#oh but of course anyone actually doing something is crazy and extreme

[trans-yllz]

it's so insane to me how much of a non issue climate change and habitat destruction is to most people. like even ppl who "believe in it" will call climate activists crazy and dramatic or think of it as a topic of least importance in their politics. like girl our fucking house is on fire and everyone inside is dying can we get a little more urgency from you

[kaivenom]

Can you do OP dilfs get jumpscared by their s/o. Like they manage to actually jumpscare them. Whether a little or a lot or how they do it is up to you

One Piece Dilfs getting jumpscared by their s/o HCS

Characters: Mihawk, Doflamingo, Crocodile, Smoker,Shanks.

A/N: lately, all you people are getting really creative with the requests and i am loving it.

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Dracule Mihawk

You were tired of being jumpscared by him, you already asked him to do some noise when he enters a room but he still doesn't do it.

So you were determined to give him a taste of his own medicine.

He came back from a trip so he would expect to be welcomed by you but it wasn't.

You even set some previous traps to mislead him, your strategy was perfect.

When you came from behind one of the warrior monkeys (yes, you had to do a make a deal with them, it was worth it) and you jumped around him.

He didn't yell nor make a sound, but he jumped and became paralized, his eyes were wide open with fear.

"Jajaja, i got you."

He turned around with his and on the heart and heavy breaths.

"Please, don't do that again."

"Now you know how it feels like."

Donquixote Doflamingo

He challenged you and you of course accepted.

You tried multiple times and failed eveyone of them.

"I am sorry for you darling."

"Yeah, i should take this as a defeat." you said while crawling to his lap.

"Yeah, you should..."

And then the last and desperate part of your plan finally succeed, you placed a big fake spider on his shoulder and he screamed while trying to take it off.

After he realized it was your fault, he started to laugh like a maniac.

"My god, you got me there, jajjaja, you managed to scare me..."

Suddently his laugh stopped and he approached you with a mischiveous smile.

"Now you will get your prize, or more like your punishment."

Sr. Crocodile

It was a prank that you decided to do while he was on the office, more like a little surprise.

You made the secretary move the box in which you were to Crocodile's office.

When you heard him enter you came out with a confetti gun, you wanted to be like those movie girls.

Instead he put his hand on his heart and started to say a lot of swear words, you never saw him like that.

"Out."

You couldn't argue and went out of his office, really sad.

A couple of minutes later he went to your side and maked a fuss to you, then he kissed you for trying to surprise him.

Smoker

He doesn't expect you to jumpscare him so it's really easy in fact.

You on your part, wanted to do scare him, no doubt about it.

Since he got a little bratty with you on work, you decided to get payback.

You set the vibe of the house, really creepy and dark, of course he isn't scared at first.

Then you decided to go on with the extreme part of it, the jumpscares.

A fake snake hanging on the door to mislead him and then you with a mask.

You appeared behind him and when he saw you, he yelled something between a scream and a yell and formed a smoke cloud around you.

"Son of a b... honey?" you were slamed against the wall and your whole body hurt.

"This happens to you for doing stupid and crazy ideas..." he exhaled, "i am so sorry for hitting you."

"At least we know your reflexes are on point." he kissed the pain away.

Akagami Shanks

You are in fact, really noiseless so when you two first moved in together, you tried to have than in mind.

Always knocking before entering or simplu doing noises with your foot to not scare anyone on the ship.

But after a week, you were on the cellar of the ship, doing some inventory, nothing to much.

Shanks entered, probably to open a bottle.

He started to wander around the shelves, you didn't notice his pressence at first.

Then you do, cause he is the noisy one, and went to meet him.

You thought that it would be cute to hug him from behind, but...

"Oh my god, a ghost on the ship!!!!" he got scared of your touch, jumped, screamed that and almost fainted.

You don't know how that happened since he had haki, but he almost had a hear attack and you felt really bad.

[pannman]

Valentines Day Off

Queer platonic Alastor x Reader

Summary: reader detests Valentines day but it seems everyone around them is obsessed with it... well almost everyone

Cw: Alastor being sadistic, reader hating Valentines day, Alastor showing genuine emotions, suggestive stuff regarding Angel Dust and his "activities"

You were never into romance. It felt like everyone around you had some kind of disease and you were somehow immune. It drove you crazy how love made people act so stupid. So that being said Valentines day was the worst. Even in hell Valentines fever spread around like a virus. Angel was particularly busy with work this time of year from filming a Valentines day porno special and from taking on a multitude of "lonely single clients". Kinda sad that Valentines day makes single people so extra lonely that they feel the need to HIRE company. Charlie and Vaggie were extremely affectionate towards each other lately.

Charlie was very excited to be hosting a Valentines day dance at the hotel. What was this? Highschool? You sure as hell weren't gonna be there watching everybody either cling to their partners like velcro or whine about wishing they had a partner. At least that's what you tried to say until Vaggie made it very clear that Charlie worked very hard on this event and EVERYONE would be attending. Whether they like it or not. Angel tried to argue he would be far too "busy" on Valentines day. But Vaggie insisted he at least stop by for an hour. To which he agreed. Reluctantly. Husk was not the most romantic guy as well. But he seemed a little more dazed and upbeat lately. It seemed as though it was worse when he was talking to Ange- oh no...

Your sudden realization that your no romance buddy this evening was actually head over heels in love felt like a gut punch. You tried to find someone. ANYONE who wasn't affected by this stupid holiday. Lucifer was single. But you walked in on him crying while drinking wine and looking at a picture of Lilith and got the feeling he didn't want to be bothered. "What? What do you need help with?" He said trying VERY hard to pretend like nothing just happened

"Ugghhh.... nothing!" You awkwardly walked back out. There had to be SOMEONE! you decided to just dawn your best party clothes and get it over with. The party was filled with pink and red decorations. And there was a chocolate fountain. As well as a charcuterie board covered in cheese, crackers, fruit, veggies, and salami. Well the snack table might need to some company tonight, you thought. You headed on over and began to stuff your face.

"Eating our crippling loneliness away are we?" You almost choked on the Swiss cheese and pepper jack flavored crackers in your throat when you were startled by Alastor clearly trying to get a rise out of you. Though it wasn't working. "No, I'm just not a big fan of Valentines day. People act so dumb today" you replied nonchalantly. Alastor grinned at you eyes narrowing as if trying to detect some sort of lie. "I find it quite entertaining myself. Fools tormenting themselves every year over something as trivial as relationship status especially today" he laughed maliciously. Of course Alastor got sick pleasure out of people who were particularly miserable on Valentines day.

And he came here to make YOU miserable. Maybe you can give him a little taste of his own medicine. "Pretty hypocritical for someone who's clearly alone tonight. Where's YOUR special someone?" You tried to turn it around on him but he seemed unfazed. "I'm afraid those particular activities and relationships do not interest me. I've never been a fan of this holiday. Aside from the perks of watching the loneliest of sinners suffer." Alastor seemed to have the same opinions as you (Other than enjoying the suffering of others) and you felt a little better knowing that.

"I don't like this holiday much either. I really didn't want to come to this party. Although the food is good" you admitted. You noticed a slight change in Alastor's expression even with his gigantic smile making it hard to tell. "I have an idea. Why don't you and I ditch this party and take the rest of the night off. I know a restaurant that has even better food than this" he suggested.

You weren’t sure going to a restaurant with HIM was a good idea. "It's-it's not people in the food is it?" You asked him nervously. Alastor laughed "Ha! Of course not! It's far from Cannibal Town. It's a quaint little diner that happens to make the best southern comfort food in the pentagram" he seemed to find your unease amusing but you didn't sense he was being dishonest about the food. And to be honest it sounded delicious right now. Far better than munching on little horderves.

"But what about Charlie and Vaggie?" You asked with concern. "They'll be fine! They have plenty of party guests to attend to. They might not even notice we're missing. Enjoy yourself now and deal with the consequences later. That's what I always say" he joked. "I've never heard you say that once" you said unamused but continued "but, sure! Let's go!" And with a snap of his fingers you were outside a cute little diner named "Honey's Homecooking". The place was dead. Two waitresses and a chef in the back. One or two regulars and that was it. You stepped inside and could smell the food already

You and Alastor sat at a booth and a lady (who seemed to know Alastor) came by and handed you both a menu. "Hello Alastor" she said sweetly. "Hello Honey! I'm here with my good friend y/n! I'll take a black coffee to start"

You scanned the drinks on the menu for a second before ordering. "I'll take a coffee as well two sugars, one cream" it was late to be drinking coffee but you wanted to mirror Alastor for some reason. "Coming right up! Have a look at those menus and let me know if you're ready to order when I come back" she winked and walked off

"So that must be the lady who owns this place. Either that you two are together" you teased. Alastor tilted his head in confusion. He didn't get your joke?!? Alastor took a minute before suddenly realizing what you were referring to. "Oh! Haha! Of course not! Yes that's Honey! She's the genius behind this beautiful place." He spoke about the diner so fondly.

