#im crying... kind hallucinations..

[dckweed]

tiktok made me do it!gf vs tf141 bf

ugh it’s been a minute my loves and i do apologize! im back at work on super light duty and the past few days have been loooooong! as always comments are appreciated, i love lil requests in my ask box too? i can somewhat type with both hands so expect a new rosie post sometime this next week!

Your boyfriend thinks he’s untouchable.

Unshakable. Unfuckwithable.

Which, honestly, is kind of true.

He’s a highly trained, battle-hardened soldier. He’s seen some shit.

But you?

You have a remote-controlled teddy bear.

And that levels the playing field.

The Setup

The boys had just gotten back from a mission. They were exhausted, half-asleep, lulled into a false sense of security.

Perfect time to strike.

You had meticulously placed the bear in the corner of the room—just close enough to be seen from the couch.

Then?

You waited.

Captain Price – "A real tactical maneuver."

Price had his arm slung around you, both of you cuddled up on the couch, watching some action movie, Ghost, who had moved in to your guys’ home after his lease went up on his apartment was in your kitchen, making something that smelled amazing.

Everything was normal.

Until—

The teddy bear slowly turned its head.

Creak.

Price immediately noticed.

But when he looked at you—

You didn’t react.

At all.

You just kept watching the movie.

Price’s eyebrow twitched. His fingers tensed around your shoulder. Was he having a PTSD episode? Was he hallucinating?

The bear shifted forward. No. That was real, it couldn’t possibly be a hallucination.

Price, staring: "…Love."

You, innocently: "Hmm?"

The bear took a single step.

Price immediately sits up. "…The fuck was that?"

You blink at him. "What?"

"That fucking bear just moved, sweetheart."

You glance over, squinting. "What bear?"

Price’s soul exits his body.

"The fuck do you mean, what bear? IT’S RIGHT FUCKIN’ THERE—"

The bear steps forward again.

Price, already reaching for his gun: "WHAT THE FUCK—"

You lose it.

Price realizes immediately.

He whirls on you, eyes narrowing. "…This is a fucking prank, ain’t it?"

You’re wheezing. "BABE, YOU LOOKED SO SCARED—"

Price pinches the bridge of his nose. "Jesus Christ, love. I nearly put a fuckin’ bullet in a stuffed animal."

Ghost, peeking in from the kitchen, snickering: "Aye, and that would’ve been a real tactical maneuver, eh, Captain?" You can’t help but cackle at his words, suddenly enjoying the extra body living in your house.

Price just groans, shaking his head. "I hate this fuckin’ household."

You wonder silently as you go back to watching the movie if you could enlist Simon to help you out with some of these.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick – "NOPE. ABSOLUTELY NOT."

Gaz was already jumpy—which made this too easy.

You were snuggled into him, watching a horror movie, Johnny off doing whatever it is the personification of ADHD does when he’s supposed to be watching a movie with his friends.

Everything was fine.

Until the bear moved.

Gaz’s entire body stiffened.

His breathing stopped.

His eyes locked on the bear.

Then, very slowly—

The bear’s head tilted.

Gaz, whispering: "Babe."

You, calm as fuck: "Yeah?"

Gaz: "That fuckin’ bear just moved."

You blink at him. "What bear?"

Gaz, immediately panicking: "NOPE. NOPE. NOPE. BABY, DO NOT FUCKIN’ GASLIGHT ME—"

The bear takes a step forward.

Gaz, ALREADY GETTING UP: "NOPE. FUCK NO."

The bear takes another step.

Gaz FULLY YEETS HIMSELF OVER THE COUCH.

"I’M NOT FUCKIN’ DOING THIS, BABE."

You’re crying laughing.

Soap, wheezing from the hallway: "BRO, YOU JUST FUCKIN’ RAN—"

Gaz, still on the floor, panting: "I HAVE SEEN SOME SHIT, MAN, BUT I DO NOT DO HAUNTED FUCKIN’ TOYS!"

You finally break, holding up the remote. "Baby, it’s a prank!" You toss it at him, landing smack dab in the middle of his chest.

Gaz stares. Pupils blown wide, adrenaline you assume.

Then—

"I’m divorcing you."

You cackle. "We’re not even married."

"I’m divorcing you preemptively."

“I want Johnny in the custody battle.”

He sucks in a sharp breath, hand going to his chest as he rolls to his knees. “My Johnny?” Oh he’s offended. You laugh harder.

“Hey! I’m the one that feeds the bugger!”

“She’s not wrong, mate.”

A sharper inhale, you could swear there were tears in his eyes. “Scares me with a robotic bear AND takes my best friend in the imaginary divorce? Whatever did i do to deserve this hell!!”

You and Johnny share a look at him, laughing your asses off. You know he’s only fake upset, but you also know how you’ll make him feel better later, when Johnny goes home.

Simon "Ghost" Riley – "WOT BEAR???"

Ghost is calm.

Always.

But this?

This nearly broke him.

He was watching the movie, arms crossed, relaxed.

Then—

The bear turned its head.

Ghost saw it immediately.

But when he glanced at you?

You didn’t react.

His eyes narrowed. He was no stranger to PTSD episodes, but..his last deployment had been awhile ago, he had already been through his adjustment phase..

Then—

The bear took a step forward.

Ghost froze.

"…Babe."

You hummed. "Yeah?"

"Tha’ bear jus’ moved."

You looked over, feigned confusion. "What bear?"

Ghost’s soul left his body.

"The FUCK do you mean, WOT BEAR?*"

The bear tilted its head again.

Ghost STANDS THE FUCK UP.

"NOPE. I’M NOT FUCKIN’ DOING THIS."

Soap, peering in from the hallway: "Bro, what’s wrong—"

Ghost, pointing at the bear like it personally offended him: "THAT FUCKIN’ BEAR JUST MOVED, MATE."

Soap, squinting: "…Looks normal to me."

Ghost whips around. "DON’T FUCKIN’ START—"

You lose your shit, holding up the remote.

"BABY, IT’S A PRANK—"

Ghost stares.

Then he walks out.

"I need to fuckin’ lie down."

Soap, dying of laughter in the doorway of the living room: "BRO, SHE GOT YOU SO GOOD."*

Ghost groans into his hands. "I fuckin’ hate my life."

“I swear love, im gonna move out if you don’t start letting me in on these pranks.” Johnny says, wiping a tear from those baby blue eyes.

Simon scoffs. “Good, maybe then I’ll be able to get some damn peace in my own ‘ome!” You cackle again, falling off the edge of the couch so hard that Soap almost pisses himself in laughter. Simon rolls his eyes, not even offering to help you up, though you pretend not to notice the way he slipped his socked foot along the edge of the coffee table as you were falling, as if to protect your head in case you hit it. So, he couldn’t be that mad, right?

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish – "I ALMOST DIED."

Soap had just sat down.

Just gotten comfortable, you on his arm as you guys waited for the rest of the guys to be done in the kitchen. Just the way he liked it on movie nights.

And then—

The teddy bear turned its head.

Soap immediately tensed.

Then—

It took a step forward.

Soap, whispering: "Babe."

You, not looking away from the TV: "Hmm?"

Soap: "I swear to fuckin’ God, babe, tell me you see that bear moving."

You blink, turning to look at him. "What bear?"

Soap’s soul exits his body.

"OH, FUCK NO—"

The bear moves again.

Soap FLINGS HIS BEER BOTTLE ACROSS THE ROOM at it.

Ghost, dodging it from the hallway: "WHAT THE FUCK, JOHNNY?!" You hear it shatter against the wall.

Soap GRABS YOU, HAULING YOU OVER HIS SHOULDER.

"BABE, WE’RE FUCKIN’ LEAVIN’—"

You’re screaming with laughter. "JOHNNY, IT’S A PRANK—" Your face is practically buried in his ass (not that you mind), but you hold your arm out, waving the little remote around.

Soap pauses.

Sees the remote in your hand.

And drops you.

"I ALMOST FUCKIN’ DIED, WOMAN—"

Gaz, filming the whole thing: "BRO, HE REALLY TRIED TO EVACUATE YOU."

Soap just shakes his head, staring at the bear.

"I fuckin’ hate you."

You grin. "No, you don’t."

Soap grumbles. "Aye. But I fuckin’ should." He helps you up off the floor with a roll of his eyes and a smack to your ass, flipping the camera off as Gaz brings it in closer, goading him as Simon goes to clean up the beer bottle thay nearly killed him.

Moral of the Story:

You won. Again.

And now?

They’re sleeping with the lights on

[literaila]

kid megumi and gojo definitely took bubble baths together while megumi washes his hair and satoru's just yapping about how much he loves reader

“megumi,” gojo says, not even bothering to knock on the door.

it’s the boys fault, really, for leaving it open in the first place.

megumi stills, brows furrowing as his hands stop foaming the soap in his hair. “gojo?” he asks, a bit disbelieving.

he might be going crazy—it’s not uncommon for sorcerers. and megumi barely thought he would make it to fourteen and here he is, so. he should probably tell someone about the hallucinations but—

“you got it,” gojo answers, predictably, sitting on the toilet seat. “i need to talk to you.”

megumi peaks his head around the shower curtain slowly, blinking a few times to make sure the man is really there.

but he is, grinning at the tiny bit of megumi he can see, tapping his fingers on his knees obnoxiously.

megumi points a hand towards the door. “this is an invasion of privacy.”

