#god i am dreading this sm

[landfilloftrash]

I am CHASING those achievements for the perfection ribbon LET’S GOOOOOOOOO

[alastorss]

AAAA ITS GOOD TO HAVE YOU BACK!

I love your characterization of Alastor sm ❤️❤️❤️

Could I request reader dropping dead things (people/body parts, deer, etc.) at his door/radio tower? No note, just corpses. He’s gotta figure out who tf if dropping these for him.

a/n: thank you, it's so good to be back!! i really appreciate you and everyone for being so welcoming :')) <3

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"You've been doing what?!"

"I didn't think it was so bad... You're the one who wanted me to make friends!"

Charlie only gawks at you, tugging at the ends of her hair in stress. The Princess of Hell paces back and forth across the room, slowly piecing together why Alastor has been in such a foul mood lately.

"So you thought the best way to make friends with the Radio Demon was to leave dead bodies at his doorstep?"

"He loves dead bodies."

"Yeah, to eat them! Oh god, what kind of message have you been sending to him?" She babbles on, exasperated and flinging her hands around in a panic. "He must think you're threatening him or something!"

"Well..." you make some sort of constipated expression and Charlie stops dead in her tracks. "He might not know they've been from me."

"You've been leaving them anonymously?" The Princess squeaks, unsure of whether that makes it infinitely better or infinitely worse. "What was even the point then?"

"I get nervous!" You argue, flopping back on the couch and laying an arm over your eyes. "I was going to tell him eventually."

Alastor was a different breed of terrifying. He could silence a room just by breathing in it. The wailing souls in his broadcast were enough to command that sort of attention.

When Charlie had given you the task of making friends as a part of her "redemption project" you had assumed he was exempt from the list. He was, after all, fairly secluded despite his cheery demeanour. Very few had ever managed to become his companions.

However, your hopes of avoiding him had been flushed down the drain when you accidentally bumped into each other on the way out on your very first day.

He gave you a look over, scrutinizing you from head to toe until your cheeks burned. Then, demanded something very simple of you:

"Welcome! Please, do entertain me."

His first and, as of today, last words he ever spoke to you. Sure, your methods were a little unorthodox, but you had asked Husk for advice and Alastor's cannibalistic tendencies were as much as the bartender was willing to spill.

When you don't receive any response, you peel your arm away to peer at your friend. She makes another two laps around the coffee table before her face lights up.

"I've got it!"

"I don't like that look on your face—"

"Come on," she laughs, pulling you by the wrists. "You just have to be honest. And make sure he knows you're not trying to kill him!"

"How am I supposed to do that?" You ask nervously. "You just told me he's been in a worse mood than usual."

A sinister smile that could only belong to the daughter of the devil creeps its way across her lips.

Dread. All you feel is terrible dread.

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As much as Alastor enjoys a good meal, this is becoming excessive.

It must be the seventh or eighth body this week. And, as usual, there is no note. No indication of why there's a corpse or a deer head or a rabbit's foot at his door. He can't even sniff out any traces of a soul being here.

He hates charity.

Not even because he does not need it, but because the anonymity is making him think they're gifts of pity. That, or it's a threat on his life. Either way, he loathes the idea that someone is looking down on him.

The demon needs to get to the bottom of this soon. Paranoia is not common for him, but the anxious bubbling in his chest is unmistakable. Whoever keeps leaving the bodies at his door is meticulously clean when they kill. He would hate to be on the receiving end of the blade.

Just as he's about to dump the body in his swamp for later, there's a knock on his bedroom door. He hesitates.

No, he isn't afraid of whoever is on the other side of the door. However, if there were a fight, he would need to get his suit tailored again and he simply doesn't have the time for that today.

He takes slightly too long to decide whether or not the person on the other side of the wall is a threat, because soon enough his ears pick up the sound of retreating footsteps.

Alastor swings the doors open so fast that you yelp.

At first he's confused why you refuse to turn around to look at him. Lacking common manners—he'll have to bring that up to you later. Then, he's confused on why you've shown up to his door at all.

"May I help you, dear?"

A chill creeps down your spine. Charlie and her ideas... they would be the death of you. Preferably today. Right now.

"I didn't mean to disturb you!" You stammer, still not looking at him.

Alastor raises a brow before popping up behind you from the shadows. You squeak, clutching somehing to your chest and shielding it from his gaze. He does a loop around your body and you spin around to keep the item hidden. The Radio Demon narrows his eyes.

"Are you hiding something?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

You do another spin as he tries to get a peek of what's in your hands.

"You wouldn't lie to me, would you?" He feigns offense. Again, another spin.

"Of course not!"

"You see, I very much don't enjoy being lied to. Last time I caught a scoundrel in my midst, I cracked them open like a—"

"Okay, okay!" You suddenly burst out. You turn so slow that Alastor feels himself holding his breath.

When he finally sees what you've been so insistent on hiding, he snickers. Impolitely, mind you.

"Don't laugh," you whine, squeezing the bouquet closer to your chest. Amongst the flowers are little pieces of death—fingers, eyes, ears.

Charlie had decided that one step back in your redemption by collecting body parts like this would result in three steps forward. She allowed it, just this once.

"Are these for me?" He purrs, leaning down until his face is in yours. You'd been warned before that Alastor had no concept of personal space, but you can't help the way it robs the air in your lungs.

"Please don't get the wrong idea," you strain in embarrassment. "I just wanted to say... I'm sorry. For leaving all those bodies here. I didn't mean for it to come across as insulting."

The demon blinks at you in stunned silence for a few moments before he cackles, standing back to let you breathe again. "Why, of course! No hard feelings, darling."

"Really?" You lighten up with a sigh of relief.

"Your little gifts have kept me on my toes," he assures. "Perhaps not my idea of entertainment, but the effort was there."

"I'm glad to hear that," you smile. "Charlie was worried you wouldn't accept my apology or want to be friends."

You seem to catch yourself, eyes going wide as you shake your head.

"N-Not that I'm assuming this means we can be friends!"

Alastor only laughs again, gentler this time. "No need to be so jumpy. I don't bite," he muses. "And tell the Princess she has nothing to worry about."

He takes the bouquet from you, hands lingering over yours for a fraction longer than he meant for them to.

"I would love to be your friend."

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[moonlight-ba3]

Hey, would you maybe be up for writing something about Gabe Perreault? Like a little story where he meets someone totally outside the hockey world — and something kind of unexpected develops?

Promise

pairing:gabe perreault x reader

summary:you meet gabe at BC and start dating. it’s great until he says something and you don’t know how to react.

warnings:fluff, angst, mentions of a bad past relationship, not proofread!!!

a/n: thank you sm for the request<3, srry this took me so long to post!!

In your first year of college you met Gabe in your French class. You guys sat next to each other, stealing glances every now and then.

A few months after talking, he built up the courage to ask you out. You guys went to a nice restaurant, dimly lit with a rose and a candle on the table.

You and Gabe have been together for 6 months, and it’s been amazing. Gabe shows up to your apartment with flowers that have a mix of red, pink, and white.

“These are beautiful” you tell him before hugging him. “Wanted them to be special” his voice muffled slightly as his head is rested on top of yours.

“I have another one” He gets something out of his pocket. I pout, feeling bad that he’s spending all his money on me.

It’s a tiny black box with a bow wrapped around it. He opens it, a diamond ring with probably the most shiniest diamond in the store.

“Oh my god, Gabe this is beautiful” He takes it out of the box and hands it me “Look at the inside of it” I look inside of the ring “always n forever”. I stare at it “well…” his voice full of hesitation “I mean it’s a big thing to say only 6 months into a relationship”

Neither of us move.

I fiddle with the ring realizing what I just said. Gabe steps back “Gabe..I’m sorry” I tell him but he’s already walking to the door.

I dread going to class. I can’t see Gabe after what I told him on Friday.

When I walk in I see him sitting somewhere far from where we usually sit. I let out a deep sigh and walk towards my seat. Neither of us have close friends in this class.

The class finally ends after what felt like 5 hours. I start walking towards Gabe, but before I can even get up he bolts out the room.

