#this is definetly one of the worst years out of all I have been in uni

[kacievvbbbb]

Look I like Roger enough, I understand what he represents and I generally don’t think he was a bad dude. I do however think he was shit at interpersonal relationships because, what the fuck. Whitebeards crew is infinitely more well adjusted and I’d say he arguably had the more traumatic death.

Like what even, what kind of planning leads a 53 year old man to sire a child knowing he is dying of an incurable illness and is about to turn himself in to be excuted by the marines where he will cause so much chaos it is literally still turning the world on its head 22 years later. He knew he was going to cause so much of a stir that he literally disbanded his crew and told them to spread far and wide to keep them safe. Because he knew the marines would hunt them far and wide But yet he still brought a baby into the world. Babe. What the fuck? What even is that? What was the thought process. I sincerely hope it was an accident and not a deliberate attempt to bring about a new era.

Because if so babe I need to see the recipe or I’m afraid we can never let you cook again

[valkyrietookmoved]

This is... Without a doubt the year I'm doing the worst at academic wise....

[recreationalfanfics]

Twisted Wonderland x Lab Rats Crossover HCs

The world's first bionic superhumans.

They're stronger than us. Faster. Smarter.

The next generation of the human race is-

STUCK IN TWISTED WONDERLAND?!

Because I'm hyperfixtaited and love making crossovers, I've decided to make a crossover where YOU can choose which Davenport sibling you want to be and what dorm you'd be sorted in and what your life would be like as a bionic human in Twisted Wonderland. The reader will be using gender neutral pronouns but if I overlooked some please let me know!

Feel free to send in asks or questions about this AU!

Before We Get Started:

- Ace and Deuce are still your very first besties and are the ones who meet you first.

- Grim is your precious kitty and still calls you his bionic henchuman and definetly uses you to get out of situations he got himself stuck in.

- I'm sorry but Crowley is so Donald Davenport coded so you're not as surprised or annoyed by his narcissistic tendencies.

- You've been here at NRC for a while, as a result, Ignihyde managed to build you a bionic recharge chamber in Ramshackle.

- I haven't finished book 7 yet so pls keep that in mind.

- I'm rewatching the show currently but I'm not following any specific timeline.

Adam Davenport! Reader:

- The thembo of your siblings and now, of NRC.

- Okay, but imagine that you see your little brother, Leo, in Ace and Deuce. Ace obviously reminding you of Leo's more mischievous and clever side and Deuce reminding you of his more well-natured and clumsy side. As for Grim, HE'S LIKE THE PET YOU NEVER GOT TO HAVE.

- The fact that you're living at a school is your worst nightmare though. Trien and Crewel have you absolutely stressed😭 During studying sessions, Ace and Deuce get somewhat annoyed with you but they do know it doesn't come easy so they help you study by explaining it to you the same way they would to a five year old.

- But, thanks to your awesome durability that you keep hidden from teachers, if you guys ever feel unprepared for a test then you just casually fall down the stairs and Ace and Deuce act all worried for your safety and BRAVELY volunteer to skip class. However, you kept using it as an excuse a bit too often much to Ace and Deuce's dismay so they eventually caught on.

- You are the BANE of Riddle's existence, you have no regard for the rules AND you aren't able to be collared. Much like how it is with Floyd, Riddle openly despises you but unlike Floyd, YOU DON'T CATCH ON THAT HE DISLIKES YOU. Which makes him feel guilty and puts him at an impasse.

- Since Riddle's collars only work on people with magic, imagine that you can just rip it off with your bionic strength. When Riddle first used his unique magic on you, Ace and Deuce were in ramshackle when you walked in with one of the collars on.

Ace: "OH NO, RIDDLE PUT A COLLAR ON Y/N!"

You: "Haha, guys, check out this dope friendship necklace Riddle gave me! I'm gonna take it off and put it somewhere safe! AW, MAN, I BROKE IT....I'm gonna ask me to make another one!" and then they have to stop you.

- LOWKEY, SAVANNACLAW IS THE PERFECT PLACE FOR YOU. The other guys love having you there but also, they will be nicer to other students because you are still a hero after all. When you see them messing with other people, you lift them up and put them in air jail.

- You're like Leona's little court jester ngl. While you're not a complete idiot, you're pretty foolish and it can get entertaining for a while but when you get a bit too destructive, he will have Ruggie escort you out. He likes to take naps on you, though, especially because if someone disturbs him then you shoot a warning shot with your laser vision and are all: "SHHH! The kitty is sleeping!" But if Grim chooses to kick Leona out of your lap, you 100% obey your favorite kitty.

- Jack is your one-sided rival. He wants to be just as strong as you and demands to train with you. He even tries to copy your work out regimen and kinda stalks you to try and learn how you're so strong but then he sees you casually lifting up the sports shack for Vargas.

- BRO, AZUL WOULD 100% TRY TO PUT YOU IN A CONTRACT. A strong bionic superhuman with laser vision AND the ability to breathe underwater whose incredibly stupid and naive? It's like you were sent to him by the Seven themselves. So Ace, Deuce, and Grim and your other friends have to steer you away from him.

- Azul: "Y/N?~ Would you be interested in a deal!"

- You: "Yeah, sure! Just let me finish my applesauce."

- Ace: "Y/N, NO! You're not allowed to make deals with Azul, he's a shady businessman, remember?"

- You: "Ooooh, okay. Sorry then, but I can't."

- Floyd: "Silly Tiger Shrimp, it's opposite day!~"

- You: "Okay! Sorry guys, I have to make a deal with Azul- Wait, I mean NOT make a deal with Azul! Hehe~"

- KALIM IS IN AWE OF YOUR STRENGTH, Jamil thinks that you're a clumsy and reckless fool and he doesn't trust you around Kalim. Like, Kalim was talking about how Jamil is so awesome at basketball and in awe of how high he jumps so you're all: "Haha, wanna see what it's like?" and Jamil walked in on you THROWING THE HEIR OF THE AL-ASIM FAMILY AT A HOOP.

- Jamil: "KALIM, ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?"

- Kalim, on the ground: "THAT WAS AWESOME!"

- You're not allowed in Scarabia without supervision, nevermind that you have to be a certain distance away from Kalim because JAMIL REFUSES TO LET THAT HAPPEN AGAIN.

- YOU ARE EPEL'S HERO, HE TOTALLY LOVES HEARING YOUR STORIES ABOUT SAVING YOUR WORLD AND THINKS YOU'RE AMAZING. Like, Vil is forcing you to sit down for a makeover and you're all: "Oh, this is like the time I had to sit still to get ready for my interview after stopping an asteroid from hitting the planet." and Epel is all: "AWESOME!" and Rook is next to you and is all: "Tell us more about this enchanting tale, mon cœur brave!~" and Vil is trying to stop you from eating make up.

- I'm sorry but Epel would so try to convince you to throw Plasma Grenades at Vil when he's overblotted😭 and he's all: "What!? I'm sure it won't hurt him that bad!"

- During book 6, YOU ACTUALLY DON'T THINK IDIA'S FAMILY HQ IS THAT CREEPY and you feel so nostalgic. Like, they go through the sanitation station and you're all: "Aw, this reminds me of my capsule back at my dad's lab in his basement...I miss my dad...and Bree and Leo and Tasha...and beating up Chase...AND CHASE!"

- But when you're fighting the other overblot monsters, that's when you show how much of a competent hero you are. You're protecting everyone and keeping them safe, as well as doing your best to keep the monsters away as your fellow classmates try to recharge the thunder spears.

- Idia would totally want to uncover your bionic biology to see if he could improve upon Ortho and you're just there like: "WOAH. At least take a bionic person out to dinner first before you ask to dissect them, man-" and Idia just being all flustered.

- YOU AND ORTHO being technogically advanced buddies, obviously there's huge differences between you guys but YOU AND HIM JUST HAVING SLEEPOVERS AND IT'S JUST YOUR CHARGING PODS BEING IN THE SAME ROOM. Anyways, he totally brings out the older sibling instincts with you and Idia kinda tolerates you and your thembo ways.

- MALLEUS THINKS YOU'RE SO FUNNY and he just laughs when you say something foolish but Sebek is all: "STAY AWAY FROM LORD MALLEUS, your ignorance is an insult to his majesty!" and you just kinda wanna bully him a little bit because he reminds you of Chase but in a bad way. When Silver falls asleep, you just carrying him around and stuff because he's your friend! Lillia also finds you amusing as well ngl, you're such a spirit young individual.

Chase Davenport! Reader:

- OKAY, BUT YOU LOWKEY PANICKED AT THE REALIZATION OF NOT BEING IN YOUR WORLD. Not only because you're in a strange and totally unfamiliar world but BECAUSE YOU'RE NO LONGER THE SMARTEST PERSON.

- Ace and Deuce during the detention thing were just staring at you weirdly as you read and try to get as much information on the world of Twisted Wonderland as much as possible. Grim literally having to sit on all of your books or swat them out of your hands.

- Even though you respect and like rules, you think that the ones in Heartslabyul are kind of excessive but YOU STUDY THEM REGARDLESS because you will not be caught lacking. So when Ace and Deuce come to you and they're collared, you're all: "Ha, let me guess, you forgot to take your shoes and wear them around your neck today, huh? Amateurs." and they just glare at you or roll your eyes.

- Despite that, as an experienced team leader, you can somewhat influence the Adeuce doubt and Grim to listen to you and they do respect you to some degree when you're not being a know it all. GRIM WILL BRAG ABOUT HOW SMART YOU ARE and try to convince you to let him copy your work and you're all: "Grim, when you cheat, you're only cheating yourself." and he just hisses at you and you roll your eyes.

- Tbh, I love the idea that when Riddle went through his Overblot, you were using your bionic supervision to analyze the threat but then Ace punched Riddle and you're all: "Oh, okay, that works too, I guess."

- While Adam! (Y/n) would fight the Overblots, your concern would lie in protecting your fellow students so you tell Adeuce and Grim and any other students to come close to you and you activate your force field to protect you and them.

- During the whole Savannaclaw thing, you were the first to figure out about Leona's whole plan but you were quickly humbled when he Overblotted. When he's done, you and him bond about being younger brothers with older brothers. TO BE FAIR, Leona admits that you have it worse because Falena doesn't constantly throw him around.

- Also, if you have a sensory overload because of your enhanced senses; I can totally see Savannaclaw kind of having a room to calm down because, like, they're Beatmen. You don't necessarily like Savannaclaw but they do think your martial arts skills are cool.

- DURING THE EVENTS OF BOOK 3 IS WHEN YOU ACTIVATE YOUR COMMANDO MODE and everyone meets your alter ego, Spike. Like, Floyd is threatening you and your commando app takes over and you and him duke it out. When you finally take control, Floyd is all: "WE HAVE TO DO THAT AGAIN, DWARF SHRIMPY! THAT WAS SO FUN!" and you're confused while Jade is all: "Huh, who knew Bionic Humans can be so interesting and complex!"

