#I do need to watch fourteen tho

[yan-lorkai]

*vibrating in excitement for platonic yanderes*

Ok, so I haven't watched black butler in years, imma re-watch it soon tho, so if none of this makes sense it's cause my memories shit and you can just ignore this lol

Anyway, here's my idea/request, Obv platonic yandere Ciel with a young reaper reader (14-16)? Like maybe they meet through Grell who mentors the lil reaper. Or maybe like a young ghost reader, he meets during an investigation or smth.

Your free to pick which one obv, anyway. I hope you are having a wonderful day luv, make sure to eat and stay hydrated!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Lemon, I made you wait a little but I finally finished this request hehe, despite having changed it a little and distorted some historical facts. Funfact: Ouija boards were created in 1891, but for the sake of this fic let's all ignore that Ciel was born in 1875; btw yesterday was his birthday. Congratulations Ciel <33. Also, many people have a hc that his real name has something to do with stars, hence the nickname present in the fic. Having said all that, I hope you enjoy Lemon, I loved writing this! Happy reading everyone!!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Platonic yandere content, spoiler about Ciel's brother in case nobody knows about it, ouija board and some typos probably!

Ciel likes to watch the sky. He likes to watch how the clouds race to overtake each other, he likes to watch the sun dancing alone in its place, twirling its colorful skirt of orange, yellow and pink during the hours that pass until finally the moon takes its place.

Quiet moments like this now, where he just sits in his armchair, his work all done and Sebastian far away, is when he can think about the things he's lost. But also the ones he won. If Sebastian had any knowledge about such thoughts, Ciel would certainly be subjected to his jokes and mockery.

The demon, while bound by the contract, could still make fun of his little master and he knew exactly how to embarrass the young lord. But Sebastian didn't need to know how the boy thinks about his twin brother, his parents, the employees and his childhood friend, Y/n; If they were alive now they would be maybe thirteen or fourteen, just like him and his brother. It was a fateful day, indeed.

The murder, the cult, Ciel hates remembering it, but he doesn't know how to let it all go. He's a child and there's no one he can ask for help - even if there was, perhaps his pride wouldn't allow it. He didn't ask for help when he was kidnapped, he didn't ask for help when he went through countless assassination attempts, nor did he ask for help with difficult tasks that the queen assigned him. He was the Phantomhive heir, the family's leader, he couldn't just simply ask for help.

The count narrows his blue eyes at the brooding darkness that has settled in his office, counting how many grains of sand fall into the hourglass and how long he has left in peace before Sebastian shows up to annoy him.

Maybe fifteen minutes.

With enough time for the boy to put his small plan into action, he pulled a wooden board from one of the drawers and placed it on the table. Ciel, by and large, was not superstitious, but recent events had left him puzzled. Moreover, he had a demon as his butler, a boy with super strength as his gardener, a sniper as his maid, and a soldier as his cook. In any case, he had even encountered death gods.

Therefore, if he suspected that the presence lingering over his shoulders while he worked or the entity hiding his items and making them appear in different places was something to be investigated, then he would investigate until his doubts were cleared. The giggles and whispers were becoming unsettling. Of course, he heard voices, but they were the voices of occultists, screams and cries from when they died at the hands of Sebastian.

But this particular voice was incredibly irritating and almost familiar.

Ciel scanned the wooden surface, wondering if he was a fool for buying it. The boy was almost certain that Sebastian knew about the board, but he decided not to comment; the butler had been rather distant since they returned from London that morning. Ciel didn't mind, quickly reading the rules and holding the pointer in his hands, trying to see something through it.

There was nothing… yet.

Ciel laid the pointer on the board and sighed, placing his fingers on it, ready to start. He hadn't said anything yet, but an aura already seemed to completely envelop his office. Or maybe he was anxious; he couldn't tell.

"Is there anyone there?" Ciel murmured, his firm voice echoing in the silent room.

For several moments, nothing happened. He really didn't expect anything to happen, judging this whole thing as something foolish that only became popular because of the horror stories that circulated in cities. He stared at the board intently, each letter in cursive, every mystical symbol adorning it, waiting for a response that would satisfy him. Impatiently, he repeated the question once more.

"Is there anyone there?" He looked at the pointer and then around. "If there is, give me a sign."

This time, the pointer began to move slowly across the board as if the entity on the other side was drowsy, gliding from one letter to another with a calmness that Ciel himself didn't possess. Ciel watched with intensity, his expression impassive. But inside, a strange feeling took hold of him.

It was real, after all. As real as shinigamis or Sebastian. He stifled another sigh in his throat.

"Who is there?" He asked, the words leaving his lips with determination.

Who behind the veil was tormenting him, holding on to him tightly so as not to be pulled into the forgetfulness of eternal sleep. He put more force on the pointer as if everything depended on the answer he would receive.

The letters came together to form words, and Ciel remained focused, but a hint of skepticism was present in his gaze when the words spelled out a name. Your first and last name.

"Y/N?" He wondered aloud.

Ciel may have lost a lot, but he also gained a lot. He gained another family, gained new friends allies, gained a new chance.

And yet… He hadn't gained you back. Or had he?

For a second, he let the pointer rest on the board, feeling a heavy sensation settle in his chest as he thought about the days when you used to stay by his side when he was bedridden with asthma, telling him your silly stories and jokes, all while holding his hand and looking tenderly at him. You were his best friend. And he missed you a lot.

And now you were here. You were here.

He placed his finger on the pointer again, still feeling doubtful if it was really you or some other spirit. Confidently, he asked something that only you knew. "What was the nickname that only you called me, and why?"

The nickname you used for him when it was just the two of you. Not for his brother, not for Ciel. If it was really you there, you would notice the small differences, as you did when you were alive.

The pointer moved, taking with each movement a beat of the young earl's heart. One by one, the letters formed a nickname forgotten by time and bitter memories of the only Phantomhive still wandering through this tedious world.

"Pleiades, that's what I used to call you." There was a pause, and Ciel felt his entire body trembling with the confirmation that yes, it was you on the other side. He straightened up in his chair, trying to show that he was calm — little did he know that you could perceive how surprised he was.

And you would tease him about it later.

"Just like your hair, they are blue, an optical phenomenon caused by the dispersion of light in the Earth's atmosphere." You explained, nodding as if he could see you. Ciel rolled his eyes but almost unconsciously smiled.

"I see you remain a know-it-all." He teased.

And you stuck your tongue out at him, moving your arms to make the chair he was sitting in slide backward. Ciel's cheeks immediately turned pink as a little yelp escaped his lips. He hadn't expected you to have more tricks up your sleeve, but soon he regained his composure and cleared his throat, watching you move the pointer.

"One of us has to be clever," You chuckled. "Obviously, I'm the smart friend."

Ciel let out a long sigh. "Your knowledge is all random, though."

You shrugged. What importance did any kind of knowledge have now that you were dead? You said nothing for a few minutes, running your fingers over the wood of the board and the supposedly mystical symbols. Being dead was boring, different for everyone, and you weren't even sure how your soul managed to escape the shinigamis for so long.

But you had one certainty; you were stuck in this world for some reason still. In many stories, there would be an unfulfilled desire or a want, and you had several, but you had made peace with the fact that you could no longer fulfill them. So what was still keeping you there?

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

Ciel nodded, gesturing with his hand for you to continue.

"Can you free me? Can you invite me out?"

Ciel had already broken some rules, especially the one that said he couldn't play alone and that the player should have a form of spiritual protection, whatever they had faith in — a crucifix, a talisman, anything. Ciel, however, had a mark on his eye, so you assumed that nullified this rule. Did that thing serve as a protective mark, though?

