#is anyone seeing my vision here or is it just me

[sheep-from-rad]

Crossover anon here

Yandere batfam vs SAGAU, you say?👀

I would very much like to hear your thoughts on it.

(Also, thank you for reminding me that SAGAU exists)

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Masterlist also welcome back Anon! Hello! SAGAU and Batfam will get along swimmingly /s. Here’s the thing: How do you think the family would react if the accidentally neglected offspring (if neglected reader) or the normal child of the family started acting suspicious, started to become more withdrawn and spent more time with video games, and started muttering about how their game is becoming self-aware? 

Did you guess it right? Yeah, it’s a trip to Doctor Leslie or better yet a trip to Auntie Harley. They are most likely to dismiss it as a psychological disturbance first because let’s be real, if Gotham is a person and then it’s that person who lives permanently in a padded cell in a mental hospital. You can never really go around the place without the 50/50 chances of you dying in broad daylight. Also loneliness is a breeding ground for anxiety, depression, and even suicidal thoughts. Your game will likely be confiscated too but to be checked if you accidentally get hacked or if the game is bugged. 

I’d like to think that the moment they realized that the game is really self-aware like what you believed, it’s already too late. The game has already transported you somewhere else in Teyvat and now you’re trapped in the SAGAU plotline. 

Here’s a mini plot bunny (it’s just a plot bunny because I want to focus on the Blood bound series [I wrote it without drafting the series’ whole storyline so now I’m scared everytime I open the doc]): 

In most SAGAU plots that I have read (at least the non Impostor AU ones), Teyvat and Abyss are almost always buddy-buddy. Like ‘if the divine creator wants us to be neutral and then we’ll be neutral’ and most of the time Celestia is forgotten. Imagine Batfam being pulled to the SAGAU plot but the one who pulls them in is Celestia. 

My lore is rusty but I know for sure Celestia will try to brainwash Batfam into thinking that Teyvat and Abyss are evil and that they are lying about your divinity to keep you in the game. Celestia will weaponize the apparent yandere tendencies!  Batfam wants you back and Celestia wants the controls back, two birds in one stone. 

Is Batfam powerless in Genshin? I say around 60/40. They can fight but when it comes to vision users they might need to upgrade their contingency documents. Not to mention that not every user uses their vision the same. They will need to study those elemental reactions too and how each element interacts. But of course, Batfam is not stupid and sooner or later they will see it through Celestia’s agenda and they will have to break away and find their own way in Teyvat. 

SAGAU will be a fun ride especially if it’s a neglected reader x Batfam who wants forgiveness and just wants a sense of  family over again. If anything, the game characters aren’t simple-minded and they know how to listen (I’m looking at Ga Ming’s lore here of how him and his father became okay again on that lantern rite), I’d like to think that if the character sensed that Batfam is being genuine and then they might even become a bridge to forgiveness. 

What if Yandere Batfam learns that the game is really self-aware before you get transported to Teyvat? Prepare for a technological lockout. Devices gone? Passwords? Changed! TV time? Limited. If you need to get homework done and then you’ll be using it with anyone’s supervision. No more isolation! If making you go out and bond with your siblings might play a role in breaking you away from the game and then they will do it. If you really need your devices, then you’ll be treated like a toddler with some apps being locked. 

All those precautions will fill them with sense of protection until a citizen comes to the GCPD reporting that an accurately dressed Dottore cosplayer was spotted working with Joker. 

[justiceforvillains]

Don't you care about the Casualties

➽ PAIRING : Vampire Bangchan x Fem Reader

➽ SUMMARY: The Kingdom maintained a fragile pact with vampires, promising no harm would come to either party—until the King's greed got the better of him. As punishment, the powerful vampire Lord Bang claims his firstborn child as his own, sealing the fate of the royal family in a cycle of vengeance and bloodshed. Twenty-four years later, Bang's son, Chan, discovers the king's daughter, Y/N, who is blissfully unaware of her family's dark history, setting the stage for a clash between human innocence and vampire vengeance.

