#//we girlies with sharp objects

[wickedlehane]

MUSE VS MUN

tagged by: @chasingtitans tagging: [you cuties!!!]

[pokespe-rainbow]

Any Tmnt Iteration x Spiderman!Reader: Requiring Help

Masterlist | Previous | Next

Warning: Medical Innecurencies of Seizures and Electrocution

"Burne Thompson reporting from Channel Six. Once again that Spider Menace attacks once again!" - the a-word you call your Boss slams his closed fist against the desk table ok the TV - "They and their accomplice, Electro, as this vandal calls himself, completely wrecked Times Square Plaza in a clearly terrorist attack" - he announce, and on the other side of the screen, Michelangelo gasped

"What a bitch!" - he muttered, but a flying object slamed against the side of his head and throw him backwards. Mikey get up hissing in pain and looked, next to his head… A slipper..

"Michelangelo" - came Splinter's voice - "What I've told you always?"

"Eeehh…. Stop playing videogames and go cleaning my bedroom?" - he said in a doubitative tone

"The other thing…"

"Not skating on the lair"

Splinter looked done - "The other other thing…"

"If you planned to do harm, do lots of harm?"

Splinter looked at Michelangelo with a blank expression - "Michelangelo, you concern me"

Mikey was about to ask what his father was talking about but the voice of April's Boss came to distract him.

"Let's pass this report to our star reporter Vernon Fenwik" - the screen is divided between April's Boss and than annoying guy April come to complain about - "Talk to us Vern"

"Here, Vernon Fenwik reporting from Channel Six." - Vernon was now in full control of the narrative, behind of him, the lights of the police cars illuminated the scene - "As you can appreciate, is just the mutual effort of our police department plus the quick action of the Earth Protection Force to be the ones that put civilians in safety and aprehend [S/n]'s accomplice"

The camera now focused on the EPF group, they have Electro, with his ridiculous green and yellow suit that make him look like a Christmas tree, with wierd looking handcuffs that tied his hands behind his back, being placed on the back of the truck.

"As for the main perpetrator, [S/n], has still escaped policial persecution, now, roaming free on New York streets we don't know —AAAH!" - Vernon let out a girly scream as a buck of [Your suit color] paint was thrown at him

"Screw Channel Six! [S/n] Forever!" - a middle schooler screamed, snatching the camera from the camera man and then running away

The last image was the blurry persecution from the camera point of view behind the teens arm. Returning to Channel Six Burne Thompson had a shocked expression before looking at the camera.

"Let's… Let's get going with the weather report from Irma Langstent. "

Mikey let out a cackling as he turned off the TV.

"Oh God, [S/n] has to see this" - he snickered, taking out his T-Phone

You were registered as Web-Slinger

Mikey waited five tones before the other side picked up the phone - "Mmhhh… Mikey?" - panted [S/n] form the other side of the line - "Friendly Neighbor [S/n] wheeze Not so ready to fight crime. I won't be coming outside during electric stoms for a while. "

"Oh, it's okay to fear things! Like Raph's scared of bugs, Leo's somehow scared of gummybears on pizza, and Donnie is scared of letting Leo near the toaster!"

"…. I got electrocuted, Mikey" - You said after a small pause

"……….. Oh…." - muttered Mikey after a while - "Wait… Is that a bad thing?"

"I'll get over it…" - you take another sharp inhale from the other side of the line - "I guess I'm a little… static right now,"

"Oh God, that was bad" - laughed Mikey. You let a small laugh from the other side of the line - "Leo's puns level of bad"

"Lower your voice. He might hear you." - you joked

"No, he won't. They got out on a mission and let me out. Donnie says I'm still recovering, but it has been two weeks! I'm going to be as old as Master Splinter when they let me out of here!"

"He definitely can hear EVERYTHING. He's like Beetlejuice! Say his name three times, and he'll show up. "

There was the sound of an explosion from your side of the phone - "What was that?"

"Something go Boom, so I'm going to investigate, talk to you later" - there was a noise, and the call ended abruptly

Where did his brotherssaid they where going to be?

Smoke arise and pink lasers were blasted from all the directions. Three turtle brothers hide behind a wall as trying to avoid the Kraang droids.

"Great Job Fearless Leader!" - screamed Raphael, stabbing a near Kraang droid on the neck area, taking down the robot - "This was definitely not a trap!"

"We won't be in this situation if SOMEONE DIDN'T ACTIVATE THE ALARM! Ring A Bell!?" - Leonardo slashed through another Kraang droid - "How's that going, Donnie?"

"We can't trust on the sprinkles on working" - grunted Donnie, trying to connect to cables to a dispositive without results

Leonardo checked his surroundings for a way out. This storage was a lead April gave them, and despite they found some mutagen canisters, they were caught by surprise on the last minute. One thing taken to the other and Raphael in his impulsivity had jumped straight into the problem.

Fuck

A familiar twip sound called Leo's attention and three Kraang droids were tossed aside as a familiar arachnid hero hanged upside down in front of them.

"Do you need a hand? Or eight?" - they joked. They joked! In a tense moment like this! - "Just kidding, I don't have extra limbs"

Leo could be frustrated by the lack of care [S/n] was showing, but he'll be a fat lier if he say he didn't let out a sigh of relief when they entered the scene.

The kind of person that could suplex a giant lizard without care in the world

[S/n] almost seemed to give a small smile by the way the lenses on the mask squinted at them, but suddenly they where tense, and with a fluid move a web was shoot from their wrist and yanked, the droid came close and then there was an arm going through the droid's chest. It stopped glowing pink and let out his charge.

That seemed to catch them off guard

"Oh fuck! A Xenomorph!" - they squealed and threw the droid across the room without effort, charge and everything - "Donnie, I'm melting?"

"Doesn't had acid blood, so no" - Said Donnie, kind of tired. How many tiems they've asked him the same question?

[S/n] avoided an upcoming laser to their head by moving slightly and Leo cursed under his breath before yanking them to the safety of their coverage.

"How are you even here in the first place?" - he asked/whispered

"If you didn't notice, half this building's on fire" - and then [S/n] had the audacity of bopping him on the snout…

THEY.BOOP.HIS.SNOUT!

"Who are the Terminators anyway?" - they slowly crawled upwards, jjat slightly above Leo

"You know" - answered Raphael, smacking another droid with his twin sais - "Your stereotypical alien species that wants to invade Earth. And the ones that had been mutating everything around here"

"….Cool" - they squinted their eyes - "When you we're gonna tell me about the alien invasion thing?" - they looked at Leo, practically batting their eyelashes with an innocent voice

"We got it handled" - Leo huffed, slightly hiding his head in his shell

"Yo' ass you mean" - They didn't stop looking at Leo as another 'twip' sound, and a droid was on the floor

You're pretty sure you could handle these guys any day or night, but right now, you didn't feel conditioned to heavy exercising.

Note for you, manage a supervillian per time.

"Got it!" - Exclaimed Donatello, connecting a blue and red cables together

The sprinklers activated and artificial rain started pouring into the building, the fire quickly being turned off. You looked at your hands, the electric current was out long time ago, so you'll be fine. Maybe. Probably.

You escaled through the ceiling without being noticed by the droids, Raphael shuddered a little. It was like that creepy girl with the dress from that random horror movie Mikey made them watch in late night. No, he wasn't scared. Two hand signals and more droids were put off the game, now trapped on the roof.

Raphael yeeted one of his sais to the things head, ripping it off and making the surprise toy scramble on the floor and try to escape with their pathetic limbs at an annoying slow rithm, while screaming bloody murder. Please, Leo, let him eliminate that thing.

Luckily for him, a web was shot to the thing, covering his mouth and trapping it on the spot.

"I think that was the last one" - you said, still attached to the roof

"Good, let's finish this, quickly" - Leo ordered, and Raphael rolled his eyes. What a Splinter Junior.

You shrugged and let yourself drop like a dead weight before landing on your feet.

You could really use a break right now.

You looked over your hand, feeling a small tremor and your arm feel gobbly.

Nerve damage? How? Why are you feeling the effects now?

You tried to keep a firm grip on the canister but seemed that your muscles were failing you in that exact moment. You looked around to see if someone got to see you struggle. You didn't know if it was a good or a bad thing that no one seemed to pay you attention.

Deep breaths

It's okay

Don't panic

Don't panic

It's your body

You look up at the turtles, Donatello seemingly putting a weird piece of technology of one of the boxes.

"…on" - You try to call, but your voice cames small, almost invisible - "… aph…"

You start to feel desperate as no one seems to pay attention to you. You could feel about to cry out of frustration. Maybe you should've done something about the electrocution.

"…. Leo…" - You called - "… Hel…."

The leader in blue furrows his unexistential eyebrows at the sound of someone calling him. He looks around, and none of his brothers were looking at him. He almost dismissed it when someone called him again.

Then he looks at you, Leo jas to blink a few times to notice the spasm that come through your arms and your slumped posture.

"So…. Are you guys from Jersey…?"

"[S/n]?" - he asks, take a small step to your direction - "Are you okay….?"

You were okay just a few minutes ago… Did something happen….?

You remained in silence, unfocused eyes behind your mask and looking at the void. Unmoving. And then the last tread that was holding you was suddenly cut off, and you come down like a house of cards.