It’s been a week since I’ve talked to Gabe. I feel so bad for what I said. I’ve talked to Will and Ryan about it both of them saying he hasn’t been talking, playing as good as he usually does.

Can we talk?

Please

sure

ok im coming

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I walk towards Gabe’s dorm, wearing his hoodie and a pair of grey sweatpants. I knock on his door, my hands shaking slightly. When he opens the door I can tell he’s been crying.

“I know what I said hurt you. But the last time somebody told me they cheated on me three weeks later.” He doesn’t say anything just stares at the floor. “Gabe, I’m not saying I don’t love you. I love you more than words can describe. Seeing those words just scared me.”

“I know” he finally responds “I just want you to know I’m not like him, and I never will be.”

“You’re still wearing it?”

“Of course I am”

He pulls me by my waist I wrap my arms around his shoulders. He places a kiss on my forehead. “I love you”

[wendichester]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ in the end, silence,

summary. fighting god--absurd, helpless. indeed a losing battle. even for the winchesters.

pairing. sam + dean winchester ft. chuck genre. angsty

wordcount. 525

notes / warnings. honestly, just because i hate supernatural's ending sm, i'd much rather for it to end like this. don't read if you haven't finished the show and don't want any spoilers !! kinda alternate ending // major characters death, helplessness, grief, overwhelming dread, chuck being yucky, no happy ending

It doesn't happen fast.

That’s the worst part.

It happens in pieces.

First, Jack’s scream. Short. Sharp. Cut off like breath in a vacuum. His body doesn’t fall—it collapses. Implodes, almost. Like something delicate made of light and sand and hope, and when Chuck raises his hand, there’s nothing left but scorched ground and the smell of something wrong in the air.

Dean lunges first. Of course he does.

Of course he thinks rage can fix this.

He fires a bullet straight into the bastard’s chest—iron, angel blade-tipped, blessed with blood and desperation—but Chuck doesn’t even flinch. He just smiles.

Like a man reading the last chapter of a book he's written a thousand times before.

“Still think you’re the heroes?” he asks, voice gentle. Almost fond. “It’s adorable.”

Dean reloads.

Sam already knows it’s over.

He knew when Jack fell. Knew when the world didn’t tremble. When no light broke through the clouds.

They were supposed to win.

They always did. That was the point.

That was the game.

“Why?” Sam says. His voice is rough, but steady. “Why now?”

Chuck shrugs. “Because I’m bored, Sammy. Because I gave you everything. Endings. Resurrections. Family. Each other.” His smile fades. “And still, you fought me.”

Dean spits blood. Or maybe it's from biting his tongue. "You’re not God."

“I am,” Chuck says calmly. “And in this story? The heroes lose.”

And Dean charges again.

Sam doesn’t follow.

He knows what’s coming before Chuck raises his hand.

Dean stops mid-step.

His eyes are wide—confused at first, then frightened. He tries to breathe, and fails. There’s no blood. No hole. No light. Just... the absence of him. Like Chuck reached into the very shape of Dean Winchester and unwrote it.

He drops.

No scream.

No last words.

Just a thud.

Sam doesn’t remember falling to his knees.

He doesn’t remember screaming.

But he does.

He does scream, loud enough to crack his voice into pieces, until it’s just sobbing noise and shaking fists and useless tears. The kind that come from deep in the gut—the kind that don’t save anything.

Chuck steps over Dean’s body like it’s a coat dropped on the floor.

“Your turn.”

Sam closes his eyes.

He thinks about Jess. About Dad. About Kevin. About Eileen, even now. He thinks about Castiel’s goodbye. About Jack’s tiny smile when he told them it would be okay. About Dean’s hand on his shoulder last night—steady, warm, real.

He thinks about the people they saved. The monsters they stopped. The small kindnesses that no one will remember.

And then he opens his eyes and looks up at Chuck.

“I hope you rot.”

Chuck smiles again.

“Me too.”

And then the world goes dark.

No heaven.

No hell.

Just nothing.

Later—if later even exists—there is no mourning. No monument.

No one remembers the Winchesters.

The world spins quietly.

The sky doesn’t weep. The sun rises.

Chuck writes a new story.

This time, there are no heroes. Just people who die when they’re told to.

And when he walks away from the old world—his last manuscript sealed and shelved—he doesn’t look back.

Because gods don’t grieve.

Only men do.

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[jambalaya-enthusiast]

Um um um

fanfic idea stay with me

famous!reader singing at a concert and she is dancing and whatever and once she goes backstage to see her bf jimmy hes pissed and yells at her for being too slutty on stage

Also i love you sm. You’re hella talented

"BEGGING ON HER KNEES TO BE POPULAR".

Jimmy x Popular! Fem! Reader.

Being a famous singer isn't for the weak. Sure,it has its fair share of pros and benefits. Fame,Luxury,Wealth,Respect, Attraction. all of it naturally comes to you once you've hit it big.

The problem lies not on stage,but rather behind it. People think that being in the entertainment industry is full of glits and glamour,and maybe it is. Just not when he's pissed.

You met jimmy quite a while ago at a club, while attending one of your advertisement events. You're not exactly sure what attracted you towards him,maybe it was the way he smiled?...or maybe it was how he stared so intently at you... whatever it may have been. You both hit it off and began dating.

And it sure has been a ride.

It was one of your tour days,scheduled in Santa Barbara, California. You were having the time of your fucking life, singing,dancing,being one with your audience which you worked so hard for. The high which tens of thousands of people singing your lyrics gives you is certainly unexpected and wild.

You finished the days event and were getting ready to wrap up,to say that you were exhausted would've been a dire understatement.

aa you went backstage,you found yourself in a predicament which you were dreading to face.

There he was,your oh so loving boyfriend, standing with his back pressed against one of the firm walls,if stares could kill,you would've been dead.

"you sure had a lot of fun dancing today,huh?".

you gulped,then sighed but remained silent,your eyes not moving away from his,you simply didn't understand what you did this time.

"answer me when I'm asking you something, slut".

your eyes widened,he was always aggressive sure,but he never used such foul words to address you before,you were genuinely confused as to what pissed your boyfriend off so much for him to be behaving this way.

'jimmy? what are you talking about? what did I even do?".

"what did you do huh?".

then in a flash of a moment,you found yourself roughly slammed against one of the backstage walls,your hair in your boyfriend's rough hands,he grabbed your hair so tightly that your eyes started tearing up.

"who were you trying to seduce acting like a fucking WHORE up there huh?! AM I NOT ENOUGH for you?! How many fucking men do you want using your cunt, BITCH!?".

you were appalled and speechless at your boyfriend's sudden accusation,you didn't even understand which step of your dance pissed him off so much.

"jimmy- what-? H-have you gone mad? This is my fucking job!"?

without wasting a single second,you felt your face rip to the side,your cheeks felt warm and painful,jimmy just slapped you so hard that you could practically feel the heat radiating off of your cheek.

"don't you dare ever talk to me in that tone you fucking harlot,I'll make sure to teach you a lesson once we reach our hotel room,then maybe you'll understand that good women don't go acting like whores for other men".

and with that he dragged you away into his car,and you were left unsure and dreadful of what is going to follow next in that god forbidden hotel room.