➽ WARNINGS : Non

[Part 1]

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the forest in a golden glow, Chan crept through the dense underbrush, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and wildflowers. His dead heart almost thumped heavily in his chest, a concoction of emotions swirling within him. Anger and disgust surged as he neared the small wooden hut where supposedly Minho saw the escaped King and his family Living in, the laughter echoing like a hollow bell in the silent woods.

From the shadows, he could see her, Watching her tend to a patch of vibrant flowers, her delicate fingers brushing against the petals, lips curling into an innocent smile. She was a vision of carefree joy, utterly ignorant of the shadows that loomed closer.

But way too soon he could see that she noticed that someone was watching her with the way she kept looking around, She might not be as stupid as he thought, a jolt of recognition coursed through Chan. Those eyes—the same striking hue as the blood that cried out for vengeance—captured him momentarily.

Chan’s expression hardened, and the disgust he felt emanated like heat from his skin. How could she embody such innocence while bearing the mark of her Family's sin? He took a step back, wrestled momentarily with the turmoil inside him, when suddenly, Y/N's voice sliced through the tension.

“Anyone here?!” she called out, “You don't have to be scared!”

Chan’s lips curled into a smirk, scared? HIM of HER?!

a wicked plan igniting in the recesses of his mind. Her naivety was almost amusing; it seems she thought of him as some kind of helpless animal.

A flicker of amusement danced in his crimson eyes while a darker thought simmered just beneath the surface. How easier it would be to weave his way into her life and use her, the daughter of the king, as a pawn in his father’s revenge.

and with that he made up his mind smiling evilly as he emerged from the shadows

he stepped into the slanting rays of dusk, letting his mask of friendliness settle around his features. “I’m sorry to intrude,” he said, his voice low and laced with uncertainty. “I think I might have lost my way.”

She regarded him with a mix of caution and curiosity. “And what brings you this far into the woods?”

“I was looking for shelter,” he admitted, trying to keep his expression earnest. “I…I didn’t mean to stumble into your garden.”

As she studied him, Chan felt his heart race. He hadn't abandoned his plan for revenge, no. Instead, He will betray her just as her father did. “I’ve been wandering for far too long,” he continued, his voice trembling slightly. “I don’t have much—just the clothes on my back and… the hope that someone might help me find my way again.”

Y/N’s gaze softened slightly, and her defensive posture loosened a fraction. “Where do you want to go?”

He took a hesitant step closer. “there should be a Village here somewhere”

Y/N tilted her head slightly, her brows knitting together in thought. “There is a village not too far from here,” she said, her voice warmer now. “I can show you the way if you’d like.”

As the words fell from her lips, a flicker of triumph coursed through Chan. He had struck the right chord; the innocent girl, so eager to help, was completely unaware of the darkness he harbored within him. “That would be wonderful,” he replied, injecting a hint of sincerity into his tone.

She smiled, and with an inviting gesture, she turned toward a narrow path that meandered deeper into the woods. Chan fell into step beside her, his heart racing—not from the thrill of danger, but from the satisfaction of his calculated deceit.

“Thank you for your kindness,” he said earnestly, deliberately keeping his tone soft and appreciative. “In times like these, it’s rare to find someone willing to help a stranger.”

Y/N glanced at him, her eyes sparkling with empathy. “Well, everyone deserves a little kindness, don’t you think? Especially in these troubled times.”

As they walked, the forest around them began to change, the dense trees giving way to a clearer path. Rays of twilight filtered through the leaves, creating a dappled pattern on the ground. Chan could feel the weight of his plan pressing down on him like the thickening night air.

“So, what’s your name?” Y/N asked, breaking the silence as they emerged into a small clearing.

"Chan," he replied smoothly, allowing himself a brief smile. “And you?”

“Y/N,” she answered, her cheeks flushing slightly. It was as if just saying her name made her bloom even more in the fading light—a simplistic beauty that belied the complexity of the world around them.

As they continued walking, Chan studied her profile, the innocence still radiating off her like a protective shield. Yet he could see the shadows that haunted her family, the burdens she carried unknowingly. It made his resolve all the stronger. He would not only take his father’s revenge; he would turn this woman's world upside down.

