her up which caused her to completely embrace madness.

⠀⠀⠀She was isolated, she didn't talk to anyone, no one talked to her, the only thing that accompanied her were the voices in her head and the roar of her stomach that made more and more noise with each day that passed without eating. But as if something had heard her hunger, a young novice, who took pity on her, tried to help her, a big mistake. Her name was Sophia and she would always remember the fear she saw in her beautiful blue eyes. The young woman opened the door to give her something to eat and when she did, Hannah, who was bigger and stronger, pounced on her. She began to devour her by the throat, so that she wouldn't scream and what happened next is in black, she doesn't even remember what she did with the blood or the body, but once the door was open, Hannah escaped from there and again she felt satiated, she was no longer hungry.

⠀⠀⠀She left a note behind her, she and Sophia were lovers who had escaped together and so no one would deign to look for them beyond that horrible convent.

[mercurygray]

Okay, I miiiight have a need... how about Rescue for Benny DeMarco and anyone of your choosing? ^^

Killy, I very nearly put one of your other favorite leading ladies in this scene, but I decided it would be more fun to pick on someone else. Apologies - I also made a slight hat-tip to someone else you know very well there at the end.

Of all the guys in the 100th, why was it always his crew in trouble?

Bennie Demarco looked at the low stone wall outside the pub and the small, slight airwoman sitting there with a handkerchief held to her face. "Christ, Maggie. What was it this time?"

Maggie scowled. "He was saying something about our flying!"

"And do you have to take a swing at everyone who takes a shot at our flying!" Madre di Dio, why'd they have to give me you? You, Maggie Paquin, who hasn't yet found a fight she couldn't stay out of. It's one thing picking fights in bars if you're John Egan and you're six-one in your socks but when you're a bare five four and a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet…

"But Niamh and Hannah -"

"Niamh and Hannah were the ones hauling you out of it, Mags!"

Benny put his hands on his hips and turned around once, trying to find a spare ounce of patience somewhere in the depths of his soul. He breathed deeply and turned back around to look at her. "Lemme look at this," he said, reaching out to grab hold of her chin and turn her towards the light. "Look at you, you got a…a..split eyebrow, you got a shiner in the other eye, probably have a tooth loose…" Probably got a couple of bruises I can't see, too.

"I'm sorry, Benny."

And didn't she look it, with that handkerchief over her eye and the biggest, saddest eyes he'd ever seen, a stray kitten begging for scraps. "Yeah, you'd better be," Benny said, trying to maintain his angry demeanor. "How am I supposed to fly tomorrow knowing one of my gunners has a black eye and can't see straight? Eh?" How am I supposed to let you down into that turret if you spent tonight being a target?

"Same as you always do," Maggie offered thinly.

"No! Not same as I always do! Because we're a team, Mags. We're a team, and that means sometimes we gotta do things we don't like for the rest of the team. Like letting people insult our flying, so we're good to fly the next day." Benny looked again at her eyebrow -still bleeding, and sighed. "Doc Stover's gonna have to get you some stitches, you're still bleeding like a stuck pig. Can you stand?"

She took a deep breath and rose to her feet, testing the ground for a moment. "Yeah, I can stand."

Benny sighed - small favors. He shuffled in his pocket for his flashlight. "Come on. Let's get you home. Maybe if Luce is still on duty, she won't say too much." Lieutenant Jones would laugh about it, true enough, and talk you into Sunday, but she'd also make sure her stitches were neat and Stover didn't see anything he didn't have to.

Maggie nodded, following the beam of his flashlight, and Benny thought again of stray kittens with big eyes.

"I won't ask how the other guy looked," he offered, as gamely as he could. "I don't want to encourage you."

Maggie sniffed and he turned sideways just quick enough to catch a hint of smile. "I won't tell you he looked pretty bad."

Benny nodded and sighed. Of all the guys in the 100th, why is always me and mine?

Because you wouldn't have it any other way, Benny. You like scrappy strays, and that's just the way it is.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Soul Survivor: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: Sam begins the process of curing Dean while you sit back and watch Dean get worse before he gets better. One thing is for sure: you're going to have a lot of fun drowning his soul in pain.

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

x

You're surprised Cas isn't around to give his input. Sam called Cas and told him to make his way to the Bunker to help, but without angel wings, Cas needed to find another way to get to the Bunker. He hooked up with an angel named Hannah because if Dean is a demon, then he's going to need all the help he can get.

Hannah doesn't spend a lot of time on Earth so she is new to driving. She tried using a map to guide her back to the Bunker but ended up making a wrong turn somewhere. She and Cas are stuck on some backroads in an area they are both not familiar with. She lays the map on the hood of the car and studies it while Cas is on the other side trying not to think about how sucky he feels.

He doesn't have his grace so whatever grace he stole before is dying out. Either he needs more of it or he is going to die.

"Sorry, I missed another turn. I have no idea where the main road is." Hannah sighs. "These things are so confining and primitive." She looks up and notices Cas' hunched posture. "It's getting worse, isn't it?" He doesn't answer her so she walks around the car to face him. "Castiel, it's time we stopped avoiding the obvious. You and I both know how to fix this—both you and the situation."

"I will not slit some angel's throat and steal its grace." She opens her mouth but Cas puts a hand up to silence her. "Before you say it, we definitely are not going to beg Metatron."

"What about helping your friend? What about sending the rogue angels back to Heaven? Your preference to die for your principles is very noble but it is meaningless."

"Then you carry on."

"I am not enough!" she shouts.

"Sometimes enough is whatever you have." Cas stumbles and Hannah grabs his arm to steady him. They look into each other's eyes thoughtfully, but the moment is ruined by Cas' phone ringing. "Sam?"

"Hey, are you still coming?"

"I'm a few hours away. Is the treatment working?"

"No, not very well. I don't understand. This isn't like how it was with Crowley. Dean is in pain. I mean, he's in bad pain. It's like he's barely holding on. Cas... I might be killing him."

You walk into the library to overhear Sam's side of the conversation. Dean dying for the second time wouldn't be a worry on your shoulders, but then all you'd hear is Sam's whining about how he lost his brother. He'd do everything he can to bring you back, and you're not about that. Dean can't die. This has to work.

"It might be," Cas sighs.

"Should I stop?"

"And do what? He's not possessed. Exorcism is out of the question. The ritual of purified blood is the only treatment I know."

"Did you not hear what I just said? I could be killing my brother!"

"Sam, he's not your brother. Not now. You have to be prepared for--"

"Killing my brother, I got it," Sam sighs.

You walk right up to him and snatch the phone from his hands. Not only does he have his brother to worry about, but he has you.

"Hey, Cas, Y/N here. Listen, I really don't care if Dean lives or dies. In fact, him out of the picture would make my life much easier. However, I don't want to spend the rest of my life with Sam whining and complaining about how he lost his brother. If there is another way to save Dean, then better let us know now."