“megumi,” gojo gives him a bland look. “i’ve seen you naked.”

“that’s creepy.”

gojo sighs, hanging his head. “we’ve known each other for so long now, and you still don’t trust me.”

“you still haven’t given me a reason to. can’t this wait? or not happen? i don’t want to talk to you.”

yes, megumi is still hanging halfway out of the shower. yes, his hair is dripping water on the floor. no, he does not care—it’s gojo’s house anyway. he can fix the ruined floorboards.

“it’s about your mother.”

at that megumi blinks. “what’d you do?“

“i didn’t do anything.”

“are you sure?”

“yes, i’m sure,” gojo scoffs, reaching out to pull his ear—which megumi expertly deflects (he almost slips and dies in the process). “am i crying on the floor right now?”

megumi considers it. then he recalls the last time you and gojo had a fight. he had to check gojo’s pulse every time he walked past the couch.

“good point. what is it?”

“as you know, her birthday is coming up—“

“are you serious?”

“megumi.” gojo’s eyes are dubious, his voice is disapproving. “your mothers birthday is very important.”

megumi rolls his eyes. “i know. i mean, are you seriously asking me about this right now? im in the shower. there’s shampoo in my hair.”

gojo nods very seriously. “it’s the only place she won’t hear.”

“she’s not even home.”

“she’s hidden cameras, megumi, i know it.”

“no she hasn’t.”

gojo pouts. “i want it to be a surprise. she always finds out about her gifts before i can give them to her.”

“that’s because you tell her.”

“the suspense is too much. i need you to buy her something for me and hide it so i don’t know what it is.”

he sounds absolutely serious, which might be the worst part of that request, actually.

and when has megumi ever done gojo a favor?

“gojo,” megumi gives him a little smirk, tilting his head. “i’m not doing that.”

gojo groans, falling onto the floor. “c’mon, megumi, we’re supposed to be friends.”

“you’re my teacher, if anything.”

“and your father,” he juts his chin, “favoritism is not cute.”

“good.”

megumi finally turns around. gojo was never going to leave, even if he’d attempted to tackle him out of the door.

and he’s used to this, anyway. there hasn’t been a day in seven years that he’s gotten some peace.

“okay,” gojo begins again, sounding like he’s won—which he hasn’t. “i was thinking some jewelry, but you know how picky she is. and besides, she’s too rough for something small. tsumiki is already getting her that chibi mug we saw in that corner store last weekend, and whatever you’re getting is off of the table too.”

“i’m not listening to this.”

“i could take her out to dinner, but that’s not a gift. and i do that anyway. maybe i should buy her a car—what kind do you think she’d like? something blue, like my eyes—“

megumi groans.

gojo pauses. “did you get soap in your eye?”

honestly, banging his head against the wall might be better than this. at least they have pain killers at the hospital.

megumi doesnt answer, no longer entertaining this, but gojo continues anyway.

“maybe we should re-do the bathroom, you know how she’s always saying that—“

god, when will it end?

[markhellyna]

. ݁₊ ⊹ markhellyna’s fav markhellyna fics ⊹ ₊ ݁.

making this as a way to keep track of & share my fav fics i’ve come across! will continue to update as i read more lol so consider this a work in progress. if you also read & enjoy any of these make sure to leave kudos and a comment on them to show the authors some love!

⤏ Two Minds by PinkThing420

summary: canon divergent au. helena eagan has been undercover as helly r for a few months post-OTC, but decides to let helly live again as long as she doesn’t blow helena’s cover. helena begins to develop confusing feelings towards mark and lumon as a whole.

⤏ 5 Times Helly Asked Mark to Reintegrate (And 1 Time She Didn’t) by five_rat_lore

summary: au where lumon is shut down and all severed ex-employees are offered the reintegration process. a reintegrated helly tries to convince mark to reintegrate too. angsty, sweet, and really hot. bonus points for markhellyna age gap mention and a little bit of professor/student roleplay.

⤏ old haunt by killingcve

summary: mark is experiencing reintegration sickness and hallucinates helly showing up at his house…or does he? dubcon enjoyers rejoice!

⤏ The Summoning by five_rat_lore

summary: markhelly body swap smut

⤏ sweetheart. by pearlofthesea

summary: mark comforts helly immediately after she’s woken up at woe’s hollow.

⤏ brief hold, please by floatingonthelehigh

summary: mark notices a hickey on helly’s neck as she comes into work. she asks him for a new one.

⤏ disparate kinds by BanningL

summary: reintegrated mark & hellyna smut, hellyna is having a bad day so mark comforts her

⤏ besides delaware by audries

summary: mark & helly spend a weekend together on the severed floor directly after the events of the finale. this one made me cry lol

⤏ axis & allies by killingcve

summary: college au. professor mark & TA hellyna, im so obsessed with where this one is going

⤏ say yes to heaven by BanningL

summary: au, professor mark & grad student helena smut ft age difference + helena’s first time

⤏ sick as it sounds by brandnewtrack

summary: au, markhelena as a romcom - i cant get enough of this writing style! they have helena’s characterization down pat. the banter is too good and the smut is 😮‍💨😮‍💨

⤏ deferred compensation by catinhat

summary: post-reintegration markhelena. this one hit me like a truck. really beautiful writing, one of my favorite studies of what reintegrated hellyna would be like. lots of TWs here so check tags before reading.

⤏ Hey There, You On The Table by five_rat_lore

summary: this whole fic series is so hot but i especially love the setting of this one! mark tells helly how to get herself off from the side closet of the conference room she first woke up in.

⤏ blessed are the broken by hellynascout

summary: au where helena keeps going back to church…to see priest mark scout

⤏ a helping hand by eclipsj

summary: helly can’t come so mark helps her out

⤏ Freaky Friday by PinkThing420

summary: PinkThing420 my beloved!! after reghabi floods mark’s chip, he wakes up in the elevator on the severed floor. really hot omarkhelly smut

⤏ tame your tempers, soothe your soul by IAmTheNightman98

summary: the four tempers as the four different markhellyna pairings

⤏ Office Hours by Dogbinary

summary: this is THEEEEEEE markhelena professor/student au for me. dogbinary turn this into a miniseries and you will be reincarnated as a lotus flower this is officially multichap now 🫳🪷

⤏ the hunger that wears her face by hellynascout

summary: post s2 finale. mark got his happy ending. he’s reintegrated and has gemma back, so why can’t stop thinking about hellyna? this one is sooo tasty. mark’s guilt and obsession with hellyna…oof

⤏ Miss Eagan by outsidehelly

summary: reverse age gap au. mark scout is helena eagan’s hot new intern, just imagining young twink adam here… im sweating. dubcon and cheating enjoyers rejoice!!!

⤏ Party 4 u series by cypressdrive

summary: really hot markhelly smut that’s also incredibly sweet and in character. helly wears mark’s tie and he calls her good boy 😵‍💫

⤏ i’m a dog, i’m a mutt by jam (discojams)

summary: DID SOMEBODY SAY OMARKHELLY DUBCON

⤏ on borrowed time by Red_Cardinal_Wins

summary: mark scout finally has his wife and his life back, but every friday he has to return to the severed cabin with helena so that their innies can still see each other. mark got everything he wanted, but seeing helena every week, as well as the messages his innie leaves for him on the camcorder, are making him question whether he still fits within the life he had with gemma.

⤏ secretary by jam (discojams)

summary: intern mark scout is selected to be lumon executive helena eagan’s new assistant, mark is eager to please. there is also some markpetey in here as well ty jamsus

[yuywonzzz]

it's warrior penelope o'clock !! have some doodles

(im so sorry i cant draw babies)

being a mother and going to war are things penelope would've never expected go hand in hand, but killing an infant when you could barely hold yours for at least a year is something she DEFINITELY NEVER EXPECTED.

absolutely diabolical.

this is a reference to charybdis and odysseus (penelope ver.)

this is monster and odysseus again (penelope ver.)

hehe.. i like to imagine that ody recognized penelope like.. immediately and almost broke down crying when announcing his final challenge for the suitresses. (he definitely cried, cuz he thought he was hallucinating and going insane because all he did was hope, pray, and waited for his wife and she's.. there? disguised as a beggar? what kind of trickery did his mind pull on him?)

OH- I CANT HELP BUT WONDER IS ALREADY EMOTIONAL IN ODYSSEUS'S POV... hits entirely different in penelope's pov...

and some odysseus and telemachas moments, especially with odysseus ready to kill off whoever is speaking ill of his wife and telemachas panicking for that person's life.