- But yeah, while Azul took you as a fool, you do a very good job at finding loopholes and mistakes in his contracts to help people out of them. Which he would find respectable but sadly, that's bad for business. So much like he does with Jamil, HE WOULD SO WANT YOU TO JOIN OCTAVINELLE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE. IMAGINE THE PROFITS.

- During Schemer of the Scalding Sands, you totally agree with Jamil and sympathize with the fact that he never got to have a normal childhood. HOWEVER, he is still doing bad things and as a hero, you can't excuse that behavior. I can see you guys being good friends and bonding with each other.

- ALSO, Chase was always awkward girls so imagine that you're awkward around pretty people in general. Like, you meet Vil and your brain short circuits and you're all: "H-Hi!" or you'll be explaining things and Vil is all: "Davenport, I need you to help me with something!" and you just turn around to face him and you're all: "...Y-Yeah, sure! Okay! Wow, your eyes are so pretty-" You also totally agree with his perfectionism and not just because he's the most jaw dropping person you've ever seen but also because you're a perfectionist yourself.

- YOU'D BE IN THE SCIENCE CLUB WITH ROOK AND TREY. Mostly to learn about the amazing science of this new world but also, you show off a bit of science of your own. Trey is super impressed by your knowledge of chemistry and Rook is their like: "Oh, how does one become as smart and charming as you?" and then you just giggle and blush and you're all: "Haha. You don't mean that~...Do you?"

- LIKE THE REGULAR CHASE, YOU'RE ALSO A HUGE CUTIE. You would totally love to watch cartoons and play pranks on people except they're completely harmless pranks. Jade will do something to annoy you and you'll be all:

Y/n: "Jade might think he got the best of me but little does he know, I'll get the last laugh!"

Ace: "I've never seen this side of you before, Y/n. What'd you do?"

Y/n: "I switched his No. 2 pencil with a number 1 pencil. LET'S SEE HOW YOU LIKE SMUDGED NOTES, LEECH. CAN I GET A HIGH FIVE!?"

- And all of the first years just look at you and leave you hanging and you frown and you're all: "See, its perfect because No.1 pencils are higher in graphite and much softer, so they're more prone to smudging-" and they're all: "No, (Y/n), we get it. It's still stupid."

- I can see you hanging out in the Ignihyde dorm, mostly because they have all the resources needed to try and figure out how to get back home but also, I can imagine that after a few months of coaxing and bonding with Idia, you guys would become friends due to your love for your siblings and your awkward ways.

- I CAN TOTALLY IMAGINE YOU AND HIM GAMING WITH LILIA, aka, Muscle Red. I can also see that Ortho would adore seeing you and his brother getting along, until you both sneak out of gym together to go and play your video games.

- I love the idea that you would love to listen to Malleus talk about gargoyles and you'd look up things with your supercomputer brain. You also would love your guys' walks because he can talk to you and inform you more about the magic in your world and you can talk to him about the science in yours. Your mind is still getting used to the idea of magic but Malleus would totally love to see your views on everything.

- SEBEK THINKS YOU'RE AN INSOLENT HUMAN, how dare you think your stupid human brain can match to that of the Great Malleus!? But he does admire your dedication to knowledge. SILVER SOMETIMES DOZES OFF WHEN YOU TALK but you're used to it and sigh but Silver tries to assure you it wasn't because he was bored.

Bree Davenport! Reader:

- Much like the ICON that is Bree Davenport, you will 100% sass back Crowley. He has to ask advice from Mozus on how to approach you since he's handled sassy teenagers before but that knowledge is sadly limited when it comes to BIONIC sassy teenagers.

- Not to mention that you're very maliciously compliant with him. When he asks you to run an errand and tries to imply he'll turn off Ramshackle's electricity if you don't, you just roll your eyes and go do it. But NOT BEFORE YOU TRASH HIS OFFICE WITH YOUR SPEED.

- When it comes to Grim, you totally decorate him with cute little bows and pamper him but you guys also exchange witty comebacks and retorts once in a while.

- ACE WOULD LOVE TO PIGGY BACK RIDE YOU SO HE'S NOT LATE TO CLASSES. At first, you did it out of the kindness of your heart but when he kept trying to trick you or guilt trip you, you ended up just dropping him off on the opposite side of campus from his classes. He was made but Deuce defended you.

- You're a little bit of a romantic as well, sometimes bordering on delulu but to be fair; you were raised in a basement and occasionally allowed to watch high school musical dramas. And being sent to a magical all-boys college is a dream come true!

- Until you have to deal with overblots and the very real possibility of innocent people dying, then you're just reminded that this world isn't SUPER different from your other world but being a hero is a never-ending job.

- You don't really get along with Riddle but you and Cater would be such good friends, you carry him to take him to places he said would be so "magicamable" and you turn invisible and listen in on all of the juicy gossip so you can report back to him and you two can giggle about it.

- You would 100% be able to tame the rowdy Savnnaclaw students because size doesn't scare you. You would be a little bit of a simp for Leona because he fits your type and he gets kind of annoyed by it but when you go back to your usual sassy and fiery self, he does kind of think twice.

- As for Jack, he admires your speed and likes joining you on runs. You happily let him know whether he's getting faster than you or not, even if he knows it's not achievable to be as fast as you, you do a good job of helping him monitor his progress. He reminds you of a smarter more competent version of Adam!

- You and Ruggie would team up to sometimes do small jobs, only if he handles the gross stuff just because you personally can't, but delivery jobs are up your alley because of your speed and you guys split the profits.

- Speaking of profits, AZUL WOULD LOVE TO TRAP YOU IN A CONTRACT TO WORK AT THE MONSTRO LOUNGE. When you briefly took Ace and Deuce's place to work, you were a one person serving machine. Getting impatient when dishes weren't done fast enough, you ran in the kitchen and took care of everything yourself.

- However, he now tries to make it not so obvious because the last time he did, you created an tornado with your super speed and shot him and his creepy twins from it. Floyd thought it was the coolest thing ever and begs you to do it again, while Jade pretended to sniffle as he mourned about how, "rude bionic humans are to poor eels like them."

- As for Scarabia, after Jamil sends you guys into the dessert and they have to make an oasis, you're just there like, "So...I'm going to just speed my way back to the dorm. Meet you guys there!" and then you're off.

- I DO THINK YOU'D BE IN THE POP MUSIC CLUB WITH KALIM, CATER, AND LILLIA. So after the events of book 4, you do kinda make sure Kalim doesn't put so much on Jamil. Such as throwing a party and you help him with the decorations instead so Jamil can have a break or, at the very least, you handle the clean up yourself.

- Also, you're not as surprised as everyone else is when Kalim decides to forgive him, purely because your uncle/father was forgiven from killing you and your family multiple times.

- OKAY BUT YOU WOULD SO BE IN POMEFIORE, after all, you've longed to be an ideal sophisticated and classy version of yourself. However, it simply isn't possibly when you're around your brothers who love to mess with you and tease you. So Vil is your go-to when it comes to makeovers and bonding. I'M SORRY BUT BOTH OF YOU BONDING OVER BEING NEPO BABIES *but well deserving nepo-babies* and it's nice to finally have make up without someone EATING IT OR DOING SOME WEIRD SCIENCE THING WITH IT.

- Rook, per usual, will be a freak as always and try to hunt and stalk you like he does with Leona and the other non humans. According to him, you are "the most elegant of prey. With the eyes of a soulful bird and the speed of a gazelle." and you'll use your speed to run away from him but he would totally have a list of places that you would run too and meet you there.

- Like Bree, you always wanted to have a friend that was a girl so you totally mistook Epel as one and that did not bode well for the both of you. Still, you make it up to him and tell him about how being strong and manly isn't really all it's cracked up to be.

- When it comes to Idia, he gets so nervous and flustered around you because you're so...peppy. Whenever you speed into his lab, he gets all nervous and flustered. Sometimes you tease him about being a nerd but you mean it in a loving way. YOU ADORE ORTHO THOUGH. He's such a cute little guy♡

- When fighting overblots, I can imagine you use your super speed to evacuate everyone and use your invisibility to jump out and surprise them at the last second.

[snapepoupouilleowo]

tua s4 Five and Lila relationship (spoiler alert)

I honestly think that Five and Lila aren't a bad idea... When you think about it, they spent 7 years together and only together. In hard circumpstances, they only had each other, of course it creates a deep feeling... personally I think their relationship is believable and strong. It's not only passion, it's friendship, desire, love. They definetly have some chemistry, even when it was only platonic. It's a raw and honest portrayal of what it means to love under extraordinary circumpstances...

Some says that the Five we know would never do that... But honestly he always has been morally grey, and yes he would do anything to protect his brothers and sister but remember when he almost shoot Luther because he menaced to throw Dolores out the window ? He would do anything for the ones he loves. Not only his family. And seriously, il you fall in love with the wife of your brother, and you don't know when you'll be out of this liminal space, you just... live ? I don't know how to put it in words but you don't think abaout that kind of stuff anymore. And for the ones who says that Lila have kids with Diego and blah blah blah... First off all, why someone would force themselves to stay with someone just because they have children together ? And second, honestly, tua never been really great at displaying parental affection. It's like the children are just some things they throw when not useful at the story... I mean, Claire ??

And for the bracelet thing... No one tought that it may have been a way to expose the fragility of the relationship between Lila and Diego ? Because if I would have to portray the decline of a marriage, that's typically the kind of thing I'd use. I don't deny that their relationship was beautiful... But like most people when their couple is based on passion, it never lasts. Diego and Lila were beautiful together. But her feeling died down and it's neither the fault of Lila nor Five. And Five deserves hapiness more than anyone because he never has it fully. And I agree that cheating is bad. But The English Patient ?? No one complains about the cheating here. Poeple pull this card when it suits them.

And finally, for the age, it's umbrella academy guys ! time is like... a theorical concept. We don't even know the real age of Lila ! she may be 74 for what we know...! And Five is adult physically and mostly mentally. Because if you really start to think like that, The Handler was a fricking pedo ! But she was not and the actress told that she probably had an affair with Five. The thing is, people just don't like this relationship (Lila and Five) and try to find anything to go against it. And I agree with everyone, cheating sucks, the ending was clumsy and akward but the relationship between Five and Lila is... well not the worst. Thanks if you read all that, sorry for the mistakes I'm french and write without a translation tool, and I'm more than open to debate

[sunsetsmakemesad]

Something I love about Demon Slayer fights is that they all have some sort of theme to them. The major ones especially. Like- they're not there just to flaunt the characters strength, they have such depth and symbolism to them.

It's actually one of the things I see people complimenting the most in kny- the symbolism. And, same, its honestly my fav part of the show, along with the characters.

Now let's look at the major fights in infinity castle:

-Douma vs Shinobu, Kanao, Inosuke

-Kokushibou vs Muichirou, Genya, Sanemi, Gyomei

-Akaza vs Tanjiro, Giyuu

-Muzan vs #everyone

When we look at these fights, we see that in every one of them there's some sort of connection between all the participants. Something that ties them together.

