#this is just really funny to me i'm sorry and i'm mostly tagging this because it is and also cursed comparison but like i'm not wrong

[butterflieswhisper]

hhelp wait this is so funny. didnt you follow me forever ago after a scott themed october song analysis . sorry if you dont remember that and this ask doesnt make sense but this is still funny to me

hi!!!! yeah. it was the cherri crane lives art i think and also where you made your flower husbands tag! I have never really interacted with fh outside of you (and like, seeing pretty fanart) but i am nonetheless deeply invested in your interpretation specifically!!! I honestly haven't watched jimmy outside of rats and the beginning of empires2 either i genuinely have no clue what they get up to you just seem to have a lot of fun with it

[akuma-homura]

seeing people be like 'omg i can't believe people are shipping kaito with himself omg they're repeating onceler/sans.........' bc people are shipping the Project Sekai KAITO's and i'm just

hand on ur shoulder

tell me you're new to vocaloid stuff without telling me, kaito x kaito has been around for longer than undertale has been out, and possibly longer than the modern Lorax has been out too

KAITO 1.1 and 1.0, the colorful KAITO Fanmades... the Project Diva modules, KAITO V1 and V3... and now, the Project Sekai KAITO's...

It's not repeating, it's convergent evolution. KAITO has been Onceler / Sans before Onceler / Sans was a thing.

[writingbynova]

Nanami Kento

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ⊹ : Nanami x fem!reader - explicit content; minors DNI - pwp (porn with plot) light sadist & masochist couple - BDSM - Rope play - choking - missionary, & doggy style positions - [un]protected sex - overstimulation- edging - rough/angry sex - multiple orgasms - deepthroating/facefucking - pet names (darling, baby) - praise - degrading - toys usage - blindfold - camera/pictures - established relationship - (let me know if I missed any tags)

Word count: ~2.5k

Enjoy~♪

Nanami had a thing for watching you lose your mind, of course he was a sweet, gentle and caring husband, but he strived in seeing, no, watching you, being driven to the edge, chanting his name. He had something of a sadist, a soft and caring one for sure, but still a sadist and he definitely knew how to take care of the masochist you were especially whenever you started acting up.

He was standing in the middle of the store looking at you speeding to the checkout, he'd take care of you later.

Minutes prior you two were walking around, buying some groceries for the house when you stopped by the cakes and sweet aisle. This wasn't new for the both of you, you had a sweet tooth and always craved candies, cookies, but most of all french pastries. You were a sucker for macarons, fraisiers but most of all Brioche, you couldn't keep your hand off it. You turned your head to him and pointed at the aisle but he immediately dismissed you "I just got you brioche yesterday honey you're not getting those" he was unfaltering, mostly because your consumption of sweet treats was messing with your health, temper and diet. You crossed your arms and pouted "please~ Kento the love of my life and the man of my dreams, it's your favourite bread too we'll share" but he didn't budge.

You had to do something, you were certainly not going to resign, in a few seconds you had already planned your strategy. You drifted his attention away "could you please go and get me some green olives over there " he nodded, starting to take the cart with him. "Wait, don't worry I'll take the kart I have to get some yoghurt and fruits" he didn't think much of it. When he walked away you immediately sped through the store once you got to your domain your brain went left, throwing candies, cookies and everything that caught your eye into the cart, especially that brioche he was so adamant about you not getting, before speeding to the checkout station.

On the other hand Nanami was looking at you. Of course he saw what you did, he wasn't stupid he knew you hated olives, though he picked up his phone and dialed your number

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-"Honey, I got what you wanted, but where are you ?" he asked.

-"oh you can put that down I don't need it anymore actually I'm at check out"

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When you saw him arriving through the corner of your eyes you exposed a large smile, he looked down at all the groceries already scanned, you had purposefully put those he didn't allow up front so they would have been scanned by the time he arrived, he looked back up at you and gave you a toothy grin.

You left the groceries In the trunk. No matter how much you protested about bringing them he didn't care, he knew this was one of your attempts at delaying what was to come, he wasn't letting it pass.

He threw you over his shoulder, walked in the house and took you straight to the bedroom, there and then you knew you were fucked. There were a few things Nanami didn't like;

Being disobeyed.

Being taken for a fool.

You managed to do both.

He knew your plan from the beginning "You know I thought you'd back out, I watched you, running through that aisle, having fun. You really thought I could be fooled so easily?" He asked "I'm sorry Kento..I thought It'd be funny-" you falsely admitted.

"oh it is, at least it is going to be for me" he said, resting you on the bed before kneeling and pulling a black box from under the bed. You watched him, having a feeling about what was about to come. He brought a long dark red ropes and placed them next to you, you should have known, honestly. He loved those ropes, he loved seeing the bruises they made on your body, he loved even more massaging you afterwards to ease the pain. Your thoughts went to the last time he used those ropes.

He had tied you up, hand being your back, thighs and ankle together, gagged you, and spent about 2 hours, spanking, biting, and scribbling the words "slut, cum-dump, whore" over you body, you found it degrading, he found it beautiful, it was both. In his words, the white marker perfectly made contrast with your skin and matched the shade of which he was going to paint your insides with. The rope had left sore lines all over your body and he took pride in them by tracing his tongue over where they previously stood. Of course you loved it, but you wouldn't admit so easily

"You're willing to listen to me now ? It's okay if you're not" He said.

"No, no — Kento I will" he didn't seem mad but he also didn't look pleased by your behavior, no need to try him, honestly.

"Good, listen to me carefully. I want you to be perfectly quiet, from now on I do not want to hear a sound coming from that beautiful throat of yours, understood?"

You nodded, his hands returned to remove your clothes, when you were fully exposed, he grabbed the ropes, and started working his art, you didn't quite understand how he'd do it but he tied your hand to the ropes that went around your back and your thighs to your angles. The ropes did compliment your body, they made diamonds shaped around your breasts, your belly button and your pussy, he was good at it, so good you wondered how he learned that.

"Tug" he flatly said, you didn't get it at first until you understood he was asking you to tug on the ropes, he smiled when he saw that you completely couldn't move, his eyes turned to the black box on the floor next to the bed. You watched eagerly, anxious about what he was about to bring out, your eyes went wide when he brought 3 objects out; a blindfold, a digital camera, and a vibrator.

Now you really tugged on the ropes, squirming and attempting to unbalance yourself on the bed. He giggled at your sudden attempts "don't worry baby" he slid the vibrator right on your clit, the ropes keeping it in place, he covered your eyes with the blindfold, before leaning into the crook of your neck and trailing bite marks, you were breathing heavily as his hand went to cup your breast, you arched your back, pushing your chest into him. He abruptly stopped in his tracks "Shit, he cursed, you know what? You're right, I should go get those groceries in, I'll be back in five" he said, walking out of the room, you could hear it in his voice, taunting you, he wouldn't be back in five.

You were confused, did the groceries really mattered at this point ? You relied on your hearing, he went down the stairs, then you heard the front door open and close, and *bzzz* Your legs shook from the unexpected sensation, the vibrator was buzzing right on your clit, your breathing became heavier but you couldn't make a noise, occasionally you could hear cabinets opening and closing, your first orgasm washed over you, you panted, heavily, desperately squirming to attempt at offering release to your swollen bud. You felt the vibrator go up in intensity, your head flew back, and your mouth parted, you bit your bottom lip, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You couldn't hear any noise downstairs, he was probably outside.

A thought crossed your mind, he couldn't hear from outside right? Would he really know you weren't so quiet ? At first you only whined lowly, then you let a few moans escape, and then you begged him, repeating his name though he wasn't here during your you-lost-count-th climax, just as you felt another climax chiming in, the vibrator stopped, the blindfold was taken off your puffy teary eyes, Nanami was staring at you, digital camera and a bunch of polaroid in his hand. Your eyes were frantically avoiding his. He kept quiet for a few seconds before saying.

"I've spoiled you too much, I'm gonna have to train you all over again. Good thing this is my week off." His hand undid the knots that held you open in what felt like a quarter of a second. Get on your knees, he snapped. You could hear how pissed he was "You were being good, obedient and silent just like I asked you to be, until you got sneaky, then shameless." He spat

"Nanami I-"

"still haven't asked you to talk" he reprimanded, he tied your wrists together behind you then pointed to the floor "get on your knees" you went with his words, kneeling in front of him "since you didn't understand when I told you to be quiet, I figured I'd teach that throat to stay occupied at something else" he unbuckled his belt, and pulled out his cock from his boxer, he was rock hard, his cock stood rigid right in front of your eyes, precum drooping from the tip.

"Open up" he demanded, you executed, parting your lips to let place for the pink head of his shaft, his large palms rested on you cheeks and his fingers interlocked behind your head, "wider, and watch the teeth" as soon as you did he shoved your face down on his length, making you gag, tears prickling your eyes "shhh, relax your throat" he pulled you up and shoved you down, once again, but slower, you were starting adjust to his length, concentrating on his groans and moans, he was long, long and large, it felt like he was in your throat, saliva dripping on your chin, he rubbed his length back and forth on your tongue causing him to groan in pleasure, his back and forth intensified, he started thrusting into your mouth while he slid you on his shaft, curses escaping his mouth

"If only— you were a good girl, if only..fuck... If only you weren't such a disobedient whore, I'd be fucking that tight pussy of yours, I wouldn't have to teach this slutty throat, how to shut..the fuck...up." he groaned.

His cock thrusted violently into your throat and stood there, twitching and gushing cum right down your throat. "Every last drop" he whispered. He was panting, his chest hovering up and down. *Click* you had almost forgotten about that digital camera, His eyes met yours, and you knew he wasn't done. Not even close.

Climbing on the bed on all fours, exposing your ass to him. Your hand tied together resting on your back, your face into the pillow. His hand came to rub on the bare surface, his finger sliding down the slit to tease your folds, his cock rubbed on your entrance, quickly enough, he pushed in, first of all the tip, then dragging slowly dragging himself into you, his hand then came to grab your hair pulling your entire body up, he nibbled, bit, and sucked on your neck

His other hand came up to fondle your breast, pinching and bullying your oversensitive nipple. "You're not gonna cum until I tell you to darling understood ? Let me hear your words"

"Yes— Kento" you whimpered, his thrusts were bearable for now, you were completely arched on his cock, the trusts pushing you forward, while his grip your hair held you back. You felt the knot in your stomach tightening with each inch he pushed in and pushed out. "—Ken! I wanna cum-" you whined, he stopped in his track entirely dragging himself out of you, letting your orgasm wither away, "Come on darling you don't think it'd be that easy to cum right ? Obedient but yet still so spoiled..you're going to beg for it darling" you turned to look at him, "Kento, please, I know I don't deserve it and that I've misbehaved, but I need it, I'll obey Nanami, from now on, but please, please allow me to cum" he climbed on to the bed caging you between his muscled arms "you want to cum— on this cock?" You nodded frantically.He asked, gliding himself up and down your wet entrance "repeat after me darling—say youre daddy's slut look at me and say it"

Your eyes came to meet his, a cocky grin decorating his face " I'm daddy's slut" you hesitantly said. At those words his tip went through, stretching your entrance "say you'll be a good girl for me" you prop yourself on your elbow, your eyes drooled at the lewd sight of him entering you "I'll be—... I'll be a good girl" you said staring straight at his shaft. He snickered, "eye up here darling say it again" you lift your eyes to meet his "Kento, I'll be a good girl, just for you" at those words he glides his length in you, you throw your head back, your walls tightening around his shape.

"Not so soon darling, fuck..you're tight but you still have work to do" he groaned "say you want my cock baby" your pussy was still adjusting to him, squirming and throbbing around him "Ken~ I really— really want your cock" you whined, feeling him twitch inside you "atta girl— what a..good fucking girl you are" he groaned, separating each word by a moan ripping thrust, he repeatedly slammed into you, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix, "I know you need to, go ahead baby cream my cock" he moaned watching you bounce on him "cum—ming" you loudly moaned, shuddering and whimpering uncontrollably "one more baby, you need to cream daddy's dick one more time, I know you can" he agonizingly slowly glided his length in and out of you watching your lids twitch and eyes roll back, his hand wrapped and applied pressure around your neck while his other hand went down to draw circles on your clit, your hand flew to hold his wrist, the pressure was light, he would only really squeeze when you were about to moan, making you go mute and stiff tightening around his cock.*click*

You opened your eyes to see the digital camera over you. When his grasp on your neck tightened, his thrusts became rougher and his thumb rubbed your clit faster, you were silently crying his name, feeling his climax building up, he threw his head back, moaning your name. His cock twitched pouring his hot cum as deep as he could his hips were bucking, but he kept on ramming into you, dragging you with him over the edge "Ken, fuck— I'm cumming Ken—" your orgasm washed over your body, and your eyes blurred with tears. You withered in his grasp, your mind went blank and your body was limp in his arms "I'm sure the pastries were worth it" he whispered in your ear.

[oleander-nin]

Yandere ROTTMNT Vampire Headcanons

A/N, not important: I am so sorry this is so late. I haven't been doing very well lately. I have one more vampire thing in the works, and I'm also going to start getting as many of my requests done as possible. Feel free to ask questions if you need clarification or want a certain thing answered. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: Food insecurity, withholding of food, vampires, bites, dark themes, violence, yandere

Words: 1696

Summary: Yandere ROTTMNT Vampire Headcanons

Tag list: @f1oricide @itsyagurlchip @lordfreg @acutiewithagun @rottmnttmnt2012 @lixnininotnay

Michelangelo:

Mikey tries to hide it from you for a while, mostly because he doesn’t want you to be aware of his added abilities. He thinks it’s just funny now when you try to plot an escape or fight back, since now you really have no chance. Most likely, you never even realized he was a vampire until he first sinks his fangs in your wrist.

He thinks biting you is like, subtly romantic since you’re more or less blessing him with your blood. You’re allowing him to live off your own life, and it just pulls him further into his delusions of love. Obviously you’d fight back harder if you truly hated him. I mean, so far, he only has to chain you down!

Mikey will constantly talk about your future with him. Now that he’s going to live forever, he knows he actually means it when he says he’s never leaving your side. He’ll track down the original mutant to get them to infect you, ensuring that you’ll be with him until the sun goes out. He’s absolutely giddy at the thought, updating you every day on his hunt for the mutant until he finds them.

Before he can infect you, he’s even clingier than before. His skin always feels cold now, so he’s drawn to your natural warmth and just likes to be near you.