Cas is shocked to hear you speak this way. Yes, he knew Dean become a demon as soon as Metatron killed him but he didn't know about your condition. The last time he was with Sam was when you were unconscious in one of the bedrooms. To hear you say something like this when he knows you're in love with Dean is jarring.

"What's wrong with you?" is all he can say.

"Nothing is wrong with me. This is the new me. The sooner you accept it, the sooner you can move on with your life."

"Give me the fucking phone," Sam hisses and steals his phone back. You shrug and walk off to entertain yourself somewhere else. "I'm sorry about her."

"What's going on with Y/N?"

"Something happened to her, Cas. It's like all the good has been sucked out of her. Whatever made her, her isn't there anymore."

"Okay, we'll look into it when I get there. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Okay. I'll leave the entry unlocked for you. Just hurry, please."

Sam hangs up the phone and decides to check on his brother. You follow quickly with a popsicle in your hand to see what kind of drama they're going to create. Dean is slouched over in his chair with his eyes closed. If you didn't know any better, Dean is dead. Sam runs over to his brother and slaps his cheek to bring him back.

"Hey, Dean! Come on! Come back! Y/N, do something!"

"Why?" you ask and lick your popsicle.

"No," Dean whispers.

"Come back to me. Hey! Dean, are you okay?"

"Yeah, if you consider drowning in your own sweat while your blood boils 'okay'."

Dean coughs as Sam takes a step back from him.

"Look, I can't stop doing this."

"Sure you can. You just stop! There's no point in trying to bring your brother back now."

"Oh, I will bring him back and then both of us are going to bring Y/N back."

"Good luck with that," you scoff.

"Fun fact, Sammy, your guilt-ridden, weight-of-the-world bro has been MIA for quite some time now. I'm loving the new model: Lean, mean, Dean. Did you notice I tried to get as far away from you as possible? Away from your whining and your complaining. I chose the King of Hell over you! Maybe I was just tired of babysitting you or always having to yank your lame ass out of the fire since forever." Dean laughs at the pain on Sam's face. "Maybe it was the fact that my mother would still be alive if it wasn't for you. That your very existence sucked the life out of my life!"

"Ouch," you say and sit down. "Are you gonna take that, Sam?"

"This isn't my brother talking," Sam says and ignores you for now.

"You never had a brother! Just an excuse for not manning up. Guess what: I quit."

"No, you don't. You don't get to quit. We don't get to quit in this family! This family is all we have ever had!"

"Then we got nothin'."

"Would you say that to Dad?"

"Dad? Oh, there's a prize," Dean scoffs. "There's a man who brainwashed us into wasting our lives fighting his losing battle!" Sam turns away from Dean and prepares the next syringe. "Oh. Ooh. Is this you manning up?"

"This is me yanking your lame ass out of the fire." Sam turns and jams another needle full of blood into Dean's arm. "You're welcome."

Sam leaves his brother gasping in pain at the job the purified blood is doing to his body. You get up and go to follow Sam but turn at the entrance to the dungeon. 

"I hope you get cured."

"Why?" Dean coughs.

"When your pretty little soul is restored to what it was before, I'm going to have such a fun time drowning it in pain. You're gonna become my new favorite toy." You wink and suck on the popsicle. "See ya."

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[ashleyy-brown]

The Four Daughters of Darkness

ASHLEY

The first thing Ashley notices is that she feels nothing. It all feels numb and she can’t think or feel. The helicopter is silent and she can’t help but notice there are only three people in it. All she does is stare at the ground, unable to move, unable to feel. 

She almost had hope that maybe some of the others had somehow made it out, but that fantasy was long gone now.

When they get to the police station, there are a few parents waiting anxiously. Ashley knows that they are waiting for people who are dead and who are never coming back home. Still, she feels nothing. 

She feels nothing when Mike’s dad comes in demanding to see his son, only for him to get taken into a private room.

She feels nothing when Jess is ushered into the station covered in so much blood and for the first time that night, Ashley watches as Emily Davis cries. 

She feels a pang of something when Mrs Hartley runs in and speaks to an officer, begging to see her son. Still, all she can do is stare when she turns to face her, horror written on the mother's face. 

And suddenly, watching Chris’ mum collapse onto the floor, unable to hold herself up as she cries, Ashley feels everything.

It’s all too real and she suddenly can’t stop crying. She barely registers that someone is hugging her tightly because she can’t see anything. Still, Sam’s arms hold her tightly.

On the way home, Ashley feels nothing and everything and it's all so confusing and she still can’t stop crying. Her mum says nothing, unable to look at her broken daughter, knowing that these scars will never fade. 

Sam comes over a lot, although most of the time they don’t talk. They just heal, together, slowly. 

The funerals are horrible - all closed casket of course. Some didn’t even have bodies to bring home. 

Everything that Ashley used to once love is ruined, scarred by the night she just wishes she could forget. 

She tries to read a novel she was halfway through before she left - some period piece. But then one of the characters gets decapitated and she throws up.

She doesn’t read for a long time after that.

Ashley may have survived - but her soul, her heart, was still on that mountain. And she has a horrible feeling it is never coming back. 

SAM 

To put it simply, Sam is angry. So fucking angry.

Angry at Josh, for causing this whole horrible, nightmarish weekend to happen.

Angry at Mike, for sacrificing his life to save hers.

Hell, she’s even pissed off at Ashley and Emily, because how come they are here when Hannah and Beth aren’t? 

But as soon as she looks at her only two surviving friends, and how broken they are, her anger at them immediately disappears. Because how could she be angry at two girls who look so lost, who have lost just as much as she has?

Because really, she isn’t angry at any of them. She’s only angry at herself. 

Because maybe if she had paid more attention to Josh when he needed it he would have come to her for help instead of inviting everyone here. 

And if she hadn’t moved, then Mike would still be here, in the helicopter with them. 

Sam gets so frustrated during her interview because of course, no one believes her. She is so sick of the pitiful glances and sad smiles they give her as Sam tries to explain what killed all her friends. 

“Poor girl.” she overhears them say. “She’s been through so much, of course she’s making things up. It’s a coping thing.” 

She wants to scream.

Sam’s breath catches in her throat as she watches Jessica enter the room, barely conscious, barely alive, almost not believing what she is seeing.  

And she holds Ashley so tight when she finally breaks down, as if she could protect her from everything that she’s seen

“It’s okay. We’re safe now.” 

The whole night, Sam has felt like the leader. It feels as though she's aged ten years in one night. 

But when Sam’s parents run in, looking for their daughter, Sam feels like a child again. And it’s Sam’s turn to cry because it’s really over and she can go home. 

Home.

And she stays at home for weeks after that, never wanting to leave again. 

But Sam tries to celebrate her small victories. Having a shower. Cooking herself a meal. Walking to the shop on the corner shop by herself. Going to the gym again. 

Little by little, she tries to go back to the closest thing to normal that she can. 

She starts to visit Ashley a lot, because at least she understands. They have both looked death in the eye, both watched the life drain from someone. They’ve both lost their best friend and the one they love now. 