“What made you venture out here alone?” he asked, feigning curiosity.

Y/N chuckled lightly. “I often come here to escape—to enjoy the beauty of nature. There’s something calming about being surrounded by these trees and flowers.” She paused, glancing back at her garden, now a distant memory. “And it reminds me that there’s still goodness in the world, despite everything happening beyond the forest.”

Chan’s expression darkened momentarily as her words struck a nerve. Goodness? All he saw was betrayal and greed in this kingdom, all rooted in the bloodline she belonged to. But he quickly masked his emotions, forcing a sympathetic look as he replied, “It’s a beautiful way to look at things.”

As they approached the perimeter of the village, the air was filled with the sounds of life—laughter, music, and distant chatter. It felt foreign to him, a world that seemed untouched by the vendetta he carried.

“Here we are,” Y/N announced, her excitement infectious as she pointed toward the cluster of quaint, thatched-roof houses nestled among small gardens dotted with herbs and vegetables. “This is the village. It’s small but full of wonderful people.”

“Thank you, Y/N. You’ve saved me a long trip,” he said, meaning every word and yet spinning a web of lies in the same breath.

She turned to him, a look of concern suddenly clouding her features. “You’ll be careful, won’t you? The villagers can be a bit wary of strangers.”

Chan nodded, an easy smile gracing his lips. “I promise, I’ll be mindful.”

As they reached the edge of the village, his heart raced with anticipation, the plan carefully laid in his mind. With every step he took, the weight of betrayal grew lighter, overshadowed by the promise of vengeance.

“I should go,” she said hesitantly, her gaze lingering on him. “I don’t want them to worry.”

“Wait,” he said, reaching out to gently grip her arm. “Could we not see each other again? Perhaps I could visit your garden sometime? I’d love to see it in full bloom.”

Y/N’s eyes widened with surprise but flickered with excitement. “I’d like that,” she replied softly, a blush creeping up her cheeks "I always wanted a friend!" She pulled away, leaving a spark of connection lingering in the air between them. “Be safe, Chan.”

As she turned to leave, Chan watched her vanish into the village, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He felt the thrill of the game begin anew, and the pieces of his plan slipping into place. She was just a pawn in his father’s game, He will avenge his family, even if it means destroying someone innocent along with it.

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I know it's been a long time since i posted, i don't really like this chapter tbh, i will try to keep updating tho!

[Part 1]

✦ Masterlist ✦

Taglist: @captainchrisstan @eastjonowhere @wazupitsmeh

[sturniololuvz]

Can you do one where Nate a the triplets sister get into an argument and he hits her, and she starts crying and gets scared so she runs to the triplets and can you make it so they make up

okayy!

“Lines You Don’t Cross”

Sturniolos + Nate x Sister

Y/N and Nate had argued before.

It was normal—fights happened in relationships. Usually, it was over small things, like him canceling plans last minute or her taking forever to text back. But this fight? This one was different.

They had been in his car, parked outside her house, voices rising as frustration bubbled over.

“You never listen to me!” she snapped, her arms crossing tightly over her chest.

“Because you’re always making a big deal out of nothing, Y/N!” Nate shot back, gripping the steering wheel.

“It’s not nothing! You blew me off for the third time this week, Nate! I feel like I don’t even matter to you anymore—”

“Oh my God, can you shut up for a second?!”

And then it happened.

It wasn’t a punch. It wasn’t even a full-force hit. But Nate’s hand came up too fast, too frustrated, and before she could react, his palm smacked against her arm—hard enough to sting.

Silence filled the car.

Y/N’s breath hitched. She blinked, staring at him in pure shock.

Nate looked just as stunned. His hand was still midair, eyes wide, regret flashing across his face. “Shit, Y/N, I—”

But she was already opening the car door.

Her heart pounded as she stumbled out, her vision blurred with tears. She didn’t even think—her body just moved, her legs carrying her up the front steps of her house as fast as they could.

She didn’t stop until she was inside, slamming the door behind her.

“Y/N?”