"I'm surprised this place isn't packed. It's Valentines day." You pointed out. "Of course it's a small scale place not many know about." He responded. "Can't you advertise this place on your radio show? I'm sure people would flood in if they knew the infamous radio demon ate here?" You questioned him. "And ruin the atmosphere?!? Never! I like this place JUST the way it is. I'm from the south you know. This place. It reminds me a lot of my home" you were quite shocked he was sharing so much with you. You decided to open up to him a little as well. "I wish I had place like this. I didn't have the best home life so I don't really get that feeling." He seemed intrigued by your sudden admission.

"I'm sorry to hear that" he said with... what sounded like genuine sympathy. WHO WAS THIS GUY?!? Was this the same guy getting off on watching people suffer? "Not to sound rude but like... you seem different today" you said wondering if it was too bold. "You are quite right, I get a little off on this Holiday... it's not that I crave a romance. It's more that I find myself being the only one who doesn't and that in itself is sort of lonely" he admitted.

"Yeah, I tend to feel that way too..." You never expected to have this much in common with Alastor. Honey then came by and took your orders. Alastor wanted the jambalaya and you ordered the southern fried chicken. You continued to talk about your mutual disdain for the holiday and your favorite foods. Honey brought you up your meals and Alastor did not oversell it. It was delicious

You tried to pay for own meal but Alastor insisted. "Well I believe we've been missing in action for long enough. Let's get back to the party" Alastor said as he paid the bill and tipped quite generously.

Pretty soon you were back at the party and although it was as dull as it was before you still considered it a nice evening. You returned to your bedroom tired and ready to call it day when you noticed a fancy envelope on your bed.

"A love letter?" You opened it a bit confused.

"Dearest y/n, I had a great time with you on our Valentines day off. I think Honey likes you as well. It was quite nice to share that special place of mine with someone. I look foward to next year.

-Sincerely Alastor"

[gojos-thot-patrol]

I know Sukuna is already kind of yandere but do you have any jjk dude yandere HCs?

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE. TURN IT UUUPP!!

Now Presenting...

Starring: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, and Ryomen Sukuna

Satoru Gojo

Yandere Gojo is the type of Yandere to be in heavy denial of it

No, he's not obsessed with his darling! Don't be absurd!

He just feels an unbridled rage whenever he sees them talking to anyone else. He just feels the overwhelming need to protect them. He just doesn't want anyone else to ever touch them ever. He's not obsessed

He's the jealous type. Don't let him catch you flirting with someone else, he'll send their head back to their family as the centerpiece of a floral arrangement 

But, he's also extremely good at hiding all of this. You think he's just a normal kinda goofy guy. 

He invites you to stay the night for one night . Then asks you again. And again. And eventually, he stops asking

Hey, isn't it weird he knew what shampoo you use without having to ask? Crazy

Gojo is the type that just wants his darling's love and affection. He's willing to do anything to get it.

You don't even realize you're his captive tbh. You find it a little weird that he's literally always by your side and won't let you go out alone. But that's normal relationship stuff, right?

The only way to make him hurt you is by trying to leave him. At that point, you've lost leg privileges.

And of course he's crying and apologetic, begging you to forgive him after. But like, he still broke your fuckin legs 

And you notice that the front door has a padlock on it now. One you don't have the key to. Door has a lot of locks now actually. And your phone is missing. Oh no.

He still swears he's not obsessed btw. He's just protective 

So protective his own son (Megumi) can't even be around you. In fact, he doesn't even know about you. 

 In conclusion: there are worse yanderes, but I sincerely hope your legs recover well

Suguru Geto

Is crazy and he knows it.

He knows he doesn't feel love the way a "normal" person does. He feels obsession. And honestly, he's ok with that! 

You're the first person to take his obsession to this level though. He's never felt anything this strongly. How exciting!

Suguru is the type of yandere to kill your SO and frame your best friend. Fuck all of those who are close to you, he hates them. He wants to be the only shoulder you cry on.

He doesn't try to hide the fact he's kidnapping you either 

You try to leave after spending the night with him ONCE and he's just like "Where do you think you're going Darling?"

You have no rights. You're not leaving his house, with or without him. 

He’s jealous to the point that the thought of another guy even seeing you makes his skin crawl, no you can’t go to walmart!

The scary part is that he knows what he’s doing isn’t ok. He knows it’s not normal, he knows it won’t earn your love. Quite the contrary, he knows it only earns him your ire. But, he doesn’t care.

He just wants to be close to you. He doesn’t need you to love him. If you do get Stockholm Syndrome that's great but it’s not his end goal. 

His end goal is to possess you. Which, he now does! Score! Everything else is just a bonus

All of that being said, as long as you stay in his good graces, he would want you to be comfortable. He doesn’t cherish the thought of you being sad (unless you piss him off) so he does spoil you just a bit.

Like, you’re not getting electronics or anything (beyond maybe a tv) but he would make your favorite foods, or make sure you have a comfy bed and nice clothes ect.

Again, all of that is contingent on you being a good little darling for him. Act out and he has no problem putting you in your place. (he’s not nearly as bad as Sukuna though..)

In conclusion: We’ll miss you bestie

Kento Nanami

The term “casually obsessed” comes to mind

It’s little things he does. Like leaning in a little too close when he helps you with something on your computer, or looking a little bit too agitated when you start talking about your new SO.

He’s not going to dirty his own hands to get rid of your other romantic interests. Who do you think he is, Gojo? Nay nay. 

He has other, arguably more violent, ways to make people he doesn’t like go away. Not that you would ever know.

To you Nanami is gentle and kind, if not a little bit over protective. To everyone else, he’s a cold asshole who's not above passive aggressive insults. 

Even when he eventually kidnaps you, he manages to use an injury as an excuse to get you to come stay with him. So he can take care of you! No other reasons, obviously. 

But, even after the injury heals it seems he always has another excuse as to why you can’t go. There’s always another threat, some danger only he can protect you from. 

He talks so rationally and calmly it’s hard to think of anything he says as anything other than fact. You also start to get anxious to leave without him. He’s filled your mind with all the horrible things the world has instore for you, you don’t want to be in the world anymore. That’s when he knows he’s won.

Nanami isn’t going to hurt you, ever. But, he will give you the silent treatment. Or quietly take away your comforts that he’s allowed you. Or, if you really fucked up, threaten to kick you out. And just how long do you think you’ll last without him?

Genuinely Nanami is so good at this whole manipulation thing, he doesn’t have to worry about you trying to escape. Why would you? The world is scary and wants to hurt you. Need proof? Look at your previous injury.

Nanami has made your mind a waking hell where he is the only bastion of hope. A prison where his conjugal visits are the only thing keeping you going. You’re actually more anxious when you can’t see him because what if something happens? He can’t save you.

For this reason alone Nanami is the scariest/most fucked up Yandere here cause HOMIE. HE TOOK YOUR FUCKING MIND AWAY FROM YOU, LIKE, WHAT-

Imagine having Kento Nanami fuck you up so bad you’re cool with being kidnapped. Couldn't be me. 

….That’s a lie it could definitely be me.

In conclusion: He took a perfectly good darling and gave em anxiety!

Ryomen Sukuna

Can you hear it, Reader? Can you hear the maniacal laughter? This man is a demon. Literally. 

Sukuna is not as self aware as Geto is, he thinks his obsession is love and he defines love as possession. He needs to own you. The universe would feel deeply wrong and disjointed to him until he has you locked away in his temple with a pretty collar around your neck. I’m so serious. 

The other guys like, wait for a reasonable time to kidnap you, or for a convenient excuse to get you to their house. Ryomen finds that pathetic. The moment he comes to terms with his feelings for you, he’s grabbing you. Doesn’t matter if it's in the middle of the day with 1000 witnesses and you’re kicking and screaming, to the temple with you.

This is probably around the time you find out why your dating life has been so, well…bloody. He’s been slaughtering them. Look! He even used their bones to make a throne for you, just like his! He is so good at this boyfriend thing.

Why was he killing them before he even was fully aware he wanted you? For fun. Duh. What else would he do with his Saturday nights?

Genuinely is a little confused when you don’t love him. Did he fuck up the courting ritual or something? He’s unbothered by it though. He doesn’t need you to love him, right now. You’d learn with time, one way or another. 

I should say Yandere Sukuna als views love as devotion. It’s why he does need you to love him eventually, he needs you to be as devoted to him as he is to you. He’s giving up a lot of himself to be your boyfriend, couldn't you try to be a little more understanding of his feelings in this?

Don’t worry about seeing your family again. He noticed you getting depressed when you started to miss them. So he disposed of them. No, he will not elaborate on what that means. You both already know.

Please please please, don’t piss him off. I’m begging you. Sukuna is not above any form of physical violence to put you in your place. 

That includes leg removal if you try to escape. No I did not say break, I said Removal Ryomen Sukuna does not fuck around. 

At first, you’re going to think he fucking hates you ngl. You’re going to be CONVINCED he only kidnapped you to piss someone else off, not for himself. Because he’s either mean, dismissive, or violent to you. 

It’s not until you’ve been in his possession for a minute and get to know him that you realize “Oh shit, this is his form of love.” When you notice that he doesn’t strike you without reason like he does with literally everyone and anything else. That he actually listens when you talk, no matter how passively. That he treats you like a living thing. A pet, yes, but still a living thing. 