All they have now is each other. 

JESSICA

Jessica is cold, and hurt, and so so confused. 

She has no idea what’s happening when a helicopter comes and picks her up from where she’s barely standing.

But she doesn't want to sit down because it's snowing and she's only in her underwear and she's so cold.

She doesn’t say anything the whole ride back, only one thing keeps repeating in her head.

Mike, Mike, Mike, Mike.

She still remembers his broken screams as he chased after her, how he chased after her without a second thought.

She’s so tired she doesn’t even notice that there are only three people at the police station instead of 8.

They ask her questions at the station, things she can’t understand.

“Where is he? Did he make it?”

The glances the police give each other tell her everything she needs to know.

And suddenly she can't breathe or see anything.

She feels herself getting dragged out of the room before she passes out completely.

When she wakes back up, she’s in a hospital, with drips coming out of her arms. 

And she sees at the end of her bed her dad holding her mom who is silently crying and… Emily?

She tries to speak but the only sound that comes out is a hoarse cough.

And the sudden feeling of Emily Davis actually giving her a hug is the first time that Jess allows herself to feel safe.

The first thing Jess does when she gets home is cry. Just full, guttural sobs that hurt so much because so much of her is broken.

Because she’s only just looked at herself in the mirror and all she can see is scars

And suddenly her future, her dreams are crumbling in front of her.

It takes her almost a year to uncover her mirrors again.

Jess never fully learns to love, or hell, even like her body again, but in the end she feels a sense of pride surrounding it.

It shows her that she survived, and if she can survive that, then she is fairly sure she could survive anything.

EMILY

Emily refuses to believe what she has just witnessed.

She refuses to believe that Ashley really saw Chris die, because how could that stupid, sweet oaf die right in front of her? 

She refuses to believe that Mike, who pointed a gun right at her head only hours before, was left in that pile of ash that was once that haunted lodge.

How dare he die before she got to slap his stupid, perfect little face for trying to kill her? 

She, stupidly, had hope that if anyone would have gotten out, it would be Matt.

Matt, who died somewhere in those horrifying caves, died trying to save her.

Stupid, brave Matt. A debt that she will never be able to repay. 

Jessica being alive, however, was something she had not even let herself consider. 

Mike was so certain that she was dead and Emily hadn’t even given herself a chance to mourn her best friend before she saw being dragged into the station, barely moving. 

Watching her in the hospital, with so many tubes coming out of her body, Emily isn’t even sure why she was so mad at Jess to begin with.

How could she have let something as stupid as boys get in between their friendship?

Emily knew more than ever before that life was too short and cruel to hold a grudge. Not with Jess. 

The first thing Emily does when she gets home is burn her suitcase. She wants no reminders of the hell she went through. 

The clothes she was once so proud to own and flaunt are a pile of ash in her backyard. She can’t bring herself to give a single fuck. 

She kicks some dirt in the disintegrated pile before she thinks of Mike, who faced a similar fate. 

She’s not sure if she wants to kick it even more or somehow put it all back together. 

She blocks Ashley on almost everything she can think of. She is quite happy if she never has to see her face ever again.

It takes Sam gently explaining how Ashley is healing before Emily lets herself forgive her. She was just a girl as well, after all.

No time for grudges. Not with the ones who suddenly understand her more than anyone. 

No one expects Emily to be the one to reach out to all of them at the same time, least of all her. 

They were in this together, whether they liked it or not. The four daughters of darkness. 

[natureismynature]

Ok ok ok wack theory time, bare with me here-

So, we all know that the Lords in Black are children coded. They act immature, they baby-talk, they use childish nicknames, they throw tantrums, they have their favorite toys, etc etc

Maybe it's just an eldritch god trait that they all share. Maybe it's because they don't function like humans do. Maybe they've just always been Like That. Maybe that's just how they are. But what if... what if they're not? What if they're ACTUAL children? Ever think of that?

And I'm not talking about young eldritch beings new to this world and are just learning how to walk, no. I mean, what if they are actual. Human. Children. Stuck in an eldritch being's body? What if this was like an FNAF sort of situation?

And I'm not saying that they are children that transformed into eldritch gods, I'm saying the eldritch gods ALWAYS existed, but they didn't use to be Like That. They were not Wiggly, Pokey, Tinky, Blinky, and Nibbly. They were only Wiggog Y'Wrath, Pokotho, T'noy Keraxis, Bliklotep, and Nibblenephim. That is, until the souls of five children were merged with these entities.

Gonna go into more detail under the cut

Now, you might be wondering HOW this could have possibly happened then. Well, look no further than Willabella Muckwab herself. The witch in the web. Otherwise known as Wiggly's first devoted disciple.

We know that Willabella had the touch of the Gift. We know that she was the one who wrote the Black Book. We also know that she's batshit insane. That she's hungry for power. We also know that she's killed children before. How? Listen to the song 'Witch in the Web', there's a lyric there that said "Many children she has buried, their memories are mine" which very obviously means she HAS killed a lot of children.

Now circling on the fact that Willabella wrote the Black Book, if Willabella was Wiggly's first devoted disciple, then where the fuck did she learn about the Black and White in the first place? Welllll, this is where we point our fingers to none other than Webby the spider. Why, you ask? Well, what do we know about Webby?

Webby is the one who's been keeping Willabella in a web. Webby can talk to Hannah because Hannah has the touch of the Gift. Webby was the one who taught Hannah the song, the same song that implied Willabella has killed children. That means Webby was the one 'talking' in that song, meaning SHE feels responsible for the death of those children because she said, "Their memories are mine".

For all we know, Webby could have been Willabella's "imaginary friend" too, much like she is for Hannah. Because it makes sense, doesn't it? Willabella could have been just like Hannah, just a weird kid with a weird friend. But unlike Hannah, the promise of power got to Willabella's head. And once Webby stopped being useful to her, she would turn to the book filled with knowledge she gathered from Webby. She would turn to the Lords in Black.

And we know that the LiB wants to take over the world. To cross over from the Black and White and into our reality. What better way to do that than to offer them bodies to possess? Like how the Church of the Stary Children offers Nibbly pig corpses to possess during the Honey festival?

What if Willabella offered them the bodies of children? To ensure that they are young and healthy when they make their way to the land of the living.

But, since she was the first one to attempt it, what if something went wrong with the ritual? What if, in the mistake, the souls of the five children merged with the Lords in Black and transformed them into... what they are now?

What if THAT'S the reason that the LiB are so childish? Because they ARE children. They were merged with souls of innocent children who just wanted to go back home. What if the pain and the sadness and the anger that those children held against Willabella got twisted and corrupted by the darkness of the LiB that it turned into immature loathing towards the entirety of the whole world?