Watches you sleep a lot as he lays with you. Now that he can see in the dark, he doesn’t want to waste a single moment where he could be admiring you.

Once he finally turns you, he’s ecstatic. His only grief is that he can’t feed from you any more, but he’s plenty happy with the certainty you’ll never be able to leave him.

If you complain about being turned, he’ll get upset. He did this for you! He ensured both of you would be together forever more, and now you’re being ungrateful. He’ll pout for a while, trying to convince you of all the ways your life is better now.

He’ll withhold blood from you if you misbehave. Because you obviously can’t hunt yourself, you rely on Mikey to get you your food. If he thinks you’re being unfair, or aren’t listening, he’ll conveniently ‘forget’ to get enough food to feed you as well.

He gets surprised when you fight back more after being turned, your enhanced strength and speed making him question his choice for a small while. He doesn’t like that you have a better chance of leaving now. He obviously wins, but he’s afraid he’ll slip up and you’ll get away. He keeps you chained tighter for a while, at least until you’ve calmed down. No matter how long that takes.

Donatello:

He doesn’t tell you of his new infection, but he doesn’t hide it either. It’s just another mutation to him, one that’s more beneficial in a lot of ways once he realizes how much more he can do. He doesn’t really see why he should tell you, especially when you’re fighting him at every turn anyways. You’ll probably find out after seeing him storing blood bags in the fridge in his lab, which causes you to freak out.

Once you’re aware he’s a vampire, he’ll start feeding off you more since he finds it more convenient than going out. He likes holding you and just sinking his teeth into your shoulder while he works. It keeps you both still and close, and it prevents him from having to find his own food. He claims the prolonged contact helps you both bond whenever you try to fight him.

Donnie is obsessed with getting you infected as well. He’s terrified of losing you somehow now that he knows he doesn’t ever have to. He’ll hunt down the original mutant to get you bit, not even telling you of his plan until you’re already bit. He doesn’t want to give you a chance to try something stupid before he’s able to secure your place by his side, even if he knows he won’t be able to feed on you anymore.

He has two new punishments for you now that you joined him in the undead. While he isn’t afraid to withhold blood from you for misbehaving, he’s more likely to either force feed you normal food, which tastes awful and can make you nauseous, or he’ll only give you human blood. Both options leave you paranoid with the blood/food he gives you. If you ever try to refuse what he gives you, he’s not afraid to force it down your throat himself.

Threatens to give you blood from your family or friends if you continue to try and cause problems. While he wouldn’t ever really want to actually give you blood from a loved one, he’s not above lying and telling you the blood you're drinking is from them.

The new strength and speed you gain from being turned makes Donnie paranoid. Theoretically, you now have a better chance at escaping. To negate this problem, Donnie makes you wrist and ankle weights to slow you down. At least, until you give him a reason to slow you down permanently.

Raphael:

Raph only feeds off you when he’s too tired to go find his own food. He’s paranoid he’ll drain you, even when his brothers insist it’s impossible. He doesn’t see a reason to feed off you when he has a supply of animal blood at the ready. The difference in taste isn’t a big thing to him, and he doesn’t mind having to find his own food while he’s out. The sewers have plenty of small critters living around.

He’s terrified of hurting you. Raph knows he’s strong, and he’s not always the most sure footed because of his large size. When he accidentally hurt you before, he would coddle you for weeks, but now that he’s nearly twice as strong normally? He knows he’s going to have a lot of accidents, so he practically babies you until he’s adjusted to his new strength. He doesn’t care how suffocating you say he’s being, he refuses to let you be hurt when you don’t need to be.

Waits till you're older to turn you. He wants you to stay human for as long as possible. While he knows turning you would be beneficial as you’d be less likely to get hurt, he doesn’t like the idea of taking your humanity until he has to. Refuses to argue about turning you when he finally does. He mentions it once and doesn’t care how much you protest. He’s let you stay human for years longer than needed. You should be thanking him in his eyes.

Likes to hold you a lot more. He’ll keep you in his arms as he moves from room to room, or be cuddling you whenever you’re both alone. Having you with him forever makes him so happy, and he doesn’t want any time to go by without you feeling loved, or how he perceives loving you anyways.

Hates you when leave his sight. Now that you’re faster and stronger, he’s afraid you’ll do something stupid and try to run. He sees keeping you near him as him protecting you from yourself.

Doesn’t let up on his protective behavior, even though you’re now tougher. He’s not taking any chances with you and your safety. Any plea to leave and go outside is instantly shut down. You’re no longer human, you don’t need to go up top anymore. Your place is with him, forever.

Leonardo:

He doesn’t tell you until he feels it’ll help him. He likes having the extra strength you won’t know about, at least until telling you benefits him. If you’re throwing a fit or have refused to talk to him for a while, he’ll flash his fangs and threaten to drain you until you pass out. After you know, he’ll constantly remind you of his heightened senses and strength. He doesn’t want you to forget how hard it will be to ever leave his side.

Is always a bit worried he’ll get too rough with you and hurt you more than he means to. His upgraded strength makes him more confident, but he doesn’t always remember how much strength he gained. Even as he teases you, he’s hesitant to actually try and mess with you in case he goes too far.

Dry bites a lot. He likes just sinking his fangs in your shoulder while he holds you close, liking the fact you’ll have the imprint of his teeth in your skin for a while. He doesn’t like to feed from you, since it makes him feel like a parasite, but he likes to see the faces you make when he touches the holes his teeth made in your skin.

Waits a while to turn you, mostly because he knows you’ll be able to run faster if you ever do get away. Before he turns you, he’ll start keeping you locked away more. He’ll have you turned while you’re asleep so you don’t even know what happened. In Leo’s opinion, the less you know about this, the better.

He’s ecstatic now that you’re going to be by his side forever. His worst nightmare was losing you, and now he’ll never have to worry about that again. You don’t have to worry about most diseases, death, or being alone now that you have him. Leo treats turning you like a huge favor, ignoring the fact he knows you never wanted it. He plays off hiding it like it was a surprise.

Pretty much solely feeds you animal blood at first, only giving you human if he feels you’re acting out too much. He doesn’t tell you of the change, but he knows it tastes different, and you do too. He doesn’t want to mess with your food too much, since blood is now the only thing you can consume.

If you ever do escape, he’ll probably go straight to an extreme now. You’re stronger, and you're more agile due to the mutation, which makes you harder to contain. He’s not willing to lose you, even if it means hurting you.

[shapelytimber]

Look, social media aus are very dumb but fun to do fklxkdk Illya would make short videos (mostly) about fashion, and Napoleon would be very unsubtle about being a Spy

I am formally apologizing to the uncle fandom for tiktoker Illya Kuryakin, I have no regrets (also @quijicroix is part responsible, being my evil advisor)

Here are the posts in details, and the profile pics :)

[COMMISSIONS]

No process this time, just me yapping for way to long about every choice and refs that went into this dumb au below vvv

Illya is younger than Napoleon (I usualy headcanon him at around 25 and Napoleon 35ish), so I think their use of social media would be quite different : hence Illya on Tiktok and Napoleon on Instagram. Also it's not the 60s so Illya can be like 10% less reppressed :)) but as a debuff Napoleon now has the technology to call him a nerd

Illya's page started as a cover for some affair, but he ended up kinda enjoying doing it in his free time. It's like a hobby for him, a way to experiment with fashion ! It's what made him want to pursue fashion design as a career after his curent spy job. And also I think he gets more and more nervous the more followers he gets, because as a spy having a chance to get recognise in the street is really bad dkdldlos Napoleon teases him endlessly that he became a tiktoker (as he should)-

Did I, at one point in the project, had to scrap the thirst trap idea to keep the fashion nerd vibes ? Yes I did, but just know he uses the "twink" tag :)

• The first post is a ref to the discotheque affair, not the best episode and a great miss for not including a disco Illya outfit, so I made him one to match the other :D

• The second is to the Hot number, but he gets to wear the thrush pattern !

• The third one is what made me do all of this ! Because, if you're not french, you might not know about one of my favorite yearly twitter threads : Met Gala outfits as INSEE graphs by Clara Dealberto ! Don't care about the met gala, but this is very funny :) and such a Illya Kuryakin thing to do kdkdkd

• fourth one isn't fashion related, it's a ref to popart and the "he has Dostoïevski eyes" line that made us laught a lot

• A little Fiddlesticks for the dog post, because it's a banger episode. Plus a nod to he dog expert from it, with whom Illya had palpable sexual tension fkfkfkl I like to think they kept contact ;) (shoutout to this fic (Intensity by AconitumNapellus) who absolutely get the vision, 10/10 guy to "cheat" on your boyfriend with)

• and the final one is a make over because of course it is

As for Napoleon, being older and less invested in this, an instagram made sense. But crutialy, I get such strong modern oss117 vibes from Napoleon (the way he shoots his gun, the goofy faces, the awkward stance everytime he enters a place, the inexplicable in universe rizz...) dkfkldls modern oss117 was a parody of both 60s james bond and older oss117 movies, but I'm now convinced they also whatched some uncle while doing these, it's just so obvious- anyway all this to say, in the second movie oss117 has to pose as a photographer and gets way too invested in his cover (it's his thing don't question it), and at the end of the movie we get to see all the photography he took during his mission..... Let me tell you how hard it was to resist him having an instagram full of blurry women on the street (canon 60s napoleon would have done it I'm sorry)- but what I kept was the pretty "badly" shot pics of random things, tho you sometimes get the odd decent pic taken by Illya. And he gets to be in a duck floatie as a treat and nod to oss <3

• Pinned post is because it became frustrating for him having to respond to people asking him if it was his real name or if he was a far right french man simping for Bonaparte

• first post is not a ref, but if my very sexy flat car was burning in the desert I would take a pic (ft Illya despairing) kdkdkd

• Duck floatie is a oss117 ref

• selfie with a beautiful woman (ft his finger), no ref I just love drawing women

• also Fiddlesticks for the cute Napoleon fox !! And to kinda link the two profiles :)

• and finaly Spy with my face ! He tried taking a picture of his date (I'll let you decide who it was), but oops front facing camera kdkdkdk

Can you tell I had a lot of fun doing this ? I love this show way to much omfg

PS : if you've never seen the recent oss117 movies, you should they funny ! But oh god some jokes are terrible- the first one is the best, minus one gay joke frankly not great. They nail the gay joke in the second one but oh god... They do not always win the 'is our character a piece of shit or is the movie problematic' gamble so be aware of that. And the 3rd one is shit don't bother

PPS : I don't use Tiktok, I tried my best to emulate the feeling of it but be aware I have no idea what I'm doing dkkdld

[creatingblackcharacters]

Paul Strickland from 911 Lone Star is suuuch an underrated character (pretty much all the characters of color in that show are underrated in the fandom 😭). Paul is a trans Black man (played by trans actor Brian Michael Smith).

Paul is observant, which he says he is because he had to watch his own back from bigots. The show has explored his relationship with his family a bit, which was a pretty good single episode storyline. They’ve also explored a bit of his dating life troubles and in the latest season he started dating Asha, a woman that he knew way back in like grade school. Their back and forth dynamic is really cute!

He’s so kind and funny! One of my favorite things about his character is that he loves reading and there’s plenty of different scenes where he’s just hanging back reading. He takes his job as a firefighter seriously and with pride. I wish he would have just a bit more screen time or storylines because there could be so much more done with his character than what they have :( and I wish the fandom gave him more love it’s so frustrating to go through the shows tag and mostly just see the gay couple on the show 😭

Anyways, Paul is wonderful. He has the most amazing, infectious smile that always gets me happy and his emotional scenes are so impactful.

It really reminds me that so many people think Queer and White are synonymous. Because how could the gay couple get so much attention, but here is a Black trans man played by a Black trans actor and... Crickets? It's rep! It's the very rep we've been asking for! How is he not worth celebrating just as much? So I'm sorry to hear that Paul doesn't get much love. Not shocked, but very sorry.

But trust, I've already had one queued, and I've got another queued up for this show, and again. Insane that I've never once heard of these Black characters despite having heard of this show. A shame. Paul sounds really cool fr, both as a character and as representation.

[misc-obeyme]

a threesome with solomon and luci would be insane... as long as lucifer doesn't kick solomon out for being annoying

Ah, noticed my tags on this post huh?

The thing is, I just think the Solomon and Lucifer relationship is really really funny. So throw in getting sexy with MC and the hilarity ramps up significantly. Plus can you imagine if it was a condition for Lucifer to make a pact with both MC and Solomon???

I really think Lucifer would only make a pact with Solomon if it was the only way to get a pact with MC. Like MC just says it's all or nothing, buddy.

Lucifer would refuse for a while, but I think he'd cave eventually.

Then MC hits him with the oh yeah and a threesome lol.

He'd be so angry. Solomon would probably be like as fun as it is to troll Lucifer, I'm a little concerned for my own well being.

I like to think of it as MC being sly. Both Lucifer and Solomon are not exactly thrilled with the idea, but they're also not against it and if that's what MC wants, then okay.

But then it turns out they're inexplicably attracted to each other and MC mostly just gets to watch them with a smug expression.

More description and NSFW MDNI below the read more (it's mild nothing super explicit).

It starts when Lucifer sees all of Solomon's pact marks for the first time. He can't help but be turned on by the sight of all that power just casually displayed on Solomon's skin.

And Solomon can feel him looking. It's making his limbs tingle. He's suddenly a little shy and can't meet Lucifer's eyes.

MC is just sitting on Lucifer's bed (because you know he would insist on this happening on his own turf), watching them with a little smile.

Lucifer clears his throat and turns to MC, trying to make it seem like he's only interested in them anyway.

MC can see them just struggling with the fact that they're more interested in each other than they want to be, so they kinda step in and facilitate things.

It's easier for both of them if MC is in the middle, you know? Then they can pretend to themselves that it's about them.

I suspect at some point, Solomon does annoy Lucifer, who absolutely threatens to kick him out, but MC is able to redirect him before he does.

After that, things are never the same between those two. And everybody else is like what's going on with them? Meanwhile MC is just like huh who can say? LOL I'm so sorry this is such a crackship but it's just so funny to me, I can't help myself.