The boy remained silent for some time, seemingly weighing the pros and cons of taking such action. To bind a spirit to himself, to the world of the living, when he knew he should let you rest in peace, when he knew such agreements were dangerous.

But he was still the selfish earl who liked to monopolize your time; he was still that same sickly boy who needed a friend. And no one else could be his friend but you. Only you understood him, after all.

He nodded.

It was foolishness, but not even Sebastian could have stopped him. He pressed the pointer harder, desperate for it to work, but of course, it would work if you were already in front of him, the dead proof that there could be life in death.

"I invite you, Y/n, to leave this board."

A warm feeling flooded your chest, as if your skin were kissed by the sun again after so long. You savored it for a moment, smiling, feeling strangely more alive than before, and withdrew your hand from the pointer.

"Can you see me?" You asked, your voice hoarse from not speaking for months.

But Ciel didn't seem to understand, not yet at least. So you touched his cheek as you did when congratulating him on a chess victory, and he felt it, his eyes widening as he assimilated the situation. You figured that now that you touched him, he could hear you, so you asked the question again.

And slowly, he nodded. You could only imagine what he thought of your bloodstained shirt and disheveled appearance, so different from the one you once proudly preserved. Times change, and so do you, and you were like this now, a lost ghost that not even death seemed to want.

You smiled, squeezing both of his cheeks and watching him shudder. It was good to see him, good to be back, even if nothing would be the same. Nothing could ever be the same again, but being able to touch him again after so long, you didn't hesitate to hug him.

You were together again.

[munsonhoneybaby]

would you ever write anything about henderson!reader being adopted? i’d love to hear about her background if you were interested in writing about it!

i’d love to get a little bit more into what background i imagine for reader!! idrk a good way to do this in a drabble tho so i hope headcanons are okay :)

tysm for the ask <3

Warnings: 18+ mdni, angst, probably very inaccurate descriptions of the foster care system, some brief mentions of abuse/neglect, mention of drug addiction and overdose, a sentence or two that very very vaguely alludes to childhood sexual trauma

A/N: some of the things mentioned here are incredibly dark but i also tried to make it incredibly vague because i wasn’t trying to make this super sad or hard to read, please let me know if i missed anything in the warnings and absolutely send in more asks if you’re interested in anything else about tmic !! for @darlingdixon

➺ Dustin was seven years old when his parents got a divorce, and almost eight when his father moved out of state with little to no explanation. He sent letters and, for a little while, got postcards back— but after a year or so the postcards stopped coming.

➺ It was just before his ninth birthday that his mom asked how he would feel about having someone new in the house, almost like a sister. His nose wrinkled slightly at the thought of a baby in the house, but then she explained further. He didn’t understand all the specifics of foster care then, just that there was a fourteen year old girl who needed a place to live because she didn’t have a home or a family of her own. He was so sad just losing his dad; what would he do without anyone? Without anything? He’d hope somebody would be nice enough to share with him. He thought he could share with you.

➺ It was weird when you moved in. Mom bought you new things, replacing what used to be his dad’s office with your new bedroom. He was upset about it for a few days, but when you invited him in and set up the Mouse Trap board game that his dad never wanted to play with him, he realized that the room was a lot more fun than it used to be.

➺ Initially, your stay with the Hendersons was meant to be a temporary placement. Somewhere to stay for a few months, maybe even a year, while the system tried to find somewhere more permanent to put you. Your neglectful, drug-addicted ‘mother’ had overdosed three long years ago and your ‘father’s name wasn’t even on the birth certificate. But you’d already been through three short-term placement homes: the first, which put you through hell in ways you were too young to truly understand; the second, which only took you in for the money they would earn; and the third, which you were booted from the moment the couple learned they were expecting a child of their own. And now you were edging fifteen. Before too long, you would be placed in a group home, and you weren’t sure you could take that.

➺ It didn’t take long to realize that Claudia Henderson was different than the other foster ‘parents’ you’d stayed with. She made sure you were eating multiple balanced meals every day. She tried to watch movies with you. She offered to take you shopping, even in those record shops you could tell she thought were seedy. She tried to get you to open up about your past, and comforted you whenever you allowed her to. She welcomed you like you really were family, and you were sure that was because she had just lost some of her own. You felt for her, and her young son, and as the weeks passed you started to let yourself trust them more and more.

➺ You spent a lot of time with Dustin. It was far from your first time being around younger kids, but he was so easy to get along with. It didn’t take long for him to get comfortable with you, and soon he was knocking at your door nearly every afternoon to watch a movie, or go outside, or play a game. He liked to talk to you. He’d tell you about his day at school, and his friends, and sometimes he’d tell you about his dad— about him leaving and how it made him feel, about how he felt bad when he missed him and felt bad when he didn’t miss him. And you listened. You let him sit in your bed with you and look at your records, and lean on your shoulder. You told him it would all be okay, that it was okay to feel bad. And when he cried, you told him it was okay to do that too.

➺ Months ticked away and you started to worry about how much time you had left. When would you be swept away from these people you were beginning to care so much about? How could you leave Dustin? How long would you last if they put you in a group home?

➺ Until the day Claudia asked if you’d be comfortable with long-term placement. You wouldn’t have to live the next year and a half on edge wondering when your short-term placement would end. You could stay with them until you were adopted, or simply aged out of the system— a much more likely outcome considering not a lot of families were in the market for a teenager.

➺ So, you did.

➺ The months kept coming, and you only grew closer to the Hendersons. You got to decorate your own bedroom and help Dustin with his homework and learned to cook with Claudia; shortly after the two-year-mark, you even started to call her Mom.

➺ Your 16th birthday came, and by then you knew for certain that you weren’t going anywhere.

➺ When Dustin was pushing twelve years old, he still let you sit on the edge of his bed and read to him until he fell asleep. He pretended that he was getting too old for it, but he didn’t want to admit it still took him longer to fall asleep without it. You always asked him if you could so he didn’t have to say it.

➺ It was the summer before your senior year that Mom asked you if she could legitimately adopt you. Your eyes welled with tears immediately. You didn’t understand why she’d go through all the trouble, pay any legal fees required, when you were turning eighteen so soon.

➺ “Because I want us to become a family in every way we can before it’s too late.”

➺ And again, you did.

➺ You insisted you wanted to stay home and work more your senior year. She helped you manage a decent homeschool education, aided partially by staff at Hawkins High School, while you helped her work out the technicalities of adopting an almost-eighteen year old with no known living relatives.

➺ Dustin, of course, was thrilled about the adoption. He loved taking any excuse he found to talk about how his beloved sister was officially going to be a Henderson.

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[istherewifiinhell]

HM for the bingo: matoba, um um um. your least favorite oppie. your most favorite starscreamer. ummmmm. Abyssal Black Flame Dragon

HEHEHE

shitty id in alt. WELL THATS URRRR GUY. thats the guy thats nat.sume is about. pretty sure <- took me like a year to figure out this is not the case. he is silly. ive seen it in the gag manga. hessss a pretty loser goth in and out of drag what is not to like. im just assuming ur the most right about him i dunno if that means other ppl are wrong tho

joelle joelleity joelletwo is trying to get my ass murdered on tumblr dot gov. EDITED AND UPDATED. need to reflect that my constant with this one is i get why megs got like that

[alt]. ohhh buddy...... you asked. 1. no personality. 2. hate his whole vibe (aesthetics/affect) 3. BETRAYED THE REVOLUTION. 4. not a very good conflicted pasicfist if thats what they were gonna go for. 5. tee fee pee special. u know show dont tell. this is tell, then forget to bring up ever again. simply. simply. listen if the girlies in the tag have to make him interesting for their fanfic and fuck nasty shit (honourary) go with god. i have read good fic of him. but thats compliments to the fans. me personally. i would simply use any other iteration. i suppose u cant beat how DIVORCED this guy is. im not opposed any of his specific characteristics really. its the holistic sum thats my enemy.