And maybe that's also the reason the LiB can interact with the land of the living but Webby cannot. Where the Lords in Black were given human souls, an anchor to the human world... Webby was not. Webby will forever be stuck in the mind of her chosen, but her brothers were given the power to wreck havoc wherever they want. And no matter how hard she tries, she'll never be able to stop them. No matter how hard she tries to forget, it will always be her fault.

[soul-mates-podcast]

Okay surgery recovery tier list. I added the rest of the Limbus characters, sorry if the Mahjong Soul characters rankings are dumb and stupid I don't know a lot about them (Except Kallen why didn't I know you did a Kallen episode I'm so mad I haven't watched that).

Explanations from bottom up:

Sinclair dies obviously, will be extremely embarrassed when Dante brings him back. Miyu tiny small child will make it with help of her tiny small child friends, but will have a bad time. Anju is same as Miyu but even worse cause Chunibyo. Yi Sang will be sick constantly and will be musing on pain and death for the entire duration and will fuck up his post op-med routine, but he will make it for no other reason than his desire to experience the whole thing. Kuyo is similar to Miyu, but weird demon thing will make it slightly easier. Shirogane is a fairly heathy young man, but maintaining his strange love denial thing will get in the way of his recovery a lot. Hana is just a girl, she will be fine but it will suck. Faust fairs a bit better than Yi Sang because of the network telling her the best way to recover and is generally emotionless, but it will slow her down a lot. Lin would heal fast as a dragon, but they would have to do strange stuff during the surgery to get around the dragon thing and she would NOT take her medicine. Hannah would be top of B, but her anthro nature messes up her post op-meds and it will be unpleasant for her. Fu and Kaguyahime are just normal women, they're just innocent women. Iwao is old but will have adrenochrome and infant blood pumped into his veins until he gets better, will have a longer initial hospital stay but will still recover normally. Joe "Ron" Mike Wazowski's Dad is a strong healthy man but probably doesn't deal with chronic pain well. He will recover at a normal pace but will need to take an extend leave from television. Gregor is a war vet and has had drastic surgery before but he does have weird bug blood in the bug arm and is not in his prim (which was not much better in the first place). Also he chain smokes which is going to slow things down. Outis is a war vet, very healthy and will follow her med routine down to the dot, not quite enough for A due to age though. Lily and Nanaha both have great blood flow as tall heathy women, pain will be a little bit easier to bare as they are good at putting up a face, will heal a bit faster than other people. Rodion will curse under her breath about it a lot, will bring up that she needs to recover a lot, but she would still heal fairly quickly and can power through a lot if she really needs to. Hong Lu is a strange pervert about everything and is really tough for some reason? Kallen is canonically recovers quickly and is quite tough in general. Heathcliff will bitch more than the other s tiers, but he will be just fine and can still do things fine. meursault Ryoshu actively enjoys pain and is a Ring experiment freak, will recover in no time. Ishmael is self explanatory, literally can't die nor feel pain when she doesn't feel like it and is generally pretty stoic. I can't say anything about Don Quixote without spoilers, but I have no idea where to put her.

meursault

thank you for your participation in this important experiment. you're going to be so embarrassed listening to our kallen episode, i forget literally everything about her im sorry i havent watched code geass in YEARS

[mysteriouslover1516]

IMAGINE:

Do you trust me?

The young hacker's fingers quickly typed across the keyboard, Yes. Maybe a bit too desperate, he thought, biting his lip. How could he answer her question without just putting himself out there again?

Would I have given you access to Hannah's cloud if I didn't?

But you don't me like that

Damn, MC was once again right. He barely knew anything about this mysterious girl, but somehow he felt like he did. It was as if they were supposed to meet, like their souls were coincidentally but eternally bound.

Maybe Jessy isn't the only person who felt an immediate connection with you.

Damn, Jake. What an idiot, what the heck was he doing?! He immediately berated himself, his fingers were betraying him, or was it his mind? He didn't know, but whatever it was, it wasn't safe.

Is that a compliment?

It is. I will talk to you later, MC.

Jake quickly logged off, heartbeat racing. He could feel sweat on his forehead as he wiped black, wavy hair from his eyes. Was he seriously blushing? Oh god, this was not good.

[owchie-wowchie]

How would Witch in the Web go in the Uncle Otho AU?

sorry this got me inspired

Hannah's mouth felt numb as her heart roared, eyes wide and searching around this terrifyingly empty theater she found herself in. Her hand squeezed Miss Holloway's tight, nearly crushing her fingers.

"It's ok," Miss Holloway repeated over and over again. Hannah couldn't help but read too deep into her tone, wondering if she was aggravated at having to make sure Hannah didn't mess things up again.

The two crept onto the stage and the air went suddenly quiet, warmth vanished from Hannah's palm. She whirled to the side to see Holloway gone. Her heart sank, veins turning into lead. Hannah froze to her spot, both breaths and body trembling.

Not far away, a skeleton miraculously appeared in the middle of the floor, rotted and prone, the complexly detailed hilt poking out between a few ribs. From her, she was attacked by how horrid it smelt.

Flight won out in the end and she began to simply book it for the exit but a sudden invisible force prevented her movement, stopping her like a wall. She slammed her hands against the solid air as she spotted glittering blue sludge moving across the stage floor.

Spinning around, she rested her back on the unseen wall, eyes glued to the goo. It slowly dragged onto the skeleton, wrapping around it tight. The goo grew thicker, dense and brighter by the second. It pushed the knife out of the chest, making it fall into their hand. Lines of muscles and veins and nerves materialized inside the ooze, dangling off the frame before sliding into the proper spots. Pale leather spread on the fingers, moving out towards the arms and torso.

The face was the last part to grow back, messy brown hair sprouting on the top and eyes that were voids of pure black. A gasp shot out the recently created person as a flash of light made clothes appear on them, a brightly colored, slightly 80s-esque button up and jeans. The sight dimly reminder her of Holloway, it almost felt like this thing was stealing her style.

Whoever this person was, Hannah had no clue. They looked around Lex's age, a bit younger even. A wicked smile creased the stranger's cheeks, sending a shiver down Hannah's spine.

"Well, if it isn't little Banana Foster," they said. Hannah wasn't a fan of how they knew her nickname, she tried stepping back but was still prevented from leaving.

"Hannah!" A familiar voice yelled behind her. Before Hannah could turn to confirm her thoughts, a hand wrapped around her arm, tugging her from her trap.

Miss Holloway threw Hannah behind her, glaring at the stranger. Hannah was glad Holloway wasn't staring at her like that.

"Hannah, don't worry about him. He's dead," she stated, barely hidden vitriol clear in her tone.

The stranger responded with a barking laugh, rising to their feet. "Oh, if only! I'm afraid death wasn't really a respite from where I was trapped." They pointed at her with the knife. "Y'know if I was just a bit faster, I would've gotten you."

Holloway looked at Hannah over her shoulder. "Get to the exit quick, I'll make sure they don't come after you."

"15 years!" The stranger shouted, making Hannah jump in her spot. "That's how long I was trapped in The Black with no body." They chuckled humorlessly. "Did you know that the soul can feel just as much pain as a body?"

