#Fourth official post

[faux-ecrivain]

Yan babysitter

(Fourth official post)

(This one is a bit shorter than my other posts)

“Don’t worry I’ll take good care of them!” He placates your parents as they leave, waving them off and slamming the door shut when your parents have gone far enough.

He turns to you, with a rather fierce glare and shoos you off to your room. 

Yan babysitter that wants nothing to do with you, that only took the job because he needs the money. 

Yan babysitter who thinks you’re too old for a babysitter, but he doesn’t care, your parents are rich and that’s all he needs to know.

Yan babysitter who did not anticipate you to be such an irresponsible nuisance. (What’s with the weird cultists that keep knocking on the door and where’s that strange whispering coming from??)

Yan babysitter who quickly discovers that maybe this job was more than he bargained for, maybe he shouldn’t have been so dismissive of his job.

Yan babysitter who, somehow, ended up trapped in another dimension and is trying to escape. (Turns out cultists don’t take too kindly to the door being slammed in their face)

Yan babysitter who is sure he’s going to die here in this strange dimension.

Yan Babysitter who regrets ever taking this job and swears that if he ever gets out he’s never coming to this house again.

Yan babysitter who faces the horrors of this other dimension, each monster warping his mind and easing him into insanity.

Yan babysitter who’s so close to escaping, but then he gets trapped by some weird otherworldly creature.

Yan babysitter whose life flashes before his eyes as the creature nears.

He closes his eyes and can only hope that this won’t be dragged out, he can feel the creature approach, and he can do nothing but curl up into a ball and beg for mercy.

However, death doesn’t come, no, just when the creature unhinged its jaw and prepares to (quite literally) devour Yan babysitter, he’s saved.

Yan babysitter who’s stunned whenever you rescue him and when he tries to express his gratitude you dismiss his gratitude. (This happened a lot, you tell him, you even suggest that it was your parents intention to sacrifice him.)

Yan babysitter, who from then on, is absolutely obsessed with you (he treats you like a deity, swearing that he’ll serve you forever.)

You brush him off, as you are used to saving irresponsible babysitters from the jaws of doom, then your try to ignore his constant rambling about you being a deity. (Because you aren’t, you’re just a normal person with magic powers) Yet, no matter how much you ignore him his ramblings don’t (Maybe you should’ve left him in that other dimension)

He takes your indifference as a sign of shyness, his mind warped by the brief time he spent in that other dimension. (Seriously, he’s going to need major therapy when he leaves this house) He decides to dedicate his life to protecting you or at the very least repay you for saving his life.

Which then leads to him following you around, intervening in everything you do and then isolating you from those he deems a threat. (Mostly your friends)

Somehow, in less than two weeks, he has threatened half of your neighborhood and caused almost all your friends to go missing. 

At this point, it occurs to you that maybe Yan babysitter is a danger to your lifestyle and you should probably get rid of him. Which marks the beginning of your attempts to erase him from existence, however this doesn’t sway him, and he somehow believes that the person targeting him is actually aiming for you.

So, now, you’ve got an overprotective babysitter watching your every move and probably hiding in your walls. (Maybe you should have let him rot in the other dimension, less trouble and you wouldn’t have had to explain to your parents why the demon in your basement is still hungry)

Yan babysitter who promises to always protect you and to be by your side forever. (He’s such a nuisance)

(Sorry for the short post, I was somewhat distracted by the tv when I was writing this.)

(Regardless, enjoy this post and feel free to comment)

[nelelen]

I am deeply appreciative of whoever in FFVII Ever Crisis’ team is vicariously living their Suave Vampire Boyfriend fantasy through Vincent. Really brings me back to my teenage years.

[copseiva]

Type L for the Reaper in the chat ig

Somebody (antivoid) took his man

[myriadebleue]

yet some more tgcf text posts

[johnsspacesuittight]

I love love love that Robert can still be such an evil little fucker if he wants, like my boy can match John’s freak don’t you even worry, and then he turns around and he speaks to Aaron like he’s the sweetest most baby boy ever who must be protected

[incomplete-ruler]

So on the topic of crossovers, how much would you guys pay me to make an i7 x paralive long crossover fic? Because I might actually do it.

