#she mustve been so scared

[vpalmersfootballgloves]

HERE'S MY LIGHT BULB(ish) THOUGHTS on shauna's twilight breaking dawn-esque dream sequence.

we know shauna wants her baby, is scared about dying and raising this kid alone in the wilderness. so what if during her blackout, her subconscious is manifesting all of her biggest worries and insecurities? she's worried about being an ill-prepared young mother who can barely feed herself in the wilderness? she dreams of being unable to breastfeed her son and he cries from hunger pangs. she dreams of lottie feeding her son and singing lullabies to him. the one person she had been vocal about having questionable advances towards her baby.

shauna's rightfully nervous and scared about entering motherhood alone. in her dream, tai UNCHARACTERISTICALLY leaves shauna to her own devices - something tai, renowned shauna ride and die, would NEVER do. tai dumps the cot in the room, throws a judgemental look at shauna then leaves without a word. she is alone.

when shauna is finally able to provide for her kid, it's after pouring out her heart for him to hear; telling him how much she loves him, how much she wants for both of them to make it out alive, how much she wants him. her vulnerability and honesty was rewarded with the team eating her baby. is this perhaps a manifestation of her guilt of participating in the jackiefruit feast? that she will be punished for this sin by losing another person she loves dearly?

BUT shauna's dream is also offputtingly odd and creepy. the first thing she wakes up to is jackie's voice. then she opens her eyes to the girls beaming and smiling. it's creepy and eerily similar to the "we love you jackie" scene in jackie's death dream sequence. her friends, especially tai and lottie are behaving out of character. so did she nearly die from her placenta previa and postpartum haemorrhage situation and this was her obligatory near death hallucination bit?

[onceuponamillennia]

when jamie was in the hospital, alongside all the emotions emily must have felt, most likely she must've also remembered losing tony + all the emotions and greif of that too.

[mintaikk]

Trope that ALWAYS gets me: character doesn't have the best relationship with their parent and acts distantly towards them. Maybe they had a falling out. Maybe something happened where they distrusted their parent, maybe they just grew to dislike them. But then they have a moment where something bad happens to them or their parent, and they have to witness them, and then they have a moment where their voice becomes filled with fear and sadness and they say a pitiful "Mommy/Daddy?"

[roses-and-elixir]

[thatisnotamistakewellbemaking]

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TW: tags contain vague talk of childhood sexual assault and child on child sexual assault. Please don’t expand the tags if this could upset you

[sabu123098]

SPOILER ALERT FOR IRON FLAME

Catriona and Violet are kinda similar, so it was natural for Xaden to feel attracted to both of them. However, there is a chance that Catriona had been amplifying this attraction, especially when Xaden did not have his daggers. . . And she mustve done it whenever she found it convenient, or when she wanted something for him (especially when they were doing that). . . What if Catriona had been toying with his emotions for the period they were together and Xaden found out, which explains why even LIAM hated her. . .

“You think we don’t have a future because you’re scared that I won’t like who you really are behind all those walls you keep. And I’m scared, too. I can admit it. You’re graduating. I’m not. You’ll be gone in a matter of weeks, and we’re probably setting ourselves up for heartbreak. But if we let fear kill whatever this is between us, then we don’t deserve it.” I lift one hand to the back of his neck. “I told you that I was the one who would decide when I’m ready to risk my heart, and I’m saying it.”

This is when Xaden and Violet were at the parapet. . . This is when Xaden admitted his feelings towards Violet. . . Violet never forced him to fall for her, she never pushed it. Hell, she never even begged Xaden to get into a relationship with her just so that she could get something from him, no. . .

She never said anything about Xaden risking his heart. . . She expressed what she felt towards him and about him. . .

My respect for Violet has gone through the roof. . .

I hate Catriona 😒

[shijieswife]

i think about how happy shijie mustve been to be in a happy marriage. how she saw her parents broken, loveless marriage, and must have known thats whats in store for her, as she looks at a boy a little older than her didis, who already looks past her like everyone else and hates her, for trapping him in a marriage with a weak, useless cultivator. who he didnt love.

she must have been so happy, when the betrothal broke. still sad, always sad, always caused by the boy who she - didnt love, but could love, or loved the idea of, she didnt know. the boy who besmirched her name and embarrassed her publically, the both of them, the both of their clans. but she would be free. of a loveless marriage. of making the boy - she didnt quite love, didnt quite hate - unhappy. making herself unhappy. maybe, she would have a husband who loved her, and little ones she would raise with the same gentle hand she raised her didis.

(i think she was scared. a little, a lot. because she hardly had the best marital prospects, and to be a spinster is a fate worse than death.)

but i think she would have been happier when jin zixuan, matured and so grown up, spat out an embarrassing confession to her. after chasing after her, finding excuses to be with her. she must have been happy, to finally get that romance, that she only heard about. dreamed about. longed for.

she mustve been happy at her wedding. bittersweet, without her xianxian there, a large piece of her heart missing. happy, that she could have shown him her wedding robes. married to a man, she knows, xianxian would begrudgingly approve of as the years went on, as a-xuan grew to be more and more good, finally shedding the last of the gentrys silly ideas. dangerous ideas. (she can only hope that for a-cheng, too. she never had to worry about that for a-xian)

she must have been the most happy, when her stomach swelled and her husband strutted around like - well, yes. a peacock ! attended to her every whim, made her giggle. jin furen, for all her faults, saw to her like the mother she never had, all fussing and gentle hands. still sharp, ever the violet spiders sworn sister (or something more), yet kind in a way yu ziyuan could never have been.

and when she held jin ling in her arms, his chubby cheeks, his fat hands clutching her finger so tightly, like he was afraid of her leaving. grabbing his fathers sword, disregarding everything else, like he feared for a-xuan leaving, too. jin rulan, she thought, pleased.

i think, even in the last few weeks, she was happy. even when her a-xuan died, and all she could manage was one long wail, in the recess of their room. when they accused her a-xian of such vile things, things he would never do, not in his right mind, not on purpose. when jin ling cried, and would not stop, unless he held his fathers sword. because jin ling was there, her lingling was still there. she could be happy, for him.

i think she was happy, when she died. because her wei ying was there, her xianxian was still there. she would be happy, that he would live to see another day.

still sad, for her lingling, her didis, the mess she would be leaving behind. but hopeful. because she hoped that her a-ling would forgive her, that he would be raised well, into a good man.

but happy, because she knew wherever she would go, in the next life, she would be reunited with all the pieces of her heart.

and hopefully, it would be happier.