Holloway took a deep breath and raised her fists, ready to jump on the kid at a moment's notice.

The stranger wagged the knife at her a few times. "Last time, I was just doing what I needed to survive but this time," Their face fell, a sneer appearing in the smile's place. "I just wanna see your fucking heart ripped out."

[best-tv-theme-song]

Round 1 is over, full results below!

Round 2 will start on Monday.

What are your most devastating losses this round?? Mine are Milo Murphy's Law, Gilmore Girls, That 70s Show, and Reba. (No respect around here for a single mom who works too hard who loves her kids and never stops)

Group A

The Addams Family vs. Fairy Tail

Sagwa, the Chinese Siamese Cat vs. Goosebumps

Wizards of Waverly Place (S1-3) vs. Ed, Edd n Eddy

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood vs. Only Murders in the Building

The Backyardigans vs. Downton Abbey

Naruto vs. The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy

Dexter's Laboratory vs. Kenan & Kel

Parks and Recreation vs. Jujutsu Kaisen

Danny Phantom vs. Pippi Longstocking/Pippi Långstrump

My Life as a Teenage Robot vs. My Hero Academia

Sabrina the Teenage Witch vs. Star Trek: Deep Space Nine (S4-7)

Little Einsteins vs. The Benny Hill Show

Teletubbies vs. Ted Lasso

VeggieTales vs. Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Lizzie McGuire vs. The Proud Family

Steven Universe (Original Theme) vs. The A-Team

Group B

Doctor Who (New S1-2) vs. Charlie's Angels

Thomas & Friends vs. Bob's Burgers

Community vs. The Brady Bunch

Adventure Time vs. Ever After High

Seinfeld vs. Ranma ½

Batman vs. Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Monty Python's Flying Circus vs. One Piece (2023)

Friends vs. Rocko's Modern Life

Sesame Street (S1-23) vs. Saved by the Bell

Total Drama vs. Monk

Full House vs. Winx Club (We Are the Winx)

Looney Tunes vs. Murder, She Wrote

M*A*S*H vs. South Park

Pinky and the Brain vs. Happy Days

One Day at a Time (2017) vs. The Suite Life on Deck

Pokémon (Pokémon Theme) vs. The Andy Griffith Show

Group C

Gravity Falls vs. Milo Murphy's Law

Horrible Histories vs. Leverage

Neon Genesis Evangelion vs. Chip 'n Dale: Rescue Rangers

The Simpsons vs. Samurai Jack

The Golden Girls vs. Wonder Pets!

Merlin vs. El Chavo del Ocho

Victorious vs. CSI: Miami

My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic vs. Smallville

Good Omens vs. Good Luck Charlie

House, M.D. vs. Pride and Prejudice

LazyTown vs. The Big Bang Theory

Bob the Builder vs. Wild Kratts

New Girl vs. Infinity Train

Arthur vs. I Love Lucy

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles vs. The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh

The X-Files vs. Pucca

Group D

The Fairly OddParents vs. X-Men: The Animated Series

Sherlock vs. Monster High

Spider-Man vs. Revolutionary Girl Utena

Orange Is the New Black vs. Hunter × Hunter

The Office vs. Angel: The Series

Law & Order (SVU) vs. Arcane: League of Legends

BoJack Horseman vs. Wonder Woman

Jeopardy! vs. Where in the World Is Carmen Sandiego?

The Suite Life of Zack and Cody vs. Taskmaster

Totally Spies! vs. Yellowjackets

It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia vs. Ouran High School Host Club (Japanese)

Yuri on Ice vs. Samurai Champloo

Ducktales (1987) vs. Charmed

Mister Rogers' Neighborhood vs. Shaun the Sheep

How It's Made vs. Tokyo Ghoul

Scooby-Doo, Where Are You! vs. The Emperor's New School

Group E

Kim Possible vs. Once Upon a Time

The Great British Bake Off vs. The Legend of Vox Machina

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power vs. Gilmore Girls

Animaniacs vs. Pretty Little Liars

Zoboomafoo vs. Who Wants to Be a Millionaire

The Umbrella Academy vs. The Muppet Show

WandaVision (A Newlywed Couple/Ep 1) vs. NCIS

Reading Rainbow (1983-1999) vs. Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Hannah Montana (S1-2) vs. Gilligan's Island

The Mandalorian vs. Dragon Ball Z (Cha-La Head-Cha-La)

What We Do in the Shadows vs. Inspector Gadget

Big Time Rush vs. Barney & Friends

Power Rangers (Mighty Morphin) vs. Young Justice

Futurama vs. Spy × Family

Succession vs. Bluey

iCarly vs. Code Lyoko

Group F

The Magic School Bus vs. Jackie Chan Adventures

Digimon Adventure (Butter-Fly) vs. The Last of Us

Star Trek: The Next Generation (S3-7) vs. Soul Eater

Zoey 101 vs. Xena: Warrior Princess

Dora the Explorer vs. We Bare Bears

Crazy Ex-Girlfriend vs. Carmen Sandiego (2019)

Star Trek: Enterprise (S1-2) vs. Mr. Bean

Sailor Moon (Japanese) vs. Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (S1-2) vs. Red Dwarf

Death Note vs. Phil of the Future

Yu-Gi-Oh! vs. El Chapulín Colorado

The Flintstones vs. His Dark Materials

Game of Thrones vs. Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure

The Nanny vs. Haikyu!!

Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends vs. Frasier

The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air vs. Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji

Group G

Bill Nye the Science Guy vs. The Facts of Life

George of the Jungle (1967) vs. Veronica Mars

H2O: Just Add Water (S1) vs. Star Trek: Voyager

Star Trek: The Original Series (With Vocal) vs. Hawaii Five-O

Drake & Josh vs. Fetch! with Ruff Ruffman

Puella Magi Madoka Magica vs. Cowboy Bebop (1998)

Lilo & Stitch: The Series vs. Torchwood

The Twilight Zone vs. Wander Over Yonder

Rugrats vs. Columbo

The Adventures of Jimmy Neutron, Boy Genius vs. The Walking Dead

Hey Arnold! vs. Psych

Twin Peaks vs. Voltron: Legendary Defender

Dragon Tales vs. How I Met Your Mother

Stranger Things vs. Mission: Impossible (1966)

W.I.T.C.H. vs. Daredevil

What's New, Scooby-Doo? vs. Tiny Toon Adventures

Group H

SpongeBob SquarePants vs. X-Men: Evolution

Fraggle Rock vs. Stargate SG-1

Firefly vs. Scrubs

Codename: Kids Next Door vs. Inuyasha (Change the World)

That '70s Show vs. Bear in the Big Blue House

Cheers vs. American Dragon: Jake Long

A Series of Unfortunate Events vs. Black Sails

The Powerpuff Girls vs. Darkwing Duck

That's So Raven vs. Grey's Anatomy

Ben 10 vs. JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Cyberchase vs. Reba

Malcolm in the Middle vs. Shake It Up

Teen Titans (2003) vs. Mob Psycho 100

The Owl House vs. I Dream of Jeannie

Assassination Classroom (Question) vs. Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake

Phineas and Ferb vs. Batman Beyond/Batman of the Future

[missholloween]

Trick-or-treat!

