#like... is it just me or is this man literally screaming

[blitzs-largest-horsiest-dildo]

MASTERMIND SPOILER WARNING.

Edit: Also, sorry for the terrible quality screen grabs, lol

I've seen a lot of amazing discourse on Mastermind, and wanted to add my own. The scene that really wrenches my heart is Blitzø fighting to get to Stolas. Trying to keep him from doing the exact same self sacrificing shit he's about to do

Here, he's literally pulling against golden chains, a metaphor we've seen before. The chains usually lead to Stolas, but now they're keeping him away from the birb. I feel like the chains are a sort of metaphor for the societal pressures surrounding their relationship. Instead of feeling like Stolas has all the power (holding the chains), Blitzø's perspective has changed, and he can see past the class difference. He can see that these pressures cause Stolas just as much harm by keeping him isolated from the love and help that found family provides.

Then the absolute instant he can, our lizard man is rushing to his birb. We can see the desperation, but most importantly, he's still unable to actually touch Stolas. Clinging to his cape (another symbol of his class/status), Blitzø literally begs Stolas not to do this, essentially to let class and systemic oppression win just this once. He loves Stolas so much that he is willing to let go of his most basic principles (stick it to the upper class/change things for the lower class) just to save him.

And when that doesn't work, he just goes feral, screaming for Stolas and fighting with every fiber of his being just to get back to the love of his life. Blitzø's desire to get back to Stolas is so powerful that hyper strong cop/security demons can barely drag him out of the courtroom. It's a completely unmasked, painfully genuine reaction.

I'm not sure what my point is other than the two idiots love eachother so damn much, and holy shit that scene wrecked me emotionally. Good Job, Spindle Horse.💖

[impperfectcritiques]

Beelzebub Redesign

Ramble/rant below

I made this design while keeping in mind some of her roles and themes of her character.

That said, I'll go over the parts of her character I HATED/sucked in general.

Her hair and tail were far too confusing for what it was meant to represent, shes supposed to be a fennec fox, bee, fly, demon, and her having lava lamp hair is cool, but steals the fennec foxes iconic tail and doesnt scream insect either. This along with the mess of hair at the front of her head just ruins the overall silhouette. The spikey mess of hair is one of the only places, outside of her snout and fingers that shit sharp and its just ew.

That said the lava lamp idea is very nice and I love me some lava lamp vibes!

Fennec foxes were chosen for her species due to hell hounds, which is odd coz theyre not canines? AND coz theyre, quoting viv, "Greedy". Thematically this is stupid, coz shes the sin of GLUTTONY.

"She cant be fat, coz its fatphobic to have the sin of gluttony be fat" I disagree, over indulgence of food is a leading factor for obesity, and that shouldnt be a controversial thing to say! Over indulgence doesnt make a person horrible, gross or evil, but thats what people who argue this point seem to try state. This along with the constant fat phobia from both Vivs shows and how Mammon is allowed to be fat, supposedly because hes a man, is horrendous.

Shes so fake and the writing tries to make it seem like shes not?? like she's toxic positivity and that isnt bad, like???

The lore with the hell hounds and bee annoys the shit out of me. Like HOW THE HELL are hell hounds the bottom of the heirachy?? Theyre the guard dogs, they are the enforcers of hells boarders, they are simply the most powerful creature, aside from the kings, they keep everyone in check, like?????

My rewrite and redesign:

Shes a horse, as stated in the image, to fit the circus theme, and to reference some play on words and quotes. Y'know, some actually smart themes. Also horses have a lot of flies around em soooo...

Shes A FAT PARTY QUEEN AND THATS WONDERFUL.

MLP inspos coz Blitz loves horses and Celestias and Lunas hair were inspos for her in the first place.

Leg fluff is a reference to bees and how they hold pollen, along with Clydesdales to further the horse theme. The texturing and colour is to hint towards her being a mass of flies. Also leg warmers for a 80s vibe.

Actual antennae, insectoid feet, larger wings. She is a shape shifting mass of flies.

Kept the colours coz orange is the colour for gluttony, and blue is a nice accent colour. Added some more dark colours too to balance out the bright and light colours.

More references to party culture, with the beads and binky!

She does pig out (like eating contexts and gets messy! wish i could over indulge like that but i'd totally vomit + i find it wasteful, but power to her!) < This is to be opposed to Vivs ver where shes hypocritically disgusted by mammon doing the same.

I think out of the sins, shes the most agreeable, along with sloth, who is the least demonic. But dont touch her food, YOU WILL DIE. But you can ask for food, she caters so well! No one in her ring goes hungry!