[lazarusrisingx]

Alright so this’ll be my first official one shot for this account yippee!! Im starting off with something fluffy cause ya boi hasn’t written fan fics in quite a while (yes i was a fan fic writer before but i wanted to start over cause i abandoned that account tee hee)

summary: A fluffy one shot where sylus teaches you to ride his motorcycle and you..kinda fail at it

also for one shots i think im gonna use MC instead of Y/n as the name? if yall want me to change it for the next one just lmk.

this story also diverges from the actual lore of LADS, its mentioned theyve already had some past ‘romantic’ moments tee hee.

triggers: mentions of scrapes and blood, no serious injuries, motorcycle incident without helmet, uhhhh there isnt really anything triggering so yeah! just pure fluff and scared sylus

might be a bit ooc sylus but im tryna stay true him, also excuse my bad spelling im gonna autocorrect everything but im writing on my phone so don’t judge.

okay lets get it peoples!!

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It was a relatively nice day in the N109 zone. Crime seemed to hold itself for the crisp cool weather that decided to roll in over night. The sky was less murky grey than usual and a few patches of blue peeked through fluffy white clouds. The sun was near setting as MC and a certain silver haired man sat in his office.

“..you want to what?” Sylus asked, not looking away from a manila folder in his hands.

“I want you to show me to ride your motorcycle.” MC repeated.

The tick of the grandfather clock was the only sound that could be heard for a few moments. MC felt for a moment she might want to take back her recquest, but Sylus silently set down the folder he held and leaned back in his chair with a sigh.

He rubbed his eyes, and folded his arms, studying the girl without expression.

“If you do-“

“Your telling me the great wanderer huntress doesnt know how to ride a simple motorcycle?” Sylus interrupted. the edge of his lip quirked up in a slight smirk.

MC narrowed her eyes at him.

“Its not in the training for us to be taught to ride or drive.”

Sylus tilted his head, before speaking again.

“You mean you dont even know how to drive?” It sounded as if he was holding back a laugh.

“Will you teach me to ride or not! I can hire an instructor if you wont.” MC said, purposefully dodging the question of her driving skills.

She had thought about asking Sylus before, but lately the two of them hadnt had a single afternoon to do anything besides… questionably legal missions. It was so nice out that she thought itd be a shame to spend it in this dark and dreary office.

Sylus stood up without a word, dragging his coat off his chair and picking up the manila folder. He punched a code into one of his many safes and placed it inside for safe keeping, and went for the door.

“Are you coming? Or should i roll out a red carpet for you sweetie?”

MC stood up quickly, a smile sliding across her face as she followed him out of the room.

The two walked down the hall of his house quietly. She felt excited, and slightly nervous. Sylus didnt seem like the most compassionate teacher she couldve found. however spending money on an instructor was something she never intended to do in the first place.

Sylus glanced down at her as the two stopped by his room.

“you cant wear shorts, and I cant wear dress pants nor this shirt. Go get changed.” Sylus said as he opened the door.

MC gave him a questioning look as he opened the door for her, leaning against the wall waiting for her to enter.

“I dont have clothes here.” MC stated.

Sylus shook his head, his hand twitched and an invisible force pushed MC forward.

“I had the twins pick something up for you in case you needed to stay here for a while, itll be the third drawer from the bottom sweetie.”

the surprise on MC’s face mustve been obvious, because a quiet chuckle left Sylus.

“Dont look so surprised kitten, we work together enough that if you end up injured under my watch I’m not going to send you home to recover alone.”

“How do you even know my size in pants?” MC asked as she lifted out a pair of jeans. surprisingly they looked as if they would fit quite nicely.

Sylus leaned over her, his chest brushing over MC’s back. He was much warmer than she thought he might be, and the contact sent a slight spark of electric through her. He opened the top drawer of the dresser and produced a pair of black pants and a nice fitted black shirt for himself. MC glanced up to find Sylus peering down at her with a curious expression. Was that a smile she saw? If only for a split second. Sylus lingered against her for a few moments, pretending to look for soemthing else before taking a step back.

“I told them to look in the kids section.” He said.

MC turned to scold him, and found him unbuttoning his dress shirt, his silver hair dangled in front of his eyes as he looked down, the shirt parting just enough to expose a strong muscular chest, before MC promptly turned around her face turning bright red.

“Ill find a bathroom.” She said quietly.

“Straight ahead sweetie.”

She made a bee-line towards it, not looking back to see how Sylus’s eyes followed her, or the smirk on his face as he pulled his shirt off.

MC shut the door behind her, heart pounding in her ears. It was an odd reaction since she had seen him shirtless before. although it was different because this was unexpected.

She wiped the image from her mind and quickly got changed. Sadly, the pants fit her perfectly. MC was truly curious as to how Sylus or the twins figured out her size but it wasnt something she was ready to look into.

MC walked out from the bathroom, Sylus was dressed in all black his shirt was tight enough to show the outline of his abs, and make his arms look incredibly huge.

Sylus was finishing a message to someone on his phone. He glanced up at MC once before he finished the message.

“letting the twins know we will be out for a bit. I expect youd like to go to dinner after we are finished?” Sylus asked.

“mmm sure, I saw a hot po-“

“im picking where we eat. I dont feel like going to linkon tonight.” Sylus interrupted

He stood up and opened the door for the two, motioning for MC to walk out before him. She obliged, and the two walked in silence to his garage. Sitting in a parking spot was his usual black and red bike. The paint shiny from being newly washed, not a speck of rust nor dust decorated the expensive equipment.

“do you atleast know the basics of controls?” Sylus asked.

“theres the clutch, throttle and break. i know that much.” MC responded.

Sylus nodded, he pulled the kickstand up on the bike and began to slowly walk it towards the exit.

“Mine has some.. enhancements, so youll have to go easy on the gas. turning is fairly self explanatory. but as i said before take it very gentle. I dont want a scratch on this bike.”