[anki-of-beleriand]

Bad Liar ch. 15

Summary: Life is about lessons, and Wanda has been learning some harsh facts that had define her life and taken her to a place in which she was given a second chance. Then, all of a sudden, she meets you, and she realizes why it's easier to lie to yourself than to accpet what's right in front of her.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff/ Female!reader - America/Kate - Mentions of past Vision/Wanda - past Natasha/Reader - Some Female!Reader/Carol Danvers - Mentions of Natasha/Maria being married

Warnings: Slow burn - Enemies to friends to lovers - Mentions of abusive relationships - Toxic relationships - angst - drama - mentions of abuse - violence - mentios of abused and sexual assault - more tags as the story progress.

Author's note: They needed to find a way out, but it turned out to be a deathly way to deal with the current confrontation.

This chapter was really hard to write because I didn't want to focuse too much on the violence but I did want to put the tension around everyone. They are not agents or people with superpowers, so perhaps their reactions is tied up to what they had seen in movies and who they are more so that because of that expertise. Guys, we are almost there!!! Please rmemeber English is not my mother tongue so forgive my grammar, spelling and funny mistakes, hope you like this one.

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Chapter 15

Five minutes to midnight

You let out a groan, your body weighted you down and the world in front of your eyes was spinning out of control. You opened your mouth, but no sound came, only the ragged breathing that created a piercing pain on your chest.

Wanda 

Her name came into mind, and soon after panic rose in your mind. You needed to move, and fast, Wanda was outside and she was in danger. With great effort you tried to sit up, pain clutch at your arm and the office spiralled in front of your eyes. You held your head, taking a deep breath that made you open your mouth in discomfort.

You tried to evaluate the damage, your legs were left mostly unharmed, but your midsection, your arms and your head had been harmed quite badly. You grimaced trying to stand up holding onto the table, your eyes closed for a moment before you found the broken mobile on the far corner. Staggering towards the place, you let out a cry when you tried to grab the mobile. The screen had been crushed, and the normal functions of the phone were not available for you.

“Tony.” You rasped out, “Friday call Tony.”

The mobile flickered, the sound was not good and suddenly it just turned off. You dropped the article turning around, it would be up to you to get help. You dragged yourself to the door, each step a painful reminder of the fight you held with the man.

Your hand lifted to the panel to call for the elevator. You waited, taking slow breaths, trying to hold onto your sanity while thinking about Wanda. About your family.

“Y/N!!!!” 

You let out a whimper, turning around fast made you crash against the wall. your eyes went wide, and relief soon filled your expression when you noticed Maria coming towards you with the security detail of the building and Nick Fury.

“Maria, Wanda…” you started watching as everyone started checking the floor, Fury held you up with Maria cupping your face, completely pale and trembling.

“Wanda…you didn't tell me…” you groaned trying to glare at the woman, but Maria shook her head.

“I wasn't supposed to, Y/N. Natasha made me promise, it was to make sure Wanda's secret was safe…”

You shook your head glaring at Maria and Fury, “if anything happens to her…”

You groaned again, tears coming out of your eyes, Maria’s lip quivered while putting your face in her hands.

“I'm sorry, they already sent a search and capture warrant with Wanda's car description and plates.” Maria tried to soothe your worries; Fury nodded to the lift where a pair of paramedics came in ready to assist you.

“America, Billy and Tommy…”

“I sent someone over there, everything is being taken care of.” Fury placed you on the floor slowly, the stern glance firmly in place.

“He said something to you, anything else that may help us in our search?” 

You shook your head letting the paramedics do their job, you tried to wrap your mind in what was happening, the officials and security looking around the place.

“I just wished you had told me…” You mumbled tiredly; your attention turned to the two men attending to your wounds. “How bad is it?”

“I think we need to take you to the hospital,” one of them started checking the bruises and the general stated you were in, “some bones may be broken but we cannot be certain unless we take some x-rays or…”

“No, I need…I need a computer.” You replied shaking your head, lifting your face to see Maria there, “call Tony.”

“Y/N I think…” Fury started but your eyes shot a heated glare towards the man.

“My family is in danger, Fury.” You motioned to the paramedics so they could help you up, “you need help, and right now Tony and I are your best hope, you got us into this mess, you better pray to God that this ends well…”

Fury held your stare with his sole eye, he pursed his lips tempted to say something against your plan but you were probably right. He nodded curtly, with Maria already making the call to Tony; you let out a breathy cough shivering while motioning to one of the medics to come closer.

“I need something for the pain, but not to leave me out of it, do you have something like that?”

He hesitated glancing at his partner then at you, “we’re not supposed to….”

“Don’t worry, I will take full responsibility, just…give me your best drug I will need it.” You mumbled making your way to the closest lab, you sat down in one of the chairs while turning on the computer.

“There are two patrols driving right now towards your house, they will be there in twenty minutes,” Fury entered the room with you, his eye glancing curiously at the screen, “Tony is coming over, he will be here in ten. What exactly are you doing?”

“This man…I know you guys want him for the deals he is making but, Maria, how bad is it going to be for Wanda? I need to know everything.”

Fury and Maria glanced at one another, you hit the table with your fist glaring at the both of them while pointing to the screen.

“I can hack into her mobile and his, I can put a tracker on them or the car Wanda is using, but I need to know everything! I need to know she is going to be fine! That nothing is going to happen!!”

This last part was said with tears welling up in your eyes, “tell me you don’t think this man is going to hurt Wanda or Billy or Tommy or even America…and I step aside…”

Maria clenched her jaw sitting right beside you turning on another of the computers, “what do you want me to do?”

Fury huffed putting his mobile out and typing really quick before making a phone call, you winced with your eyesight getting blurry every once in a while, but your fingers moving decisively over the keyboard.

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Wanda drove in silence, her mind completely blank reflecting what her face was trying to convey. The world passing her through was moving in slow motion, Wanda could not feel anything at all, she was just going through the motions with the weight of Vision's hand on her thigh gripping her tightly to the point she could almost feel the bruises he was leaving on her.

For a brief moment Wanda played with the idea of crashing her car against a tree or a wall. She could actually spot a couple of places that could work for her plan, she knew that whatever happened her boys would be okay. She liked to think that you wouldn't leave them alone and that maybe Natasha would also come forth to help them out. But Vision cut her hopes off when he punched her thigh pressing the barrel of the gun on her ribs.

“Don't even think about it,” Vision spoke in a dangerous whisper, the cold anger sent shivers down Wanda's back, “if we're not there by the time the clock strikes the six, Agatha will make sure our children join us in death.”

“No…” Wanda held her tongue before she could say something else.

She was not surprised that Agatha's name came into play in the conversation. The young woman had known that their neighbour had been playing on Vision’s side from the very beginning. At first, Wanda had fallen for her good-natured smile and the complicity she came by on that first meeting, it took Wanda some time to realise that all her secrets and mistakes were being told to her husband by the very woman she thought was her friend.

Soon, Wanda discovered Agatha enjoyed her suffering while also flirting with Vision and making her children's life impossible. The fact that, at the end of everything, Agatha had come forth to be with Vision in such a predicament was not a surprise at all.

“Yes, Agatha is a good pet, I have to admit that much.” Vision said offhandedly, he turned to Wanda and this time around his hand drew circles on her thigh going up and down until he was grinding Wanda's crotch pressing his knuckles harshly. 

“But you, my love, have the most exquisite moans and tears I have ever seen in a woman,” he clenched his jaw when Wanda grimaced holding back her disgust but unable to hide it from his eyes.

Wanda let out a groan when he hit her hard on her thigh, he did it again, and again, and again until Wanda almost lost control of the wheel.

“Look where you are going, my love, or the kids will suffer. Now you are going to take your punishment quietly, like a good wife, are you not?”

“No.” The word came out of nowhere, it left her lips with more strength and conviction to what she actually felt at the moment.

Wanda flickered her glance through the rear mirror, Vision was left dumbstruck never before having heard such a tone of voice, or that strength behind his wife. He was so tempted to hurt her, to teach her…but, he leaned back on the seat if the car chuckling darkly.

“Sooner or later, my love, you will bend to my will.” He cocked his head pointing to the road, “for now, drive faster, we are almost there and I'm dying to see my kids.”

Wanda clenched her fist tightly around the wheel, she tried to hold back the tears welling up in her eyes. Her mind was screaming in pain, confusion and terror, she was trying desperately to give of a signal to one of the cars moving past her, she was trying to make faces or make sure anyone could see the state Vision was in. But it was as if the world was deaf and blind, for a moment she let go of her thoughts, and soon enough she thought of you. 

The panic that had risen inside her went limp for a moment, the memory of your smile and your words almost made her smile. She held onto these memories, while trying to quiet down her worries. She remembered Vision's words, the story of you laying on the floor in a pool made of your own blood.

And now, she was driving to her home begging and hoping that perhaps America had decided to go to her place with the twins or opted to take them out to someplace.

She could only hope, though. 

With a heavy heart, and fear she drove down the highway trying to make sure every camera on the road could take a good picture of her and the wounded Vision sitting by her side.

Time, all she needed was time.

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Agatha Harness stood by the window, her fingertips caressing the soft texture of the curtains protecting the intimacy of the house. She smiled, the two cops that had parked in front of Wanda's home had finished the inspection on the property talking through their radios before making their way to the car. 

She turned around to see America and Kate tied together on the ground while Tommy and Billy had been frozen on the sofa. The little boys were trembling, each one of them wearing the signs of the struggle they tried to put up when they came across the woman.

The ordeal had been far too easy, nor America or Kate knew of her, and by the time the twins were ready to scream she had put the weapon against the Bishop heir. Now, all she had to do was wait. 

“I don't suppose your sister keeps the alcohol in the living room, right?” Agatha put a hand on her cheek, her eyes gleaming mischievously at America who was glaring at her. “Yes, I think a house filled with teenagers would make her think twice about the storage of the alcohol.”

America struggled against the ropes on her hands, she lifted her chin in defiance only to be soothed over by the side glance from Kate and the whimpers from Tommy. Agatha rolled her eyes approaching the young teen, her fingers mapping out the features of the young woman.

“You are quite the beauty, Missy, just like your sister,” Agatha lifted a brow walking towards the closest table that held a picture of you and America, “I can see why Wanda fell for her. I have always suspected Wanda was odd, but never imagined she was into women. Tsk, no wonder she could never please Jarvis.”

The woman strolled around the room taking notice of the different objects adorning the living room, the pictures and the technological gadgets, the expensive furniture and the layout of the house. Without a doubt, you had money, and Agatha could appreciate the sleaziness behind Wanda's actions to get you wrapped around her finger. Too bad this wouldn't last,at least at the end you would be grateful that her and Jarvis would free you from such an arrogant, and quite dangerous individual.

The mobile she brought with her rang three times, her face lit up picking up the gadget from the table before turning to the twins.

“Well, boys, I hope you are ready because daddy just got here!” She exclaimed happily clapping while rushing to the sofa, she tried to put a hand on Tommy's shoulder but Billy slapped it away. 

“Nos, Billy, don't be like that,” the woman slapped Billy under the muffled protests of America and Kate, she glared at the boys before grabbing both of them harshly. “You two will behave, you will go out there and greet your dad and then we will be on our way. There is a long trip waiting for us, and your dad has made a great effort to make this perfect for the family.”

America winced under the biting pressure of the ropes on her hands, she felt the slashes on her wrists and the burning pain running up her arm. To her left, Kate was just breathing with her eyes, the only indicator that she was scared. America felt like an idiot, she knew it was her fault the woman had entered the house that this freaking woman had trapped them in and then dragged them to her house so the police couldn't notice they were missing. Many thoughts were crossing her mind, she was thinking about Wanda that was looking so beautiful that day, with hope and happiness at being on a date with you, she thought about you perhaps back at work ignorant of what was happening. America wished she could do something, but her fight against the binds on her wrist had caused a lot of damage and she couldn't risk anything foolish that would endanger Kate, Billy or Tommy.

Agatha fixed herself pushing the twins forward to the door, she put on a big smile while opening the door. America's breath caught in her throat when her eyes fell on the figure of Wanda Maximoff and Edwin Jarvis. Both of them wore the signs of struggle, blood and bruises covering their bodies but whereas Wanda was scared with her green eyes falling on her children then on America; Jarvis was looking enraged.

“Jarvis!! What happened to you?” The other woman ran to her lover, but the man dismissed her pushing her and Wanda away to greet his children.

“Billy, Tommy, my boys,” he opened his arms waiting for the greeting of her children, his expression changing into one of anger when the boys didn't move from the spot, if anything their eyes went wide open sending glances to Wanda.

“Is this the way I teach you to greet me, boys?” Jarvis never lifted his voice, he spoke calmly, softly with a hint of coldness in his voice.

Wanda nodded at the twins, and after a moment of hesitation they came to Jarvis hugging him with trembling hands. Jarvis smirked ruffling their heads harshly making them wince under the pressure.

“That wasn't so hard, was it?”

The man limped inside the house closing the door behind him, he pushed Wanda further into the house before settling his eyes on America and Kate. He raised a brow quite amused at Agatha who smiled back.

“They were in the way.”

“Indeed.” Jarvis sat down on the sofa, his eyes falling on America for a long moment before pointing at Wanda, “now dear come sit here, we need to talk about the future.”

Wanda held back her facial expression, she tried to conceal the disgust she was feeling at the thought of her sitting on Vision's lap. The man path his thigh three times, and Wanda knew she would need to comply or else, this would end up badly. With some reluctance, she stepped forward knowing America and Kate were looking at her shaking their heads while Tommy and Billy cried silently sitting on the chair in front of them.

“Now, dear, we're going to talk about the future and your misdeeds,” the man passed his hand through Wanda's uncovered knee, his eyes gleaming in lust ignoring the open frown from Agatha.

“You see, Mrs. Y/L/N,” he said directing his attention to America, the young woman scowled but said nothing, “I gave everything to my wife, I took her in when no one else loved her, I educated her, dress her, I have her children, a house…and what does she do? She leaves in the middle of the day and takes my children with her. Why? Because she is a bad woman and a bad mother, and she is always defying me and going against my wishes, even though she has been mine since the very first time his father sold her to me.”

Wanda felt her lower lip quivered; the fear she was experimenting soon mixed up with the anger his words were fuelling. The muscles on her arms and shoulders tensed, her fingers twitching trying to form a fist she still didn't dare to throw to the man that had his hand on her thigh. The young woman was trying with all her might to look for a way out, her eyes found those of America and Kate and she regretted the moment she hid the truth from you or rejected the idea of this ever happening. But, what she regretted the most was dragging you and your family into this mess.

Would you still love her if something were to happen to America?

Would you still want Wanda after all of this?