[cha0ticlesbian]

GUYS!!!! I’m sure there’s already a bunch of people saying the same things as I’m about to but I just saw the fnaf 2 movie teaser and I must yap about it!

I’m already super hyped for the overall movie but here’s some things in the teaser that stuck out to me!

VANESSAAAAAHAHSHSHSHHE *screaming**carcrash**dies*

I KNOW we already knew she was gonna be in the movie but actually seeing her in a scene im SCREAMINGGGG MY SHAYLAAAA!!! Also it looks like she’s not in her cop uniform throughout the whole trailer so she’s either resigned OR she’s taking a leave🤔

MANGLE!!!!! My favorite animatronic😭😭😭 they look so cool and I already KNOW they’re gonna be the scariest one in the movie!

POOKIES👹👹👹 I’m pretty sure this frame is immediately after mangle breaking that window, therefore the animatronics have escaped this movie😭 also once again my girl looks amazing<3

This is from later in the teaser but looks to be the same scene maybe just from a different angle

Now this is very interesting to me and possibly Vanessa related, in the actual clip these doors are moving as if William is moving them, therefore I think this is actually a dream sequence from Vanessa and her trauma with her dad, this looks to be a family home (pictures on the wall) and we also see William framed to look very large and menacing which would make sense if this was a younger Vanessa pov, also it almost looks like the room behind him could be some sort of workshop where he possibly made the spring trap suit? (I’m still not sure if they’re gonna bring Henry Emily into this so maybe William made the suits.

Another thing, this isn’t in the teaser but a while ago a picture dropped of a behind the scenes first look at William and Vanessa kinda thing, now I could be reaching but based on the staircase this could be the same house, I figured the scene in this picture would be a flashback or dream considering William looks fine here but something ELSE I noticed now that the teaser is out is that she looks like she’s wearing the same thing she was in the previous scenes, which makes me think it could be some kind of trauma flashback/hallucination that shes having in the present.

This picture has honestly stumped me, but it might just be a fight scene or whatever in the movie and actually not be AS important as I would think. But my girl looks super scared here and also like she’s crying, the ponytail is back (interesting👀) and ofc she’s got her gun but no uniform. She could be confronting William here. Also I honestly can’t tell where she is right now, it looks like it’s either a hospital or a school (there was a school earlier in the trailer)

This also caught my attention because it’s springtrap but I’m definitely curious about what exactly this is gonna be, if it’s present, OR possibly a flashback of the original murders.

And ofc last but not least! McKenna Grace!?!?!?! Girl what are you doing here😭 I have about two theory’s here and I personally think either she’s gonna be someone that’s kinda just killed by an animatronic orrrr she could be playing young Vanessa? Honestly probably not very likey but she played young Carol Danvers and Carol and Vanessa are both very beloved characters to me so it would be great if she was the younger version for both lol

But overall I’m just super excited for what they’re gonna do and all the different references and lore they’re gonna put in because I really loved the first movie. But most of all I love Vanessa and am so excited to have her back😭💗

[suugarbabe]

You are SO amazing love, never let anyone tell you any different. I WILL fight them 😤

Tysm for considering wolfstar!daughter, i think youd enjoy the current fics that are currently out for it. Most of them are x fred or george and it just reminds me of you everytime.

Sorry, this is probs going to be long 😬

For the prompt though, i imagine they came about reader when remus found her on a full moon as a toddler werewolf, abandond in the forest (last yr hogwarts or graduated doesnt matter, whatever you decide) and when Sirius finally finds Remus the next morning he's shocked, confused, and then melts. Big, tall, broard Remus has this small bundle of cuteness wrapped in his sweater trying to cuddle into him.

Whether youd like to continue on from there or do reader growing up or a time skip is up to you. Same as if James dies or not, whatever your brilliant mind decides 🧡 but if it helps this is how i see the family dynamic:

I think Sirius would be the overprotective kind of dad, never failing with that wonderful sense of dramatics!

While Remus is the calm voice of reason that talks himself down when he feels like he might be going a little overboard.

Of course we're Uncle Reggies little star, he will be mean to another child if they hurt you. He and James are constantly arguing over who's the better uncle.

James is the uncle that gives you alcohol illegally and doesnt adhere to a curfew.

So skip to hogwarts in some of the last years (im a ravenclaw so i always imagine reader as a ravenclaw but anyhouse would be fun to explore) and reader makes it official with Theo or Enzo. Harry's a tattle tale and tells his dad who then brags to Reggie, who the apparats him self the Sirius' to demand answers because "who was this vile thing that dared touch his star?? Boyfriend?!?! Fucking over his dead body!!" Fully expecting Sirius to agree with him. But he doesnt, he just sighs because at least they made it til 6th/7th yr before boys started, he'll give the poor boy a chance first. And then Remus bursts in and has a full meltdown. Thats his little wolf; his baby. She can have a boyfriend. A BOYFRIEND!?! He might puke. No this isnt allowed. Boys are gross. And nasty. And theyre going to hurt her. But not before he hurts them!! He's going to put the fear of godric into this boy! RIGHT NOW!! Wheres his wand? He needs to go to Hogwarts.

Its so unexpected that both Black brothers are frozen. Until Remus starts searching for his wand and Sirius has to calm him down while Regulus goads him on. And through all of it, reader and Enzo/Theo were standing at the door to 'meet the parents'.

And then however you want it to go from there love! So sorry that was soo long and rambely. Of couese no pressure to write it and take whatever creative liberties youd like!!

Thank you love x

The group had made an agreement that the girls would all get a flat together, as would the boys. So naturally Sirius, James and Remus planned and found one for themselves that was 'absolutely perfect' as Sirius put it since it back right up to a large patch of woods; 'Perfect for you, Moony'.

In the moment Remus had rolled his eyes, but truly he was thankful. By the last full moon of school, Remus had managed to transform back to himself without completely passing out. After the fourth full moon in the flat, Remus was able to still decently function after his transformations.

What neither Sirius nor James expected happened and they didn't know how to react initially. Sirius and James had lost sight of Remus toward the end of the night, now both transformed back to themselves looking for him.

When Sirius found him, he didn't expect the scene he walked upon. Remus shoulders were hunched over, and at first Sirius thought he was crying. But the closer he got, he realized it was not Remus making those noises, but...a child?

"Moony...what the bloody hell is that," Sirius voice was cautious, he was still convinced he might be hallucinating.

Remus turned around slowly, "She's like me, Pads. She...she was a tiny little wolf, I swear it." Sirius was skeptical, but the way Remus was looking down at you, every doubt was melting away. The way your tiny hands gripped on to Remus's sweater.

When Sirius got close enough, you reached out for him, and he was done for. When James caught up with the pair he had the same initial reaction. But like Sirius, one look at you and he was also convinced.

It had taken the girls no time to swoon after you, and the boys were forever grateful. While Remus declared himself your father (Sirius demanding his was Dad number 2). James became your fun uncle (funcle as he called himself, Lily rolling her eyes each time).

To say it had taken a village was not just a cliché, but reality. Sirius was every over protective father, having a flair for the dramatics any time anything happened, good or bad. Remus was more calm, essentially the voice of reason when Sirius was talking circles. You eventually became the perfect mix of the two, which they both loved.

When you got your Hogwarts letter Sirius threw a party, Remus thinking it was a little over the top but Sirius insisted, "Our little star got her letter, we're celebrating Moony." Regulus had brought you off to the side, insisting you owl him if anyone is mean to you, he'll come and fix it, "Even if it's another little twat kid, you let me know, okay Star?"

After fourth year, James let you try his beer for the first time. Sirius lost his mind, Remus reminded Sirius how much worse he was at your age and that if James was letting her try it that it was a better situation than he used to get in to.

What you didn't expect was the commotion that ensued during Christmas holiday seventh year. It was tradition for you and your dads to throw a party on Christmas Eve. You were putting the final touches on the Christmas biscuits you usually made when a loud pop sounded in the living room.

"SIRIUS GET YOUR ARSE IN HERE NOW!" The voice of Regulus rang throughout your house and you instantly froze. Sirius sauntered in, not bothered by his younger brothers tone, "Seriously, with the shouting Reg, what is it now?"

Regulus looked over Sirius shoulder at you in the kitchen before turning back to his brother, "How could you let her, huh? How could you let her do this, with a Slytherin no less? My little star? Who is this vile snake you've let touch our little girl, a boyfriend, Sirius, really?"

You held your breath, fully expecting your dad to lose it, go full on dramatics, but instead he just pinched the bridge of his nose, "Honestly, Reg, calm down. I'm surprised it took us till seventh year for her to finally decide to get a boyfriend, don't get me wrong, I'm thankful," he turned pointing at you, "but I trust her, Reg. And you should too. She's not like us. Really though, darling, a Slytherin?"

Sirius turned to face you and all you could muster was a shrug of your shoulders before your father burst in. "WHAT did I just hear? My wolf has a WHAT? With a WHO? Darling are you mad, who is this boy? A boyfriend? Oh my Godric, I think I'm going to be sick. Who is he, star? Who, tell me now. I'm getting my wand. Sirius, my wand now."