MC nodded and followed behind him. She was getting nervous now, but she knew Sylus had a decent driveway that she would be able to drive around, that way she could avoid any extra cars or pedestrians. the few times she had driven a car, she had done fairly well, although went a little slower than the speed limit… by ten miles.

If anything, her only worry was annoying sylus with how careful she was!

The two walked out of the small garage and into the cool outside. wind rustled the small trees and birds chirped quietly around them.

“Get on here.”

Sylus held out his hand as he kept the bike steady. MC carefully got into the drivers seat and set her feet on the rests.

“put a foot on the ground so the bike can tilt when i let go.” Sylus said

“like this?”

MC put one foot on the ground, and Sylus let its weight rest on her. It was heavier than expected but nothing she couldnt handle. He took a step back and folded his arms.

“Turn the keys in the ignition, let it roll forward a bit so you know how itll feel.”

MC fumbled with the key for a moment and the engine roared to life. She smiled proudly, and looked to Sylus who was to focused on watching her slowly roll forward.

“Turn the gas a bit, and ride to the edge there, you dont need-“

MC thought she had pressed the gas lightly. she really did. Instead, the bike shot forward across the driveway, pointed not towards the grass, but the exit to the driveway. A scream escaped her as she pulled her foot onto the rests.

The wind ripples through her hair as she sped towards the entrance to the street, the handles wobbled in her hands, and within a second she was flung from the bike.

Metal screeched awfully on concrete as the bike was sent skidding towards her. Her body tumbled over the driveway, the rip of jeans and the feel of gravel driving into her arms didnt feel like much as she watched the bikes path heading straight for her.

MC threw up her hands, curling up expecting to be hit by the skidding motorcycle, but the impact never came.

The sound of heavy footsteps and muffled yelling made her open her eyes. Her vision was blurred, and her ears rang slightly. In front of her was a barrier of black and red smoke, instead of hitting her, the bike had been stopped not a second to soon.

“MC! For fucks sake!” Sylus yelled.

MC began to shake a bit, not from the pain in her arms and legs, nor the throbbing headache from hitting her head. She scrambled to her hands and knees. Sylus was running towards her, an unfamiliar expression on his face. His crimson eyes glowed brightly from using his evol.

“Sylus i-i didnt think itd be so sensitive!”

the barrier dissipated and MCs heart lept into her throat. the bikes previously shiny paint was nearly fully scraped clean, the seat had a few tears in it, the handles previously rubber grip was now worn down to the metal on one side. there was a bend in the rim of one of the wheels.

Tears filled MCs eyes as a mix of anxiety and fear pierced her heart. His bike was ruined! the one thing he had told her not to do was crash this, and less than a minute on it she had!

MC’s hands brushed over the ruined paint job, she barely noticed the blood dripping from her arm or down her hands, nor the pain of dirt being gritted into her badly scraped knees.

“What are you doing, what are you doing?” Sylus asked.

he had dropped to his knees beside her, grabbing a firm hold of both arms, that same unrecognizable expression written all over his face. his grip was firm, but MC didnt look away from the bike.

“Your bike! Sylus is swear i didnt mean to do that! I was gentle l-like you said I didnt think-“

“the bike? the fuck are you on about sweetie look at you!”

His voice was harsh and demanding. his eyes were still glowing crimson as MC finally looked at him. She was trembling badly. finally she noticed the blood now coating his hand and her arm. her lip was also split down the middle, and a cut on her cheek.

“I-ill pay for the bike Sy-“

“the bike? you think i give a fuck about the bike i have ten more just like it.”

He dragged the two of them to their feet.

“but you said-“

“your hurt.” Sylus said plainly.

His eyes scanned her wounds as if he was looking for something.

“Its nothing-“

“we are going back in.” Sylus stated.

in one swift motion he lifted MC off her feet, carrying her like a princess. MC was speechless as he stepped over the bike, walking quickly to get the two of them back into the house.

“You dont care about the bike?” MC asked.

Sylus glanced down at her.

“Why the fuck would i care about a damn object right now.”

MC paused for a moment, she stared up at his face, now noticing a thin layer of sweat over his forehead, his eyes darting back and forth and he looked… pale. was he scared? panicked?

the last thing MC expected from him was concern over a few scrapes and bruises. Well, maybe they werent scrapes. with each step her adrenaline wore off, and throbbing pain came over her entire body.

Sylus brought the two of them to his room, slamming the door open. The twins stood there together, talking back and forth.

“Boss- wait is she-“

“get out.” Sylus said gruffly.

“Boss are you alright? you look-“

“I told you both to get!” Sylus yelled.

The twins looked at the both of them for a moment, before scurrying out of the room.

“They could patch me up sylus you dont have to do this.” MC said quietly. he ignored her as he gingerly set her on the plush comforter.

“sylus the blood, i cant ruin more of your things.”

“why do you think i care about ‘things’ MC. sit down and wait for me. if you can get into your shorts put those on or im taking your jeans off myself.” Sylus said.

MC watched him enter the bathroom and rummage around. She didnt know what to think. of course her first thought was that he would be more concerned for his bike, he had seen her get hurt by wanderers before and hadnt seemed so… upset by it.

She found her shorts on the floor and slowly peeled the ripped jeans off herself and tugged on her shorts. her leg was definatley sore and bruises already began to blossom over her thigh. the concrete had rubbed away quite a bit of skin, blood dripped down her leg and onto the floor now.

without a word sylus came back in, his eyes had finally stopped glowing, and in his arms he held rolls of bandages antiseptics, tape, and cobain.

“i can do this myself Sylus.” MC said

“no.” Was all Sylus had to offer.

a wave of black and red smoke pushed MC back onto his bed. it wasnt as rough as usual, almost like a cushion pressing her into place.

Sylus knelt down in front of her. eyes narrowing as they scanned over her leg.

“shouldve been more careful.” Sylus mumbled.

“i know im sorry.” MC replied

“no, not you. I shouldve been more careful. that bike has enhancements on it, its to much for a beginner i didnt think about it.” He said.

MC grew quiet for a moment.

“well i wont die.” MC said, trying to lighten the mood.

Sylus didnt seem impressed. he hesitated his hands hovering over her leg before he grabbed a damp cloth and began wiping blood from her leg. His hands were calloused from boxing and fighting, but he was much gentler than MC expected.