°•☆Douma vs Victory trio(I heard someone call them that and I really like it)☆•°

First we have Shinobu encountering Douma, once she is killed, Kanao enters the scene, and shortly after her, Inosuke.

There's something that they all have in common. What? Emotions.

All of these characters can be closely tied to the concept of emotion. Shinobu has suppressed all her inner rage for 4 years, and finally let's it out during the fight. She's furious. She's seething with rage. Kanao has been abused for her whole childhood before butterfly sisters came into the picture. She'd get hit if she cried, it was so bad that her brain registered crying as something that could get you killed, like how we know not to put our hands on a stove because it will get us burned. She CAN cry, but subconsciously suppresses it, in fear of punishment she logically knows won't happen anymore. She also closed of her heart entirely. She was never raised with love and care, thus not knowing how to express properly, finding it easier to just smile and not care. Inosuke was raised by boars in the mountains. Do you think someone like that knows how to perceive human emotion properly? He also gets surprised at small human gestures which don't really make sense to him. All of these characters can't properly express their emotions, but they ARE capable of it. They are human at heart. Emotion is a part of their soul. Then there's Douma, someone who hasn't been able to feel anything since he was a baby. That's the tragedy of his character. And only when faced with a true, emotionless person are the victory trio able to sort themselves out, and reflect on their own souls.

▪¤□¤▪Kokushibo vs Muichirou, Genya, Sanemi, Gyomei▪¤□¤▪

With these characters, what is it that's connecting them and tying them together? Family. All of these characters have at least one family member who they have a screwed relationship with. Gyomei and the kids, Muichirou and his twin, Sanemi and Genya.

But there's a difference here. All the slayers have something in common, they Love their family. Its not to be questioned. They want to protect them and wish the best for them even if their relationship is screwed. Kokushibo isn't like that. He doesn't love Yorichi. He doesn't wish the best for him. He definetly DID love him at some point, but that is lost to time. In their childhood interactions, we see Kokushibo pity him. Pity, not love, those two are pretty different. And then he's later consumed by a burning jealousy, which spirals into hatred.

Eventually, his own jealousy is the cause of his demise. And while many of the other participants of that fight die as well, we are shown people mourning them. Kokushibo dies alone, with no one but the brother he died resenting and wishing the worst upon to pity him in the afterlife.

》◇•°Akaza vs Tanjiro, Giyuu°•◇《

The theme in this fight? Weakness and strength.

Thorought the fight, we are shown the characters conserving on these themes. What does it mean to be weak? When are you considered strong?

Akaza hates the weak, simple as that. This could both be associated with the fact that he was too weak to save Koyuki and his teacher, or the fact that the neighbouring dojo members were weak, causing him to think of all weak people as cowards.

But then Tanjiro brings up a good point, that everyone was weak at some point. Akaza was a baby. Tanjiro was a baby. They were both equally weak. They needed someone to love and care for them. Someone strong. So that they could grow strong aswell and care for the weak. This creates a cycle. Akaza hating weakness is irrational because those he hates so fiercely could grow to become his strongest opponent. Then we have mental strength. Akaza is stronger than Giyuu and Tanjiro, yet he is weaker than them.

×○•♧Muzan vs #everyone♧•○×

This fight was honestly about the concept of humanity itself. What makes us human? Does immortality truly exist? Muzan is faced with everyone he has ever hurt. Hundreds of people. All holding nothing but resentment for him.

"You have stepped on a tigers tail multiple times, and that tiger has now awakened. And they are very angry"

-Kagaya Ubuyashiki to Muzan.

In this same conversation, Kagaya tells Muzan that immortality exists, but it is impossible for a human to become immortal. The only immortal thing are humans wishes and ideals, as they are passed down generation to generation. Muzan has lived for a thousand years. The goal to destroy Muzan has also lived for a thousand years. An immortality that killed Muzan.

Because even if human lives are fleeting, their spirits are everlasting. Because they make connections, because they hope. Because they leave traces of themselves behind.

Muzan is a being that should not be allowed to exist, stated by Tanjiro. Because Muzan is trying to go against nature. He is fighting a battle that he can't win. He hurts everyone around him for he is a coward too scared to face the undeniable truth.

"Ubuyashiki, you were right. All creatures die without exception. Only memories are eternal. You were right. I can't even remember a single person I murdered. When the body dies, everything is over. But the mind remains and it never perishes. Even I was defeated. I witnessed this fact, it moved me and I trembled."

[ray935sworld]

Luca is the secret love child, you idiot! (Lucalex)

please please please tell me more I'm intrigued

OH, this one is my current favorite! It will definetly be published. Here is the beginning:

Luca hadn’t answer his phone for almost 4 days now. Of course, Alex would just assume that the Italian needed some time for himself or he was busy with the academy. After all, he was with all of them together for the first time in months and there was no race ahead. Surely they had a lot to discuss.

But even then, he had always texted him. He had given him a little heads up like “Sorry amore, it’s so busy, probably won’t write much in the next days” or “I need a few days to myself (not because of you). I will call you soon, okay?”. But no messages, no warning, nothing had been the absolute worst. It had actually made him worry.

Maybe something had happened during training. Maybe he had been hurt – seriously hurt – and the academy boys had decided not to inform him to make sure they had a stable condition for Alex to tell. After all, they were friendly, now that Marc was dating Vale again.

Marc was also with them. Would he tell him? Surely. He wouldn’t keep something like that a secret. It’d be cruel… He shook his head, refusing to believe anything his worried mind supplied. Instead he had decided to text Marc.

And finally he had an answer.

He just hated that answer even more.

It were 3 text. The first one read. “Alex, I am so sorry, please stay calm. We’ll figure this out, okay?” Then there was a picture of a child. It was a cute little boy. His blond hair was hanging in his face and his blue eyes were darted at the camera. He waved at him. He was sitting in Vale’s lap. It was obviously a newly taken picture.

The last text read “That’s Luca’s”.

That kid was Luca’s? He stared at the picture. The same hair. The same eyes. The same kind smile. No doubt. That child had his boyfriends DNA.

He felt his heart peak. His heart was racing and so was his mind. The boy was small. He was young. Maybe 3 or 4. But… He and Luca had been dating for 6 years now. They had been dating since they were young adults, still teenagers. They may have dated in secret and for a long time the long distance and hiding from their brothers and the world had felt like they weren’t really together, but they had been.

And Luca had fathered a child during that time. Luca had cheated on him. That’s why he hadn’t answered his texts or call. He had been with his son. And for some reason his brother had known.

He didn’t reply. Instead he took his backpack, threw some food and water inside, took Shira and Stitch and the keys before heading for the car. They’d be going to Tavuilla to get some answers.

[idkanametoputhere]

hiya!

may i request the howswardens with an s/o who has suffered an accident and has been in a coma, and how they react when the s/o first awakens?

bonus if the first thing s/o says when they come back is the housewardens' name...

feel free to ignore if this makes u uncomfy, love ur works byeeee

first of all, hi, hello. secondly, thank uuu<3 and thirdly OMG I LOVE THIS IDEA THIS IS DEFINETLY MY CUP OF TEA SO, AHEM

future mid: I'm sorry but I didn't add idia or malleus, the latter cause I don't have any idea on how to write him and the former just cause I'm lazy (and he's the second most difficult to write out of the housewardens)

type: little angst/comfort(?)

pronouns: they/them

characters: housewardens (minus idia and malleus)

tw: being in a coma, probably a long ass post

masterlist&lt;3

riddle rosehearts

riddle was distraught when he found out his significant other was in a coma. and it was obvious

one second he was extremely strict with the rules, even worse than how he was before overblotting, going as far as to take someone's head for things that weren't even rules

the next second he was careless, indifferent, distant. the sadness was evident on his face and as much as he tried to put on a face that said that he was not affected, he was. oh trust me, he was

he wished he could visit his partner and stay by their side, but he was busy. being a housewarden and a model student came with a lot of work, so he had to settle for just visiting them once a day, or once every two days

he always asked the nurse about his partner's condition, he wanted -no scratch that- he needed to know how his partner was

he was so worried, the poor guy could not take his mind off his partner for a single second

and then a miracle happened, they woke up

he wasn't there when it happened, no

he and the rest of his dorm were holding an unbirthday party, as much as he didn't feel like doing that tradition is tradition

and then some random student came in, running through the gardens of heartslabyul and managing to irritate the housewarden with his rude interruption

"housewarden rosehearts!" said the student, bowing at the second year. "the nurse is asking to see you, they said it's urgent"

that sentence was enough for the guy to almost drop his teacup. riddle stood up and politely excused himself, leaving trey to be in charge of the party as he almost ran to the nurse's office. worry was bubbling inside of him. I mean, what if something happened to his beloved?

"excuse me" he said as he reached the nurse's office "you called for me" he asked, unable to mask his worry

"rosehearts! yes I did"

"they woke up and first thing they did was call out for you"

huh?

the boy was so shocked and so filled with emotions that he didn't even realize when the nurse led him to the bed of his significant other. and there they were, sitting up and drinking some water

"riddle!" was what snapped him out of his trance, a voice he hadn't heard in a while calling out to him. he said their name, still shocked as he sat down to a chair next to the bed and gently touched their arm, as if putting the slightest bit of pressure on them would put them back to sleep

but they hugged him, forcefully dragging him off the chair. and it was all too much, the poor boy started crying, small sobs escaping from his mouth. "please, tell me you are okay" he said as he held his partner, loving the feeling of an embrace that he would never take for granted ever again

leona kingcholar

it wasn't uncommon for the housewarden of savannaclaw to be staying in and not going to class, I mean c'mon, everyone knows that ruggie is the one running around doing any job that is asked of him

but what was uncommon was for him to be laying awake in bed, not sleeping just laying

if he slept he saw nightmares, his partner in a comma flat-lining, their heart not beating anymore. if he was awake he was worried, his mind running off to the worst case scenario

the nightmares were so realistic. many nights he woke up in cold sweat, panicking and his heart beating so fast it could break, not from love but from fear

before the accident he would find comfort in his lovers arms, cuddling with eachother as their worries faded into the air that was full of love

that feeling, that's the one he was afraid of losing

he tried to visit, he couldn't always visit but he tried to. he didn't stay for long though. he tried to but he just couldn't. the images from his nightmares were flooding his mind, making him unable to see his lover on their bed, or according to his dreams, their deathbed

and then one day, just as the nightmares startent intruding into his mind, just as he was about to leave, he heard some shuffling

once, twice, his partner moved three times before opening their eyes, the ones that looked at him with so much love

they blinked once, twice and then

"leona?"

that's the once he had missed so much. the one that would shoot playful remarks at him during the day, and sing heartfelt praises to him at night

but they hadnt seen him

they hadn't turned their head, they were just calling out to him

oh he was so relieved. he headed straight to his partner and hugged them, resting his chin on their shoulders as they were embracing one another

don't blame him though, he thought he lost one of the only people who seemed to find him important. he was never going to feel that fear of them leaving again

azul ashengrotto

azul was scared

his lover, his partner, the one accepted him and loved him in coma?

he was not good mentally. overworking himself as mich as his mind and body could handle, getting annoyed at any minor mistake the employees of monstro lounge made, locking himself in the VIP room and doing paperwork so much that environmentalists came for his ass for using so much paper

he was not doing so well

and his mental health was so bad that it even affected the leech twins, one constantly complaining about how irritable and "not fun" he was, while the other seeing it as inconvenient

he didn't visit his partner, he wanted to but he was scared. scared that one day he'd walk in the room and see his lover dead, their face way paler than it's usual colour, their chest now still, no air going in their lungs

and one day there's a knock on his VIP room, the vice of octavenille walking in. Azul was annoyed, he wanted no interruption from his work

jade took a second to look at his housewarden, dark circles underneath his eyes, which were red from the lack of sleep, his posture bad from how bad his limps hurt

and then he heard the news. apparently his significant other was awake. he stormed out of the lounge the second he heard that, not believing until he actually saw it

and when he arrived the nurse wasn't there, only the assistant being there. they pointed at a chair for him to sit at as they told him to wait for their partner's check up to be finished

"you know, they asked about you the second they woke up" spoke the assistant as they looked between a computer screen and a notebook they were writing in

"excuse me?"