Leo let out a strangled scream when you fall forward. He barely managed to catch your head before it hit the floor, he couldn't day the same for the rest of your body.

The commotion made the remaining brothers turn around to find Leo, not knowing what exactly to do to your fainted form and the spasm that occurred to your body.

"Donnie!?" - called Leo, not exactly keeping it cool

Donnie had run next to Leo's side, analyzing whatevers wrong with you in mere seconds, gasping when realizing what was happening and quickly taking you from Leo and rolling you over your back and turning you to the side.

"Donnie!? What's happening!?" - Raphael being the only one standing up put both hands over his head not knowing what was happening or what to do

"They're having a seizure!" - he screamed, then turned to look at you - "I'll need to take them to the medbay to see what's wrong"

"Can't you stop this now!?" - Raphael was now genuinely panicking, moving in circles on the same spot

"You can't try and stop a seizure! That's now vow it works!" - Screamed Donnie back, Leo didn't seemed to snap from his trance - "Leo?"

Leo took a sharp breath as he was taken back to the land of living. He just nodded and remained in silence.

What would Splinter do?

Clear your mind, don't panic. There should be a solution out there.

"How long will it last?" - he asked, didn't liking how his voice sounded

"Mere seconds or several minutes, it depends" - said Donnie, with a hand on your back as your spasms continued - "They'll probably be a little disoriented, so don't push them"

Tense minutes passed, and the spasms that traveled down your body slowly ceased, and they practically exhaled a common sigh of relief.

"[S/n], can you hear me?" - asked Donnie

Raphael was about to say something, but the sound of sirens out everyone in alert.

"Fuck" - grunted Raphael as Donnie froze on his place while trying to lift you

"Can we move them?" - asked Leo, looking around for an exit

"Not recomendable, but in this case…" - started Donnie, only to be interrupted when Leo put one of your arms around his neck and make a lever movement to carry you - "Or you can you just that"

"Let's go" - Leo make a move to put you in a more comfortable position

You were joking around and laughing just a moment ago…

How did things turn out so bad…?

[admiral-mason]

Ultra-Impact Part 4

Idea based on @valeriele3's Live Stream post

0-3 0-4 << YOU ARE HERE 0-5

PRELUDE /// FOURTH CLAIR DE ÉTOILES

TWO SUPREME MACHINES INFORM YOU OF THE CURRENT SITUATION.

You turned your body to face the red V-model machine, looking as if they had never fought V1 in the first place. Holding out its Knuckleblaster, V2 gestured to you for a handshake and you accepted it, feeling its three slightly sharp fingers in the process.

"You're here too?" You asked the robot as you finished up your handshake. "Indeed so. And it appears that I have the glory of the first of being able to talk with the godfather of this world."

V2's voice possessed a deep tone stronger than Capitano's voice you heard in the 5.1 Update's cutscenes on YouTube. They- or rather he- sounded cold and calculating, almost akin to a mafia boss or skilled hitman.

(A/N: V2's voice, in this case, sounds like the security units from The Callisto Protocol; the voice in question is Type 1 in the video.)

V1 then walked over to you two and the blue war robot pointed a middle finger at the red peacekeeping robot with its right arm while having its left arm on its hips.

"Hey, it's not my problem that the terminal procured my voice box faster than yours." V2 then looked towards the terminal before walking up to it. You followed closely out of curiosity. "Speaking of that, are you done procuring V1's voice box?"

The terminal's screen displayed a singular word: "YES." Meanwhile, you could see your Twitch chat fill up with messages on V2.

quantoom: Bro V1 and now V2??

johnifer donated $20.00 "OH MY GOD IT'S V2 AWOOGAH ARF ARFARFARF BARKBARKBARKBARKRBARKABRKABRAKR"

Mike: wtf

feetusdeletussthenyeetus donated $33.00 "Calm down bitch."

johnifer donated $69.00 "nuh uh"

feetusdeletussthenyeetus donated $69.00 "yuh huh"

NaviaLover291: Holy shot!

benjaminfan: do we just let them fight or

3929: Just lettem fight lmfao

As the two donators kept fighting with their wallets, V2's right arm suddenly had an object materialize in his left hand as his arm moved back into its original position. The object in question had a box-like shape with a speaker and some widgets and tidbits on its sides- it's likely V1's voice box, considering the "01" on the top of it.

You were kinda spooked out by this but didn't bother questioning it.

(A/N: this refers to how when you buy a weapon in Ultrakill, it kinda just materializes in your hand with no explanation; obviously this is simply for gameplay but my story does utilize some gameplay tidbits lmfao)

V2 then walked over to V1, whose animated movements made it feel giddy. The red machine then proceeded to place (it looked like a slap though with how the way the V-models place items) the voice box on V1's torso. The box disappeared with no trace of it but as usual, you didn't question it.

"Ah. Aaaah."

Now this had you raising an eyebrow because V1 picked a female's voice instead of the Microsoft SAM voice you've heard in all the videos.

(A/N: I imagine V1's voice sounds like this.)

(A/N: Do not question why the fuck I chose that in particular or I will eat all of your cookies)

"Oh, uh, hello, godfather! I can verbally communicate with you now!" V1 said, striding it- herself over to you. "And before you ask 'I thought your voice would be Microsoft SAM,' I'm a robot with no voice by default and as such there is nothing wrong with me being a girly girl~!"

You just stared at her with a blank expression. "O...kaaay, V1. It's just different, that's all."

"Any problems with that?"

"Nope."

"Alright cool!"

V2 then looked at the both of you. "Alright. Since our dear godfather just recently arrived, let me catch you up." He then looked at the terminal and pointed to it. "See that terminal over there? It tried warning you on that neck section of that 1000-THR Earthmover in Hell's Violence layer. To not touch the lands ruled by the seven gods... or what you know as Teyvat."

V2 then looked down. "As much as I would blame your curiosity, you would only have delayed the inevitable. I won't sugarcoat it: Hell is controlling Teyvat and its people in an attempt to kill you."

Your expression grew mortified, bewildered, and lost simultaneously. "Whoa whoa wait what?? Hell itself took over fucking Genshin??"

He looked back up at you, radiating serious yet somber energy despite his camera head only granting so much expression. "Unfortunately so. When you made your way to Teyvat, you inadvertently opened a backdoor for Hell to enter. It took over under the guise of those 'SAGAU Impostor AUs' on that Tumblr section or something."

"...Is that why all those Knights of Favonius have red eyes?" V2 nodded. "They're being utilized as puppets; just like the Mannequins. With little to no control, they're forced to simply attack anything they see."

Hearing all this left you with a question: "But why me? I mean, not to be self-degrading, but I'm just a dumbass who plays games on a camera for a buncha people!"

The machine's next words somehow ended up just as, if not more mortifying than his last ones. "True. But that's not Hell's plan. See, once you die, you'll be dead in the real world. And the organism of suffering will utilize your computer to attempt to manifest itself into the real world."

"But that's not gonna happen!" V1 interjected, her voice still chippy as her previous sentence. "You got not one, but two supreme machines perfectly capable of taking on the entirety of Hell here to help you out of this shitfest. I still have my arsenal, and I helped V2 gain equivalent weapons thanks to that terminal that tried to warn you. And that brings us to your arsenal!"

She then dragged you to the terminal before selecting a gun icon in the top left corner, which pulled up a tab titled "WEAPONS." It was like Ultrakill's weapon screen, currently only with the revolvers. Except, you noticed that the revolvers were different from the base game.

Your default revolver- or better said revolvers- were the Dual Wield revolvers. Their icon was two blue revolvers, one placed upon the other. They costed zero points to buy, so you decided to click on them.

(A/N: Look here and set the video to 0:43 seconds and then peek at the bottom left corner)

Suddenly, your arms briefly clipped downwards before two revolvers appeared in your hands and you cautiously looked at them. They both resembled the Piercer Revolver, but this time, they had what looked to be a "12" in the display section where the battery should be.

A tutorial box then popped up in your vision.

DUAL REVOLVERS: CHOOSE TO ATTACK A SINGULAR TARGET OR TWO TARGETS SIMULTANEOUSLY. LIMITED AMMO; SHOOT WISELY.

This meant that the display was likely for ammo.

"Ooh! You got double the firepower!" V1 excitedly said, already peeking at your revolvers. "Now can I have my Sharpshooter revolver back now?" You remembered that you still had it in your pocket and you nodded. V1 took her revolver from your pocket before saying a quick "thank you~!"

V2 looked at your new weapons and nodded. "You do indeed, godfather. Perhaps we should teach you some-" Suddenly, the sky flashed a bloody red and he stopped speaking.

"Shit... it seems that Hell finally caught up to us." He then walked up to the terminal and pushed a hidden button on its left side; this output a device akin to a phone and shut the terminal down. V2 grabbed it and hastily put it in your pocket.

"I'll explain later, godfather! Follow us!" You followed the two machines out of the forest, but once you did so...

...the three of you were met with a large force of fleshy figures in the distance. "It's sending husks after us..." V1 remarked. "Well, godfather, I hope you're ready for a true trial by fire, because I SURE AM CRAVING SOME BLOOD RIGHT NOW!"

