#what is it with Felix and Russians?

[leeknow-thoughts]

ot8 skz corrupting innocent reader PLS PLS PLS PLS

୨୧ EVERYTHING AROUND IS STUPID, THAT'S WHY I'M WITH YOU/Все вокруг тупое, поэтому я с тобою

𝝑𝝔 cw : corruption bc uhhh yeah it's so hot oh my gawddddd, daddy!Chan, daddy!Jeongin, Mommy!Minho (guys it's me who expected otherwise), Mommy!Lix (guys it's me again), age play do not read if you don't like, anal (changbin), ropeplay (Hyunjin), Dom/sub dynamics, MD/LG and DD/LG, dollification (Felix), pet play (seungmin)

𝝑𝝔 a/n : guys listen to танцы NOWWW it's sooo good I love Russian music !!! alsooooo WAAAAAAAAAA I have the biggest corruption kink guys I'm insane

୨୧ CHRIS ! :

"Oh my sweet girl, you trust daddy don't you?" Chris coos, his hand running through your hair.

You're quick to nod your head, you trust Chris more than anything, "just nervous," you confess.

"It's okay to be nervous," Chris smiles, "daddy will take care of you."

Chris is gentle when he pulls down your panties, and he's quick to kiss the mound of your cunt, "daddy!" you whine, "feels funny!"

"I know, I know," Chris coos placing another kiss on your mound, looking up at you with half lidded eyes, "just let daddy's special kisses make you feel better."

You jolt when he kisses your clit before gently sucking it into his mouth, "daddy! Oh my God!"

"That's it sweet girl," Chris coos, "let daddy play with what's his."

୨୧ LEE KNOW ! :

"Jagi," Minho watches you with lust blown eyes, "feels good doesn't it? Just like mommy said it would."

He's referring to where you are touching yourself, your fingers playing with your clit while Minho watches you. "Mhm," you nod, your thighs shaking the more you play with yourself, "feels so good!"

"Ah, but do you know what can feel better?"

"What?" you look at his face for a possible answer.

He gives you the softest smile, "this," he shuffles around and pulls a pink Hitachi wand, flipping it on, a humming noise filling your ears.

Minho watches as you thrust around on the bed when the head of the wand finally touches your swollen clit, "mommy!" you're practically screaming.

"I know, Jagi," Minho coos, "just let mommy play with you, mommy knows best.

୨୧ CHANGBIN ! :

"I know it feels weird," Changbin coos, his thick fingers thrusting into your ass, the sensation is strange but it feels too good to tell him to stop, "are you ready for the toy?"

"Mhm," you hum in agreement.

After a moment you feel the cool silicone plug prodding your ass, soft whines and whimpers being pulled out of your throat. You breathe out a sigh of relief when the toy is all the way in. "There you go, honey, that's it," Changbin praises.

Then you hear the click of a remote and feel the toy inside your ass vibrating, "oh oh oh!" you're crying.

"I know, it feels good doesn't it? Now let me fuck that sloppy cunt."

୨୧ HYUNJIN ! :

"Oh, my angel," Hyunjin coos at you, "you're so beautiful like this."

You're all spread out on his bed, tied up expertly by the man hovering over you, admiring every curve of your body. The beautiful rope contrasts your pretty skin in the perfect way.

Hyunjin is hard, has been since he began tying you up.

An emergency set of shears rests on the nightstand where you can see them, being able to see them helps ease your mind. It's your first time being this vulnerable in front of another person, completely at their mercy.

You trust Hyunjin more than anyone else, you know he knows what he's doing.

"You're so perfect," Hyunjin compliments, sitting next to you on the bed, his hands trailing down your body, making you jolt, "just relax, my angel. Tonight is all about making you feel good."

୨୧ JISUNG ! :

"God, Ji, I can't believe you watch shit like this," you gasp as you watch the screen in front of you, "you're filthy."

On the screen in front of you an animated woman is being fucked by a tentacle, you glance over at your boyfriend who's hard cock is resting on the base of his stomach. "Come on, Jagi," Jisung whines, pressing a kiss on your nipple before he's grabbing the dildo that he wanted to use on you, "you can't hide that you're dripping."

The dildo itself is a dark blue color and shaped like a tentacle. You gasp as he slides it in your soaked cunt, feeling every detail of the fake dick until he bottoms it out inside you. "Oh, God, Ji," you can't help but whine when he starts thrusting it in and out of your swollen pussy.

"See, I knew you'd like it, my baby," Jisung hums, pressing another kiss on your nipple as he thrusts the toy in a way that has your toes curling and back arching off the bed.

୨୧ FELIX ! :

With every second that passed you got wetter and wetter. Doing your very best to stay as still as possible for Felix while he applies makeup on your face. "My doll looks so pretty," he hums as he finishes putting powder on your face, "I can't wait to play with her properly."

It's your first time doing this with your mommy, you trust him more than anything though and you'd do anything to make him happy. Felix is quickly manhandling you into the position he wants. He has you on your back, your legs being slightly spread, his hands gliding up your sides.

"Such a cute little baby doll," he hums, "with a cute little cunt."

His fingers travel to your pussy, his thumb rubbing your clit and he watches you try your best to keep quiet and still.

୨୧ SEUNGMIN ! :

"That's it, pup," Seungmin hums as he watches you hump a stuffed animal, grinding your swollen clit on the soft fabric.

You have a pair of dog ears on your head, a butt plug with a tail attached inside your ass, and a cute little collar with a leash attached around your neck.

You've never done this before, but with every second you spend like this your mind becomes fuzzier and fuzzier. "Such a dumb little mutt," Seungmin degrades.

He's shoving his fingers in your mouth, making you choke on them while shocks of pleasure travel up your spine. Your orgasm quickly approaching.

୨୧ JEONGIN ! :

"Daddy- I-I-," you stutter, looking up at your boyfriend who is looking down at you with a look of pure amusement.

"Yeah? What's wrong, baby?" he looks at you expectingly.

Your cheeks are definitely red from embarrassment while you whisper, "feels good y-y-y'know d-down there?"

"Yeah? Feels good?" he coos, he's now laying next to you, pulling you into his comforting grasp, having you rest your head on his chest.

He had just finished inserting a remote controlled vibrator in your cunt moments before, eager to see your first reaction to the new toy. You scream when the vibrations start in your cunt, doing your best to squirm around but you can't with Jeongin's iron grip on you. "That's my sweet girl," Jeongin coos, "feel really good doesn't it?"

"Daddy!" you sob, "ah it f-feels so good!"

"I know, I know," he strokes your hair, "just let it feel good."

[justwonder113]

Sharing a bed with Han

Chan; Lee Know ; Changbin; Hyunjin; Han; Felix; Seungmin; IN;

My Masterlist

Summary: While in your twenties you do lot's of crazy stuff like walking up to a stranger and claiming to him that you're dating now. One bed trope; Friends? to lovers; Idiots in Love. Reader and Han matching each other's freak Warning: CURSING It's me who's surprised there, one or two adult jokes. Please inform me if I miss anything. Not proofread. A/N- Hey my lovelies I'm sorry I was absent for so long. Apart from studying I also started to work which took much more time and energy than I thought and my mental health wasn't also the best. But thankfully I'm feeling much better now and I quit that shithole too so I have time to get back to writing, which I'm really excited about. I came up with some new ideas and I can't wait to write it. Requests are open too so if you have anything you want me to write feel freeto ask. Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated. Also I want to thank you all for all the love and support you have given me it means the world to me. Feel free to share your thought I just love knowing what you think about my work^^ Word count- 3k

Inspired by this post right here⬇️ It immediately made me think of Han

Being in your twenties is surely an interesting experience. One might expect of you to be this grown up adult making this important decisions, being all busy doing important stuff, paving your own way in life making connections etc... and You do! There's no way you can escape all that grown up shit. But being in your twenties is also really awesome and interesting because despite being this hardworking people who have their shit together people in their twenties also have the tendency to do a complete 180 and to put it simply do some batshit crazy things and then carry on like it's just a regular Tuesday. Well you would know you're in your twenties and you really just proved yourself your point.

You considered yourself quite normal, rational with few crazyish tendencies because you were human after all. To put it simply you were an average person living their life. Like others you were trying to pave your own way in life, hence why you were here in this university working your ass off. You wouldn't call yourself impulsive or crazy even though you had done your share of let's just say some questionable stuff. Nothing special right? But sometimes the parasites the demon in you just took over. Like now, what the hell was up?

To paint the situation more clearly you were just finished with your midterms and came out of your last exam. Of course it took a lot of energy and effort from you, heck you were barely standing on your feet from fatigue of couple sleepless nights. Maybe it is what made you act up? Not sleeping for really long time made people lose their minds, you had read about the Russian sleep experiment who gave a fuck if it was a creepy pasta.

You were the first to come out of the exam room and obviously overjoyed from bending over the most difficult subject of the semester. You really outdid yourself, all your hard work and dedication paying off. Well being beyond giddy with excitement you wanted to leap from joy to express your happiness.