Honestly I always imagine Sukunas temple being in the middle of nowhere, so you weirdly enough have more privileges with him than some of the others. Like, you have access to the temple's garden and such.

That's about as far as comfort goes at the temple though. It's always cold and impersonal, and just because you can identify Sukunas, and I put heavy quotations around this, “love” doesn’t mean it feels like love. Yea, the creature comforts and spoils of the temple are nice but, it’s not human connection. You’re gonna have to play Ryomens game for that. 

In conclusion: You were warned bestie, I keep saying this man is Chernobyl level toxic. 

[dontbesoweirdkira]

For a cunty request can I have a time traveler reader with any of mafia? Maybe Vico or Tommy?

A/N: oh this is going to be hilarious! Thank you for requesting…stay cunty😘✨ (hopefully I did your idea some justice. I didn’t entirely know what scenario you wanted so just some general thoughts)

Warnings: ⚠️a little bit of Joe Barbaro ⚠️

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Requests: open 24/7

I’ve chosen Vito because have you ever seen those memes where it’s like, “a victorian child would probably have an aneurysm over this”, yeah…that would be Tommy if you appeared in his timeline

Like that man is stressed the hell out enough! Don’t go ruining his life further with your shenanigans.

Besides Vito would definitely take this far better than anyone else with the exception of the characters from mafia iii. My brother has been to prison, shipped out to war, and now suddenly in the mob…he’s definitely seen some unspeakable shit..

Every soldier has at least one paranormal experience…for him it just happened to be your dumb ass.

He’s not amused by you in the slightest at first..what the fuck is an iPhone and why are you dressed like an idiot? Are you high on something or just unwell?????

“Look Lady, I really don’t have time for this shit and I have places to be. If you need something there’s a Salvation Army right down the block..”

Of course you keep persisting that you’re perfectly fine and that you’re actually from the future. I can just imagine Vito speed walking away with an exasperated expression plastered across his face; you're just continuing to spew nonsense as you follow him.

“I-I don’t want to hear you talk about your fucking bullshit future! Please just go away.”

This man’s blood pressure is through the roof at this point. He’s even trying to physically shoo you away, if it wasn’t for his background he would’ve taken you to the police department.

“Okay do you want a dollar? Huh, will that make you finally stop yapping?? Actually, here take 20 and go away.”

Eventually he just gives up. You’re the most hard headed individual he’s ever encountered and he let’s you follow him. You’re obviously not giving this up.

Partly thinks this is some kind of prank Joe set up to get back at him.

So naturally his first instinct is go go find Joe because if he has to hear the crazy shit you’re spewing, so does he.

Worst. Mistake. Ever.

At first Joe is also trying to get you to leave his buddy alone. Even offering you money just like Vito did earlier but then a light bulb goes off!

Joe’s main mission in life is to piss off Vito and for him…golden opportunity right here for free.

“Sooo…Y/N was it? Tell me, if you are from the future, will Vito always be this fugly?”

“Oh shut the hell up for once would ya? This is a serious situation we have on our hands and you think this is the time to be making jokes??”

“Maybe not fugly but he will end up being a grumpy old man with no wife or kids.”

Joe absolutely loves you and you’re now besties

“Oohhhh no. You two will not be in cahoots!! Joe stop fucking around.”

Don’t worry, Vito eventually comes around to you. He kind of has to now that Joe is riding this thing so hard.

Neither one of them truly believes you though. At least not at first. It’s kind of difficult to prove until the event you’re warning them about actually comes to pass.

You are able to tell them extremely detailed facts and information about themselves and the mafia. You warn them about Henry and give tips about different tasks.

This made them suspicious of you and blew you off as some kind of narc for knowing so damn much. It wasn’t until things started becoming true, they came running right back to you.

They’re both feeling a mixture of excitement, concern and confusion.

Joe doesn’t understand that you only know main historical events and wants you to give him the winning numbers to the lottery.

Vito on the other hand thinks you’re some sort of crazy psychic or maybe one of them aliens from the film he had just seen.

Either way you’re definitely not from here.

Ultimately Vito doesn’t entirely know how to handle all of this. I don’t think anyone would ever be able to fully process this happening. After all you’ve predicted and protected him from, he just accepts that you’re who you say you are.

You’re not a threat to him and Joe seems to really enjoy having you around so I guess he doesn’t really mind you either. He lets you stay at his place too. It’s the least he could do after all your help and the shit he gave.

At least you’re not as bad as that kid, Marty.

[lestappenforever]

A bit if a rant, but bear with me, I’ve been in this brain rot since seeing RBR’s threads and i just wanna get it out. (Yes i am the same person who hopes that Christian and RBR are so cold in DTS and this is the reason why i believe that there might actually be something going on, slowly brewing and simmering in low heat till it fucking explodes in *hopefully* Ferrari’s face) (if you couldn’t guess, I’m an RBR girl through and through)

Now lets start it from after Singapore, it was the very first time RBR posted Charles and Max, and let’s all be real for a moment, I personally don’t think that there was much to it, I mean, they’ve posted Lando, Fernando, Esteban, Pierre, etc. Its not that weird that they did that. That same weekend, Ferrari fucked up Charles and prioritized Carlos, despite the fact that both had a chance at a podium, but Ferrari (as Geogre said in that heartbreaking radio for any Charles fan) sacrificed Charles for Carlos. And then Fred saying that Charles agreed?! Let’s all just look back at something very slight, Charles is a petty king, he wants to win, he’s hungry, doesn’t want to be second, EVERYTHING that he’s done since karting proves that, but what Ferrari and Fred said that weekend didn’t make much sense. Yes, this weekend was not detrimental for the whole Charles to Red Bull agenda, but it might have been the start to it all.

Fast forward to the triple header, as Japan and Qatar didn’t have much, of course other than padel, but in terms if teams, controversies and fuck ups from Ferrari, there weren’t much.

Austin was the start to it all, the way RBR posted Lestappen VERY CLEARLY on their socials, shows that there’s something brewing, but not by much, its just, yeah 2 generational talents who have fought each other forever in their racing careers, doung it again, etc. But that wasn’t the only case. Red Bull have posted them both together, but so did Christian, and Horner ain’t one to be taken lightly. Everything this man does is fucking calculated, he’s chaotic, but in a way that I don’t think anyone can be, he knows how to play, and play he does. After the USGP with Ferrari’s most famous fuck ups of the floor infringement and putting Charles ONLY on a one stop, where the weather was EXTREMELY HOT on track, and all that with the lame excuse of “oh he’s better at tyre management” despite being on pole, shows something, Ferrari is NOT being a seriou team with Charles, because they then went ahead and were celebrating Carlos’ podium as if their other driver didn’t get disqualified.

On to Mexico, (aka the epitome of my delulus that RB are doing something in DTS in regards to Charles) we have the crazy pole that Charles pulled, as well as his data and onboards being shown along Max and Checo, there were no other drivers who were on that pit wall. We also have the part prior to the GP, where we all saw Christian and Charles arriving at the paddock at suspiciously close (you could say almost together if you didn’t know any better) then waiting for him, by the entrance of the paddock, where he knows Netflix are there and the fans are there, for a seemingly innocent hello (NOT), as well as Christian defending Charles, who had an accident with HIS DRIVER AT HIS HOME GP. You don’t see that, in a normal situation, Charles would be blamed for Checo’s DNF by Checo’s TP.

Onto Brazil, the final major fuck up by Ferrari, which cost a hungry Charles a battle with Max, and a chance at a win, simply because Ferrari decided againts changing the engine, which then fucks up the hydraulics, causing Charles a DNS. In addition to, again, Only his data is along side the RB boys. During this weekend, you could feel the shift in Charles, like he couldn’t take it anymore, he’s done being the scapegoat, the rag that Ferrari could do anything they want as he’s their Il Predesinato, he’s HUNGRY, he wants to win, and Ferrari simply for the last 5 years were unable to provide him with what he wants.

That’s how it was in Vegas and Abu Dhabi, Charles fought, he fought hard, and you might even feel like he’s hell-bent on getting these podiums, to show Ferrari how much they fuck him up during races, and what he’s capable of when they don’t.

All of that while both RBR and the official F1 accounts are pushing the Lestappen agneda, posts, Max’s statements that are kind of throwing shade at Ferrari, mentioning that he would mind anyone (while blatantly pointing at Charles) to be his teammate if checo were to leave by the end of the 2024 season, the RBR garage and team being friendly with Charles a bit too often. And then the most recent posts of putting Charles on the RBR Christmas tree, while Yuki, who is closely more related to RBR isn’t, and the most recent thread of “claiming” Charles,

RBR, Horner and even Marko are not stupid, they know how to stir a pot, how to cause chaos and drama, how to be cold, how to be that young team that could seem innocent, approachable, intriguing, in order to get what they want, how they want it and When they want it. And the fact that we know nothing of the new season of DTS, Ferrari just posting shit trying to distract from the fact that they haven’t announced Charles renewing, and they way the talk has died down about it, in addition to trying to distract from the RBR Lestappen saga on all socials that is happening rn, shows that there could be something, something thing, detrimental, vold as fuck and chaotic as fuck. Another thing that I have forgotten to mention is the whole Twitter saga that happened because of Will Buxton and Albert Fabrega around the time of the Triple header shows that there is Chaos that’s going to be unleashed, could be in DTS. And what’s Chaos with the Agents of Chaos?