“you wont die, but you still got hurt.” Sylus said after a moment.

he folded the cloth over itself and cleaned the edges of her wound. He gently brushed one of her scrapes, causing MC to grimace.

“sorry.” he mumbled quietly.

his free hand left the bed where it was planted, and gingerly took hold of hers.

“squeeze when it hurts, you wont harm me sweetie.” He said. His crimson eyes flicked to hers making a bolt of electric shoot through MC’s heart. she hesitated, before giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

sylus’ shoulders relaxed a bit after this. he picked up a new cloth, and doused it in antiseptic.

“it has lidocaine in it, but it might sting a bit.” Sylus said

Thankfully, he didnt try to clean the wound in sections. he paused for a moment and pressed the cloth firmly to her scrapes. MC grunted and squeezed his hand. When she looked back at him he was gently rubbing his thumb against the uninjured portion of her leg, looking at her with that oddly concerned expression.

“better?” he asked.

MC nodded her head letting out a breath. He lifted the cloth, now that the area was numb he was able to thoroughly clean the bits of dirt out. the process was repeated over the second patch of scrapes on her calf. Sylus slowly wrapped her leg in cobain and gauze, before sitting on the bed beside MC.

“are you alright sylus?” MC asked.

He had kept his usual snarky comments to himself the past few minutes and it was slightly worrying. Sylus turned his head to her and looked her up and down.

“you shouldve worn a helmet.” He said quietly

“well i wasnt intending to drive more than five feet.” MC replied.

a small smirk came across Sylus’ face.

“five feet? I thought youd have more confidence in yourself sweetie.” Sylus said.

MC laughed quietly and shook her head.

“my teacher didnt seem to have much confidence ‘ride to the grass’ i beileive you said.” MC replied.

Sylus quirked up an eyebrow.

“it seems i was right doesnt it?”

He gestured to her still injured arm, and held up a clean cloth.

“still got another spot to take care of sweetie.” He said.

MC groaned quietly, but turned so he would have a better angle for it. She looked away and waited for him to begin cleaning the wound. instead he leaned towards her, his hand slipping around to the back of her head and pulling her forward. MC nearly protested, but Sylus placed his hand on her back after resting her head to his chest.

She could hear his heart, beating extremely fast for someone so fit.

“just… a moment.” Sylus said quietly.

MC practically held her breath for a moment, before taking in air. his cologne smelled nice, a mix of fresh spices and expensive cigars. the muscles under her head her soft but firm. his arm resting around her body in a hug. Sylus was hugging her.

tentatively, MC put her good arm around him. it felt right, her anxiety and worry began to slowly melt away the longer they stayed like this. her eyes grew heavy, and she began to relax more and more against him. he was so solid, his chest rose and fell under her, slowing down after a moment or so.

“dont worry about the bike sweetie. really. im more concerned about the fact you were… injured.”

MC smiled slightly.

“The great leader of onychinus is concerned for me?” MC asked

a chuckle vibrated through Sylus’ chest. he almost sounded releived.

“more than youd know MC.” Sylus said quietly.

MC’s heart fluttered slightly. she closed her eyes as Sylus began to move again, his free hand found the back of her head, beginning to rub her hair gently as he pressed the cloth to the side of her arm. It wasnt long before the two had to seperate to allow sylus to wrap her arm.

“Why dont we order food tonight. I dont really feel like going out again.” MC said.

Sylus cleaned up the bloody cloths and nodded his head. he began to make his way towards the bedroom door.

“you pick the spot, ill pay.” Sylus said.

“absolutely not, i just trashed your bike-“

Sylus stood up and in a few strides crossed the room to stand in front of her, he leaned down and tilted her chin up to make MC look at him.

“how many times do i have to say that i dont care about the bike, just that you dont have a damn head injury?” He asked.

MC stared up at him for a moment, Sylus brought her face a little closer, speaking quietly now.

“I got you hurt today MC. The least i can do is pay for a damn meal.” He said.

MC couldnt help but look between his eyes and lips. was she insane to think about kissing him now? they were so close, and it wouldn’t be the first time one of them had made an attempt like that. Sylus scanned her face. did he just lean in more?

There was a knock at the door.

“Boss? we were just wondering if you needed us to get the bike out of the driveway.” One of the twins said.

Sylus looked dissapointed, and slightly annoyed. he released MC and turned away from her, going to the door and opening it.

“Ill come out and help you, one if you dispose of these. MC, you might want to change your shirt. Ill be in the living room when your done, sweetie.” Sylus said.

MC was left alone in his room. bright red blush creeped over her face as she slumped back on his bed. She was cursing herself slightly. Part of her was angry she even thought of kissing him, the other half was angry she didnt.

She flopped over onto her stomach groaning loudly before she sat up again.

Another uneventful night of eating in.

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maybe ill make a smutty part 2 to this one? maybe not straight smut but some good steamy kisses and things like that idk.

uhhhhh yeah! i havent written in a little while so i dont know how good this is or isnt!

if yall have any ideas for other oneshots then just lmk. im currently working on the storyline for a yandere!sylus x reader fic so i might drop some teasers for that when i can.

in the meantime ill alternate between fluff and smut, i can do some sad stories to but they gotta have good endings cause i cant stand my mans to be sad like that.

also gonna work on some zayne material because i love my mans zayne just as much as sylus if not a bit more. i feel like he doesnt get enough love fr.

okay byyyyyee hopefully this was good.

please credit me if you share this story

[logbush]

are your requests still open, i would like to request Quinn Fabray and freader meeting when Quinn sees r walk into a street sign, something cute and funny of Quinn being attracted to clumsy r because of her walking into the street sign

Crazy for You

873 words

fluff

quinn fabray x reader

A/n: please send in more requests guys lmao. i only have so many ideas lolol. like literally anything you can think of

you loved new york. the sights, running around the city, and not to mention broadway. it was your dream to live here. but for now, you were just here for show choir nationals.

you stood in the middle of time square, taking in all of the sights. you stood like this until your best friend, santana lopez, grabbed your shoulders and shook you gently in an attempt to scare you. you jumped at this before looking at her, visually loosing up. “dont do that san” you said as she stood next to you. “its pretty isn’t it?” santana asked. you nodded “i’ve always loved it here” she smiled and looked at you “okay we need to talk, you know that pretty blonde girl you like” she said as she turned to you. you breathed in slowly to calm yourself down just at the thought of her. “you can say quinn, its not going to hurt you” santana rolled her eyes, “she’s over there” she said while nudging her head to her right. you quickly followed her head before internally swooning. you could tell she was laughing, and not just one of her giggles, but one of her hearty laughs.

santana put her hand on your back before pushing you in her direction. “you have to come with me,” you stated, not taking your eyes off of the girl. the cheerleader next to you rolled her eyes “sure whatever” she began walking towards quinn but you stood still “y/n, come on” she stopped and looked at you. you didn’t move “im scared” santana laughed and grabbed your hand. “you’ll be okay”

you were not okay.