[humongousgothskeletonfarm]

TGR CHAPTER 7 THOUGHTS

- oh! possible implication that laila has been assaulted before and that’s why she was so quick to realise what grayson did to jean :(

- jean working so hard not to give into the aggressive tendencies he learnt at the nest (slapping someone for not getting a drill right) he’s trying sooo hard he’s healing slowly but surely :(

- i think i said this when i was reading tsc but jean and aaron both sitting in silence during their therapy sessions with bee is so funny to me they r so similar but they hate each other

jean, aaron and neil could be the funniest, meanest and strongest friend dynamic if only they would all get over their disdain for each other long enough to realise they are all the same

- jean keeping his wristband on from the 4th of july party is so cute he had such a good time

- AARONS TRIAL IS HERE

- “Andrew threw it halfway across the street, and the look on his face said he had every intention of sending the journalist after it.” my shaylaaaaaaaa god i know this is kinda funny but it’s just so fucking devastating that he is about to have all of his trauma put on the stand for everyone to see and tear apart and make comments on just so his brother can be found not guilty

- WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN KEVIN AND ANDREW

- the guards having to physically move nicky away from fighting with his parents :(

- god laila i love u sm

laila brushing jeans hair while jean gives commentary on the match is so wholesome, giving each other comfort and a distraction to ground them

- FUCK YEAH AARON CLEARED OF ALL CHARGES MOTHERFUCKERRRRR

- “Andrew would have burned the judge’s house to the ground if he turned on Aaron. Maybe he knew that?” THIS IS SOOOOOO !!!! ANDREW LOVES AARON ALSO KEVIN CRACKING JONES

- kev complaining about the fact that mack cancelled practise is so funny to me

- as much as i say i would want to be friends with jean, i fear that (like andrew) he would actually hate me and be so mean to be and i probably would cry

- “They are scared of us,” Kevin noted. ​Kevin agreed, then: the cars were an attempt to buy the perfect Court’s discretion. “Should they be?” ​Kevin took his time responding, and then just sent, “Remains to be seen.” OH KEVIN I LOVE U U R SO MUCH BETTER THAN THE RAVENS U DESERVE TO TELL UR TRUTH

- 🤞🕯️manifesting andrew (and possibly neil) travel with kevin for the interview🕯️🤞 im begging for any crumbs of my faves

CHAPTER EIGHT

- kevin day jeremy knox friendship is so fucking wholesome,, jeremy just wants to give kev a tour of LA!!!

- YESSSS ANDREW IS HERE IM FUCKING SCREAMING THANK U NORA I NEEDED THIS IM ACTUALLY GRINNING AND KICKING MY LEGS RN CANT WAIT TO SEE SOME KEV/ANDREW AND ANDREW AND JEAN BANTER

- “Vodka, generally,” Kevin said, “but I can work with beer.” i snorted

- idk kevin and andrew sharing a suitcase is adorable to me

- “Dreadful as always,” was the sour response. “But they are twice as worthless off the court as they are on it, so I will suffer them for two more years.” oh kevin u love them really

- “Only if Neil develops a tolerable personality,” Kevin said when Jeremy asked, and Jeremy tried to pass a laugh as a cough. — again, kevin u love him really

- NEIL U LITTLE SNEAK LMAOOOOO JEREMY ACIDENTALLY PUTTING HIS FOOT IN IT BY SAYING HES SHOCKED NEIL DIDNT COME TO VISIT JEAN AGAIN

- oh god i forgot about andrew and california and it’s literally two weeks post trial jesus christ

- JEREMY RECOGNISING JEANS ATTRACTION/CRUSH ON KEVIN???

- “He will be Court,” Jean said. ​“So will you,” Kevin said. !!!!! AHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!

- laila wanting to talk to andrew coz he’s such a good goalkeeper is cuteeee

- completely unrelated side note, i’m currently in the middle of the chapter but my favourite reality tv show is on (married at first sight australia) and unfortunately i am unable to multitask

- “before Jean sent Kevin a sullen look and said, “Jeremy is studying for law school.” ​Kevin’s jaw dropped. “No.” ​He rounded on Jeremy,”

jean and kevin ganging up and taking the piss out of jeremy is hilarious

- JEAN DESERVES PEACE!!!!

- i’m now watching how to get away with murder aka my current hyperfixation, sorry tgr!! ur in the back burner for a sec

- ok we’re back!!

“I have no reason to fight,” Kevin said. “Everything I want and need still lies ahead of me; it is a waste of time to look back so long as that holds true.” THIS IS SOOOO DEVASTATING

and then he says

All I want in life is to play the perfect game.” After a beat he added, “And to know why you are applying to law school.

- kevin really does profess his love for his friends by telling them they deserve to play Court with him

- “Thank you. You’re a good friend, Kevin. I hope you know that.” ​“He and I are not friends.” ​“But you’re mine,” Jeremy said, and said again, “Thank you.” yeah this just stabbed me and kissed me lightly on the forehead at the same time

CHAPTER NINE

- “It’s in my contract,” Jean finally said, because what else could he do but bite his tongue and bow his head? “I agreed I wouldn’t misrepresent the Trojans in public. I will behave.” oh jean but you’ve been forced to do that your whole life :(

- i really enjoy how nora has written jean’s ability to speak english, she doesn’t gloss over the fact that he moved to america and was forced to learn and use the language with very little prior knowledge of it, or forget that plotline entirely and make him unreasonably fluent but rather there are words he doesn’t recognise or know how to pronounce, he falters at reading english even though he can speak it and he sometimes needs help with translating

- “ In quiet French he said, “I should not be here for this.” ​Kevin put his hand over Jean’s to hide the half-moon marks Jean was tearing into his skin. “Stay with me,” Kevin said, just as soft, and Jean forcibly relaxed his death grip.” IM CRYING THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS SO COMPLEX

- “I would prefer not to entertain such hypotheticals. I know it’s not your intention, but it puts the burden of his death on us: the Foxes for their spectacular victory or Andrew for doing what was necessary to save Neil’s life. And I will not argue on that last point,” KEVIN DAY GROWS A SPINE SO HE CAN DEFEND HIS TEAM HIS FAMILY HIS BEST FRIENDS

-“I grieve him, but I reserve my outrage for the system that led him to his death. You do not understand what it is like to be a Raven: the unrelenting pressure to perform to perfection, the suffocating legacy that weighs down your every move. It is that environment which cost Riko his life, as it did so many other Ravens this summer.”

“I’m sorry; it’s just an unexpected line of questioning. You’re the last person I expected to buy into the Ravens’ sensationalism, especially seeing how you’ve covered the Trojans for the last six years. USC’s endorsement should be more than enough to settle the debate, I would think.”

“The Ravens are out of line, and I am out of patience with their tedious antics. They should spend less time dragging Jean through the mud and more time rebuilding their nonexistent defense line. They’ve lost their major players,” he insisted. “Zane graduated, Jean transferred, and Grayson…” ​Kevin didn’t bother to finish that thought but gave a slight what can you do wave of his hand. Letting a camera see this heartless side of him was unprecedented; “

KEVIN DAY V INTERVIEWS

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he is bolddddd tn we love to see it

(he learnt his mouthiness from neil aka king of interviews)

- i have to say, if there’s anything i take away from these books it’s a reminder that parasocialism and hero worship of celebrities/powerful famous people will end badly and always make u look a fool for defending someone who will never know u exist in spite of their horrible actions. i never want to be one of those dick riding diehard raven fans who chooses to look past all of the incredibly obvious warning signs

- OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT WTFJEANS PARENTS WERE ARRESTED OMFG NEIL WAS THIS UR DOING

- andrew asking jean if grayson ever touched neil :/

- oh riko u absolute sick fuck u fucking freak i hate u sm im so glad ur dead

- ANDREW ASKING “Spoil the surprise for me. Did Neil kill Johnson while he was in town?” IM GIGGLING IM SORRY HE KNOWS HIM TOOOO WELL

- “fair-haired rat” ANDREW IS COPPING TOO MANY STRAYS FRIM JEAN THIS CHAPTER FIRST JEAN CALLS HIM TINY NOW THIS

- “You are an idiot,” Jean accused him. “You were barely fast enough to save him last time. The next time someone takes a swing at him, you and your brisket lungs will have to watch him die. I wouldn’t have given him to you if I’d known you would just throw him away so carelessly.” BRISKET LUNGS TOOK ME OUT OMFG JEAN U LOVE NEIL U CANNOT HIDE THE FACT THAT U GUYS ARE BESTIES FROM ME UR SO CONCERNED FROM HIS SAFETY AND U KNOW EXACTLY HOW TO NEEDLE ANDREW

- “Our damage control needs damage control. I will never do an interview again.” ​“Don’t lie. You like the sound of your voice too much to give this up.” ​Kevin conceded with a light shrug. “

yeah actually they are so brothers coded

[glitch-but-ya]

Just finished reading your Caleb one shot, silken chains and I just wanna rant a bit bc of how good it is (pls feel free to ignore me if u don't feel comfy to answer. Trumblr being annoying bc I can't message or even reply to a post anymore sobs)

Man at first I was doubting my eyes cause 31k one shot in Tumblr isn't quite something you'd find easily. Saw the yandere warning but think to myself, "I mean what's the worse it can be?"