(I’m extremely sorry for how fucking long this is, i just let my mind do the talking and didn’t realise how long i wrote until i was done 🤪)

I'm not even going to add anything to this, my lovely anon, because this ask deserves to shine on its own.

I love your beautiful mind, anon. Please come share your brainrots with me at any time. ❤️

[riddles-n-games]

If anyone watched Liv and Maddie, do you remember the episode where the girls and their brothers have a competition of  who could eat the most disgusting leftovers found in the fridge aka Refrigerator Roulette? Well, anyways, I was thinking about it, given the fact that there’s four siblings who have  competitive streaks, I immediately was like, why does that sound familiar and who do I know like that? Well, who do we know ladies? That’s when it hit me; in TIG, we have the Hawthorne brothers who are notorious for their competitions because they were raised on games and pitted against each other constantly and conveniently, there’s four of them, too. So, here’s another childhood thing they did but when the kitchen was empty.

Like with Liv and Maddie and their brothers, they split into groups of two and the spin on this here is that the boys would go through a cycle of who they teamed up with; oldest vs youngest (Nash and Gray v. Jamie and Xander), middles vs youngest and oldest (Gray and Jamie v. Xander and Nash), and favorite sibling duo (Nash and Jamie v. Gray and Xander). Now, the ironic thing is that many times Grayson and Jameson got paired together but halfway through the competition they would start competing against each other to see who would last in the more disgusting leftover rounds. By then, Nash would be clutching the Bowl of Shame with clammy hands as he watched for signs of hurling to come from either (Gray would usually succumb first). 

They would have categories like lunch from last week, dinner frozen at the last second after staying out too long, Mrs. Laughlin’s insufferables, worst desserts from a gala etc. However, that also didn’t just involve leftovers but the extremes would be set based on what kind of food it was.  Oh, and even though technically I’m sure leftovers are very unlikely an occurrence at the Hawthorne House, usually Jameson or Xander purposefully saved them in a hidden part of the fridge for this exact game. 

Now, the way this became another household ritual for the boys is that Nash actually initiated this (sort of) when he was trying to get his younger brothers to finish their meals. Each one would have trouble eating something because they didn’t like a certain food; Jameson disliked peas, Xander hated most greens and advocated strongly against them, and Grayson (yes, even him) wasn’t the biggest fan of eggs (now he loves them and dines on them like he never disliked the classic all American breakfast). To get around this, Nash made a game where if they ate their remainders, they would get a prize (cookies) or they could forfeit and one of the others could finish for them and get two cookies instead. Of course, the boys took this as well as their competitive egos could take and it was going well,  working  for two straight years, surprising. But low and behold how quickly that backfired on him because Jameson and Grayson hated to lose to each other and so they got really competitive. Eventually, the game evolved into what it is now and every time, Jameson or Xander adds a new twist to it, especially if they’re playing Drink or Dare, that’s when things get real crazy.

[sofoulandfairaday]

1 for the ask game

from: choose violence ask game

1. the character everyone gets wrong

Err... all of them? I'm not even kidding. More on this here.

Bellatrix: fortunately there's been progress in the fandom, but for years everyone loved to describe her as an overly sexualized, crazy, shrieking mindless slave, when she's actually quite the opposite. She is sadistic, but not insane, she's passionate but not irrational (she is the only one who knew Snape was a traitor; to me, it's because of a peculiar mix of rationality and intuition that shows her to be actually quite intelligent). Nothing suggests her being promiscuous in the text and I would actually argue the opposite of her (why would she ever lower herself to sleep with someone who she deems her inferior - so basically everyone -, even just to satisfy mere physical desires? This post, to me, is Bella at her core).

Narcissa: this is canon Narcissa, all of you are perfectly entitled to your soft babygirl headcanons, of course, but then again you are perfectly entitled to be wrong <3 [also, shameless self-promo: x]

The blorboification continues for every single member of the Black family and I hate it so much you have no idea:

Andromeda: somehow described as a soft little girl who loved her mean, mean sisters so much and had to run away? Bitch stood up to seven centuries of tradition, and abandoned her sisters and parents, to marry a boy she had fallen in love with maybe two years prior (we know this based on Tonks' age). Good for her, but as I have said previously, both Narcissa and Andromeda (and Sirius, really) strike me as a bit selfish. The one with the romantic attachment to the idea of her family, the child most like Walburga, is Bellatrix.

But this is nothing, NOTHING, compared to what this fandom does to Regulus and Sirius.

Regulus: canonically a Voldemort fanboy, with newspaper clippings of him everywhere, and a blood supremacist. Sirius says it better than anyone: Reggie is soft. But not in the way the fandom believes, nope. He's just a coward who, much like Draco years later, was super excited to be like Bellatrix (Lucius) until he realized what killing really meant, what fighting a war really was, and most importantly because Voldemort touched him personally (Kreacher, whom he loved). Voldemort was probably a little more deranged than he had been at the beginning of the First War, and someone that had inherited the Black pride/haughtiness probably didn't like being branded like cattle and treated like a slave, on top of everything else.

Sirius: fanon Sirius is basically another character. Canon!Sirius is: tall, canonically incredibly handsome, quite masculine (in an explicit and toxic way, especially as a teenager in the fucking 1970s - the skirt-wearing, feminist one-liners spouting version of Sirius is something I just cannot get behind), a dick, a bit classist ((don't come @ me with your "oh, but what about Moony?!" because a) we don't know Remus' wealth when Lyall and Hope were still alive, we only know he can't get a job as an adult because of his condition and b) Remus is Sirius' exception, in the same way Lily is Snape's when he calls her a Mudblood - everyone else is in his eyes)), brave to the point of recklessness, quite cruel, funny, witty, magically talented, loyal to a fault, extremely charismatic and everything else outlined here. For the same reasons, I'll say Remus too.

Don't even get me started on Severus Snape. Other people have spoken on this better than I could ever. At least here on Tumblr, though, it seems to me that things are getting a little better after years of absolutely bizarre takes. Or maybe I've blocked all of the idiots idk.

Dumbledore. More on this here and maybe I'll outline my ideas better in a future post.

Also: I do not accept any characterization of Evan Rosier, Barty Crouch jr, Reggie, and Rabastan Lestrange as anything less than violent blood supremacists. Yes, they can be nuanced and gay (and only for each other might I add), but these people are the KKK (metaphorically, of course, because I hate comparing real-world tragedies to completely fictional ones, but still).

Lucius: a complete dick, but definitely not abusive. The man couldn't raise a hand to Draco if the Dark Lord threatened to kill him over it.

Speaking of which: my darling Lord Voldemort. Not much to say about him really because I know that some people do write him in a very interesting way (and I am open to interpretations of his character even if they are different from how I see him - and I have a very fucking specific vision of him). The problem is that perhaps three (3) of these people write him with Bellatrix and that saddens me.

Now, I mostly read First Wizarding War stuff or Death Eater stuff so I can't really speak to many other characters, especially in Harry's generation, but anything other than cowardly Draco is not a good Draco characterization to me. Ron is hands-down the best one in the Golden Trio and Ron Weasley bashing is pathetic. Hermione has faults but is ultimately a strong, take-no-bullshit girl and I'll take that over basically any and all female YA protagonists. And Harry is sassiness personified, but with a heart of gold, and oh-so-caring. Which is also why I can't read dark!Harry for the life of me. It just makes me giggle.

[xxnashiraxx]

24, 37, 53, 56 and 63 for the writer ask game! 🥰❣️

Thank you for asking, lovely friend! You can find the original post here!

24. Worst Writing Advice Anyone Ever Gave You? I don't have too many instances where I'd specifically reached out and asked, honestly I was trying to hide it as much as possible, haha. But I think the one that sticks out the most, through no particular source, would be to write all the time, constantly. That doesn't help you, it drains you and takes a horrible mental toll on you if you don't regulate yourself and take a break from time to time. I struggle with feeling like I should always be doing something, always be productive, but trust me- taking a nice step back from time to time can actually help waaaay more. 🖤🖤

37. How Do You Choose Where to End a Chapter? This is such a good question- I like to make a slight impact with my chapter endings and I guess, though it really isn't this complicated in my head when I'm doing it, is to play on an emotion. For romance, I could end on angst or longing, for complicated feelings and emotions I like to end on a realization or the struggle of further confusion and its resulting aggravation. I also like to pepper in little crumbs regarding an ongoing plot that hasn't been fully unraveled yet, mostly so the readers feel like they're wrapping their heads around the mysteries along with me. It's fun! But not always super clear cut. 💕

53. How Do You Spend Your Time When it Comes to Fanfiction? Are You Primarily a Fic Reader, Writer, or a Perfect 50/50 Split of Both?