This fic is from April, and it's called "One mind, one voice, one flesh one end". It's the only think I've written for the tlt au, although this one was more Hatchetfiled focused @samuelandthesun, co-writer of the fic, hadn't read nona yet, so there were things I couldn't talk about when planning the au (no permeability of the soul sadly).

If I recall correctly, macnacross was second house, holloweane was fifth, lautski was third and holy ghost eight. Lexthan was out of this because Lex and Hannah were in a non-house planet. I would do things differently though, but this is still a solid idea.

Spoilers for Gideon the Ninth. TW for major character death and description of injuries

(also thanks again to mai for translating the first paragraph <3)

For their bones, for the decomposed flesh hanging from their predecessors’ bodies, she was not going to do what Canaan House’s bizarre mystery was showing her. She could mutilate her body, her soul, and even her fellow Houses’ ones. But she would not consent to killing her cavallier. If being a Lyctor meant giving up the only good thing left in this world, Miss Holloway refused to go through that.

“Holloway, what’s wrong? Have you figured it out? Do you know how to ascend?” Duke’s face was so full of hope it hurt her.

Holloway looked at him and smiles as she had done many other times. Duke knew when something was wrong, but he also knew that he wouldn’t be able to talk her out of whatever it was.

“We’re closer, yes, but I think I’ll need another lab more. I think the Sixth one is still–“

An explosion cut their words. Duke drew his rapier and stood between Holloway and the figure that was now in the door’s frame. Their gloomy hair was as greasy as it always was, now decorated with blood. With their cavalier’s blood.

“Duke, boy, don’t be like that. Is that how you greet a friend?”

Wilbur Cross, the necromancer of the Second House, was not the same person they had met before. Their eyes had become an unnatural blue, and they held their rapier with a dexterity they shouldn’t have. For a moment, Holloway saw the end of their hair turned blonde, although they quickly faded. Wherever MacNamara was, it wasn’t a better place.

“So, you’ve discovered it too” Holloway said, looking coldly at the person who had been able to do that to their cavalier.

“Please, John was begging on his knees for me to absorb him. He will now be a part of me forever.” Wilbur smiled cruely, did an eerie twirl, raised their sword and pointed to Holloway’s neck. Holloway raised a bone wall to stop him, but they cut through it effortlessly- Holloway barely escaped from it.

“Miss Holloway, whatever they have done, Wilbur is a lyctor already… So do the same!” Duke shouted, going towards Wilbur. “Or we won’t be able to stop them!”

Miss Holloway wasn’t willing to do it. There had to be another way to stop him. Is that what the Lord in Black had preached through the galaxy? Was that the reason they had been sent to that house? The saints couldn’t be built through blood. Their history wasn’t made of blood.

But there was no time to think. Wilbur danced between their rapier and their necromancing, attacking the couple from both sides and preventing them to move. Duke could follow the rhythm, but Holloway knew he could not last forever: thanergy was flooding through the newly created lyctor, and Holloway knew they weren’t even trying.

“Why are you playing, Holly? Don’t you think I should see your maximum potential?” Wilbur laughed maniacally just to, some seconds later, return to the perfect stand that had belonged to their partner.

Suddenly, their eyes glew.

“Oh, I get it now.” Wilbur stopped their sword, and let Duke take the lead. “I’m sorry, boy. Believe me, it’s nothing personal.”

Wilbur’s “slip” had not been anything but a trap. When Duke crossed Wilbur’s space, a bone coming from the lyctor cut through Duke’s ribcages. It didn’t take long to expand, damaging the cavalier’s intestines and lungs.

“Duke!” Holloway could barely speak through her tears. “Don’t leave. D-don’t…”

“You know what has to be done, Holly. I can help you, if you’d like.”

Wilbur held out their hand, but Holloway didn’t take it. Her hands were already inside Duke.

[velvetsainz]

for the driver asks: fernando & esteban <3

🏎️ fernando alonso: day races or night races?

🗣️ NIGHT RACESSSSS. listen, i’m american, and as an american it’s my duty to be absolute little SLUT for fireworks.

night races = fireworks = me, captivated like a goddamn caveman seeing fire for the first time

(also, they just produce some of the BEST photos/videos of the races that are just 🤌🏻)

🏎️ esteban ocon: what’s your dream team? (constructor, drivers, etc)

this is suuuch a good question. i think there are definitely historical pairings that could be interesting, but of the current grid there’s one pairing i’m itching to see:

THE PRINCES THAT WERE PROMISED

these two would be so stupidly good together. 1) certified, consummate yappers. yap is as yap does. the content is filming itself. 2) someone who can actually challenge max & is deserving of a top-team seat! yes, that was shade! 3) girl, THE DRAMA—and not just between the drivers! jos & carlos sr would be at each others throats, & their moms are occasionally unhinged. delightful & scintillating! 4) i mean their sweaty-ass, flushed, freshly-fucked podium shots speak for themselves.

i think i would keep them at red bull just given its dominance in the era that these two have driven in + the newey-led design has been especially key. i also do appreciate the “fuck you and your fucking car empire” vibes, but chr*stian h* rner can go fuck right off. (gerri is allowed to stay—as like a team mom who holds the team together with her bare manicured hands.) idk who could replace him in terms of actual managerial prowess (unfortunately), but just based on vibes cyril would be great to add here! he just has that desperation that i appreciate in a team principal.

also a no-brainer: hannah schmitz is and will forever be that bitch & would be the head of strategy.

also livery needs to be spruced up desperately bc i am so fucking bored of this one that it’s painful and they deserve something a bit more exciting and sexy. bc i said so, that’s why.

but of course they re-signed ch*co so this pairing will likely never happen & my soul is in agony over it. 😊🫶🏻

curious to know more? here’s a list of prompts, & feel free to ask away! 🏎️💨

[voraciousvore]

The Half-Blood Giant (33/51)

***Contains soft, safe, willing vore***

Chapter 33: Unrequited Love

Hunter dreamed about Hannah during the night. He was floating in the night sky, amongst stars and cosmic dust, with sweet little Hannah cradled against his chest. He brought her up to his face and gave her a small kiss. His heart sang when she reciprocated, her tiny lips contacting his own upper lip. He nuzzled and nibbled her until he found himself caressing her with his tongue. She tasted as lovely as she smelled, almost like a wild blueberry. He licked her all over like a lollipop until he couldn’t resist pulling her entirely into his mouth. He rolled her around on his tongue, feeling every curve of her body and savoring her flavor as she soaked in his saliva. She was perfectly willing as she rubbed herself against his tongue and ran her petite hands along his teeth, gums, and palate, exploring every inch of his mouth from the inside. His senses—taste, smell, feel—were highly stimulated, overflowing with luxurious pleasure. When she was ready, and his stomach begged for relief, he finally swallowed her whole. He dissolved into sensual bliss as her tiny body slid down his throat and settled into his stomach. For once, he didn’t feel so unwanted, so empty inside. He was wonderfully full, in both body and soul. 