"yeah, they opened their eyes and as we rushed in to check up on them they asked were you were"

the boy was shocked

did you really think so highly of him that your first instict upon waking up was calling him? was he really that worthy?

and then his trail of thought was cut short by the nurse stepping in and telling him he can go visit his beloved

and we'll, you can imagine how that ended up. lets just say there was a lot of tears and meaningful, long lasting embraces

kalim al-asim

POOR KALIM

the sweet boy was heartbroken. his tears flowed like a river at anything and everything that reminded him of his beloved sunshine

during the day he spent as much time as he could by his partner's side, until jamil pulled him off of that god forsaken chair next by the bed of the comatosed person

at some nights, whenever he managed not to get noticed by the vice housewarden, he snuck out and went on long carpet rides, just like he used to do with his partner

he was horrified

the mere thought of his partner never waking up again petrified him, making cold sweat run down his forehead and tears blur his vision

but one day, as jamil was at basketball club practice, when he was supposed to be practicing with his club, he had skipped to be with his partner

his eyes were closed but puffy from all the tears, his hand on his partner's bed as he sat on the chair he had grown oh-so familiar with, the slumber caused by the exhaustion of the crying he did

"..lim?"

"kalim?"

at first he thought it was jamil, or maybe the nurse that was waking him up. but hold up. he knew that soft voice. it was raspier than normal, but that was definetly the voice he knew and loved

so when he opened his ruby eyes just to see his partner staring back at him, awake? he was crying, someone had opened the faucet of the tears of joy and relief

that day he didn't let his partner go until he was forcefully pulled away from them. after that he spoiled them rotten, making up for all th gifts he couldn't give to them

vil schoenheit

another one who filled his schedule to the brim

acting offers? accepted

they want him on a commercial? he's getting ready

he has to fly out for something? he has already packed his suitcase

at first glance he seems unaffected. he just happens to coincidentally be way busier nowadays. but you know, normal actor stuff

of course that didn't fool the vice housewarden of pomefiore, who was growing more and more worried about his gorgeous housewarden even day. he'll even vil's manager was worried

and vil was barely even seen at campus anymore, too busy with his career

he didn't visit. he couldn't bring himself to do it. so he put up that "unaffected" facade, but everyone could notice his smile faltering for a second when he was asked about his lover

and then, during a photoshoot he gets a call from rook, the latter telling him that his partner had woken up and was looking for him

he didn't care about anything else. he dropped whatever he was doing and got back to nrc as quickly as he could

when he arrived back and found his partner he hugged them tightly, he didn't say anything nor did he cry, but his embrace was strong enough to let his lover know that he never wanted either of them to go through that ever again

a/n: I got a tinyyyy bit carried away lol

[winwintea]

i'm a weishennie who stan wayv fro their music in 2019. domino, all for love, horizon, say it their all music was so good. after lc departure i understand they want to new start and change the group music identiy and i love phantom and omy but they are definetly weak title track compared to their previous songs. but gmt and the highest are whole mess. they sound like a newly debuted nugu bg declined songs. go higher is probably worst song i ever heard from nct as someone who stan nct since 2016. but wayv stans acting like their group is releasing back to back masterpieces and shit on nct dream songs and wayv is thriving because sicheng is not there. they are so hypocritical. i just saw on twitter a hhendery stan called dream's last single as worst sm release from this year, their fans really has been so corny but no one fight with them because people pity wayv everytime and ignore these rude comment.

NO BC I FULL ON AGREE I CAN SAY THIS NOW IM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS THIS WAY

go higher is actually the most underwhelming wayv song ive heard its so like they're trying to be aespa ???? but failing??? miserably??? it feels like they tried to toss in supernova, armageddon, and wish by nct wish into a pot and this was the result. and then u have xj trying his best to carry with his crazy vocals but it's not the same as it once was 😭

i've been a stan since 2018, ever since winwin moved from 127 to wayv and since he's my ult i had to support, and i grew to love the group... but i'll admit i haven't been keeping up with wayv as much as i have other groups since the lack of winwin content is making me feel really really guilty 😭😭😭i know it's not true weishennie behavior but somtimes the charm has lost it's appeal when your fav is inactive. like i didn't even stream the highest when it came out...

i also get so so so so annoyed at like solo unit stans who think its okay to bash other units. idgaf if you only stan dream or only stan wayv, but why are you going to shit on other units when they're all literally in the same group?????????????? we're like a family?

i'll have to disagree with u anon on one thing though... phantom is my second fav wayv title track after moonwalk i ate it up fr fr

[trrickytickle]

ICarly: Tickle Headcanons 🎥📺

I kid you not this song goes so hard

ok this feels SLIGHTLY offensive to write for some reason, but I enjoyed it a bunch, request for @tickle-beans

Carly Shay 🌐

As a ler: Her years of living together with Spencer have made her a professional ler. She's mastered quite a few techniques, including tummy-squeezes and dreaded claws of anticipation.. Gangs up on Freddie with Sam, because obviously! Also always gets her chances to get revenge on Spencer, who always teases her for being ticklish when really he's where she got that gene. Once collaborated with Socko to create tickle socks for the show. Most def switch vibes up the wazoo, and is the type to laugh while tickling her ler. Will come up with tickle activities for the webshow (because she HAS)

As a lee: Carly's very obviously and canonically got a ticklish tummy, and it's even canon that Spencer tickles her to cheer her up/annoy her most of the time. They ABSOLUTELY tk fight literally because it's so canonically implied and sibling dynamics have some of the best tickle potential because like??? HELLO. Sam and Freddie also tickle her frequently. A more general headcanon I have is that Carly gang sans Spencer also tickle each other a ton. Her worst spots besides her tummy are her sides and armpits.

Sam Puckett 🧦

As a ler:

Feral as a ler. Will literally just jump at wherever she can tickle and tickle it good. Likes to tease- but it sounds more like threatening. She definitely gets more injured than the lee when she's tickling someone (Freddie and Carly, mainly) and likes to chase lees with wiggling fingers. Knows all of Freddie and Carly's spots, even has charts of them because you know, feral. Whenever a tickle fight starts between the gang, the word "fight" sends a feral response into her brain and she becomes evil asf like she already is. Let's face it, she probably has some strange tk tool, think butter sock. When she goes on to live with Cat, she's the main ler for her, same goes for Carly. Doesn't help that she's stubborn and ticklish and iCarly probably has had a ton of tickle episodes though. Always takes advantage of Freddie's ticklishness because he's Freddie. The butt of the joke, duh

As a lee-

Kicker. Scrapper. Squealer. All of the -ers. Will curse people's firstborns. Spencer is the only one who can manage to hold her down- has the advantage of size. Freddie always tries to tickle her but she turns the tables immediately. Ticklish literally everywhere, only Carly is able to tickle her successfully even IF she does bite- or probably worse. Definetly worse. According to the DGITVSCU (Dan Get In The Van Schneider Cinematic Universe) Sam literally is banned in 6 US states. I'm scared of her, always have been.

Freddie Benson 📽️ As a lee: Always been tickled, like his whole life. Ticklish everywhere, most often tickled by his senile mother AND to make it worse, his friends. Most frequent ler is Sam, who's the most evil ler out of the gang. Honestly, scratch the "his friends" part. Mostly Sam. Still, though, singled out as the lee of the gang. Also bro wears like, the same 5 polo shirts. It was just funny so I pointed it out. Has a loud, wheezy and snorty laugh, which Carly, Sam and Gibby (and potential other guest stars) think is hilarious- well except the main 2 girls, they secretly find it adorable of the love triangle thing they got going for them.

As a ler: This man is out for blood and revenge. Favorite spots to tickle are the sides, ribs and armpits, and always revenge-tickles to no avail, except when he does. He would engage in great switch-banter with any of the girls, though.

Spencer Shay 🎨

As a lee: Reluctant, but doesn't hate it. Often tickled as a bribe by Carly and/or the iCarly crew (most frequently as a means to convince him to do Baby Spencer) Worst spot is his tummy much like his similarly creative sister. Will get tickled as a means of performance art or anything similar. I want this guy as a brother so bad. His laugh is frantic, loud and he's a thrasher but tries not to hurt his ler. Will shut his eyes and whatnot and try to retaliate using his strength advantages.

As a ler: Corny, cheesy, fatherly. Incredibly dorky, will make dad-jokes and play tickle games, as well as pretend to sculpt his lee (typically Carly) like clay. Has lots of fun as a ler, it's all in part to his duty as the fun, paternal figure to be good at tickling. Her favorite spot to tickle is the tummy (it's Carly's worst spot, sooo) and reluctantly takes part in the iCarly.com tickling escapades. Has tickle techniques memorized and whatnot, and enjoys making his lee immobile by pinning them.

[theseprettylittlepixels]

for el: 🐶🎂😊 for joshy: 🎻🔺💙

El

Does your oc have any pets?

She has a Maine Coon cat named Zion and got a Samoyed puppy for her birthday who she named Koda.

When is your oc's birthday? how old are they? what are their sun, moon, & rising signs (if known)? what about their tarot card, ruling planet, & ruling number (if known)? do they fit the typical traits of these sun, moon, & rising signs?

Her birthday is November 13th, she's a Scorpio. She's 21 years old currently, will be 22 this year. Scorpio Sun Leo Rising. Ruled by Mars. Traits are Brave, Loyal, Ambitious, Honest, Independent, Intuitive, Passionate, Curiously Secretive, Possesive, Jealous, Stubbon and Dominating which I think all fits her pretty well honestly. Her rulign number is 4 and her tarot card is the death card which represents transformation and growth which again I think fits her pretty well.