Remus held out his hand expectantly, but nothing happened. Both Regulus and Sirius stood frozen, mouths agape at Remus's reaction before a sly smirk crawled its way onto Sirius's features, "Oh my my, Moony, this is a sight."

At that moment the Potter's all appeared, the air obviously thick with tension. James looked between his friends, "Oi, what did we miss?"

When you saw Harry you were instantly enraged, your inherant traits from Sirius coming in to play, "You little fucking rat, you weasel, you knew I was going to tell them over break, how could you tell Reggie before I could tell my parents, I'll hex you Potter, I swear it!"

You started after Harry, only for James's strong arms to lift you up by the waist and hold you tight, "Woah there, mini Sirius, calm down. I think this might be my fault. Harry told me out of concern and I might have boasted about your feats to Reggie."

You went slump in your Uncle's grasp, "Uncle Jamie...how could you." You were pouting as he sat you down, giving you a tight hug, "I'm sorry, star, I was just so dang proud of you."

You looked over at your parents, Sirius now rubbing Remus's back who was pinching the bridge of his nose. There was a knock on the door, causing everyone's attention to switch towards the distrubance.

Walking towards the door, you looked back with your hand on the handle, "Be nice." The marauders and Harry held up their hands in defense, Regulus crossed his, "No promises."

When you opened the door, Enzo stood there, cheeks slightly pink. "Erm, are you sure it's okay for me to be here?" You laughed slightly out of embarrassment, "How much did you hear exactly?"

"Enough to know I'm more afraid of Professor Lupin than Sirius," he whispered as he followed you through the door.

"Dad, Father, this is Enzo. My boyfriend," You gestured toward Enzo who gave a shy wave.

Remus placed his hand on his own chest, "Oh thank god it's Berkshire. I was really worried, star dear. Really worried. Thought maybe it was going to be the Nott boy."

This caused both you and Enzo to laugh, Enzo speaking up finally, "Merlin, no, sir. Nott's afraid of Y/n actually. So you've done a good job."

"Don't start kissing ass just yet, Berkshire," Regulus stuck a finger out at the boy.

"Uncle Reggie. Behave," you scolded him like a child, he looked down at the floor like one, too.

Sirius stepped forward, extending his hand, "So sorry, my boy. I'm Sirius, Y/n's father. You've met Moony, erm, Professor Lupin, her dad. He's sorry for anything you may have heard through the door."

Enzo grabbed his hand, shaking it firmly, "It's alright, sir. It's a pleasure to meet the men who've raised such a strong woman." Enzo smiled at you affectionately, causing you to blush in front of your family.

"Look at that, Moons. Our little star is growing up," Sirius wiped a faked fear, while Remus was holding back real ones.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose like your dad had done earlier, "Alright, who's hungry, hmm? Shall we eat?" You led Enzo towards the large table. Everyone followed suit, both Regulus and Remus grumbling slightly.

As you sat down, Enzo gave your thigh a squeeze. He leaned over and whispered in your ear, "Star, huh? That's cute." You side-eyed him, giving him a slight glare, "You tell anyone, you're a dead man."

Enzo grinned to himself, "It'd be an honor to die by your hands, love."

Across the table, Sirius gave Remus's thigh a squeeze, "She's growing up, Moons. Our little star." Remus nodded, pouring himself some brandy, "That she is, Pads. Our little wolf is a woman now." Sirius scoffed, "She still needs us though right?" Remus nodded, smiling, "We'll always be there for her."

[psuedosugu]

curse me ★

suguru geto x reader

synopsis: suguru dies and returns a bit different.

notes: will probably make a pt 2 or chapter 2 to this later someday idk

Your shoes clattered against the smooth floor as you ran. Please be okay, oh god, please be okay, you begged to whatever higher being existed. He had to be okay. He had to.

The blood splatters lining the walls of the darkened corridors were not a good sign.

Please be okay, please be okay, pleasepleasepleaseplease—

You found him, lying face up in a puddle of his own blood. You thought you were hallucinating. You wanted to be hallucinating.

You stepped ever closer to his corpse, until your shoes touched the seeping blood. The liquid was sticky under the soles of your feet and Suguru’s face, so full of life just 2 hours ago, was pale, his eyes blank.

2 deep slashes adorned his chest. His body was cold, still, unresponsive, his cursed energy wholly fizzled out.

Suguru Geto was dead.

A shrill scream filled your ears, your head ringing as you collapsed to the floor, grasping at his tattered uniform shirt as if you could make him come back.

Come back, come back, come back, you begged. He couldn’t be dead, you needed him. You needed him and oh god, you couldn’t do this alone.

You weren’t sure how long you were there, but you were there until the screaming turned into violent sobs, until hands pulled your thrashing body away from his corpse and rolled him away, telling you that it was okay, to not cry, and you finally realized those screams had been you all along.

.

The next months were a long, long blur. Almost instantaneously, things went back to normal. Nevermind that Suguru was dead.

You felt angry most of the time.

You were angry that no one cared, that they were able to just….return to their normal lives as if nothing happened. Satoru and Shoko in particular. He was their friend too, so why did they seem so unaffected? Did he not matter to them?

.

“You know, staying cooped up in here 24/7 isn’t helping anything.” Shoko said, plopping down onto the edge of your bed as you burrowed yourself deeper into the covers. How had she even gotten into here? You were sure you had locked the door.

“…You really don’t wanna come out?” she asked again, her usual cheeky smile falling from her face. Still no response. She sighed.

“Look,” she started, “Im worried about you. We all are.” you could tell in her voice that she wasn’t exactly used to being soft with people like this. “You’re withdrawing from everyone, you’re always in your room, you’re losing weight….i get that you miss him but-“

No. “Don’t.” “-You can’t do this to yourself, [name].”

Now, you were pissed. What kind of audacity did she even have? “Who are you to tell me what I can or can’t do to myself?” You shot back, sitting up.

“Wh— You think he would’ve wanted this?” She stood up from the bed, looking down at you.

“Go.”

“[name]—“

“Just go.”

“You’re not the only person who lost him, [name].” But god, it felt like you were the only one that cared.

“Please, Shoko, just go.”

She hesitated for a second, but then gave in, heading towards her exit . “Im always here once you’re ready to talk.” And then shut the door.

You shivered, feeling just as cold and empty as the room you were left in.

.

You had dreams about him frequently. Sometimes they were pleasant, spending time in the park with him, or getting to say goodbye. Sometimes they were horrible, nightmares of having to watch him be murdered, to watch him suffer.

Today was a good night, you supposed. You walked with him down a nature trail, the air around you tranquil. It seemed like with every dream his face got blurrier and blurrier. Soon, would you even be able to tell who he was? “I don’t wanna forget your face.” you blurted out. The dream-Suguru stopped in his tracks, turning to stare at you.

“I don’t want to forget you.” you could hardly see his face through the blur but the air turned heavy and solemn. You wished he would say something. You were scared of what he would say. You didn’t want him to leave, not again.

Don’t go, don’t go, don’t— the air around you was far too thick, you felt like you were suffocating, don’t go, don’t go, don’t leave me again—

You woke up in a cold sweat, looking up at your ceiling. You turned your head to the left and read your alarm clock. 2 am. Your eyes fluttered closed, planning to fall back asleep until you noticed a crackling, splintering sound in your room.

You opened your eyes and looked to the right, jumping up and nearly shrieking. A curse. A curse? But how? The barrier should’ve kept it out.

It was tall, jagged, with marbled skin, similar to the curses that suguru would consume.

“Do you know how curses taste?” He used to ask you.

Now you craned your neck up to fully see the thing in front of you.

“No. Tell me, Suguru,” you used to respond, though he had already told you multiple times, “Tell me what they taste like.”

“…[name].” It cooed.

“They taste like death,” He would respond.

Suguru Geto was not dead. Suguru Geto was a curse.

You slowly stepped towards him as light he omitted dimly lit up the pitch dark room. It was an amalgamation of curses. He was your Suguru. It was horrifying. He was beautiful.

You stepped closer to him, placing a hand where you’d suppose his cheek would be. He shape-shifted into a smaller form, more like the Suguru you were used to, but his skin was marbled and shiny, his black hair long and cascading.

“I missed you,” you whispered to him. “I missed you more,” he whispered back, and you wanted to scream and laugh and cry all at the same time.

“You’re..” you started.

“Different.” he suggested. You nod as you studied him.

“A curse,” you said. “Do you still like me?” he asked, half joking, half not. You snorted.

“I’ll always like you, Sugu.” and you were sure he glowed a bit brighter at your words. His eyes met yours as you pressed your forehead to his. You could feel everything, his emotions flowing out of him like a waterfall.

The two of you were bound together now, and you didn’t want any other fate.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

I don't have any headcanons to drop but instead a question.