You simply stared at the army of sinners as you held up your revolvers, still a little panicked. However, upon seeing V1 and V2 prepare for combat, you decided that at that moment, if Hell wanted to kill you, it would not do so without a fight.

Taglist: @valeriele3, @bunniotomia, @feetusdeletussthenyeetus, @quantoom

[goticoamericano-archived]

twin peaks: fire walk with me / american gothic / sharp objects / the murdered house / mumsy, nanny, sonny and girly! / we have always lived in the castle

[narcissarina]

Darkened Desires

Prologue and Chapter 1: The sun || Chapter 2: The moon || Chapter 3: The moon || Chapter 4: The sun || Chapter 5: The sun || Chapter 6: The moon || Chapter 7: The moon || Chapter 8: The sun

Pairings: Mafia!Scaramouche × Barista!Reader

Word count: 1,104

Tw: praise kink, degradation, kidnapping, tourture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, gore, deaths, age-gap, corruption, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, mentions of human trafficking on the near chapters, slowburn.

Warning: This fanfiction may contain kidnapping, torture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, age-gap, corruption, vigilante Scaramouche, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, and more. This fiction will continue grow darker as chapters goes by.

Your mental health matters.

CHAPTER 9:

THE SUN

We got back in silence, he dropped me off—saying that he still has some unfinished business he left back to his office. I just nodded and went to my home.

It was refreshing to be alone for now, changing to my comfy wear as I flop in my bed, I mutter to myself that why is he a mafia and his step-mom—who he held in high regard an agent.

Was she aware of this? If so, why didn’t she stop his son on becoming a dangerous fellow?

This questions swirl in my head and eventually made me fall in deep slumber. My whole body felt tired and my mind exhausted. I hope he stays safe, it made it much clearer that he saves women and children from danger but what puzzles me is why did he pursue being a mafia instead of becoming an agent like his step-mom.

My eyes began to feel heavy, yawning as I roll over—snatched and hugged pillow, wrapping my body with my favorite blanket as I let myself fall in deep slumber.

I had a dream, in my dream. I’m walking in a field of flowers, I picked up a rose and someone trim the thorns of that rose, we were happy—hands together as he danced with me in a field of tulips. He’s gentle, loving and giving, he has a smile that would make me smile too. I can’t hear his voice when he speaks but I understood anyway.

My dream felt real and so vivid, I want to see his face but I couldn’t. I held out a hand and caress his cheeks, he leans to my palm and kisses it.

“I want to see you.”

“You already saw me.”

What he said shock me, but I felt happy—my stomach and heart felt fuzzy and warm.

“I found you?”

“You found me.”

I laugh and hugged him, I could feel his warm hands at my back and gave me a kiss on my temple. Now, I felt sleepy again. My eyes flittering shut as I fell in a deep slumber again.

“… yes…”

My ears were ringing.

“… I got…. Her… y…”

Someone’s talking, my head felt heavy. I felt déjà vu.

“Sir, she’s awake.” Someone said beside me, I felt a sharp object being pulled out from my shoulder.

Opening my eyes was already painful enough as I see someone blind me with a flashing light, squeezing my eyes shut as I groan from the light.

Hissing as I pull my legs up to my chest, I hear a clunk from my ankle—opening my eyes to see, I am chained.

Someone chuckled and I heard they put down their call and their heels click, their footstep approaching me. My vision still a blur, trying to focus my sight. I got a glimpse of that person towering me.

It was that ginger guy,

My throat is too dry but I manage to utter his name, “Ajax?”

He chuckle and pat my head, “hey there, girlie. I hope you had a wonderful dream,” he said with a smile, “before my boys take you away, they said you were snoring it all away.”

I tilt my head, my ears still ringing then fading away.

“oh, does your head hurts?” he spoke with concern, I nod and softly groan from my headache, “if they knew you’re a deep sleeper then they wouldn’t have to drug you, but I guess that’s also my fault.” He gave a weak laugh and kneel down to my level.

“I hope you don’t mind being kept here, you know.” He shrug and clasp his hands together, his knees on the ground and using his ankle to support his rear, “Since, Scara wouldn’t give in and take his mission seriously ever since he met you, you know?”

How much does this man kept on yapping?

All I heard that they’re on a deal with this woman name, or what he called the Tsarista, I squint and hiss as my ears kept on ringing then fading.

“You know, you don’t have to worry being starved. You’ll get food, I’m not that cruel to starve his sunshine, now do I?” he chuckle and boops my nose, “I’m curious too if he’ll go lengths to find you.” He stood and brush off some dust on his knees then tidy his sleeves.

“oh yeah, there’s no spare room. Don’t mind the dead bodies that will be put and rot here.” He added before turning his back at me, my throat felt dry and he saw that—mentioning to one of his men to fetch me water and get me my needs before leaving me in this dimly lit room.

The chain clunk as I move to stretch my legs and feel the coldness of the wall and floor.

What the hell did I do to deserve to be treated like this?

If he ever noticed something was wrong, I hope he notice quickly.

I want home.

Get me home.

Please…

I woke up from hunger, the ringing from my ear finally stopped.

I groan and look at my surroundings, nothing but darkness and emptiness. I stood and crack and stretch my muscle and bones, I step into something but I didn’t step too hard that it’ll break. Looking down, I see a small remote with only one button.

I picked it up and sat down again, analyzing and flipping the remote then clicked the button.

Minutes passed and I hear the door click and open, I saw a man in his tux holding a tray filled with food and something to drink, milktea and water. I tilt in confusion as he sets down the tray and left the room, without thinking much I chug down to the tray filled with goodies—trying to have my fill and to have my stomach stop growling from hunger.

I felt full, I think to myself that maybe this remote—every time I press its button, one of his men will come get me food every time I feel hungry or something.

“Maybe he wasn’t really kidding on not to have to worry about me being starved.” I mutter to myself and continue munching on my food.

It felt nice, my stomach felt warm and I love having my fill.

But I don’t like being kept in the dark, I don’t like the dark.

It’s not warm like the sun hitting my skin, it’s not the sunlight hugging me—instead it’s the darkness in this room, I have no one to keep me company here.

I hope he comes to get me soon…

Link:

Chapter 10: The outsider

[xxfrankiesteinksxx]

small details in the dnpc video no one is mentioning

okay, look, i'm gonna admit it, i'm a game/film theory girly and a whore for lore, so i pick at details i shouldn't be picking at, so here's some things i see in the video that i don't see being mentioned in theories/analyses. also keep in mind my brain consists of a single cell encapsulated in aspic (i know what the actual deeper meaning is this is just a bit of fun for me)

the thing underneath the piano - the camera falls off the piano in one scene and something (i still cant figure out what exactly it might be) is visible, oddly clear-looking for something underneath a broken piano in shoddy lighting (actually looking at it again it might be a corpse, is it possibly phil's old body?)

dan telling phil not to film him drawing the sigils but phil still filming - you might be able to also throw in the part where phil screams "NO" when the camera's on him sitting in the corner; they don't seem to want things to be filmed but it feels like they're obligated to record everything to some extent

phil's very explicit control over dan - this is to the point where he even has to tell dan what and what isn't food, and takes away water privileges for some reason (btw this is your reminder to drink some water) and overall very demanding tone when instructing him

SOFT AND NEAT - there's a lot of reinforcement of this, its clearly a joke but i'm overanalytical and will blatantly ignore this. there's heavy hesitation with any sharp object around them (when dan has to cut his hand, kill phil, take out phil's heart, mentioning razor blades when using the shaving foam)

dan still primarily uses his left hand - people have mentioned how he's been "fixed" but him using his right hand seems to be performative since he pours most things, mixes with his left hand, and even primarily uses his left hand to spread the blood (plus he never sacrificed himself unlike phil who seems to have died in potato stamps and been resurrected with perfect vision) there's also old superstitions that being left-handed means you're somehow cursed by/connected to satan, speaking of which...

dan has a much better connection and the ability to communicate directly with Him - he seems to be a conduit, possibly being used by phil to properly perform anything (which also probably helped with his resurrection and eyesight improvement), he has uncontrollable actions from time to time

the sigils themselves - what do they all mean? what could they mean in a bigger, symbolic context? anyone that understands them pls explain to my aspic brain

the entire place fucking burns down after the ritual is complete and they're embraced by Him - it's clear at least to me that the shed is set on fire at the end of the video, cutting off further possible footage

dan doesn't put blood on phil's forehead during the ritual - might've just been a slipup during filming but we also dont see the blood dan put on his own forehead once he arrives and theyre all standing up in the pentagram

also just a couple fun facts:

the number on the case file when converted to corresponding letters of the alphabet spell out "satan"

what dan says in his reversed clip is just "thanks!", nothing is really said in the reversed clip of phil opening the shed door its juts kinda a random noise someone made

Aaaaand some misc nonsense crackpot theories/ideas/thoughts/brain vomit that my brain keeps me awake at night with (optional reading):

if the demon taking them at the end is actually baphomet and not just some generalized idea of satan, then "mother" could be another way to refer to "him" since baphomet is portrayed as having both female and male characteristics (bobs n pennies)

personally this is scarier/more unnerving than the actual blair witch project for some reason

my bathroom sink is the one sink you cant ship

i want a dapc for those dolls they hung everywhere

is cataloguing all of the ritual setup part of the craft channel's purpose?

what was the reason for summoning him? did they bring him to our plane of existence to just let him absorb these two brink-of-twinks and then use their gay power to torment the straights?

oh that rope is just his belt thing not rope tying dip and pip together

i think this is a good wrap-up idk what they could do in a part 5 to conclude things better

[ladyhindsight]

something ive noticed while reading the mortal instruments is an annoying trope that happens lots in ya fantasy: the "strong female protagonist" (clary) who's never more powerful than her boyfriend (jace). its just so annoyingggg

Clare does it covertly (or “covertly”). On paper, Clary’s powers and abilities are greater than Jace’s. Jace is physically and physiologically superior Shadowhunter, but Clary can utilize somewhat powerful magic in ways others cannot. Yet narrative-wise Jace is the best, the most graceful, the most amazing thing ever to happen to the Nephilim, while Clary talks down on herself, compares herself constantly to Jace and how clumsy she is in comparison (not mentioning the fact that Jace has trained his whole life while she has just begun, at least in terms of books 1-3). How Jace’s hair looks better and she is disheveled while taking a tumble down a hill et cetera. Nobody hypes up Clary like the writing has everyone hyping up Jace, friends and foes alike.   