What are your oc's career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life?

She wants to be a fashion designer, she's devoted most of her life to creating her own clothes and clothes for others and she's currently in fashion school. She was supposed to have one of her peices shown for Fashion week this year but.. things happened. In her life she wants to be genuinly happy, to be able to wake up one day and know she's truly happy and the worst for her is over.

Josh

Does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)?

Josh plays the guitar and piano. He also believes he can sing.. but he can not. He's really experienced with the guitar and can play almost any song on it that you ask him to. With piano he's still learning.

Does your oc know how to use any weapons?

Yes.. knifes, lots and lots of knifes and swords. He's been facinated by them his entire life and wants to train a duck to hold one.

Does your oc have any cool/special powers and/or abilities? how are they with magic, if it exists in their world?

Magic definetly exists in his world, he's a werecat so he has the power to morph into a large cat. He also has super powerful hearing and can see very well in the dark.

[neodimyum]

yeah this is a vent! TW for: suicidal thoughts and general topics of decading mental health !!

i'm really just writing this for myself, knowing that i at least put it out on some degree to public, let it out of my chest, sence i haven't told or written anyone about my mental state truly and honestly for months or who knows a year, i keep putting it aside as a joke but it's plainly scary now, it creeps me out, i creep myself out technically

everywhere i look people say that with time things get better, does that mean they are supposed to get even worst first? i can't imagine surviving if that's really it,

i feel like i knkw nothing about myself but at the same time too much, sure i get awareness, but what's it worth for if i don't know how to use it, and if it fades the one moment it could save me

i'm not aware of myself, haven't been for a while now, and it's like every tiny thing is taking a chunk of what i found about myself to them, i guess that's why the 'character thing' happens, where i'm under the definite believe that i am or was at some point a certain fictional character, it comes and goes, i suppose it's there to make me think i am someone who knows themselves, but it sucks, what do i get from it?

i've cried from killing my brother, i never did that in reality. i've yearned for past lovers, i never had them in reality. i cried from not having my old body, which i never had in reality, the one i do have howhever, i forget about, just totally, i sleep in front of a mirror and scare myself everytime i wake up because that shouldn't be my face, and i forget to care about it, just let myself rot.

and with time it's definetly gonna get horribly worse, i've seen my parents, the older you get the worse your mind is, they keep telling me how in the family certain conditions run, and that with time they got worse, so i got myself a deadline, i only got about 25 years left to live i suppose, so i get to live out my 30s but don't blink during my 40s, i get to acomplish the few things i want so i have my fun and not just suffer, i do daydream about being saved though, but i won't be worth it at that point, and even now, the only people i would let save me aren't real or have simply gotten away from my life

everytime i see the news, watch a new series,

i watched the umbrella academy, silly little show was fun, untill i finished and fully believed the world was ending, they were after me and that if i died the world wouldnt, everyone looked like the characters, i hid everytime i saw something in the corner of my eye,

all of the things that gave me comfort were ripped from me, in some way or another, and even the things that still are become too much at certain points,

i've hallucinated more before, seeying my favourite characters, it made me go to sleep, something i could not go because i didn't want to see the next day, now it's more like objects, but before yesterday i saw a pine cone on the floor when walking home from school, when i went to pick it it just sorta dissapeared

i genuinely don't wanna die but i don't want to have to be supported by someone else, having to depend on someone else to know whats real and whats not, that's not a life worth living if i cry everyday because i truly believe it's my last day on earth,

i hate crying and shaking silently on class, but i guess may as well just be scared of shootings so

[ecefromeden]

"Carmilla came before dracula yet it's not as popular🥺🥺"

Yes i can see why

The writing is shit the character's are shit the story in itself is shit everything is just shit and the only reason people even fucking like it is because it's a "lesbian romance book" which it's fucking not, i mean don't get me wrong there are very intimate moment's between bitch ass Carmilla and Laura but in the end nothing comes of it and it's always written as one sided (kind of because like i said the writing is shit so it's hard to really say a definite thing) and the intimate scenes are only written to showcase how queerness is a sin which the writer is so bad at doing their fucking job that they can't even manage to fucking do that.

But y'know it's not just the book in itself i hate, it's tolerable and definetly not the worst thing i read, what i hate is how people portray this book to the public. They make it sound like it's some 18th century forbidden lesbian romance between two passionate lovers when in reality it's not like that. Carmilla is just using Laura, she's literally using her idk magical vampire powers on Laura in order to make her like her so she can suck out her blood until she fucking shrivels up and dies like she has done to countless other woman, and despite Carmilla using her magical abilities Laura still mostly doesn't display any sort of romantic feelings towards her and only sees her as a friend, in fact if my memory doesn't fool me since it's been like a year i last read Carmilla, there are moments where Carmilla low-key forces herself onto Laura despite Laura saying she doesn't like it and stuff.

And not only that there is a huge power imbalance between Carmilla and Laura, not just because Carmilla is a vampire but because Carmilla is so much more wiser than Laura, she has been manipulating Laura since the day they met, she's been sucking out blood from her every night and causing Laura to have hornyish feelings as a side effect mind you WHILE SHE'S SLEEPING and WITHOUT HER CONSENT, like i can understand just sucking out blood but getting intimate with someone who's sleeping and causing them to feel things they don't want to is fucked up, and people romanticize that shit

Oh and also if that's not enough Carmilla has known and tried to suck blood from Laura since she was a CHILD, A COMPLETELY DEFENSELESS CHILD, AND MOTHERFUCKING CARMILLA EVEN USES THE MEMORY OF LAURA IN HER OWN GAIN AND SAYS SHE'S ALSO SEEN LAURA IN HER DREAM ONCE AS A KID AND THAT THEY WERE DESTINED TO MEET AND SHIT FUCK YOU CARMILLA

AND AND AND IF THATS NOT ENOUGH AFTER LAURA LEARNS WHAT CARMILLA REALLY IS AND WHAT SHE'S BEEN DOING TO HER AND THE WOMEN BEFORE HER(finally after a million clues being shoved into her and everybody else's faces) SHES TRAUMATIZED FOR THE REST OF HER FUCKING LIFE AFTER CARMILLA DIES, SHES NOT TRAUMATIZED BECAUSE CARMILLA DIED SHE'S TRAUMATIZED BECUASE OF WHAT CARMILLA HAS DONE TO HER AND HOW SHE USED AND BETRAYED HER AND HOW SHE ALMOST MURDERED HER

LAURA TO THIS DAY IS STILL SO HAUNTED BY CARMILLA THAT SHE THINKS SHE HEARS HER FOOTSTEPS THROUGH THE MOTHERFUCKING HALLS OF THE CASTLE

And putting all of that fucking aside Carmilla as a person is just fucking annoying, she has constant mood swings she's borderline psychotic and despite being a vampire is very frail and weak and faints very easily like how you gonna be a manipulative ass vampire and have iron deficiency at the same time pick a goddamn struggle bitch. She's also very pushy and like i said she's just a walking red flag in general, i do not understand how people like her or even simp for her like i get the appeal of a sinister vampire woman who can snap my neck like a twig but like when it comes to carmilla it just doesn't click because of how much of a whiny weak manipulative pushy cunt she is, like i don't even think she's sinister or like smart the people around her are just extremely fucking dumb, but i guess that's a realistic standard for people who had lived in a castle secluded from the outside world for idk how many years AND OH MY GOD I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT THIS CARMILLA ALSO TAKES ADVANTAGE OF LAURAS NEED FOR A COMPANION SINCE SHE'S SO SECLUDED AND LONELY SHES SUCH A MANIPULATIVE CUNT

Also if i remember correctly Laura's mother's death also has something to do with Carmilla? Or some other vampire?? Either way if it's true then that's another point to why carmilla sucks ass and why people should stop romanticizing her ass so much just Because she says some feverish romantic lines and shit like i get it the things she says to Laura are very intimate and hot and low-key made me feel some type of way while reading them but she's only saying these things to once again manipulate laura and they're not good enough to cover up for her nasty ass personality

So yeah to sum it up i hate the power imbalance between Laura and carmilla and that's why the book carmilla shouldn't be romanticized or marketed towards the LGBTQ+ youth as a good book with immaculate lesbian representation, I'm afraid that the lesbian youth will think that the relationship between Laura and carmilla is normal and end up as one or the other in their own relationships due to its influence

And last but not least, there's a big difference between an evil woman and just a straight up cunt

(ps: people who relate to carmilla or kin her reminds of catra kinnies)

[meangirls2004]

🥶🥶

[tokoyamisstuff]

Captivated Ch. 5 - Mark Hoffman x Reader

Summary: Hoffman stops at nothing to protect you - even against your own will. Warnings: Angst, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Unhealthy Relationship, Cussing, Panic Attack

Words: 1972

[Masterlist]

"Cause I don’t care if I lose my mind - I’m already cursed.”  - Fairytale by Alexander Rybak

Now it was certain: Hoffman will definetly kill all of them.

Even with you inseparable in his arms, watching you sleeping soundly next to a beast like him, he couldn't think of anything else: Everyone that threatens you or this relationship will be put out of his way.

When you woke up, the bedplace next to you was empty - only a note lying on the nightstand.

"Had to go to work. Didn't want to wake you up. Make yourself at home. And thank you for everything.

~Mark"

As smart as he was, Mark's temper was his worst enemy. Every time his emotions got the better of him, his foresight would be very limited. You could even say he'd become delusional to some point. So he wouldn't even think of the possibility that there might be more apprentices to think of other than himself and Amanda...

...yes, Jigsaw will soon pass of his cancer anyway. And Mark would make sure Amanda will follow close after her mentor. Then there will be no one left that witnessed his crimes, and he'll erase all evidence.

The Jigsaw traps will ultimatively end, and he will be able to lead a normal life again...together with you.

But until then, he needed to make sure you were out of John Kramer's grasp. Hoffman had already made preparations, and there was not much left to do until his plan would unfold.

Soon, you would be together...forever.

_____

"Hey, pretty lady."

You almost screeched at that all too familiar voice, thinking it to be impossible. And yet there he was - the man that was having a mental breakdown just yesterday, looking as good as new.

"Mind if I take a seat?" he gestured around until you nodded, sitting down on a barstool right in front of you. Luckily it was a normal workday, so it wasn't really busy in the café.

"Be my guest!" you welcomed him with a warm smile which he reciprocated, folding his hands onto the serving table. You were close to ask him how he knew where you were working, and also that you had a late shift today - but with this man, it sure was no coincidence. "You're looking way better...I'm glad." "I feel so, yes. Thanks to you."

"Want something to eat?" You pointed to some of the cakes you were proud to call selfmade, but Mark just pat his own beer belly, making you snicker. "No, I think I'm good. Just coffee, please."

As you poured the liquid for him, the man timidly scratched his chin. "My apartement didn't look this tidy in years" he noted grateful, yet also quite ashamed, knowing just how many liquor bottles you probably found while cleaning up.