It's like you felt the adrenaline levels in your body rise, that's when you noticed a boy your age come out of the exam room next to the one you just left. He also looked really happy and pleased wit himself.

Unable to contain your excitement you walked up to the boy who looked quite handsome you might add, and raised your hands and yelled high five. Were you disrupting other students? -Maybe. Did you care? -No not really. The boy was confused for a second but quickly came back to his senses and high fived you. And this is when a really dumb idea stuck you and before you could even think it over and talk some sense into yourself you intervened your hands and got a little closer to him. A smile crept up your face, somehow amused at the poor boys visible confusion. To be honest you had never seen someone who looked so cute while confused. "We're dating now, love you bae." You couldn't believe this words left your mouth and before you could embarrass yourself even more you quickly left leaving the poor boy behind. God he must have been so shocked.

One might think that that's where thing ended up right? And who would blame you? Any rational person would think that you're crazy and/or delusional and would make sure to avoid you at all cost. But we're not talking about rational people in this tale and things didn't end up there. As it turns out the boy, his name being Han Jisung as you came to know him, was just as crazy as you if sometimes not more. For the past year since that happened, that semester and one more he never missed out and whenever he saw you walking in the hallway he always made sure to wave at you all excited and as dramatically loud as possible yell "Hey baby". It didn't matter what the distance between you was, whether you were on the opposite ends of the hallway of standing literally next to each other, everyone's eyes always would end up on you some amused, some annoyed but always all eyeson you two. You always felt torn between finding his antics absolutely adorable and this whole interaction being your highlight of Uni and at the same time wanting to die of shame for all that unnecessary attention. Honestly, at this point, you had quite not so (not at all) small crush on him.

That also lead to your dilemma. Despite basically half of the uni thinking that you and Han were dating you obviously weren't. But you were definitely friends. You first normally talked to him when you were at the party one of his friends threw. To be honest, you weren't completely feeling yourself that day, and when things got a bit too overwhelming you excused yourself and sneaked away to the balcony where you found him. He greeted you as per usual, not failing to put a smile on your face and suddenly you forgot you were feeling tired and shitty. You talked a little about how parties sometimes could be a little too much and then something just clicked! Both of you completely forgot about the party you spent hours talking about everything and nothing at the same time, and you felt so at peace while also feeling excited and completely immersed in conversation. You two got even more close when your friend started dating his friend. Naturally both your friend groups got closer to the point that now all of you decided to enjoy much awaited free time together, and here you were now in the beautiful beach house you had rented. Looking stunned at the double bed you and Han were supposed to share.

You really liked him, way much more since you got to know him better and got closer to him. You couldn't even imagine not having him in your life. Which is why you kept your mouth shut about your feelings. There were few moments where you thought that maybe he did reciprocate your feelings but knowing how flirty and goofy his personality was you decided to let it go and not to hold tightly to the frail branch. You wouldn't risk losing him as a friend. He was the person who made you believe in soulmates. He was your comfort person, someone you could lean on, your source of joy and excitement. You loved how he literally never failed to match your freak and vice versa and all the crazy stuff you did. He gave a new meaning to being alive!

God you were really going off topic, as you could tell you really liked him, which is why you felt beyond embarrassed when you got sorted in the same room as him, and especially now that you found out that there was only a double bed in the room. Yes you two were close and both of you were used to being touchy to each other but you had never once slept together in the same space.

You cursed yourself for agreeing to your friend to switch rooms with her since she wanted to be with her boyfriend Chan, who was supposed to be Han's roommate. You thought that it was not a big deal because you thought there would be two separate beds, you didn't really bother to check since all you wanted was to get sorted quickly and go to sleep as fast as possible. You would so smack her in the morning, you wouldn't risk going into her room now afraid of seeing not so pg stuff. This was the last time you were going to be considerate to your friends! Especially not after she whispered to you before heading to her room that this was your chance with Han and advising you use protection. Like you needed that on top of everything. Your mind already felt like blowing up!

God you were feeling so awkward you couldn't even fully enjoy how beautiful and perfect everything was, not even how this fluffy straight out of heaven bed was basically calling your name, it basically felt like it was tormenting you.

"Well this is interesting." You tried to break the silence and looked over at Han who looked like he wasn't breathing, God just what did Felix and Minho whisper to him? "Han?" you called out to him a bit alarmed when you noticed or maybe hallucinated who even knows that he was starting to pale. Well it did work and he quickly snapped out of it and gathered himself.

"Listen if you feel awkward about this I understand, I can go sleep in the living room." Han spoke with soft reassuring voice and it did help calming your nerves a little making you fell all soft inside. You had to pull yourself together.

"Oh no Hannie, that couch looked uncomfortable as hell, there's no way you can sleep on that your back will hate you for it!" You tried to reason, and Han thought for a second before bringing up another idea about sleeping on the floor but you didn't even let him finish the sentence. "Listen Ji, this is just as much your vocation as it is mine. You're here to relax and have a good time not to sleep on the floor! Thank you for being considerate, I really appreciate that, but I can't make you sleep on the floor. As long as you're comfortable with it we can share a bed. We're both adults let's not make a big deal out of this." Han looked at you in the eyes for a as if second making sure you were really okay with this then nodded his head softly.

"I'll take a shower first if that's okay with you? Han looked a bit dazed for a second but he quickly snapped out of it. "Yeah sure" He stuttered out and as if to distract himself went over to his bag to search for something.

You couldn't help but squeal on the inside about how cute he was being while heading to the bathroom but once it actually dawned on you that you would be sharing a bed you kinda wanted to bash your head against the wall it just felt like a right thing to do.

You made sure to thoroughly wash yourself to the point that when you got out of the shower you were convinced that you were sparkling. You quickly did your skincare, got dressed in your cute new set of pyjamas and even applied some perfume for that extra fresh feeling. Yup you were definetly sparkling. Also the way that Jisung visibly gulped the second he saw you enter the room? Just perfection, an ideal ego boost! Maybe sharing a room with him wasn't such a bad idea.

Han quickly washed up and here you were in the dimly lit room, in the same bed as him. The bed wasn't as big as it seemed, despite keeping your distance you could still feel his bodyheat, hear his every breath, smell his body wash and his natural a bit musky scent...God you felt like a creep! How the fuck were you supposed to sleep in here?

Han was also visibly nervous your bed was almost vibrating from his constant fidgeting and despite finding him cute and all that if he didn't stop in the next five seconds you would smother him with your pillow. Sighing to yourself you started bracing yourself that you two wouldn't get much sleep today.

Jokes on you you were out like a light switch in like 20 minutes. You only awoke because a suspicious sound coming from the next room, you know the one you don't really want checking. Also by the way his hands tightened around your waist Han was awake too. Wait what?

As if fanfiction gods were laughing at you from above you were all tangled up with Han as if him hugging your waist and you using his chest as a pillow wasn't enough. Oh yes you were both adults you could control yourselves nothing would happen, you just HAD to do a speech!

Okay back to important stuff, what the hell were you supposed to do now?- pretend to be asleep? There's no way Han hadn't noticed that you were awake you two were conjoined like Siamese twins! He probably could even tell the slightest shift in your pulse which went up a lot in this 30 seconds in fact you were pretty sure you would have either panic attack or would just simply pass out. It was 50\50.

God how did you manage to find yourself in this situation? And more importantly, who the fuck smells so good and feels this comfortable to hold? This was so not fair!

Han's soft call of your name brought you back from whatever the hell was going inside your head, his voice was warm asking you if you were awake.

"Yes..."You answered quietly your voice muffled a bit from your face still being smushed on his chest. There's no way you could turn to your pillow after this.

"I, uhm..." - Han begin to talk but stammered, unable to find his words, meanwhile you're stuck in the daze, your mind absolutely flipping over how hot his morning voice is. There was no need to mention the state of your heart, that bitch was a goner.

'"What is it Ji?" You ask after a few seconds of awkward silence, after noting how his thumb on his hand which still lies on your waist twitches occasionally, how his chest is rising up and down quicker than normal, how his breathing isn't as even as is should be.'"What is it Ji?" You ask after a few seconds of awkward silence, after noting how his thumb on his hand which still lies on your waist twitches occasionally, how his chest is rising up and down quicker than normal, how his breathing isn't as even as is should be.

Feeling frustrated with himself Han sighed, his arms slightly tightening around you. You don't know what compels you but you looked up, maybe curiosity to know what was on his mind, thinking maybe you can read his face. The sight has you left in awestruck. His hair is all disheveled but somehow looking so fluffy and soft you really wish you can slide your fingers through his locks. His eyes which are unable to hold your gaze sparkle with the morning light. In fact you're convinced if you hadn't already you would surely fall for him from this sight alone.

One second he is looking into your eyes the next he has his face covered with his hands whining about something you can't descipher.

"Ji?" - You couldn't mask your surprise.

"You can't look at me like that!"

"Sorry? Like what?"

Jisung looked through his fingers and scoffed as if the answer to that question was the most obvious thing ever. He sighed in defeat when he noticed that you in fact had no clue what was going on.

"All pretty and stuff." You couldn't help but grin once his answer actually dawned on you. God he was too cute for his own good.