DOODLING HEARTS AND GRAPHIC VIOLENCE ON THE SCANTRON <- which tf is that 🥁🔔

[ALT] actually can i edit this again lets do a bingo for bullying. he got bullied possible the most anyone has but ill bully him some more 😏🤨😳. now ur some ppl might think oh u like this screamer so much to u inversely not like this megs for beating him up. well not u tho. thats gotta be one of my favourite 2 minutes in all of tf kajdgbjfdhb. hes not real so hes fine with that i asked him myself. ANYWAY WHAT IF U WERE BACKED INTO A CORNER BY UR OWN VIOLENT IMPULSES AND CONSEQUENCES OF UR OWN ACTIONS and also millennia of unending war so u just decide to go full nihilist about it. and this literally saves your world and people. well not the ones u killed but most of em. and u keep winning <3 and ur pettiness and self severing survival instincts also saved the universe. btw. idk if i have HC so much as. i can see my reading of the text not being universal but also im right <3. billybob thompson one of 2 fav non latta screamers. prettiest modern screamer design

out of LEFT field but i LOVE IT

[alt] wait how did u land on a orbeez side character i would at remember the vibes of enough to get double bingo. was it dragon sooyoung? kfjjdf. DO U KNOW. how often i watch something and think. this character would be improved if they were an edgy anime fourteen year old. WELL HERE IT IS. the most important thing u can be in the world is a shitty emo teen with a deviant art dragon fursona. i dont remember anything else im literally just like. thats perfect. what a shit head. the best character in the book now im saying so.

[ahudde33s]

Dannymay 2023, day 20, Nasty Burger lol

I tried. It's real short, tho, but I haven't read it over (I've never written smth on Tumblr, and I feel like I'm doing smth wrong)

Fresh water drips down the sides of Danny’s cup as he absently sips on his soda. He sits alone in the booth of Nasty Burger, his bright, blue eyes moving across the establishment. Danny watches the fast movements of the cooks behind the counter, all the teenagers lounging around sipping milkshakes with burgers and fries. Nasty Burger’s loud, filled with laughs, banter, the clattering of the kitchen, and rushed talking—it makes a smile slip its way onto Danny’s face as he watches everything.

Nostalgia bubbles up inside the fourteen year old, yet the taste of his soda grows bland as he watches some Casper High students sitting at a table together, chatting. It was Paulina, Dash, Kwan…and Valerie. He supposes he forgot that they used to hang out all the time together, that there was a time when Valerie was one of them—that time is now. Danny’s eyes trace along her face, all of their faces from across the fast-food restaurant.

They all change so much in the future. It will take some time for Danny to get used to them looking so baby-faced and harmless. Right now, they’re so oblivious. It’ll be so hard to take them seriously at school, whether it’s because he can’t get over how young they look or how much he wants to break down at the sight of them.

But that’s okay. Danny looks down at his drink in his hand, and he lifts one of his soaked hands to press down all the little buttons. He wipes his hands on his baggy jeans. Danny purses his lips as a big smile tries to overtake his face. He can try again. He can fix everything this time. Danny looks back up and sees so many people he knows, so many people who don’t know him, so many who will.

He makes eye contact with Valerie across the room, a Valerie who doesn’t really know him. She raises a perfect eyebrow at him and raises her chin up in disgust just the slightest. Danny sends a hesitant wave her way and lets a little bit of his smile through. He’s still hunching over his drink. Valerie’s demeanor softens a bit, the edges of her lips tugging up as she gives him a small wave. Glancing over to the rest of the A-Listers to make sure she wasn’t caught.

“Hey dude, there you are! I’ve been looking for you everywhere, man!” Danny’s best friend, Tucker, calls out.

“We. Tucker. Why didn’t you tell us you were here, Danny? We would’ve joined you—they have some vegan options here you all need to try!” Sam corrects him.

“‘Course. Sorry,” Danny rubs the back of his neck before waving them over.

“Mhm…surreee. If you were really sorry—” Sam hits Tucker on the back of the neck before sitting in the seat next to Danny.

“Shut up, Tucker.”

Danny mimics her, “Yeah, shut up, Tucker. Pft,”

He gets a smack on the back of the head for it too, “You too, Danny.”

Danny’s smile is big as he laughs with his friends, cherishing this new shot he’s got with them. He’ll do it well this time, and they’ll be safe, everyone. He’ll make sure of it. Danny makes eye contact with Valerie again, and he grins at her. This is about the only part of this redo he’ll have fun with. Everything else though…maybe he can just live at Nasty Burger.

And a (kinda) unrelated drawing!!

[publicabsent]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

WHAT  MADE  YOU  PICK  UP  THE  MUSE  YOU  HAVE  ?   so when i was uhhhh . fourteen. i made a "self-insert" who was kind of a fictionalized / altered version of myself. as i continued to develop & write her, she became completely different from me. in 2016 i said "hey wouldn't it be funny if she saw ghosts" & now here we are.

IS  THERE  ANYTHING  YOU  DON'T  LIKE  TO  WRITE  ?  i mean sexual / smutty stuff obviously, but that's honestly about it? even if i struggle with writing the content / genre i like to try to improve myself across the board? i'm sure if i sat here & thought for like hours i could think of something, but i'm generally pretty willing to give whatever a shot!

IS  THERE  ANYTHING  YOU  REALLY  ENJOY  WRITING  ?   i mean we all love that tasty sad shit so. angst. i enjoy horror writing too but that's less rp-able so to speak. i also enjoy fluff, though i write that less.

HOW  DO  YOU  COME  UP  WITH  YOUR  HEADCANONS  ?  sometimes it's very organic, like i notice quirks or something & then make an Actual Note of it. sometimes it is divine inspiration. sometimes it's me going "haha this would be cool"

DO  YOU  WRITE  IN  SILENCE  OR  LISTEN  TO  MUSIC  ?   i used to need to listen to music, but now i can like ... have talking yt videos on & still write. it's the adhd babey

DO  YOU  PLAN  YOUR  REPLIES  OR  WING  THEM  ?   yes. usually if they're shorter or sort of ~vaguely plotted~ i have some idea of what's going on & simply ... continue that. i see rp as a written form of improv honestly bc while you usually know generally what is going to happen, there's mini details to tweak. but usually replies come in while i'm unable to respond so i Think extensively about them till i have some plan for the reply.

DO  YOU  ENJOY  SHIPPING  ?   yes! of all types!

WHAT'S  YOUR  ALIAS/NAME  ?   annie ... it's simply a nickname i've picked up over the years & i Like it.

AGE  ?   23

BIRTHDAY  ?  july 21

FAVORITE  COLOR  ?   it's always been some shade of green

FAVORITE  SONG  ?   stares in elementary music teacher. um. i don't ... i don't know

LAST  MOVIE  YOU  WATCHED  ?   i have no earthly idea

LAST  SHOW  YOU  WATCHED  ?   currently watching murder she wrote.

LAST  SONG  YOU  LISTENED  TO  ?  uhhhh technically i guess "hopelessly devoted to you" bc i sang it at karaoke

FAVORITE  SEASON  ?   autumn

DO  YOU  HAVE  A  TUMBLR  BEST  FRIEND  ?   if i have to ~pick one it'd probably be puck ! tho i think saying i have "tumblr best friend" is weird bc puck & i are just Best Friends

[turtle-bun]

Turtleverse reacting to Mutant Mayhem!!!