Wanda needed her kids, America and Kate safe, she let her eyes wander around the room before turning to Vision. Nausea raised inside her throat, her heart almost stopping with the shiver of sheer repulsion as she lifted her hand to cup Jarvis face.

The man let her eyes wander back to Wanda, he had not lost his scowl but now there was curiosity in his gestures. He raised a single eyebrow, his lips curling slightly when he spotted the fear and submission in Wanda.

“Are you going to apologize?” He asked Wanda nodded, opening her mouth only to close it again.

The words tangled themselves on her throat, Jarvis snorted lifting his hand only to wrap in around her neck.

“You will have time for that for now I think we need to go.” He grabbed Wanda tightly making her stand up while he did too, letting out a groan of pain.

His face was swelling slowly, while the eye you had hurt was bleeding profusely. Wanda stepped back when he almost fell down, but the man held onto Wanda before straightened up.

“As fun as this has been,” Jarvis turned to America and Kate, “we will leave, I'm sorry about your loss, but surely you understand that when you mess with a taken woman the consequences may be…deathly.”

America opened her eyes, they stinged with unshed tears just as her struggle against the ropes started again. Jarvis smirked when Wanda shook her head, and desperation filled America's face.

“I'm sure you will thank me, once you are able to come upon such a good inheritance.” The man stepped away from Wanda going over to where the twins were sitting, he grasped their clothes pulling them to him harshly making them yelped and Wanda almost went to their rescue. Agatha was right on top of her stopping her before pushing her to the entrance door.

“However, if by any chance, Y/L/N survive then…you may let her know that I make sure to take my wife in body and soul,” Jarvis continued with his rant, “and that the last thing she did before the end was scream my name.”

Kate clenched her jaw trying to hold back her tears, America was still struggling trying to get free to get to her phone. Her mind wrapped around the idea of you being dead or badly wounded without any help.

Jarvis pushed his family to the door, and he was about to close the door when his ears caught the sound of guns getting ready to fire. He turned around only to see five police cars parked on the street cutting off the exit. He snarled, grabbing his own gun and pointing it to Tommy. This time around Wanda did react by hitting Agatha on the face while going to Tommy, she stopped dead in her tracks when Vision pressed the barrel on Tommy's head.

“Are you ready to risk it, dear?”

“Vision, please…take me, just…take me, leave him alone.” Wanda begged, her voice trembling with her eyes wide open.

Tommy started sobbing with Billy gripping his brother wide eyed with tears streaming down his cheeks.

The moment of tension grew amongst them, Vision ready to risk everything to get out of the situation alive. And everything would have ended in tragedy if it wasn't for his phone that started ringing. The man blinked a couple of times confused, he kept the gun pointing to Tommy while also grabbing the phone with a hint of annoyance and curiosity. 

His brows got lost on the hairline, with his lips twitching back while the skin around his cheeks tensed. His eyes went quickly to Wanda who was struggling with herself ready to grab her children, Vision huffed, pressing the green button while locking his glance with Wanda.

“I am very surprised to see you survive.” His voice dripped sarcasm, a hint of anger tainting his words.

“I can't say I was left unaffected, but my people were nearby,” you trailed off holding whatever else you wanted to say to the man while fear gripped your heart tightly, “but your failure is not the reason I call you about.”

You winced when Peggy Carter and James Logan glared at you while pointing to the script they had set up for you. The man at the other end of the line chuckled darkly, the scream from Wanda and Tommy almost made you drop the phone.

“I wouldn't call it a failure if you are at the office and I am at your home with them, and your sister.”

You clenched your fists tightly, wincing when the effort tensed the bruises in your body.

“Touché.” You took a deep breath, the words leaving your mouth with a bad taste, “I have a proposal for you.”

This time around Vision was looking extremely interested, he didn't lose sight of the police patrols or the people surrounding the house. He could see everyone waiting for the action while he spoke with you. His eyes soon drifted to Wanda and the kids, before settling in Agatha who had her own weapon tightly grasped on her left hand. He weighed his options, the tension kept growing and he knew any moment now a team of negotiators would arrive to control the situation.

The end of this particular chapter of his life wasn't looking bright, and he hated that he let himself be caught in such a foolish action. He contemplated his options, but your voice soon brought to the table a most suitable deal.

“Kingpin sold you out for a pretty good deal of money you stole from him,” you let out a raspy cough, the pain shooting electric spasm through your body, “you know what will happen, jail would be your grave.”

Vision narrowed his eyes, nodding to Agatha and Wanda to go back inside the house, his hand never wavering while pointing the gun to his son. He frowned, noticing that not since the phone call had anyone done or said anything, no one had dared to even approach him or try to talk him out of the threat. Vision’s mind started working fast through the different possibilities and ways in which he could get out of the situation. Your words had made his blood run cold, a shiver of sheer terror went through him knowing that his previous associate knew of the embezzlement of the money he had done while working for the man.

How did you know him? 

Did he really rat Vision out?

“He is a practical man, and I'm a woman of business. Why do you think the police have done nothing to try and take you out and away from my family?”

“Perhaps they are afraid I could keep my promise of putting a bullet in my son's head.” Vision retorted, you sighed in exasperation and the man was really tempted to put the bullet in your forehead.

“You are not an idiot, they won't do anything unless I say so. Money can buy a lot of things, Jarvis.”

Jarvis was starting to feel tired, his head was hurting and his eye was actually killing him. The sight on his right eye was getting blurry and with every minute that passed his body felt heavier and sensitive on his skin.

“And how much does your sister and her girlfriend cost, Y/N?” this time he turned to America who was torn between relief and fear. 

“Enough to make an effort and call you back.”

“What about the life of my children and Wanda?”

This time around he could hear the intake of breath on your end, he smirked tilting his head until his eye was mocking Wanda.

“Ah, not that much, I see. Don't worry, I don't blame you, if she did this to me, imagine what she would do to you.”

Wanda was trembling, her arms limped at her sides. She had her eyes on her children, forgetting the tears rolling down her cheeks or the ability to move, her only concern was to get Tommy and Billy out of the situation she was in at the moment. Wanda blinked, turning to Vision wrapping her mind around his words, soon she understood who was behind the line talking to him and her heart almost stopped beating at the relief she felt knowing you were alive. How did they end up in such a mess? How was it possible that Vision had access to you? Or that he had found her and the twins?

So many questions, and Wanda was trying to gather her strength to fight. She could live with the idea of her dying or being taken away by Vision but her children…she had left the man to make sure they could grow in peace. They would have a chance.

Wanda waited with her heart at her throat, and her mind moving through different scenarios while Vision continued talking through the phone. 

The room was only filled with the sound of Vision's conversation with you, everyone had their eyes on him waiting. Making time.

Jarvis snarled into the phone, finally giving into his own pain and sitting down. Sweat rolled down his forehead, her hand was trembling while holding the phone against his ear.

“I am a businesswoman, Jarvis, so I have a proposal.”

You took a deep breath; you had rehearsed this speech before but it didn't mean you felt comfortable saying it out loud. Peggy nodded curtly at you; Logan was talking on the other line while Fury was snarling orders to two different teams right outside the van you were in. You waited to hear the laboured breath of the man at the other end of the line, your mind going to your sister, to Wanda, to Kate and the twins. You should have been stronger, you should have hit first and ask questions later, you should have…

A hand placed softly on your shoulder; Tony offered a single smile shaking his head. Your lower lip quivered but the man shook his head placing a hand on his chest before pointing a finger at you. You nodded, turning to face Peggy once more.

“I have resources, I have money…more than you can even imagine.”

“I can imagine a lot.” The man stated before adding, “but right now I am imagining my freedom, and my life…with my family, of course.”

“You don't need the kids, but you need Wanda and Agatha.” You made a face, scrunching up your nose paled and nauseous, “they can be bred and I can get you someone suitable for your tastes.”

Jarvis chuckled darkly, he glanced at Wanda putting his phone out of his ear and putting the conversation on speaker.

“Are you really telling me to leave my children and breed my wife again?” Jarvis smirked when Wanda's expression faltered at those words, “how fast is the affection you held for her.”

“Again, I deal with business, not so much emotions. I needed a good time, and Wanda offered that.” You closed your eyes before continuing, “I have a jet ready, a country without extradition and the means to make you rich, give you a new life and stop Kingpin from torturing you after you decided to steal from him.”

Wanda couldn't help but lowered her eyes at your words, she was confused but she also knew there was something else behind what you were saying. She had to hope, she had to wait. Jarvis shifted on the sofa, for the very first time since this whole mess started he finally took into consideration the woman that had come to him into this mess. Agatha approached him tentatively, her hand brushing his hair away from his face.

“Do you think it is true? Do you think she is offering a good deal?” The woman was not so sure, she had seen you beside Wanda and the twins, you looked pretty much in love with Wanda and this was a little fishy for her, but so far she had let Vision's lead the way and was not about to contradict him.

Jarvis tilted his head glancing with his good eye to the woman, he grabbed her by the hair crashing his lips to hers.

“What is the catch?” Jarvis finally asked and you chuckled.

“Let my sister and Kate Bishop go with the twins, the police are not going to stop you once you leave the house with Wanda and the other woman.” You stated flatly, your eyes burning with rage, “I will be your bargaining chip, they won't dare to hurt me or intervene in any way, and you will have access to my power, my money.”

Everyone in the room went silent, America opened her eyes shaking her head in disbelief with Kate frowning. Wanda felt dizzy, her heart dripping to her feet while she tried to wrap her mind around what you just said. Jarvis weighed his options, his good eye flickered to the kids and the teens, undoubtedly they would be too much dead weight to carry around while trying to get away from the police. Wanda was the easiest option, she and Agatha would obey Jarvis's instructions if necessary while also a great source of amusement for him. Besides, you were offering something equally interesting: yourself.

Could this be a trap? Yes, of course, but Jarvis bet he could play his cards carefully and get away with it. He could get freedom, money, and a new life.

“You have yourself a deal, Y/N but I will put the conditions to ensure I'm not double crossed.”

“Very well, tell me what conditions do you have?”

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No one was speaking, your hand held the kevlar best with your eyes examining the article closely. Fury and Tony waited patiently for you, pursed on your lips telling the two men you were not convinced about using this for the mission. The bulletproof vest was body contoured built to adjust to your torso to offer the best protection, it was a near-fit of military engineering.

Still, you were not convinced.

Jarvis could notice the article, and everything they had been working for could fall down in a second. Besides, Wanda's life depended on you doing your job well.

“I won't do it, Wanda's life is still on the line.” You fault out refused the item putting on your jacket, your eyes glancing from Tony to Fury.

“Y/N, this is a dangerous mission and you're a civilian, you're being sent because…” Fury started for the tenth time, you lifted a single hand shutting him immediately, much to his surprise. 

“You got me and my family in this mess while keeping the identity of this maniac a secret.” There was a heavy huff behind your words, your stare hardening as you continued, “don't try to patronise me with this, you messed up and you need me, so I'll do this part my way.”

Fury rolled his sole eye ready to fight when Peggy Carter entered the trailer, her sharp eyes pinning you to the spot. 

*Everything is ready, are you sure you don't want the protection?” She asked curtly, you shook your head and after a second of hesitation Peggy nodded.

“Your car is right outside, you have your phone and the tracker and the teams are getting ready.” The older woman hesitated before stepping closer to you, “your sister is doing okay, she is being looked after by Hope and Natasha, the twin and Ms. Bishop is doing fine though a little scared.”

“Thank you for the update.” 

“You know the plan?”

You nodded curtly; the older woman smirked her eyes twinkling smartly at you.

“Then, let's move it.”

Jarvis had chosen an abandoned military station in the midst of a forgotten highway. The place had hosted the secret service working against the Nazis back in the 30’s, night was already there the lights of the cars had disappeared almost forty minutes ago while the radio finally gave in to the lack of signal. You drove fast, as fast as the speed limit and your car allowed it, your heart had not stopped beating with a constant thud with your mind going over and over through the plan that you had been subjected to by the authorities.

New year was closed now.

And Camp David was just around the corner.

The place looked empty, the gates had been opened recently and you could see a car parked in the distance the lights still on. Your body trembled with anticipation, the pain of your wounds pulsating through your senses keeping you awake while the night engulfed the place in a dark, and sinister silence. The car came to a stop with the lights falling upon the form of Edwin ‘Vision’ Jarvis, who was wearing the signs of the fight you two engaged in hours ago. Tension is quite obvious, the fact the man trusted you enough to come here without any questions was enough to tell you he was desperate. As much as you were.

The door of the car closed with a dry thump; your eyes shifted to Wanda who was sitting by the passenger’s seat trying to hold onto the tears while Agatha had a gun to her head. Vision smirked when he realized you kept your word of coming alone, of giving into his demands and getting him closer to the escape he needed to have his freedom filled with money and pleasure.

“You kept your word.”

“I am a woman of my word, Jarvis.” You replied limping towards the man, his smile grew nastier noticing the pain and the effort it took you to make your way towards him.

“So it seems.” Jarvis nodded to the car, and in that moment your eyes crossed for the very first time with those of Wanda. Something inside you stirred with violence, you wished you could go to her and comfort her, to tell her the children were fine and that everything would be fine.

But you couldn’t, and what you did was to drift your stare to go back to Jarvis.

“Very well then let’s get this over with, you and I need medical attention and I already have someone in mind.”

Without any warning he lifted his hand wrapping it around your neck and squeezing hard, “I think you are in no position to order me around.”

You lifted your chin holding onto his eyes, he made sure that his hand never left your throat until your face turned into a nasty red colour and your eyes filled with tears. He kept his grip on you, growling while putting his face closer to yours.

“Jarvis, please!” Your heart fluttered tenderly when your heard Wanda speaking, and you couldn’t help the curve on your lips when the man let go of you.

You took a deep breath massaging your neck, your eyes gleaming with anger and defiance, an expression Vision would have a pleasure to take off of you as soon as you kept your part of the bargain.

“I hope you know that if you double cross me or if you try something against me nor Agatha, Wanda will end up with a bullet in her head.”

You clenched your jaw tightly, nodding curtly while nodding towards the car. Jarvis snorted pushing you hard against the car opening the driver’s door.

“Come on, time is of essence right now.”

The car smell like blood and sweat, your eyes found those of Wanda and for a brief moment you could see the doubt in her green eyes, you could sense her fears and the uncertainty of the whole situation. Agatha huffed hitting Wanda with the gun, she then turned to you making a face of pure disgust.