Emma is the best Shadowhunter of her generation—though I feel like they are all the same generation, lol—and has a legendary weapon to up her abilities. Yet Emma’s Jace-level skills don’t really matter in terms of the story and add nothing to anything. She could be completely average and the story doesn’t necessarily change (compare to Jace whose powers help him in battles and escape actual dire situations), because most of what Emma is as a Shadowhunter is tied to her ownership of Cortana. Julian, however, is such a badass schemer, such a wannabe Petyr Baelish, so ruthless and thus so amazing, and it is for him that the story kicks forward on occasion. It’s him that creates Livia’s Watch, he who schemes to keep his family together, he who knows how to play the Clave’s games. I am surprised again why Emma is the protagonist at all.

All of this aligns with the similar theme where the heroine is not really the protagonist rather than the observer of the amazingness of the male protagonist. Which is excruciatingly obvious especially with Clary/Jace and Emma/Julian.

Tessa has a power of shapeshifting, she is Nephilim and warlock—though I still don’t really know can she cast proper spells?—she even harnesses the power of an angel at the end of it all, yet we keep mourning the difficult life of Will Herondale who isn’t even that impressive a Shadowhunter. James does not count because he is a stale bread and as sharp as a marble ball, so having Cordelia up him as a protagonist doesn’t require much. Though, again much of her is tied to the ownership of Cortana because names and objects carry more weight and meaning than the actual character and content in Clare’s writing.

So yes, on paper these girlies are badasses and thus it’s easy for Clare to deflect the criticism on the subject, very similarly as she has done with Jace all these years. She just seems to forget that concepts are all fine and dandy but mean nothing if they don’t matter in terms of the narrative you create. Like, Clary can be as powerful as you make her but when you treat her as lesser, what do her powers then matter.

[jaimeslanisters]

Me reading hotd fics:

Aemond falls in love...

Here we go

With Visenya/Aemma

Wow the originality😑

His niece. A bastard, Daemon or Harwin's bastard(never a daughter of Laenor eh but if that's the case, Nyra hates her so her daughter is gonna be a team green girlie)

Then they hate each other for three chapters, then they get into it in the next then of course he's gonna betray his own family to get laid🥱

Lady Lannister

Hmm that's new

Daughter of the mighty Joanna and Jason Lannister,as soon as she steps in KL, she befriends Helaena and wants to marry Aemond

I'm hooked.

They've been oblivious for their feelings for years but they are extremely political savy and unhinged for each other

Also Aemond kills for her honour and LL wants him to belong to him, also she sends her sister Cerelle to Cregan's arms(when they will appear I'M GONNA SCREAM

They haven't kissed

It's been 84 years

Viserys and Daemon aren't whitewashed by the narrative and authour aknowledeges they aren't good fathers, nor good men,they are preying into younger girls(Nyra and Ali)

LL, Baela and Rhaena will become besties

NICE

LL is pulling Rhaenys into the green's side

YES QUEEN.

Lannister Family being wholesome

LL is a lady with a sharp tounge, she's aware of her position as woman and wife at the eyes of Westeros, but that doesn't make her any less

Also Tywin, the most brutal and proud men of the entire Westeros, has come to respect her

ur asks literally ALWAYSSSSS make my day ily ily 😭😭😭

thank you so much!!!! pawn definitely spawned from a desire for something different than the normal fare 🤧 i spent like two days reading aemond fics and while there definitely were some bangers, the vast majority were the typical “rhaenyra’s daughter loves aemond so much he betrays his entire family for her” which…… is so far off base for aemond like…. don’t slander my man like that.

i saw a lot of female mcs where she’s #NotLikeOtherGirls and is like an amazing fighter that would put jaime lannister to shame and hates typically feminine hobbies which isn’t objectively awful but i wanted to write someone who IS like other girls, if that makes sense? lady lannister loves songs and reading and she does embroidery and doesn’t resent being a girl and that doesn’t make her any less powerful of a player.

thank you for enjoying pawn so much!!!! i’m glad my little fic can interest you after so many other stories in this fandom

[superconductivebean]

3 from the HL MC asks for Julia please

[link to the ask game] !!!

| 3. Does your MC have a pet (other than the rescued beasts)? If so, talk about them? If not, what pet would your MC want?

Besides the owl… oh wait no, I am going for that tangent. Barn owls aren't built to live in colder climates and unlike of other species of owls, they prefer to live near people; they are not even owls, strictly speaking, they are their own little thing.

In a sense, that owl is as unique to the rest of what we call owls as MC is to the wizards around them. And so is Julia. She wasn't meant to attend Hogwarts, yet there she was.

Other pets are:

| A rescue sable black kneazle she named Samuel. He was injured and couldn't be returned to the habitat, and Julia was injured whilst freeing him (it's how she got her scar). They bonded over their injuries. Samuel is a cat, though. He is liquid. He fills Julia's cauldrons with himself and leave his hair and whiskers there, so if Julia doesn't clean her cauldrons well before using them, her potions are coming out… peculiar and whimsical. She had to lend Samuel to Sharp once because he wanted to write about Cats In Cauldrons for the Weekly Potioneer for trolling purposes of course, but also to warn people about the importance of cleaning the cauldrons.

Cauldron sellers were very happy to create and sell cauldron beds for cats and kneazles after that column had been published.

:3

| Poppy and Julia freed other beasts from the Horntail Hall. One of them was a dragon—the Common Welsh Green.

These dragons are very shy, live high in the mountains of Wales, are not built for sharp colds of Scotland and to live alongside people, too; they have a chameleon-like skin that helps them to assume the colour of the land and grass to hide in the plain sight, and their goat-like eyes grant them the ability to easily notice angled or round shapes. But these dragons also share diet with the Hebridean Blacks dragons—they can't share habitat.

But dragons are also smart, so that dragon just… followed Poppy and Julia around until the Hogwarts valley and learnt where it was the most safe to hide during the day.

He became its little creeping vine, stealing sheep and game from the unassuming farmers. Larger animals usually require *less* food as well; these losses were attributed to the remaining mongrels rather than to a whole dragon, as having a dragon as a pest, you see, is not something plausible or believable. Hogwarts Valley is in Argyll in my canon, and that land borders the Hebridean Islands. Locals are used to the dragons taking their sheep, they even select sheep to give to dragons; some breed and raise sheep specifically for sustenance.

Anyhow.

The dragon would stick to Poppy and Julia whenever they would go for a stroll.

He revealed himself only once. When Julia was gathering herbs and cut a finger, she hissed, and met eyes with that creature looming over her, looking through her very soul with a peculiar curiosity of a large predator that thinks of you as of neither its prey, nor enemy, but a strange protrusion into its world. He was Julia's Boop The Dragon moment; she extended her injured hand to him; she didn't know dragons could remember smells, but especially those who feared people and would try to learn as much about them to avoid them.

Poppy was standing there like O_O

The dragon has seemingly vanished after that.

However. After Julia moved to the Northern Wales along with The Girlies, she started to spot strange shadows moving in the hills close to the Holy Island. (Yes, the dragon followed her right to her own—and his—home). Poppy named him Sliptongue. Imelda didn't believe in his existence; Imelda never believes in anything strange circling Poppy and Julia until she walks into their beasts and whatnot. He's their giant baby and keeps the fae away.

Let's pretend Common Welsh Greens are just like the chameleons: you can give them weapons or sticks or objects and they will hold them.