Alas, the lovely feeling was not destined to last. Hunter woke up famished and sore. The juxtaposition between his self-indulgent, voluptuous fantasy of a dream and abhorrent reality left him cranky and bitter. He stretched out the kinks in his muscles and went to put on his uniform. He had grown again, several more feet. His ankles and wrists stuck out from cuffs too short to cover them properly, and the green fabric was stretched taut across his chest, belly, and waist. He adjusted the uncomfortable outfit as best he could and prepared for his day. 

He could barely tolerate his hunger as he trudged to the cafeteria. His dream was still fresh in his mind. He observed the tiny humans riding their bikes with obsessive focus. With some disquiet, he recalled his father engaging in the same exact behavior when he visited the school. He understood now, all too well. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to hold himself back indefinitely without cracking under the pressure. It was unnatural for him to deny himself his rightful prey.  

The giants of this realm really were quite different from him, in appearance and behavior. They didn’t seem to suffer from the same intense cravings that he did, as far as he could tell. He felt too large and awkward, with everyone so much shorter and less brawny than him, as he piled up his tray with breakfast foods, particularly meat. More and more, the other students avoided him.  

Hunter caught a glimpse of Hannah and Hector in the human section. He considered, briefly, coming over to say hi, but discarded the idea immediately. He would terrify the other humans, and he had a hunch that Hannah would not be too happy to see him, based on her behavior the prior day. As he watched Hector wrap his arm around her waist and pull her in close, a new emotion bled into his heart, dark and brutal. He was jealous. He wanted to be the one to hold Hannah, not Hector. 

He couldn’t ignore his budding feelings any longer. He was forced to acknowledge the unsavory truth: He was falling for a human. He supposed it made sense, since he was part human, that these emotions would arise in him, but he was still disgusted with himself. He was just as bad as his father, but Chester had no excuse as a pure-blooded giant. Hunter, yet again, found himself cursing his tainted bloodline. To have feelings for a human was despicable and unforgivable. 

He attempted to crush those feelings into dust as he angrily munched on his chicken and waffles, and then went to class, but he couldn’t get Hannah out of his mind. She was his first crush, and his fresh new infatuation burned bright as a star for her. Hunter had never experienced romantic love before, in his social isolation, nor the pain of unrequited love. He had not yet learned how to temper or restrain his newfound passion. He was underdeveloped in the department of emotional control, and Hannah was going to destroy him in his weakness, through no fault of her own. The developmental delay made his love all the more poignant, enhancing the inevitable suffering that would follow. 

Hunter groaned internally when he saw Principal Henderson enter the class and make his way toward him. “Hunter, I need to see you in my office again,” he informed the unruly giant teenager. With a huff, Hunter got up to follow him to his office. Both giants remained silent the whole way. Milton noted that Hunter was now at least five feet taller than him, and it had only been a day. He wondered, with significant concern, how much more the boy would grow, when he was already having so many behavioral issues. Having an oversized troubled kid at a mixed school was a recipe for disaster. 

Hunter sat down in Milton’s office, hunching over in his chair. The principal settled in on the other side of the desk and rubbed his temples with a sigh. “I’m sure you know why you’re here.” Hunter crossed his arms defensively and averted his eyes, but didn’t reply. Despite his dramatic increase in size, he felt small and shameful before the principal. 

“I’ll relate to you what I was told, but I want to hear your side of the story,” Milton continued. “The PE teacher and your fellow students claim that you refused to participate, injured another student, and then ditched class.” As Milton related these accusations, Hunter sank lower in his chair but kept his mouth stubbornly sealed, refusing to talk or meet his eyes. Milton sighed at his silence and gave him a mildly exasperated look. 

“Hunter. I want to know what you were thinking. What really happened? What was your reasoning?” His tone was gentle and sympathetic. Hunter finally glanced up. 

“I didn’t know how to play,” he mumbled. “It wasn’t like I was trying to cause trouble. But… I’ve never played any sports before. Where I’m from… I couldn’t.” 

Milton raised his eyebrows, then slowly nodded with understanding. “I see.” 

“And… the coach yelled at me, accused me of lying. And then all the students were berating me. I got upset. So I lost my temper and threw the ball at one of the students. When I realized that I had hurt him… I didn’t know what to do. I was overwhelmed. So I ran away.” Hunter hung his head. 

Milton processed this information, rubbing his chin. “I think I understand.” He sighed. “Now, Hunter. I still have to discipline you, so you’re going to have detention after school today.” Hunter didn’t react much to the news; he expected as much. “I know you were distressed in the moment. I can see how that was a difficult situation for you to be in. Yet, you can’t respond with violence. You need to learn to control your temper. Do you agree?” 

There was a pause. “Yeah, I guess,” Hunter conceded begrudgingly. He had to admit that the principal had a point and was being fair to him. 

“I’ll talk with the PE teacher and explain the situation to him. I don’t think he realized your… unique situation. Perhaps that will help.” Hunter shrugged dismissively. 

“As for you, Hunter… you have a responsibility to control yourself. If you find yourself in a situation where you are distressed or angry, or you want to hurt someone and you’re struggling to contain yourself, I want you to physically remove yourself from that situation. Come straight to me, or another adult if you don’t feel comfortable. My door is always open for you, okay?” 

“Okay,” Hunter parroted back. He looked down and picked at his sleeve, trying and failing to pull it down over his wrist. “I need new uniforms,” he remarked absently. 

“I’ll order you more,” Milton promised. “Today is Friday, so you probably won’t get them until Monday. Do you have any other concerns for me?” 

Hunter couldn’t think of anything else in the moment, so Milton dismissed him. By the time he returned to class, the period was almost over. The bell summoned him to his next class. He felt hollow inside as he walked the halls, trying to ignore the usual stares and glares and whispers. Already, his capacious belly had torn through his breakfast, and that all-too-familiar gnawing hunger was back, nipping at his innards. His mood decayed rapidly and he entered his next class with a scowl. 

He hardly made it through to lunch, since he struggled to focus when he was so hungry. He ate as much as he possibly could during the break, yet the nutrients still didn’t feel like enough. His body was like a sponge that soaked up every last drop of nourishment it came in contact with. As he demolished his plate, his sensitive nose picked up Hannah’s distinctive blueberry scent from the other side of the cafeteria, along with Hector’s more hardy scent, almost like a rich gravy. He spied the couple sitting at one of the tiny tables with their friends. He imagined grabbing the entire table and shaking it over his open mouth, dropping all the humans inside and gulping them down with a single satisfying flex of his throat. He’d save Hannah for last, perhaps. He’d eat up all her friends first, then drop her in his pocket and keep her until he was hungry again. Maybe play with her a little bit first, tease her, just for fun before he gobbled her up. 