The car was put into motion, you glanced out of the window while giving the directions to the closest private airport. Without a doubt, Jarvis knew his way around the seclude parts in the country, and while he didn’t fancy to have anyone know where he was about to go, it was quite obvious for him he needed you and this place to get away from the authorities. He didn’t trust you that much, if the police had arrived at your home he knew they would be looking for you and him after the scene at your place.  

Jarvis drove fast, erratically showing the signs of exhaustion and pain that had been consuming him all through the afternoon. You could see him losing the battle against his wounds and the state he was in, just as you could notice the craziness consuming the woman sitting beside you with the gun tightly pressed against Wanda’s head. The silence in the car was only interrupted by Jarvis ragged breathing, and the engine of the car.

Soon, and after more than an hour of driving you saw the gates leading to the private airport. The place was empty, the guard that was supposed to be watching over the gates was absent though the security hut held onto white light flickering from time to time. Jarvis stopped the car holding onto his grunts before turning his eyes to you.

“Well?”

You frowned leaning forward, your head turned left and right shrugging.

“The guard is not supposed to leave his post.” You commented softly, a sigh left your lips with your eyes flickering to Wanda, “I can try and see…”

“No, Agatha, give me the gun go and see who is in there and open the gate.”

Agatha hesitated before giving in and handing the gun to Jarvis, the man enjoyed the control he had over the women in the car. Not only did Wanda obey without protesting and was now as she had always been, quiet and submissive, but Agatha was ready to comply with all he needed and wanted and you…well, you were smart, you did nothing to jeopardy your security and that of Wanda, with time Jarvis would make sure to correct your sexual deviation while submitting you to him.

The place looked empty, though Jarvis could see the workers of the night shift filling out the hangars, small cars moving in and out before settling for the night. Everything looked quite normal, a night in a private airport in which charter planes waited for a new trip, you shifted in the back seat glancing around the place while directing Jarvis to the last entrance.

“When is the plane schedule to leave?” Jarvis asked glancing back at you through the rearview mirror, you furrowed your brows putting your phone from your pocket before handling it over to the man.

“Five minutes to midnight.”

“Why? Why so late?” Agatha asked with tension dripping from her voice.

Jarvis quirked a brow, he too was quite interested in the answer to such a question. He had never known of a plane to take off at such an hour, his eyes went back to the road taking close attention to everything and everyone making sure no one would dare to stop them.

“We need to justify the flight, I told the pilot I was needed it in Paris for a meeting.” You replied shrugging, “I told him I didn’t want to wait so he got the permissions and that’s the latest we could get.”

“Permission? I thought that you could fly whenever you want.” Agatha furrowed her brows, but it was Jarvis the one who laughed shaking his head.

“Don’t be an idiot, we need to ask for permission to take off, it’s not like grabbing a car or anything like that…” Jarvis then shrugged, “I did think it would be faster…”

You huffed rolling your eyes, “no, flying it is far more complicated than driving.”

“Very well, do we go in or stay outside?” Jarvis was approaching the last Hangar, he lifted his eyes to you.

“Let’s get in.”

The place was lit up by the white and yellowish lights of lamps hanging from the ceiling; the gate was completely open with the nose of the plane pointing to the runaway ready for the trip. Jarvis exited the car walking around to stretch his hand to Wanda, the young woman hesitated enough for him to lean in and gripped her forearm tightly. You tried to step closer but Agatha stood by your side pressing painfully the barrel of the gun on your ribs.

The place was alone, but the plane had the cabin door open with the stairs down waiting to be boarded.

“Look at the efficiency of your lover, dear.” Jarvis whispered in Wanda’s ear, “soon, you will know pain, and I won’t let you die until I have taken new children off of you. Until you are begging me to end your life.”

Wanda shivered clenching her jaw while keeping her eyes ahead of her, you shifted letting your eyes wandered around before settling on Jarvis. Out of the corner of your eye you saw movement in the cockpit, Agatha narrowed her eyes shifting uneasily at the silence in the room.

You worked hard on what you were supposed to do, Jarvis needed to go inside the cabin with Agatha but Wanda was a problem. You saw movement inside the plane once more, and you could feel eyes on you.

“We can wait inside the plane,” you suddenly offered, your voice trembling while you grabbed the phone, “I can call the pilot asking where he is.”

Jarvis frowned turning to you, “why is he not here?”

“I don’t know? Maybe you can ask him when he comes,” you replied harshly earning yourself a hard hit from the gun Agatha was holding, you were seeing stars while trying to hold onto your consciousness.

“I would hold back my tongue if I were you, Agatha doesn’t appreciate rudeness, much less if it is directed against me.” Jarvis commented approaching you, he snatched the phone off of your hands narrowing his eyes he tried to see that your communications were being done with the pilot.

He read the messages, his hand clenching into the mobile when he caught sight of those messages you had exchanged with Wanda.

“Very well, I think I need a drink, I hope you have a good whiskey inside.”

You scowled lifting your chin, “I do.”

Your heart was beating really hard, so far you had only seen one gun and it was the one that Agatha had been flashing all night threatening Wanda and then you. Your eyes drifted quickly to the cockpit and then to the back office in the Hangar. Your muscles tensed in anticipation, counting in your mind so as to distracted yourself from the growing anxiety inside your chest.

You followed Jarvis who pushed Wanda ahead of him, then he went behind her and Agatha staggered behind you. From the moment she arrived to the airport, Agatha had felt uneasy; there was just something so…strange about this. It was so easy, without any unwanted encounters.

Silence filled the place, you took a deep breath.

You trusted Fury and Peggy and all the forces that had filled out your building were capable of doing what they said they would without harming anyone. Your eyes flickered again to the cockpit window, this time around you could see the reflection of someone wearing military gear inside, then the swift movement in the back office and you knew you would need to get to Wanda before Jarvis could do something.

Behind you, and totally forgotten, was Agatha.

The woman that had obsessed over Jarvis, ready to do his biding as long as she got to enjoy a piece pf affection from him. She grabbed the gun, her eyes going big as saucers when they caught sight of someone inside the plane.

Everything happened in a second.

Wanda and Jarvis crossed the threshold of the plane’s gate, with you almost putting a foot on the stairs when the woman shrieked for Jarvis to come down. She grabbed you by your hair pulling hard, while Jarvis having heard and understood the meaning behind such a scream grabbed Wanda by her neck punching her several times on the ribs and abdomen making sure his grip on her was tight almost to the point of choking.

“GO! GO! GO!”

You grunted struggling against the older woman, your elbow finding her abdomen hitting her hard until she had to let go of your hair. You heard more than saw the screams and heavy footsteps moving towards you, you turned around hearing Wanda’s gasp and tiny scream for help.

“NOO!”

Agatha screamed and then, you stood there…

You didn’t even register the sound of the gun.

But you felt the bite from the bullet, the burning pain running through your body. And then, you knew no more.

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Next Chapter: Wanda can't sleep, the twins don't know how to deal and America is trying to hold it together. What is the price of happiness?

[maochira]

the father figures waking up in his apartment (belonging to the blue lock sports complex) and see shidou ryusei shirtless and making coffee in a kitchen THAT DOESN'T BELONG TO HIM. all for reader to show up moments after waking up in the kitchen and embarrassing herself because she forgot to say that her boyfriend was staying the night.

I will write Shidou at any given chance I love this cockroach man so very much he makes me feral. ALSO THIS REQUEST SOUNDS SO FUN TO WRITE SO LET'S GET THIS STARTED

Off-topic but have you guys ever wondered how I write 10+ fics in a day or is it just standard for me to spam literally all the Blue Lock writing tags (I'm not sorry) ((I get like 10 requests a day you're to blame)) (((please never stop sending requests my way)))

Father figure series masterlist

Current Blue Lock writing event

This is kind of a follow-up to this post aka reader and Shidou have been dating for a bit and the coaches know about it

Tags: gn!reader who's dating Shidou, I recommend reading a bit of the father figure series for context but not required

Noel Noa

-he expected anything BUT to see a shirtless Shidou when he entered the kitchen. He's probably never been more confused in his entire life

-just moments later you enter the kitchen, and of course, you get embarrassed and immediately yell at Shidou to put on a shirt. He protests at first, but you kept insisting on it, so he returns to your room to grab his shirt

-while Shidou is out of the kitchen, you just laugh nervously and say "looks like I forgot to tell you my boyfriend was staying overnight"

-Noa doesn't respond anything, he just looks at you. And you can clearly see the horror in his eyes because, knowing the kind of person Shidou is, Noa is pretty worried about you

-you start explaining yourself, how you and Shidou haven't done anything inappropriate, and- You stop talking when you realize Shidou is back in the kitchen

-Shidou hugs you from behind and just grins at Noa

-for the rest of the morning, Noa barely talks, and neither do you. It's mostly Shidou who does the talking. It's awkward and embarrassing, but Shidou really doesn't care

-the death stares Noa gives Shidou whenever he touches you only amuse Shidou even more

-get ready for a very serious father-child talk as soon as Shidou leaves

Chris Prince

-he's still half asleep so he doesn't even realize Shidou is there

-Chris only notices him when you enter the kitchen as well and Shidou walks over to kiss you

-suddenly Chris is wide awake because the overprotective dad mode is kicking in

-you're pretty embarrassed so you go to your room, grab Shidou's shirt and throw it at him so he'll put it on

-Chris acts as if nothing is out of the ordinary, but as soon as Shidou leaves, Chris starts asking you all sorts of questions about why and what and how

-you really try to convince him nothing much happened between you and Shidou and he only stayed for the night because he kept fighting with his roommate and was kicked out of his room

-somehow, Chris manages to not freak out too much. He trusts yo, so he knows you're telling him the truth. But honestly he doesn't trust Shidou (understandable)

-he tells you it's okay to let Shidou stay overnight, he just really wants you to tell him beforehand

-whenever Shidou stays over night again, Chris will probably check on you guys like twice an hour

Lavinho

-mutters Brazilian swear words/insults under his breath when he sees Shidou like "vá lamber o sabone" (go and lick soap) and "seu karai" (you dick) shoutout to my Brazilian friend for telling me these

-because it's early in the morning, Shidou doesn't have his translator earbuds in yet so he doesn't understand what Lavinho is saying

-when you enter the kitchen, Lavinho immediately starts asking you why Shidou is there in a very overprotective dad tone

-you're kind of embarrassed because Shidou is shirtless but the entire situation is also kind of funny so you attempt to laugh it off

-Lavinho is willing to go along with your jokes for as long as Shidou is there, but as soon as he leaves the overprotective dad in him gets out completely and he starts asking you all sorts of questions

-you feel even more embarrassed, and Lavinho uses that as a chance to tease and make fun of you (in a loving way) for the entire thing

[fili-urzudel]

Dating Bofur Headcanons

This may be a bit unusual, but I'm inaugurating my blog with a Bofur post because he does not get anywhere near the love and appreciation he deserves. Also, I have a lot of headcanons for a lot of characters. I'm not running out for a while.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, inebriation

Word Count: 0.7k

- You first meet when the party has stopped in a town along the way near the beginning of their journey

- They're in the pub, making the worst sort of ruckus but at least their food and ale will make a pretty piece of coin for the barkeep

- He's... a little intoxicated when you get to know each other

- But that's really just because he's been (very obviously) staring at you since you walked in

- You think it's a bit strange that a dwarf is showing such obvious interest in you, but you'll go with it

- Unlike many other men who have shown interest, he keeps a respectful distance, no touching

- He's just attempting to flirt with you and flushing when you flirt back

- "You're quite funny," you giggle, oblivious to the way his companions stare at the interaction with confused awe. "Emil, some more pints for me and my friend here," you call to the bartender, settling a hand on his shoulder.

- You hardly even noticed that you brushed past the end of his braid

- When you look back at him, he seems to have temporarily frozen

- "You alright?"

- He gives you a tight grin and nods before laughing nervously. "Aye, just... may have had too many pints already," he excuses.

- "Ah, is there any such thing?" You joke.

- He chills out again pretty quickly (you know, with the central nervous system depression and all)

- As Thorin is rounding them all up to go find someplace to sleep, he decides he wants to leave you something to remember him by

- He pulls a mostly-finished whittled doll from some pocket in his coat, you weren't watching close enough to see exactly where it came from

- "Here," he says, nearly slurring, pressing the doll into your palm. "It's a gift for you."

- You raise your eyebrows with a smile, studying the doll from every angle. he was quite talented, actually

- "Thank you, Bofur," you say, leaning down to kiss him on the cheek

- Mans goes RED

- You think he stutters out a good evening before he's dragged off by Bombur and Bifur

- He tags along with Bilbo on his way back to the Shire

- When Gloin asks why, he has one simple answer

- "Well, my friend, I believe I made a long-term deposit of my own," Bofur replies, briefly removing his hat to smooth his hair.

- He knows, he knows it's a long shot

- You're a human and you might not even remember him

- But there's something about that night, the way you kissed his cheek, that he just can't shake

- And he wants to get as far away from the place where his king died as he can

- He just so happens to see you entering your house as he comes into town, your hair conveniently worn in just the same style as when you first met

- He wanders around for a few hours, not wanting to bother you when you've only just returned home or seem too eager

- When you open your door for whomever is knocking, you have to look down to realize that someone is actually there.

- "Good day, las--my lady," the strange dwarf says, hat pressed to his chest.

- "Good... day?" You greet. "I'm sorry, have I met you?"

- His face falls for a moment before he seems to have an idea

- He secures his hat back on his head, smiling up at you hopefully

- "Bofur!" You cry, surprised and delighted.

- "At your service, my lady," he bows briefly

- "Whatever are you doing here?"

- "I still have your figurine," you proclaim proudly, showing him in. "I hope you don't mind too terribly, but I made her some clothes..."