“hey quinn!” santana yelled to the blonde. quinn turned and looked at the two of you with a smile before running over to you. santana continued pulling you. you slowly moved your feet before you saw flashes of red and heard a loud WHAM. you collapsed to your knees, holding your head in your hands. santana knelt down next to you.

you just ran into a stop sign.

infront of your crush.

santana put her finger under your chin, lifting your head up to look at what could've happened. “oh y/n..” she said, slightly pulling her lips back, a way of empathizing with you. there was a large gash on your forehead with some bruising beginning to form. quinn knelt down next to you and santana with a soft smile. “are you okay y/n?” the blonde asked while looking at you. “oh yeah, dont worry about me” you reassured with a smile “we should clean it” santana said. quinn agreed before helping you up off the ground and onto your feet. you three walked off to find schuester, your arm interlocked with quinn’s.

“hey schue!” quinn yelled once she saw him. schuester followed her voice before looking shocked once he saw you “what happened?” he said as he walked towards you three. “y/n ran into a stop sign” santana stated bluntly. schuester looked at your gash “god, i think you might need stitches, lets get you to a hospital” you sighed and nodded.

quinn and santana sat next to you while you were on the hospital table. the doctor walked in “alright, so you ran into a stop sign huh? mustve been the fault of one of these pretty ladies,” he said as he looked between the two girls. santana stifled a laugh before you shot her a glare. “this is a pretty nasty cut, we’re going to have to give you a few stitches.” he stated. you let out a breath.“ill give you a few minutes while i get set up” santana looked between you and quinn before smirking at you “i have to go to the bathroom, i’ll be back in soon” you looked at her, glaring. she had a smug look on her face as she left the room.

it was quiet for a few minutes, the only thing cutting the silence was the hum of the ac. quinn stood up and walked over to you, standing in between your legs. your cheeks felt hot as you looked at her “that was really cute y/n” you raised an eyebrow before wincing in pain as it irritated your bruise. “what was cute?” you asked her as she held her hands behind her back, “you, running into a stop sign, because you were so distracted by me” she said with a soft smirk

your cheeks turned red (like the stop sign), trying to avoid any eye contact by turning your head away. quinn quickly used her hand to turn your head back towards her. she smiled and gently caressed the apple of your cheek. “what are you trying to get from me?” you mumbled. the blonde in front of you gently bit her lip, you could see the indecision in her head before she went for it. she placed a chaste kiss on your lips. you sat stunned before the blonde quickly pulled away before starting to turn. you quickly stopped this by grabbing the back of her neck and kissing her again. she kissed you back, putting her hands on your waist.

santana walked in, cutting yours and quinn's kiss short. “aren’t i such a good wingwoman y/n?”

[stitchwraith-stingers]

(some-what of) an analysis on patty possom(?)

inspired by this post on the PE-AZ yes this episode is my fave yes i unironically love patty yes i was a fnaf kid yes i am utterly deranged

some of these r incoherent because its midnight and i wanna post this as fast as possible before i go to bed and wake up at the crack at dawn

yayyy patty ^_^

one of the first things ive noticed post becoming alive like the next frankeinstine is that her eye wasnt fixed by the mechanics, which as ill discuss later imply a sort of negligence (? i think) to the properly, i however dgaf and like to interperate this as her having a lazy eye <3

she seems to be a genuially nice person!!!! um . i dont know how to continue this paragrapth pretend theres something here thats interesting

imagine being born into the world and already having a dreadful fear of being abandoned. crazy, mustve impacted her very hard

though this probably means it gave her fake memories or she was already sorta vaugely away of whats happening?? like psudo sentient?? if that makes sense, how the hell do you know this girl, you havent BEEN to the devils sacrament

the way she goes about it and the ending shows that she has no clue on how to socialize or their cues at all, or just cuz of the pov its intentionally shown as more creepy (which it probably is, you could hear her go "where r u going :(" in a sad tone), shes a massive werido and i love her for that

point is, shes nice but has no idea how to say "nooo dont leave me haha" normally cuz she just appeared 2 seconds ago with no idea of proper communication, does that make sense..... help

heres the thing i love about this the most, shes at the end of the ep shes seen dragging background character #47 in the same tone of voice and hes seen uncomfortable. PAN TO THE NEXT SLIDE IN WHICH THEY SEEM OK IN THEIR PRESENCE

LIKE . THE GUY JUST ACCEPTS HER HAND TO HOLD WHEN SHES SHOCKED..... THEY R BESTIES AND IM TIRED OF PPL OVERLOOKING IT, and the fact that i dont think we get to see him again (cuz they couldnt fit him anywhere in the background? i think) makes it better for me, balding old guy notices furry twice his size scared of being left alone so he decides to stay here just for her.... MANNN

the general area

lets see, were right off the bat were introduced to a good few places, the fun tunnels, the game zone, a claw machine thats rigged, the place with the signature snack which i wont go over because thats kinda of its own gag but its sticky and probably unhealthy, and the main stage

i assume the fun tunnels are made with a holograpthic effect inuniverse, and i think theres some LED lights in there to make it glow, i was going to say its polyethylene plastic but i dont think that exists google stock photos lied to me, also not related but it looks like a horrible spray paint job was done on this thing lol

also acording to the lyrics theres supposed to be 3 more members, a raccoon, cat and turtle . i dont think we see craggle in photo though rip (if theyre not a sphyinx ill be dissapointed), tyrone seems to have a 60's? aesthetic going on, rascal has a punk aesthetic going on and patty has a more modern aesthetic ? i think, the spiked collar is throwing me off