"You think I'm pretty?"

He looked at you with unimpressed expression, then he took the pillow from right under his head and put it on his face and screamed into it like dramatic baby he was. Looking at his theatrics you couldn't help but laugh which resulted disapproving grunt of protest which backfired because it only made you laugh even more.

"Oh come on now, don't be mad! It's not everyday you hear your crush admit you're pretty!" You couldn't help but tease and you waited for your answer to dawn on him.

"Still you shouldn't tease!" Han whined from under his pillow. You wondered how much time would he need to actually realize that you admitted you had a crush on him.

"Come on Jiji! Take off the pillow!"

"No I'm dying here!" He really shouldn't spend so much time with Jisung.

And then there was a pause for a second , then two and by the third the pillow covering his face was thrown from the bed into the room somewhere and Jisung staring at you with his wide boba eyes.

"Wait a minute!"

"There it is! Took you some time pretty boy, almost had me worried." You immediately quipped back.

"Don't fluster me woman I'm having a serious moment here what do your crush?!"

"I meant that I like a pretty boy named Han Jisung but for some reason he is taking his sweet time to get that."

"You have a crush on me?" You couldn't really tell if he was teasing or if he was in awe but knowing him he could manage and do both at the same time. He sure was an unique person.

"Good thing that you're cute pretty boy."

"Stop flustering me!"

"Should I kiss you instead?"

The way Jisung whined was beyond adorable honestly how could you not tease him? Now it was your pillow that was stolen and covering his face and his little squeals,

"Hey Ji." You called after a second, he immediately answered a pillow still on his face.

"Does this mean that we're actually dating now?" You wanted to keep your teasing tone but you couldn't really mask your hopefulness. He immediately got rid of the pillow, the embarrassment long forgotten, in second Jisung had you in his arms hugging you tightly he even gave you an obnoxiously loud smooch on your cheek.

"Absolutely baby." There it was his sweet gummy smile. There's no way you could resist that, softly holding his soft cheek you leaned in and connected your lips into a short but sweet kiss. Jisung looked awestruck for a second but this time he immediately came back to his senses and leaned in to connect your lips into much more passionate kiss, well tried to at least, neither of you could stop smiling after all. You really had to thank your friend in the morning, sharing a bed with Han was surely one of the best decisions you had ever made.

[leonardoeatscarrots]

This book is a goddamn comedy istg

he goes on to talk about how he bit one of his tutors btw

deranged child [in the most humorous way]

"I was a difficult child, Today, after so many years, I still think remorsefully of all those who wore themselves out in an effort to bring me to bring me up properly. First on the list was a German nurse who had been with my brothers, and who went off her head. This was partly due to her unrequited passion for my father's secretary, and partly no doubt to my bad temper. My parents had to send her to a mental home, and I was handed over to my mother's former governess, Mademoiselle Versiloff, a charming, good, and devoted woman, who had become one of the family. I was a very bad pupil. My governess, thinking that a little competition might do me good, organized classes so that I could work with other children; but I remained lazy and uninterested, and my bad example had a most disastrous effect upon my fellow pupils."

-Prince Felix Youssoupoff, Lost Splendor

[dearlydevoured]

not proofread. william case calderón . . .

is stuck in bed for days after the emergence mission. his body is still suffering and poor case is left in your care, sat by his bed and watching after him. you give him whatever he asks for — which was usually nothing, so it was more like you got him what you thought he needed. you’d bring water and mystery meals made with a dusty russian cookbook that you barely been able to translate. you were afraid to get near him outside of quick touches the first night but would grow comfortable again, realizing felix’s worry about contagiousness was more of a … felix thing.

case would try to get up the second day, looking like he was two seconds from doubling over on your shoes and still, the man had actually convinced himself that he was okay. you’d firmly press him back down and it’d annoy him, of course. as the miserable minutes in bed passed, case would realize that you are right. it was agonizing to even turn over under the thick blanket; walking around without your assistance is a bit silly. he’d still do it, just to have any extra contact with you. hated to admit it, but in the back of his head he knew he was touch-starved. case would wish for your disgustingly cool palm to linger on his forehead a bit longer and ache for your kisses.

watching him when he slept was the worst. case would often wake up from nightmares, sweaty and gasping for air like a man nearly drowned. it was heartbreaking trying to calm him, softly shushing and reminding the former langley agent it was all over. you’d run your nails along his back with your other hand in his hair – and if you had the courage to get in his bed that night, you’d pull him in to allow case’s face to bury into your neck.

[maculatas]

I. Below the Sultry Storm 

Huntress takes a keen interest on the cunning survivor who evades her.  A game of hunter and prey that eventually comes to fruition. 

TAGS: Porn With Plot, Shameless Smut, Tenderness, Rough Kissing, Protectiveness, Possessive Behavior, Female Reader

Anna lifts you up, you wrap your legs around her, gripping her hair for leverage.

She mutters something in Russian, a harsh tone that causes your thighs to quiver. “маленькая лиса,” she murmurs again, biting into the flesh of your neck. You moan, tightening your legs around her waist. Anna presses you harder against the metal bars, the bolts digging into your back in a delicious way. It felt good to hurt. 

To finally feel something other than the Entity’s talons snapping you in half or a killer’s blade into your gut. It’s exhilarating this way. 

You grunt when she reaches under your shirt, her palms grazing your heated skin in a way that tingles your nerve endings. Anna kisses you then, all teeth and tongue. You jolt when she unhooks your bra, her hands reaching to palm your breasts. 

She grips you so tightly, your hips desperately seeking friction. “Please,” you rasp, breath being pushed out of you. 

Anna nuzzles close to your neck, licking all the way down to your collarbone. 

In any minute those generators could be done, in any minute you will hear the chiming of the clock before you escape. 

You want to stay like this forever, close to the harshness of her tongue and warmth of her body. Huntress remains a terrifying force to be reckoned with in trials, you have evaded her every time. Being able to leave before she could take you down with her throws. 

Anna has always watched you leave, standing before the exit gates while you turn towards her, her pale mask tilting as if curiously examining you. Almost carefully deciding your fate when you two meet again. 

Laurie watches you closely, uncertain of what to make of your disheveled appearance. “Did you survive?” 

You cut her off with a wave. “I just got thrown around a bit, no worries.” 

“But you escaped?” She asks incredulously. 

You huff, worrying about the hem of your sweater. “It’s nothing, I won the trial. So whoop.” 

“You’ve won every single one with the huntress,” interjects Felix, eyeing you with suspicion. 

“Killers don’t leave survivors alone unless they want something,” Jane says. She walks close to you, leaning towards your ear. “Sometimes your body is part of the equation.” 

You feel burned. How could they know? Have the other survivors ever experienced this before too? Have they run into these unfortunate events with the killers. Where agreements take place and you offer them something in return. 

Jane’s eyebrow raises, a smug smile crossing her lips. She watches as Laurie and Felix head away towards the group at the camp. Jane just promises her one thing. “It’ll be our little secret.” 

You had Anna cornered, completely at your mercy. You moved her mask up, the way her throat bobs and her lips take shape to form the perfect curve of surprise.

“Got you,” you murmur, lips utterly close to hers. You wait to see what she’ll do next. Her ax still aimed towards your side.

She doesn’t slash it down to cut, she doesn’t seem to react much at this. To your enjoyment, it clatters down onto the wood of the shack as she wraps her arms around yours to kiss you with fervor. You moan, clawing at her neck, pulling her closer.

You want to swallow her whole and let her digest in your system. It’s ill fated and disgusting the way you desire her. The way you wish to consume her every bit. It’s an eager yearning that seems to implode in the worst way.

You push her forward into the wood of the den, hoping there’s splinters and loose nails stabbing into her skin.

You want her to sense all the emotional hunger she has caused you. To understand exactly what it meant for you to hunt her in such a way. 

She seems to mutter something in Russian, a husky tone shifting her to dig her nails into your waist, dragging them down to leave you marred. 

“You—“ you growl, biting her lower lip, surprising her enough to reel her head back against the wooden walls.

She groans, pulling back to huff. Her mask is still on and your lips are wet from her spit.

You want to feast on her skin so that she’ll only ever think of the wounds you’ve left for her. All for you and none for anyone else. You smile, all teeth and fangs. Anna notices how much of a surprising trump card you are. When you had first joined the team of survivors you had seemed so reserved. Somehow lost and doe-eyed as if you had no clue of what to do. Anna didn’t trust the fawning. She didn’t seem at all fooled by the game of pretend you seemed to be playing at. 

The sort of ease you fell into when she would chase you. Each and every time losing you in the thunder of pallets dropping, the dark mist coiling itself around her sight. Sometimes, when it’s stagnant in mother’s den, when the entity would let the other killers rest on rare occasions she’d think of you. 

You and your grin, your hand coming up to fight her off when she carried you to a hook. Sometimes, at mercy she’d release you, examining you at every inch. The muscle in the planes of your arms and the way you crawled to her indignant on survival. 