She turned at the sound of Nick’s voice, and as soon as she saw her three older brothers sitting on the couch, all their attention snapping to her, she broke.

Chris was up first. “Yo, what happened?”

She didn’t answer—just rushed straight into his arms, sobbing.

His entire body tensed. “Whoa, hey—hey, what’s wrong?”

Matt and Nick stood immediately, their faces shifting from confusion to concern.

“He—he hit me,” Y/N choked out, gripping onto Chris’s hoodie.

The room froze.

Nick’s jaw clenched. “Who?”

Matt’s face darkened. “Who?”

Chris, still holding her, felt his blood turn to ice. “It was Nate, wasn’t it?”

Y/N didn’t have to say anything. Her silence was enough.

Chris pulled away just enough to cup her face, looking her over as if making sure she wasn’t hurt worse. “Where?” he asked, voice tight.

“My arm,” she whispered, sniffling. “It wasn’t—it wasn’t hard, but—”

Nick was already grabbing his keys. “I’m gonna kill him.”

Matt was right behind him. “Me first.”

Chris didn’t move. He kept his arms wrapped protectively around her, his grip tight but comforting. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “You’re safe.”

Y/N hiccupped, nodding against his chest.

Before anyone could storm out, the front door opened.

Nate.

He looked like a wreck—his face pale, his hair a mess from running his hands through it. The second he saw Y/N, his whole body slumped. “Y/N…”

Chris didn’t let her go.

Nick stepped forward first. “You better have a good reason for being here, because right now, I don’t see a reason why I shouldn’t break your nose.”

Nate flinched, but his eyes stayed locked on Y/N. “I’m so sorry. I swear, I didn’t mean to—I wasn’t thinking, I was just frustrated, but that’s not an excuse. I should’ve never—” He exhaled sharply, his voice breaking. “Please, Y/N. I know I messed up. I’ll spend forever proving that to you if I have to.”

Chris turned to Y/N. “What do you want?”

Y/N hesitated. Her arm still stung, her heart still hurt, but… she knew Nate. She knew he wasn’t that person.

Slowly, she pulled away from Chris.

She wiped her face before looking at Nate. “You scared me,” she admitted, her voice quiet.

Nate’s eyes filled with guilt. “I know. And I hate myself for it.”

Silence stretched between them.

Finally, she took a shaky breath. “You have to promise me it’ll never happen again.”

Nate stepped closer, nodding frantically. “I swear. Never, Y/N. Not ever.”

She studied him for a moment before nodding. “Okay.”

Nick scoffed. “That’s it? He just gets to be forgiven?”

Y/N turned to her brothers. “I’m not excusing it. And if it ever happens again, you guys can kill him. But… I trust him. And I know he’ll do better.”

Nate swallowed. “I will. I promise.”

Chris sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “You’re lucky she’s more forgiving than us.”

Matt crossed his arms. “And you’re real lucky I don’t feel like hiding a body tonight.”

Nate winced. “Noted.”

Y/N exhaled deeply, feeling the tension in her chest finally ease.

And when Chris pulled her into another hug, whispering, “You still tell me if anything ever happens, okay?” she knew, no matter what, her brothers would always have her back.

[thatnightlamp]

warning: English is not my first language, I am very bad at writing in English so I will use everything I can to translate from my mother tongue to English.

You leaned against your rain-soaked car, take a deep drag on cigarette, the city stretching before you like an open wound. Nights like this, the weight of the years presses heavier on your shoulders. You’ve been chasing him for too long. Too many bodies, too many sleepless nights, too many moments staring into the abyss questioning yourself.

Konrad Curze. Night Haunter. The Boogeyman of Nostramo.

You don’t know what’s worse: the fact that no one believes he’s real, or the fact that you know he is. They call him an urban legend, a ghost story whispered in dark alleys and horror stories to scare children. A serial killer so precise, so methodical, that he leaves no evidence - only fear.

But you know better. You’ve seen his work. The crime scenes are a symphony of horror, every cut deliberate, every corpse an accusation. The media doesn’t see the pattern, but you do. It’s not random. It’s judgment. He doesn’t just kill - he punishes. Corrupt cops, abusers, untouchable criminals - every victim had it coming. Some people call him a necessary evil. You call him a monster.