What do you think Killer is even experimenting on or for? For what purpose? I need ideas 😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈

I just need to an excuse to draw Killer in a lab coat so bad

Probably things to do with Determination, strange souls, and of course; codes. He will probably try to find a way to see if any other monster can naturally develop levels of Determination by placing them in scenarios that directly mirror his experiences; aka he will probably torture them psychologically.

He could try to convince them to do something that goes against their beliefs and self concept. If someone deeply values loyalty, he will experiment with what it takes to make them do something to betray whoever or whatever they’re loyal to, or the other way around.

If someone values kindness, he will tempt them into doing or saying unkind things—or anything that makes them believe others are being unkind to them to provoke paranoia. (Drug use? To induce hallucinations and then make them believe certain things are true?)

A lot of this is curiosity, and fulfillment of sadism and power. But a lot of it may be reenactment to either make sense of what happened to him, or to see if it can be replicated, or simply to prove that there’s truly nothing he could’ve done to change anything—like. If even weaker lesser things like the test subjects fell for what he fell for, then it’s proof he was weak before and therefore couldn���t have done anything, but he’s stronger now because he wouldn’t fall for such easy cheap tricks.

The next most obvious may be messing around with fusion, soul fusion. Taking and mixing and matching, seeing what could or couldn’t result from it. And if it’s possible to force a fusion.

Uh. When it comes things like humans, he will definitely try to understand their anatomy—and he will also probably experiment with pain and death. How much can a human or monster body and soul take before death? He might carefully time and measure these things. He will probably come up with various creative methods and ways to kill—what is the easiest, the fastest, the slowest, the most painful.

He will probably take advantage of his Reset, Load and Save here too. Will they be able to recognize that they have died before? Will they feel deju vu? Will they just think they’ve been drugged or gone insane? Will they not notice at all?

He will likely test a lot of these things on himself as well. How much can this body and soul take before it collapses. He might be fascinated to realize that his tolerance for death and pain far exceeds most normal people, and if this remains true while he experiments on other versions of himself as well, perhaps this would only fuel his sense of superiority.

He may mock and criticize victims for crying and being dramatic—either because he’s being an asshole, or because he’s genuinely so far removed from these concepts that it doesn’t get why they’re all screaming and blubbering. They aren’t dead yet, and they’ll be fine by the next Reset.

Or alternatively, he may be curious and fascinated by their reactions—and deliberately do and say things to gain reactions and responses. If he’s experimenting on someone he’s found himself kinda sort liking, such as Color for example, perhaps he’d do the traditionally comforting actions—petting their head, kissing their forehead, gently rubbing or patting limbs while dissecting, praising them, telling them how pretty and beautiful they are bloody/crying/tied down/being good for him/etc, perhaps promising itll be over soon and they’ll feel better soon.

I think it’d be cool if he somehow finds a way to dissect a soul like it’s a heart.

And those are all the ideas I have right now. Im not a scientist person, so everyone feel free to chime in!

{ @toffeebrew }

[azurem]

Ppssp Im feeling sad and I want either NM or ink to suffer... Are you able to write a little blurb about sadness of either of them? ❤️❤️ It's totally okay if no ❤️❤️❤️

I really hope you're feeling better! If not, drink water! I'll try my best!!

Kay I feel sadness for Ink and Nightmare are. Different?? While Nightmare's life is sad in perspective he just doesn't seem to me like the type of guy that. Feels sad. If he does, and it's potent enough, though, I believe he'd hide somewhere no one can see him and just. Start shaking. I believe he just wouldn't cry tears, but rather just... shake? I imagine he feels somewhat disgusted by the whole emotional process because it just makes him feel heavy and. Sticky?? Since I believe the goop would react to his negative emotions, becoming thicker.

I think Ink's sadness is more. Showy? Like, if he cries, he cries more noisily, real tears and all that, though I assume he very much limits his consumption of blue paint so, even if he's in a sad situation, he'll be able to bear the emotion without breaking down crying and all that. I think he'd trust Dream and Blue with his sadness, though I imagine he'd still try not to show that specific emotion to them since they'd get worried?? Same with his dads. So I think he's a noisy crier that hides, versus Nightmare that's a silent crier that. Well. Still hides

However, in the inkmare, I feel Ink would. Use his sadness as some sort of weapon, especially towards Nightmare, who he knows feels... something, about Ink's negative emotions. So if he starts feeling sadder around Nightmare (drinking more blue than necessary) he would stay around just to see his reaction. Though I imagine he ends up forgetting about it after because he's miserable help

I imagine. Nightmare would still hide from Ink even if he trusts him after the relationship is a thing, mainly because he's proud of his position as. Well. Heteronormativity. (The man) He just wouldn't like to show weakness, especially if he feels he's the one that's supposed to be the leader in the pair (even if it's not true because the relationship has no true power dynamic since they both can exert power over the other)

I feel. Nightmare would kind of suck at comforting people??? He'd just stay around while Ink cries. I imagine the experience is just... Odd, to him. Like hallucinating the scent of baked bread. Something inside him knows he's supposed to be gaining something out of this, but he doesn't so he just feels. A bit blank. So while he doesn't like to see Ink cry (it awakes in him a sort of appetite he can't satiate) he'd still be somewhat attracted to the idea that Ink chooses to be vulnerable around him. It's flattering? I imagine???

He'd get possessive over Ink's sadness, too. I think he'd go as far as to cover Ink if he's deep in the blue™ even if they're team fighting and the relationship is hidden. It would override his common sense in that way. So let's just hope that never happens...!

[your-favourite-yapper]

wait i also want 2 know what u think abt dumbledore bc i think he's kinda controversial in the marauders fandom

HIII TY 4 THE ASKKK

ily but i think im The WORST person to ask abt " controversial " xters ESP if they're men and old bc I don't rlly care abt them then nd umm....dumbkedore is both But 4 U sp deal ill gather my braincell and try to talk abt him

Tw: absolute incoherent thing below!! Pls dont read 4 ur sake

I font think hes a bad person :/ I think he's also like one of the only TRUE (canon) morally gray ppl in the series ? I'm not sure tho. I think he rlly does believe what he's doing / has done is genuinely better 4 every1 and he is making a net good.

I feel like the comments / ppl bashing him 4 "making" harry live w the durselys is soo stupid bc umm I MAY have just hallucinate that part but didn't dumbledore explain why he did that?? He had to make Harry live w them or else Harry would die?? Did I make up a whole new subplot in a book again :/ hopefully not bc I thot it was sorta prtty clear that dumbledore hated / looked down on the durselys for their treatment of harry.

i think also he spent alpt of time Not fighting grindkeward (?) instead of imm defeating him but like ?? They were friends ?? Idk abt yall but I wouldn't jump out of my boots to duel my ex-frnd possibly to the death ALSO y couldn't he just catch a break?? Why does HE have to b the one to fight him ? What abt the others ?? Smh can't a man rest 🙄🙄

ummm he did like prepare harry to slaughter himself wc is bad but I do think that the decision wouldve been Harry's in the end? Does that make sense?? But yeah in the end of the day even tho he did care for harry his treatment of harry is v shitty and if i was harry i wouldnt name my child after him.

With that being said he was lowk v progressive in comp w the other wizards ?? Am I making sense ?? Like he let a werewolf enter the school and later hired him as a tr, he was prtty kind to muggleborns from like THE EARLYY DAYS (idk his name but he was rlly nice fo the loser who wrote that article abt him when he died), he let hagrid a half giant not only go 2 school bit also gave him a second chance as a groundskeeper and a tr (wc i dont think he shouldve done bc hagrid lowkma shitty tr but i prefer him to snape srry idc), he gave up immortality bc there was a chance voldemort would like abuse it. ??and obvi he shldnt have his dick sucked for that but like ?? Hes NOT evil (i think) ? But ALSO him giving th 2nd chances is lowk not Good of him smiles bc him accepting snape as a tr, not expelling Tom riddle, etc etc. (I dont have anymore egs)

Idk I think alot of the marauder fans just read the books once (which is their choice idc) and read a shit ton of fanfics and inorder 4 regulus to b their BAMF they need dumbledore to b evil (?) Might b making that up too idk man but i litr saw some1 go on a whole rant (was ages ago but confusion is eternal) abt somefhing stupid on how in the 1st book (?) There was a troll in thr dungeons and then dumbledore told everyone to go 2 the dorms and they said that the slytherin dorms IS in the dungeons (i think this hsppened in the era ofnthe "slytherin supremacy 😎😎" posts or smth) and it was this whole rant talking abt dumbledore always forgets the slytherins bc their dorms is in the dungeons w troll !1!1!1! But like i think tgere is more than 1 dungeon(?) (Or when quirrel said troll in the dungeons he was talking abt dungeons plural (?) Like the troll is in the vidinty of all the dungeons in which case ok but the poster i saw didnt make their point like that (they said the dunegon (singular) w the troll = slytherin dungeon) ) also the whole debate on him vs snape is sooo bad it makes me cry bc srry i will 4evr prefer dumbledore to snape (yeah both of them show favoritm which isnt good but like dumbledore favouritsim. = giving gryff tons of points (which i personally dont think is unfair ?? But idk i do get the pt of ppl saying it is unfair) and umm idk i might b blacking out but i cant rmmbr any other sp thing? He gives harrylessons but like hlw else would harry kno th etuff he knos ykwim??. And snape favouritism = allowing ppl to bully ppl not in his house, bullying students not in his house, threatening to poison the pet of his student, etc etc)

but i do think he is the og whimsy guy and if we can babygirlify canon rgulus we can do it to him