Hunter absently rubbed his hand over his belly as he thought about what it would feel like to have living humans squirming around inside him. The gesture reminded him of his father, when he had his mother in his stomach. He was always caressing his belly so tenderly with her within, lovingly, as if the act of eating her was a form of physical intimacy. Hunter had not considered consuming humans in that way, but now he wondered, with his preoccupation with Hannah, if he could somehow make her a willing participant. With his magic, he could probably find a way to keep her alive inside him. The thought excited him, awakened his flesh far more than he anticipated. He wanted her more than anything. 

Hunter left the lunchroom to go to class. “Hey! Hunter! Over here!” a little male voice squeaked. He turned around to see a teeny speck waving at him from the floor. Hunter forgot that he shared his last class of today’s rotation with Hector. 

“Oh, it’s you.” He reached down and picked up the human teen, bike and backpack and all, and carried him in his hand. 

“Sorry I didn’t come over to say hi during breakfast or lunch,” Hector apologized. “But, uh… Hannah is deathly afraid of you. I’m not sure what’s gotten into her, considering she was willing to have lunch with you yesterday.” He shrugged. 

Hunter ruminated over his statement. Clearly, Hannah hadn’t told Hector about their meeting behind the dorm. Was she embarrassed about it? He could only speculate on the matter. “Do you think she’ll ever warm up to me?” 

“I’m working on it,” Hector answered with a friendly smile. “I think there’s hope! She just needs to become acclimated.” Hunter nodded in agreement. He regarded Hector, sitting fearlessly in his hand, oblivious to the dark rage flowing through him. The poison of jealousy still pumped through his veins when he imagined Hector hugging Hannah, holding her, kissing her, loving her… he hated every second of it. Almost enough to want to close his hand around the boy and squeeze the life out of him. 

Perhaps he could use Hector to get closer to her. Maybe, once she got to know his more gentle side, she’d grow more comfortable around him, to where she might even reciprocate his feelings. There was a chance. He just needed to play nice with Hector. With that goal in mind, he stuck his free hand in his pocket and fished out Hector’s baseball cap. 

“I forgot, I’ve had your hat since, ya know, that whole thing with the fountain,” Hunter said, handing it to Hector. 

“Aw, thanks buddy! I was wondering what happened to that!” Hector replied as he slapped the hat back on his head, pushing down his curly locks. He glowed with a genuine smile, and Hunter felt the smallest drop of regret for his manipulative thoughts. He entered the classroom and dropped off Hector on the human platform, then sat down at an adjacent giant desk. As the lesson began, he kept surreptitiously glancing down at Hector. A strange cocktail of emotions was swirling around inside him: jealousy, rage, anxiety, mixed with fondness and hope. Hunter was inclined to negative feelings, however, and before long his rage at the world was boiling over as usual. He’d find a way to win Hannah over—even if he had to steamroll everything and everyone to get there. 

Chapter 34

Chapter 1

[dadbastiandisaster]

First of all, thank you all so much for the nice reblogs on the Claude Headcanons, post, second of all

✨🌸 Hannah and the Triplets Headcanons 🌸✨

Hannah is the only Demon in the show I imagine as being very old and very powerful. She could kill Sebastian and Claude with both hands tied behind her back and it wouldn’t even be difficult for her. I also think she is a fallen Angel, unlike all the other Kuro Demons who I headcanon as humans who went to Hell

Conversely, the Triplets are all fairly young, only a couple of hundred years old, and especially individually they are fairly weak

I read on someone’s headcanons (possibly @eemoo1o-animoo) that they were one Demon broken into three, which I think is really cool, so I guess my other idea would be that they were a human soul that either as punishment or just be happenstance got broken into three

My personal headcanon is Demons can’t have kids, they just start existing, so the Triplets aren’t technically siblings, they just popped into existence in roughly the same region of Hell and have been together ever since.

Hannah saved their lives in Hell and they will now do pretty much whatever she says. They were also the first of instance of Hannah just being like ‘I’m your mum now deal with it’ (I’m electing to ignore all the weird shit about Hannah’s boobs - remember, Marie Kondo approach to canon)

She didn’t realise that what she felt for Luka was maternal love, and not hunger for his soul, and she does feel sorrow that she killed him. She had mostly taken contracts with less than pleasant humans that she was always more than happy to dispatch, so she’d never really spent much time around children.

She both wants to protect Alois from Claude for Luka’s sake, and because she felt she lost her chance to raise a child in Luka and so she sought out Alois.

She’d definitely try, but I honestly don’t know if Hannah would do a vastly better job than Claude. Other than anything else, since she barely talks to Alois, so she doesn’t really know him all that well, and he is a very different person to Luka

Also she’s approximately a bajillion years old so she definitely has 0 moral compass, even less of one than Claude or Sebastian.

The Triplets sometimes switch their partings around and pretend to be each other to fuck with Claude. Problem is, Claude doesn’t care which is which as long as things get done, so like, nobody’s winning

I think the Triplets do the ridiculous Cockney accents as a joke.

When they speak to others, they have to speak in turn. They will not speak individually. No one knows why.

Unlike sort of Claude and definitely Sebastian, Hannah has no issues reconciling her maternal feelings with her being a Demon. As previously mentioned, she is a bajillion years old and could probably kill people with her mind so she has absolutely nothing to prove. Also she has experienced all the murder and bloodshed one could ever hope to and maternal love is something relatively new to her.

Basically Hannah is mum and she’s a cool lady who can stab things and she is unfathomably old and powerful with no concept of puny human morals

Hannah is she/her and I think the Triplets are of the ‘whatever pronouns make the joke land’ persuasion.

The Triplets will obviously always side with Hannah, especially if it screws over Claude (Claude is a dick to them because he doesn’t want to deal with them and also he makes them do chores) but they really don’t have much in the way of personal stakes in the whole thing so they’re kind of just vibing

The Triplets don’t like Alois, but in an annoying younger brother way. Plus he stabbed Hannah’s eye out, so they have mild beef with him for that. It’s just as well because combined their forces of chaos would simply be too strong.

It would be cool if they were the Demons of threes, or trios. Since 3 is such a significant number, maybe it has a number, and maybe that’s why the human whose soul they were mad from was split?

Much like Claude, they do what Hannah tells them to but they’re not especially house proud.

Sebastian Michaelis, who lives at the Phantomhive manor & cleans 10,000 floors each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

Much like Claude, they just do not get why Sebastian puts so much effort in. Frankly, they think it’s weird.

They definitely fuck about when no-one’s looking

Actually entranced by light switches.

Pretended to be repelled by crosses to Alois until Hannah told them to stop.

Tldr: the Trancy Manor is chaos as well

Might make more of these at some point, but rsi is hitting to so here we are. Hope you enjoyed