!!!Minor spoilers ahead!!!

Okay so like in a weird sci-fi universe pocket dimension kind of like Spiderverse where all iterations of the Turtles collectively hang out and can see into each other's dimension via computer screen or whatever.

Each time there’s a new iteration of the Turtles it's this HUGE event where EVERYBODY comes over to have what they call a "watch party". Basically, just jumbles of video compilations they were able to capture and put together in a sort of movie-esque style to get a feel to how the new Turtles are this time round. It's very exciting and fun mainly due to the fact that in most dimensions there aren't any other "mutant turtle" around so they all feel a lot less alone with every new version of themselves they discovered. There’s always a different reaction whenever these events happen, both positive and negative, but they are all united under that fact that at their very core they understand each other in a way no one else in the entire multiverse ever will.

So, they catch wind of a new universe popping up into the cosmos and central hub is all a buzz! As much as there is excitement there is also this underlining anxiousness that always sits at the pit of their stomach. Because sure they could be finding this cool brand new universe with a unique style and story just like the Rise!Turtles or they could find something so completely heartbreaking and dark yet are forbidden to interfere least they destroy the multiverse, like the Last Ronin universe (every Mikey in the Turtleverse was hugged and coddled to death for nearly a week after that event).

The watch party happens and they all get their first glimpse ever at the new universe and the Turtles in it. Within the first few minutes of seeing these new turtles it is then they are hit, practically gut punched, with the realization that these guys…are children. Sure THEY were basically children when they first started out the whole crime fighting thing but for some reason this time it hits different. Like here they are watching these FOUR FUCKING CHILDREN on the screen, out in a dangerous city unsupervised, where is their father?! Oh there he is! Oh no he’s an anxious mess! He’s trying so hard to be good dad tho! Please boys just listen to him! Why are you fighting criminals at night? You are fourteen!

The collective of the Turtleverse were just SO stressed watching these boys fight their way through the criminal underground. Sure, they were impressed by the boys is skills and strength and they can most definitely handle themselves…but also consider that THEY ARE VERY SMALL!! They are all just so small and dorky and cringe and excitable and losers and giddy and so, so, so full of joy!

The Leo’s are all having a fucking breakdown because: “Oh my god he’s such a loser! I love him so much! He’s trying SO hard to be a good big brother and leader! He just like me fr!”

The Raph’s are punching shit due to shear overwhelming over protectiveness and cute aggression, like: “He’s so fucking stupid! He’s so FUCKING STUPID!!! I WOULD FUCKING DIE FOR HIM!!"

The Donnie’s have been collectively scheming on how to: “Wrap him in bubble wrap and put him safely in a jar where he shall be safe and do nothing but eat pizza and watch anime for however long he wants! Dose he need a new phone or computer? Doesn’t matter! We’re already making one for him!”

The Mikey’s are the biggest MM!Mikey hype men ever, like seriously: “Yes babe, you tell that joke! Swing those chucks, mini Mikey! YOU’RE DOING AMAZING SWEETIE!!!”

Meanwhile, in the background, all the Splinter’s have been very calm and quiet, seemingly unfazed, at least on the outside. They absolutely FEEL for this new Splinter on a spiritual and emotional level. Every time one of the MM!Boys goes head first into danger they tense up so bad and are just internally screaming: “MY BABIES!! MY PRECIOUS BOYS!! PLEASE BE CAREFUL!!!”

Then they all just start sobbing because the MM boys were able to have a good ending! They have a large mismatch family of mutants, a cool April as their friend, they were accepted by society, they even got to go to school! Maybe there is a bit of underlying jealousy amongst them, seeing another version of yourself living the life you always wanted, but mostly they were just SO happy for them! They were so unbelievably happy that FOR ONCE some version of themselves got to live a normal life! That they got to be kids!

So yeah, basically the whole Turtleverse is that meme of: I’m crying, screaming, throwing up! I’ve only had these boys for five minutes but if anything happens to them, I will destroy this universe and then myself!

If the Mutant Mayhem boys eventually do mean the rest of the Turtleverse you can bet your ass that they will ABSOLUTLY be spoiled rotten by the others. And like the MM!Boys won’t even realize it, they’ll just think that the other Turtles are just being super nice to them because they’re new. They don’t know the absolute fucking chokehold they have on the entire multiverse!

[queerregulusablack]

Sometimes all I think about is the house elves storming the final battle IN THE NAME OF BRAVE REGULUS and I cry.

Kreacher going against Walburga and choosing Regulus’ as his master and fighting for the light?!?

Like I know there’s stupid ass discourse over Regulus’ stance even after he willingly died (a very painful death!!) just for the CHANCE of Voldemort’s demise, but in reality like it’s canon (still fuck jkr tho) that in the end Regulus side was against Voldy and all that he stands for?!?

I needed to share, I must bring someone along with me when I spiral over my baby girl Reg 🫶🏼

In the same way that a lot of people in this fandom struggle to perceive real life people as three dimensional, they fail to do so with characters; and Regulus, my sweet son, my good time boy, is a really good example of that.

In the books we get Kreacher telling Harry that Regulus was 'proud to serve', that he was happy about joining up with the Death Eaters; and even if we ignore for a moment that people are fully capable of putting up an emotional front for the sake of their survival, maybe he was! Maybe our Reggie was a purist, maybe he did call muggleborns mudbloods, maybe he laughed when Mulciber was a bully.

But it's made clear from what we hear from Sirius that he was raised in an environment that encouraged that school of thought. It's made clear from the state of Slytherin House even ten years after the end of the war that he never escaped being immersed in that school of thought, because the only person he canonically knew that spoke out against it was Sirius, who apparently hated him, and is implied to have harbored a degree of jealousy over Regulus being seen as a 'better son' - because however much Sirius might have hated his parents that's not something you complain about being reminded of unless you were hurt by it. Not twenty five years after the fact - and who ran away when he was sixteen; when Regulus was fourteen, or fifteen at the very oldest.

And even then. Even having grown up with only the one point of view pushed on him again and again. Even then, when Voldemort almost gets Kreacher killed, when it is revealed he's tampering with dark magic even Slughorn, head of Slytherin fucking House is wary of, Regulus' plan is to risk his life to get rid of it with the ultimate goal of Voldemort being defeated and killed.

Like SORRY but I do think sacrificing your life in the hopes of defeating the worst evil the wizarding world is facing at the time earns you a little grace and sympathy. I think making that choice at eighteen years old is probably enough to earn you some more nuanced consideration than 'oh his elf said he was happy to be a death eater and his very obviously scorned and speaking after twenty five years of not seeing him brother said he was soft so therefore he must have been evil and the fact he sacrificed his life as practically a child doesn't mean anything'.

Sorry! I'm sorry you're so boring. I'm sorry you don't think people can change and grow from their past actions. I'm sorry your sad little life revolves around being a fucking buzzkill and having no taste in narrative progression or nuanced character work. Sorry you're so attached to the barebones canon of a Literal Transphobe that you feel the need to be a bitch on the internet about other people having fun. Sorry. Not my problem though leave me and my boy Reggie alone.

Anyway. I love my boy Regulus. I love his codependent relationship with his weird house elf. I love that in the end the house elves of Hogwarts rose up in Regulus' name, not Albus fucking Dumbledore's, bc I'd bet anything those elves still remember the reserved little boy who used to come into the kitchens and watch them work and spoke to them all so politely.

Anyone who wants to talk shit about my boy square up for a fist fight.

Advanced warning that I cheat and I will bite you.