Cerberus would actually exist and be in charge of boarder control and the hell hounds. He gets mad at her for over feeding his denizens.

She wouldnt have that stupid human trafficking bullshit that makes no sense for her character.

Replace the hell hound who is thousands of years younger then her and literally her slave with Cerberus who is her equal and such blah blah.

Any thoughts? Feel free to share.

[sister-lucifer]

i’m about to go to bed but first can yall help me find this mobile game i haven’t seen since i was like 10?

i was waaaay too young to be playing it considering how dark it was but i didn’t realize at the time

the game has NO graphics, it’s literally just a black screen; all voice acted. you play as a blind man who’s eyes were burnt out or smth as punishment i think? idk for what or by who. you navigate by sound, there’s a scene with dripping pipes i think, and a scene where you get an audio flashback of the torture that took his sight, and i remember being fucking terrified of his screaming

please help me find this game so i know it’s not just a fever dream…..

[dragons-hoard-of-fandoms]

Matching Murder Drones Characters With HtTYD Dragons 'Cuz IDK, Man, I'm Bored and Maybe It'll Give Me Motivation to Keep Writing That AU Fic I'm Supposed to Be Working On

Uzi: Skrill

Black and purple

Bat-like

Known for being rebellious/difficult to train

Uzi would 100% choose lightning breath over firebreath if given the opportunity

N: Night Fury

Initially seems to be a scary mysterious apex predator that kills everything indiscriminately

Actually just a big friendly puppy-kitty-bat (but will still kill you if he has a reason to)

Defeated then befriended by the main protagonist which sets the entire plot in motion

Loves to draw

V: The entire Sharp Class

Pointy and shiny

Somewhat vain

Vicious but loyal to those she cares about

(This includes Nadders because the reclassification was unnecessary and stupid)

J: Screaming Death

I honestly can't really explain this one

It's just the vibes okay

Absolute Solver: Red Death

Glorified oversized parasite

Commands an army to endlessly provide it with food

More eyes than normal

Burns to death at the end

Cyn: Tormentipede

Just a silly little guy

We've never seen the real one

We will most likely never see the real one

(The Tormentipede doesn't even have an official design so I had to get the picture from here)

Sentinels: Speed Stingers

Raptors

I shouldn't need to elaborate but I will anyway

Red leader

Paralyze their victims before killing them

Flesha: Terrible Terror

They both do this

That is literally the only reason

Technically she's more befitting of a Boneknapper but Boneknappers don't do this

James and Louisa: Golden Dragon and Songwing

They're stupid

They're ugly

I hate them

[peppermintquartz]

Buck hasn't expected to see Tommy for the past eigt months and so when he opens the door to the persistent knocking, he is literally dumbstruck.

Tommy looks a mess and he smells - reeks - of alcohol. Wrinkling his nose, Buck lets him into the loft and directs him to a chair at the dining table.

"Evan!" Tommy slurs, at a volume that is way too loud. "Mished you. Mist you. Had t'... See you. Because. You're not, not real. Can't be."

"Shush," Buck scolds. He hopes baby Angie won't be roused by Tommy. She's still colicky and it's been a nightmare getting her to sleep. "Tommy, keep your voice down. Let me get you some water and you can sleep it off, okay?"

"Can't sleep! Bad dreams," Tommy confides. He leans forward and almost topples off the chair, if not for Buck's quick reflexes. "Alwayshh... Alone. Alone."

To Buck's confusion, Tommy starts crying. Before he can offer a towel or tissues, another wail starts up upstairs, thin and shrill and demanding.

Buck swears under his breath and runs up the loft to scoop Angie into his arms, rocking her against himself. His back is to the stairs as he jiggles her against his shoulder, and he almost has a heart attack when he sees Tommy at the top of the stairs in the sleeping space.

"Who's... Is that a bababy?"

"She's my baby, yes," Buck says, rubbing a hand over Angie's back as she screams bloody murder. "Hush, darling, daddy's here, it's all good, daddy's here now, we're all good..."

Tommy takes a few steps closer, his eyes wide. "Wh... When?"

"A month ago," Buck tells him, preoccupied with Angie's discomfort. There's nothing he can do but let her cry it out; from experience over the past week, giving her her pacifier will only escalate her crying. "I'm so sorry sweetie, the world is just too big and loud and horrible," Buck says to Angie. She's hiccuping while bawling. "But daddy's here, okay? Daddy's here."

When he looks at Tommy again, he finds the older man seated on the foot of the bed, mouth agape, counting on his fingers. Then he looks at Buck like he's grief-stricken.