AND I AM?? GRIPPING ON MY CHAIR. I literally have no words– just speechless over the way you have written him, written the mc.

Coming from a psychology student myself, I just enjoyed sooo much how you explain the way mc brain works. How it feels we're one step further trying to cover this mystery while Caleb isn't even there, like of course he isn't?? It's still a part of his plan somehow, and I just??

10/10 gonna follow you and probably reread it just for trying to dissect every words there cause legit think mc can outsmart him but nah ahaha.

ANYWY THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS FOOD WHOOO, haven't find much really dark psychological story about his brain (I wanna open his head and study it I swear to God). So I'm just 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

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THANK YOU ANON!! I appreciate it sm😭

I really enjoy asks like these so don’t worry!!

(Brace yourself for a long yap session)

I’m so glad a psychology student enjoyed my work. Honestly, while writing this, I was so afraid that a psychology student may read this and wheeze at how inaccurate everything is😭 I did some research to ensure I get things right (for the most part) because I was afraid I’d end up writing something corny instead of an actual ‘psychological thriller/horror’. I’m very interested in psychology myself. I have been ever since I was a teen. I love writing psychological thrillers as much as I enjoy penning philosophical stories (two very differing topics to be interested in, I know, but to me, they’re very similar). And that’s technically what prompted me to write this fic!! :3

I feel like tumblr has a lack of good, long Caleb fics and just long fics in general, so I wanted to be (or at least, I attempted to be) the one to write it!! I also think tumblr has a lack of genuine psychological thrillers which aren’t just romanticism of yandere/dark romance tropes (nothing wrong with enjoying those types of content, it’s just that the romanticism often throws away the fear of it all— the dread of being wanted obsessively by a mentally unstable individual, and instead focus on romance. It’s just a personal criticism of mine which may not align with others).

Writing Reader was incredibly tough. There were so many unwanted variables at play that just curating her personality was an arduous task that made me want to delete the whole fic and rewrite it (I didn’t, thank God). Your usual criminologist would be completely objective and unfazed and to a certain extent, reader is exactly that, but she’s also soft at heart and she is especially emotional regarding this case with Caleb due to her suppressed feelings for him and the importance he has in her life. That conflicts greatly with her professional side and was just, in general, really tough to write.

(I sent like a 20 minute yap to my friend just crying over this problem😭)

But I’m glad I managed to write her in a way that pleases you all! And yeah, in general, I’m really grateful people like my fic enough to leave asks, replies, and comments on reblogs! I’ve been having a horrible time the past few days, and one of the only things keeping me afloat are these kind comments💕

Thank you, 🐰 anon!

(SORRY FOR YAPPING)

[peace-for-levi]

Masterlist

just thinking about Nanami being so patient with you when you’re learning how to drive??? like he’d take you out as often as possible to practice manoeuvres with you (like reversing around a corner, or three-point turns, etc.) no sassiness, no berating when you make silly mistakes. but also being there for you constantly and reassuring you that you’re not going to hurt him or anyone else when you’re behind the wheel like UGH

he’s just the best SO. i love him sm fuck you gege !!!!! so i got to writing. not my best work considering i pumped this out within 15 mins but it is meant to be a drabble more than anything

He’s standing outside the test centre, waiting for you to come out. He’s holding a bouquet, hiding it behind. He doesn’t care about the result, the flowers are for the fact that you tried your best. Shades of amber and rose shine through the cirrus clouds, and he sincerely hopes this joyous and beautiful evening will be reflective of your mood in a few minutes. Though he tells himself he doesn’t care if you pass or not, he already knows you have. He was following you a few cars back, trying to not distract you but also observing you from afar.

Just a few nights ago, he suggested you two go out for a drive and see how you got on. Would you remember everything? Unfortunately, you panicked after a few mistakes that you couldn;t let go of, and after an hour of driving, you had to pull in.

A hand snaked towards your thigh, resting there. You were shaking and breathing heavily. Your fingers spread and you were pulling at the fat of your cheeks in dread; in terror. You stared down the street, eyes as wide as plates. You were imagining every possible scenario that could have unfolded from every mistake.

He wished he could take this dread away, but he knows that anxiety when learning to drive is perfectly normal. But you were just so, so tired of depending on him for lifts home for work.

But Nanami didn’t mind – in fact, he loved it – driving you home from work. Not when the highschool and your office were so close. It only ever felt like a minor pitstop on the way home.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay. Mistakes happen,” he assures you, with his hand firmly gripping the handbrake.

“Ken, you don’t get it! I can’t make mistakes when driving – not when mistakes can kill someone!”

At the time, he sighed and took over. He drove the two of you home, not knowing how (or if) he could comfort you. Not when you were so wound up over this test. You probably weren’t going to feel calm behind the wheel until you passed your test.

He did say the following: to breathe. And that your anxiety would be your greatest downfall during a driving test.

So now, he just had to play the dreaded waiting game. He even let Yaga and Gojo know that he was leaving work early, just to be sure he could meet you in time.

Flowers in hand, he checks his watch. He hears the door open from the centre and he is walking over slowly. Your figure emerges slowly, and he can practically see the rain cloud hanging over your head. You stop momentarily, seeing the not-so-subtle bouquet. He takes you into his arms faster than you register. He leans down and presses his lips to your forehead, followed by a ruffle to your hair.

“Kento… I, uh… I–”

“Shh. Darling, don’t give me that look… Just know that I am happy you even attempted the test in the first place.” He pulls back and notices that you’re smiling. “Oh, for god’s sake, you–”

“I’m sad because I look horrendous in my licence! My full licence, not just learner!” You cheered. You excitedly spun around, flashing the piece of plastic before leaping back into his arms. “Thank you for your patience, Kento.”

He hugged you tighter, a warm smile spreading over his lips. Delighted your anxiety didn’t get in the way, delighted you remembered to breathe and simply happy that you took this leap of faith and did your best.

He took a peek down at your licence and smiled fondly. “If it makes you sad, can you ask to retake it? But for what it’s worth, I think you look nice in it.”

You elbowed him in the side. “Charmer,” you said with a grin.

“Guilty as charged.”

i have horrible driving anxiety, and my test is in six weeks. this drabble/word vomit is me projecting and wanting nanami to hold me afterwards LOL help me i need to be sedated

[the-ellia-west]

Mangrove

✧༺ ༻✧ Character Intro ✧༺ ༻✧

✧༺ General information ༻✧

Name: Mangrove Koryce

Gender/Sex: Male (He/Him)

Age: 19 years old

Species: Fallen god/Shapeshifter

Birthdate: June 16th

Birthplace: Sunhaven, Realm of the Heavens

Occupation: None (Being a nuisance)

Social Status: Outcast

Story Role: Secondary Protagonist/Rival

✧༺Personality༻✧

Mangrove is a snarky, sarcastic ball of sass who doesn’t like taking orders and does what he wants when he wants. Mangrove makes a habit out of tormenting the local townspeople for his own amusement. Shunned and silently discarded for the moodswings that come with his Bipolar disorder, Mangrove has taken to other methods to find validation in respect and fear

MBTI Type: ENTP

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Likes: Adrenaline, Gold, Metals, anything valuable, Magic, Powers, Sunlight, Power, Cats, His uncle Caius, Mangoes, Thick trees, Freedom, Catharsis, Ways to express his emotions, His dreads, Loose clothing, Dawn and dusk, Stories, Control, Gambling, Power highs, random chance, tormenting mortals, Chaos, Shapeshifting, Being sassy/snarky, Respect

Dislikes: Being challenged, Being insulted, Taking orders, the colors red and orange, Salt, Crackers, Being second fiddle, powerlessness, darkness, silence, shirts, his emotions being stunted and called too much and invalid, Being vulnerable, talking about his feelings, being normal/just like everyone else

Goals: Regaining his immortality and power, Making Everyone who hurt him pay, Put things back the way they were, See Caius

Greatest Fear: Being forgotten, Death

Greatest Strength/Weakness: Ambition

Teammates he Likes: Wild, Morena, Phenik, Rose

Teammates he Dislikes: Ronan, Finn, Jakkon

✧༺"Who are you?"༻✧

"You don't know who I am? HAHAHA, you're funny! Mangrove, that's right you're standing in the presence of the god of chaos and fun, tricks and lies. I like you, silly little mortal. You have a air to you that tells me you'd make a good story. And I've always liked a good story!"