[trashboatprince]

As is tradition since I think I started this account in 2012, I tend to do a post about all the more interesting things that happened in the year and what I hope happens in the next so...

Yeah.

Here we go.

Met David Tennant and got not only my photo taken with him and his signature, but I also got three hugs from him. He is a very lovely man, and gosh is he pretty in person. <3

Met Rhys Darby in person and made him burst out laughing when I told him I recognized him as the freaking Pistachio King from Milo Murphy's Law. He wasn't expecting that role of all things.

Last day of my trip for the con I discovered a lump on my chest that really hurt and for two and a half months I was stuck in a constant state of anxiety because they thought it was inflammatory breast cancer. Turns out it was just a really bad infection that had very similar symptoms.

Lost our oldest dog in October :(

My mom did get a pug puppy a few months beforehand tho, as she had been wanting a pug for years

Had probably one of the most absolutely obnoxious family reunions this year, but was able to go up into the mountains and had a lovely time in nature. And I got to pick huckleberries, which I've never done before. That was nice.

Went to Colorado and sat the Monsters of Metal tour's last show there, with Mastodon (third time seeing them) and Gojira (first time seeing them)

Had a fucking experience listening to The Chant live at that showing and it was just... impossible to describe. It was beautiful.

Went to the Devil's Tower on the way to Colorado, it was pretty dang cool. Lots of alien shit everywhere, the area really loves to play up on that. Also went to the Denver Zoo and Meow Wolf, both of which were delightful. :D

Went to my little brother's high school graduation, cannot believe he's out of high school.

Experienced season two of Good Omens and am still recovering.

I was there when EVERY happened, in just ten minutes it was known and then quickly NO LONGER SPOKEN ABOUT. That was a fun hour of panic from the fandom. :)

Watched OFMD season 2 and... eh.

Watched all four of the new Doctor Who specials when they dropped and now Fourteen and Fifteen are my favorite Doctors. I love them.

Had probably some of the most stressful months I've ever had with my job because we were down to just three people for a staff that is meant to run a home that is 24/7. I'm still dealing with the stress from it even after we got more people hired. My paychecks were beautiful tho, so much overtime...

Apparently I got a stress fracture on Thanksgiving, happened in my sleep. I should be out of the boot officially next week.

Participated in a David Tennant-themed zine

Absolutely dumb thing to add, but my mom got me a DT cutout who now lives in my room. He's wearing a paper crown from a Christmas cracker because he's a king Plans for the next year:

Going to see Hozier in August

Probably going to go back to Colorado, I want to see the aquarium

Going to ECCC for the third year in a row, going to get Jodie Whitaker's autograph

Hopefully I'll get to see my girlfriend again

Hopefully I'll get to finally see my best friends irl (We need to plan this better, guys!)

See if I can finally get my second tattoo

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hiiiiii ! could I get a romantic marauders era and lighting era harry potter matchup?

i just turned 19. I’m bi with a lean towards males. Im black. I have brown black eyes, i have mid back EXTREMELY curly black hair but my natural hair is shoulder length and brown. Sometimes(rarely) I wear black circular glasses. im 5' 3” almost 5’ 4”. I’m not plus but I’m not thin either and I’m natural hourglass. Barely noticeable tho.

i'm ambiaverted, so like I like talking to people but I don’t like approaching the person and then I’m pretty awkward when I talk to people for the first time. When I’m with my friends I’m the loudest in the group unless I’m annoyed or just don’t like you very much. In public tho I don’t talk at all if I don’t know anybody.

Im academically smart and a bit street smart if I really think but I’m also really lazy when. I want to be. People tell me I’m a really fast learner.

I’m very loyal to my friends to the point were I end up getting myself into deep trouble. Most of my fiends are loud and spontaneous, but calm when need be while I’m calm most of the time but can be loud when I feel like it.

i play cello and love singing. My music taste is all over the place and I pretty much will listen to anything if it sounds good imo. . i love painting and drawing. my love languages are physical touch, words of affirmation, and time.

I have HUGE self image problems and insecurities, both physical, emotional, and mental. I’m really insecure about pretty much everything I do.

I have a verrrry large family. When I mean large I mean fourteen aunts and uncles, family members living in all seven continents, five half siblings, siblings I haven’t even met (my family is weird), my family tree is probably intewined with at least five other trees, etc. but i grew up with just my mom so I’ve always been kinda lonely and felt unwanted.

sorry for the long description ik this is probably hard to match up and doesn’t make any sense but I would REALLY appreciate this! tysm :D

Hey! Thank you so much for requesting a matchup!! I hope you enjoy it!! <33 Come back soon! :)

Harry Potter (Marauders Era);

Sirius Black:

🐾 You had known of Sirius all throughout your years in Hogwarts, sharing a few classes with him along with having heard of his pranks with James Potter; at first, you didn't know what to think of him, but that changed quickly

🐾 You watched him from afar for the first couple of years, but at a house party with your friends, he came over to talk to you; you

🐾 You were a bit awkward and hesitant, but having your friends near helped a bit, and you were thankful that he came to you instead of vice versa; surprisingly, the conversation easily flowed, minus a few awkward hiccups here and there

🐾 You had thought after that party that maybe you had embarrassed yourself to the point that Sirius would never speak to you ever again, but he surprised you again by stopping you in the hall when you were on your way to class; you couldn't even believe your luck when he asked if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with him

🐾 You were a bit worried that Sirius was only talking to you because of his... Playboy persona, that he wanted to add you to his list, but when Sirius took you out on that Hogsmeade date... You felt incredibly special

🐾 Sirius took you to that tea shop where you spoke about your favorite classes, professors, hobbies, and such; that's when Sirius confessed, somewhat awkwardly, that he wanted to ask you out for a while, ever since third year

🐾 It didn't take long for the two of you to start dating, and Sirius just loved to show you off, by the end of the month, everyone in Hogwarts knew you were an item

🐾 After graduating from the magical school, both you and Sirius were able to find a nice quiet cottage in the forest where you and Sirius spent the next couple of years; your time together was spent painting, practicing your cello Sirius had gotten you, and hanging out with the fellow Marauders

🐾 Sirius always makes sure that you know that he loves you, everyday he would tell you how much he admired and adored you, how wonderful and beautiful you are; he'd shout it on the top of your cottage roof if he had to, (and he would, Sirius wants the whole world to know how much he loves you)

🐾 You were so happy that you went to that party with your friends, and you were so happy that Sirius came up to you; you love Sirius so much and you can not wait for the years to come

--

Harry Potter (Lightning Era);

Fred Weasley:

🃏 You met Fred when you curiously wandered into his and his twin brother's shop one morning, your curiosity got the best of you and you had to know what was inside

🃏 While you were browsing, a tall red-head popped up beside you asking if you were looking for anything specific and/or needed any help

🃏 You felt a bit awkward, slightly flustered as you told him you were just looking and the young man gave you a smile, before offering you his hand to shake; he introduced himself as Fred Weasley

🃏 At the name, you realized you knew who he was, you had been a year older than him in Hogwarts, seeing him with his twin going around pranking professors and peers alike

🃏 For the next week or so, you gained the courage to come back to the shop, even though you never purchased anything, you merely came to see the eldest twin

🃏 You were surprised when Fred offered you a job at the joke shop, and you decided to take it, finding that your job was an easy one, restocking shelves; it also gave you more time with Fred

🃏 After a while, Fred asked if you wanted to go to dinner with him, to which you were a bit hesitant, as you were his employee after all; Fred had the same worries, noticing your hesitance, telling you that it was alright if you didn't want to go

🃏 You really liked Fred a lot, so the next day at work, after the children and skeptical parents left, you nervously asked Fred out to dinner; you could still remember the smile on his face and the way his cheeks and eye lit up

🃏 Dinner was amazing, eating at a small restaurant near the shop, you and Fred spoke about everything and anything, and Fred was happy to see you open up; he fondly admired the smile on your face and your sweet laugh as he retold a prank of his and his twin's

🃏 Fred cares deeply for you, making sure you are alright mentally and physically, and if you aren't be prepared to be bombarded with a lot of hugs, sweet words whispered in your ear, and all the time with him in the world

[kodakorpse]

hello gamers

so this is a little different to my normal stuff i post because. i decided halfway to turn it into my short story class and actually had to put in a character. so, yeah. updated rue! and teenage version because. he’s emo or something

step 2; here’s his design

and yeah. even tho it’s a lil different i hope u still enjoy this ^o^

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“I’m not dead,” Rue called into his house as he pushed the door open and stepped inside, keys jangling in the doorknob. He let his black school bag slip from his shoulder and onto the floor by the entrance of his house, then took off his zip up sweater and laid it over a nearby chair.