[cerisahh]

arcane season two act three spoilers

(just me wordvomiting)

i’m so happy that in at least one reality silco, vander and benzo get their happy ending.

i cannot even put into words the emotions i felt as soon as silco came on screen i had to pause and pace my room for three minutes before i could even continue. he literally😭😭got a happy ending😭😭😭 he looks so healthy too oh what i would give for an arcane ‘what if’ series

i mean we got a ‘what if’ vi died in jayce’s lab = no hextech, vander and silco rekindled bromance, no jinx, CANON TIMEBOMB, mylo and claggor are alive, and zaun and piltover are practically best friends

what if silco had taken in vi instead of powder/ powder gets taken by marcus instead of vi?? what if viktor mentored jinx?? what if neither silco or vander died?? WHAT IF THEY NEVER FOUGHT IN THE FIRST PLACE????

i need to consume written pieces of alternate!silco oh the fluff 😣 i can feel it already this is just perfect slice of life/married au material let me be your housewife silco i’ll do anything

i’m ngl the ending? did not care for it. i did not care for it, was it a good ending? no i actually dont think so. this season could have been 30 episodes long and id have sat my ass down and watched all 30 twice through… NINE rushed episode and u felt it was rushed too

NO MENTION NOT EVEN A WHISPER OF ISHA? HO DIED AND NOT EVEN A SCRIBBLED HALLUCINATION OF HER? NAAAAH!

THE ORIANNA OMFHDH i NO LIE started wojacking and looking at a fake camera see image below

THATS WHAT I DID I WAS SO GEEKED OMG

i also started crying on episode 7 whenever it would cut from ekko and powder to jayce literally sobbing because he looked like a hobo stop cutting away from timebomb

speaking of jayce… let’s talk viktor!! where did his vi-nis go?? nobody knows.. every time he said glorious revolution i geeked and cringed at the same time DONT GET ME FUCKING STARTED ON SKY “i’ll miss our conversations”… “no u won’t” YEAH NO HE WONT UR BORING 😭😭 actual snooze fest why was she even in his mushroom trip lucidity void fuckfest states oeuuhh im pissed

jayce haters feel really stupid now though huh🤣🤣🤣

circling back to silco jinx hallucinating h. stop. jinx hallucinating him and him not even digging into her he was COMFORTING HER. i can’t even . i can’t . i just cant. i need him.

and now it’s OVER?? no no no this can’t be.. no no.. NOOO!!!! i better see a steady stream of silco fanfics OMG I HAVENT EVEN SPOKEN ABOUT SEVIKA YET

bro her getting a fucking POSITION ON THE COUNCIL was peak my woman DESERVES a happy ending. she was always loyal to zaun and her people and seeing her get to be in that position just yes. so good (im kind of pissed that we got a caitvi sex scene - if you can call it that they just fondled each other - instead of sevika scissoring at a brothel, ok dpmo).

don’t think i forgot about maddie yew stewpid bitch… HER GOOFY LITTLE CHEST BANG LMFAOO then she got shot #DESERVED #WHATHAPPENSTOGINGERSINARCANE

not even going to write anything on mel because although her little storyline was cool to watch i didn’t fucking get it ☠️ ambessa was hot until her untimely end though. lost a muscle mommy today raise your flags

and to summarise!

jinx: probably alive let’s be honest, gone to find herself a girlfriend (lux)

vi: alive and happy with caitlyn

caitlyn: alive and happy with vi

ekko: alive, misses powder (jinx? both)

mel: alive, now has superpowers which is sick, still gorgeous but stuck with that awful black outfit i hated it so badly

jayce and viktor: transported to a doomed yaoi novella after saving runeterra (very sad)

isha: dead?? they never showed us a body but let’s all be real and not lie she is most probably dead. here’s to holding out hope though, maybe she’s ziggs!

ambessa: dead dead dead “you are the wolf” thank you motherrr 😝

sevika: ALIVE!!! got her happy ending YIPPEE!

vi’s bro dude i forgot his name: death by a million arrows RIP

hot firelight bat dude: AAAALIVEEEE!

hot enforcer fish dude: AHHHHLIVEEEE!

maddie: DEAD TRAITOR TRAITOR DIE DIE DEAD

heimerdinger: pretty sure he got zapped out of existence but he’s lived a long time so not that huge of a blow. rip little bro though

and for my own peace of mind and mental wellness

powder: ALIVE AND HAPPY

ekko: ALIVE AND HAPPY

silco: ALIVE AND HAPPY

vander: ALIVE AND HAPPY

benzo: ALIVE AND HAPPY

claggor: ALIVE AND HAPPY he took ozempic too holy damn!

milo: ALIVE AND HAPPY worlds worst mustache though

vi: AL- oh not here. that’s fine i guess

[l0stfoster]

screaming crying and begging for more cursed au lore 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾 it doesn’t even have to be character based id be satiated with just world building but also i hv to ask ??? WDYM DALLY SAW MR AND MRS CURTIS’ GHOSTS ?? WDYM HE BLOCKED THEM OUT?? ARE THEY STILL THERE ??

yall have made me so mentally ill i cannot. i can’t draw but if yall wldnt mind id LOVE to write a fanfic for this au, im so down bad omg

HEHE I was hoping someone would ask about that!!

So yeah, Dally saw their ghosts. Honestly he wasn’t even aware that he was capable of doing so until it happened; cause as far as he was aware, everything else he had been seeing was more or less some kind of hallucination.

He does NOT tell the Curtis bros and that stresses him the fuck out, cause how the hell does he even bring that up?? Of course he feels like he should but he can barely talk to them.

He does try to eventually, but one of the bad things about ghosts is that they still mirror exactly how they die.. sooo, long story short, he tweaks out again and can’t bring himself to face them properly. The ghosts are still there, his brain just literally forces them out.

This was an inherited trait <3 He got it from his mother, who could also see ghosts (unless she was drunk, so.. she was drunk a lot).

He’s seen her ghost and that’s arguably six times worse than seeing the Curtis parents.

It’s not a very fun time for him! We’re currently discussing the idea of maaaaaybe giving him the curse (there’s logic behind it I swear!!) but we haven’t decided yet; and I think he’s really silly as a human anyways.

Fanfic is welcome with open arms <3

[flowersforzoe11]

Alex Rider S2E1 reviews!

helloooo lovely people i am back! after a like 7-month hiatus, i have just begun watching season 2! (i've been writing my fic more than watching the show which is funny but it's the truth)

i just reread my season 1 notes lmfao and a huuuge part of me wants to rewatch it all from start to finish but i simply do not have the time atm. perhaps next summer

anyways! without further ado! my live thoughts of s2e1!

-ALEX GETS THERAPY BOOK CANON COULD NEVER (this woman does not believe him SHE DOESNT EVEN KNOW THE RIDER FAMILY LORE ugh)

-omg yay Jack having a job (literally thank god the tv writers did her an ounce of justice)

-Alex as Mercutio is crazy work (he also gave one the craziest puns of all time when he died, i can work this)

-"dented a bit, maybe" oh tommy boy don't make me cry. god i love those two sm

-book Alex really did not have time to be haunted so it's cool the tv show is actually like "so this child soldier has ptsd"

-no strawberries and cream triads scene is devastating. here we are in fucking cornwall already i guess

-OH I FORGOT WE WERE DOING THE EAGLE STRIKE THING AND "FEATHERED SERPANT HIT ME LIKE A TRUCK (genuinely rest in peace Skeleton Key you are underrated asf and deserved your own season). i now see we've obliterated canon fr so i will try to not bring that up so much

-okay crazy read from Alex "maybe Cray is K7" THATS MY GUY (also the integration of Feathered Serpant into their daily life is SO GOOD UGH)

-THAT PAPER GATHERING SCENE WAS SO NONCHALANT GIRL IF I WAS SABINA ID BE DEADDDD

-oh fuck wait this is Eagle Strike so Yassen is actually here and these arent hallucinations

-ugh i loveee otto's little smiles theyre so cute

-okay if there is One thing about Alex it's that he PULLS. Sab is so lovely im so sad her role is (presumably) pretty limited in the show (side note, LOVE tom and jack giving flak for him having a lil crush)

-I SEE THAT SUSPICIOUS LITTLE VAN ABSOLUTELY NOT

-and if there is One thing about Edward Pleasure it's that he's literally Always going through it. i wish him peace more than i wish anyone peace (WAIT WTF JUSTICE FOR MRS PLEASURE MY EDWARD LOVES HIS WIFE)

-Y A S S E N oh HELL no (oh hell yes) (alex honey do not gaslight urself here please)

-I LOVE HOW THIS SHOW DOES AN ACTION SEQUENCE YESS ALEX GO GET HIM (i love watching his lil brain work)

-i forgot that alex was gaslight this entire book and i kind of love how that carried through. not a single soul not named Jack believed him at any given point and there's something so beautiful about that

-"his lawyer, if he needs one" RAW LINE RAW LINE

-ugh anyways average alex rider vacation

fuck this got long. anyways sooo glad to be back. tbh watching s2 to try and get my I Spy muse back so wish me luck. i'm very excited to see how this season goes bc eagle strike has SO many good moments. truly cant wait <3

[iloveyoongi4321]

You're Still Bleeding

Ⅰ. ⚘ Of Roses & Regrets

Synopsis: Uraraka Ochaco is haunted by the (death?) of Toga Himiko. The war may be over, but her mind is fraying, unraveling into rose-tinted memories and crimson hallucinations. Midoriya Izuku tries to help her move on, but mourning is never linear, and the past refuses to stay buried.