It made her inhale sharply at the scent of copper, fortitude and need. Anna has never been this fascinated by a specific survivor. Not one like yourself. Others couldn’t even compare to being as special as you. 

It made her suck in her breath, tongue rolling against her teeth. She prods the appendage against her canines harshly to taste the blood. She wanted to bite down, to completely leave you full of marks. Your skin and your body at her mercy. An innate need to consume. Instead, Anna had fallen into your grasp. She had lowered herself to let you do as you please. You tongued her neck, biting against the flesh and nibbling. Anna’s hands drifted to your hips, feeling them roll against nothing. Insatiable creature, she thinks. Merciless in your need to have her close. 

Anna hums when your tongue moves to her collarbone. She makes a noise of appreciation when you bite down, sensing the smile against her skin.

The world begins to crumble again, everything becoming a race against time. A moment to have each other.

It would soon vanish like the rest of this piece together.

You pull back, looking at her. You grasp her chin, thumbing her lower lip and dragging it. 

“‘Till next time,” you murmur. You leave then, finding the exit. You leave her there lost and worn. 

Her mind reels itself, hammering and reminding the way it had held you seconds before. Now leaving and to see each other on the entity’s terms. Anna grits her teeth, her hands fisting themselves. There will be a way to get you back. To have you here. Only with her. 

You made your way down the path. It had been simple enough, you had smiled. A part of you feeling on cloud nine at what you had all accomplished. Huntress was now in your grasp and that’s all that seemed to matter now. 

In this very moment you had her captured, a hare caught in the snare. The hare struggles to escape as you approach. Interested in the way it squirms, cries out to be freed. In the same way you know she must be feeling. It’s simple enough. 

What you did not expect was to be summoned by the dark talons of the entity. The world cuts itself open to move you through its many realms. You had ended up in the Red Forest, back here. The world shifts around you and you sneer. This could only mean one thing. You were starting in a trial. 

Except there was no sounds of generators being done and the crows seemed to hover in one area. They were watching you behind their beaks, curious eyes blinking at you from afar. You really had no way of knowing how you had ended up here. Unless the entity may be making special offers only to some. You frown at that, uncertain of what you would be initially doing here. 

The suddenness of an ax flying beside you causes you to duck. It passes by you in a spur of wind and you look to see the obvious answer. 

Huntress stands there, heaving as she holds the other weapon in her hand. You grin at her. “Well, well, look who we have here,” you say. You feel the flutter in your chest and the pulsing in your blood. This could be an easy way for you to get what you want. Maybe the entity was trying to give everyone what they wanted. A cease and desist to this cat and mouse game that seemed to drag everyone else into the fold. 

It only left you and Anna charged with each other. The lingering taste of one another on your tongues. “Did you call me here?” You ask her, strolling up to her. Not in the least bit concerned by her weapon, by the way you can see her dark eyes through the mask. 

She’s always been good at observing. She hides beneath the scenery, blending in and getting to analyze her targets in this way she can bring them down more efficiently. In this case, she doesn’t seem beholden to this. She won’t hurt you. Not in the way she should be, anyway. 

This had been only a game. To see how you could toe the line with the item of your attraction. Your obsession really. It had been about grace, about wanting. Really, it was to entertain you. You had been bored. The way the monotonous tone of this world, the surviving. You had been too strong for the entity to placate you. You had known immediately there was one you could get some enjoyment in the purgatory of horrors. You could find your own way to be sated. 

It was easy. In your past life, sex had been nothing. It had been easy to lead someone to your bed, it had been nothing but a game. A win for both parties or more. Anna had been different for you. She is a different conqueror, it takes a usurper to win over the power she holds. 

Anna seems to fight you, fight the familiar desire and sexual advances; yet she seemed all the more willing to lean into them. In a way she won too. She received something out of it, a distraction of sorts. 

She approaches quickly, grabbing your hair and thrusting her close to you. Her body seems to be on fire, like molten lava. A volcano prepared for eruption. You only sigh, feeling at home with this sort of defiling. It could be everything. It had been. You wanted this to be a long lasting feeling for the two of you. You knew Anna had nothing better to do. She may have gotten dozens of people with her looks, but you know better. 

You know she could never fully have you in the way she wants. 

And that makes your blood pulse and your body quiver with anticipation. You sidle up to Anna, kissing her neck. “Let this be a reminder,” you murmur against the heat of her skin. You brush your lips against the freckles on her tanned skin. 

You can feel her tense at this. “You can always come back to me,” you finish. 

When you leave, Anna’s eyes have closed into themselves. She counts down, hearing the familiar hum of an old tune; a lullaby from memory. A time long gone. 

You returned back, confident and thriving. Nothing could ever be this close to tasting some form of victory. Huntress had been in your grasp for sometime; this just solidified it. You hear footsteps encroaching and you see Jane, smug and arms crossed. 

“You’re a deviant, aren’t you?” She questions, you turn to her, not really up for any interrogation. 

You smile, a sharp thing, not wanting to deny the woman in front of you anything. She could know much more than you, have that over your head. You will not let her have the satisfaction of flaying you alive in some sick way. “I know what I am, but do you know what you are?” 

Jane smirks. “I would love to know what I seem like in your eyes.” 

You sigh, dropping your arms from the defensive. “We’re similar, in a way. Aren’t we?” 

Jane shrugs, knowing exactly what you’re referring to. “We all want what we can’t have.”

She continues, circling you, knowing exactly where you’ve been. “Sometimes we get a bargain in this shit ass place, something we can’t say no to. So we all do it, sometimes with the same killers or sometimes with others.” 

You look at her trying to read her expression. You feel a flare of jealousy, imagining a wanton Anna with a curvaceous Jane, her body rolled like a gift from the Gods. Jane grins then, serpentine. “Don’t worry,” she says softly. “You’re a rare one for the Huntress. She never holds any interest in any of us. You’re her favorite pet,” she whispers close. 

“Who else has been involved in something like this?” You ask, already curious which survivor seemed to have offered themselves up to the entity or the killers in such a way. 

Jane shakes her head. “There’s no telling, some of them are too honorable for that. Not me, though. And not you either,” she points out. 

“Honor’s fake,” you say. “There’s never been anything like it. It holds you back to what you really want.” 

“Oh?” She prods, delighted at your response. 

“To be able to control another being with just our presence.” 

Jane’s eyes glint, tilting her head to look at you in another light. “I knew I would like you, fox,” she hisses. You feel like you’ve heard something similar from Huntress before. A familiar phrase in her native language that seems to remind you.  

It had been time to give your monotonous routine some fun while being ripped apart by beasts and killers alike. Jane seemed to understand it, but the rest of the survivors looked upon you as if you had stepped from the fiery pits of hell. You would be covered in blood, needing a wash of some kind, but they all seemed to know. They knew you were only doing it to be able to get something you want. 

It wouldn’t be the first time someone existed in such a way, so you wouldn’t be the last to do it. 

[tired-ophidian]

could we maybe hear some more stuff on the poolverine! fankid Felix??? (I rlly like the look of them aaaaaaaa 🥰)

oml sorry it took this long 😭 exams are finally over thankfully so I'm free at last! Time to info dump >:]

So, Felix aka Taz is a silly goose; basically a mini, blond Wolverine if he's extra feral with a personality similar to DP. An anarchist who uses he/they pronouns, has no label when it comes to sexuality, and is very attached to his parents. He's a feral lil' shit who can charm his way into your heart before your know it and you can't help but love him for that.

He's currently between the ages 15 and 16 in my head (to make things fun) with mutant powers inherited mostly from Logan, and the youngest poolverine kid. Like Gabby, he has one claw per hand and they protrude from their wrists instead of knuckles! Oh, and emphasis on the fact that they have hella sharp fangs too. He can and will bite.

They love dancing, cooking, and traveling the most. And wouldn't you know it, they somehow found a part-time job at the TVA as a bounty hunter because of course they did. Do their parents know? HAHA no. This kid's running around chasing targets throughout the multiverse without adult supervision, thank Marvel Jesus for the healing factor.

If they're not out and about, Taz loves to hang out with his friends Jesse Spector (MK fankid) and Ainsley Agner (spidersona), read some books, watch something online, or get some quality time of family bonding! He's big on cuddles, hugs, and head pats—legit—but only if they like you or you interest them. Stranger danger, no touchie!

Before you ask. Yes. He purrs.

Taz is also a major fashionista with a knack for anything glam and make-up. One day you'll see him wearing skater boy and baggy streetwear, and the next he'll be rocking dresses and crop tops. Their sense of style changes just as quickly as their emotions. One thing he's consistent at is being inconsistent. Like a Russian roulette, you'll never know what you're gonna get.

I imagine him as being a mix of Junko (from Danganronpa), Dazai (from Bungo Stray Dogs), Yuuji (from JJK) and Giorno (from JJBA). All their best and worst aspects molded into one being.

Aaand... that's it for now!

I'll leave his existence (how he came to be) up for personal interpretation ;]

Thanks for the wait pooks! Feel free to ask more questions about this munchkin, I highly appreciate them <333

[arina-nov]

Korolevs. What is it?