The main inspo for the dragon bit were @phinik's screencaps from this post:

[pulisicsgirl]

HELLOOOO I’M LATE WITH THIS🫣

You had done your best to bring the festive holiday spirit into your home—even into Mason’s as you forced him to join you in decorating his house on the very first day of December, dragging him into a few shops to buy extra decorations to fill his house. He had only pretended to be a little bit annoyed, his aversion to shopping completely overcome by getting to watch the joy on your face while decorating for the holidays. You had spread lights, tinsel, ornaments, and little snowman figurines all over the rooms of his home while you shuffled your Christmas playlist in the background. I WANT TO DO THIS WITH HIM🥹

However, Mason still couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment each time he remembered that you wouldn’t been spending Christmas morning with his family. He tried his best not to show it— he knew how much it meant to you that your family would be traveling to see you this year. WE AND MASON DON’T LIKE HER FAMILY😌🙁

But all of that seemed to come crumbling down in the matter of a few days. HERE WE GO😭

Your brother had unexpectedly received the news that his work schedule had changed, and he would be expected to work on Christmas Eve—meaning he, his wife, and your 2-month-old niece would be unable to travel to visit you. But your father and mother couldn’t possibly bear to miss the little one’s very first Christmas, so instead they would remain at home and your brother (who lived nearby) would host Christmas instead. FUCK THEM🥺

The news felt like a sharp object had been driven into your heart and you spent the rest of your evening curled up on your bed, wallowing in your feelings and ignoring the calls and texts from your mother after you had unexpectedly ended your conversation. I NEED TO GIVE HER AN HUG

When you awoke the next morning, your first thought was of talking to Mason about the previous night's events—a conversation that would unfortunately have to wait as he had a big game to play today: the highly anticipated Manchester derby. It was a huge game, not only because of the longstanding rivalry between the two teams, but because Mason was expected to be in the starting eleven. OH NO🥺

So then, you decided, you would have to tell him tomorrow… or maybe the next day. OH GIRLY

But for the second time in less than 24 hours, your stomach sank as, 14 minutes into the game, you watched Mason wave the physios over as he sat on the grass. He was too far away for you to be able to make out his facial expression, but there was no mistaking the posture of the rest of his body. As he spoke with the physios and they looked him over, his shoulders slumped, a resigned look taking over him. NOW I’M SAD

UGH SHE NEEDS TO TELL HIM OR SHE’LL EXPLODE😭😭

And though he always expressed his appreciation for your efforts, the smile he gave you was all too forced, and you knew he was still hurting inside. He had apologized to you a few times now for “being a right grump,” afraid he would ruin your excitement for Christmas time— and after that, you just didn’t have the heart to tell him that someone had already beat him to it. UGH I FEEL BAD FOR HIM, BABY BOY

It was only 2 days before Christmas, when Mason had decided to stay at yours for the night and you slid under the covers behind him, pressing your chest up against his back ad tangling your bare legs with his. Many months ago, Mason had confessed that he liked to be the little spoon when he was feeling a bit more vulnerable. And after his most recent injury a couple weeks ago, it had become a staple in your nighttime routine with him. You loved the feeling of cuddling up close to his warm skin, and you couldn’t help from pressing a barely-there kiss to the base of his neck, sending a gentle shiver down his spine. I AM MELTING, I WANT THIS

“Good, good,” he breathed, and you could tell he was enjoying the attention you were giving him. “Your parents get in tomorrow, right? Are you excited to see them?” OH SHIT🫣

THE FACT HE IMMEDIATELY KNEW SOMETHING WAS WRONG🥺🤏🏻

“They’re not coming?” Another nod. You watched Mason’s face fall in genuine hurt for you. “Again?” It was barely a whisper when he said it. EXACTLY MASON

“So you’ve been carrying this around for the last couple weeks all alone?” Mason finished for you. You shrugged in response. He could only hold you a little bit tighter, heart clenching in his chest at the thought of you being so weighed down by these emotions without him even knowing. HE IS A GOOD MAN SAVANNAH😌

“Tomorrow morning, I’ll help you pack a bag so you can stay at mine for a few days,” Mason stated matter-of-factly. “My family will all be arriving in the evening and they’ll be so happy to see you—Mum and Jazz especially, they were so disappointed when I told them you wouldn’t be spending Christmas morning with us.” THE FACT HE DIDN’T ASK, HE JUST TOLD HER WHAT THEY ARE DOING

“You didn’t spring anything on me last year,” Mason shushed you softly. “I invited you. And better yet this year, you already know just how stubborn I am, so you know this conversation isn’t ending in any way other than you agreeing to go home with me tomorrow.” I LOVE HIM😌🤭

A beat more of silence passed before you replied with a soft “okay,” and Mason burried his face in your neck, squeezing you tightly in excitement and you couldn’t help but giggle at him, your mood instantly lifted. The hurt and disappointment was still there, but it was significantly dimmed by the knowledge that you would get to be a part of the Mount Christmas for the second year in a row. HE IS SO HAPPY, AND SHE IS SO HAPPY TOO, I LOVE THEM

“You have no idea how excited I am to spend Christmas with you again,” he whispered, his nose brushing yours. HE IS A HAPPY BABY

Once everyone was in bed, you and Mason got to work setting out all of the presents that had been carefully hidden in Mason’s large closet. Mason watched with admiration as you carefully arranged the gifts and filled everyone’s stockings with the little bits and treats you had picked up over the last few weeks. The care with which you sorted everything left him feeling warm inside, thinking once again how thankful he was to have you with him on Christmas Eve. IMAGINE THEM DOING THIS FOR THEIR FUTURE KIDS🥹

OMG? SHE IS SO GOOD WITH SUMMER? AHHH CUTE😭

Mason’s heart swelled with affection for seemingly the hundredth time in the last few days as you bent forward to press a proper kiss to his lips. For a moment, he got lost in the feel of you, hoping the two of you could spend just a few minutes more together in bed. However you, painfully aware of the open door behind you, pulled back and dropped one last kiss to his forehead. Slipping quietly out of bed, you popped to the bathroom to brush your teeth before you and Mason went downstairs to join the rest of his family.HE IS SO IN LOVE

Much to your surprise, yours was no longer hanging on the mantel empty, as you had left it the night before. Instead, as you took it from Tony, you pulled out a variety of face masks, bath salts, and pleasantly scented soaps. You looked over at Mason, whose face held a satisfied smirk—he must have snuck back down last night after you had gone up and filled your stocking without you knowing.I MIGHT CRY, THE CARE HE HAS🥹🥹🥹

She approached you with a small box in her hands, mumbling a soft, “here you go, Auntie Y/N,” before spinning on her heel and returning to the tree. You froze in shock for a moment— it was the very first time Summer had ever called you that. You cared deeply for the little girl and her sister, and her clear acceptance of you as a part of the family meant a great deal to you. Mason, sitting with one arm behind you on the couch and on resting on your leg, squeezed your thigh as he saw your eyes go misty at Summer’s words. BYE BYE, YOU COMPLETELY LOST ME HERE

THE NECKLACE???AHHHHH CUTIE🫠

“Huh, would you look at that…” Mason spoke with an air of mischief. “Mistletoe.” CHEEKY

“I’m so in love with you,” you breathed, nudging his nose with yours.

Mason beamed, eyes sparkling as he looked down at you. “I’m so in love with you,” he repeated your words. “And even though it isn’t how you planned your Christmas to go, I’m glad you’re here today.” I AM MELTING GIRLLLLL

Mason pressed his lips to your forehead, holding your body close to his. “You don’t have to thank me, angel. I love getting to love you. It’s as easy as breathing for me.” OMG BESTIE THIS WAS SO SWEET

BESTIE

WOW

WOW WOW

AS I SAID IN THE REBLOG PT.1 OF THIS WAS WHAT MADE ME START FOLLOWING YOU AND OMG I’VE BEEN DREAMING OF A PART 2

THIS WAS SO CUTE AND SOFT

MASON IS A SWEETHEART 

HER FAMILY IS PROPER SHIT AND WE DON’T LIKE THEM AT ALL

SUMMER IS A CUTIE, WHEN SHE CALLED HER AUNTIE I MELTED COMPLETELY

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS, THIS WAS PERFECTION

CAN’T WAIT TO READ MORE WORKS OF RT FROM YOU NEXT YEAR🩷🩷

i forgot to post this a couple weeks ago but THANK YOU ANGEL!!!!!! this was so so sweet 🥹 your feedback means the absolute world to me!!!

[saleeba]

silver studs ; jude bellingham

summary ♡ booking yourself & jude a piercing date!

pairing ♡ jude bellingham x gn!reader

content ♡ fluff, descriptions of piercings/body modification/needles, reader is implied to already have had their ears pierced, jude is a dramatically big baby in this (*roy keane voice* what a big baby... baby!), all around silly billy vibes idek pls read this xx

a/n ♡ girlies (gn!) let’s form a prayer circle & manifest jude having pierced ears in 2024 🕯🕯🕯 i’ve seen some ppl say he would look so good w a nose piercing too and ohhhh my goodness 😵‍💫 i don’t even wanna think abt it my heart is actually palpitating </3 this fic is very much drawn from my own need to get abt 10 new piercings when i can barely take care of my current ones 🫠 enjoyyy my lovelies! 🩵🤍

"jude, come on, hurry up, we're going to be late!" you scold your boyfriend who seems to be taking about one-eighth of every rushed step you take, trailing behind with his hands in his pockets and a defeated puppy-dog look on his face.

“i’m sure it’s still not too late to cancel, babe,” he begins, stopping in his tracks and prompting you to do the same as exasperation takes over your features. “m-maybe we can come back next year?”

you’re in disbelief at your giant baby of a lover now. just last week he was begging you to take him along with you to your nose piercing appointment, a passive comment you had made about him suiting earrings so well spinning his mind into a spiral of pinterest searches and jewellery wishlists. you had even caught him “trying on” your assortment of studs before pressing on your previous comment of how good he would look if he had his ears pierced.