from winns dialouge in the start implying that they havent been here in a good while ("when i was little" ur in 5th grade) and the fact that their instruments are still there, then this was probably a recent desicion, or atleast long enough for a 10 y/o that hasnt been here in awhile to be upset by this and for patty to be immediatly spawned in with abandonment issues

along with a rigged claw machine and the snack i think it implies that the people over there who own this establishment are probably really cheap, and the fact that the PRAMBY snack is really sticky is definatly going to cause some health issues down the line, something something fazbear entertainment

oh and also, theres like a split second frame where this shows up, obviously its just there as a morbid joke but atleast it shows us this establishment is atleast old enough to have someones decaying body be bone by now, which after writing that makes me sound stupid because skeletonization might not take as long as i thought it would ("3 weeks to several years" depending on the surroundings)

whoever was there seemed to have been stuck for 25 days at least and has gone undetected, which means this place is linked to one unsolved missing persons case and they dont have a clue (most likely), also theres ballpit balls inside this thing i fucking guess?? theres no actual ballpit in the place idk what this kid was doing

i have tried to make up a map of how the place looks but im always bad with rooms ? and i had to take a fewwww small creative liberties with this cuz i couldnt figure out where theyd be but close enough👍👍

[sbk-zgvlt]

hey. hey. hey sebek zigvolt lover. pokes you. i have a scenario for you. (i want to cause you psychic damage)

for once, the neighborhood kids invite (INVITE!!!) little sebek out to play. he doesn't understand why they suddenly want to play with him, but his family can see how he's physically vibrating with the prospect and encourage him.

it's a trick.

they do play with him for a little while, all to convince him to 'play' a game that includes a large boulder that's split into a small crevice at the bottom. the littlest of the group squeezes through the rock and dares him to go next, what, isn’t he a fae? (if only he could realize the malice in her tone.) of course he can! sebek flattens himself down to his stomach and begins to pull himself through. he gets stuck. when he realizes he can't move forward or backward, the children laugh. he's not a fae. after all, his father is a human! to think he actually believed he was worth their time. their giggles fade as they run off, sebek still trapped under the rock.

nightime arrives. and it's so, so cold. he stopped wailing for anyone to come and help him hours ago, drowning in what the other kids told him. but he sees a light! bobbing! in the distance! he cries out again his desperation, voice hoarse. the voice that calls back makes his blood run cold.

..it's his father. clearly having simply thrown a jacket and armed himself with a lantern. he's the only one in the family who needs a piddly LANTERN, because he is human. he can't see in the dark like everyone else can. sebek does a total 180, shouting his heart out that he doesn't need to be saved by a HUMAN. especially not be the human who is the reason he's trapped right now. if only his father were any other man, if only he were a fae, he wouldn't even be in this situation in the first place. the comments roll off of his father, who's only priority is saving him, but he can't. he can't. he's too weak and too scared of possibly harming sebek in the process.

sebeks mother arrives soon after. she's the one to save him, even if his father was the one who located him initially. when he's freed, he clings to her, spilling his feelings about how scared he was, how cold, how mean the other children were so openly, so freely, something he would never do with his father. all his father can do is gently stroke his hair, because any further than that would close sebek off to him again.

.....after that incident, sebek rarely leaves the house again. the next time he walks out of the front door with so much excitement is with the company of his grandfather, boasting about someone special he has the privilege of meeting.

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU/pos

AUGHHH I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO ADD ONTO THIS THIS IS PERFECT

Sebek blaming his father for getting him into that situation because SURELY the others wouldve let him play with them, wouldve helped him out from under the rock if he didnt have his nasty human fathers blood inside of him. Surely.

And how he immediately opens up to his mother!!! Esme does her best to soothe Sebek, whose tears never seem to end, while she casts a concerned look from time to time towards Lidaeus, who looks lost even as he gently strokes Sebek's hair

Both of them mustve been worried to DEATH, and Lidaeus was horrified to find Sebek trapped under the rock, but he couldnt do anything. He was helpless. Just like right now, when he couldnt even comfort his very own son.

I wonder what its like for Lidaeus Zigvolt, to know that you've damned your child to a life where he would never be accepted to either side. Too different, too similar to the other, too much and too little.

I wonder what it's like for Lidaeus Zigvolt to know that he will never be enough for his son, the same way Sebek will never be enough to the people around him

[jaemified]

I COULD NEVER LIE TO YOU.

“maybe i finally understood why you were the way you were. or maybe you just never tried to understand me.”

☆ pairing ; toxic bf lee chan x fem reader

☆ genre ; hurt, ANGST, no comfort, toxic relationship, y/n vents but she has no one, slightly suggestive content

☆ warnings ; swearing, drinking, implied substance abuse, mentions of cheating and sex, y/ns insecure af (and only cz he made her that way), chans a gaslight and manipulator but also very possessive !!

☆ wordcount ; 0.9k

☆ synopsis ; youve been struggling with a toxic relationship for years now, but you had no one to tell that to, or anyone thatd believe you at least. so while your boyfriend slips out for the night to god knows where, you use this time to write down and express everything youve bottled up all this time.

☆ kona speaks ! - i think its funny how i always start with swearing in cw when its not anywhere near the worst thing in the story LMAOAOAOA anyway sorry i havent uploaded in FOREVER.. college is so hard (+i love my new format! all my drafts from the past 2 months are written like this:))

!disclaimer!, this is a pure work of fiction and is not in any way related to chan and his personality! purely for entertainment purposes only, and for me to express some thoughts :)

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OCTOBER 31, 2023

you had left me on my own yet again. its not like i had any true friends left to be with anyway, after you scared them all off, that is.

who knows where you couldve gone.

no, the real you.

my sweet, sweet channie i fell in love with all those years ago.

where could you have gone?

maybe i wasnt good enough, maybe i wasnt pretty enough.

or maybe you werent understanding enough.

i always thought it was me, but maybe it was you all this time.

i like to think back at when we were last happy, god. that mustve been ages ago, just about.

it was.. my 16th birthday?

-my 16th birthday-

it was.. the day we had to put my dog down. my puppy since i was young. i remember it all clearly now.

i was..