I have alternated and balanced this ratio out as time has gone on! Back when I first started in high school, I was primarily 50/50. Over the years I kind of lost my muse, or I'd write for myself very sparingly (maybe once a year or so, and less than 10k during that period) with things that I found interesting, but I didn't really delve back into the hobby until last July. I was a reader, consuming literally everything Nalu (Fairy Tail) until resuming a long fic I'd planned out 4 years ago and never finished. Unfortunately, or in other words, fortunately for me, I discovered Baldur's Gate, and after Astarion, there was no going back (rip my Alvarez Arc rewrite, may she rest in peace). Now I tend to lean more towards the writer portion since I'm writing my current long fic (With Stars to Fill My Dream) and doing some Astarion Kinktober prompts, but once this month ends and I'm on my longer post schedule, I am hoping to catch up on all the fics I haven't been able to read that are sitting in my browser (I have 30+ tabs open, it's ridiculous...)

56. What's Something About Your Writing That You Pride Yourself On?

Oh boy... I don't say this as a fish for compliments, but I'm not really sure I do anything too different from other people! I have heard a kind of general consensus on my horror aspects, and while I personally think they're extremely tame for my own standards and I know I'm my worst critic and think they can always be improved upon, that's something that really sticks with me. I have never published in the excess that I have now, and it literally means the world to me when anyone comments on anything they think sticks out when they read my fics. If I had to go with anything else, I'd say that my little details have really improved during the time I've been a writer. I've done many little links back to earlier conversations and imagery with callbacks in WSTFMD that I'm very proud of. I just hope it's not too obscure that people miss it!

63. Something You Hate to See in Smut.

Look, I'm really open-minded, and if anything isn't my cup of tea of course I wouldn't seek it out. That should always be established. Glaringly obvious things would be anything illegal, but going into the real bones, I'd probably have to say some "terms" for "areas" on the body being overused or out of place kind of bother me. I really don't have too many crazy ones here, I'm guilty of using some anatomically incorrect situations simply for the sake that it pleases me and I find it hot- nothing more, lol. It doesn't have to be 100% factual, it's fun and that's all that really matters! Unless you're hurting someone or doing something shitty, I really don't have a lot of issues. 😊

Again, tysm!!! 💖💖💖

[basket-of-cats-and-witches]

OC Ramblings: Kitty Hale (or Kit)

Unsurprising that this is happening considering how hard the Love and Deepspace brainrot has hit.

I'll tuck it under a read more (so I don't clog up everyone's dash...) but I've been having some general thoughts about her.

For those in the L&Ds fandom, Kit is my non-MC who's romancing Sylus. Clearly I write a lot about them, but he's her boss, and she's his assassin second in command. I actually didn't know this was a common trope until after I created her.

Oh, well. I love her too much to care, tbh. We can't all be unique, but putting your own spin on a classic can freshen it up a lot.

So now, to the Read More, and the ramblings. If you enjoyed this, please leave a like. It brightens my day when I see people enjoying my content.

Kit's general stats

Height: 5'11/180cm

Name: Camilla Kitty Hale (she goes by Kit)

Age: 26

Hair: Black, loose curls

Eyes: dark purple/brown (not heterochromia, just the particular shade I chose looks almost brown)

Birthday/sign: January 1st/Capricorn

I really enjoy Kit as an OC, and as a companion to Sylus. There's something about the ✨yearning✨ that's tasty, of course, with the canon story for Sylus and all our other LIs, but I opted for extreme slow burn and like recognizes like.

Kit's...a lot. She's been refined again and again so that she's not just my trauma dump character. There's always one, and you just gotta sort of shape them into their own thing.

She's fierce, loyal to a fault, and deeply vulnerable. I think that she's viewed herself as a tool for so long that it's created a sense of naivete, which is something Sylus clocks immediately.

When you're in survival mode for that long, most things get tossed to the wayside, and that includes relationships and intimacy.

This doesn't just mean romance, although it is a big part of it especially for Kit, but it does create some good tension and back and forth between her and Sylus. She's extremely skilled on the battlefield, well enough to keep pace with him (which is honestly a feat in itself), but when it comes to flirting, courtship, and what's in the bedroom, Sylus leads their strange push and pull.

I don't have the patience to write a true slowburn (especially bc a two year slowburn would be like 50k and I...hngh. I can't brainrot myself like that. I wouldn't get any work done. I'm already writing fic like crazy). But! It would be genuinely interesting to see it.

Sylus is a very direct character. He seeks consent from those he cares about, is blunt to a fault, and exceptionally intuitive. Whereas Kit knows her way around a battlefield, but has a tendency to bottle up and not talk about what's bothering her unless pushed. Probably because her backstory features her getting punished for expressing her personal thoughts.

There's a fun scene that I don't actually remember if I posted here where Sylus and Kit actually talk about it and her trauma a little bit.

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“Is it okay for us to do these things?” She mumbled. Her hands dropped over his, smoothing over the ridges of his knuckles and finding the calluses of his fingers. “I just have a hard time feeling as if it's not some sort of…weakness. People like us aren't nice, do we deserve nice things? Do…I deserve things? What happens if I let myself relax and be…”

Kit hesitated for a second, before pushing on. “What happens if I want to be cute and girly, and someone uses that against me? Sometimes I feel like I'm only allowed to be the…” she trailed off, sighing.

Sylus smiled wryly. “The monster?” He supplied, his tone quietly bitter. “I've had a bit more room to come to terms with it, Kitty, so listen.” He spun her around, his hands settling on her shoulders. His eyes were dark, hollow and sad in a way that reminded Kit why they matched so well. “You're human, Kit. Specifics aside, you are, in fact, human. No matter what anyone says, you have a heart that feels deeply, that bleeds and beats like anyone else's. And it's because you have a heart that you deserve the same things as anyone else.

You're not a weapon, baby.” His soft voice made her lips tremble, her stomach twisting with the heavy weight of her emotions.

“Unfair of you to use that nickname now,” she whispered hoarsely.

Sylus smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “We're not monsters,” he said. It seemed to be as much to himself as it was to her. “And if anyone tries to use your joy against you, you have me, the twins, and even Mephisto.”

She laughed wetly, her eyes shiny with unshed tears.

-

I've always loved the idea of two people teaching each other to move past their traumas. Honestly, in my personal opinion, part of growth and recovery from trauma is teaching someone else. My therapist talks about "parenting oneself" a lot, about being the parent to yourself that you may not have had in a way to sort of...help guide your brain towards healthier habits. And I apply that here as well. Mentoring someone who's not as far along as you but has similar trauma can help you, as well (be careful with that and consult professionals, I'm just a writer with my own baggage).

In teaching Kit to love and be loved, to be human again, it feels like Sylus is teaching himself as well. Not to mention that she often calls him out on his bad habits and keeps him in check. It's a push and pull, they're on relatively equal standing. I think that's why it's so easy to write them as a relationship, and why they mesh so fast even as a new thing. There's established rapport and even, dare I say, friendship that builds a very solid foundation for romance. There's good communication between them even when they're being stubborn, and the two never really have many misunderstandings.

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“You-!” She bites out. “You've been grumpy and short with me since I got here!” Kit shoves the towel back at him, furiously wiping him down even as she snarls.

“I have been trying to follow your orders all day. ‘Kit, teach this kid’ ‘Kit, pour water on me’ I'm doing my best, Sylus! I want to be good for you! I want to follow your orders! I came out to the middle of the desert, no questions asked, on a dime, because you told me to! Cut me some slack and put those gentling gloves on, because I know you can! Now, lean down so I can dry your hair!”

Kit glares at him, and she instantly knows she's well and truly fucked. Sylus's eyes are a bright, burning red, the right one beginning to glow in a way that is as annoyingly arousing as it is terrifying.

And yet, he leans down quietly, bowing his head for her.

Without a word, she sweeps the towel over the wet strands. Her hands tremble. Despite her harsh words, despite losing her temper, she is, as ever, gentle with him. As if she were handling fragile and delicate glass.

Larger hands cover her own, and she can't help but flinch.

“Are you scared of me?” Sylus’s voice is ever-so-soft, almost tentative. There's a strangely raw edge to it, as if he anticipates the worst possible answer.

“No,” she whispers. “The ones I flinch from are ghosts, not you. Are you mad at me?”

As if he can hear her silent permission, Sylus steps forward, crowding her against the wall. His head drops to her shoulder. For a moment, all she can hear is the steady sound of his breathing.

It takes a moment, the heat of his body seeping into hers, Kit’s thin undergown the only physical barrier between them. Then, he speaks. “It’s…complicated. I'm not mad at you. You're not the only one with ghosts, Kit.”

(from my Lost Oasis piece)

-

Sylus made himself snap back to attention.

“Talk,” he said forcefully, his eye glinting. “I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong.”

Kit wilted further.

“...riod,” she mumbled.

Sylus tapped her forehead reprimandingly. “Louder.”

“I'm on my period!” She whined, her cheeks flushed bright red. “So please, kindly, can you fuck off? I hurt so much and I took medication and it's not helping!”