Wip Intro/Profile Masterpost

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[enterwittyjokehere]

Ghosts of the Past

[Fujin x revenant! Afab reader smut]

[⚠️Warnings⚠️]

[Afab reader]

[No pronouns used]

[Heavy smut 18+ only]

[Multiple org*sms]

[Oral afab receiving]

[Fingering]

[Semi- teratophila]

Fujin remembered your life together with fondness, it was what led him to visit Earthrealm and learn more about the people you had come from.

Being a God and essentially immortal, he knew the two of you would not last long from the beginning of your relationship. However, that did not stop the passion the two of you had held for each other.

Fujin missed you in every way since you were ripped away from him. He missed finding scratches littering his back, he missed you reading your favorite classic literature to him, he missed you.

He often got these somber reminders when he would see people who looked like you, other humans, with similar features.

Something small like your hair color or your eyes, although, for the past few days, it had been almost like a cruel prank. He swore he was seeing humans who looked exactly like you, not just with your hair or eyes. But you.

He could easily shake these feelings away clearly it wasn't you. You had been taken from him decades ago, besides you never had that sinister aura about you.

You had always been kind and cute, unlike this spectre following him around earthrealm. When it happened again, this time the feeling of dreadful deja vu had him almost inebriated with a mix of dread and confusion.

Sitting in a coffee shop, similar to one you would take him to, the dull imposter walking into the line. The familiar feeling of being watched took over his senses, he glanced up and the lookalike quickly removed their stare.

Now, being the best look fujin had gotten of the mimic, he could easily see the cracking skin and dull grey completion. He knew what was going on, but he couldn't bring himself to accept it. Why would anyone bring you back?

To haunt him?

To track him down and do elder gods know what with him?

Necromancy was frowned upon for a reason, he grabbed his drink along with the book he had buried his nose in and left through the side door.

Whatever sick game someone was playing fujin had already decided he would not be a part of it.

The entire rest of the day, the wind God was on edge, feeling at any moment he could be ambushed. He went home, he had found a house similar to the one you and him had shared all that time ago. Still living quaintly even though he could do much better, fujin had come to enjoy the more quiet life.

As the day settled into night, Fujin's mind had also settled, fear no longer tormented his waking consciousness. As he laid out spread on his large bed, reading a book, he had surely read a hundred times before. 

A noise from the deep recesses of the house stirred him, almost immediately he searched, looking for the cause of the sound. 

His heart beat pounded in his head, “Hello?” 

Fujin's call was not met with an answer, he laughed to himself, licking his trembling lips as he mumbled, “Come now, Fujin, you're being foolish. There's nothing here.”

Turning on his heel, he gasped and stumbled back when a dark and demented figure stood directly behind him. It was you. Well, not you you. It was your revenant, an undead version of you, only alive due to necromancy.

“Why do you run from me, Fujin?” Your voice was eerily monotone, it sent shivers down Fujin's spine.

“I am not playing this disgusting game.” Fujin declared pushing past you, in an attempt to leave the conversation.

The sound of your voice quickly turned him around, “Fujin, please, I want not to harm you, my gentle love.” 

Disgust filled Fujin's senses, but at the very base, happiness sprung from hearing your pet name for him. It had been so long since he had heard those words.

“You're not… you. You're a revenant, I am not so foolish as to not know that you no longer have feelings.” His words were spat at you, a frown donned your features.

“What can I say, love, even in death, my heart longs for you.” You approached him, placing your cold dead hand on his shoulder, “I'm breaking a lot of rules by being here right now.”

Fujin’s eyes flicked to you, your dull grey completion and cracking skin did little to convince Fujin that it wasn't you. Giving him a soft smile, that only retracted when your hand did as well, “but if you no longer feel the same, perhaps I'll go back to the netherrealm, do whatever it is that Liu Kang and Kitana have planned for me.”

The words you spoke, accompanied by how hoarse your voice sounded, drew Fujin in, you sounded sick, ill, nothing Fujin hadn't already seen. 

“Wait, no…” Fujin said, taking your hands into his own, “if what you say is true, you're not after me… why have you come here.”

Your eyes dropped to the ground beneath your feet, “I was sent to spy on your brother, while doing that he mentioned you still living among the humans in earthrealm… at first I was jealous, I'll admit, I thought you had found a new love.”

Fujin's heart swam at the thought of you being jealous, he had missed you dearly, living among the earthrealmers proved that much. 

“I, originally, came here to see for myself, to see if you had… replaced me, and then you kept running from me… It hurt me, Fujin, I only wanted answers. From the moment I was resurrected, you were the only thing on my mind.”

Fujin's soft smile covered his face, “Oh my precious wind flower, how I have missed you.” 

As his strong arms enveloped you, fujin pulled you closer, kissing you slowly. A whine left the wind God's mouth as you pulled away from the embrace, “Fujin, you mustn't tease me, it's been so long.”

You tugged on the fabric of Fujin's top, his hands resting on your hips as a pensive smile adorned his bright features, “My dearest one, you are absolutely correct, we have much time to make up.”

Fujin began an assault on your neck, biting and kissing the sensitive area, your lifeless hands reaching up to pull at his hair. 

“Come, we shouldn't waste more time.” Fujin said, taking your hand, placing delicate kisses to the cracking, grey flesh.

“Lead the way, my sweet breeze.” 

Fujin took you to the bedroom, large and decorated beautifully, almost reminiscent of the room you had when you were alive…

“F-Fujin?” 

“It's no coincidence, I see things I think you would like so I bring them home… old habits die hard…” He answered almost as if he could read your mind, although if he could read your mind, you wouldn't have gotten this close.

“It's perfect, Fujin, absolutely and wonderfully perfect.” You smiled, and almost for a second, Fujin was back with you, back before you died, happily living his immortal days in a quiet and happy town. Lazing around on the weekends and traveling around with you during the week, the small and trivial things that should not have mattered to a God, yet they made him undeniably happy.

“Like you, my dearest one.” He said, moving to kiss you, his weight on top of you pushing you onto the bed.

The fluffy comforter rose around your body, framing you beautifully, Fujin pulled back to admire you. Smiling to himself, he licked his lips, “I've missed you, your absence drained me so, to be in your light again, makes me happier than I have been in the last few decades.”

“Always the sweet talker, Fujin.” 

Hands traced down your hips, digging into the trousers you wore, feeling your flesh against his own. Fujin let out a soft whimper, “May I?”

“Please.” You nodded, taking the opportunity Fujin stripped you of your pants, tossing them to the side, staring at your body like a starved man looking at a great feast.

His hands rubbed the flesh of your leg, pulling it up onto his shoulder as he toyed with your clothed core. Shuddering as the pleasure ran through you, your mind stumbled across thoughts.

Fujin moved your underwear aside to insert his fingers, thrusting them into you quickly. He watched as you squirmed beneath him, his free hand massaging the doughy flesh of your thigh. The eyes of the God peered into you, fully enjoying the display you were putting on.

“Fujin-!” The building feeling of ecstasy clouded your mind, your hips involuntarily grinding against his large fingers. 

“Yes, my darling, just like that.” His fingers began to curl the pads of Fujin's fingers stroking the sensitive area. 

A small simper moved to his face as he pushed your legs further apart, pressing a kiss to your cl*t. Before he began to rub the small bundle of nerves, the wet massaging feeling made you see stars as you bucked and moaned.