-i was..-

we, we were 17.

mmm, my dog was probably my best friend. the realest one in a while.

i remember how you were there for me, even took me to my favorite donut shop to distract me while you tried so hard to make me laugh.

it worked.

i wish you were still you when we were young.

my sweet channie.

where could you have gone?

i could care less about your whereabouts.

i could care less about how you told me i was lying and that you knew i loved you whenever i tried expressing how i felt about us now.

but maybe i just want to be loved again.

maybe i just want to feel something again.

and i know it cant be with you.

i remember the last time you brought me out we were at mingyus halloween party last year.

nobody could find you, so i went to look for you myself.

i noticed your location was still shared with me, and not any of your friends.

so i tracked you to our car.

-our-

i tracked you to your car.

(since nothing that was yours was mine anyway)

and there you were.

fucking some random girl in the backseat.

that was the last day i saw any of my friends.

you never let me out again.

“you cant go, youll just be in my way.” you said before you left for soonyoungs christmas party.

“you cant go, i cant bare to see you hurt again.” you told me before i was about to leave to my own birthday party planned by my friends.

“you cant go, youll just play victim in front of all my friends and cry about how i fucked another girl.” you told me before you left a few hours ago.

i never know with you. but, i know deep down you care.

somewhere.

its always how y/n cant go here, y/n cant do this. or, shes too busy, we have something planned, shes not home.

even in the way you always spoke over me i knew you were just trying to speak for me.

but what about you?

why cant i have a say in anything you do? why do i get everything taken from me? why did you scare off all my friends and even make your friends hate me too?

you always came home high or on something whenever a different girl each time, dropped you off after you came back from a different party.

i never missed the way theyd look at me.

as if you said something about me.

because you know i never forget the look on someones face

it wasnt till later when i found out from wonwoo that everything you did to me, you told those girls thats what i did to you.

i learned to be quiet though.

i learned to sit there and smile, and just take it.

there was nothing i could do though, theres nothing that couldve changed your actions.

i mean, i cant control you.

so why can you control me?

the channie i knew from when we were 20 wouldve consoled me and been there for me.

the channie i knew from when we were 15 wouldve just laughed about how mr seo accidentally buzzed his head in the boys locker room.

the channie i knew from when we first met in grade school wouldnt even have thought about doing half the things you do now.

so where did we go wrong?

i still think about that.

was it, when we hit puberty?

was it, when we moved out?

was it, when we graduated?

our first date?

the day i found out you cheated?

y/n scoffed as she looked at the giant brown teddy bear in the corner of the room that chan had won for her on their first date.

she let out an annoyed sigh, thinking back, looking back at whatever point in time that couldve even reflected a glimpse of this change in him.

it was too subtle, but too sudden, for her to even remember.

she took a sip of her ginger ale before picking up her pen and scribbling some more in her diary that only she had the key to.

who knows what he’d do if he saw all the things she said about him.

you really werent much help.

nevertheless, i still love you.

i really fucking love you.

i know you do too.

i know a part of you inside still cares for me.

i could even cry thinking about it.

yeah, i realize i dont get out much.

but you never hurt me.

physically, at least.

the emotional damage is beyond repair though.

but i know theres still a bit of the you from our youth left.

i see it in the way you look at me.

no matter how mad,

how upset,

how happy,

how sad you were,

whether you were high,

whether you were drunk,

even when we were younger too.

you always looked at me the same.

that softened gaze and warm eyes.

the eyes never change. the eyes dont lie.

i mean, you could deny it (which id only laugh if you tried), but your eyes tell.

maybe thats why im still holding on.

maybe im just waiting for the boy i first fell in love with to randomly come back.

the chances are slim.

but i still hope.

im holding on.

by a thread, at least.

not like you’d let me leave anyway.

i could say how theres still love left within us

probably, somewhere

but when was the last time we were genuinely happy?

what do you get out of this?

because it isnt happiness. it cant be. you wouldnt be here if you were.

we’re both miserable. i see it and feel it.

it’s like, im just here for you.

i can understand the pressure though.

everyone would ask “how did you make it through college?” “how did you make it through high school?”

they dont understand though. you kinda made me

-you kinda made me-

they dont understand though.

i mean,

maybe i finally understood why you were the way you were

or maybe you just never tried to understand me.

i could tell you all of these things.

but i couldnt.

because i could never ‘lie’ to you.

[fishuijuu]

Thinking about marceline hearing simon apologize to her again post series and what that mustve felt like after so long

In marcys super secret scrapbook she recites an incident where feeding simon a banana calmed him down from a frenzy (probably due to starvation besides the crowns influence.)

he finally recognizes her afterwards and starts apologizing profusely. she can't do anything but hug him and watch him, confused and scared but also very aware of why he's apologizing (at least subconsciously) she's been watching him fade in and out all the time. she doesn't tell him it's okay, she hears the sorrow in his trembling voice and has no idea how to respond, so she keeps hugging him and prays he wont disappear again. she loves him and he loves her, she never once doubts that aspect of their relationship even when he eventually leaves her/all the times before where he couldnt keep it together. (essentially dealing with an unstable parent in the literal post apocalypse she sees its involuntary and wants to help up untill the very end, still he decides shed be safer without him and finds her biological dad grasping at straws(and his own fading inhibitions.)

so imagine what a post series conversation mustve felt like......he has apologized to her many times before and was almost never in his right mind during it. (because being coherent had been so foreign and there was never enough time. his madness and grief made him seek out a dead woman before her as he was dying) marceline is an incredibly strong person and that tight package includes all her complex feelings for simon. he's literally her dad, he asked her so desperately to forgive him for whatever he did or will do when he doesnt remember her. Im so ill about Them I remember you is such a good episode its so good that I'm kinda glad they dont revisit most of the themes in other episodes because it hit the mark just right.

adoration, indebtedness, appreciation, anger, sadness, fear, disgust and shame, the eventual solace she found in caring for ice king, her sense of responsibility and patience and so much more, marceline has felt it all in relation to simon. she respects him and feels for him yet still gives herself the space she needs for her own emotions.

[eliteseven]

I can imagine possessive Shadowheart mustve been giving the drow twins quite the death glare in sharess caress lol

I think it’s funny bc this might’ve been right up Shadowheart’s alley (prior to Tav and back in her Sharran days- she even says she doesn’t mind sharing if Tav doesn’t, in the game)

So maybe Tav is just nervous as hell bc she *thinks* Shadowheart wants this, based on her history, and she doesn’t have the nerve to tell her she is not a sharer. (She’s working up to it lmao but she’s also scared to lose Shadowheart, I think)

The Drow twins ask them outright by hitting on them both, so Shadowheart drapes herself against Tav as she’s known to do, gives them *the glare* and requests an empty room for Tav and herself only.