“next year?! jude, the appointment’s in three minutes!” you start to walk backwards so that you can make sure he follows and doesn’t just leg it back to the car. “why are you being such a wimp about it?”

a sweetly deep frown sets on jude’s face, that previous puppy-like trait now seeping into the way he walks towards you. truthfully, the gravitas of the situation has only just set for him, the fantastical image of a metre-long needle coming in to pierce his ears and the unimaginable pain it must create causing nervous prickles to run down his spine. oh god, why did i say yes to this? he’s never been one to be comfortable with needles and other sharp objects in any capacity; needing you to chop all the ingredients whenever you cook together or clear your schedule for the whole day whenever he has a blood test so that you’re there to hold his hand — well, so that you’re there for him to squeeze the living daylights out of your hand.

it was a bafflement to you, though — the boy had undergone multiple terrible injuries and operations but was shit-scared of tools that barely laid a scratch. although, you’ve absolutely made sure to clown him for it at every given chance.

“i’m not being a whimp!” jude’s defensiveness never relents, no matter the situation, and it makes your eyes roll. “it’s just… you’re definitely going first.” he hurriedly declares, hoping to delay the nightmarish events about to unfold for him.

you finally catch onto what he’s trying to say and do, the irrationality of it all causing a chuckle to leave your lips. you can’t believe this six-foot-something boy has such an aversion to something that is barely two inches.

“aww, sweetheart,” you feign a sarcastically sugary pout. “does my baby need his hand holding… again?” an amused grin takes place on your face, all toothy and genuine when jude comments on how annoying you are with a teasing push to your shoulder.

“jude, how many times have i told you that it barely hurts? it’s just a small, sharp pinch,” that old comparison, jude thinks to himself. “here, i’ll show you.”

he jumps out the way of your mischievous fingers before they can land on his skin and deliver a squeeze that is definitely neither small nor sharp. you laugh at his scaredy-cat antics before tugging on his hand, leading him down the street to your destination, encouraging him with dialogue about how pretty he’s going to look once this is done and how you two can maybe wear matching earrings to all the red carpet events you attend from now on.

jude can’t help but think how he’d really like that, already his mind is thinking of how it could be an intimate ritual of your own, the world always knowing you belong to him and he belongs to you when you step out, your bond branded and sealed in two pairs of the same earrings.

there's a slight bump in his path that pulls jude away from his daydreaming and back into the way you're addressing him, announcing that you're both finally at the door of the piercing shop. you don't miss the way his hand dampens in yours but you try to soothe it with a reassuring squeeze.

"hey, five quid for the person that doesn't cry when we're in there." you suggest, playfulness painted in your eyes and smile.

"oh, shut up," jude laughs, tilting his head towards the storefront before counterattacking. "tenner?"

you take up his offer and seal the deal with a quick handshake. “you're on."

the pair of you step into the piercing shop, the vibrant sights of commissioned art and citrusy scents of sterilising products immediately filling your senses. everything is so cozy and inviting, though; the open space looking like it's straight out of a pinterest board with its boho-esque decor and pops of pink and blue.

you're able to check in and be seated in the waiting area a couple of minutes after your intended appointment time, apologising beforehand to the receptionist but not without saving a bantering side eye for your boyfriend. you barely sit yourselves down before the piercer, a mid-twenties lady clad in all black with arms scattered in tattoos, calls your name, prompting the both of you to stand up and make yourselves known.

she introduces herself as clara and invites you and jude over to the small setup of sofas by her station, the large piercing chair looming opposite them. it reminds jude of the chair they make you sit in at the dentist, its size and seclusion bringing that spiky feeling of anxiety right back into the column of his spine.

"so, who's the braver one out of the two of you?" clara beams, eyeing the way jude shrinks himself into the couch and how you raise your hand, mirroring her smile.

"that would definitely be me," you announce as jude pouts on the side, refusing to believe that you've teamed up with the piercer to bully him now.

"alright then, my love. hop onto the chair and we'll get you done in no time."

you truly are done in no time, now inspecting your new nose piercing in the mirror that clara holds up for you. you're thankful that you went with the fourteen-karat gold when asked to choose between that and a plain black stud, the colour shimmering against your skin tone so nicely that you forgive the momentary pain it caused as the needle punctured the skin of your nostril.

however, for jude, it's the only thing that's sticking in his mind. the way you were wincing as clara pushed the tool through, the gritting of your teeth and the subsequent welling-up of your eyes are all warning signs for him to pull out of this whole ordeal, run out the door and never look back, jude, y/n will forgive you.

"what say you, my friend?" clara now turns to your boyfriend, who wishes that the cushions would swallow him up but his eyes force themselves to look at you, your own ones lighting up in amusement — eyebrows raised as if to ask if he dares to accept this challenge.

"you still up for it, babe? you really don't have to if you don't want to, y'know?" to an unsuspecting stranger, your words would be saccharine and supportive but jude knows this is actually your way of saying are you really going to run away from this, you coward? the narrowing of your eyes may look inquisitive to others but they hold an impish tone of accusation for jude.

however, with his head held high, he returns a look of defiance straight into your eyes, as if he's replying with a watch me boss this, sweetheart.

"of course i'm still up for it, love," he answers, getting up from the sofa and attempting to mask the shakiness of his voice from not speaking for a while (something completely alien to the boy; god, he really is nervous). "wouldn't want all the attention on you when we step out together, y'know, wanna give the people something fresh, something new."

you vacate the chair with a laugh, hands splayed out and gesturing towards it, a slight bend in your stand, almost bowing down. "your throne, my liege."

jude rolls his eyes in hilarity, situating himself in the chair as you swap places with him, now in the company of the bright fabric of the couch and cushions. clara sets out the array of jewellery in front of him, informing him about the differences between and benefits of each one before jude settles on the option of the prettiest silver studs he's seen — the colour and the shine of them almost reflect in a twinkle of his eyes and he's now besotted. once the studs are laid out for clara to work with, she goes on to prep the piercing tools on the counter to the side of jude, her being out of view causing that familiar prickling feeling to run through his veins again. all he can do is set his sights on you, trying to claw some comfort back into his mind while his brows furrow in increasing worry.

you can't help but instantly run to his left side, your heart not being able to bear any inkling of pain or discomfort on your lover's face.

"hey, scaredy-cat," you speak softly, going to grip his hand in yours, and leaving a small peck of your lips on it, thumb rubbing soothing circles on his heated skin as clara gives a knowing giggle before she assures jude that he has absolutely nothing to worry about and that the great choice in jewellery he's made will surely not go to waste. she makes a joke about how he might get a sticker for being a good boy and it serves as a brief distraction as she lines the needle with jude's right earlobe, the boy grimacing as the sharpness hits him for a second.

and that's all it is. a flash of a second, another on the other ear, your hand still in his, and it's all done. the feeling of relief and achievement is like no other for jude.

"there we go, my lovely," clara concludes, putting her supposed instruments of torture down and holding the mirror up to jude's face, prompting him to check out how everything looks. "what do we think?"

he's beyond ecstatic with how he looks in his new earrings, the silver glistening in the light against the brown of his skin, the size of the studs just perfect for him. he looks to you for approval, though; he wants to hear all the praise from you.

"you look amazing, jude!" you're smiling ear-to-ear, eyes lit up in sheer admiration at how hot your boyfriend looks right now. well, he's always been hot but this? this is a whole new level that you're glad you've unlocked. "you were amazing, too. how was it? did it hurt as bad as you were thinking?"

he replies with a bashful shake of his head, smiling at his prior silliness over something that lasted seconds not even worth counting on his fingers.

"no, not at all," jude admits. "feel a bit stupid now, though, i was panicking over nothing." he lets out a genuine laugh at himself and you join in, not forgetting to let him know how proud you are of him and how you're going to be dragging him from shop to shop to pick out new earrings for when his piercings heal. jude thinks to himself that he won't need dragging around now; he'll happily lead the way to picking out new stuff, experimenting with colours and shapes.

once clara gives you two the rundown on piercing aftercare 101 and her contact details should any of you run into any problems, she sends you on your way with a goodie bag of saline solution and sweets.

hand in hand, you walk out of the shop with jude, chattering on about when the next awards ceremony that the two of you are invited to could be and what sort of outfit you might wear and how you would co-ordinate clothes and jewellery.

the pair of you stop in front of an café, you asking jude if he's up for a coffee before you start your earring-hunting adventure.

"yes, please," jude responds, hand enclasping yours in the most loving way before he drops his next line aided by a grin that is the epitome of shit-eating. "besides, you owe me a tenner after all the crying you did in there."