“Fujin, please-!” You cried, breathless and needy, your eyes were glossed over in pure ecstasy.

Fujin moved his hand before replacing it with his mouth once more, suckling sweetly on the nerves, erupting more of a response from your hoarse voice. His now free hand moved back over to tug softly on your thigh, his hand grabbing and pinching at the sensitive skin.

Slightly moving away from your cl*t, he spoke pushing air on the sensitive nerves as he did, “Patience…” 

He continued teasing the button, his tongue licking it and moving his lips around it to gently suckle on it. That combined with the movement of his hands was amazing, you swore under your breath as that all familiar tightening got closer and closer to snapping.

Fujin moaned against your clit sending shockwaves through you, your core tensed around his fingers. Fujin pumped his fingers into you, pumping you through your orgasm, stopping as overstimulation faded in.

Fujin's face was removed first, followed by his fingers, pulling away from you. Your own hand moved to hold your cl*t, your hips jerking as you did, “F**k, Fujin.”

A laugh erupted from him, earning your attention, “Oh my sweet dear, I am all but finished.” 

It was Fujin's turn to remove his trousers, you leaned on onto your arms to watch. Fujin undressed himself, completely looking to you. He motioned for you to remove your own shirt.

“Come get it off me.” You teased, Fujin licked his lips before pouncing onto the bed, he hovered over you, kissing you gently. His hands settled at the hem of your garment, breaking the kiss to slip it off. 

The shirt Fujin wrestled off you was discarded, tossed to the side, he set back to look at you. Now completely exposed to him, he held his p*n*s in his hand, pumping it slowly.

Prec*m leaked from the red tip, your body ached for him, your core subconsciously closing around nothing, wanting him. Fujin could tell how needy you were, squirming around beneath him, like you hadn't already had an org*sm. 

A deep breath released from Fujin as he moved to bend down over you, his hands settling on your hips. “You're too good for me, my love.”

You shook your head, smiling, although every inch of your consciousness told you, you had no right to smile. Not after what you were sent here to do.

He gently pushed himself deep into you, your legs wrapping around his waist, “wait, wait, Fujin.”

“Take your time.” He said, patting your leg, reassuringly.

After a few moments passed, you had adjusted and your body craved more, “O-Okay, I think I'm good Fujin.”

His glowing eyes lighting up as you spoke, his hands found your hips once more as he made sloppy thrusts inside of you. His grip on your hips was gentle as though you were fragile and yet the force of his thrusts were enough to hit the very back of your core.

Fujin was getting so close, so quickly to that special place, he grunted as he f**ked you. Moving down to place kisses along your neck, your small and cold hands found his hair. Tugging gently on the base of it, nearest to the scalp, he bit down on your skin, bite marks left up and down your body.

Once Fujin hit that already more sensitive spot in the back of your body, he slammed into it. Throwing you into your second climax, it wasn't long before the squeezing milked Fujin to his as well, he groaned and swore as he delivered sloppy thrusts, pushing his seed deep into you. It being the only life in your body.

After you had both come down from your climaxes, Fujin pulled out, collapsing on the bed beside you. Only then did the thought enter his mind, “What happens now?” 

“I suppose I will report back to Liu Kang and Kitana…” You spoke, your hoarse voice was now normal to the wind god, “staying here would only endanger you and the rest of earthrealm.”

“I could protect you, me and Raiden are-” 

“Your brother is not the same one you've always known. Fujin, he is different now.” You informed him.

“You should stay.” Fujin's words were mumbled, grumpily. 

“I wish I could, my sweet. I'll stay for the night, but you being safe is my top priority, Fujin.” You spoke matter-of-factly.

Fujin let out a gruff, “Will I get to see you again?”

Your glowing red eyes traced over Fujin's face, “If the winds allow.” 

When it was time for the morning to rise, you were about to leave, Fujin had just gotten up to get ready. He walked back into the room, frowning at you, “this is really it?”

“For now, Fujin. For now.”

You left reporting back to Neverrealm, Liu Kang and Kitana were not pleased about your lack of information on the Wind God.

“What do you mean, you couldn't find him on earthrealm?” 

“Your intel must have been incorrect, Liu Kang, for everywhere I looked I could not find Raiden's brother.”

Liu Kang swore, red eyes peering into you, luckily he too could not read minds.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Replies! About Jamil’s roommate, twst boys making each other jealous, Jade feeding Silver funny mushrooms (again) and some other twst stuff.

Anonymous asked:

hi i love ur art sm. i love how often u draw ortho bc some of the twst fandom always leave him out <//3 thank u and have a great day!!

Thank you, Anon!! It means a lot! <3

Ortho really is underappreciated, and I think a lot of people just aren’t sure what to do with him… and some people are genuinely uncomfortable with him lol But he has so much to offer and is so unique and interesting that I can’t really help it. He is a joy to draw, and I am always happy when people like drawings of him.

Have a great day too!

Anonymous asked:

I don't like your latest artwork at all. At all!!! It's smug aura mocks me...

that feeling when you realize you will never have a cozy morning jamil greeting you when you wake up. why even live

(DON'T READ THE REST of this ask if you don't want spoilers for his birthday vignette, I don't even know if what I'm going to say counts as spoilers or if you care about these kind of vignettes)

They briefly introduced Jamil's mob roommate, and of course we don't get to know a lot about him (he's a mob after all), but I thought it was funny that his main contribution to the vignette was sleeping through every noise Jamil makes (like drying his hair or when his alarm clock goes off). I like to think that he is the one mob student who just isn't interested in Jamil in the slightest. It's not that he doesn't think he is pretty, it's just that it does nothing for him. Jamil, you need to treasure him!

Ouch, Anon! But also, fair! There is nothing to like about that latest artwork! If anything, it’s offensive! 😤 (thank you so much <333 and also thank you for this existential dread; why even live indeed…)

I KEEP FORGETTING THAT THE MAJORITY OF THESE BOYS HAVE ROOMMATES OMG Jamil and his mob roommie!! �� lol it really would be funny if he was that one (1) Scarabia student who doesn’t have the hots for Jamil. Poor Jamil really needs to have one person around him that doesn’t look at him like a hungry animal. And finding this one guy took so much luck from Jamil that he remained luckless for the rest of his life 😔 rip

But also maybe this guy is just very good at pining quietly…

Anonymous asked:

re: jack x epel, i can see epel hooking up with people (slut smh) and not wanting any strings attached, and although i think jack wouldn’t be into hooking up…sometimes deuce isn’t around when he’s unbearably horny and he does share a class with epel, who’s more than happy to help a hot buff wolf man…and sometimes deuce will hang around ace and it makes jack jealous so he recruits epel to make deuce jealous >:3

the drama!

Oh god, the first years just keep fucking each other to make each other jealous!! 😭 This is why romance is forbidden in this kind of schools, because otherwise this shit happens! (fun fact: I have a little comic about Ace recruiting Epel to make Deuce jealous, but for now it’s only been posted on ko-fi) In all seriousness, these boys really are horny and petty enough for all kinds of drama to happen.

Epel would also probably be very into the fact that he is being this cool and mature… he would expect to be more experienced by Jack but 😔

Anonymous asked:

So which of the twst cast would flirt with someone else to get someone jealous? Also who would do it for funsies, to get back at them as petty revenge or some other petty reason?

APPARENTLY THE ENTIRETY OF THE FIRST YEAR! Shame on them! Shame on these boys! Sebek is the only normal one! 😡

In reality though, I can see Ace doing it; Deuce wouldn’t do it intentionally, he just ends up in these situations that make Ace jealous. Epel would absolutely try to do it though. Ortho might too, actually, but he would just tease a little bit…

Azul would be petty enough to do it but he isn’t super liked by others, so there probably won’t be much flirting happening lol Idia might tease Azul like that though, but it would backfire horribly somehow. I wouldn’t call it “flirting” though because Idia isn’t much of a flirt, but complimenting someone for being good at board-games is enough to get Azul mad.