[alstroemeriatea]

something something election something putin, something dabi reveal day, something georgia turning blue, something something "why does this sound like a goodbye?" "because it is. you changed me, dean. i love you." something destiel going canon something destiel going canon again in spanish somet-

[merlinfromberlin]

Of Beasts Swimming In Green

Bumblebee did his best to remain calm while he waited for the rest of Team Prime to rescue Ratchet. His attempts were feeble at best.

Warnings: graphic description of injuries, very high levels of anxiety in general, Dadchet, hints of Dadimus Prime Chronology: S01E22 - Stronger, Faster Wordcount: 990 words

Written for @angstober - Day 04: Blood (or rather energon in this case). Prompt list can be found here: X

Story below the cut or on AO3.

Bumblebee had anxiously been pacing the main area of the Autbot base ever since the rest of the team had left to retrieve Ratchet little more than a breem ago. Even as he walked, his gaze kept wandering over to the monitors, constantly checking that his caregiver’s life signal had remained online during the nanocycle he had dared to look away. Realistically, staring at the medic's profile on the screen did absolutely nothing. The breaking of their sparkbond would alarm Bee of his caregiver's death much faster than his optics ever could.

Still, the scout could not get himself to look away. As long as he was stuck at base, awaiting news of the rescue mission, he was also alone with his fears and doubts and the dreadful fantasies about Ratchet's fate his processor continued to conjure up. Bee had been fighting in this War his whole life, he had been sparked in a hail of Seeker missiles and crawled his way out of the Well while Megatron sought to eradicate every sparkling of his generation unwilling to join the Warlord's cause. Thus, neither Bumblebee nor his imagination had any illusions about the things Decepticons were willing to do even to non-combatants such as medics. Without Optimus here to shield and reassure him, staring at tangible proof of Ratchet's continued existence was his only defence against being devoured whole by the beast invading his processor.

Bumblebee's spark, too, failed to cease its anxious movements. Instead, it continued to swirl erratically, spinning ever faster in a desperate attempt to strengthen its gravitational pull and lure the piece of light binding him to his caregiver closer. It had, of course, no effect. The distance at which sparks orbited each other could not be influenced that easily. 

Nervously, Bee sent a burst of love across his connection to Ratchet. He received no answer.

On the gallery, the children stood huddled together for comfort, whispering amongst themselves as Bumblebee continued to pace. In the beginning of their vigil, the three of them had done their best to try and calm him down. They had stopped once they realised that the bot was barely registering any of their words. Later, Bee would probably feel bad about it. Right now, he did not particularly care. His processor was focused solely on his caregiver's possible demise.

In lieu of anything better to do, Bee walked over to the medbay to check, once again, on the equipment he had laid out there earlier. Cleaning and sorting all the tools necessary for emergency surgery had been among the first things Bumblebee had done after the medic had stormed out of the Autobot base. It had been a somewhat ridiculous action, of course. Out of their team members, only Ratchet even possessed the ability to perform surgery. The rest of them had only ever been trained in basic battlefield first aid. Nonetheless, he youngling had done it anyway. The familiarity of a task he had performed so many times before for the medic driving his actions more than any belief in its actual usefulness.

“Bumblebee.” He jumped to attention immediately when finally, finally, Optimus’ voice came in over the comm line. “Open a ground bridge to our coordinates.”

The portal swirled open before the Prime had even finished his sentence. Anxiously, Bee clenched his fists as he stepped up to the tunnel. It was only mere moments later that Optimus carried Ratchet into the base. As he caught sight of the familiar form in his caregiver's arms, the youngling froze, spark caught in the vice-like grip of terror.