[obscurecharactershowdown]

Group E Round 2

[image ID: the first image is of No Significant Harassment, a shadowy figure standing behind a sleeping pink-red, fox-like creature. their green hands seem to be holding up the floating creature. the second image is of Libby Day, a white woman with short blond hair, wearing a green cap and a gray leather jacket. end ID]

No Significant Harassment

They're just a silly little guy. A jokester. Significant harassment if you will. Anyway, a more in depth run down: They're a city sized supercomputer built by a Buddhist adjacent society to figure out how to transcend the 'Great Cycle' (semi-metaphorical cycle of death and rebirth) in a safer way than the previous method (submerging oneself in the 'void sea' which is a mysterious golden liquid that dissolves whatever it touches). Despite being built for this express purpose NSH never really shows a pressing interest in ascension, even cracking jokes about those who are still looking for a solution. Whether this is due to indifference, dislike of, or humor to cope with being unable to ascend is not clear and really up to interpretation. Example: NSH: I wish them super good luck in that endeavor. How is it going to happen? Have the overseers gnaw through bedrock until their entire can crashes down in the void sea? BSM: Please be respectful when speaking of the Void Sea. Grey Wind, where did you hear this? CW: I really shouldn't say. He's going to attempt some sort of breeding program. Thought you might want to know. NSH: Haha with the slimers, lizards and etceteras? Surely the answer was in a lizard skull all along! He's very flippant, but does care very intensely for those close to him. NSH: Moon? It's me again. NSH: I do not know if you are receiving these. Please signal in any way you can. NSH: I need to talk to you. I need to know you're okay. NSH: … NSH: Its difficult for us to assist you over this distance. NSH: Even more difficult for us to do anything in the midst of these tantrums. NSH: Were going to try everything that we can. NSH: Just hold on a little longer. (Context for previous convo: They genetically engineered a super organism of a slugcat (the species you play as in Rain World) to help reset his coworker/sibling after her collapse and restart her systems. He was so desperate to fix her that he accidentally messed up the slugcat's (Hunter) genetic code and as a result it became riddle with the Rot (relatively similar to aggressive cancer) :( which parallels his other coworker/siblings condition who also has the rot. ) He canonically uses he/they pronouns too! Nonbinary swag! NSH has major internet troll vibes. He has sent a data pearl of "something distasteful" to his neighbors on several(?) occasions and causes chaos. If he had access to the wider internet he'd probably be an influencer So…yeah! Vote NSH this website likes the allure of heavy machinery and stuff like that so… there you go. Kind of a blorbo. End post.

Libby Day

She's the sole survivor of a mass murder for which her brother was blamed, and she uses her fame to get money to put meals on the table, until one such money-seeking job gets her to start thinking about the truth of what really happened all those years ago. Literally the bitterest bitch, she's so mean and spiteful, I love her so much <3. I feel like Libby's the least known of the Gillian Flynn main character girlies because the movie adaptation was neither popular nor all that good (compared to Sharp Objects and Gone Girl), so I'm really hopeful that one day people will appreciate her :) [additional propaganda 1]

[armoricaroyalty]

for couple questions: 1, 7-9, & 30 for … roz and mary, plus another pair (or two, or three, or—) of your choice !!!!

(I'm going to pick a different couple for each question in addition to Roz and Mary...)

1.What do they think of each other's family? And how does the family feel?

ROZ AND MARY. Mary likes the St. Fleurs! Because she's an only child, the St. Fleurs feel like a large and boisterous family to her. She enjoys spending time with them and gets along well with Freddy and Vivi, in particular. She likes Jacques less, but isn't about to say anything about it. The St. Fleurs like Mary as well, and showing more of that relationship is one of my objectives for the remainder of part 3 and then onto chapter 3! Rosalind likes Mary's parents, who are both too polite to tell her that they think the entire affair is absolute madness and likely doomed.

ANDRE AND LEONOR. Andre doesn't know most of Leonor's family, but he's got no reason to dislike them, except her husband (whom he loathes). You'd have to tell me exactly how Leonor feels, but I'd say her favorites, in order, would be 1. Rosalind 2. Elise 3. Freddy 4. Vivi (not because she dislikes her but because she is beneath notice) 5. Jacques (mouth-breather, rumored to be quite rude to his unnoticeable wife)

7. What's their most and least favorite thing about each other?

ROZ AND MARY. Roz thinks Mary is cool and confident, but her favorite thing is that Mary is quite romantic, underneath it all. Her least favorite thing is what she perceives as Mary's tendency to get lose sight of the big picture and get caught up on minor details like how much lying is okay when it's for the good of the country. Mary likes that Roz is quirky and very sure of herself. She hates it when Roz's surety tips over into stubbornness and pigheadeness.

JACQUES AND VIVI. Jacques likes Vivi's sense of humor (I've said before that their favorite couple activity is being haters) but his favorite thing about her would be her selflessness -- when they were younger, she put their relationship at the center of everything she did, and she never demanded anything from him. His least favorite thing about her is the way her priorities have shifted since their son was born -- she's soooooo hung up on appearances and other people's opinions now. Vivi liked that Jacques was someone who saw through the phony bullshit of their high school classmates. He made her feel very special, like it was just the two of them against the world. Her least favorite thing is his temper.

8. What do they find physically sexiest about each other?

ROZ AND MARY. To Roz, Mary is very much the embodiment of tall, dark, and handsome. She likes her smile and her swagger -- it's about the attitude, the posture. It drives her crazy. Mary is primarily a thighs/belly girlie, I think. World cold and hard, titty girlfriend soft and warm.

FREDDY AND KELLY. I don't think Freddy has much of a type, physically, but he likes smart, sharp women and Kelly is certainly the sharpest of the women we've seen him with. As for Kelly...I think she certainly finds him charming/goofy/appealing but that's not quite enough to explain why he's got 8,000 girlfriends so let's just make it canonical that he eats pussy like a champion and she finds his mouth/lips extremely attractive.

9. Are they a "we" couple?

ROZ AND MARY. Absolutely. Roz is the we, ofc.

FREDDY AND EMILY. Freddy isn't a "we" kind of a person, but he's content to let Emily speak for both of them.

30. Where is their relationship the strongest?

ROZ AND MARY. These two are genuinely well-matched in many ways, but I'd say that they're strongest in terms of their private moments together, when they speak frankly to one another. Roz really respects Mary's intelligence and her advice, and she is honest with her in a way that she isn't with literally anyone else.

ANDRE AND ELISE. Their marriage has a very strong grounding in friendship, so their relationship is strongest when they're working together, as a team. What we've seen of them recently is kind of shaky, but they work very well together and are very at-ease with one another. Like Roz and Mary, they're strongest in quiet, intimate moments together.

Couple Questions -> accepting!

[anordinarymuse]

Hey girly could u maybe write something where one of the marauders ( u can pick ) is comforting y/n on her period- because I just gone mine and I feel icky🥺 thank you!!

the way i stopped everything to try and think of how to write this. and i hope you feel better !!! being uncomfy on your period really sucks, so feel better take pain meds (if you can) and drink water <3

cramps.

Sirius Black x Reader

Summary : another period oneshot bc i love.

Warnings : blood; eating; swearing; mention of pregnancy; unedited.

Word Count : 781

A/N : the way the first time i read your request i thought you wanted all the marauders so i spent two days trying to think of how it'd work only to reread it and see that you wrote one- but it's all good bc this is so cute hehe :3

the masterlist.

request here.

"Did you see Snivellus' reaction after what I did to him in potions today?" Sirius grins, while mimicking Snape's expression. He had put something in Snape's cauldron, causing it to explode. It was so bad that even Professor Slughorn took points off of Slytherin.

"Priceles- oh shit," your books drop out of your hands, clutching your stomach while stumbling. You grab Sirius' arm for support, but miss it. Within the few seconds you had been walking, the pain of a million knives pierces into you stomach.

Sirius quickly takes hold of your underarms, trying to keep you standing up. You sink into his arms, scrunching your eyes trying to bear the unbearable pain.

Sirius helps stagger you to the wall, and you lean against it. Your arm squeezes around your waist, and you clench your stomach to try and numb the pain.

The pain almost subdues, but as soon as you relax, your body cramps up again.

"Are you ok Y/N? Should we go to Madame Pomfrey?" Sirius asks, eyeing you with worry as he picks up your fallen books.

"No it's fine, I went to her this morning..." you mumble, biting your cheek to distract the pain to somewhere else.

"She couldn't heal you?" His eyes go wide at the thought of Madame Pomfrey not being to heal your cramps. He then whispers in a hushed tone, "You aren't-"

"No I'm not pregnant you arse," you manage the let out a breathful giggle. "I'm just-" you cringe as you feel a pool of blood release from your body. "-I'm just...on my period," you groan quietly, for only Sirius to hear.

"Can you walk?" He asks, glancing at your clenched stomach and pained face.

"Um..." perhaps saying you couldn't was being a bit dramatic, but to be fair the idea of walking right now did not seem intriguing, "...no."

"Then I guess I'm just going to have to carry you like a baby," he sighs shaking his head, but he can't hide his playful grin.

"Wait wha-" you hadn't fully comprehended what he had said until you were being carried like a bride down the corridors of the castle.

Somehow your books had ended up in your hands, and you covered your face with the object. You were completely embarrassed, but still you giggle the whole way down.

Sirius beams as he carries you, even having the nerve to wave at fellow peers. When you take small peeks at him his grin is wide, and his eyes full of mischief mixed with pride.