Hello everybody! I haven't been here for a while, and that's because I'm actively working on my project!!

Korolevs — project (comics, short stories and small animations) about eight magical clones that try to pretend that they are actually an ordinary family. it turns out that it's terrible for them, but slowly getting used to the routine of life among people, they realize that a huge danger is hanging over them.

��� Little bit about the setting 🌟

The small Russian city —" Podmoskovsk", 2014. This city is difficult to find on the map, and someone says that paranormal things are happening here. Clones, a strange girl with... gremlins? (We thought it was kittens). Mermaids in the sewers of the city and strange spirits. I'm Surely these are all fairy tales.

— And the characters?

Gabriel (Grisha) — one of the youngest clones. He is inquisitive, often speaks Italian and is extremely charming. You should take a look at his training sessions!

Kuromaku (Alexey) — The loser, nerd, and man who considers it his duty to look after all the other clones. The "voice of reason" among all his brothers. Maybe look at some of his notes about the city?

Dante (Daniel) is a quiet and wise man. He will offer you to drink tea together or admire nature. Otherwise, he is useless, but don't you think that "utility" is a social construct devoid of meaning? He thinks so too until the moment when it's time for lunch

Felix (Kirill) — the epitome of goodness and childish naivety. And his clothes can be distinguished by the sequins in them. If good should be with fists, then he is good with a bat. in fact, we are very vulnerable, although you can't say that.

Franz (Felix's Cat) —a big and red-haired cat. He is very affectionate and lazy.

Varu (Nikita) — pubertal ulcer. the most unpleasant person with megalomania and the idea of his exclusivity. He's always messing with everyone and scheming. constant fights and confusion in the house is made by him

Brolly (Alexander) — a shy young man. He is very quiet, easy-going and, to put it mildly, soft-spoken. We are very dependent on the opinions of others and their thoughts. Please be gentle with him

Romeo (Roman) — Chaotic, frivolous and loving is this man's middle name! he is very sweet and friendly, at the same time he is the personification of love. extremely strong love..

Spade (Fedor) — Quiet. A sullen man. he is extremely taciturn and apparently unsociable. in fact, he really wants to be alone and relax. many people consider him a terrible person. We hope this is not the case.

That's it! Stay tuned!

[rattyshipss]

Felix Fickelgruber x gn! reader~

Little Stranger things themed Felix fic because whenever I have a new crush I always think about Steve and Robin's russian episodes scenarios surrounding it idk why I have issues.

Cw: Drug mentions, swearing, emetophobia

(Y/n) = Your name (Y/f/n) = Your friend's name

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"What the fuck did Wonka put in that chocolate?"

"I don't know but if he's trying to stop the chocolate troops I don't think it's working, I feel great." (Y/n) and (Y//f/n) sat in the chocolate trios headquarters, giggling from the affects of Willy's special chocolate. "Moron he messed up the drugs." More giggles. "He messed it up, Moronnn." Prodnose resisting the urge to giggle aswell and come up with a witty joke to contribute when Slugworth shot him a glare. "Ok I've heard enough." Slugworth stepped over nudging the two of you into a smaller confined room. "I can't have you two blabbering idiots let that chocolate thief in on our plan."

"Is this a bad time to tell you I don't like your chocolate?" (Y/n) giggled prompting (Y/f/n) to also. Fickelgruber snuck one last look at the two of you before the trio left, leaving you alone together in the small room.

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"The ceiling stopped spinning for me, is it still spinning for you?" (Y/n) and (Y/f/n) were sprawled out in the room, avoiding the buckets filled with their vomit, buckets that were probably previously filled with chocolate.

"Holy shit, no, you think we puked it all up?" "I don't know, ask me something, interogate me" More giggles. "Ok, so... what's with you and that Grub guy?" (Y/n) shifted her position against the wall to look towards (Y/f/n). "Fickelgruber? Felix?" (Y/f/n) nodded, coming down from the giggles and the high. "I don't know... he's cute, and sweet" (Y/f/n) shifted their position aswell. "Yeah so sweet, like his chocolate right?" They replied sarcastically. "Shut up!"

The two sat in silence for a moment before (Y/n) spoke up again. "But yes exactly" the silence was a weird contrast from the previous giggling. "You should just tell him you like him"

"What?"

"I'm serious, we all see how distracted he gets with you, I believe you're the only thing in this world that can get through that greedy capitalist heart" The two of you were interrupted by what sounded like one if not all of the chocolatiers coming back.

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[dontforgetukraine]

The regime jailer felt very proud that according to his version, Russia was winning the war and had invaded Ukraine. He rubbed it into the face of Maradiaga, an alleged “CIA agent” who condemned Russia’s first instances of aggression against Ukraine in international fora: "I could see the happiness in this officer in a distant country called Nicaragua. I asked, why are you so happy with the invasion? He said, ‘Because I was trained in Russia. I speak Russian.’” This episode is one of the examples in the growing “ecosystem of dictators,” which, according to Mr. Maradiaga, extends well beyond propaganda: "It’s not only Russian propaganda. No, it’s training. They’re training all these people in intelligence measures. They’re training in torture methods. They’re training perpetrators in how to persecute civil society at the grassroots level.”

—An interview with Felix Maradiaga, Nicaraguan dissident leader, on the "ecosystem of dictators" and what Ukraine's fate means for the democratic world order.

Source: Ukraine’s fate will determine future of global democracy, says Nicaraguan freedom champion

[aemiron-main]

Father And Son: TFS, Brenner, Cat Stevens, The Cycles, Cat’s Cradle, 8:15gate, Radiationgate and Cat’s In The Cradle

So, during TFS, Brenner says the following to Henry, specifically saying “father and son” to him at the end:

Which, that made me think of the 1970 Cat Stevens song, Father and Son, because Brenner’s dialogue is worded the EXACT same same way as the song title:

And you might be thinking “this is a stretch, Brenner just saying ‘Father and Son’ doesn’t mean it’s connected to the Cat Stevens song, ‘father and son,’ is a common phrase, right?” and usually, I’d agree- however, Cat Stevens, and specifically, the EXACT ALBUM that Father and Son is on has ALREADY BEEN REFERENCED in ST specifically in the context of Brenner.

Where?

In the newspaper (because of COURSE it’s the newspapers again)- look at Brenner’s crossword here:

It says “tillerman’s beverage,” as one of the hints- and the answer is tea. As in Tea for the Tillerman. As in the exact album by Cat Stevens that Father and Son is on:

And not only does it appear in Brenner’s crossword, but they specifically showing him crossing that one off:

And there’s him having written the answer in, down vertically from 60- “tea”:

And what is the song “Father and Son” about? Well, it’s basically about what the title says- a father and his son. But specifically, it's about a the difference in perspective between father and son re: his son leaving/it's about the generational divide between father and son, and was written about the idea of a son wanting to leave to join the Russian Revolution.

This is also all interesting regarding the idea of anachronistic song references in TFS, specifically, songs from the 70s, such as Chuck E’s In Love being referenced in TFS versus Father and Son being from 1970:

And while I don’t think Brenner himself was necessarily referencing the song (although it’s possible because as evidenced by him knowing the answer to that crossword, he’s clearly aware of the album Tea for the Tillerman), it’s still yet another reference to a 70s song in TFS.

And speaking of TFS, Father and Son was originally supposed to be a musical (and of COURSE there's an Edward involved LMAO):

Versus the musical number in the church in TFS and the musical Oklahoma being reference repeatedly in TFS/Ted Wheeler sings a song from it.

However, there’s also more to this whole ST referencing Cat Stevens thing- because it’s something I talked about on discord quite awhile ago-

-but basically, summarizing those screenshots, this all connects to “I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight,” playing over a scene of Karen in s3, because that song has these lyrics:

And that “curtains are closed, cat’s in the cradle,” lyric is interesting for the following reasons:

a.) the whole “behind the curtain” thing in ST plus the whole TFS play/curtain thing

B.) “Cat’s in the cradle,” versus the book Cat’s Cradle from 1963 by Kurt Vonnegut- which has some VERY interesting connections to ST.

So, in Cat’s Cradle, the narrator is a writer that introduces himself as Jonah (but his name is really John and he’s never named again), and he sets up the plot as a flashback. The plot centers around when Jonah was planning to write a book called The Day the World Ended about what people were doing on the day of the atomic bombing of Hiroshima.

Which, the connection to Hiroshima is interesting considering what I talked about in this post regarding how 8:15 gate connects to Hiroshima & to James’ radiationgate posts.

And in the book, John also includes snippets from religious texts called The Books of Bokonon. Most of the events of the novel occur before the narrator was converted to his current religion, Bokononism.

And while researching for his book, Jonah heads to Ilium, New York, the hometown of the late Felix Hoenikker, who was a co-creator of the atomic bomb, because Jonah wants to interview Hoenikker's children, coworkers etc.