"It's nothing, really" you downplayed your effort, keeping on your little chat even while serving one or two other customers. "We've all needed help at some point in our lives. You just need to ask."

"Well, then..." Hoffman took a sip of his coffee, hesistant to voice his suspicious request. "Mind if I stay here until your shift ends? I could help you clean up. Still owe you one."

Oh wow - now you never worry about being the clingy one ever again. But it made sense, actually...after having lost his only family and being lonely for so long, he probably had a strong fear of abandonment. "Sure!" you cheered, even though you thought he owed you nothing. "We can go home together."

"Another Jigsaw victim has been found in an abandoned factory..." You immediately picked up the remote, changing the channel on the small old TV. "Sorry, I just hate to see so many bad news. Can't hear it anymore."

"No worries" Mark was absentmindedly turning the spoon in the cup, almost impatiently. "I don't need to hear about my job all day either. That's all work needing to be done."

"Oh yeah, your colleagues told me you're with the homicide unit..." you winked awkwardly, leaning over the bar table. "I mean, as long as you're not busy saving people in your free time."

"I'm not allowed to spill any details, if you want to temptate me into that." Mark's face was now just inches from yours, and he was grinning confidently - yet his smile vanished at your answer. "No, I’d honestly rather not. Please. That whole Jigsaw thing is so sick and disgusting...this man and all his accomplices deserve the worst punishment possible!"

"Yes...”he spoke in between grittet teeth. “You're right."

"Hopefully you'll catch those disturbed people soon!" You leaned over to kiss him on the cheek and he clenched his jaw with so much pressure, he feared his teeth might crack. "You're my hero, you know?"

The last 80 minutes went by pretty uneventful, with Mark passing time by simply adoring your every move, and you trying to distract him, fearing he might become unstable and fall into depression again.

"Where to? My place, or shall I bring you home again?" Mark asked as he held the car's door open for you. "Only if you stay the night."

"That's the kind of immoral offer I'd love to accept" he joked, trying to distract you from the black bag on the backseat that seemed to have catched your attention. "It's getting cold, let's go!"

You were only driving for about ten minutes when you started to feel strangely tired. The only thing keeping you awake was the thrill of the rare occasion that Hoffman called you a nickname. "Is something the matter, darling?"

"I-I don't know what's wrong...just feel kinda dizzy...ma-maybe I-I've worked too much lately." Exactly: You haven't slept much last night while caring for your...may you call it boyfriend? So that must be it.

Mark wouldn't let anything show, keeping his eyes on the street and occasionally looking to how you were doing...

...until you've realized that you drew right past your home, beginning to panic. So he pulled over, temporarily parking in an empty street.

"...or it's the anesthetic I've put in your drink."

Your heart began racing against all odds, feeling as if it was to break out of your chest as you realized what the man you had fallen in love with just said. Yet your body wouldn't move an inch, and darkness already began to surround you.

"Shh..." It hurt. The way he was softly petting your head, how his soothing voice sounded so affectionate and loving in contrast to his actions hurt you more than the obscurity of your fate.

"Don't worry, my love...I'll take good care of you."

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When you slowly woke up, your whole body still felt numb. It didn't hurt though, just felt like your veins and nerves were prickling unpleasantly.

You had no idea how much time had passed, neither where you are - and the more awake you've became, the more panic was spreading inside of you. Your heart raced as you looked around, the sound of your fastened breaths echoing against the walls.

As soon as you regained feeling in your limbs, the true torture began - for you realized you were in shackles, hands tied over your head and making you unable to move. You wanted to scream, but your mouth had been gagged as well.

Struggling in your restrainments, you realized the walls to be out of metal - and apparently completely soundproof.

Despair was getting the better of you, for Hoffman really had thought about every detail: No matter what he wanted from you, there was no escaping it.

It was a tiny sole room, furnished with the most necessities - deep in the basement of one of Jigsaw's abandoned and unused properties. A safe haven he had built for you until he knew you to be out of any danger...

...and then, the heavy door opened.

It was him: The man you would've given everything to be with this whole time - and now just wished he'd simply disappear.

You screamed underneath the fabric that was covering your mouth, wriggling in your chains as the outlines of the man in the door came closer. He was dressed completely black, wearing the jacket hed usually be wearing when he was dong Jigsaw's dirty work. Heavy steps led straight towards you, crouching to your height just like back when you first met.

"Please...no!" you squealed weakly as he untied the gag, squinting your eyes shut in fear of the monster lurking in front of you...

...yet all he did was placing a wet kiss into your hair, smiling as loving as ever. "What's wrong? What are you so afraid of, Y/N?"

That man had obviously lost his mind - but maybe it wasn't too late. "Please, you need to let me go!"

"I'm afraid that's not possible, my love" he explained as he untied your hands, rubbing the sore skin on your wrists ever so slightly. "I had to tie you sitting upright to prevent you from choking on your tongue while passed out. I'm sorry."

"Trying to flee is to no avail" he spoke as your resistance was met with him swiftly picking you up to place you on the makeshift bed. "Only I know the combination to the lock on the door."

Slowly and gently, he would lose all of your restrainments - except for the collar on your neck, which he told you was to track you wherever you were. "Good girl" he whispered into your ear as you wouldn't try to fight back or flee - simply because you were frozen in terror.

"Why?" Tears streamed down your face as your eyes met his icy ones, unable to resist leaning into the touch as he placed a firm hand on your cheek. "Hoff...man...how can you do this?"

"Don't cry" he evaded your question, placing his lips on every single one of your tears. "I don't want tears to stain that pretty face."

"N-No, Mark...I-"

"The Jigsaw killer is after you." Your eyes widened in shock, unsure whether to believe him or not. "How would you know that? Because I'm the girlfriend of a cop?"

"No..." This time, he wouldn't have the guts to look at you as matter of exception. "Its because...I am one of his accomplices."

"You-" your voice broke off several times, interrupted by surpressed sobs as anger boiled in your guts, setting your veins on fire. "I'm in love with one of those homicidal maniacs?!?"

"Please forgive me." It felt like you couldn't breathe, so Mark would pull you into his arms, trying to calm you down - even when you began punching and kicking the way stronger man to free yourself, his hug would only tighten. "You're sick! Let go off of me, you fucking freak! I hate you! I HATE YOU!!!"

"But I love you, Y/N...I really do.”

Right now, you could not care less about his confession - even though until earlier, it was the only thing you ever wished for. So as helpless as you were, there was nothing left to do than screaming and crying to your hearts extend, with Mark never leaving your side until you'd eventually calm down.

"Soon, you'll understand...and then you'll beg me to kiss you again."

It felt like your heart had been ripped out of your chest. All you had ever hoped for, even your old life as you knew it had been destroyed at that very moment. You felt empty. Betrayed. Confused.

"...why me?" you managed to choke out, eyes red and burning with tears still glistening at the rim. 

"Because you've saved me." In that insane situation, Mark was very talkative as matter of exception. "And now I'll make up for what I've done and leave all of this behind. I promise. Just give me time!"

"...you're sick. They will never let you leave just like that!"

His answer was as cold and predicting as you could never thought him to be: "Not if I kill them first."

Yes. It was still too unbelievable for you to grasp it, but the man in front of you was indeed a serial killer - one who massacred his victims in ways no normal person could ever think of.

And apparently, that man was just as madly in love with you.

"I don't think you understand just how much you mean to me, Y/N...I'd make the whole world my enemy just to be with you.”

[wizkiddx]

hiiiii i love your stuff - could u do one where the readers ill but they have stuff to do and tom has to look after her. maybe if they were just friends before too but both pining? thankuuuuuuuuu

should I be writing this instead of revising? clearly fucking not. Did I make this little blurb req ridiculously long purely to procrastinate? Of fucking course.

but also this was v cute! I assumed u meant famous!reader, sorry if that's not what u were after at all anon x

summary: Tom Holland turns into the readers knight in shining armour when they get ill during promo

warnings: fainting / feeling ill

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It couldn’t be today. Of all days, why today? You’d been at home for two weeks doing absolutely nothing, before this trip. And yet it’s when your itinerary is packed to the brim, people moving heaven and earth just speak to you. Two weeks of unrelenting press for Marvels next big ensemble movie. 

Your manager was speaking to you, reeling off a run down of todays activities but instead of listening you nodded along blankly - head rather cloudy with this heavy mist that was not shaking off, no matter how hard you tried. 

“You got that Y/n/n?” Lucy pointedly spoke, eyes almost physically knocking you backwards as if her eyeliner was battery rams. Fumbling with your thoughts, your answer wasn’t particularly cohesive earning you just a disappointed head shake. 

“I um… yeh I think. Who-who did you say I was paired up with?” 

“Y/n please for the love of god. Tom, like I said the past fifty times.” And to be fair to Lucy she wasn’t wrong. It was the first major major promo tour for the both of you and after just two days so far - you were both exhausted. She was more than allowed to be a bit short tempered. 

“But we-we hardly know each other? The chemistry won’t be there and-“

“As I said, I tried to re-jig it but Kevin is of the mind that acting is your job.” Her tone was sharp but as she glared across the opposing seats, in the little mini van Marvel had hired for you as transportation, her eyes softened. Lucy had been so wrapped up in her own stress she may have overlooked quite how gingerly you were sitting. By the time she had arrived at the hotel, your stylist had already managed to half save your ghoulish looking face, with sunken under eyes and tired skin, so it wasn’t so blatantly obvious how crap you were feeling.  “Is everything okay with you?” 

It felt pretty puny to say that the jet lag from flying to Tokyo had been weighing you down further than you wanted, or that the local cuisine top chefs had kindly prepared for you last night wasn’t siting well in your stomach. To be honest, even you thought it was just your body being a bit overdramatic. So in response, you put on your best happy-go-lucky face feigning a smile.

“No no I’m fine, just want to give the best interviews I can and you know…. I’m awkward as hell as it is, then pair me with the most talented actor that I share about two minutes of screen time with…it’ll be interesting.” 

The way Lucy reacted with a weird slow nod, eyebrows furrowed, meant it was quite apparent you had perhaps overplayed that one. Had you not been so over the day before it even began, you would’ve tried again to give a more believable act. But as you were, you turned your attention back out to the bustling streets of Tokyo and the high rise buildings bordering each pavement. 

You didnt have a problem with Tom, far from it in fact. Tom was hilarious and the times you had met him, you’d both built up this weird and sarcastic competitiveness with each other. It was a game of who could get the last laugh, each of you pushing each other with the Mickey taking just a little further. Of course, not in a malicious way, just the way you’d both lived pretty similar but parallel careers - when everyone drew comparisons between the both of you, it was nice to make it a joke. 

Like Tom you’d also started out on stage, had a ‘big break’ movie as a kid and then spent your teenage years on and off film sets - till marvel happened. Then everything blew up to epic proportions, changing your life forever. Actually, it was so similar to Tom’s story, plus the fact you were also from the south west of the UK. It was bizarre your paths hadn’t crossed more - He probably could’ve been a useful ally in the the whole ‘becoming famous’ thing. 