- You get to talking and, well, your town has always needed a toymaker

- So he sets up shop right next to your business; you're close enough to some mountains, at least

- You two become sort of local legend, in the "they're the strangest bunch we've had around for a long while" kind of way

- Not that either of you mind

- You love your eventual husband that's quite a bit shorter than you

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

I actually have discovered I lack the motivation for a new fic so here's various blurbs for Punk Remus corrupting Christian Virgil that I like. Insert Blasphemy and Sacrilegious Activities tags here. And there are a few suggestive ones because it's Remus I don't know how else to form it. Basically I'm sorry in advance :3

- Virgil got that purity culture BS from his parents about like being a virgin before marriage. So like. Extra virgin. Remus changes these things. No details because I want to still be welcomed on this blog 🙏

- They actually meet in a church bathroom (it's really awkward Virgil walks out of a stall to wash his hands and Remus is just sitting in the window smoking) (he doesn't want to be there) (went with his parents and then ditched) (this is only like 50% of the time of me thinking about it tho) (didn't go outside bc they thought it was funny to smoke in church) (made a holy shit joke to Virgil. That was his first sentence. If you shit in a church is it holy shit) (somehow it fucking works) (romance is not dead, fellas, its hidden in the shit jokes)

- the first not Christian song Virgil years is Welcome To The Black Parade by MCR. That's why it's really special to him. Inspired the emo.

- I feel like no matter what Remus' bedroom is covered wall to wall in just. Whatever he wants. Pride flags, tapestries, posters, signs he's stolen, random shit he's thumb-tacked onto the wall, LEDs and fairy lights and lamps. There is no open wall space. This is all a bit overwhelming for Virgil at first (remember: sad beige baby) but he comes to love it and all the things he can look at

- every hickey Virgil gets pre-moving in with Remus is hidden underneath a shirt. Remus leaves ONE above his collarbones and Virgil literally has to tell his parents it was a bruise from how he slept. Remus gets HELLA scolded for that

- Virgil does smoke a cigarette with Remus. He does not like it. They also shotgun a cigarette. He has mixed feelings on that. Virgil does the devil's lettuce with Remus. He enjoys this. A lot.

- Virgil's first time drunk on something other than communion wine (half joking) is with Remus. They skip town thrice over in order to go to a bar where Virgil won't be known and tattled on. Remus is surprisingly very protective and good to him. Takes him home, takes off his shoes and coat, tucks him in, puts a trash can next to him for tomorrow.

- A lot of late night drives through the parks. I mean, it's late, Virgil doesn't have a curfew. They drive through the parks and find a cozy corner to talk where nobody will see or hear them. Maybe they smooch a little. A lot.

- SO many religious conversations. So many. Just. So many. Remus wants the communion wine and the little crackers. Virgil has to explain he cannot have the wine and crackers. Remus calls him wine and a cracker. Then asks if eating the wine and cracker is cannibalism. Then talks about cannibalism.

- my favorite one: Virgil asks Remus to come with him to church one time. Just once. Maybe Virgil is having a hard time (not religiously like externally) and wants to go for comfort but can't stand the thought of leaving Remus. So this like total punk walks into a church and sits with Virgil and... knows all of it? The prayers, the statements, the right times for everything. Virgils shocked. They leave the church later and he's like ???. Remus answers "what? Didn't think I was a church kid? Don't I look like a pastor's kid?" Haha yeah plot twist I love this.

- virgils parents want to meet his "new little friend." Remus can't hide all of the punkness but it tries. Virgil is surprised when he shows up with a clean mouth (swearing + brushed his teeth), long sleeves to hide the tattoos, plastic (mostly invisible) piercings to try and hide the ones he can, hair tied back in a respectable position (is a mullet ever respectable? /j /lh) It doesn't make them 100% like him but he tries and he may succeed a little.

There are definitely more but I also have a habit of sending in asks at 1am and it is 12:52 am and I need eep. I looooooove corruption fics where it's totally cool. Like yeah there's some concern but still that's the good shit. Also hi 🐸 anon (or anyone else) if you read this and any of these inspire you, take em :3

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V A L I D but I fucking L O V E A L L of this!!! Ree W O U L D make a holy shit joke in a church and of course it works on Vee manz is dorksexual XD /light hearted Poor Ree has to get scolded by his boyf for the hickey wear turtlenecks then Emo XD I seriously L O V E their bond and how carefree they are with each other and the fact that the chaotic Punk at least tries to put an effort to look presentable around Vee's parents to make a good impression is really sweet <3 (Also I'm O B S E S S E D with that plot twist of course Ree would know the church like the back of his hand but Vee's confusion makes it more hilarious XD)

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Light on the Darkside - Chapter Four.

Thanks to the handful of people giving this their time, I really appreciate you so much for that :) To say thank you, here, have another update. You might as well while I'm making such progress with the writing.

Oh, and people might notice if they haven't interacted with the story as yet, I will have bumped your name off the taglist. Nothing personal at all. If you don't want to read then that's fine, I don't want to bother anyone who isn't feeling it. If however, you are feeling it and are yet to reach out with your thoughts, please don't be shy. I'd love to hear what you think!

Previous chapters - One Two Three

Tag list - In the comments. Please DM to be added/removed.

Words - 3,841

Warnings - 18+ throughout. Topics cover depression, suicide and eating disorders. Minors DNI!

“So like, how painful are they?” 

James sniffed, looking down at one of his half sleeves of tattoos Ella was examining carefully. He thanked his stars he hadn’t made his way to two full sleeves yet, else his recent brush with death would have ruined the artwork. Not that he one hundred percent fully committed to living as yet, but he was getting there.  

Medication plus his new friendship with the pretty anorexic were definitely getting him there.  

“They hurt, but I like the pain so it don’t bother me,” he spoke, turning his arm when she moved it to take a look at the other side. “Kinda wanted to punch someone when it got close to my armpit, though. You can be the hardest person on earth but yeah, it gets really fucking prickly there, innit.”  

She marvelled at the detail, crows flying across a grey sky, tombstones, a shrouded figure of the grim reaper, all blending into spooky trees and skulls. Upon the other arm, he had various runes, the faces of Viking warriors, and something called a Valkyrie, which he explained were the beings who took the battle slain to Valhalla.  

His intent was one Nordic arm, one spooky arm as he coined it, telling her more of his ideas for the next portion he’d have in getting them finished. He had to wait a while, for the scar tissue to heal.  

“They can’t tattoo over it while it’s still fresh,” he explained, Ella running her hand down to his forearm without thinking, her fingertips stroking the red scar. God, it was horrific to look at, to imagine his pain. Both mentally and physically.  

Recovering herself, knowing how cagey he was over his suicide attempt, she quickly moved her hands. “Sorry,” she blushed, shaking her head rapidly. “Not for me to touch.” 

He blinked slowly, a very seductive play of long, inky lashes, whether he meant it to be or not. “It’s alright, I don’t mind. Not when it’s you, at least, innit.” 

Her heart skipped a little, dropping her gaze, playing with one of the shoelaces on her red Converse. Despite her being quite confident with men, she got a little shy sometimes, when he said things like that. Mostly, she felt pretty special, since he made no real attempt to be friendly with anyone else. Friendly... and flirty on occasion. Whatever it was, she enjoyed it. Well, sometimes... 

“You’re so bleedin’ sneaky.” 

“I’m not. Just a clever bastard, innit?” 

He had her there, because he was. James knew how to play a game and win. Ella wagered he’d likely be unbeatable at chess.  

“Come on,” he continued, shaking the bag of Smith’s crisps he held in his hand. “Eat another one and I’ll tell you.” 

It was blatant bribery and likely a huge no-no in every textbook on how to deal with an anorexic, but to his credit, it was working. If she ate a crisp, he answered a question about himself. He hadn’t been hugely forthcoming so far during their chats, of which they’d had quite a few of since their first encounter just over two weeks before.  

Somehow, though, he felt great calmness when he was around her. Ella was sweet, cool and funny, but incredibly troubled. It took his mind of his own situation, too, trying to help her with hers. A few crisps here, a fruit pastel or two there, it all helped her become less terrified of what food would do to her. They had quite a tight little bond with one another forming.  

Eyeing the packet, she tucked her hair behind her ears, peering in.  

“Stop looking for the small ones and take that big bastard off the top, Ella.” Yep, he’d sussed what she was doing.  

“Fine.” Pulling it from the packet, she popped it into her mouth, biting half of it away and crunching through it, looking uncomfortable. “So, come on. Spill.”  

“Finish it first.” 

God, he was so demanding! “And you call the orderlies the gestapo!” she exclaimed through a mouthful of potato, swallowing down the half crisp and putting the rest into her mouth, showing her empty hands to him. “There. It’s gone. Now talk.” 

“Bossy twat.” He winked, and she felt her stomach roll pleasantly, making an impatient winding motion with her hand. “Alright, just give me a minute. Privileged info, this is. Ain’t ever told anyone before, innit. Other than the commander in chief.” He meant Dr. Beaumont, the senior clinician of their wing.  

“So, we’d been out for a few pints after rehearsal and came back to ours, just me, Steve and Snedders. I was feeling alright to begin with, but then when Steve was talking about the new album we were meant to be recording about now, and the subsequent tour we’ll be doing at some point to promote it, I just started feeling... I dunno. Top grade depressed.  

“I always feel shit beneath it all, but this was next level. I was sitting there nodding, saying all the right stuff at the right time, but inside I just knew I didn’t want to even be there any longer, let alone think about a future I had no plans on living. And I’m there, lying to my best mate and all that, and I just thought nah. Fuck this. They deserve better, and I’ve fucking... I’ve fucking had enough, you know? 

“So, while they were busy talking amongst themselves, I grabbed a knife from the kitchen, picked up my tequila and went to the bathroom. Went in the cupboard, got out all the painkillers I’d been stockpiling for that very reason, took the lot and just sat there for a bit. Fucking worked way faster than I thought they would, innit, so I cut my arms open and then just lay there until it went black. If Steve hadn’t needed a piss exactly when he did, I’d have been dead.” 

The way he recounted that, so matter of fact, with such coolness, it truly made Ella feel a little uneasy. He was so comfortable with the idea of death, whereas for her, even though she knew it was where she was heading if she didn’t eat, the idea of dying terrified her. 

She could only think of two words to accurately reply to that. “Bleedin’ hell.” 

“Fair comment.” 

“Was it scary, to feel yourself slip so close to dying, or didn’t you know?” 

A wry smile was returned, the crisp packet proffered forth. She rolled her eyes, taking one, James winking. “Nah, not at all. Not for me at least, because it’s what I wanted. I knew, too.”  

Another crisp was taken, looking out from beneath her lashes at him. “What was it like?” 

“Dark and quiet.”  

Her mouth twitched. “Ahh. Perfect for a morose, church burner such as yourself then.” 

“Cheeky fucking shit, Ella,” he spoke, laughing despite himself. She had to do it, though. Not because she cared little for his feelings, but because she actually cared for them a good deal. Ella was getting used to noting when he was on the verge of glumness, and she knew how to pull him back from it. Make him laugh.  

Reaching into the bag, she took another crisp. It was actually becoming less scary, although her stomach was beginning to protest, her mind counting the calories. Roughly forty-two so far. With James sitting right there opposite her, mirroring her cross-legged position on the sofa, it was a little less frightening. It was like the food didn’t have its usual power, because he was stronger than the hold it had upon her.  

If her food trauma was a person, she could bet her last pound that he would grab it by the neck and throw it through a window for her. He seemed very much the type.  

“Right, so I’ve borne what little is left of my soul to you, if there’s anything left at all. It’s your turn now,” he began, Ella crinkling her nose at him.  

“Everyone has a soul, James,” she spoke gently, “no matter how many misdeeds you think chip away at it.” 

Again, she was so bloody profound. “Nah, think I’ve got some kind of demon where mine used to be. Or at the very least, an agitated cat.” The feline hiss he accompanied his words with had her chuckling softly. “Tell me, then. Where did it all start, you restricting your food and all that?” 

Ohhh, here it was. The real talk for her had descended. It was only fair that she shared it with him, especially after hearing something so deeply person from him. Still, though. Scary. Very scary. “I was bullied at school. When I was in year ten, some of the other girls started calling me fat and teasing me for having a chubby face, and it gave me the push to lose a bit of weight. I probably needed to, I was a size fourteen after all.” 

God, it was ingrained deep with her, James shaking his head. “A size fourteen ain’t big, Ella. No where near it.”  

“Well, I thought it was and so did they.” She likely hadn’t at all, but what bullies taunted people with stuck eventually, if repeated often enough. He knew that from his own experiences. “Anyway, so like, I decided to lose a stone. Ended up losing two, went down to a size eight and I loved it, so I just carried on going. Of course, I still got picked on and no matter what I did, they wouldn't leave me alone. I couldn’t control it, but my weight and my eating, I could control that. 

“I kept on restricting and losing weight, and it made me feel so good about myself, the smaller I became. I got really good at being sneaky, throwing food away, going to puke after meals, until I passed out when I was at college one day from exhaustion. Malnutrition, the doctor said, from a severe case of anorexia nervosa. That’s when I first came here, back when I was eighteen. I put weight on, came home, and then it all started again.  

“I got a little flat above the place I used to work at, so nobody could monitor what I was eating, and I was happy. My weight dropped again, much lower than before. I managed to maintain it, and I was happy. Then my body gave out on me and I suffered a small heart attack. I got taken to hospital and then straight here. Been in ever since.”  

Without even thinking, his hand went to hers, grasping her dainty fingers. “You had a fucking heart attack? Shitting hell. How small were you, when that happened?” 

“Five stone three.” 

His eyes almost fell out of his head. “For fucks sake, Ella! I weighed that when I was ten!” 

It was the same horrified reaction she had received time and time again, yet five stone three felt great for her. She felt thin and perfect, pretty and little. Now, at a stone heavier, the incessant voice in her head that decreed she was fat and ugly had reared up again considerably with its noise.  

“Made me feel happy, comfortable. I feel like a big, fat beast right now. They want me at eight stone before I leave, and it’s frightening the shit out of me, James. I know I’ve got a problem, I know I’ll die if don’t start eating properly all the time, but it’s so scary! I get watched at every meal to make sure I eat enough, and it makes me feel sick, and like I’m in a bleedin’ zoo! Then, like, I can’t even go to the loo unless Tracy or Chris are watching me to make sure I don’t make myself sick! It’s fucking torture!” 

Her rapid spiral took him by surprise, not really knowing how to handle what he was witnessing as she began to cry softly. There was one thing he could empathise with, though. “I know how it is being watched all the fucking time. Shitting hell, I can’t even shave unsupervised, or take a bath alone in case I try and drown myself. Always got Gus or Tony watching me. You’re right. It is like being in a fucking zoo, innit.”  

“It’s horrible!” she gasped, hiding her face in her hands and sobbing. 

“Oi, come on,” he told her softly, gently grasping her arms and pulling her close. If there was one thing he did well, apparently it was hugs. His sister and many ex-girlfriends had told him that, which was something Ella would have instantly agreed with as she was wrapped in the strong embrace of slender muscles. “Don’t cry, babe. You’re alright.”  