Jade would do it in a very obvious way, almost too crudely for how sneaky and manipulative he usually is. But that’s absolutely intentional.

Jamil probably would, but not with Kalim – he knows that this kind of thing wouldn’t really work with him, and they don’t have this kind of relationship… pissing Azul off would be funny to him though because his reactions are very obvious.

Vil might do it a little bit; I keep thinking about that one jp RookVil comic about Vil surrounding himself with the Savanaclaw mobs during Beanfest and thinking  “it wouldn’t hurt for you to get jealous every once in a while”. Not something he usually goes for, but if he is feeling a little bit petty (i.e. after the VDC)? Easily.

Rook and Lilia both do it a lot but it’s never their intention to make someone else jealous lol

Malleus would be petty enough to do something like that though. As someone who often feels left out and neglected, he would be overjoyed to see someone getting jealous of him and upset with him flirting with someone else. He made Lilia jealous a couple of times, and it’s always such a big win for him that he can’t stop grinning very smugly…

Anonymous asked:

So apparently there is a mushroom called caterpillar mushroom which works similarly to viagra....

Jade likes mushrooms

Take what you want from this ask..... 😈

Anon, the mushroom itself is both fascinating and disturbing at the same time. Jade would be enamoured by it; both by how difficult it is to grow it and how powerful it is. He absolutely will start growing some. Why do you have caterpillars in your room, Jade? No reason. What is it that grows on their little silly heads? Just a little project…

He will definitely take his time deciding what would be the best use for it, but since he has to check if it works or not anyway, he would need a guinea pig. I guess it means Silver is getting another risotto 🤤

m1lk-n-cook1es asked:

A little prompt I had after reading the  Sleeping Beauty alternate story "Once Upon a Nightmare" that I found on AO3

"Silver fell to a sleeping spell that lasts for nine months. During this time, Lilia nonconed Silver roughly, and Silver ended up pregnant. And after Lilia found out he was pregnant, he began banging Silver in his sleep. One day, during the last day of the spell, Silver woke up in pain (both from contractions and Lilia banging him). Lilia banged Silver as he gave birth to twins. Lilia was disappointed he woke up, but happy that he had kids and planned to play with Silver more"

What a lovely family these two are 🥹

Really makes you think about how fucked up the original fairy tale actually is. It really is the somnophilia story, and Silver is the absolute star of it! Thanks Lilia for being this horrible.

While the topic of pregnancy and giving birth isn’t something that I like, the dark fucked up vibe of this prompt makes it kind of fun…

Anonymous asked:

This but with Lilia: https://youtu.be/AD95PSX7ntE?si=DRQmAWJBuonRvATT

Oh my GOD this is literally Lilia NOOOO

With his silly dance and his historically accurate Exes!

(in all seriousness, I am stunned by the production quality and editing of this video lol very impressive!!)

[inchidentally]

#idk maybe it’s ppl wanting Lando isolated out for metrics since they assume he’ll get the bigger numbers? ⬅️ I've been thinking the same thing! McLaren have fazed out content of the two of them together since 2023. We only get good landoscar if it's from a brand! 😔 Why do I feel as if the O2 event will try to pair them up with other people too?

yea honestly this and the fact that their media/marketing/PR staff had a bit of a shift between 2022 and 2023 and Sophie is wayyy more interested in keeping the boys out of trouble than pushing for them to have more content (and Henrik while not at all ill intentioned and he clearly likes Oscar, has decided to favor Lando bc he's such a natural at media) but unfortunately they're all at least partway off in terms of what fans want bc it's weird ah to have two drivers who carry as little drama as landoscar and are genuinely sweet without trying but then the media team completely blank on content of them when they've been together for literally days. or like when they sent them separately to the car museum in Spain last season??

(and like I said in those tags this isn't a competition strategy type thing bc Ferraris driver competitions are always super intense but they've never let that stop them from producing content of them! and tbh a lot of the later "landan" content was laced with verrrry uncomfy tension between them but the team still churned out content.)

and that's partly the only problem with landoscar being actually such a major, big ship that has also managed to steer completely clear of the usual pipeline rpf masses who require genuine delusion to mass like/comment on posts. so it's like equal parts reassuring that we won't turn into a toxic fandom that makes everyone uncomfortable - but it also means the ppl in charge assume landoscar doesn't get enough engagement so they don't give us more content fffffff

oh god I am expecting absolutely nothing from this mass livery reveal thing aslfghsajflg the drivers are absolutely dreading it and the teams gotta be so pissed at having this huge moment taken away from them by the FOM/Liberty conglomerate for some cheesy thunderdome moment. you're prob right to expect very little bc Netflix will be in attendance and like at the big team photo last season they kept grabbing Key Bromance Members to create Key Bromance Moments when literally everything we got of the drivers as they milled around together was so much better ??

anyway we WILL get content this season even if mclaren sm keep flopping <3<3 they didn't film anything special for landoscar after winning the WCC but we still got footage of them locking eyes and telling Netflix to go fuck itself and Oscar putting that hand low on Lando's hip after drones had lit up the sky with them fistbumping ;_;

[7surreality7]

Surviving the VMin drought (again)

Why am I suddenly missing VMin so much?

Honestly the first half of 2024 sans Vmin (and tannies) wasn't as horrible as I had expected. The boys had worked hard and left us many things to cherish and admire and not feel their absence so intensely. I think I was gloomy the first two or so weeks after their enlistment but things started to get better afterwards. Excitement started building up when MUSE was announced and while patiently waiting for it, we got the surprise of our lives!

On Jin's discharge day, not only did we see all the members together which was true sight for sore eyes but guess what...we witnessed the daddy of all hugs, THE VMin hug which went viral immediately. No one, and I mean no one can ever come close in expressing love and longing, the way these two express their emotions towards each other. It spreads so much joy just looking at the two wrapped up in each other while the world around them became a mere blur for those several seconds. I mean I don't know about others but that hug added a few years to my life, haha.

Then, AYS ran up until September, and keeping aside the insane amount of hate generated online towards VMin because of whatever idiotic delusions of the Xkook ships/ haters/ antis. it was a bonus for Vminnies. To our great joy Tae was there too in Jeju and those three episodes kept us afloat in the middle of the year. Honestly watching Vmin in the first Jeju episode made me actually cackle at how easily and often they just drift away and get locked in their own bubble even with JK around who they both adore, treat like a baby and prioritize often. They kind of even snubbed him lightly inside the play area (whatever it was called) and made it all about each other the whole time. Watching them like this in front of JK (who seemed all too used to this kind of behavior from VMin) convinced me that these two are capable of making even God feel like the third wheel, was he to come in front of them, Lol!

I do know that something changed in episode 2 and 3 and Tae seemed a little aloof. To me it seemed like at least a 180 shift in behavior, from both Tae and JM towards each other. I have a theory off course it's just something that I think might have happened .(Nothing serious but sort of JM and Tae both realizing OR being reminded what the main concept of the show was and who/ what should be the focus and hence altering their behavior on the show to being less clingy and more aware) But, all in all AYS was great for Viminnies.

I don't know...something about October ending without a VMin sighting (or hearing/ reading anything from them as a duo) has got me. I was just hung up on last year's October so much that this year's October felt like a VMin anniversary. Of some kind. And when the anniversary passed with pin drop silence from the main cast I experienced withdrawal symptoms, Lmao!

I also seem to have come to a 100% realization there won't be any VMin sightings shortly either. Until their reunion in June, anyway. So I have no hope of any messages from Jimin on Tae's birthday.

Off course all this also sounds pretty selfish you know? And entitled, too? Like why would VMin feel obligated to write to each other on Soc for the fans (shippers?) They can very well talk to each other, write messages and see each other's face everyday and might be even doing it all, we just have no way to know. So, off course they'll wish each other privately this year but there won't be any SM posts. Unless...unless..we are surprised yet again just like it happened in June (seriously I am actually going to cry for real if that happens) but yeah gotta keep expectations super duper low. I have a nagging feeling the remaining months are going to be the drought we dreaded and need to find ways and means to survive this. 7 months of labor pain.