"That's our baby!" he whisper-shouts. "Evan, you. You never said. How can you... You were pregnanant and you never said? I put a, a baby in you, I shoulda been... Oh my god. Evan I'm so sorry, you had to, you had t' go through all that alone..." Big fat tears are rolling down Tommy's face. "Daddy... Daddy's here, sweetheart, I'm so sorry, I didn't know-"

If not for his colicky baby girl, Evan would have found this misunderstanding hilarious. Her dark curls and dark blue eyes do bear a passing resemblance to Tommy, after all. Instead, he is just exhausted. "Tommy, she's not your child."

Tommy scoffs. "Y-you would never have cheated on me, you're too... Too good to do that," he drawls.

"Tommy, she can't possibly be your child-"

"-and I know we... I remember fucking you bare, you wanted, wanted it. Musta knocked you up then." He looks down at his crotch. "Wow. Good job."

Buck rolls his eyes and jiggled Angie. "I do not have the energy for this," he tells Tommy. "Take off your clothes and lie down, I'm gonna take her downstairs and see if I can walk her to sleep again."

"Lemme do that," Tommy begs.

"No, I'm not risking you losing your footing and breaking my baby's neck," Buck snaps. He pats Angie on the back and croons at her, but she only keeps crying. Buck glares at Tommy. "Take off your clothes, lie down and try to sleep. I'll explain in the morning."

"Please can I just. Hold her. Here?" Tommy holds out his arms.

Buck is not willing to relinquish Angie, even if she's a screaming, screeching demon right now. He turns her around to face Tommy, holding her carefully, Iike she is an armful of feathers that would scatter with the wind.

"You may hold her hand," Buck allows. "Tomorrow, when you're sober, I'll let you carry her."

Angie is still crying when Tommy takes her little right hand with his fingers. But the touch surprises her enough that she gulps in air and for a few blessed seconds, she is quiet.

"My baby," Tommy whispers, sounding awestruck.

Buck sighs but he can't help smiling, even when Angie's wayward hand smacks him on the side of his head. It's going to be funny in the morning. He hopes Tommy will want to be in Angie's life even when he finds out he didn't impregnate Buck.

Tommy deserves to have someone to love unconditionally.

Someone should write crack fic where Buck adopted save haven baby 9 months after break up and some months after he meets drunk Tommy, who looks at baby and like: WHY HAD YOU NOT TOLD ME YOU WERE PREGNANT?!!?!!? EVAN! WE HAVE A KID AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?!??!

Plot twist: baby actually looks as if they are bucktommy kid, but mostly mini Tommy

[amazinglyashy]

Hello 👋 is it okay to make a request (if don't ignore this)

How would the LaDs men react if the player was like Spiderman (or just a superhero and the public obviously doesn't know their identity) and like they just right out figure it out and ask them abt it and then how would they daily life be like knowing this info ?

Thanks and love your writing btw!!!!!

You have my heart framing it in a way that includes Spider-Man <333 Loved him since I was like 11 LMAO I relate to him on a scary level, so you definitely got my attention there! Thank you for the request <33 I hope you enjoy!!

LaDS men react to finding out you moonlight as a hero in secret -

Rafayel -

He's absolutely offended.

Definitely thinks its a personal attack that you didn't tell him, regardless of your actual reasons for keeping it from him.

Initially, when he figures out what's going on, he does some investigating on his own without letting you know. Lord knows he's a master at digging up dirt, and his list of connections could span the globe.

So your secret isn't safe for long. at least from him.

He'll confront you immediately, and won't tell you how he figured out the information. He doesn't care if you're puzzled or perplexed at how boldly he's coming at you over a simple "hunch", but he does care that you haven't trusted him with this information.

Does he care about what you're doing? Yes, of course. He's worried you're going to hurt yourself, or worse, without him around to help you. And he'll voice as much to you when he first talks to you about your other identity.

He'll start showing up where he knows there's a particularly bad Wanderer attack, or a general major crime from humanity's own pitfalls. Any way he can help from the shadows, he'll find it and commit.

He's got your back, whether you like it or not.

Xavier -

He can't talk, and he knows it.

He knows if he did, he'd just hear about Lumiere all over again, and that's the last thing he wants.

Mutters something jealous about it under his breath when he confronts you about your alter ego, and all you can do is stand confused until he gets past whatever it is he's gotten worked up over.

He insists on helping you with it, even as you fire back at him about how overworked he already is usually- to the brink of falling asleep almost anywhere- he's pretty persistent.

Eventually will yield to your facts and logic, but he's not going to be happy to do so.

Will complain for days in little ways.

If there's every any kind of bootleg, unofficial, fan-made merchandise of you made, he's the first to snatch it up, however. Even if he was initially grumpy about it, he's always there to help you, support you, or just... cheer for you.