And he knows you’re hunting him.

The first letter came three years ago. A single sheet of paper, crumpled and dirty, folded carelessly, slipped under your apartment door. No fingerprints. No DNA. Just a message, written in slightly shaky handwriting, the pen tip almost piercing the paper:

"You’re wasting your time. But I admire your persistence."

You should’ve stopped then. Maybe you should have walked away before he got into your head. Before you started understanding him.

Before you started dreaming about him.

The second letter came after your partner, Ronald, went missing. It wasn’t a warning, not exactly. Just another message, this time written in red:

"You should thank me."

You remember the way your stomach churned when you read it. Ronald was dirty, you knew that, he tried to flirt with you a few times and stopped after seeing you throw down a guy twice his size. But did he deserve whatever Curze did to him? And did it matter?

You clench your jaw and get in the car. There’s a lead tonight. An informant swears they saw something - someone - at an abandoned building on the west side of the city. You shouldn’t go alone, but you don’t trust anyone else with this.

The elevator is broken, of course, so you take the stairs, boots echoing against cracked concrete. The building smelled musty and moss grew everywhere, but you press on. The higher you go, the more the city lights vanish, swallowed by the dark.

And then you feel it.

That familiar prickle at the back of your neck.

He’s here.

The air is different, heavy with the weight of his presence. A shadow moves in the corner of your vision, just enough to set your pulse racing. You draw your gun, turning slowly-

"That won’t help you."

His voice is a whisper in the dark, but it cuts through you like a knife. Low, smooth, almost amused.

You don’t let yourself flinch: "Step into the light, Curze."

Silence. Then, a chuckle.

"And ruin the mystery? You have chased me this long, detective. Are you sure you want the hunt to end?"

You exhale slowly, steadying the grip on your gun. The air between you two is thick with something unspoken - dread, anticipation, maybe even fascination.

"Justice," you say, voice low. "That’s what you think you’re doing, isn’t it?"

A pause. A rustle of movement somewhere beyond the shadows.

"Justice?" His voice carries amusement, but underneath, there’s something else. "A pretty word. But tell me, detective, do you believe in it?"

You grind your teeth, scanning the darkness. "I believe in the law."

"The law~" He lets the word linger, stretching it like something fragile between his fingers. "Men in suits, selling morality to the highest bidder. How many times have you seen it fail?"

You don’t answer. Because you have seen it fail. Over and over again. Victims denied justice, murderers walking free. People like Ronald, rotting from the inside out but protected by a badge.

Curze hums, as if reading your silence. "I give them what they deserve," he says. "Do you?"

You grip your gun tighter. "You don’t get to decide that."

"And who does?" He steps closer - just enough for you to sense him, but not enough to see. "A system built on lies? A court that serves only those who pay enough? Tell me, detective… have you ever wanted to do what I do?"

The question hits too close. You have had those thoughts before - brief, fleeting moments where rage burned too hot, where you imagined pulling the trigger on the ones who got away.

But you never did.

"I’m not like you"

"Aren’t you?"

Something shifts in the air. A breeze? A trick of the light? Whatever it is, instinct kicks in. You lunge forward, boots scuffing against the cracked floor and-

But he’s already gone.

The sound of your own breath fills the space he left behind.

You curse, running down the stairs, bursting out into the night. But the streets are empty, the city swallowing him whole once again.

You should be angry. Frustrated. But all you feel is that lingering weight in your chest, his words burrowing deep where you don’t want them.

Because the worst part isn’t that he escaped.

It’s that, for a split second, you weren’t sure if you wanted to catch him.

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tag: @kit-williams

[baldurspeen69420]

I love Bloodweave as much as the next gay but purely in terms of what's funniest I think the most hilarious Gale-Astarion dynamic is Astarion genuinely shooting his shot, fumbling catastrophically, and then fuming for the next one and a half acts while trying to pretend he doesn't care

The dude straight failed to rizz up a big beautiful man who lived in a tower for a year with his cat and reads encyclopedias for fun I would throw myself into the ocean

Astarion just insanely bitter after Gale says he prefers their walks together in silence, Astarion at the tiefling party being like "God I'd love to fuck right now, just anyone EXCEPT GALE WHO SUCKS and is GROSS and BORING!!! BY THE WAY!!"