“What a surprise,” Opal’s voice floated down from the top of the stairs, her voice lilted with dry humor as Rue closed the front door.

Rue pulled off his shoes then climbed to the top of the stairs on track to the solace of his room. He trekked through the house, his socked feet creating soft footfalls on the dark wooden floor. The hallway and its floors were clean like they always were; there was no dust on the wooden side tables that sat against the old-fashioned dark green flowery wallpaper. He sort of thought the wallpaper was tacky, but his mom liked the rustic feeling it gave off.

He stopped in front of the door of his room and turned around to face the white bathroom across the hall, where he saw his mom standing inside with a tube of lipstick in her hand. The color was a warm berry one that matched almost perfectly with the cranberry of her hair.

She turned from the mirror to give her son a warm smile, then glanced around him as if looking for another person.

“I thought Qiu was going to be here today.”

Rue shrugged.

“They went home to do something. I think their mom needed help with cleaning, but they’ll be over later.”

Opal nodded in understanding, then turned back to the mirror and did a once over of her face with her eyes. “I’m heading to work in a few minutes,” she added, stepping out from the bathroom and ruffling her son’s hair, “Be good.”

He pushed her hand away and wrinkled his nose, running his free hand through his hair to get it to sit right again. His mom gave no reaction to his fourteen-year-old angst, other than giving him a little grin and a wink before making her way down the stairs. Rue huffed to himself and turned away from her, trudging back to the comfort of his own room.

He took a seat on the tan comforter that lay on his bed, stretching his arms up into the air. He watched as the rays of the fading sunlight ran through his outstretched fingers, warming his skin slightly and exposing the dust particles that floated through the air. It also revealed the fading black smudges on the side of his hand. It took him a second to realize it was his eye makeup he had partially rubbed off through his day.

He groaned to himself, prying his body off the bed. He grabbed the little bag of makeup wipes from the side table next to his bed, then took a seat on the floor in front of the full-length mirror by the end of it. He wiped his right eye, taking off bit by bit until his skin was as clean as he could get it without irritating his eyes.

He surveyed himself in the mirror halfway through the process; his bangs had fallen in front of his eyes and threw off his focus. He stared at his hair, which was cut into a kind of messy shag that he teased then flat-ironed straight. His sandy brown hair and pale, freckled skin made the cranberry of his eyes lined with black truly stand out against the rest of himself.

Rue was only able to think on his appearance for so long before he heard a voice call his name from outside his window. He looked at it in surprise, standing from where he had been sitting then going to peer outside. On the grass below his room stood his neighbor, their dark brown eyes fixed on Rue’s window. Rue opened the window with a fake melodramatic groan, then leaned his elbows on the windowsill to stare down at his friend.

Qiu was just the way Rue had come to know him, with his dark shoulder length hair pulled in a half up ponytail. His outfit was one of his signatures, a crème sweater with a triangle confetti pattern of cool blues and greens. It was one of Rue’s favorites to see his friend wear.

“And why are you screaming at me from my backyard and not ringing the doorbell like a normal person,” Rue asked, his tone of amusement hidden for a monotone one. The only thing that broke through his flat disposition was the slight smirk that tugged at his lips.

“I’ve only rang your doorbell like three hundred times,” Qiu teased back easily, shifting their weight to one hip sassily, “so are you going to let me in yet?”

Rue pretended to give it a thought, leaning forward on his elbows and tapping his cheek with his index finger.

“Nope.”

Rue’s smirk widened before he stepped back from the window and shut it. Disregarding the fact that his makeup was barely half off his face, he began to head downstairs and towards the front door. Qiu shook their head with amusement and headed to the front of the house. They had known Rue long enough to know that he was racing to the door to let them in.

Qiu hadn’t quite reached the front door by the time Rue had opened it, so that left him to lean against the doorframe, waiting with his arms folded in front of him.

“Hey stranger,” he greeted once they had made it, moving to the side to allow Qiu to pass by.

Qiu gave him a friendly ruffle of the hair, and Rue rolled his eyes in his usual teasing manner. The taller one snickered at him and Rue stared back with a feebly restrained smile. The eye contact was a little too prolonged for the shorter teen, so he was the first to look away. Rue angled his gaze away from Qiu’s face and down to his feet sharply.

“Take off your shoes,” Rue reminded them, “Mom’ll skin me if you track dirt into the house.”

He then, almost too quickly, turned away from his friend to race up the stairway. Rue shook his head as he climbed, mentally kicking himself for being weird around Qiu. Again. With his abrupt leave, Qiu was left to do as they were told, taking their shoes off then following the sandy-haired boy up to his room.

The warm family home was as familiar to Qiu as it was to the rest of the Whitlock family, from the mushroom brown walls of Rue’s bedroom to the circle rug on the floor of the downstairs living room. Plus, Rue was their best friend and had been since the both of them were ten back in 2010, so predicting what their friend was going to do came as easy to Qiu as a rabbit to a garden.

Low and behold, Rue was in fact in his room; he was groaning at his own reflection with his hand at his face. He pulled at his lower eyelid, his mental-kicking becoming a mental beating as he realized he had still been wearing half of his eye makeup.

“Fuck me,” he muttered to himself, too caught up in his own frustration to notice Qiu coming into the room through his door. He grabbed his makeup wipes from the floor where they had sat abandoned, taking one out and furiously scrubbing at his eye with the cloth.

“Your makeup’s pretty cool,” Qiu commented. Rue jumped at the sudden reminder that there was in fact another person in the room with him. However, he recovered quickly, replying with one of his usual smart-ass remarks.

“I know.”

Qiu shot him a flat look through the mirror and Rue cracked a smile.

He finished wiping off the rest of the black eye makeup, avoiding eye contact through the water-stained mirror. Qiu looked on with interest, simply watching their friend.

“Stop staring at me, weirdo.”

Rue’s eyes flicked up at them through the mirror with narrowed eyes and a slight flush on his pale skin. His friend laughed and took their gaze away from him, sitting down on his bed.

Their eyes drifted around the room, taking the familiar surroundings in easily. It was simple, almost nothing had changed from when they first began visiting. The room simply grew with his age. The paint on the walls hadn’t changed, but the toy chest that used to sit against the wall across from his bed had been replaced with a tall wooden dresser. And the green glow-in-the-dark stars that stuck to the ceiling had been taken down. It was still a bit strange to not see them anymore.

Pushing the thoughts away, Qiu’s eyes landed on the black pencil eyeliner and makeup palette that sat on Rue’s desk, the white labels having faded from months of use.

“Hey, can you do my makeup?” Qiu asked out of the blue. Rue was taken aback at the sudden vocalization, leaning back on his heels and sitting up straight, then peering over the end of his bed frame to look at them.