And hey, maybe you and Lumiere can take center stage together, one day.

Sylus -

Literally, you couldn't keep it a secret from him even if you tried with everything you had left in you.

He knew about it long before saying anything, or you having to admit to him. Heck, he knew before he even met you. He has his ways, and he knows how to use his informants to their full extent.

Sylus doesn't mind it at all, however. He enjoys making quips to you every time you leave and he knows you're going off to save the day again.

"You know, I already know you enjoy danger, sweetie. After all, you're dating me. You don't have to keep proving it with this little super act of yours. But, I'll humor you regardless, though."

Luke and Kieran are around usually, to help you if you need it or cheer for their favorite 'hero', much to your embarrassment. Sometimes you're left with just a robotic crow screaming at you from a nearby tree, confusing bystanders.

Occasionally though, you'll get a jump-scare from seeing Sylus himself standing off to the side. A little smirk on his face when he sees your expression.

He'll jump in and help you if needed, but otherwise-

He's just happy to see you shining brightly.

Zayne -

Honestly… He's probably not surprised.

He's known you forever, and he probably knows you the best out of everyone you're close to.

He knows your secrets, your personality to a T, how you react to situations- You having an alter ego that you use to help the public is definitely lower on the list of 'things that would surprise him about you'.

He'll make a passing comment to you related to a completely separate conversation implying that he knows, and you'll just have to accept it.

Not much changes in your day to day- he trusts you, he knows you can be a bit... overzealous, when it comes to helping people, but he also knows you have a pretty good head on your shoulders.

Still, if he sees you on the news as it's live and he doesn't have a patient... he'll be in his car heading your way at the drop of a hat.

He doesn't know how much he can help you with your work, especially since it's what you're good at, not him.

But at the very least, he can be present. For aid, to jump in front of you-

Even just to cheer you on.

[soodoonimin]

AS SOON AS I READ THIS I LITERALLY SCREAMED 😭😭😭

i know Ultimate universe is a way different and this version of Logan is kind of uh pretty fucked up but again so is everyone else in this universe and this is way too familiar of a beat for this door sad old man 😭😭

I need, perfectly a cannon story but I’ll settle for a fic, where Wolvie (any version of him) is post one of these situations, he’s alone and he’s just crying. For the first time in god knows how long, he’s crying because despite all the good he does, despite how hard he tries, despite how many burdens he takes on for others, despite everything, he’s never seen as good enough and he’s just so sick of being rejected bc he’s not “good enough”.

And he’s a good five minutes into this cry when something lights up his room, an orange door looking thing, Wade steps through. Wade who’s looking for someone to help him save his world. Logan goes willingly bc what the hell, there’s nothing here for him anyway.

They basically go through the movie (obviously some things are changed because Wolvie is a little more helpful also there’s a nice helping of sexual tension bc Wade is Wade and Logan is a lonely touch starved mess) and at the end when it’s time for the big sacrifice to happen, Logan tells Wade something like “Let me go, you have a family to get back to. I have nothing.” And Wade almost lets him but he can’t and instead of that funny bit of Wade stalling he tells Wolvie through the glass, “I can’t let you sacrifice yourself for me. You’re too good to die like that.”

It’s that moments right there that he realizes that even if Wade doesn’t want him romantically after all this, it won’t be because he isn’t “good enough”. He saves Wade, they save his world together and in the end he finds his home, he finds people who love him and think he’s good enough. That he is enough and he can’t believe it took him this long to find his home but he did it, he finally did it.

[venuswarmlight]

I was hoping to request a jealous Mizu x reader, like maybe she sees reader joking around with Tenzin and she gets really jealous. Idk maybe something along those lines ig. Tbh you can do whatever really, I just want some jealous Mizu x reader stuff. Sorry if this sounds too vague😓, Anyway thank you 🩷🖤

I hope I didn’t read this too late! A lot of things happened but what matters now is that I can keep writing. Hope you enjoyed it, i did it femreader bc I assumed you wanted it that way(I ALSO DIDNT FIND A GIF FOR THIS IM SO SORRY itS BEEN MONTHS I DONT USE TUMBLR)

Warnings: nsfw at the end. Not very proofread. Taigen acting like a man in the 1600’s. BAD ENGLISH.

Notes: Reader is an archer. Idk I’ll be adding more

Jealous!Mizu x Fem!Reader.

Having a mercenary girlfriend was the best thing that happened to you, from the first time you two met until now your only work was following her like a puppy through the villages and kicking asses to the ground like the badass you were, and of course the cozy nights were you both trained your fighting skills next to a lake just to end it by making out until her hands were already in your chest, desperate for blowing off some steam. Your life next to Mizu was great, yeah, but thanks to an unfortunate serious of events you weren’t the only ones in a campfire nearby that forest lake. At least for now.