His eye twitched, and his hands settled on her hips, flexing in irritation. “I understand that you're hurting,” he said firmly. “You still don't have the right to talk to me that way.

I'm well aware you only snap at me like this when you need something but you feel embarrassed, so just tell me. Or I will leave you, and you won't be happy with me when you're done with your cycle.”

Sylus's tone was icy and flat, in a way it hadn't been in a long time.

Kit deflated. She looked down at her lap, the tip of her nose turning pink as she fiddled with her fingers.

“Sorry,” she whispered, swallowing hard. “You're right. I'm being unnecessarily cruel. That's not okay or fair to you.”

He leaned forward, kissing her forehead. “Thank you for apologizing. Now, tell me what you need.”

(from an unreleased fic that I probably won't post bc it's VERY nsfw)

-

Anyway, I genuinely love this pairing because, ironically, it's a very healthy relationship. They communicate, they hold each other responsible, and they help each other out. Despite the fact that they're both very much criminals, lmao.

Kit comes from a place with a lot of trauma, she was born in the Vagrant's Quarter, and she's very much another person who was once a kid desperate to survive despite the odds. Just because she has a healthy relationship with her adopted father and foster sister doesn't mean she's not constantly in the thick of it, and due to lots of backstory reasons, she can't stay away from the N109 zone and the career she was forced to have (not by Sylus).

There's something about abuse and "going back to what you know because it's easier than fighting against it and going it alone", and that's very prevalent in Kit's life.

If I were to do guesswork, I think that Sylus may have been the same when he was younger and more vulnerable. Even the terrifying leader of Onychinus was a child, once.

This is such a solid pairing to me, no wonder I have brainrot about them both.

If you've made it to the end of this rambling, thank you!! I hope you enjoyed all the little snippets and heavy topics. You're wonderful!

[yuckie-obsessive]

Hey, work work is ausome. Do you think you could do yandere antisepticeye x reader. And people think reader is crazy and sends them to a crazy hospital and there in a stray jacket and anti kill 1000s of people and reader is like oh shit then anti snuggles reader in the jacket.

Just a thought but yeah, have a nice day

*cracks knuckles*

Ask and you shall receive >:)

Antisepticeye x Reader (gender neutral)

Tw: obsessive and possessive behavior (yandere), swearing, drugging, hospitalization, restraint, blood, murder/death mention. I do not endorse this behavior in real life relationships.

I may have taken a little creative liberty with this one. Hope you enjoy 😅 💚

Words: 1,251

~★~

Time is a distant concept at this point. You didn’t know how long you had been sequestered in your home. Forced away from the world by him.

Antisepticeye

You couldn’t believe this reality, it didn’t feel real. He somehow wriggled into your life and quickly consumed every aspect of it. “My little pet,” he would call you at first.

Eventually, after you stopped fighting so much, he grew softer. You fought with your mind to not fall further under his control, but his seemingly genuine affection was making that difficult. He was growing soft for you, growing careless. An opportunity to run was given one evening. “Now or never,” you told yourself, even as you hesitated. You had to leave, this wasn’t right.

So you fled.

Running through yards and bushes, you ran to the opposite end of the neighborhood and started banging on the door of the last house. The joy and relief you felt when finally seeing another person. Pleading for help.

Your stomach dropped as they gave you off looks when telling your story.

A man coming out of nowhere and keeping you locked in your home? Sounds crazy.

The police thought so too.

In a hysteria, you grabbed the closest person and practically screamed to help you. You had to escape!

The police weren’t convinced and did little to help. You did eventually get something an unceremonious toss into a hospital for psychiatric evaluation.

They didn’t take your story seriously, but were convinced by your extremely distraught state that you were at risk.

Now you lay in a padded room. The high ceiling presented a single bulb you couldn’t ever hope to reach. Not like you could… your arms had been restrained in a canvas jacket.

To keep you safe, of course.

You couldn’t believe your rotten luck.

It had to be some sort of delusional nightmare.

The only comfort was your own thoughts, when you could actually think straight. Dreams were haunted by visions of your most recent experiences. Green electricity dancing through your home, flashes on screens that weren’t supposed to be there. There were the times Anti would fly into a manic rage that caused bulbs to pop and windows shatter. They always were miraculously fixed the next day. Guess it was all in your head.

Why would anyone find themselves living with a fictional demon after all? It was crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy- wasn’t it? That’s why you were here.

That’s right.

You were crazy.

Everyone said so.

You continue to lay in your new padded home, staring at the wall, medicated out of your mind.

Surely this will make me better… you think to yourself, shifting slightly in the jacket that was graciously forced on your body.

To keep you safe, of course.

You weren’t quite sure what safe felt like anymore. After some time you had been convinced that Anti would provide anything you needed. He made you believe he was everything you needed. He kept you safe right? From everyone else?

A delusional thought for sure. Believing in something that was created as fiction. You could laugh, if you didn’t feel so fuzzy. Surely the doctors know best and you’ll be all fixed up to return to a normal life.

You could only hope.

Only a few days into your stay, you adjusted to dismal rhythm. You were thoroughly convinced at this point that you were suffering from hallucinations and mania. The meds they gave you numbed all your senses. You felt floaty. Drifting between activities and time in your room. A routine without chaos, without change.

Until one day you heard muffled screams just outside your door. The room was supposed to be sound proof. Isolating you from the outside, but those cries somehow made it in.

You were hallucinating again. Had to be.

Shuffling back into a corner, you did your best to curl into a ball and wait for a nurse to enter and give you more of those numbing pills.

The screams suddenly stopped. You let out a nervous breath you didn’t realize you were holding in.

The door burst open.

The glow from his eyes hid a fiery rage as they quickly scanned the room, finally landing on you. He exhaled with a harsh, “Christ there you are,” and rushed to your side.

“Do you have any idea the scare you gave me?” He nervously laughed. Rolling you over, his relieved expression turned concerned. “My god…” his hand brushed the side of your face. You were vaguely aware of the iron like smell that had consumed the room. “Poor thing, they’ve drugged you haven’t they?”

You didn’t have the strength to respond, only able to let a trembling sigh escape as he pulled you into his arms. “You’re safe now, I’m here- and look! They’ve wrapped you up like a little present,” he was trying to get just a little more of reaction out of you, but realized there wasn’t going to be one as your head limply connected with his shoulder. His laugh was bitter now, “happy birthday to me…”

Gathering you up, he made his way out into the stained halls. “Don’t you worry now, (y/n). Those bad people are aaaall gone. No one will bother us anymore,” he pecked the top of your head before resting his own atop it. You decided to close your eyes, not wanting to look at the stained walls as you were carried out.

~★~

The amount of panic he felt when you weren’t in the home was immeasurable. Going to neighbors provided context of “someone crazy was running around the neighborhood” and quickly finding out you had been sent to the hospital. This wasn’t the answer he wanted.

You had been running around? He didn’t want to think that you wanted to leave. No, you must’ve wanted some fresh air is all. You loved him after all and everything was going so well in recent weeks.

This train of thought was further reinforced when he found out that you had been involuntarily admitted to a psychiatric ward.

Panic turned to anger. How dare they separate you two! You didn’t need whatever “help” they were trying to give.

He had cut down all other obstacles up to this point, now he was on a rampage. If staff didn’t give useful information, it was curtains for them. The only person he wanted to see was you and he would kill indiscriminately to make that happen.

The hospital was void of activity by the time he got to the hallway you resided in. He went room to room looking for you, still lashing out in a rage when someone else had the audacity to appear in your place.

Oh, the relief when he found you curled up in that ridiculous room. Your very presence was enough to calm him immediately.

But something was off. You didn’t look at him, nor responded to his words. Didn’t even flinch when he busted the door down.

He would’ve murdered everyone in that damned place twice over once he got a good look at you. The glazed over eyes and lack of response almost convinced him you were dead had it not been for your shallow, uneven breathing.

He clutched you tighter in his arms.

He hadn’t said much during the walk back, you wanted air after all and being in that stuffy hospital wouldn’t have satisfied that urge whatsoever.

“Remember I told you the world was a dangerous place, (y/n).” It came out as a statement. A reminder. “If you want something just ask! I can accommodate within reason you know…”

You remained unresponsive. He sighed, “You’re not gonna go behind my back anymore right?” He nuzzled into your hair. “Better off safe with me than going out and letting something like this happen again.”

[sailorgundam308]

Wow. I didn’t expect my blurted out rant-ish analysis of Karlach would resonate so much. I had the feeling the fandom would just bash my head in (actually ignore me lol) but it was just an impression. Turns out a lot of people noticed the (darker) layers in Karlach too.

The day after posting that I read an interview with Karlach’s actor(tress? how gender work in nouns, help), where she mentioned this inner darkness and I felt less crazy for thinking so. I also noticed I didn’t emphasize Karlach’s manner of ptsd - because oh boy, she has some (and who fucking wouldn’t, the Blood War is no simple war, it’s fucked up and it has been going so long it changed the topography of Avernus completely - insane stuff).