Preview: "Healing is uneven. Quiet. Sometimes it’s crying while brushing your teeth. Sometimes it’s staring at a cup of tea for hours. Sometimes it’s walking the same street Himiko bled out on, again and again, hoping something will feel different.”"

Words: 1.9k

Tags: tgchk, not really major character death, midoriya izuku is a good friend, horror, obsession, survivor guilt, angst, hurt/no comfort, grief/mourning, hallucinations, emotional baggage

Notes: if im being honest this has been rotting in my drafts for about a month or so.. i also REALLY need to stop writing horribly miserable queer love stories. hope u liked it just as much as i do!!! if im being honest, i dont know where to take this next lolol pretty please lmk if u have any ideas.. MANY THANKS FOR READING<333 also cross-posted on ao3!!

Blood trickles down her teeth, She smiled like she forgave me. I begged her to stay.

Ochacco doesn’t remember falling.

She remembers Himiko’s face, inches from hers. The weight of her body pressing close as they collapsed together, as if the battle itself had decided they had done enough. She remembers the rain, washing the blood away before it could dry. She remembers reaching out, fingers brushing against skin that had always been just out of reach.

Then—nothing.

And when she wakes, it’s over. The war, the fighting, the girl who had smiled through bloodstained teeth—all of it is over. She hears it in the way the medics talk around her, avoiding her eyes when she asks about the League. She sees it in the way no one tells her where Himiko is.

She doesn’t ask again.

Because she already knows.

And yet, she can’t stop looking.

She lies in bed with tubes in her arms. When she blinks, she half-expects to see red.

Instead, she sees flowers. A vase of them—roses, too bright against the sterile white. Ochacco stares at them without really seeing.

“She’s still asking about her,” one nurse mutters.

“You mean the League freak? The knife one?”

“Shh—don’t call her that. She might hear you.”

“She’s been staring at the same wall for twenty minutes.”

“Yeah, and it's freaking me out.”

Ochacco curls her fingers into the blanket, gripping it tight.

This is how it's been for a few days. People whisper and talk about her, without telling her anything. Like she's not even there. Like she's the one who didn't make it.

The discharge from the hospital is quiet. She’s healed enough, they say. No need to keep her here when there’s so much rebuilding to do. A nurse hands her a folder of papers and a plastic bag of her old belongings. The folder has her name on it. The bag has a cracked phone, scorched gloves, and a single, still-damp hair tie.

Not hers.

She holds it in her palm for a long moment, heart stuttering. Ruby red, stretchy. The kind you’d find on a convenience store shelf. It smells faintly of iron and roses.

She says nothing. Slips it into her pocket.

People talk about healing like it’s a destination. Like there’s a point you arrive at where everything stops hurting.

Ochacco knows better.

Healing is uneven. Quiet. Sometimes it’s crying while brushing your teeth. Sometimes it’s staring at a cup of tea for hours. Sometimes it’s walking the same street Himiko bled out on, again and again, hoping something will feel different.

It never does.

But sometimes, she thinks she sees her. Would it really be so wrong to hope?

In a slashed lipstick tube left on a windowsill. In dried rose petals scattered like secrets across alley concrete. In red—always red—smudged across glass like a kiss or a warning. A heart drawn in blood. A name scratched into wood. A flash of blonde hair in a crowd. A shadow ducking around the corner. Red eyes, wide and bright like they were on that last day.

She blinks, and it’s gone.

Always gone when she looks.

Always gone.

“Have you thought about talking to someone?” Izuku asks her one day, gently. He brings her bento boxes sometimes. Tries to smile like he used to.

“I’m fine,” she says.

“You’re... not, though.”

Ochacco shrugs. “Are you?”

Izuku doesn’t answer.

He sets the bento down without a word.

Ochacco doesn’t touch it. Just stares at the chipped edge of her table like it might offer her something.

He breaks the silence. “I passed by the train station last night. Thought I saw her.”

She freezes.

“Wasn’t her, obviously,” he adds. “Just some girl with space buns and a limp.”

Ochacco exhales through her nose. “You still look, too?”

“Sometimes.” He shrugs. “Old habit.”

They sit with that for a minute. Then Izuku says, “You know she’s probably gone.”

“Probably,” Ochacco echoes.

“But that wouldn’t stop you.”

She looks at him then, really looks. She doesn't know how to say the things that matter anymore.

He’s thinner than she remembers. Eyes rimmed with something like sleep deprivation or grief, maybe both. 

“You know what’s worse than losing people?” he says, voice low. “Losing the part of yourself that used to care about anything else.”

Ochacco swallows. Her throat burns.

Izuku nods toward the bento. “Eat something.”

She picks up the chopsticks. Doesn’t say thank you. He wouldn’t want her to.

But as he stands to leave, brushing a hand briefly over her shoulder like a goodbye, something settles in her chest.

Not peace, but a weight she can carry.

What would I ever do without him.

She finds an incident report two weeks after returning home.

It’s crumpled at the bottom of a file, misfiled. The date matches the last day of the war. It lists casualties, injuries, environmental damage. One line makes her pause:

Subject: League member (female). Status: presumed deceased. Body unrecovered.

She reads it once. Then again.

The words don’t change, but something inside her does.

Presumed. Not confirmed.

Unrecovered. Not buried.

She stares at the words until they blur. Then reads them again.

The dreams start small.

First, it’s Himiko standing in the rain, smiling. Her head tilted like she’s asking Ochacco a question she can’t hear.

Then it’s her voice. Low, sweet, syrupy. "You're still bleeding," she whispers.

Ochacco wakes up breathless, her hand still reaching out.

The worst part is that for one brief, aching second, she wants it to be real.

Sometimes she dreams in first person—sees her own hands stained with blood. Sees herself cradling Himiko’s face. Sees the moment her eyes closed.

Only... sometimes they don’t.

Sometimes they open again.

Sometimes she closes her eyes on purpose.

Just to see her again.

The dreams rot her from the inside, but she drinks them like nectar.

It’s easier there. 

She starts to visit the alleys. Narrow, winding paths with peeling posters and rusted gates. Ones Himiko would've liked. Places where you could vanish if you wanted to. Places heroes don’t patrol often.

She tells herself it’s nothing.

She tells herself she’s just... curious.

But one night, she sees lipstick smeared on a wall. A deep, wine red.

Next to it, the faint outline of a heart.

Her fingers shake as she traces it. Tells herself it's just graffiti. It could be anyone.

But her chest is tight. Her throat dry.

Please, she thinks.

Just once—let it be her.

But then, she recalls-

There’s talk of a new vigilante. Not quite a villain, not quite a hero. Small-time acts. Petty crimes. Stolen bandages. Blood drained from criminals—but no deaths.

No one knows who it is.

But Ochacco hears the description. Blonde. Agile. Always smiling.

Hope curls inside her like hunger.

She shouldn’t want to believe it.

She does.

She doesn’t say anything. 

But the thought echoes inside her regardless: I hope you're just as eager to see me again.

She starts walking the city more at night.

Her steps feel heavy, like they're someone else's. She thought about how Himiko always stared at her with those gorgeous, ruby eyes, like she was something shiny. Something good.

Ochacco wonders what she looked like to Himiko in those final moments. What did she see? Was there any softness in her gaze? Or was it just a mask, the same one that Himiko wore so often?

She wonders, too, what Himiko looked like to her. Had she ever really seen her? There's so much they haven't shared with eachother. Does she know enough about Himiko to keep her memory alive after all this time? Or was she left with fragments, pieces of who the girl once was?

The first time she sees her, really sees her, it’s raining.

Ochacco’s umbrella is flipped inside out, and she’s muttering curses under her breath when she looks up and—

There.

Across the street.

Blonde hair, matted to her cheeks. A hoodie pulled low. Eyes locked on hers.

Himiko.

It has to be.

Their eyes meet.

Just for a second.