You can't tell me Astarion isn't the type of guy to send someone a text like "heyyyy I kinda like you btw haha" and when they respond "oh thats nice but im not into you like that" he just goes "ACTUALLY I WAS JOKING . . . . . . YOU'RE ACTUALLY UGLY ASF . . . can you believe you thought I was serious LMFAO" while looking like this fucking image

[esosage]

Seeing everyone talk about how this was the only universe stone and robotnik fell in love, has made me want to throw my own hat in the ring.

So hear me out here: yes, stone and robotnik were only destined to meet in this one universe. Only given this one chance. But what if, from that one universe, their love was so strong that it rippled out into others?

What if theyre compelled to meet in other universes. What if theyre pushed together; drawn to the other not because the universe wills it, but because theyve entangled eachothers fates together so much that not even the universe can seperate them now.

They were never destined to be, but theyve chosen to be, and by god they arnt going to let the universe hold them back from that now.

Because while the universe never wanted them to have a happy ending, to get that second chance, they did. And maybe that was enough.

(Tldr: they meet in every universe not because theyre meant to, but because theyre love for one another was so strong that the universe simply couldnt hold them back this time.)

[babychosen]

save a horse (ride a cowboy)

8pm, Friday. Red dress. Booth near the end of the bar, by the dart board.

She forgot how demanding the text felt, but it had only encouraged her to want to show up even more.

[murdockhawkeye]

yk i kinda wish miss chatham was in the later seasons still. like imagine if we got an episode of them visiting the retirement home

i can see it now. they lose miss chatham somehow while in there, and then end up on their own side adventures

lewis is acting like he's found his people and he's invited to the next bingo meet by a gladys. or multiple gladys's. while on the opposite end of the spectrum, rikki gets into a fight/rivalry with some old lady

and cleo and emma end up being wrangled into helping one of the seniors, only for emma to end up transforming into a mermaid and for the senior that they were helping, to see it

and then because for whatever reason this came to mind, it turns out said senior is julia's ex karl, who apparently lives at the same retirement home as miss chatham

he almost gets his camera out for old times sake, because he hasn't changed much since they were teenagers, but then miss chatham gets her tennis racket out

suffice to say. they end up walking out with pocketful of old people candy and also a bunch more lore/info from miss chatham. idk

[nightmare-chaser]

Does anyone in star wars wear glasses?

[crossbackpoke-check]

Dysprosium, Mary Soon Lee

dysprosium, AN 66, is a silvery-white rare earth metal. its name is derived from the greek dysprositos, meaning “hard to get at”, owing to the difficulty in separating and isolating this rare earth element. dysprosium is used to measure neutron flux, to fuel reactors, and to activate phosphors. terfenol-d is a magnetorestrictive alloy, meaning that it changes shape when a magnetic field is applied, and is used to manufacture underwater acoustic systems.

jason “robo” robertson, dallas stars #21 for @simmyfrobby’s nhl periodic table poems <3

[nerissalmao]

guys, can we..

..talk about this? The reddish glare on the one eye that later falls off and has a red sensor underneath?

Can we talk about this movie, period, because I really like it and Justin Pin is a horrifying idea of a character.

[lightbulb-warning]

a thing that you hang over the cot of a baby is called a "mobile"

THAT'S THE BITCH- thank youuuuu!! :D!!

92.5 calendar years ago, marcel duchamp in alexander calder's art studio, pointing at the thingy that moves: "yo this thingy that moves sure is mobile. "

[butchriptide]

moonbli amv to lower one’s eyes by nulut. is this anything.

[finalgirlsamwinchester]

characters to sit with at the pub and drink a pint together in silence

[gingerbreadmonsters]

its so important to me that you know how much ive already cried over this wip and its literally only been two days

[ruvviks]

having an idea for a game but it's miles above your skill level