It’s something I kept thinking about, how it makes so much sense she is singing, moving, dancing and vehemently (desperately?) pushing away any negative thought. Of course some of this is pure real joy to be out of the Hells, but Karlach’s insistence in not thinking about what she’s been through, pushing any and all questions or comments tav makes about the dread of her predicament, this seemingly incessant need to move, joke, talk… It can ALSO be her anxiously trying to shut up her mind so she doesn’t THINK.

Is it her right to do so after all the shit she’s been through (and especially cause she knows she’s on borrowed time in the Material Plane, and doesn’t want to waste it)? Of course. But it also seems like a method of suppressing humongous trauma - unprocessed, raw and too dark for her to face. But as anyone who has had a traumatic event or period in their lives knows, trauma tends to not stay quietly in the forgotten corners of our minds. On the contrary, it tends manifest itself, to return with a fucking vengeance the more we ignore it and often blows up right in our faces.

We see a bit of that in the massive breakdown Karlach has after killing Gortash. She vomits it all, anger, fear, sadness, jealousy, self pity. All valid emotions. But emotions she refuses to acknowledge until then. One burst would probably not be enough for her to process all of it, though. And unfortunately for Karlach (and my sorry ass who’s still sour with her questline) she doesn’t get that much time or opportunity to deepen this journey.

To sum it up: Her own personality, which is belligerent by nature, plus the shit pile of trauma atop trauma she’s been through obviously changed her, made her carry a heavy burden that shaped who she is in the aftermath. Then, on top, she grasps desperately on the “good side” of everything as a lifeline, because if she doesn’t, shit’s gonna go down pretty damn fast.

I’m not into simplistic characters, nor in those that are too obvious (yeah, like and edgy goth bitch). Maybe that’s why I keep focusing on this darker, complicated bits of the characters I like, to justify myself lol. Karlach at first seems to be extremely obvious (and in one sense she is), but sometimes I think SHE is actually the one donning the most perfect mask amongst all the companions.

There’s much talk about Astarion trying to seem worse than he really is (which I agree with to an extent), like he’s putting up an act. When I think about this, I can’t help but also think that Karlach’s one is way more deceiving (perhaps because she wholeheartedly wants to believe in it). Crazy, layered stuff.

Like a mad lasagna.

[seducemefanficsandheadcanons]

Walk, don't run

Mika realizes her and Sam forgot something VERY important. Referenced sex and a pregnancy scare.

So the main plot of this fic was actually originally very different. That was until I sprained my ankle. Sorry Mika.

Not really, I will continue to project my issues on to her. (Like the charger fic one)

Anyways, please be safe! Protection is so important, and Mika had no way of knowing the incubi could control their fertility. (With the assumption Mika didn't ask about condoms, the incubi probably wouldn't think of it anyways)

This is in no way judging anyone, just a small idea I had when thinking about cambions and such.

Mika checked the calendar on the wall of her room, absentmindedly noting that her period was late. She’d always had an irregular cycle, stress making her go up to months without one, and she’d had a crazy last few weeks. She’d met five incubi, gotten kidnapped by a devil, had her school taken over by a succubus named Diana, all while falling madly in love with an extremely strong, caring, and ridiculously attractive demon.

She wouldn’t change it for anything, though. Sam’s confession played through her mind, and Mika smiled wistfully at the memory. She didn’t really understand it, how someone like Sam co uld love someone like her. But, as long as he wanted her, she’d be with him. The relationship moved fast at an ungodly speed the first week. Hell, they’d been intimate right after proclaiming their love to Diana and-

Wait.

Mika suddenly paled, her stomach turning. Oh my god, her period was late, and she’d had sex with Sam. Multiple times. She felt frozen in place, completely unable to move as her mind jumped to the worst possible conclusions. What would her parents think? She was still in high school! How could she be so stupid and not use protection?

As fast as she could think of it, she bolted out of her room and down the stairs to find him. However, right before she could meet the last few steps, she felt her ankle roll from underneath her, making her fall down and face plant on the tile floor. The pain in her jaw almost distracted her from the horrible throbbing in her ankle, and she had to fight back tears as she tried to push herself up.

“Oh shit! Mika?” Matthew frantically called out as he rushed towards her. He helped her sit up, and Mika was so focused on the pain that she didn’t realize the others were rushing in as well.

“Are you okay?” Damien asked, his voice louder than usual.

“Miss, do you need to go to the hospital?” James said, his tone even and professional as always.

“Princess, if you wanted someone to carry you- OUCH!” And of course, Erik, who’d just been smacked across the back of the head by Sam.

“Doofus, what are you doing on the floor?” Sam asked, hiding his worry well as he kneeled beside her and Matthew.

Mika grimaced as she tried to stand up. “I fell… I think I sprained my ankle.”

Before she could try to stand, Sam scooped her up as if she weighed nothing. “Alright, where do you need to go?” He asked, and his determination to help her made Mika’s heart swell.

Quickly though, like a bucket of cold water, the reason she’d been coming to find him in the first place resurfaced. “Room.” She said, obviously panicking. 

The boys all exchanged worried looks as James spoke, besides Damien who just raised an eyebrow. “Miss, I will bring you some ice for your ankle and jaw in a few minutes.”

Mika nodded quickly and thanked him. She looked back to Sam while he carried her up the stairs. Would he leave her? She’d heard of this, men leaving after hearing their partner is pregnant. Sam wouldn’t do that, right? Was she even pregnant? All these questions filled her mind and she started to feel nauseated. Or was that from the baby? Was there a baby?

Finally, Sam walked in her room and sat her on her bed. Before he could do anything, she sat up quickly and pulled him down to sit with her, surprising him. “Sam.”

Sam tried to analyze her expression. “Yeah? Do you need anything- MPH?!”

He was cut off by Mika crushing her lips against his. He hesitantly kissed back, their lips moving against each other passionately. Mika pulled him to her tightly, like she was worried he’d disappear. 

Sam must have noticed, because he slowed the kiss down and gently pulled away. “Doofus, talk to me. Something’s bugging ya, and I don’t think it’s your foot.”

She wanted the words to come out in a calm manner, but all that came out was “CONDOMS!”

She mentally smacked herself for her inability to speak, but Sam didn’t seem to get what she was saying. In fact, he seemed even more confused. Mika shrunk in on herself as she spoke again. “We didn’t…we didn’t use condoms and I’m not on the pill.”

Sam stared at her like she’d grown a second head, which was starting to aggravate her. Did he not see how urgent this was? 

“What are you talking about?” He asked, confirming that he, in fact, did not know how urgent this was.

Mika stared incredulously, waiting for the realization to hit him. When it never came, she spoke quietly. “Like…protection? From pregnancy and-”

Suddenly, Sam choked on his own spit. Mika immediately shrunk backwards, worried about his reaction. 

That was until that asshole started laughing.

“What the actual fuck, Sam! Do you think this is a joke?!” She yelled in disbelief, and Sam suddenly tensed, his expression apologetic.

He put his hands up defensively, no longer laughing. “Sorry, sorry. You don’t need to worry about that, okay?”

“I’M IN HIGH SCHOOL, OF COURSE I NEED TO WORRY ABOUT THAT!” She screamed, though it came out more of a wine by the end, and threw her hands up in exasperation.

Sam sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Damn it, that’s not what I meant. Incubi can control that stuff. You’re not pregnant, okay? We would be able to sense if you were, or Damien would hear it.”

She blinked, then blinked again before her eyes widened in surprise and realization. She shoved her face in her hands as she murmured. “Oh my god.”

Sam went to touch her but froze, unsure. “Are you okay? I should’ve said something sooner, but I didn’t think of it.”

He hesitantly moved to grab her hands, moving them from her face. She stared back, and after a moment of silence, she started to giggle. “Sorry, I guess I freaked out over nothing.”

When he was sure she was okay, he smirked, his eyes remained soft and remorseful though. “It’s alright, I should’ve said something.”

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and as Mika stood up to get it, a sharp pain shot threw her ankle, making her yelp in pain. Before she could even process it, Sam moved her back on her bed.

 He opened the door, retrieving the ice packs James had brought and quickly, and ever so gently, placed one on her ankle and the other on her jaw. When he was done, he laid beside her and wrapped his arms around her, and she immediately relaxed at just how safe he made her feel. 

“Thanks.” she mumbled into his neck.

He hummed in response, kissing over her forehead. A few moments went by, and they both were starting to feel the pull of sleep. “Hey Doofus?”

“Yeah?” She asked, her face still buried in his shoulder.

“Next time, walk down the stairs if you think something is wrong. Breaking your neck won’t help anybody.” He said, his voice tired, yet playful.

Mika smiled against his skin, her words slurring from the sleep she was about to fall into. “No promises.”