“I’ll see if there’s another rabbit out there.” Mizu got up from the snowy ground, and looked at you. “Scream if Taigen gets too nosy.” She said as she dead-stared at the man sitting next to you.

“I’ll be fine, but thank you.” You smiled at her and went back to polishing your arrows, while Taigen was doing literally anything but looking at you with curiosity.

After a few minutes you finally broke the ice between you and him, your voice as soft as a feather while you spoke “You’re staring, you know that?”

He immediately realized and turned his head to the campfire smoke, loosing himself in the front view. “I’m sorry, I’m just.. Surprised.” He answered later, hesitant.

“Of what?” Your eyebrows furrowed, and you lifted your gaze to look at him, concerned.

“Well, women like you are not usually seen in these conditions.. Much less with a man like him.” His words intrigued you, what did he meant by this? You inhaled deeply as you kept doing your work, finally storing the arrows in their respective case.

“I find myself very comfortable where I am right now, I don’t know what you m-”You were interrupted by Taigen, he turned himself getting in front of you.

“You’re too pretty to be an archer instead of living in an estate with a rich man.”

Oh. So this is what he meant. Your eyes widened and you started laughing, covering your mouth of embarrassment, honestly it was uncomfortable and out of place but you decided to take it as a compliment AND as a dare. Purposely changed the subject to avoid personal questions and scolded him, pushing him playfully. “Hey! My appearance has nothing to do with my abilities.”

Taigen chuckled, not pushing you back but being more confident with his approaching attitude. “I’m just saying the truth, you should-”

“Oh, yeah, that’s enough!” You jumped onto him, making him fall into the snow and taking him by surprise, his head bounced a bit on the ground, disoriented.

“What is wrong with you!?”

“Can’t fight a woman back? You must be shitting your pants right now, what a shame.” You spilled, sarcastically, but that dominance fell when he grabbed your hands placed in his chest and used it as a support to push you to the right, shifting positions, now his body was topping you, his hands immobilizing yours by pressing hard on your upper torso.

“Not bad.. But still not as good as me.” He proudly said, suddenly you kicked his butt with your knee from the back, making him loose his strength in your wrists, you repeated his last movement, ending again in how you started that silly fight, your giggles and laughters filled the forest’s natural sounds, and suddenly you totally forgot that Mizu could come back anytime and find you two in this compromising position.

You and Taigen struggled there for a few minutes, what he thought that would be a stupid kid’s fight turned into a challenge, even if it didn’t look like it, he started recognizing how.. Incredible you were, your smooth but hard blows, the little screams you made when you felt like you were gonna loose, now he understood.

How lucky Mizu was for having a girl like you.

You finished the fight by enlazing your fingers with an iron grip around his neck, and your other hand threatening his face with your fist, but you forgot that Taigen’s hands were still free. He grabbed your waist and managed to make you fall on your back as he stood up from the ground and made you loose your grip on his neck, his legs immobilizing yours and his hands putting your wrists above your head, his uncontrolled breathing crashing against your nose as he laughed. “Defeated.”

Before you could answer, you saw a third person kick Taigen’s body from the side, just in the ribs, making him fall to the ground, almost burning his whole body next to the campfire, you sat up quick and looked at him first, then looked up at your side, a tall figure with a dead bunny grabbed by the ears in front of you, those blue unsettling eyes staring at you with the coldest countenance. You knew right there and then she was mad as hell.

“Training without me?” Mizu got on her knees to the campfire to roast the rabbit, not caring about Taigen’s prolly broken rib (not really). You stood up to clean your clothes and sit next to her, nervous. You weren’t doing anything wrong, but still.

“We were just playing.” You excused yourself, trying to make her look at you, but no. She was ignoring you.

Instead of answering, her gaze turned out to Taigen, who was struggling to recover from that fucking kick that hurt as hell. “You’re getting too comfortable here, aren’t you?” Her tone was noticeably passive-aggressive, her grip on the roasting stick was tightening.

“That wasn’t fucking necessary! Fuck, it hurts..” He yelled, finally sitting a bit far from you two, you could feel the tension building heavier and thicker in the ambiance.

It was so uncomfortable you felt like you had to go. “I’m gonna wash my hands before eating, I won’t be long.” You got up to escape the funeral situation you were just in, but a hand grabbed yours, making you stop, you looked back with concern, Mizu was behind you with that angry gaze, sending shivers down your spine.