God bless V for his Christmas collab gift to us that's coming out soon. This is a kind of song which seems to be tailor made for his voice. I am so looking forward!

[neopuppy]

I'm not gonna lie...I'm sick 😐 I don't know how to feel about this, taeil was...literally my ult bias, I know we don't know idols at all...but that doesn't hurt any less with knowing a fav of yours did something so unimaginably horrible.

My heart goes out to the victim/victims....god I am dreading knowing if any other idol was involved....I can't look at nct the same after this, sigh....

My heart...ughhh I hate this so much, it's so disgusting....it literally brings me back to the burning sun incident....I pray to God that whomever was hurt, can heal and recover because fuck...this is just fucking horrible...

I’m so sorry🫂🩷🩷🩷

I think it’s best to wait for official statements from the police, they’ll be coming soon.

one thing is for sure- he is guilty of sexual assault. other than that A LOT of false rumors are going around which need to be stopped as this really could minimize and do harm toward the victim(s) involved in the actual case. makes me very upset how ‘fans’ are handling this…

SM has a track record, they tried to cover for his ass, he’s being charged and sued. they completely removed him from 127, this is something they are washing their hands of.

I’m sorry to the victim(s) and I hope they can find justice/recover from this.

[marvelstoriesepic]

my love, it is time i hit you (gently) with all my thoughts with your like a pheonix fic, it feels almost down playing to refer to it as that, it’s very shortly, a piece of art.

often when people write the enemies to lovers trope, the parties don’t have a coherent reason for hate or dislike. bucky does and let me tell you it works brilliantly, his life completely uprooted and torn apart by someone who is idolised, respected. unable to take revenge or fight back, thrown out, used and abused. he served his purpose as a knight, was loyal and his reward for that was almost death and never seeing his family again, losing his home and previous life.

then the daughter of that royalty falls into his hands to protect, it’s probably a sick joke for him. having to cater to this entitled princess, who in his eyes has never struggled, at least not like he has. he cannot harm her, not physically at least, so his words and actions are sharp, cold, no comfort when she loses everything too, because her everything is the reason his everything is gone.

then his iciness thaws, slowly, and by the end we’re left with these two, raw and cut open, visibly affected by their journey. once eager to part ways, now dreading the very idea of it, now greedy to remember, to drink in every feature and mannerism so it never leaves in memory.

the closeness. a kiss in reach but still being so far apart, titles and status’ blocking that gap. the scars left behind will become a marker of their time together, a reminder that it did happen, one of the only tokens of it to remain.

she’ll fill gardens with him, a wide range of blue flowers because she could never quite pin the exact shade of his eyes. there’ll be herbs that she used for the paste for his wound, and the drink too. there’ll be a lump in her throat each time the forest comes into view, with its bumpy ground and glittering fires at night, littered with bucky’s presence that practically drowns it.

his final favour, for her to remember him, like it would be possible to forget. there is a vacant section of her heart and brain carved especially for him!!!! he will haunt her for the rest of her days. UGHHH, i loved it sm and can’t wait for the next chapter. i’m listening to “would you fall in love with me again” on spotify and it’s incredibly fitting.

you are so innately skilled at writing emotion, so much so that the reader feels it!! god the dread i felt at their parting, and the adrenaline when bucky thought she was missing!!! i feel so privileged to stumble upon great writers and being able to experience their stories omg.

i’m imagining all types of scenarios for the ending i’m SO EXCITED. after i finished reading chapter 8 one of my thoughts was like imagining that one scene from the i think 2015 cinderella movie where the prince scours the kingdom to search for his love. i like to think the reader if she gets bucky back intends to NEVER let him go, it’s been so good to see that character progression too, like she is incredibly strong and a lot more steady in who she is as a person now. i could talk on and on about the character progressions and keep gushing but i fear i have been rambling A LOT LMAO.

so giddy about the conclusion of this story, it’s been a hell of a ride as a reader!! so closing notes: AAAAAAAA, i think that conveys my feelings. (i am so normal about this story)

(that’s a lie)

take care beloved!!

-ceru :D :]

Oh my dear god I am touched beyond words. I'm always getting all blushy and giddy when I see you in my notifications and reading this just got me reeling!!

Ceru, my love, where do I even begin? The way you wind your words and the way you perceive my story has me utterly speechless. Wow. I am so amazed by your line of thought and understanding.

To start, I am pleased that the impact of Bucky's experiences at the hands of the reader's father, along with the animosity he harbored towards her kind and the challenges he faced during their journey together, was conveyed as I intended.

But the way you put it all into words even makes it so much more meaningful. You got his struggles on point.

You think I'm skilled? First of all, I'm a blushing mess, kicking my feet in joy. But, kind sir, I think the skilled one here is you. You perceive this story so incredibly well and it makes me so happy to hear your thoughts on it, even thinking about what might happen next.

You even thought of this story while listening to a song 🥹

I'm so happy you acknowledge the character progression because that was really important to me throughout this story. Because she finally learns to realize that she has to actively do something for her dreams to come true.

Thank you so much for another one of your lovely rambles on my work! It’s so delighting for me to read the way you progress everything.

There is no need for being normal about this story, my love, because hell I am not normal about how much gratitude I feel for you!

You made my day, my week - hell my month - all the more beautiful and I am sending you all my hugs and love! 🩷🩷

[thedevilscarnival]

Karin for the character ask game :)

yesssss thank you >:3

This thing got really, really long, so her character analysis will go under a cut. F&H's writing is just that good LMAO

Sooo, Miss Sauer... She's quite the gal, isn't she? I adore her, really. You take a person who sees so much injustice in the world and wants to do something about it, but, due to her upbringing and the fact she hasn't truly experienced hardship in her life... (yes she was kidnapped, but she had a relatively normal childhood despite The Dread of being raised on ransom) She does. Not know how things work. At all. Karin's the type of girl to chastise the powers that be and then use said powers to her advantage when they benefit her and not realize that's what she's doing. Her civilians arrest dialogue where she says she'll relish in the player being sent to Bohemia's notoriously inhumane prisons sticks out to me a LOT.

But she genuinely loves people. She loves people so fucking much and puts herself through absolute hell to "save" them. Unfortunately, she's gotta put people into boxes of "deserving" and "not deserving" or she'll go god damn insane. So she's biased, people fall through the cracks, and despite it being her worst fear there is a reason journalists like her are called "vultures".

Anyway, rant aside, ships. I enjoy Karin/Olivia because Karin needs to be dominated by someone she initially thought she'd need to protect. Go have your worldview shattered by the freaky gun fetishist who has terrible bdsm etiquette and masquerades as a Normal Girl to hide her pent up envious rage of her sister. Karin/Levi also appeals to me, but more in a way where they'd REALLY enable each other but not realize that's what's happening. Levi'd 100% fall into her Valkyrie complex and I love examining when characters go wonky.

I don't care for Daarin though. It can be good (and I've seen it be very good! Ao3 user Bobsledhostage's fic "Remaining Routine" is an excellent example of how that type of mutual spite-filled codependency can work), but a combination of it being... so common, and Karin's genuine hatred of Daan being flattened down to a "haha the wife hates her husband isn't it funny???" type beat has left me soured on it. But this game has phenomenal writing and literally every single character dynamic has potential so its a very minor, and very fandom heavy misgiving.

I'll die on my hill that Karin's not a natural blonde. It makes insane amounts of thematic sense for her character and is one of the few ways I'll be interested by Daarin, with Daan once again gravitating to a brash, black haired woman who steps all over his boundaries.

Let's see, let's see... Fanfictions... Well. I am. currently, in the process of writing a Karin/Olivia sm*t fic, but that's been on the backburner for a couple of. Months. By this point. But know it does exist. And it is emotional.

She's loud bird to me. If she were a Pokémon she'd be a yellow Squawkabilly, or perhaps a Mandibuzz if I wanted to be really evil.

I believe that's it. I love Karin a lot. I really, really do. She's an amazing character from an amazing game who reminds me so much of myself when i was 14 it's physically painful.

I hope she finds more empathy in the world.