He fumbled for an answer, turning over the dirty makeup wipe in his hands as he stared back at Qiu with slightly widened eyes. The thought of being that close in proximity to their face left a tingly feeling in his chest, butterflies that felt a little more like beetles in the moment to the teenager.

“I mean, I theoretically can.” Rue replied, squashing the beetles in his chest and returning to his lackadaisical disposition. No matter what he felt towards his neighbor, he was always willing to help them out. Qiu was in the middle of exploring their gender identity, as Rue himself had already done when he was a lot younger, so if he could help his friend in any way, he would be more than happy.

“Pleaseee?” Qiu asked, drawing out the last sound for as long as they could before Rue cut them off with an annoyed groan.

“Fine, fine. Just shut up and sit down at my desk.”

Qiu smiled widely, moving from the bed to Rue’s desk. They took a seat and got comfortable while Rue stood above them. As they were doing so, he grabbed his eyeliner pencil from its place on the table and popped the cap off, flipping it in his hand as if to start, but he paused.

“Wait, what do you want me to do? Can I just do what I normally do to my face or..?”

Qiu shrugged in response.

“That helps me so much. Fuck you, I’m gonna do what I want.” Rue retorted flatly, grabbing Qiu’s face and turning it towards him.

Rue made quick work, loading the small, fluffy brush with a warm brown shade then dabbing it into the outer corners of Qiu’s eyes. It might’ve been a little awkward, especially when he messed up around a dozen times (mostly due to Qiu purposefully giving him a hard time then laughing at his frustration), but it eventually came together.

He topped it all off with black mascara and a small wing of eyeliner. He did have to look up how to do eyeliner on a monolid, but he eventually figured it out. That was even more of a hassle, even with Rue squishing Qiu’s face in his hand and holding them steady. When he was done he let out a sigh of relief, dropping their hand from his face. He really hoped that it hadn’t been clammy while he worked.

“Have you never sat still in your entire life??” Rue asked, exasperation seeping into his tone.

“Nope,” Qiu responded in the affirmative with a cheeky grin. That got them a firm flick between their eyes. Rue pulled out his smaller mirror from under his desk, then positioned it in front of them.

“Don’t you look like a pretty princess.” Rue remarked, placing a hand on his hip and watching Qiu dart their eyes from one to the other in the mirror. They were amazed to see how much their eyes popped with the auburn shade that had been placed in their outer corners of their eyes— and the way their eyelashes fanned out made them feel tingly.

“Oh,” was all they could manage. The lighthearted air flew out of the open window, a serious one replacing it as the two teenagers sat in the room.

Qiu’s hands drifted to their face. They looked the same but so different at the same time. Something about it made something in their head click. They looked up at Rue with wide eyes, who had been silently watching their reaction with a rare and softly genuine smile on their face.

“What’s up?”

“Is there a thing where you’re a boy and a girl and not really anything? You seem to know a lot about, um, gender stuff.”

There was a pause of silence.

“Maybe? I really don’t know, uh but I can try and look?”

Rue offered a graceless, yet supportive smile. He was never really good at providing reassurance, but for Qiu, he would definitely try his best. He brought a hand up to rest on their shoulder and gestured his other hand along with his words.

Qiu was silent. What if they were just weird, and no one else felt like this? However, Rue didn’t let them stay in their head for too long; he could tell they might’ve been thinking negatively.

“But, maybe you’re just Qiu and that’s alright too. Or, uh, you’re whatever else you want to be. Whatever it is, you’re my… best friend. No matter what, it'll always stay that way.” Rue caught his words in his throat before his own rambling before it could start. He winced at himself, especially at his lack of direction in his sentence.

Qiu met his awkwardness with a warm smile. Without warning, Qiu pulled Rue into an affectionate hug, burying their head into the space between his shoulder and neck. Rue froze in his place, a wild blush spreading from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. He lightly reciprocated, looking to the side in an effort to keep his composure.

“Thanks for listening, Rue. You.. you’re the best.”

“Yeah yeah, I know. Now get off me, weirdo.”

[lythea-creation]

I Will Win For Us - Clove Kentwell x fem reader (Chapter 2)

Chapter 1

warnings: fighting, ANGST

word count: 653

This chapter turned out really short and angsty. But the next one will be longer, promise. Tho still very angsty ...

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The reaping day had arrived and I could not be more anxious.

Clove and I were standing right next to each other.

I wanted to take her hand to ease her and more importantly my nerves, to remind us that we were still together, as safe as we could be. I wanted to remind her that she loved me and that one big part of her did not want to leave me behind. I wanted to remind her that I loved her and that I was not ready to let go, that I would never be.

Nevertheless I did not move.

I knew that Clove would not be able to take it. My reminder and her confidence that she had to fight were not compatible. It would break her. And no matter how much I wanted to stay with her, I could not do it on behalf of her feeling of self-worth.

My eyes were scanning over the crowd.

It did not really matter who was going to get reaped. In our district at least. The more important question was who and how many were willing to fight to get the chance to take part in the cruelest act of suffering and violence we all knew.

We were leading a good life compared to poorer districts. In my opinion it was insane to risk that for pride and more status. But for Clove it was a different story and I could not judge her for that. It was simply what we were taught from a young age.

Considering that, I was probably a rebel.

Yet a selfish part of me yearned to volunteer. But it would not change anything. Even if I somehow managed to win the Games, Clove would never forgive me. And I could not bear to lose her, no matter which way.

So all I could do was stand by and helplessly watch.

Watch how a fourteen year old girl was announced as this years representative of our district. Watch how eight other girls volunteered for her without hesitation, including Clove. Watch how they fought against each other.

My heart seemed to stop whenever Clove took a hit. But she had trained with me for years. Her fighting skills were way more than just decent. It was not that hard for her to take her opponents down.

Of course she had to win.

Then it was time for us to say goodbye. I could only hope that it would not be for forever.

Her family was around meaning we could not show our true emotions.

I had to hold myself back once again and be content with a hug. But it was enough. She would always be enough as long as she was with me. I did not need any huge gestures. I would throw the whole romantic part of our relationship away just to keep her as a friend.

We did not let each other go for a long time. Maybe we were not able to. In the end we were both afraid.

“Please … don't leave me behind”, I pleaded her quietly.

Clove loosened our hug to look at me, although her hands were still on my back, wandering down to my waist now actually.

We both had tears in our eyes.

And all of a sudden Clove kissed me passionately. Right in front of her parents.

Their shocked gasps were a mere background noise as I tried to burn every second with Clove into my mind.

When we parted again she flashed me a teary smile. It was rare to see her smile around others. It was mostly saved for me.

“I will win for us”, she promised me.

A promise she could not be sure to keep. Yet I gave my best to cling myself onto that tiny bit of hope.

It was everything that was left when I had to let Clove go.