All she did was cry more at that, shuffling closer, climbing astride him and burying her face against his neck, wanting to try and drink up a little of his strength. God, he smelled gorgeous, and she felt so safe and warm, there in his arms.  

He let her sob out her distress, hidden beneath the dark curtain of his hair, hand rubbing softly at her back. Bone protrusion, her spine jutting out almost aggressively. Christ. He couldn’t understand how she thought she was fat. The poor little thing was literally a bag of bones. His eyes flitted across the room, noticing Gus watching the interaction. If it was Tony, he’d have told them to separate, but Gus was a lot softer. He understood that in that moment, all Ella wanted was to be comforted, so let the interaction continue under his watchful eye.  

“I’m sorry,” she sniffed, sitting up and drying her eyes. “I’m such a silly twat, crying all over you.” 

“Shut the fuck up, that’s my little mate you’re badmouthing,” he spoke, smiling. “I don’t mind being cried on, just don’t tell nobody. Got a street cred to think of, innit.” 

That had the desired effect, Ella laughing, shuffling off his lap. “Thank you. You give mint hugs, by the way. And you smell really good.” 

“Ahhh, the girls can never resist a bit of Lynx Atlantis.”  

More giggles followed as she composed herself, drying her eyes. “You’re lovely.” 

He snorted. “I’m a clinically depressed fuckwit, but thanks.”  

“James?” Tony’s voice then called from the door, “visiting time.”  

“Aww,” Ella grumbled, poking out her bottom lip. God, how hard her cuteness hit him at witnessing it. “Don’t want you to go, but enjoy your visit. I’ll see you later, yeah?” 

“Yeah, in a bit, babe.” 

How her heart thundered happily whenever he called her babe. Since the visits were all done on alphabetical rotation, it wasn’t her day on that morning, hers falling the day before. Sitting there alone on the sofa, she reached for a magazine, nothing else to do with her time since Andrea was also likely on the way to her own visit, and no Tiff any longer since her release two days before.  

While Ella sat and read, James walked into the visiting room to see a very welcome face. One he hadn’t actually seen in almost three months. Standing, he opened his arms, giving the man who’d scared him half to death a massive hug and slap on the back. 

“What the fuck are ya?” Steve spoke, clasping him tightly. “Fucking dickhead, ain’t ya?” A little quiver rocked his voice, remembering it. He wasn’t made of stone, and it had shaken him severely to see his best mate there on the bathroom floor lying in a pool of his own blood and vomit.  

“Not as much as you are.” 

“Sorry, a dickhead says what?” he spoke rapidly, James not about to be caught out by offering that very word to him. “Don’t ever, ever fucking do that to me again, sunshine. Thought I was about to shit a lung, finding you like that. And I had to fix the bathroom door. With Snedders of all people.”  

James snort laughed, imagining it. “How many times did he smack his own thumb with a hammer?” 

“None!” Steve yelled, holding up his own. “Bloody hit mine about seventy-two times, the gormless prick!” Taking a seat, he pulled out his cigarettes, offering one.  

“Can’t smoke in here, man.” 

Steve’s eyes widened. “What?” Looking over at the orderly, he raised his hands high in exclamation. “Oi, what the fuck’s with the no smoking?” 

“Moor Acres is a smoke-free facility,” he spoke, his tone matter of fact.  

“Fuck’s sake, I bet even Hitler let ‘em light up in the bunker,” he snorted, turning to James. “No wonder you call ‘em the gestapo.” He then pondered for a second. “Can we go outside?” 

“You can, but your mate has to stay put. James doesn’t have grounds privileges yet.”  

Steve’s eyeroll could detach a retina. “How come they won’t let you out?” 

“I keep playing up.” 

“What ya been doing now? Twatting the orderlies again? Your old man told me about that, fucking pissed myself, mate!” he chuckled, his dirty giggle filling the room. It attracted a certain someone’s attention from a couple of table’s back. 

“That’s a filthy laugh,” Andrea chimed, looking him up and down approvingly. “Wow, you’re a right babe, you are! You single?” 

“I am,” he confirmed, leaning to James quickly. “Ain’t a murderer or nothing, is she?” 

“Sex addict.” 

“Jackpot! Hey honey, wanna come get on me, yeah? I’ve got my car here; I can take you for a quick bang in the back?” He was only half joking, not expecting for Andrea to quickly glance at the orderlies before flying from her seat, running to their table and sitting astride him.  

“I would do you right here,” she purred, pressing her mouth to his rapidly. It took him by surprise, but what was he meant to do? Wrap his arms around her and kiss her back was exactly what he chose, Tony and Andy moving at speed to pull her away.  

“Come on, Andrea. That’s enough now,” he spoke, pulling her from Steve’s lap, who shared a hissed laugh and a fist bump with his friend.

“Nah, I just got set on by a legit nympho. Quality!” he announced, Tony not seeing the funny side.  

“Please, no winding up the patients while you are visiting.”  

Steve gave him a little salute, still entertained as hell, winking at Andrea as she was escorted back to her seat. “Any more birds like her in here?” 

“None that I know of,” James replied, turning to look at Andrea and laugh. “You little demon.” 

“Think I’ve got a new type, James. Black metal guys!” she chirped, Tony reprimanding her again. 

Steve couldn’t help himself. “Once you go black, you never go back, honey. Counts for us metal fellas an’ all!”  

“Calm it down, visitors and residents, or you’re all back to your rooms for the afternoon!” Andy boomed, pointing between the tables, Steve and James still snickering.  

“My Monday is looking up. Come and see my best mate in the nut house and get a cute little redhead shove her tongue down my throat. Might do something crazy so I get to come stay here an’ all!”  

“Don’t even joke, mate,” James began, “cos’ trust me, you don’t wanna end up here, innit. It’s total bullshit.” 

“Yeah, one batshit fella in the band is more than enough,” he quipped, scratching his short beard. 

“So, we’re firing Snedders, then?” 

Steve laughed, clapping his hands together. “Ahhh, Snedders. He’s a good lad underneath the fact he’s an utter fucking flid. He’s staying at ours at the moment. Kerry’s kicked him out. Again.” 

“Ain’t in my room, is he?” James barked, eyebrows arching. “I don’t trust that he’s not got an entire flea circus in them rank dreadlocks.” 

“Nah mate, he’s on the sofa. Might buy him a flea collar on my way back, actually.”  

It was a tonic for him, to have a visit from his friend, the hour passing much too quickly, James feeling tired so heading back to his room for a quick nap before dinner. Afterwards, he made his way down to the common room, finding pretty quickly upon nearing the doorway that someone was still having a much worse day than he was.  

“Where’s James? I just want to see him! No, stop touching me, get off!” 

“In his room, I think. Come on now, Ella. Calm down and come back to the dining room,” Chris, one of the female orderlies attempted to encourage her with, her tone gentle but sadly falling on very deaf, very distressed ears. Turning to see him enter, Ella ran, sobbing, flinging herself into his open arms, James lifting her until she was clung on around him like a tiny koala grasping onto a tall, strong tree.  

“What’s the matter, little?”  

“They’re trying to make me eat potatoes!” Uh oh. One of her extreme verboten foods. Potatoes, pasta, bread, rice, cake, those were the ones that upset her the most when she was made to eat them. He’d been surprised he’d had any luck at all with getting to eat crisps. “I ate all the vegetables, and some chicken, but because I didn’t finish the mash, they want me back there until I do! I feel sick, it’s minging with all the butter they add!” 

Chris went to intervene and separate them, stopped by Gus who touched a soft hand to her arm. “Just give him a minute. You won’t believe how good he is with her.”  

“Alright, that’s a scary food. I know, I know,” he soothed her with, her frail little body clinging to his in a death grip. Still, it was like carrying no weight at all. “Listen, if I come with you, will you eat them then? For every mouthful of mash, I’ll tell you a funny story from when the band went on tour last. Believe me, I’ve got a stack of ‘em. How about that? You can take your time as well.” 

Her thundering heart began to slow, her breathing steadying itself. Emerging from beneath his hair, she looked at Chris. “I’ll do it if James comes with me.”  

She shook her head. “No men allowed in the female dining room, Ella. But, if you promise me that you’ll eat, I’m happy to bring your plate in here.” It was mainly for the benefit of the eating disorder patients, why the dining rooms were not mixed spaces, many of the women not comfortable to eat around men, feeling they’d be judged. It was also a lot to manage, especially when tantrums flared, just like they had with Ella not ten minutes before.  

With her half-finished plate brought to her, Ella settled at one of the small tables, James sat adjacent. “Right, get that mash down your neck and you can hear all about the time Snedders and I had to leg it halfway across the red light district in Amsterdam from the police.” 

If there was ever an incentive to eat a scary food, hearing such a tale was certainly it. 

[mcrinmyhead]

INTRODUCTION

Hiya, my name's Dee or you can call me Dead! instead, cuz that's what my name is in Tumblr. I'm sixteen. I'm an Indian, racists better fck off. I like to draw, sing and write songs and poems. I mainly post my art here and I have two side blogs too, which are @mcrinmyheart (idk what I post there :D) and @shesacomplicatedpoet where... Er, you know it. And when I say "art" I usually draw My Chem, Fall Out Boy, Linkin Park, Bring Me The Horizon and a few other bands, but you can always leave a picture in the "Ask me?" box if you really want me to draw something that you like :). Just make sure it isn't something s!utty, cuz my parents like seeing my sketchbook sometimes, haha.

About me...

Name: Dead! / Dee

Age: 16

Pronouns: she/they

Sexuality: Bisexual

Likes: listening to music, art, singing, music bands, food, sleeping (I'm a very eepy person), travelling, reading, etc.

What kind of art do I do? Fanarts mainly.

Dislikes: peanuts (yea I don't like 'em, so if you know me irl and try to feed me peanuts, I'm gonna fcking stab you, you little shit), pedos, homophobic fcks, MSI apologists, basic DNIs, etc.

Am I single? Yes, and that's because I don't want to date anyone. Nvm, I'm taken :]

Music bands/artists I like:

+ twenty one pilots, p!atd, Bring Me The Horizon, Glass Animals, Bad Omens, Sleep Token, etc. I also liked The 1975, The Nbhd, Joji, Driver The Era, Arctic Monkeys and Chase Atlantic before, so I really don't mind if you wanna talk about them too. I'm basically a music addict who has listened to a whole lotta music genres throughout my life. But I'm currently into rock music rn. Yeah, I can't stop talking about music if I start.

My favourites:

Books: Agatha Christie's books, Heartstopper, Five Feet Apart, The Fault in our Stars, Crime/Horror/Mystery books (there are many but I can't remember them), etc.

Movies: anything horror, mystery, crime, sci-fi, Marvel, DC, Star Wars, from the 2000s and 90s, etc. (How do people actually choose a favourite movie??)

Shows: Loki, Heartstopper, Young Royals, Marvel shows, etc. (I literally like all the shows I watch)

Albums: My top 10 rn (June 2024) are like- Three cheers for sweet revenge (my chem), POST HUMAN: NexGen (BMTH), XO (LeATHERMØUTH), The Black Parade (my chem), I brought you my bullets, you brought me your love (my chem), Clancy (Tøp), A Thousand Suns (Linkin Park), Danger Days (my chem), Folie a Deux (FOB), and Pretty. Odd. (P!ATD).

Colours: (Bury me in) Black, Blood Red and Lavender.

Where else can you find me?

At home, in my room 95% of the time. Nah, just kidding.

Links:

Pinterest

Spotify

Discord: mcrinmyhead

Tags I use:

My art: #art

Asks: #asks #asks <3

Scroll down for more facts about me...

Or don't. I really don't care.

Fun facts about me ^^:

I'm a really joyful, chaotic, kind, funny and a sweet person! :D (according to my frens)

Until and unless you get me on my nerves. Trust me, That's when I go insane.

If you know me irl, hi... Uh, I know I don't talk much in person but I'm sorry. That's just who I am. But if you want to be my friend, you can start by texting me lol.

I'm a music addict who likes to annoy people by talking about music bands 24/7.

I have an unhealthy obsession over My Chem.

I'm a huge nerd (according to every person in my class) and I like Math and Science (but I don't really talk about it unless you are someone who is into math and science as much as me).

I'm also a sarcastic and sassy person. So if my words ever offend you, I'm so sorry bbg. Deal with it.

I'm a vampire (I have fangs and I will bite you to suck that blood your body holds, RAHHH).

Other than drawing and singing, my hobbies are fangirling, sleeping, reading books, travelling and sometimes even cooking.

I might be surrounded by many people who I call my "friends," but in the end it's just four people who are actually my friends.

I'm mostly an introvert, but I'm an extrovert when I'm with my friend.

Yikes, this list is still going on!

I lived in Germany for two months along with my parents, but we moved back to India because I couldn't handle the bullying and all. But it was fun there, ngl. Having a new name was the worst part though (it was Diana, which I still use sometimes, and my aunts pronouncing it... was er... shit).

I suck at socializing btw.

But I like to annoy people at the same time.

Wait, does Tumblr have a word limit on a post?

SHALL I TRY REACHING THE WORD LIMIT???

Ah, yeah, I forgot to mention this but I'm a really curious person. I like trying out or experimenting on stuff. It's fun, okay?

I can be smart and an idiot at the same time B)

I write poems but I don't like showing them to others cuz I feel like they're stupid. Any tips on poetry from the poets of Tumblr?

I love cats. Cats or get tf out.

Am I annoying rn?

Idk.

This was fun.

Alright, that's enough fckery for today. Farewell my little kittens <333

So long and good night!

[library-ghoulette]

Under the Spell - Chapter 2/?

Pairing: Mary Goore x f!OC

Rating: Mature (mostly for language, SFW, later chapters will be NSFW)

Tags: first person POV, unnamed Sister of Sin OC, he/they Mary Goore, slowburn, banter, jealousy, stressed out overachiever, if I don't admit that I'm attracted to you then it's not really happening

Words: 1704

Summary: Mary Goore is spending the summer at the Abbey to assist with the Ghost Project when one of the Sisters of Sin catches his eye. Can they find love--or even just a place to hook up--under the wrathful gaze of Sister Imperator? (chapter one)

A/N: Sorry not sorry ghesties, but I love a slowburn. And making them fight! It's their foreplay, I promise.

ao3 link

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I spend the next week haunted by Mary Goore. They don’t appear again at the courtyard bench where I take my furtive stress-smoking breaks–not that I hope they will–but that seems like the only place in the Abbey unmarked by their presence.