Ratchet was limb and unmoving in the taller bot's grip. His optics were closed, only the dimmest of glows emitting from below their lids. Vicious, slimy green energon was oozing plentifully from cracks in orange-and-white armour where a crater had been dug into the medic's chassis. The repugnant liquid ran down Ratchet's sides in rivulets, dripping onto the floor in small splats that rang impossibly loud in Bumblebee's audials.

Bee could only imagine the kind of excessive force necessary to cave in a bot's plating like that all too well. His own frame must have looked similar in the aftermath of Tyger Pax. A warning lit up on his HUD, blinking aggressively at the side of his visual feed. His vocoder had short-circuited. He cared surprisingly little.

Had the spin of Ratchet's spark not still been intertwined with his own, swirling weakly but steadily inside of his chassis, the youngling would have been convinced that the medic had been offlined. Behind him, Raf emitted a small whimper. Miko gasped. Optimus' EM field, full of worry and void of its usual quiet confidence, enveloped them for a short moment as the Prime hurried past in the direction of the medbay. 

Still, Bumblebee was unable to tear his gaze away from the puddle of viscous green that had formed on the ground in front of the bridge, licking at the Autobot crest they had engraved there. His servos were shaking, his audials buzzing incessantly. It was just so, so, so much energon-more than Bee could fathom anyone losing without returning to the Allspark.

His stupor was only broken when Arcee touched his shoulder. There were smudges of synthetic green on her digits, too. He could not tell how much time had passed, how much the beast in his processor had devoured. Probably barely more than a few microcycle. 

"Go with them, Bee."

Slowly, he cycled his optics, but it took him another nanocycle of staring at the two-wheeler before her words fully registered. Once they did, however, he nodded, flaring his EM field in silent gratitude. Then, he ran after his caregivers into the medbay.

Hopefully, together, Optimus and Bumblebee would figure out how to best help and fix the medic. And if they did not... They would. They had to. 

Bee could not bear to think of a world where they did not.

[kaoharu]

my favorite pc theme is my rf blog one... i put so much fun kiel dialogue Everywhere. my special guy of all time

[faux-ecrivain]

Yan Twins x gn reader

(Names are Leslie and Francis) (How Leslie Views You) Part One (Twenty Fourth Official Post)

———————————————————— Francis and Leslie are twin brothers, Francis being the eldest and Leslie being the youngest. Both boys were quite close, but their parents always believed that they should be closer. This often caused a rift between the two kids, it made their relationship strained. Francis agreed with their parents, whereas Leslie believed that he and Francis were close enough. In fact, Leslie felt that he and his brother were too close and needed some distance. His brother caused a ruckus whenever Leslie mentioned this and eventually Leslie learned to be quiet about his desires, and needs. However, he could not be quiet about you, especially not when there was always the looming threat of losing you. Leslie first saw you at a museum, you didn’t seem particularly fascinated with anything on display, and you weren’t exactly memorable. You didn’t stand out, you actually blended in, and the only reason he noticed you was because his brother pointed you out. (Something about your atrocious fashion sense) Of course, Leslie didn’t share his brother’s opinion of you and thought that your outfit was suitable considering the occasion. The occasion being a reveal of the newest addition to the museum, most had chosen to dress formally, and you were no exception. Regardless, aside from your outfit, there was nothing else that caught his attention. The only reason he ever became attracted to you is because of your personality, whilst you appear apathetic and bored on the outside, you actually have quite an interesting view on the world. Anytime he talked to you, he often found him questioning his very reality, you were smart and wise (so wise sometimes it was difficult to believe that you were only 27), and you didn’t like Francis. Which was quite a surprise because everyone he knows loves Francis and it’s a relief to meet someone that despises him. Hence why he was so fixated on you, you were different. Your opinions are different, Your views are strange, especially the way you dress, everything about you was so different from those that surround him. He liked it and he needed something different in his life, so naturally he was drawn to you and did what he could to keep you a secret from Francis. Of course, that didn’t last very long, because Francis knows everything and if he doesn’t know something he’ll find out.

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(This one is short, it’s just Part one and it’s a bit contradictory. I’ll edit it later, I was gonna make it longer, but I’m tired, distracted and my brain is not being creative right now. So, enjoy this short fanfic and feel free to comment, reblog and like!)