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Hey guys :))

Aww poor TK :((

Lol yeah he's got you Judd

You are not fine honey 😭

Demeanor is fancy lol but yes <3

Uaaaaghh 😭😭 not okay guysss

😭😭😭😭 BROOOO UAAAAA

This is what you get for talking about all the dangerous calls 😭😭😭💔

No come on please something :(((

There has to be pleeease 😭

I know one of them will most likely quit but maybe something else will work out :'(((

UAOH yeah if there's anyone who understands it's Judd 🥺

Yeah <33

:'O he's saying it :'DD

AAAAHHHHHHHHH THE TK JUDD TALK FINALLY 🥺🥺🥰🥰

Not super finally but still

Awwww TK's reaction 🥺🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️🥰

Yeah, I guess it is :')

I mean it makes sense yk and that's what I've seen

Goshhh I'm not okay 😭

Aww yeah 🥺 Owen <3

YEEAHHHHH YOU'RE BROTHERSSS 😭😭😭🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰 <33

The lovelies guys :')))

You don't even understand <333 (you do)

Judd talking about program talk to TK is just wild :') <3

Yeah, that's great <3 just the next right thing

I love them so much :')))

LOL

XD Judd

Awww dlfjdks

AAAHHHHH LOOK AT THEMMM 🥰🥰🥰

ONE MORE SILLY GOOFY PLAY AROUND 😭😭😭🥺🥺❤️🥰🥰🥰

UAAAHHHHHH

TK Nancy join in 🥺🥺

OWENNN stay here 😭😭 for them 🥺❤️

Ouaofgh I'm not ready :((

WHAT HAPPENED TO TELLING TKKKK

Y'all :'((

TK is so done 😭 prepared to have the worst day ever xdd

Well now it is

Y'all had no idea how final it feels we do because of the episode and we know the asteroid's coming but yk

Anyway

Pretending I don't know anything

Huh?

Excuseee me?

WHAT

EXCUUUUSE ME???!!?!

Y'ALL

BRUH

EXCUSE ME O.O 😭

What the heck

Ohhh nooo

Crappp

Oh GOSH O.O

Y'all that is not good xd

The graphic 💀💀 xD

Y'allll what is this what are we supposed to do 😭

Okay great so two extremes with no idea which and no course of action xd

Is it y'all with the bad karma lol

Y'all 😭 not okay xdd

Once again, imagine if they seriously actually flatten Austin 💀💀

Ope hello sir!

Oh he's just chillin xD

Was that doctor who lol

Ahhh a bunker lol

Ope they want in now xD

And in the past were critical?

Yeeppp they were critical xD

Not that I'm saying it's not a crazy thing to do but I mean gotta be nice if you want in the bunker ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

But seriously dude like just let them

They apologized :((

Awww their daughter 😭😭😭🥺

Yeah, exactly, she didn't do anything :((

YESSS thank goodness :'D

Ik it'll probably either be fine or won't matter but I'm just happy for them <33

OPE OH NO C R A P

OHHH NOOOO

Gosh guys 😭😭😭

Well I mean I get it yk

If you managed to get far enough away hopefully it wouldn't matter where exactly lol

But again like shockwaves and stuff xD

Dang okay chill Marj 💀 lol xD

Oope yeah o.o

Here it isss

Ahh crap 😬😬

Thought they might be able to kinda easily break in but now I realize xdd

Nope 😭

Okayy okay come onnn. . .

Oope?

Gonna go in from the glass or another part?

:O or dig into it!!

Ohh onto the side okay

The timer ticking down 😭😬

AYO WHAT

What are we doing right now y'all o.o

This is CRAZY

Y'all O.O go off I guess xD

All this for this guy xD not saying he's not worth it but like it's been a hot second 💀 also there's a meteor coming besties xdd

Why didn't they know about this meteor sooner unrelated

Ohh gosh

Careful y'allll 😭

What if you blow him up xD

Or those poor Doctor Who's 😔😔

OPE

THEY DID IT O.O!!!

YOO NICE ONE GUYS :D

Ope dang Mateo O.O

Wondering if his deportation thing is gonna come out but I doubt it, unless he tells at the end, but more likely next episode I feel like

😬😬

NOICE pay he got in :o :'D

Phew okay okay

Uh ohhh 😬😬

PHEW WHOOHOO!!

Yayy 🥰🥰

Ahh okay so makes sense

Ohh ahh yeah 😬 about that xD. . .

:'O

Awww :'))

He's gonna say yes isn't he :'D?

YEEAHHHH 🥰🥰🥰🥺❤️

Aww, that's great :'))

Go home guys <33

Fair 😬 xd 💀

Yeah, but at least now he's not alone :')) ❤️

[love-and-chaos24]

Belle Thompson's (ikevil oc) life after Williams route.

“Oh, I see there’s an alternative version of me and that goes insane. Well, I’m sure I won’t go insane myself.” Oh you are dead wrong Belle. You loose a few marbles on the way but it’s okay because you’re basically happily married (not technically). Here is Belle Thompson’s life in her canonic route with William.

Before William she was very shy and scared of doing the wrong thing. But ever since she fell in love with William and he accepted her love, she’s completely changed. (Ignoring the murderous tendencies), she has grown to be very confident in herself and holds a sense of power and control in the air wherever she goes. It’s almost like she carries a part of William deep inside of her.

When they became an official couple, think of their whole dynamic as Morticia and Gomez from the Addams family. Who’s Morticia and who’s Gomez? We don’t know! They’re both basically obsessed with each other to an unhealthy level. (I mean, they both want to die for each other and daydream about their deaths so that should explain a lot)

Compared to the other versions of herself like Lamb or Izadore, Belle is extremely possessive almost to a yandere level. And it definitely doesn’t help that William absolutely loves when she’s like that. After all, he’s the same way himself, he just hides it better. They’re not that extreme where they’ll actually kill someone for talking with either one of them but they will shoot murderous glances if you try anything.

As for pet names and nicknames, they absolutely love using them on each other, the classic pet names specifically like love or dearest. (Spoilers for the epilogue) even though regular MC wants to call William “Will”, Belle does not want to do that. She’s met other “Will’s” before and William is not like them at all. He’s William and no one else. Instead, she always calls him “my love”. When the random girl clung to his arm and called him “Will”, Belle went to him in private and said. “They may call you ‘Will’ or whatever they’d like. It does not matter to me. But don’t ever allow anyone to call you ‘my love’. You are mine and no one else’s. Only I am allowed to call you that.” And of course he fell in love with that cause he’s just as equally crazy.

Whenever William does something that frustrates Belle, she calls him a “cruel man” (she doesn’t really get frustrated, it’s more of a lovingly annoyed). Like whenever he teases her she always says “Oh you cruel, cruel man” and then kisses him all over (it’s really adorable)

Belle wants to marry William as soon as she can before her time comes so she won’t regret never being able to call him her husband. He also wants that too. On one hand, he hopes their end comes before they properly marry to make his ending even more tragic than it’ll already be, but he doesn’t want Belle to be sad they never get to marry so they try to get married as quickly as they can.

Every once in a while, Belle gets sad when she thinks about the fact that they will never grow old together. She always has to explain to William that she doesn’t regret her choices or being with him. She never will. It’s more like her mourning the life she’ll never have. It becomes worse when she sees an elderly couple and begins to imagine her and William like that only to remember they’ll never reach that point.

I feel like if past Belle got to see now Belle, she’d be horrified and try to runaway from this fate of hers. All she’d see is a monstrous version of herself she doesn’t want, but no matter what, she’d wouldn’t be to pull away from William. She’ll always be drawn to him. (It’s not that bad if you don’t mind being mentally insane. You get a sweet, loving “husband” in the process)

[ralfmaximus]

Raise the Titanic!

The batshit 1980 film based on the batshit 1976 Clive Cussler novel with the batshit premise of: what if we raised the wreck of the Titanic?

In 1976 or even 1980 the idea didn't seem too crazy.

At least from a technological perspective. Conventional wisdom at the time held that cold Atlantic waters acted as a preservative and Titanic was probably in decent shape! All we'd have to do is go down there in submarines and attach some floatation balloons! Child's play, really.

The morality of disturbing the underwater grave of 1,517 people -- many of whom were assigned death by their rich employers -- never came up.

Of course, everything changed in 1985 when the actual wreck was discovered. In reality, it turns out spending (at that time) 73 years at the bottom of a corrosive salt water bath, having been broken into two pieces, then ramming both pieces into the sea floor at nearly 40 MPH does something to a ship's seaworthiness.

It became immediately obvious that "raising the titanic" was an extremely silly (and ghoulish) idea.

But this movie, and the book, live on. Forgotten by most, they define a superbly stupid alternate reality where Titanic was raised from the dead... then towed into New York City to complete its maiden voyage. No I am not making that up.

Oh and the why? WHY would anyone go to this kind of trouble, spend all that money to do any of that??

Simple! You see, Titanic carried a super secret cargo of an incredibly rare mineral that was smuggled out of Europe in 1912 so that America could use it to power some kind of missile defense system. In 1975. Or 1985. I forget... it's been awhile. But yeah, apparently the only source of this incredibly unique ore was mined then promptly lost on an ocean liner. Oops. And also I think the USSR was involved somehow, because you simply cannot write any kind of espionage technothriller in 1976 without Russians.

Anyway, the film is stupid BUT impressive for its miniature work. There is not a second of CGI in it, and all the underwater work is real. They built a really really big model of Titanic that was historically accurate.

Then sank it. Then raised it.

In glistening slow motion.