But it's enough.

Ochacco steps forward.

A car blares past. When it’s gone, so is she.

Ochacco stands there, soaked, heartbeat like thunder.

The dreams get worse.

Or maybe they get better.

Because in them, Ochacco doesn’t wake up gasping anymore.

She lingers.

She walks familiar streets dipped in dusk, and every rose she passes wilts in her hands. Red petals stain her palms like cuts. Like kisses. Like guilt.

Himiko waits at the end of the path, always. Leaning against a lamp post, or crouched on a windowsill. Lipstick smeared like war paint, like ritual.

“I missed you,” she says in every dream. Or: “You looked so pretty covered in red.” Or: “I never wanted to hurt you, you know.”

Sometimes she wears a crown of thorns.

Sometimes she wears Ochacco’s old hero uniform, soaked in blood.

Ochacco always reaches for her. And always wakes up before they touch.

She starts keeping roses in her apartment.

Deep red ones. The kind that bruise when you press your thumb in too hard. The kind that rot fast, leaving stains on the wood.

She doesn’t throw them out.

Instead, she lines the petals along her windowsill, like offerings. The smell clings to her clothes.

Once, she wakes up with a thorn scratch on her wrist.

She doesn’t remember how it got there.

In her dreams, a reoccurring symbol: 

Red ribbons float through the air like severed veins.

Red nails tap-tap against porcelain.

Red eyes shimmer like lanterns in the dark.

Red lips curl, open, and whisper her name.

She's seated at the edge of a field that shouldn't exist. The grass is a little too tall, swaying in wind that feels more like breath — warm, humid, close. The sky overhead is black, starless, thick as ink, and feels as if it might collapse onto her at any moment.

The roses beside her bloom with mouths. When she reaches to pluck one, it shudders and sighs—"Why did you let me die?"

She freezes. The voice is hers. Or maybe not. Maybe it's—

Another rose blooms. It laughs. A choked, wet sound.

She stands. The ground underneath squelches like flesh. Her feet sink an inch.

A figure waits just beyond the roses. Himiko’s silhouette. Only her hair doesn’t fall the way it used to. It's soaked. Dripping. Her face is a blur, smeared and obstructed.

The figure tilts her head. A giggle. Then—

The roses begin to bleed. A slow trickle of red pools around Ochacco's shoes.

She blinks.

Himiko’s smile is made of teeth. Too many. Not human.

She starts to run—but the field stretches. The sky groans. Every step feels like dragging her legs through syrup.

And then she wakes. But her mouth is open, and the taste of blood is there. Not hers.

One night, a message is spray-painted across her apartment door.

Messy handwriting. 

COME FIND ME.

The paint is red. Still wet.

Her fingers tremble as she touches it.

She smiles.

[midnight--sadness]

okay but imagine mean toxic inho and sweet subby s2 gihun?!!!?! warning for a bit of dubcon if that is the correct term

we all know inho. he cant contain his freak, and he’s also a fucking bitch. we cannot forget their toxicity. i hope you dont mind that this is not very loving of inho at all? if you feel uncomfortable just ignore me. i just want to add more gihun whump and toxic yaoi because i just cant help myself.

gihun is again so sweet and just wants gentle sex. inho however wants to be rough and fuck him like an animal. (which i think you said but maybe im hallucinating)

and hes not very patient, telling gihun to listen to what he wants and getting mean when he doesn’t want what inho wants. also, he loves drinking his tears as you said. he’s a bit of a sadist. hes so manipulative and mean, playing with gihuns need for love and touch. poor gihun will do what he wants because he wants approval, despite the fact that he doesn’t want it rough.

- 💫

anon, i love dubcon down, okay? 😌🙌 the toxicity of inhun is such a win for me lmao i love inho possessive and desperate and controlling

gihun being so touch starved that he'll accept even the most painful touch..... yes 🙏

inho kind of ignoring gihun's pleas for him to go slower, more gentle, bc he wants. he wants to fuck gihun until he's crying. it's like he has an animal in his chest and he has to let it out or he'll die.

and poor sweet gihun bears the brunt of it, except that he likes it, in a way. he enjoys that inho loses control like that for him. that he sees gihun as this desirable thing he needs to have.

it's so unhealthy oh my god 😩

[nickeverdeen]

Hehehe could I get an Arcane and/or Nimona matchup😋 I’mma yap a lot so prepare LMAOO

My name is Kathryn (or Kat for short) and I'm in school for graphic design and communications - I originally wanted to go into cosmetology to become a desairologist, but I didn't get in. I play piano, dance (hip hop, ballet, tap, and jazz), and sing. I also produce my own music.

Idk how to classify my style so I'lI say it alternates between morute, gloomy coquette, dollette, gothic, and alternative. I also lean heavily towards the feminine side of the spectrum.

I practice witchcraft and l'm also a Christian. I have a weird fascination with dolls and I collect them, specifically porcelain dolls. Like, it's so bad LMAO my friends are scared to come into my room atp!!! Literally I'm probs on someone's rob list I have one worth $400😭🙏

I also collect vinyls. I have over $600 worth of them save me…

Some of my favorite music artists are Bambi Baker, Melanie Martinez, Solya, Elita, Ha Vay, Baby Bugs, and Mercy Necromancy. I also like a lot of rock; AC/DC, Scene Queen, Delilah Bon, BANSHEE, Gurldoll, Ashnikko (she's sometimes rock), and Ennaria

I suppress literally everything until I just burst and it’s been building for two years now so uh yay😍

My humor’s honestly really weird. I can laugh at bread falling but find a really good dad joke stupid and unfunny. I also tend to match the personality of the person I'm speaking to. I’ve also been told I’m really great at comfort but I don’t know about that. A lot of people confide in me with their problems. Like a lot..🥲 not that I mind, it just gets a bit tiring

I’m more attracted to masc leaning people but I’ve also dated fems before. It doesn’t really matter to me as long as we have chemistry, but I do find myself eyeing a lot more masculine girls.. I’m kind of attracted to men, but not a whole lot.

I also don’t like touch unless I’ve known the person for at least 6 months or I initiate it. I’ve had multiple breakdowns because someone who wasn’t a “safe person” touched me without giving any warning…… I tense up MASSIVELY when someone hugs me even if I know they’re going to. The only people that don’t have that effect on me are my best friend (who I’ve known for 4 years) and my dad.

I took a state personality test and I’m exactly 50% INFP and 50% INFJ. Legit confused the test and it gave me both💀

Im diagnosed with anxiety & depression. I've been told I might have OCD, BPD and some sort of depersonalization/derealization disorder.

I believe I could have autism or ADHD. I also have heavy hallucinations that can last either 30 minutes or 2 weeks. I have major mood swings too. One minute I can literally be bouncing up and down while wanting to blow something up and then the next I’ll be crying on the floor😭

Aaanyway I think that’s enough of me yapping have a great day babes<3

Your Arcane match is…

Caitlyn Kiramman

Caitlyn would love discussing your music collection, especially rock and alternative genres

It may not seem like it, but she has a soft spot for underground bands and loves discovering new music

Caitlyn’s patient and empathetic nature makes her a great listener, offering comfort and understanding when you’re feeling overwhelmed or anxious

She’d be your rock during your mood swings

Provides a calming presence and helpes you through tough moments with patience and care

Caitlyn respects your need for personal space and takes care not to touch you without permission, understanding the importance of consent and comfort

Caitlyn would plan unique and adventurous dates, like exploring hidden spots in Piltover or attending underground music gigs

She herself would maybe prefer a classic restaurant one, but when she tried this she prefered this

Caitlyn would like your unique style and often compliment your outfits, even suggesting accessories or outfits that might suit your aesthetic

She’d be a bit unsure and creeped out by the doll thing, though

Caitlyn would silently encourage you to express your emotions and not suppress them

Caitlyn’s love for photography would complement your graphic design skills, and you’d often collaborate on creative projects

She would cherish quiet, quality time with you

Whether it’s listening to music together, having deep conversations, or simply enjoying each other’s company

Your Nimona match is…

Nimona

Nimona’s playful nature would match your quirky humor

She’d often make you laugh with her antics and shapeshifting abilities

Nimona would love going on spontaneous adventures with you, whether it’s exploring new places or trying out new activities

Nimona’s fierce loyalty means she’d be incredibly protective of you, always ready to stand up for you if anyone tried to harm or disrespect you

Nimona would appreciate your artistic talents and often encourage you to express yourself through your art and music

Her unconventional ways of comforting might seem odd, but they’d always make you feel better, like turning into a cute animal to cheer you up

Slowly she would learn to respect your boundaries over time, ensuring she doesn’t touch you without your consent

Nimona would love discovering new music with you and often play your favorite songs during your adventures together

Despite her tough exterior, Nimona has a deep understanding of emotions and would be there for you during your highs and lows

Nimona’s idea of a date would be anything but ordinary – from sneaking into restricted areas to watching thunderstorms from a safe spot

She’d like your unique style and individuality, often praising your confidence