When he gets there, Jonah finds out about a substance called ice-nine, created for military use by Hoenikker and now likely in the possession of his three adult children. Ice-nine is an alternative structure of water that is solid at room temperature and acts as a seed crystal upon contact with ordinary liquid water, causing that liquid water to instantly freeze and transform into more ice-nine. Among several odd unfoldings in Ilium, the narrator meets Hoenniker's younger son, Newt, who recounts that his father was doing nothing more than playing the string game "cat's cradle" when the first bomb was dropped.

Which, all of the ice-nine stuff has me staring at the lack of water in the UD, and the song “Cold As Ice” playing during S3, during a scene where Mike has a Lynx behind his head (which, the Lynx thing is something I’ll come back to in this post bc it ties into all of the “cat’s in the cradle,” stuff, esp being in the same season/possibly the same ep as that Karen “cat’s in the cradle scene” and Victor’s burning cradle scene vs the taxidermy lynx in the Creel house).

And also, the book even has its own Papa- the dictator called “Papa” Monzano, who is introduced when Jonah goes to the fictional Caribbean island San Lorenzo, which is also where Jonah gets introduced to Bokononism.

Bokononism was founded by Bokonon, who was a former leader of the island, and who created Bokononism as part of a project to give people hope and community in the face of the island's poverty. As a deliberate attempt to give Bokononism an alluring sense of forbidden glamor, the religion is outlawed, which forced Bokonon to live in "hiding" in the jungle.

Which, Bokonon hiding in the jungle reminds me of all of the stuff re: Henry supposedly hiding in the darkness versus Will hiding in S1.

And also, Papa Monzano, threatens all Bokononists with impalement on a large hook (despite the fact that Monzano himself secretly practices the religion, and the hook punishment doesnt really get used)- which this makes me think of all of the impalement imagery in ST, such as Billy being impaled by the fleshflayer-

(which is extra interesting considering the visual parallels between this shot of Billy’s impalement pose versus Vecna’s attic pose & how Vecna also gets impaled by the tentacles when they plug into him)

-plus Phineas Gage having been impaled by a rod-

(which is ALSO extra interesting considering how the Phineas Gage scene/“No Longer Gage” ties into TFS with Alice saying that “Henry” is “Not Henry,” and how right before that Alice-Henry exchange, Henry had these weird appendages grow out of his back, which is extremely visually similar to the Vecna attic scene I just mentioned, and therefore also ties all of this back to Billy’s impalement, especially considering the parallels between Billy and Max versus Henry and Alice, although Henry doesn’t treat Alice the way Billy treats Max, there’s still parallels + Max has unending Henry parallels, especially re: sibling death & Billy’s death vs Alice’s death)

And also, Monzano has an adopted daughter, Mona- which, that immediately makes me think of Patty being Mr Newby’s adopted daughter, especially considering Mr Newby’s Brenner parallels, such as Mr Newby having stolen Patty versus Brenner stealing kids-

-AND Mr Newby being very authoritarian/dictator-esque when it comes to how he runs the school & how he runs his family.

And also, Monzano is ill from cancer- which, as we know, there’s SO many references to cancer in ST, considering what I’ve talked about re: the connections between regen healing and cancer plus the idea that Peter Owens may have had cancer.

And also, Monzano wants his successor to be Frank Hoenikker, who was both Monzano's personal bodyguard and, coincidentally, Felix Hoenikker's other son. Frank achieved this position by giving "Papa" Monzano a piece of ice-nine.

However, Frank doesnt want to be the new leaser and somewhat randomly offers Jonah the presidency. Although Jonah is surprised at at first, he accepts after he finds out that this means he’ll get go marry Monah. Soon after, the bedridden "Papa" Monzano commits suicide by swallowing ice-nine, whereupon his corpse instantly turns into solid ice-nine.

Papa Monzano being bedridden has me staring directly at Brenner Sr (who Brenner Jr also calls Papa), who was bedridden and dying after his return from Dimension X.

Frank Hoenikker admits to giving Monzano ice-nine, and the Hoenikkers explain that when they were young their father would give them hints about the existence of ice-nine while experimenting with it in the kitchen. After their father's death, they gathered chunks of the substance into thermos flasks and have kept them ever since.

Which, this has me staring at the scene of the Bingham kids in the kitchen, and how Peter Bingham puts in “too much salt,” versus the salt and ice used for sensory deprivation tanks, versus ice-nine, PLUS “Peter” Bingham versus what I mentioned earlier about Peter Owens and cancer, PLUS what I mentioned about Mr Newby versus all of the parallels between Mr Bingham and Mr Newby and Suzie versus Patty etc etc.

And after Monzano dies, celebrations for Jonah’s presidential inauguration begin, but during an air show performed by fighter planes, one of the planes malfunctions and crashes into the seaside palace, causing Monzano's still-frozen body to fall into the sea.

Instantly, all the water in the world's seas, rivers, and groundwater transforms into solid ice-nine. The freezing of the oceans immediately makes tornadoes ravage the earth, but Jonah manages to escape with Mona to a secret bunker beneath the palace. When the initial storms subside, they emerge and search the island for survivors, and discover a mass grave where all the surviving San Lorenzans committed suicide by touching ice-nine. Grieving for her people, Mona follows suit and dies.

This makes me think of a.) the complete lack of water and complete lack of people in the UD, and b.) all of the bunker stuff in ST, specifically, the NINA bunker + Murray’s bunker, and how Murray has a bunch of Creel references in his bunker, like his his Billie Holiday record + his WW2 posters which then also connect to the Peter Pan and Skull Rock and Eddie-Edward stuff but that’s a post on its own- but that also makes me think of what I said earlier re: Phineas Gage getting impaled because Scott uses that skull graphic that reminds me a lot of Murray's poster:

I also now have to wonder- if the UD was once a normal timeline that got devastated in some apocalyptic manner, could there still be PEOPLE there?? In bunkers?? After all, we’ve only seen UD Hawkins, but if the UD extends to other parts of the world, then what if there’s an UD NINA bunkers that still has living people inside of it??? Or hell, what about Murray’s bunker in the UD?? They’ve never shown it to us, but for all we know, there could be living people/alternate timeline versions of people in there, having survived however long it’s been since the disaster.

And at the end of the book, Jonah lives with some other survivors in a cave- versus TFS Henry having ended up lost in a cave in Nevada, and ending up contracting the shadow as a result, and Brenner says that Henry “changed, like my Papa,” due to Henry’s time in the cave, which brings us back to what I said earlier about Brenner Sr.

And anyway, setting all that aside and going back to the other reason why that “cat’s in the cradle,” line fron I Just Died In Your Wems Tonight is interesting, there’s also C.) “cat’s in the cradle,” versus the song Cat’s Cradle by Harry Chapin.

Which, “Cat’s in the Cradle" by Harry Chapin is about a father not being able to find time for his son and then his son growing up without him and not being able to find time for his father- basically, the son becomes just like his father, ironically, as a result of his lack of interaction with his father, which, the whole “becoming his father,” thing has me staring DIRECTLY at the lines in TFS re: “you have to BE your dad”:

And the “Cat’s In The Cradle,” thing is extra interesting because that song CONSTANTLY gets misattributed to Cat Stevens, who has an album called Cats Cradle:

Which, that reminds of all of the mistaken identity stuff in ST, especially regarding Brenner and Richard vs Martin/the identity mixups there and Eddie Munson delivering subtext for Edward & Eddie Munson being wrongfully accused of murder & Victor also being wrongfully accused by Wayne versus “the man who did this,” and how that connects to Brenner.

And speaking of “cat’s in the cradle,” there’s also all of the cradle imagery with Victor:

And there’s also all of the cat imagery in ST, specifically the silver cat/lynx stuff in S3 versus the stuffed silver cat/lynx in the Creel house and Victor talking about a wildcat:

Not to mention that again, that lyric is from “I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight,” versus Henry literally “dying” in Victor’s arms:

And it’s also interesting that this seems to be a REALLY specific song choice for S3/they really wanted “I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight,” because the use of this song is anachronistic, as S3 is set in 1985, and I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight was released in 1986- which is also interesting considering what I talked about earlier re: TFS and song anachronisms.

Point is, I think that Brenner’s TFS dialogue re: “father and son,” is meant to reference the Cat Stevens song “Father and Son,” and that there’s a bunch of other connections re: “cat’s in the cradle ,” and Vonnegut’s “Cat’s Cradle,” and Harry Chapin’s “Cat’s In The Cradle,” and all of Victor’s cat and cradle imagery.

And I also won’t be surprised if we get the song Father and Son on the s5 soundtrack.

[strangegutz]

whats ur favourite thing abt each of your ocs?

God that's so hard to answer... I love how goofy each one of them is at their core, theyre all a bunch of dumb assholes.

For Eddie I love that he's made for human companionship, to be emotionally intelligent and a caretaker, but he's not all there in the software anymore so he just forgets stuff like How Full Of Blood People Are. He's fucked up and weird and has crazy eyes but he's so charming you gotta go along with it

White is great because she's this scary thing, all edgy, death themed, super serious, but she's like a "big beefy dumb goon" personality in the body of a jack russel-like tiny butch lesbian. she is not smart. she longs to bite you. she is crushing glass bottles with her robot hand to impress women and it is working

Felix is supposed to be this smart man with noble blood but literally none of his life skills help him in the rural west. He won a supernatural curse/blessing of luck when he played russian roulette with the devil. sounds sick as fuck but the powers that be are just desperately working to keep him alive- terrible things happen to him, but he'd be dead without it, so net win?