Everywhere else? They seem to follow like a song I hate but can’t get out of my head. They brush past me in the hall on my way to class. They’re leaving Sister Imperator’s office right when I need to talk to her about something. They even sit on the far end of my pew during mass–which I’m sure they only attend to annoy me–leaning forward across the other worshippers to catch my eye and wave.

They talk too loudly, and they laugh too much, and I have no idea how they’re managing to get any work done for the Ghost Project when they never seem to be in the music room. Why would they do any work, when they could be following me? 

Or when he could be sitting across from me in the dining hall, surrounded by a gaggle of Sisters, all of whom are looking up at him with bright smiles, playing with their hair and giggling at remarks that I’m certain couldn’t have been that fucking funny, touching his arm and–

My roommate nearly shouts my name from across the table, and I snap my attention back to her. 

“I’m sorry, what?”

She sighs. “I was saying, that’s so annoying.”

“What is?” I realize that I’ve lost the thread of our conversation so thoroughly that she could be talking about anything from being put on extra cleaning duty to the cafeteria not having the good french fries today, and I have no idea which. 

She flaps a hand Mary’s direction. I look over just long enough for them to catch my eye and give me a wink before I turn away again. 

“See, that’s what I’m talking about. He acts like he owns the place, and everyone falls all over themselves trying to get his attention.” She adjusts the clip holding back her profusion of dark curls and says something that I don’t quite catch, because there’s another wave of giggles from Mary’s table and I look over to see him stretching his arms over his head, the hem of his shirt rising just enough to reveal a sliver of pale skin right above his studded belt–

“Huh?” I ask, when my roommate reaches out to poke my hand.

“I said, I’m glad you’re not taking part in all that nonsense.”

“Oh. Yeah, I uh… I don’t really see the appeal.”

She gives me a suspicious look, eyes narrowing and lips twisting to the side in an expression that I know too well. “You’ve been so spacey lately.”

“Yeah, I know.” I drop my eyes to my plate, dragging my fork through the remnants of my salad. “I’m just kind of stressed out about my classes and everything.”

“Well, if you want to do some extra studying together, let me know,” she says. “The summer is going to be over before we know it, and if you want Sister Imperator to approve you to take your vows this fall–”

“Yeah, that would probably be good,” I cut her off, before she can fully launch into yet another reminder of why I’m spending my summer studying instead of… whatever it is that fun people do with their summers. “I’m free tomorrow after–oh shit, what time is it?”

She checks her watch. “Uh, 1:30?”

I swear under my breath, a litany of shitshitshit as I gather my things. “I’m half an hour late for my library shift.”

“Go on,” she says, stopping me as I toss my trash onto my tray. “I’ve got this.”

I might feel annoyed with myself for eliciting the look of concerned pity she gives me, if I had the time to spare. As it is, I almost sprint out the door and across the Abbey to the library.

I stash my bag in the librarian’s office with my apologies, shrug on my cardigan to ward off the air-conditioned chill, and collect a cart of books ready to be returned to their shelves.

I love my shifts in the Ministry library, hours when  I can disappear into soothing work, cushioned by the susurrus of research happening all around me, the turning of pages and the tapping keys forming the perfect backdrop for my thoughts. 

I’m looking forward to resuming the comfort of my usual routine, to clearing my mind and maybe passively mulling over Secondo’s notes on my most recent Latin translation. But when I locate the correct range and turn down the aisle, an all-too-familiar disheveled head peeks around the next shelf, stopping me short.

“What are you doing here?” I hiss.

“Research?” Mary offers.

“Nice try, but try again.”

“Okay, fine. I saw you giving me the eye back there in the cafeteria. Thought you might want some company.”

“You followed me?” I can already feel that tell-tale blush that I hate creeping up out of my collar and across the face, the one that makes people confuse pissed off for something else.

Mary grimaces as they approach. “Followed makes it sound creepy.”

“It is”--my words come out louder than I intend, and I catch myself, because they are not going to bait me into making a scene in the middle of the library--”it is creepy. Go away.”

Of course, he doesn’t go away. 

“Are you trying to deny a humble seeker of knowledge the opportunity to improve their mind and grow in their dark faith?” he asks, voice dripping affronted piety as he plucks a book from the shelf at random. 

“Fine,” I sigh. “But be quiet. And don’t bother me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” They lean against the shelf and flip the book open with an exaggerated motion that makes me cringe for the poor book’s spine. I try to go back to my work, but I can feel their eyes on me, and it can’t be more than a minute before they’re talking again.

“Did you know that weird Cardinal has, like, a whole stash of antique porn hidden in here somewhere?” Mary asks, snaping the book shut, voice getting progressively louder. “I hear it’s the really weird stuff!”

I hear a grumble from one of the nearby study carrels as someone shoots us a glare, and I shush Mary with a light slap on the arm with the book I’m holding.

“Shut up. And go away.” I turn to shelve the book in my hand. “I’m trying to work.”

Mary doesn’t leave, just cocks their head at me mischievously and rubs the spot where I hit them, right over the devil inked into their skin. “Sure, I’ll go away. If you come meet me tonight.”

The retort is poised on the tip of my tongue, but to my surprise, what comes out of my mouth is, “Meet you? Where?”

“The cemetery.”

I shake my head. “No.”

“It’ll be fun.”

“No, Goore.”

“Ugh! So impersonal!” He clasps a hand over his heart, wounded. “Don’t you think we’re on a first-name basis, babe?”

“No. And I’ve told you not to call me that.”

I start to wheel the book cart away, rolling down the aisle to the next range of books I have to shelve, finished with this conversation. But Mary’s hand shoots out, grabbing me gently around my upper arm, their calloused touch setting off sparks inside me, sparks that I refuse to label as anything other than anger.

I’m about to say something scathing, but they lean close, and the openness of their expression stays my tongue.

“I’m sorry,” they say. “I’m an asshole, I know. But seriously. The cemetery, midnight. We’ll have a little picnic, just you and me.” A lopsided grin. “It’ll be nice.”

I bite my lip, considering, looking down at their hand where it still rests on my arm. For whatever reason, I don’t shrug it off. And they don’t take it away.

Here is the part when I say no, I think. But what I say instead is, “Maybe.”

Mary smirks like he knows, just knows, that “maybe” really means “yes,” and it makes me want to take it back now to spite him. But I can see where the conversation goes next if I say no: the way he will relish teasing me for not having the guts while I get increasingly flushed and flustered, looking every bit the good girl being pestered by the bad boy who won’t leave her alone. Worse, looking like the good girl who doesn’t want the bad boy to leave her alone.

They’re leaning in close enough now that I can smell them: clinging smoke, the salty tang of sweat, and something spicy and earthy. There is a small voice inside of me that urges me to lean in closer, to breathe in more of that oddly intoxicating scent. That small voice assures me that if I just tilt my head up ever so slightly and close my eyes, then Mary will meet me halfway. 

Stupid. What would I want that for? He’s distracting, and annoying, and–

“Midnight,” he says again, breaking my train of thought and the inexplicable spell I had fallen under. “Don’t be late.”

I roll my eyes. “Maybe,” I say again.

“I’ll take maybe.” They squeeze my arm gently, briefly, before finally releasing me, having gotten what they wanted from me. 

I should let them go, should be relieved to be left alone, left to get back to the work I’m here to do. But for reasons unknown even to me, I say, “I’ve seen it, by the way.” 

It works: they turn back, intrigued. “Seen what?”

“Cardinal Copia’s porn collection.” Nonchalant, eyes cast down as I rearrange a misfiled book on my cart.

“No shit? Was it weird?”

I shrug, leveling him with a deliberate gaze. “I’ve seen weirder.”

And just for a moment, I’m rewarded with the rarest of occurrences: Mary Goore rendered speechless. 

And then one of those smiles that says I’ve won this round, while promising that there will be another.

“See you tonight, Sister.”

[mario-art]

HELLO, you made such an interesting point in the tags of my post:

You know what’s funny? Is that Thrawn is really being turned into a “Machiavellian” type of villain, but what’s even funnier is that Machiavelli himself received this type of treatment. Now idk how much familiar you are with the 16th century author, but just know this: Machiavelli and “Machiavellian”, and whatever people can take from him, is heavily misunderstood (I actually really hate the use of the adjective, but perhaps that’s a story for another type). Now I know that Zahn wrote Thrawn based on a certain extent on the Machiavelli archetype (I remember reading it somewhere, pardon if I have no proofs), but I’m actually laughing hard thinking that as characters they are having the same treatment by popular media. Lemme explain: Machiavelli wrote the Principe not because “oh he cynic!1!🥶He mad!1🤬”. No. Machiavelli wrote what he wrote because he wanted to save Italy dalla Ruina, from its ruin. Machiavelli dreamed of a more compact and unified Italy. He had a vision and just as much as Thrawn, he wished to serve his people, Florence (in Thrawn’s case, the ascendancy) and Italy (which didn’t existed at the time).

And now, with Thrawn being reduced as you said in a villan without complex motifs, I can’t help but think how poetic is to be doomed to the same narrative as the figure who inspired your existence. Maybe this was planned all along, I don’t think so personally, but Thrawn is being oversimplified by Filoni the same way Machiavelli gets reduced as just a “pragmatic person” and “the ends justify the means” by everyone (don’t let me start on how wrong the quote is).

To sum up: Thrawn and Machiavellian are rhyming in the same direction in popular mainstream media.

This was my Ted talk, sorry in advance for possible writing mistakes, I just woke up✌️

Hiii! Thank you so much for the spontaneous Ted talk 😄😄 Your parallel between the Ascendancy and Florence+Italy is sooo on point, it blew my mind for a second. Now I have to delve deeper into it

Actually there was a period of time when I was really invested in this topic, I read his 10 letters, history of Florence +the Prince obviously and almost fell from a chair when they put him into Assassins Creed game, but now there're just small bits that I remember. Maybe it's time to refresh things

I didn't know that Zahn was actually inspired by Machiavelli. I'm new to this part of the fandom, so I haven't read anything about him or his working process, but after you mentioned it I'll take a note for the future. I must confess I learned who Thrawn was only during the Ahsoka show and due to the fandom. Like there were so many memes about him here on Tumblr, there's no way fans will hype some basic dude so much. And then my friend recommended the new trilogy

So yeah, it's such a pity that not 1, but 6 books of new material got completely ignored and the character simplified to what we've already seen so many times literally everywhere. You phrased it beautifully

I haven't read the old trilogy yet, heir to the empire, only know the plot in general, but I'm curious what exactly motivates Thrawn to rebuild the empire. And how the characterization of him differs between these trilogies. Is he mostly the same or did Zahn change the character after so many years like Terry Pratchett's Vetinari evolved from the very first version of the Patrician to his later works (I can't help comparing them after yesterday, though I hadn't done it before idk)

So yeaah... At least I'm happy that there're so many talented fans here and we can happily ignore whatever happens on the screen 🙃

[roxtron]

Pinned post/About me thing

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you can call me whatever, i usually go by some variation of my username but i don't mind nicknames and stuff

he/they

i'm autistic so my posts will probably vary by whatever/whenever certain special interests/hyperfixations are stronger at the time

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A bit of info about what I post/reblog

i make original art sometimes but art block has been really tough so unfortunately i don't have a lot to post lately :(

besides that I'll usually make either rambling or analysis posts on whatever subject I'm posting about, usually fandom related. occasionally theories but that depends on if what I'm posting about really leaves room for theorizing.

I reblog pretty casually on here so it can range from stuff i find funny to stuff i think could use awareness, fandom-wise this blog somehow became pretty fnaf centered lol, not quite sure how that happened but i still consider it my main.

if i reblog other people's art or analysis I usually try to leave my thoughts in the tags, but sometimes I have a hard time thinking of what to say so sorry if I reblog your work and don't say anything/don't seem enthusiastic about it, if I reblog something it's because I adore it lol, I just don't always know how to put thoughts into words. <3

and as a side note, while I do try to check blogs of people I reblog in case it's a terf or whatever, sometimes you never know, so if I do reblog something from someone who's done something shitty don't hesitate to let me know with an ask or something because chances are I probably don't know lol.

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Boundaries stuff I guess.

I know DNI lists are annoying and pointless but whatever, if there's a chance it'll get people to leave me alone it's worth it. I shouldn't need to list obvious ones like terfs, transphobes, homophobes, all those assholes. But also, if you don't like one of my posts, I'd rather you block me and move on than hate reblog it. It's immature and annoying, and I won't hesitate to block people that do it.

Obviously I don't just mean "if you criticize something I post you're bad," I'm alright with criticism as long as it's respectful, but if you're gonna reblog just to say "look at this idiot" then fuck off.

Sorry about how aggressive that may have been but I don't wanna deal with stuff like that. I've dealt with it in the past and it sucks, if you don't like me, that's perfectly fine, but just block me and move on. Onto a more positive topic.. If you wanna use my art for pfps or anything that's really cool actually!! Ofc I'd ask for credit but if anyone did want a pfp of something I've drawn you can always send me an ask and I'll post a zoomed in version or something or make whatever edit you wanted so you don't need to worry about it lol Besides all that you don't have to worry about interacting with me, if you've got any questions whether that's related to me or my blog you don't have to hesitate to send an ask if you want :)

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Sideblogs

I've recently made sideblogs for other fandoms people don't follow me for here. I figured it'd be easier to separate them but mostly for spoilers' sake. Sure I try to spoiler tag but people aren't gonna block spoiler tags for fandoms they're not in if they see it and I'd hate to spoil someone for a series they could've had the chance to go into blind. That being said, please don't follow my other blogs unless you already know the spoilers for whatever fandom the blog's centered around. As much as I appreciate support I'd hate for you to get spoiled and I'd much rather wait for you to play the game yourself <3 (since as of now they're both video game fandoms..) @roxtron-kh (Kingdom Hearts)

@roxtron-gt (Ghost Trick)

----------------------------------------------------------- Woo I think that's everything! Finally I can get to the tags section of this long-ass post.. I wanna try to tag things more properly in the future, even if I'm not really big enough to warrant it, I still wanna be able to find my own stuff easier at least through the sea of reblogs, so if you're curious about any of my posts, here's a list of tags you can look through! I'm currently trying to update some of my old posts with tags so they can be added to the list.