“It’s too dark to go alone.” She said, then looked at Taigen “Take care of the dinner, don’t screw it up.” He was about to talk but instantly shut his mouth like he knew if he talked he could end up dead.

You tried to forget her toxic behavior as you two disappeared yourselves into the woods, the moonlight making the path for both, the silence feeding your ‘I’m fucked’ thoughts and increasing more when you felt her grip on your hand tightening, she ended up dragging you to a not so far place, finally letting out your hand. The only thing you could look was her back and her little black bun.

“What was that?” She spat, aggressively turning herself and hoovering over you.

“I told you we were just playing.“You stepped back, but unconventionally bumped with a tree behind you, before you could realize, Mizu had you cornered, your chest rising and falling against hers as she looked down at you.

“It didn’t look like it.” And the jigsaw puzzles connected in your head. She was jealous.

“Are you doing this because you’re-”

”Maybe. Seeing my dove pinned down by a bald monkey it’s not funny.” Her words were sharp, you didn’t even know how to answer.

Your hand gently caressed her cheek, making her gaze softened as she looked at you. “You’re the only one in my heart.” You whispered, dragging her closer to your face, her hands traveling down your curves and grabbing your hips tightly, your heat already increasing its temperature as it mets her knee, rubbing your core tentatively.

“I still want to fuck that pretty smile outta’ you.” Her lips attacked you like an animal, making you whimper and moan against her watery mouth, her knee making you hump on it desperately and your inner thoughts begging for mercy cause’ this night was going to hit you hard and long.

[blackenedsnow]

michael myers x reader? like they’re together and they just live together lol. id love to know what your take on just living with michael is

through the mask

WARNING: None

PAIRING: Michael Myers x Reader

NOTE: Hi!! This idea immediately got my brain going, so thank you! Hope you enjoy, and sending you all the love in the world! Take care of yourself <333

SUMMARY: In a quiet moment at home, you and Michael Myers share an evening together that’s both unsettling and strangely tender.

There was something oddly calming about having Michael Myers in your living room.

Sure, most people would have screamed or fainted or bolted out of the nearest window if they saw him standing in their house. The Shape. The Boogeyman. The man who sent babysitters running for their lives and whose mask still haunted countless urban legends.

But for you? This was just… Thursday.

Michael sat on the couch in his usual blue coveralls, mask in place, and his massive frame somehow managing to look both relaxed and entirely alert. He had his nasty, dirty boots on the carpet—something you’d scolded him for a hundred times but had long since given up on.

“Y’know,” you said, standing in the doorway with a mug of tea in hand, “it wouldn’t kill you to try a hobby that doesn’t involve blades. Maybe knitting? Painting?”

Michael didn’t respond. Not that you expected him to. He just turned his head slightly in your direction, the empty black eyes of his mask fixing on you.

“Right,” you muttered, taking a sip of your tea. “Why paint when you can just… silently judge me? Very on-brand.”

You could’ve sworn his shoulders twitched.

Living with Michael was… an experience.

It was quiet. Uneasy, yes, but oddly mundane at times. The tension always lingered in the air, but you’d learned to live with it, much like someone might live with a perpetually creaky floorboard or a neighbor who mowed their lawn at 6 a.m.

Except, instead of a floorboard or an annoying neighbor, it was Michael.

Your relationship wasn’t normal by any stretch of the imagination. You weren’t even sure how it had started, exactly. One day, he just… didn’t kill you. And then he came back. Again and again, until eventually, you just sort of… accepted his presence.

And somewhere along the way, things shifted. He started staying longer. Watching TV. Sitting at your kitchen table while you cooked dinner.

The fact that you weren’t dead yet still baffled you sometimes. But here you were, alive and kicking, sharing your house with the literal embodiment of fear.

You plopped down on the other end of the couch, careful to leave some space between you and Michael. Not that you thought he’d mind if you sat closer, but you’d learned early on that he valued his personal space.

“What are you watching?” you asked, glancing at the TV.

The screen was paused on some old horror movie, one of those cheesy slasher flicks where the killer was about as subtle as a neon sign.

“Really?” you said, raising an eyebrow. “You’re watching that? Isn’t that, like, a little too meta?”

Michael didn’t answer. He just leaned forward and unpaused the movie.

You sighed, settling back into the cushions. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

The movie played on, the room quiet except for the occasional scream from the TV. Michael stayed still for most of it, but every now and then, you’d catch him tilting his head slightly, like he was analyzing the killer’s methods.

“You’re judging them, aren’t you?” you said, smirking.

He didn’t move.

“You think you could do better.”

Still no response.

“You know you could do better,” you added with a laugh.

At that, he turned his head toward you, the blank eyes of his mask locking onto yours. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, until finally, he reached over and tapped his knife against the arm of the couch. Once. Twice.