And yet, you could probably count on two hands the amount of conversations you’d had with him. 

Now that, that was the issue. Right from the beginning you learn what the press want and when you are publicising a movie you cater into it too. They’d all be asking for the insider scoop on set; what pranks you’d pulled on each other; what was the most annoying thing about each other. Which is hard if you’d only had 5 or 6 days actually on set together. 

By the time the cab had wormed its way through the Tokyo traffic and you arrived at the PR hotel, it was already 9:30 - making you 15 minutes late (blame it on the traffic). Instantly then you were ushered straight to the interview room for the evening, no chance of green room chat or grabbing a drink before. The place was stuffy, everything was draped with black curtains except the poster board that Tom was already sitting infront of. 

He’d scrubbed up well, no doubt about it. He was wearing statement-ish burgundy suit trousers, teamed with a black knitted but collared shirt thing - that was clearly tailor made for the man. As soon as he noticed you scurry into the room, his face broke out into a warm smile, jumping up to greet you in a friendly hug. It was brief, and as you pulled back you accidentally bumped your head on one of the overhanging lights. No doubt someone had spent a ridiculous amount of time configuring them so they were positioned perfectly, which you had just ruined with your big head. 

“Oh shit!” Tom just laughed in response, shaking his head slightly as he lead you the two steps across to your pre-positioned seats. 

“Making an entrance as always I see!”

“Yeh, you know me, a bit of chaos just to keep everyone on their toes.”

“Oh is that why you’re ‘fashionably late’” With a playful wiggle of his eyebrows, you just rolled your eyes, fidgeting on the chair to find a position that didnt aggravate  your stomach so much.

“I’m ready now though! What did I miss? Just having to pretend to be your friend for 15 minutes?” You stressed the words as though the thought of conversation with Tom was the absolute worst thing in the world - which you definetly didnt think. Scowling like you’d insulted his dog Tessa, it was almost visible how the cogs were turning in his head looking for a comeback. Unfortunately for him though, he was quickly shut up but the organiser bringing the first interviewer in . 

For what would, no doubt, be a long day. 

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Everything had started off so well, the banter was flowing between you and Tom, no major spoilers revealed that meant Marvel would have to make the journalist disappear. It was once you hit an hour of back-to-back interviews that everything started to crack bit. Because yes, it had only been an hour but that was enough to exhaust you on this particular day. When Tom joked around you got slower and slower, similarly the  energy was zapped from your own answers. It’s not very compelling when someone says ‘you have to watch this movie’ in a monotonous voice with sullen eyes. 

As the interviewers were swapping in and out, Tom actually lightly nudged your shoulder.

“Everything alright? We’re trying to sell tickets and you’ve got a face like thunder.”

“Oh no-no sorry I just, I-um.”

“You want some water?” Now looking at your with more concerned eyes, as if he was just nervous he’d actually offended you for calling you a boring bastard. And you would’ve picked up on it and alleviated his concerns, if it weren’t for the fact your eyes were glued on the water bottle he was holding out to you. You were thirsty. You knew that, that wasn’t the conundrum. What you weren’t so sure about was whether your stomach would accept it, or more violently reject it. In a very non ‘we’re-trying-to-sell-a-movie’ style. 

But the lightheaded fogginess in your brain won out, as you nodded jerkily, taking the bottle and taking a little swig - too cautious to take anymore. 

Now concerned with how Tom thought you were being a Debby-downer too, you managed to perk yourself up for the next four interviews. They were easy, asking questions without any activity and though you did rely on Tom beefing out and adding to your answers, it was okay. Then the next interviewer came in, who you recognised as being from the BBC, Ali Plumb, that had interviewed you a number of times. From the way Tom jumped up to give him afirendly bro-hug, you guessed he also was familiar with him. As soon as he took a seat the cameras were already flashing with the red light, demonstrating his 7 minutes had already started. 

“Guys! It’s been a while.” 

“How are you Ali?” You started it off with the pleasantries, Tom echoing, before the speccy dirty-blonde asked his first question. 

“So the last time I spoke to you guys the universe was in chaos, Peter Parkers on the run and Aurora Blake was trying to strip her own powers, so I guess my first question is how are you both doing? We can use this as a therapy session if you guys need.” His very typical nerdy joke made Tom laugh, nodding as he leaned forward and repositioned a bit. 

You didn’t share the same humour though, more focused on this invisible blanket of stuffiness that seemed to have been thrown on top of you. It made you feel groggy, incredibly hot and so unbelievable nauseous. The lights weren’t helping either, it felt like you were pouring with sweat from your forehead. You thought Tom was answering Ali, even if you couldn’t really hear  - everything had merged into a deafening roar. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, unconsciously making you fumble yourself to standing, desperate to get somewhere with fresh air. The last thing you saw before your vision tunnelled into darkness was Tom, reaching out to try and catch you. 

Because next thing you knew, you were on the floor, wires from all the cameras and lights digging into your back as you looked up to see Tom on one side and Lucy on the other - both wearing a similarly panicked expression. You knew you hadn’t been out long, seconds if that, going by the fact everyone else was in the ‘oh my god’ phase of panic. It was a bit weird how calm you where, but then again all your life you’d been the ‘class fainter’. Waking up on the floor was something you were long since used to. 

“Y/n? You awake?” Rather stating the obvious Tom asked the question as you bent your head up - allowing you sight of all the concerned facing oggling you. With a defeated sigh, you flopped your head back. 

“If this is a dream then it’s a real bloody nightmare.” This time Tom didnt seem to appreciate your joke, looking at you without almost dumbfounded eyes, as you blinked repetitively and groaned. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Lucy appeared to want to lecture you, which to be honest wasn’t the most time appropriate. You were still on the floor, legs crumpled up under you, so ignored her. Instead you pulled yourself up into a sitting position, taking a moment to blink away the blotchy haze that threatened to takeover your vision once again, whilst the pair above you both cautiously rested their palms on each of your shoulders -trying to be useful. The room still felt cramped and stifling, as everyone around were no doubt looking at you. 

It took a few minutes but your body seemed to get over itself, sitting up normally and trying to make small talk with Ali - who, by the way, was still sat awkwardly in the chair. Still nestled on the floor, your back up against the chair you had been siting on as you raved with Ali of the Harry Potter theatre show. In a natural lull in conversation, Tom perked up - from the door where he’d been muttering with the organiser as Lucy bit her nails nervously. 

“Y/n you need to go home.” 

All of you knew what Tom said was impossible. Not being egotistical, but you were too important. Although you hadn’t been paying masses of attention for Lucy’s run down of your itinerary - you knew it was packed. 

So you just looked up and rolled your eyes at Tom, earning yourself a strong glare, before locking the organiser in eye contact.

“How many have we got till lunch?” 

“Um this gent here” He gesturned toward Ali, who was almost squirming in his seat now “then two more.”  

“And then lunch?” 

“Yes, then you have a personal appearance at a dinner, so transport will be coming to pick you both up.” This poor guy seemed obsessed with the clock and his timetable, looking at your with a mixture of panic and frustration. You should know this stuff, you should’ve listened to Lucy. 

“How fars the drive?” 

“At this time probably an hour and a half.” 

The plan was clear in your head, you’d sort yourself out in the car and be fully fine by the afternoon and evening engagements. Plus you felt almost fine now. So with a sigh, you hauled yourself up onto the chair, patting for Tom to sit back down. 

“It’s half an hour and then I’ll sort myself out at lunch - come on their waiting.” The way Lucy pouted showed she disagreed somewhat, except a stern look kept her from protesting, as Tom walked toward you. 

“Are you sure you don’t loo-“

“Let me stop you before you insult my appearance.” Snickering slightly at his worried face, you laughed it off , knocking his side with a gentle murmur of ‘don’t worry about me’. 

In fact after that little episode you did feel a little recovered, which meant you were properly noticing the change in the boy sat next to you. Throughout the remaining three interviews he’d done a complete 360 from earlier. Rather than trying to get little digs at you, he had become fiercely protective - jumping in if a questions wasn’t particularly appropriate or relevant to the movie ( meaning when an awfully crap man asked what underwear you’d been able to wear in your suit) ; taking the heat of the conversation as well as just watching you like a hawk. Each time you answered his beady brown eyes were watching you from the side, you got the impression it wasn’t only just because of the risk of spoilers. 

Quite remarkably, you survived the rest of the day pretty well, after a power nap in the car on the way over - even if it was a bit difficult when you had your manager watching you like a hawk from the seat across. It was as if Lucy had never seen anyone ill before, she seemed concerned that you were going to spontaneously stop breathing and die at any point. 

Though by the time all the official business at the dinner was done, your body and willpower had reached the end of their tether. You and Tom were both on a round table, surrounded by 6 CEOs and execs of what seemed to be a multimillion pound business enterprise. With the language barrier meaning you had to speak through the two people on the table who were fluent in both japanese and English, the conversation was already pretty jilted. Though to be fair, the six did seem to be enjoying the evening - something you werent able to reciprocate. Thankfully, five minutes after the main course dishes had been collected, Tom spoke up from his position opposite you.

“This has been lovely and we really appreciate your time and generosity but me and Y/n have a really early start tomorrow so I think we should probably get back to the hotel.” You swore in that moment you could’ve kissed him, and it looked like Tom could tell - by the way your shoulders sagged and you let out an exhale of pure relief. Apparently even if you’d managed to convince the hosts you were enjoying the evening, Tom easily saw through the performance. After some hurried goodbyes, Tom led you out of the hall with his hand hovering over your lowerback, trying to make sure your exit was as discreet as possible. 

Away from the bubble of chatter and activity, in the deserted hallway, Tom stopped you - lightly holding both hands on each of your arms. 

“Wheres your team?” 

“Um Luce is back at the hotel, she was trying to see if she could reschedule any of my stuff tomorrow.” You winced at the way he sighed, realising you were all on your own in some random business event hall in Tokyo.

“Harry -my brother- is waiting in the car at the front - is that okay?”

“No Tom, don’t worry abo-“

“Yeh well I am and I think you feel ten times worse than you’re letting on.” He spoke harshly, like a school teacher telling you off - except the hint of a kind smile at the end was a dead giveaway. 

“You sure?” 

With a relieved nod (Tom had thought you might be a bit more stubborn - you obviously were really really ill) he wordlessly shrugged his suit jacket off, wrapping it round your shoulders. He muttered something about not wanting you to catch a chill but to be quite honest you were a bit distracted by the woody cedar smell of Toms aftershave that enveloped your senses. Maybe it wasn’t so bad being fussed on by him? To be fair he wasn’t wrong either, you were in a strapless evening dress - you would’ve preferred to be in joggers, but Marvels press team had other ideas. 