Tav realizes then that:

1. She should probably just ask Shadowheart about her expectations instead of making assumptions bc she was so damn wrong 😭

2. Shadowheart has no interest in sharing, anymore 😌

[skylertheghost]

im placing my bets rn so that in like 2-3 years time i can reblog this and be like "NO FUCKING WAY"

(important note: IM NOT A SM LORE EXPERT I JUST WATCHED THE EPISODES AND IM BASING THIS OFF OF THOSE)

okay so its like a theory (GAME THEORY) that skids dad is the cult leader, most likely. and we know that his mum wanted to get rid of her husbands stuff, right? no normal widow would want to get rid of all her husbands possesions so he mustve done something REALLY bad. (probably making a death cult idk /sarc)

thats pretty obvi, but skid has also shown that he has an immunity to monsters and spirits and stuff (besides moloch). and even pump has a bit of immunity to a degree, not going into a daze like everyone else when seeing the eyes. it makes me think that skids dad probably had similar abilites like this and made this community of people to figure out if they could achieve human immortality by being able to communicate with these eltrich beings that no normal human is able too. at same point he probably fucked around too much and died somehow to these beings.

due to being, ya know, A CULT LEADER, he probably manipulated Lila a fair bit. which could be part of why she wanted to get rid of his stuff, but maybe also she found out about some of the things he had been doing. but maybe not the eltrich monster part, since she seemed scared and shocked by dexter like any normal person who wouldnt know of things like that (or at least thats what i remember i havent rewatched the series in a bit) and by ep 6 she probably thought all these incidents were related to him somehow.

Now with skid. like i said i think these "powers" got passed down by his father. and it seems these beings always come to skid in some way or another, maybe they knew of his father and took some sort of liking to him. and even though moloch did NOT like him, skid unknowingly kept him at bay. which is odd, seeing how Father gregors attempts at banishing Moloch was hard and repetitive to do.

And with Pump, i think somehow he might have some sort of "powers" like skid. just not as powerful as his. and i think that might be partly why his parents have completly abandonded him and his sister. in those photos they seemed exetremely loving and careing, even making sure to leave the two of them with a family member. there mustve been something dangerous.

so tldr i think

-skids dad has these "powers" so he can talk to eltrich beings and used them to start his cult.

-uses these abilites to find knowledge about how to achieve human immortality

-probably died the beings somehow.

-skids dads powers got passed down to skid

-pump also has these abilites just slightly different and not as powerful

-may be why pumps parents left

[chavatangakwunua]

sometimes i think about what happens next after one of my failed runs

imagine, anton rayne, cleaned up his predecessors' mess with a vaguely centrist economic revival and a more democratic constitution but gave up to rumburg like a coward even though the army situation wasnt even that bad (it was and i lost to them in this run but let's assume i didnt)

obviously everyone is mad as fuck at rayne for losing all that territory. he just went from a pretty good president to the SCREED OF THE EARTH AND A TRAITOR.

rayne knows this all too well and resigns. retreats out of the public eye and moves to some nondescript house at the edge of the city with the wife and kids.

nobody vists him for years. everyone eventually thinks he died or something. good riddance.

then comes a knock at his door. rayne opens it to see none other than lucian galade himself.

anton smiles at him and invites him in. lucian looks a little taken aback at anton's state. anton notices and says, "not what you expected, huh?"

"it just, does not look like a house worthy of a former president, that's all."

"it's an okay house, just like how i was an okay president. and my childhood home was much worse than this."

"right." lucian uncharacteristically is at a loss for words.

"if youre wondering where the rest of the family is, the kids have both grown old and moved out. monica is still working to further the rights of women in the country so she isn't at home most of the time." anton's face doesn't change except for a slight tick in his left hand. "or, more realistically, she couldnt stand to see my face after i sold the country off to rumburg. she has her own house now."

lucian sees that all the family photos he remembers lining the walls in anton's old house (hes only ever been there once but he has a good memory) are gone. theres a few left, of deana with her friends in kyrute, franc with his wife in united contana, cut-outs of photos of monica in the newspapers. university pictures of anton and petr.

"what about you, mr vice president? i see you still havent married."

lucian shakes his head.

"no. and i see you've been keeping up with the news." of course. rayne mustve seen at least the headlines when scouring for mentions of his (ex?) wife in the papers. of course he didnt miss his old advisor lucian galade managing to score himself the vice presidency without him.

"im not mad," anton assures. "its hopeful to see at least someone surviving the dumpster fire of my presidency unscathed."

"i know," lucian says. anton laughs at this. lucian just stays tightlipped like he always is.

lucian keeps returning after this. brings him expensive wine and cigars and sweets. anton jokingly accuses him of corruption and lucian shuts him down. they play chess. anton tells him about work (he teaches economics) and his personal life (can you BELIEVE what my next door neighbour did yesterday??). lucian, meanwhile, doesnt ever talk about his work or his personal life.

one time anton babbles about something one of his students spat in his face once. hes laughing it off but lucian is bothered. he asks why he lets his students speak to him like that and anton tries to wave it off. "im used to it," he says. "and he was right."

the conversation turns to anton's old presidency.

"why did you do it?" lucian asks.

"i was scared. i knew our army was good but not good enough, and we didnt have enough allies to fill in the gaps. we wouldve lost. and to save everyone the trouble i wouldve killed myself." he turns his hand into a shape of a finger gun and places it on his own head. he mimes a pow and his brain getting blown. "maybe i shouldve done it anyway."

lucian tells him to knock it off. anton just giggles (its the alcohol isnt it) and mumbles something about simply following petr's path.

lucian apologizes for bringing it up but anton keeps on going. how nobody would miss him anyway, how everyone was right, how hes a stain on the nation that must be cleansed

lucian slaps him hard enough to startle anton out of his funk and says lucian is going to miss him, so he better not do it.

anton sputters out an apology, looking completely flushed (is it still the alcohol?) and then they kiss