Zeki is. Zeki. He isnt even actually an outlaw until he makes up a situation in his head that he gets so mad about that he decides he needs to become a criminal about it. He's a diabolical queen and we love him. he's treated like a do-no-wrong misunderstood sweet sweet baby boy while he's out there milking rattlesnake venom for "recreation" and fantasizing about killing Felix with hammers

Felix and Zeki are by @fullmoonboyfriend who is great at making dumb as hell characters.

[scotianostra]

One of Scotland's' most iconic films, Local Hero was released on February 18th 1983.

In the days before mobile phones we used to use things called phone boxes when we were not at home, and the phone box in Local Hero has become as iconic as the film itself.

There aren’t many films that have a 100% Tomatometer , on the movie website Rotten Tomatoes, backed up by an impressive 87% audience score, it should be all you need to know when choosing a movie to watch, expecially if you haven’t seen it before. IMDb also rate it highly with 7.4 out of 10.

Bill Forsyth’s oil-refinery comedy isn’t billed as a weepy. It is, however, a love poem to Scotland, and that’s what brings the lump to my throat.

Quirky, wry, gentle are words most often used for this comedy on the movie database site, IMDb, the starting point for many of my posts about those Scots in the acting profession in my posts. They brief story line on the site does not hint at the emotional turbulence you might soon be experiencing. So maybe it’s just me being a big sissy. Wouldn’t be the first time I lost the plot. All it says is "An American oil company sends a man to Scotland to buy up an entire village where they want to build a refinery. But things don't go as expected." The film is so much more than this and it stands the test of time much better than other Forsyth films like Comfort & Joy and Gregory's Girl, well in my opinion anyway!

Crackpot Texan oil magnate Felix Happer (Burt Lancaster) gets the idea that a small Scottish fishing village would be a marvellous acquisition for his so-rich-it-makes-you-sick company, Knox Oil and Gas, so he sends an executive gopher named MacIntyre (because that sounds Scottish, yeah – played by Peter Riegert) to close the deal and get the pipeline pencilled in.

“Mac” is met by some local “dork” called Oldsen (a young Peter Capaldi), who attempts to steer him through a tartan microculture that includes a lawyer-cum-publican/hotelier (Denis Lawson) who tapdances while standing on a chair shouting “Stella” – the name of his ever-randy wife; there is a super-hard marine biologist played by Jenny Seagrove who, after delivering a short lecture on the North Atlantic drift, ends up helping Oldsen to find that pistol in his pocket; and then there is a scene in which a very whisky-sodden Mac calls Texas from a red phone box on the harbourside, a phone box that has featured in so many peoples snaps when visiting Pennan in Banffshire.

Other bits of business in the film involve a salty Russian seafarer and overflying warplanes. You can see how it got the comedy tag, and I haven’t even mentioned the thing with the rabbit. And you can see how Mac ends up smitten.

This is all top material from a very talented writer/director, with photography and music from Glasgow born Mark Knopfler matches the acting and direction perfectly. But on first viewing I found myself asking halfway through, “What is this film actually about?” After not very much thought, I came to the conclusion that it was not a How Things Never Go According to Plan story, but a love poem to Scotland and the Scots. A bit slushy, but never mind. It’s only a film.

The scene when Mac phones to describe the Northern Lights, to me is very special, but the scene that prompted the lump in my throat at the end of the movie is when, having failed in his mission to secure the Knox refinery deal and mutilate one of Planet Earth’s most beautiful locations, Mac returns to his frigid steel-and-glass Houston apartment. He stands at his kitchen counter wondering what to do next, the hushed march of oil capitalism buzzing gently outside. He pulls from his coat pocket a handful of pebbles and shells, smelling one of them poignantly remembering as he spreads them on the work surface.

As Knopflers music gently plays he goes to his balcony and looks out to the city......the scene fades to black, then reopens 4,500 miles away, where, on the harbour side of a small Scottish fishing village, we see the phone box, perhaps ringing and the credits begin as the horns of Going Home blast out.

Others in the film include Rikki Fulton, Alex Norton, Kenny Ireland, John Gordon Sinclair and of course Burt Lancaster.

[core-bagg]

Remade my doormen OCS! (+Info about them!)

FELIX!

-Male (He/Him) -He's based around F rank/Worse than Henry -The Universe sometimes hates him (He hasn't done anything wrong) -Emotional support personified, even if it would realistically kill him -He dated a Kuchisake-Onna for a while, they both broke up when they realised that the relationship won't work -He gets attacked by doppelgangers a lot -Before becoming a doorman, Felix had 5 jobs, all of which had horrible employees and even worse bosses

STELLA!

-Female (She/Her) -She's based around S Rank/Better than Henry -Having nightmares -Would risk her life for her friends -She cut her own foot off once and resewed it back on to get rid of an ankle monitor -She's not interested in love -Before becoming a doorwoman, her father was about to marry her of to someone for money. She ran away from home.

CERBERUS!

-Ambiguous (He/She/They) -Abducius' fault, they sometimes call him "Father" to mess with him -Refers to themselves with plural pronouns (We instead of I, we're instead of I'm, etc.) -Personality wise, he's like playing russian roulette with a firecracker, they either don't light at all (Personality A), don't explode (Personality B) or blow all your fingers off (Personality C) -The nightmare residents refer to her by different pronouns because nobody knows what gender they're supposed to be, even himself

[atqxl]

My Ninja appearance head-canon

Note for me(and others who wonder my interpretation)

Focused on pre-S8 design, especially S1-S2.

Mostly Asian or European in my headcanon, and I don't think deeply about their gender or sexuality. Just an appearance note for my further drawings.

Zane

Scandinavian or Northeastern European. Russian is great too (Actually this is STUNNING that mad scientist dad who ran away from soviet union and raised his futuristic robot son in secluded forest OH MY GOD)

183cm (6 ft), quite heavy due to his metallic body

Platinum blonde, sky blue eyes, pale skin.

Cold and stern look but smiles always. THE SCIENTIST'S DAVID STATUE. BEAUTIFUL.

Snow leopard or Wolf.

Cole

Northeastern Asian, Chinese or Korean. Sometimes West Asian or Latin American?

I don't care about his ethnic. I usually think of him as Chinese actor(Lou is definitely Chinese, I can say that. I FELT that Chinese vibe from him.) or K-Pop idol(especially Suho from EXO). Since he's inspired from Tom Cruise, I'm fine with him being white too.

Black wavy hair, black eyes with double eyelid, long eyelashes. Thick eyebrows.

Skin varies, but not a fair one. Tanned?

185cm or shorter, 80kg, very muscular.

Stern and serious face. THAT HANDSOME DUDE

Tiger

Kai

Southeastern Asian, like Vietnamese or Taiwanese with Jewish dad

Brown hair(dyed or just because of his dad), brown eyes.

175 or shorter, slender-average weight with muscle.

Resembles his father(Ray; Jewish) a lot.

Hyena or rooster.

Ray

Definitely RDJ in my headcanon.

Nya

Southeastern Asian, like Vietnamese or Taiwanese with Jewish dad

Black straight hair, black eyes. Tanned skin(darker than Kai).

165cm, skinny.

Kinda that stereotyped southeastern asian girl/woman look; mono eyelid, fox eye, flat curves, boyish look… resembles her mother(Maya; Vietnamese or Taiwanese) a lot.

Hyena or hen.

Jay

Irish.

175 or shorter, plump-average weight with less muscle.

Ginger brown hair, blue eye. Red/pinkish skin.

Resembles Olaf from Frozen series, sometimes I see Elijah Wood or Tobey Maguire in him. (Actually he's inspired from Tobey Maguire)

Poodle.

Lloyd

French (yes because of that La-Loyd meme)

114cm → 162cm → 172cm or shorter. Balanced body.

Golden, wavy hair. Green eyes. Righteous vibe.

Cute but classical handsome face. Young Mark Hamill. I sometimes see Felix from Stray Kids from him.

Golden retriever or dragon.

Just please look at this angel oh my god

Garmadon

Well he's Oni; monster now. Never think of him as a human.

But I can see Harrison Ford now lol

Wu

Blonde hair but having straight asian god beard… He even lives in some Chinese Kung-fu dojo but actually is a Japanese ninja sensei. What the heck is this lol

So really hard to guess. I stopped thinking and just consider him as some white weeaboo or something

Misako

Anna Friel I guess? I love her speaking french in Timeline(2003)

Morro

Mexican or Northeastern Asian.

168-174cm or 191cm, lean.

Straight black hair around his shoulder. Green streak in his bangs. Dark green eyes. Pale, little greenish cadaveric skin.

That typical long black haired, depressed, villain-but-has-a-reason guy. Loki, Severus Snape, whatever. Sly look.

Black snake or black cat.