“Point taken,” you said, holding up your hands in mock surrender. “You’re the expert.”

As the credits rolled, you stretched and got up, heading toward the kitchen. “Want anything?” you called over your shoulder.

Silence.

Right. Dumb question.

You grabbed a bag of chips and wandered back into the living room to find Michael still sitting there, his knife resting on the coffee table now. He looked… calmer, somehow. Less like a predator waiting to pounce and more like someone who’d just finished a long day at work.

“Hey,” you said softly, sitting back down beside him. “You okay?”

He didn’t move for a moment, but then he turned his head ever so slightly, just enough to let you know he’d heard you.

“You don’t have to say anything,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I just… I hope you’re… happy.. here. With me.”

You weren’t sure if he understood—Michael was an enigma, a puzzle you’d long since stopped trying to solve. But for a moment, you thought you saw his shoulders relax, just the tiniest bit.

And then, in a move that shocked you more than anything else he’d ever done, he reached out and placed a hand on your knee.

It was brief—barely a second before he pulled back—but it was enough to send your heart racing.

You smiled, warmth blooming in your chest despite the ever-present fear that came with loving someone like him.

“Yeah,” you said softly, leaning back against the couch. “Me too.”

[undercoverdonderwolk]

the tribute stream truly felt like a fever dream lol he was so distressed that crane had to be like okay okayyyy chill bruh im sending the link overrrrrr!!! otherwise he’d have kept yelling WHERE WHERE WHERE like the screaming cat meme down the mic genuinely lack of self control at that moment lmaooo

stop it was literally a fever dream lmao it getting more and more hysterical and then going completely quiet he was locked the fuck IN. also just pointing out that he said 'that was very nice' after the article AND after the video i am telling that is nice is dutch man speak for i'm coughing up my insides because the sheer tenderness of it all overwhelms me

[dayas]

The Wicked brainrot is literally taking over so have these songs and lyrics from my On Repeat for some ships and characters!

Thrupple: My Love Mine All Mine by Mitski

Lyrical Highlight: “My baby here on Earth showed me what my heart was worth”/ “Nothing in the world belongs to me but my love, mine, all mine. Nothing in the world is mine for free but my love, mine, all mine, all mine.”

Gliyero: All to Yourself by Emerson Azarian.

Lyrical Highlight: “You got what I need but you’re kinda smothering” / “I know you’re capable but you’re too available” / “Yes, I love you but it’s a living hell.”

Fiyeraba: Fools Like Me by Lisa Loeb

Lyrical Highlight: “If love is blind, if love's a drug, it always is, it always was and love was surely made for fools like me” / “I did, I can, I was, I am only human, living, dying, just like any fool who ever breathed. Maybe it's the sanest thing or just the sweetest kind of dream but love was surely made for fools like me.”

Gelphie: The Black Dog by Taylor Swift

Lyrical Highlight: “That was intertwined in the tragic fabric of our dreaming, ‘cause tail between your legs, you're leaving. I still can't believe it, ‘cause old habits die screaming.”

Galinda: Taste by Sabrina Carpenter

Lyrical Highlight: “If you want forever, I bet you do, just know you’ll taste me too.”

Elphaba: Hurt Feelings by Halsey

Lyrical Highlight: “And in a few years I will leave, but I'll perpetually believe that any man who says he loves me is hiding something up his sleeve” / “Wash me in the water, you can cut off all of my hair and I'll be changing like the weather but I'll never be like him” / “'Cause blood is thick but water is forever and I'm stiffer than a board, lighter than a feather. And that girl will be a problem only if you let her, and I left her back home but I cannot forget her.”

Fiyero: Sweet Delusion by Bella Poarch

Lyrical Highlight: “It's a fantasy, better than being alone. Keep me company, don't you ever let go. Lose my sanity and get lost in the smoke, ‘cause reality is inevitable.”

[toastandersmith]

journaling supernatural related bullshit? hold on *grabs my own notebook*

here we go: join me in my attempts to make a note of every gay (homophobic) joke in supernatural, figuring out whatever the plot of season 7 was (I was told it was the "turducken arc" and thought I could guess what that meant [incorrect]), and whether Crowley and Cas were actually just straight up fucking towards the end of season 6 because oh boy did they milk that running joke to death

Jensen Ackles confuses me

"subject" a friend and fellow test subject I was watching with (the study being the psychological effectsof watching supernatural of course)

"mom" is my mom

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[page 1]

so the episode where Dean is autistic about cowboys:

I honestly felt sad about him being the button of the joke

"would send him a scotch but he's dead" -subject

"I favor the eternal Tuesday afternoon of an autistic man who died in the bathtub in 1953" -Cas

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9/22/24

06.19

"It's not like Cas lives in my ass... Cas get out of my ass!"