(Also the names might seem a tad strange, but I know Leslie was pretty popular in the 50s and Francis was chosen because of Frank from Blue Bloods.)

[lavenderjewels]

kashimo saw sukuna with his four arms, stomach mouth, and overwhelming power, and immediately thought he was the most beautiful man he’s ever seen in the middle of their fight, happily accepting death by his hands. and honestly i respect it. It feels like Gege directly speaking to me through the page going “my OC is so cool” and I can’t argue against it

[karebear923]

I SAW PONDPHUWIN AND GEMINIFOURTH IN REAL LIFE!!!

AND THEY’RE GORGEOUS!!!

(I swear the video looks better in my camera roll T_T the upload ruined the quality)

I went to the Tommy Hilfiger Spring/Summer ‘25 fashion show on Sept. 8, 2024 and I saw Pond, Phuwin, Gemini and Fourth! Tumblr only lets me use 1 video per post so I picked my best one!!

Actually, I first saw Pond and Phuwin at the Tommy Hilfiger Fall/Winter ‘24 fashion show on Feb. 9, 2024!! Here’s some screenshots from videos of that day! I made eye contact with both of them!! 😁

At the first show in February there were a couple of us BL fans but we made our presence known with signs! And this time there were a lot more people cheering for our boys with signs and merch and plushies! 😁 They were all happy to see us and waved to the crowd a bunch! I even got a video of Fot making the cutest big cheesy smile! 🥰 here’s a screenshot of it!

Overall it was super fun and I’m so thankful for the chance to get to see them! 🥰

[significant-narratives]

as a former twitter lurker i can confidently say the deterioration of the fandom fourth wall is at least 70% kpop twitter's fault

[fairchild06]

Potential Fic (?)

This is just an idea I had, I'm not sure if anything's going to come of it though. This is just the blurb I had made up:

It was never meant to be more than a simple wish. A fantasy, a childish dream. Nothing more. She understood the world was riddled with danger, death, fear, battle and blood. That was overweighed by the mystical force of dragons.

She never imagined she would get her wish-to be a dragon rider, to fly in the sky-in the most gruesome, depriving way.

Her name was once Sierra Logan. That was taken from her. She was taken from her world, forced into this new and strange world with things that only exist in a storybook. She can only focus on two things: find out how she got her, and staying alive until she gets home.

Well three things: whose body was she in?

[juliaboudewijn]

Don't you just love rereading a book? I mean, the first time you read a book, there are certain passages that you don't think much of, right? But then you reread those passages, and all of a sudden, they become the most devastating and heart-shattering SUFFERING.

Let me just walk you through what happened last night before going to bed. So, the last couple of days I had been wondering what kind of shoes Violet wore with her dress uniform in Fourth Wing. It wasn't mentioned in the description of her outfit, but last night I had the brilliant epiphany that it may be mentioned when she walks the parapet to find Xaden. And lo and behold; she kicks off some leather slippers before she steps unto it. But then, naturally, I needed to know whether she retrieved them afterwards, so I continued reading when I came across this conversation between Xaden (blue) and Violet (black) as they're walking off of the parapet:

"Don't ever put your life at risk over something as trivial as talking to me again."

"Next year is going to be so much fun."

"Liam will be here next year to make sure you're not doing asinine things."

"You're going to love getting his letters."

WHY?!!!!!! REBECCA!!!!!!!!

Also, yes, Violet did put her slippers back on afterwards, thank gods. I always get very worried that characters don't just forget to retrieve their stuff. In Iron Flame, after the interrogation scene, I was very concerned about whether they would retrieve her weapons and not just leave them behind. Because why would you be worried about Violet's well-being, when you can be worried about the well-being of her daggers? 😅 Tbf, at that point Dain had already stabbed Varrish and freed her, and the wrath of Dunne had already showed up, so she was fine. So, imagine my relieve when Xaden sheathes all of her daggers back into place.