I want to kill myself everytime I think of him as this two wonderful rock band guys here:

Darath

HE IS JAMES CORDEN (ignore Tom Cruise)

You know what?

For me, pure North eastern asian, Ninjago is a total shit which mixed every asian culture without any thinkings. (Thank you for not ruining my culture. Really.)

Rural area is like southeastern Asia. The monks are mostly Mongolian or Himalayan style. City, culture, food and clothing is mostly Chinese, but they named everything under the name of Japanese ninja things…

It's like… America but located in the middle of France. But their accent is Brit, but eating Italian food, and say they're Spanish themselves. How disregarding…

And Japan's ninja is actually is a cruel secret agent who mainly deals with espionage, assassination, and murder. To be honest, it's not a job that gives me that positive vibes. As civil servants and nobles, samurai were a much more recognised class.

Also their main theme: Practice of righteousness and cooperation is similar to that of a Taoist from the Central Plains(China).

It would be great if I could go and work at Lego animation team, I will tear down all these crazy white tyranny.

[ask-andrew-montrose]

[Polyjuice Swap 2024]: The One Where Alsius and Lilith Are sort of Friends

(thank you @lil-grem-draws for being the mad genius behind this very special event

Disclaimer: No Espresso Beans were involved (this time)

Logically, Montrose knew he was simply wearing a different face. Logically. 

The night felt almost felt like a bit of a masquerade, and lucky for him he had the good fortune of drawing a pretty good mask to wear. After throwing back the frothy polyjuice potion, Andrew was pleased to find none other than @ask-alsius-vafer's fine bone structure staring right back at him.

His usual deep blue eyes were now much more piercing and lighter, his features were sharper, and Montrose's golden blonde had transformed to a neary white blonde. He nodded in approval.

Handsome bastard.

It was an odd feeling, but perhaps a few hours of not being himself would do him some good. A fake sort of freedom. But besides being handsome, Als's face was also a trusted one, being one of the most talented healers training in the hospital wing. Maybe he could use it to his advantage.

And maybe he could see if he could get Will to play Doctor with him later. He couldn't wait to see if his Fox would be able to tell who he really was. Will always did have such great ideas when it came to these types of events....Montrose just hoped he could make it through the night without anyone actually needing medical assistance from him. His hands were talented, but not in that way.

As "Als" walks into the Great Hall, there are several people already passing him far more friendly smiles than usual. At first, Montrose had to fight the urge to demand to know what they were looking at, but then again….he was Alsius. So Monty tried smiling back, even if it felt somewhat weird on "his" face. Did Als even smile when not around Felix? Montrose was probably biased considering his first introduction to his fellow Ravenclaw was when he was teasing their mutual friend about...erm...belts.

Finally, a familiar face distracted him. "Als" spots Lilith over by the stained glass windows, and what better test to see if he could pass for someone else than to approach the no nonsense witch? Lilith had certainly been able to see through him before, but she had no bread this time!

As he approached, he couldn't help but notice she did seem slightly preoccupied. Lilith was too busy shifting this way and that as if trying to get a better view of her thighs…. she didn't even notice "Als's" appraoch.

“Lilith, are you alright?” 

Her head snapped up, an odd noise squeaking out of her as if she had just been caught doing something she shouldn’t. 

“Yes, I'm all thighs! I mean yes, alright. I’m alright!”

Montrose wasn’t sure what to be more concerned about, how flustered Lilith looked at the moment….or the uncharacteristic blush on her face. Never the less, Lilith finally seemed to remember who she was talking to before straightening her shoulders.

“Oh, Alsius. Good to zee you. Hope your hospital ving has recovered nicely from my beans. I’ll try not to accidentally send anyone else your way tonight! ” 

Monty’s mind struggled to find any concept of what on earth she was referencing, but it was hard to tell what she was even saying through what seemed like a poor imitation of a Russian accent. 

Before he could put two and two together, Lilith punched his arm in what might have been a playful attempt, but had Montrose rubbing the sore arm that was slightly slimmer than he was used to. 

“Ow!” 

Lilith's eyes went immediately wide in panic, accent completely gone

“Oh hell - I didn’t mean to.. Are you okay?!”  Als's face just reflected a very, very raised eyebrow. Monty knew Lilith’s particular brand of tough love, and this wasn't it.

“I’m fine, Lilith." "Als" didn't bother to hide the the accusatory tone he used while saying her name. "How very nice of you to ask...." Maybe it was something in the way he had let the sarcasm sneak back into his voice, but all of a sudden Lilith’s own eyes narrowed in return.  

“Montrose?!” Lilith hissed incredulously, and he had certainly heard a certain witch say his name said that way before. 

“Theo?!”

At his response, “Lilith”  was quickly hooking her arm around his neck and yanking him into the corner hurriedly,

“SHHH not so loud!!! I don’t know if the others know yet. You got Alsius? Really? Of all the people....don't do anything stupid. People actually like him."

"Als" gave "Lilith" a dirty look before continuing with pure sarcasm, “Oh, sure. Why not!! I'll promise to behave if you can stop staring at your own thighs for one second, you’re not exactly doing a great job as passing as Lilith either.” He pointed out, effectively offended. 

Theo used the newfound strength she had in Lilith's body to bop Montrose a little harder on top of his head. “Noted.”

She gritted between her teeth, before rolling her eyes and looking around the room. “I….I haven’t seen where “I” am tonight yet….have you seen any sign of me? I’m starting to get worried….” 

"Als" shook his slightly throbbing head, “Not yet. Maybe they decided to hide in the bathroom once they found out who they were transforming into.”  He teased cooly, and "Lilith" hit him again. 

“Okay!" He hissed, "...Merlin, it’s one thing when it’s you….but Lilith’s punches hurt.” 

"Lilith" crossed her arms stubbornly, “Aren’t you a healer, Als? You’ll be fine.” 

Montrose grumbled, he was wasting precious time bickering with Theo/Lilith and had to find Will and the others. He had a lot of people to sing his own praises to tonight, after all. 

“Your concern is touching, as always. If I happen to see “you” show up, I’ll send them your way. Now, excuse me…Als has some compliments he wants to share about …well, me. Who wouldn’t trust this face, after all?” 

“Lilith” rolled her eyes again, declining to respond and deciding there was no need to put Montrose in his place for a third time. Someone else would surely take care of that for her this evening. If only she had some wet bread to smack him with to truly do her current body justice. 

For now, Theo just waited anxiously as she peered into the crowd of hundreds of faces except her own. It was going to be fine, right….???? 

“Als” left “Lilith” to her own devices, turning only to find @adallegra right by the snack table. Oddly enough, she seemed to be very preoccupied with admiring the cream on the cupcakes. “Als” shrugged, deeming it as good of a time as any to approach her. 

“Allegra, how good to see you! I’ve been meaning to find you. Did you hear what an impressive job Andrew Montrose did the other day during Defense Against the Dark Arts class? With that, and his proficiency in arithmancy ... surely he’s going to make a wonderful curse breaker…don’t you think?” 

It wasn’t until he was done flattering himself that he noticed “Allegra” still seemed more preoccupied with looking at the dairy products on the table, rather than her usual response of pointing out several areas in which Montrose could improve, or correcting him in any fashion. 

In fact, she hadn’t negated a single point he had made, which felt oddly disappointing. 

Unless it wasn’t really Allegra. Perhaps….the polyjuice potion was going to make things trickier than he thought.

With that realization, Montrose decided it was officially time to go and find @ask-elland-n-willl. Hopefully, his fox was having better luck with the potion than he was this evening….

[memoria-99]

First impressions on the names in WH

Elias: Looks like a Christian

Luca: Vocaloid Luka

Yukiya: Snow? Is he Japanese?

Klaus: Santa Claus

Randy: Somehow rhymes with candy

Azusa: Another Japanese style name

Joel:

Vincent: Van Gogh

Leon: He doesn't look like lion

Cerim: Never heard of that name

Guy: Ofc he's not a girl

Glenn:

Leslie: Never seen a boy using this name

Sigurd: How should I pronounce sig part?

Mel: On

Zeus: Greek god crazy for women

Hiro: Hero

Alfonse: Daudet

Caesar: Where's Cleopatra

Lucious: Malfoy?

Hugo: The author of Les Miserables

Hisoka: Pedophilia clown

Rembrandt: Painter

Nox: Greek goddess of night

Rex: Dinosaur or rabbit

Gray: What a half-hearted naming

Ted: Teddy bear

Lars: Mars

Clive: Olive

Florin: Floor in

Albert: Camus

Light: Opposite of dark or heavy?

Felix: Pretty name

Vain: All went in vain

Viggo: Vigorously

Randolph: I'm more familiar with Rudolph

Schuyler: Sky Lurr

Merculova: Is he Russian?

Zett: Z

Eress: Pretty

Brunhild: Isn't that the woman from some myth

Taffy: Candy

Ronny: Weasley?

Chica: Brushing teeth

Mischa: Karamazov brothers

Fandamilla: "Fan"damilla

Scherazade: Arabian Nights

Lulu, Belle: Disney character Lulubelle

Kureha: Sounds strong