"I was never in y--"

keep depowering Cas so he doesn't ruin monster of the week eps

Cas is cheating on Dean

"Crowley and Bobby are married" -subject

Okay. what the fuck was going on between Cas and Crowley in the season 6 finale? It's really not a joke anymore. How many times can you make a joke before it's not a joke anymore?

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Crowley makes a deal with Cas. For consistency's sake we must assumed they kissed at least, but we also know that some deals can only be sealed with sex--is the kiss a formality?

Balthazar calls it a marriage

they get really close

after Crowley pokes eve's brain "Chocula here felt every tickle [...] apart from the obvious erotica value, you got me."

DEAN (to SAM) this makes you Lois lane

"a whore is a whore is a whore" -Crowley

"Have you forgotten you're the bottom in this relationship" -Crowley

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9/25/24

Season 7 is so fucked

Godstiel is indifferent to sexual orientation "utterly indifferent to sexual orientation" that's--progress

So I did not guess it was borax. but I swear I've heard it somewhere. do not know--but borax killing monsters is too familiar. far too familiar.

So... the turducken arc. That was the most severe mood whiplash I've been through no doubt. I screamed. It's here, I thought. The turducken arc. It's worse. Worse than I expected. how.

when I heard the words "turducken arc," I first imagined a couple things.

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haunted turducken. simple, literal.

an arc inside an arc inside an arc. metaphorical, perhaps working from the inside out.

a guy inside another guy etc. maybe a demon. demon turducken.

gets it's name from someone on the show comparing them to a turducken.

some weird hell torture. in between figurative & literal

ultimately I thought it was a metaphor or at least a comparison. Dean being stoned from turducken was just so heartwarming. This episode is perfect.

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actually: the biblical monster that can only be killed by borax possesses a megacorporation CEO who makes turducken sandwiches filled with oobleck to mind control the population.

"or are you strictly into dick now" -Sam

"they did it again" (be gay) -mom

that castiel autism goes crazy…

[paperlovesadness]

Sometimes I feel like I'm just psychotic, connecting all these red threads on my mind's wall (and maybe I am).

But... But... Tell me you don't see it too.

[generalsdiary]

drunk alhaitham who yaps about the improvements the sumeru education system should make & kaveh, also drunk, attentively listening- the literal most beautiful man in whole of sumeru, with sparkly red eyes, messy blond hair, and a soft blush across his cheeks, with his full attention on the autistic scribe. flustering alhaitham to the point he stops mid sentence, averting his eyes, "oh fuck."

[aroaceleovaldez]

Nico and Percy's dynamic through the series is eternally funny to me, because it's just. like.

Percy's having a constant mental struggle between his fatal flaw of loyalty with a promise he made to Bianca to protect Nico, versus his Big 3 kid desire to maim other Big 3 kids / Poseidon descendant urge to totally maim Nico specifically. He hates Nico so so much. He thinks Nico's annoying and weird at best, and creepy/sketchy when he's older. The only positive thoughts Percy has towards Nico are "He's Bianca's brother and Bianca was my friend and I owe her/He's Hazel's brother and Hazel is my friend and would kill me if I was mean to him," "He's a powerful asset and useful ally (if questionable)," and "He's kinda pathetic and I feel maybe a little bad about it." Percy has multiple occasions throughout the series where he strongly considers - and on one occasionally actually goes through with - throttling Nico.

Meanwhile, Nico is following around Percy like a lost puppy. He explicitly can never bring himself to even dislike anything about Percy no matter how hard he tries. He has a whole bit in BoO where he's mentally going "UGH he's so stupid BUT IT'S ENDEARING HOW DARE HE." He's totally smitten. He's making deals with his dad for Percy. He's making convoluted plans to help Percy stand a chance against Kronos. During the entirety of BoTL it's like he's playing tsundere - "I'm helping NOT PERCY SPECIFICALLY with this quest! Me helping Percy would be SILLY because I DEFINITELY HATE HIM." Then he proceeds to show up to Percy's birthday party to basically ask him on a weird date and spend the entire next book scrambling around trying to help him or protect him or impress him. And Percy could not give less of a shit.

Just. That dynamic is so funny to me. Percy is the founder of the Nico Protection Club in that he's the one they're all protecting Nico from and meanwhile Nico is throwing himself at Percy to the point where the literal god of gay love calls him out on it.

[apocalyptic-byler]

and if i said byler’s first kiss deserves as much passion as jancy’s first kiss then what