After a quick pit stop at the toilets, the two of you managed to make an unnoticed escape out the building - into a big SUV which had seconds prior pulled up onto the steps. You literally melted into the nearest window seat, body hunching over as you probably crumpled Tom’s jacket beyond belief. 2 seats along from you, a frizzy haired boy gave you a sympathetic smile, which you returned weakly whilst muttering a ‘hi’. Meanwhile, Tom pulled the sliding door shut, sitting across from you. 

“Oh Y/n this is Harry and Harry this is Y/n.” In unison both of you replied with an ‘I know’ eye roll. Your response was somewhat more shocking to both Holland boys, you could tell from the way they had this whole nonverbal conversation with their eyes - they were very clearly brothers. Needing to explain you continued. “I like to keep tabs on my castmates, I’ve seen you on Toms instagram.” That had both boys smirking, Harry presumably just because you knew who he was; Tom more smugly, you’d just given away you slightly stalked him on instagram. 

Silence reigned for a moment, as the driver put his foot down slightly. 

“How you doing?” Tom asked. 

“Mhm…” you thought for a second, how to eloquently describe the sensation. 

“shit.” 

Both boys chuckled a little and even though you had closed your eyes in an attempt to dull the throbbing behind your temples, you could feel the eyes on you. 

“You want the music off?” Harry asked, referring to the indie-rock coming quietly out the speakers of his laptop, which was resting on his lap. With a shake of your head you refused, even if really silence probably would help your head, you were already causing the two Hollands enough trouble - no need to bore them during the journey back into central Tokyo, especially when you weren’t the most enthusiastic company ever. 

Thankfully the music stayed on a low volume, whilst the car seemed to settle into a comfortable silence. With a long exhale you fluttered your eyes open, seeing Tom focused on his phone, before you rested the side of your head against the black-out glass. Taking some relief from the cool glass, you huddled further into the corner of the car against the door.

Floating in the space between sleep and wakefulness, you were kind of aware of your head occasionally bobbing and jerking about - but really didn’t have the energy or willpower to do anything about it. Instead, the thing that perked your attention was hearing some supposed-whispering from inside the body of the car.

“I know she said she didn’t care but she was clearly lying-“ 

“Like you know! You’ve been desperate to try and spend some time with Y/n- maybe you poisoned her just so you could be all knight-in-shini-“

“Turn. The. Music. Off.” Tom sounded scathing now, and with a grumble from your other-side the cheery drum beats ceased.

“Happy now?” …and Harry was sarcastic. 

“Swap places with me.”

“What?”

“Just do it.”

“Why?”

“So she can lie down.” 

“Well no because you would still be in the way if we swapped.”

“Yeh but she can lie on my lap idiot.”

“She can lie on me.”

“She doesn’t know you!”

“Well for 1, barely ten minutes ago she said she did know me. And 2, she doesn’t know you any better!”

If this was their version of whispering, you would love to hear what volume ‘shouting’ was. There was no reply for a short while, you imagined the two brunettes locked in some intense staring match.The next time Tom spoke he sounded more defeated - almost begging. 

“If I admit you beat me at the driving range the other day will you-” 

“I KNEW IT!” Harry yelped, the volume making you jerk, eyes flying open before reflexively closing because the light was too bright. There was a little mutter of an apology, then silence again. 

Once agin you must’ve drifted off because it felt like absolutely no time had passed when a firm but gently hand on your shoulder nudged you awake. 

Sure enough the boys had swapped position, Tom now sitting along the seat from you, Harry looked a little sulky from across the way. It was Tom who was reaching over, a gentle and peaceful smile on his face.

“You wanna lie down? Don’t want you to strain your neck.” He wasn’t wrong, adding to the throbbing headache, the cloudiness in your brain and the unsettled feeling in your stomach… now your neck hurt. Just bloody great. 

Had you been your normal witty and perceptive self, you might’ve teased Tom as to why him and his brother had done a switch - but everything hurt and all you wanted to do was sleep for a hundered years. So with squinting eyes you jerkily nodded, missing how Tom chuckled to himself. The guy undid your seatbelt, then sat back to let you balance the back of your head on his thigh, looking up at the roof of the SUV. Already your eyes were closed again, you kicked off your slip-on heels and bent your legs up to lean against the backrest - occupying the position you had been sat in before hand. You felt his hands reposition the jacket, pulling it round so it was now like a blanket tucked under your chin. 

To be fair it was much more comfortable than sitting up and you weren’t even aware of how quickly you dropped back into sleep. 

Though it wasn’t quick enough to miss Harry’s very sulky sounding comment, presumably meant only for Tom’s ears. 

“Still think you’re being fucking creepy bro.” 

<33 lemme know what u think! (would make me feel less guilty for not doing all the work I rlly should be doing aha)

tagging : @hallecarey1 @crossyourpeter @hollandfanficlove

[sun-moon-stars-jedi]

So, I have this idea for a Batfam time travel fanfic that starts when Jason, Tim and Damian are somehow teamed up for a mission (the disaster is practically inevitable from the beginning, but everyone else was either busy or injured, so Bruce had to begrudgingly send them out together) and just as you would expect, something goes terribly wrong.

Later Jason will say it was Tim’s fault because his cape got in the way and tripped Jason up, Tim will say Damian pushed him into Jason’s path so it was really Damian’s fault, and Damian will say that it was a reflection from Jason’s dumb helmet that blinded him and made him stumble into Tim, but regardless of what really happened, they somehow land right in the path of the strange ray gun their villain-of-the-week is wielding and are all hit by something that looks and sounds and feels like a bolt of lightning.

When they wake up, miraculously still alive and only a little bit sore, the warehouse around them is empty, their comms are dead, and once they make their way outside they quickly realize they’re in a Gotham years before their time.

Now, there are of course some very strict rules regarding time-travel and interacting with people they know in the past, but as their luck would have it, their entrance wasn’t exactly subtle (even in Gotham people notice lightning and thunder whithout a thunderstorm), and before they can even make it a block away from the warehouse Batman and Robin swing down from the rooftops and confront them.

Batman of course does his whole “Who are you and what do you want in my city” thing, complete with the growly voice and intimidating loom, but it’s not like that can faze any of his kids after all this time.

No, what gets to them, particularly Tim and Damian, is the teeny version of Dick standing next to Bruce. He can’t be any older than 11 or 12, and while Tim and Damian had both seen pictures and heard the stories, seeing their older brother standing as tall as he can (which isn’t all that tall even compared to them) in his bright yellow cape and the short pants next to Batman...well, can anyone really blame them for bursting out laughing?

That’s of course not the reaction Batman and Robin expect, and for a few seconds they just seem to freeze up in the face of these new costumed...cosplayers?? criminals?? vigilantes?? who are just laughing their asses off when faced with the dynamic duo.

Jason is the only one who doesn’t fall into hysterics (he can’t start laughing; he wore the short pants too and would only open himself up to even more ridicule in the future than he would already undoubtedly get from the two little twerps), and he’s also not stunned with surprise, because he knows exactly what’s going on here.

So, as the only capable person around (what else is new) he barks at Tim and Damian to cut it out and behave professionally. They’re on a mission after all, and they don’t want to antagonize Batman and Robin, do they?

Surprisingly they listen, Tim even mumbles somewhat of an apology at Robin, who still looks kind of sulky, but accepts it after a nudge from Batman.

Then there’s an awkward silence where both sides just look each other over, though it’s not as hostile as it was before, and with some quick mental math on how much he can tell Bruce Jason starts to explain that they’re also a vigilante team like them and don’t want any trouble, they had only made their way into Gotham because they’d tracked a lead.

Jason keeps everything deliberately vague and doesn’t mention the time-travel (he’s not even sure if Bruce and Dick had encountered something like it at this point and he absolutely doesn’t want to get thrown into Arkham because they think he’s delusional), but apparently his answers satisfy Bruce, because he loosens his stance and nods in approval.

Bruce asks if they need any help, what kind of case they’re working on, what their code-names are - they all have to come up with something fast here, because obviously Red Hood, Red Robin and Robin are precisely the worst names they could give Bruce and Dick in this time, so Jason calls himself Arsenal, Tim says Drake (still the worst name Jason has ever heard) and Damian says Flamebird, which is pretty cute Jason has to admit, though he will still definetly tease his brother about his choice once they’re back home.

It’s only when Bruce asks “And how long are you and your sons planning to stay in the city?” that Jason realizes Bruce thinks they’re a father/son(s) crime-fighting team the same as him and Dick and before he can think better of it he says “Not long.” in answer and leaves the other part of the question uncorrected, even though he can practically feel two pairs of eyes burning into his back with indignation.

The conversation moves on and somehow there never seems to be a good opportunity to rectify that, and so they eventually part ways with Bruce and Dick, planning to meet again the next night to exchange information.

Jason, the chaotic older brother that he is, can’t resist a “Come along now, sons” just as they leave - Tim and Damian are pissed, Jason isn’t their dad, he can’t tell them what to do, and once they’re out of Batman and Robin’s earshot they make their opinion on that very clear, but it’s too late now - for as long as they’re in this time they’ll have to pretend in front of Bruce and Dick.

As it turns out getting back home takes a little longer than Jason, Tim and Damian had initially hoped for, so they spend at least a week or two in this time, during which they meet Dick and Bruce pretty much every night and even begin to help out a little when something more dangerous goes down (though compared to what they’re used to, this version of Gotham is pretty tame).

Because Jason can’t resist annoying his brothers he fully lays into the dad role, calling them “son” or “sport” whenever he can and delighting in the furious glares he receives in return.

At some point it also becomes clear how much more experience the three of them have compared to Bruce and Dick, who have only been vigilantes for a couple of years at this point, and when this young Bruce openly asks Jason for advice on how to be a good vigilante dad because Jason obviously seems to have more experience than him, Jason doesn’t know if he should laugh or cry.

This young Bruce is still Bruce Wayne with all his faults of course, but he’s also a lot less jaded and world-weary and sad, so Jason gladly gives him some advice that he hopes makes some things better without breaking the entire time-line.

Meanwhile Tim and Damian learn first hand what a menace young Dick Grayson was - he disobeys orders, pulls dangerous stunts, fights in freaking short pants, but gets away with everything because of his puppy-dog-eyes and because Bruce was even more of a pushover back then than he is in their time.

Obviously Bruce and Dick never learn the true identities of their visitors or their connections to them in this time - one day the three of them just don’t show up anymore and when they investigate they find a post-it note in the warehouse where they’d first met them that just says “Gone home. See you some time in the future.” with the three names Arsenal, Drake and Flamebird signed underneath.

“It was pretty fun having other kids to talk to about all of this,” Dick says, sounding subdued as he looks at the note and Bruce knows he will probably regret this, but he just can’t stand to see his son sad.

“I heard Green Arrow has a side-kick now,” Bruce says, trying to sound casual, but the way Dick looks at him with tentative hope just makes his heart melt instantly. He would give this kid the world if he asked for it. “Maybe it would be a good idea to meet them.”