Sirius marches the two of you into Gryffindor Common Room, and upon entering James wolf-whistles, flushing your cheeks an even redder shade of crimson. Lily and Marlene break into a fit of hysterics. Remus raises a brow looking between you and Sirius while Peter just smiles, going along with James.

You wanted to die of humiliation.

Sirius, on the other hand, beamed even brighter. That was the only thing keeping your sanity.

Sirius carries you to his dorm, laying you gracefully on his bed. The whole time he had paraded you around, you had completely forgotten about your sufferings.

As soon as Sirius lets go of you, the sharp jabs in the stomach return.

"Fuck," slips your lips, and you quickly grab the pillow that's beside you. You push the pillow against your stomach in a weak attempt to lessen the pain.

"Shit- here I'll lay beside you," Sirius flops onto the bed next to you, causing you to float in the air for the most split of seconds. "Do you need anything?"

Pressing you lips together with the upmost of force, you can only mutter out a reply, "No- j-just stay right there."

Sirius takes your hand, squeezing it, "I love you...ok? And besides I have something that'll make you feel really good."

"...you do?" You groan with a stifled giggle.

"Mhm," Sirius turns to rummage in his nightstand before handing you a chocolate frog. "Chocolate, makes everything feel better...right?"

You grin at the chocolate, tearing apart the wrapping and devouring the sweet, "Thank you...shit...this tastes really good." The milk chocolate melts in your mouth, and you savor the frequent treat.

"I love you, Y/N," he reassures, planting a sloppy kiss your cheek. "Let me know if you need anything else ok?"

"Ok...," you voice withers as you lean against his comforting shoulder.

"And the good news is..." he pauses for the dramatic effect, mystery filling the air, "...you aren't pregnant!" He cheers, laughing hysterically at his on joke.

"You fucking arse," you let out a laugh before closing your eyes, trying to rest, while blindly slapping his cheek with a good amount of force.

**********

taglist : @marimorena06 @missryerye @agirlwholovescoffee @nicole198205 @blackpinkdolan @gabitanaka47 @psychowanarchist @siriuspvdfoot @hufflepuffflowers @thatguppienamedbae @peachykeen3502 @missryerye @kaslupin @ayla-1605 @chazzyb73 @youngblood199456 @oranee @silly-little-bl0g @bobbyjohnsonbeat @jasgreen101 @will-to-live-who @erinblack003 @bellatrixscurls @krishavania @wh0re4blaise @thegirlwhocriedlupin @mrsaliciamalfoy @wwweasleystan @modernvellichor

[celestialmango]

Well good news, you don't have to stress about him throwing people anymore sun if that calms you down a little. I stead he's playing hide and seek 😁

☀️: *is finger painting at a table in his and Moon's room* I still won't be able to go back into the daycare till the lights turn back on. If I go into a room that's too dark I get extremely drowsy....

*Sun pauses for a moment looking thoughtful* Since both Moon and Glitch are both running their own activities I'll run craft activities up here, *he starts counting with his fingers* I have plenty of glitter glue, finger paints, markers, popsicle stick, googly eyes, just all sorts of materials in here, mostly because the supply closet we keep those things is up here after the kid leave.

*Sun smile widely with a mischievous look in his eyes* Did you know Eclipse handles crafts for the older kids? One of the eight year olds said when he's doing with them is call home ect. He teaches them sewing, how to cook safely, he won't let all the really young kids out of his regulars touch the oven and there's no really sharp objects involved. Becaaauuuuse, he's teaching them how to bake so there's no knifes involved!

*He claps his hands together* He makes so sure that those activities are safe. Takes all allergies in and dietary needs into account when it comes to baking with the kids and the only utensils kids can use while cooking are plastic while with sewing the needles are plastic and the fabric he keeps on hand is felt so the needles go through easy.

It was so cute when one of the children from Eclipse's area came in to give their sibling who was a few years younger than them an uncrustable sandwich they made because their parents were in such a hurry that they forgot to pack the siblings lunch. The sandwich cutters Eclipse finds are so neat and the kids love them so much!

He won't talk about it unless asked, He has a name he calls the area he does that in but I juuuuussst can't remember it's name. You should ask him about it when you get the chance, ask him how he deals with the parents who get mad about teaching their kids girly activities.

[lovinkiri]

Your families with Kirishima, Bakugou, Midoriya, and Todoroki

Eijirou Kirishima x Reader

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Katsuki Bakugou

You and Katsuki have a daughter and are trying for another!

Your daughter, Akari, is just as rambunctious as her father!

Just a bit less angry. Just a bit 🤏🏾

But she definitely has his attitude!

And his red eyes ❤❤❤

Unlike Katsuki, she openly adores her mother tho and looks up to you

"Mama! I wanna be just like you!"

"What about me?!"

"I said Mama, not Daddy 😒"

Can't even glare at her because he can't find it in his heart.

Oh, and she's just as excited for having another addition to the family as you are!

"Daddy, give Mommy a baby already."

Of course she has no idea what giving mommy a baby really means 😏

"Oi, I'm tryin' my best here, kid."

"Try harder."

"... Alright."

Oh you're in for it.

But no matter how much she goes back and forth with him, she really loves him.

And he loves her back.

They practically do everything together.

Brush their teeth, eat, clean.

He even helps train her quirk.

And at night, he holds her and mumbles the sweetest things to her.

"You make Daddy's life so much brighter, you know that?"

Overall, he loves you guys and can't wait to knock you up again 😈

Izuku Midoriyau

You and Izuku have a son and are actually expecting!

Your son, Hiro, is the most adorable thing!

He has Izuku's freckles 🥺

And he's extremely shy, usually stays by you guys.

When you go out, he's holding both of your hands.

When he meets new people, he hides behind you.

Has a tendency to hide his face in your necks 😂

"Hiro, c'mon, say hi to the nice woman."

"No thank you Mommy, I'm okay."

You can't help but laugh as Izuku apologizes.

Hiro's actually a very curious child tho, especially about the bump in mommy's tummy.

"How did that happen, Mommy?"

"Well.. Me and Daddy decided to give you a baby sister remember? So she's resting in there until she's ready to come out. She's shy like you."

He gives your stomach a very serious stare before hugging it.

Both you and Izuku just melt and he gets a picture.

"M' gonna protect you, okay baby sis?"

You damn near fainted from the cuteness.

Izuku definitely tells him made up hero stories at night.

You've got him writing some stories in his book.

"Oh, yeah! I wanted to read them to Hiro!"

🥰🥰🥰

Izuku is excited for the new baby and loves all of you very much.

"Daddy will always love you guys, okay Hiro?"

"Mkay! And I can protect Mommy and baby sis, just you someday!"

Shoto Todoroki

You and Shoto have twins, a boy and a girl.

Yuki, your daughter, and Natsuhiko, your son.

Yuki has white hair and Natsuhiko has red.

Those two are troublemakers when you two aren't looking.

"Who put a frog on your teacher's desk?"

Yuki pouts her lips. "It wasn't us, Mommy."

Natsuhiko nods and grabs your hand.

Shoto doesn't even need to give a stern look, he just raises an eyebrow and they're confessing.

Of course, under your instruction, they apologize to their teacher.

You and Shoto also apologize.

Thankfully, the teacher actually thought it was funny.

You and Shoto definitely talk to them at home.

But they're such good children at home 🥰

They do their chores, they're very polite.

Little Angels 😇

Yuki is definitely the more mischief one, her brother being the quieter one who goes along for the ride.

But despite the trouble they get in, Sho loves them dearly.

He definitely plays games with them.

"I think I'm finally starting to understand, Candy Land. The objective is to be the first to reach the castle, yes?"

"Daddy, we've been playing for an hour and you won almost every time."

He simply moves his piece forward.

But they love you guys too!

They're always trying to make you proud!

"Look, Mommy! Daddy! We made you necklaces! They protect you from getting hurt by bad guys!"

Macaroni necklace has been added to Shoto's hero costume.

Lord help the fool who tries either breaking or taking it off.

They won't get to, just know that.

Eijirou Kirishima

Three kids and one on the way!

This is a family man!

Two daughters named Akane (older) and Kimmi (middle), and a son Akio (youngest for now).

They love you both, but you can tell Eijirou is their favorite.

When he comes home, they run to him and he scoops them up into a bear hug.

"Hey! What are the baby boulders up to?" 🥺

They all laugh, relishing in their father's embrace and you take pictures.

Don't get me wrong, like I said they love you too!

Akio will walk over while you sit on the couch and cuddle you.

Now Akane wants to cuddle.

Now Kimmi wants to cuddle.

And now Eijirou wants to cuddle.

They love cooking with you, grinning with their shark-like teeth as you let them assist you.

They obsess over your tummy!

And once they know their baby bro is in there?

Best believe they get territorial when strangers touch your stomach!

Akane bared her sharp ass teeth once and the old lady backed off 😭🤚🏾

The girls drag him and Akio to play dress up.

Akio goes "This is girly though"

And Eijirou gave him a fatherly talk about how tough being a woman can be

Its still not Akio's cup of tea but his respect for girls go up 📈📈📈

Both Kimmi and Akane are mischievous and love teasing Akio.

Not in a bad way, in a "Our baby bro is so cute!" way

And he always finds himself blushing, trying to run away!

All in all, this is a family that protects each other to the end!