Next Chapter

[higheldertala]

the star beast commentary

a bit of a mixed bag! some bits i liked, some bits i didn’t! but i wouldn’t be a dw fan if i wasn’t complaining so let’s go ✌️

the opening is awful!!! omg this is so bad. the directly talking to camera for exposition is 😖😖😖 cringe…

and the full shot of david tennant just standing on a green screen to the left of screen 😭😭😭 what is going on??

they could have just done a flashback montage? surely it would have been better than this?? idk i don’t care about new viewers what can i say

‘once upon a time lord’… cringe 😖 shut up

also this is all so pointless because fourteen literally repeats all of this exposition to shirley later!!!

title sequence! they are okay. maybe slightly overdone on the animation, i don’t know if the logo fits in well with it? will it grow on me? idk

the rtd1 era title sequence is still the elite one for me.

camden market! been there 😉

i feel like the doctor runs a very long way to help what would be a stranger with some boxes, i think the bumped into person gag would work fine (sorry this really nitpicking isn’t it)

the ‘what what what’ gag doesn’t get any funnier the more you do it russell 😭

‘never trust a man with a goatee’ the master brainrot in me says this is a reference to delgado!master

‘woman in the shop’, ‘man in the post office’ it’s all the master, i’ve connected the dots 😏

‘you can wear a suit that tight up to the age of 35 and no further’ 😂😂 russell you are so unserious

‘grand master/ mistress‘ more master reference 👀👀👀

also great to see we’re still making jokes about the doctor’s gender, im so glad we carried that on from the previous era(!) shut up boomers!!

the legacy of nerys 😂

living in london must be a nightmare if you live mortgage free and still can’t afford to live 😭 cost of livves crisis indeed

the deadnaming of rose was awful and really just unnecessary. like we didn’t need to know that knowledge at all

i understand the sentiment of wanting to show the existence of transphobia in society but idk i don’t think we need to see it in every piece of media that features a trans person (not to say this doesn’t exist, im sure there’s media out there!). i think trans people deserve to watch media where they don’t have to be reminded of the horrible discrimination they face daily. especially with shows that are escapism like doctor who

lovely to see donna being a fiercely protective and supportive mum tho

the sonic creating a screen and interface is so silly. whyyy 😭 it’s not necessary. i don’t actually mind not seeing a visual of the sonic readings the doctor sees

maybe the exposition dump of the doctor getting his old face back and the donna situation would be fine if this aired a week after potd but we’ve had this same ass conversation for the past 13 months and im so sick of hearing it

maybe this is just preference, but sometimes i feel like we treat different incarnations as different entities to an extent? i don’t know i don’t think it (regeneration) would be such a big deal to timelords themselves. but that’s my opinion, we know russell think very grandeur-ly of regeneration. i guess it doesn’t matter and i think this dialogue probably fits in as exposition for audience about the previous incarnations of the doctor so idk ignore this rambling i guess

i will say i don’t like the reducing incarnation down to a single trait. and 13 just being referred to as ‘woman doctor’ 😖😖😖 same vibes as people referring to missy as ‘woman master’ 😭

when i say i want doctor who to talk about/ explore gender… this ain’t it

sylvia slapping 14 is awful and unnecessary. the companions’ mums slapping the doctor gag still isn’t funny russell, it’s just assault.

‘space rat’ ‘ferret from mars’ ‘mad paddington’ i love donna 😂

it’s so sad to see them talk about wilf in context of bernard cribbins passing away. i thought he might have had a dedication at the end of the episode. maybe he will for the giggle if that’s the episode with his scenes in?

it’s such a boomer thing to do the whole gen z accusing ’you’re assuming x pronouns’ 🙄

the sonic creating shields. FUCK. OFF. this is silly!!!! why is sonic so fucking overpowered now it’s ridiculous!! please stop with the sonic pleaseeeeee. this is worse than 13 using it to scan everything constantly 😭

the doctor giving donna the sonic subconsciously was very cute though

‘resonating concrete’!! i love this reference very good very good

the meep running across the doorway was funny

the barrister wig is so cringe 😖 please stop i know it’s a reference to the 4th doctor but uhhhh… just no. it’s almost as bad as the sontaran chocolate joke 😖

the sonic can now teleport people as well? 😭😭😭 paiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

so glad to see everything can be solved with a wave of the sonic, nothing fucking changes there then(!)

im not sure what to think about the weapons in shirley’s wheelchair, i think it would be best to consult wheelchair users on what they think on this

donna calling him the doctor 🥹🥹🥹

a glass wall dividing the middle of the room is such a plot contrivance… what?? why on earth would this ever exist on a ship??

‘who cares about me? i do!’ 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

there’s so much technobabble in this climax, uhhh it’s way too much to me, it’s overkill it really is

on first viewing i nearly cried at donna ‘dying’ knowing full well she lives 🥺 it’s so great to feel something again watching doctor who

14 cradling donna’s body is so heartbreaking and then him not caring if he dies 😭😭😭

i was so happy to see the meta crisis had passed onto rose, that was cool

i don’t understand the ‘binary/ non-binary’ bit, it doesn’t add anything to the explanation, just rose being donna’s child makes sense enough

‘the doctor is male and female’ i don’t get this at all, i feel like we’re adding gender to where it doesn’t need to

‘and neither and more’ i agree this sentiment more.

i would presume the boss is the toymaker, but the in-vision commentary for the episode says david doesn’t know their identity and idk if they were just joking or if this boss is someone entirely different

‘it’s a shame you’re not a woman anymore cause she’d have understood’ first of all… cringe, second god such a fundamental misunderstanding of 13’s character 😖

every reference to 13 in this episode is just to bring up that shes a woman 🙃🙃🙃

‘something a male presenting time lord will never understand’ shut! up! boomer! this is one of the cringey-est lines in the show omg. also so stupid to think the doctor has immediately forgotten their perspective of the world as 13??? literally doesn’t make sense, time lords wouldn’t see gender this way?

this make much better sense by just saying the doctor wouldn’t understand ‘as a time lord’ and not a human, i mean the resolution is still naff but this would make it slightly better by not adding this gender aspect for like no reason

the resolution of the meta crisis of ‘just letting is go’ is so stupid!!! this completely undermines the ending of journeys end!! at least the trend of undermining previous events in anniversary specials carry on(!) at least russell only doing to this to own work this time… but still

why can’t just spilting the meta crisis between two people be enough? i’d buy it.

so by ‘letting go’ donna and rose aren’t part time lord anymore?? do they still have the memories/ knowledge of the doctor?? slightly unclear

14 and donna making pouty faces at sylvia 😂

i said it before but yeah tardis interior bad 😖😖😖 why is it all white? 😭

at least 12’s interior can sleep at night knowing it’s still the goat

very cute to see david tennant doing zoomies tho

14 and donna fangirling aw ☺️

donna spilling coffee on the console was so funny 😂 honestly might be my favourite bit of the episode

booooooo disney logo at the end :/

concluding thoughts: it was good, i did enjoy it, although there was quite a lot of cringe in it for me. and i think the gender stuff was very clumsy done (even if rtd has good intentions), it really didn’t land and just didn’t add anything. seeing the doctor and donna again was very comforting, there was definitely a warm blanket of nostalgia that certainly carried the episode, i would guess the story might not appeal to me as much without them im sure. i didn’t notice the directing, so it did a good job, very glad to see that!! i liked rose, it certainly great to see a trans woman in doctor who and im so happy for that! im sure she’ll definitely be a good addition if (when) she comes back for ncuti’s run. i love donna of course! always and forever my queen, such a joy to see her! i didn’t expect anything less. the other negatives ive discussed, the sonic being wayyyyy overpowered is certainly annoying and the tardis reveal was underwhelming for me unfortunately. but im very excited to see the upcoming episodes, hopefully it will only go up from here. will be clowning myself this week that either sacha or peter will be in the next episode! 😅

have i done ratings out of 10 before? idk this would probably sit around a 7? maybe. could have been tweaked just to bump up the rating but what can i say, a massive improvement from the ch*bnall era and for that im certainly happy!

[ebijinua]

Annotation

By now, we began to separate. One knight watched one Scholar, and another watched the other.

Only fourteen of us persist. Fourteen knights watch our every move. Our time in the Soul Sanctum is no longer. It is now a place for the Husk Sentries to rest and train in. Though, our minds still look at its past. We think back on what we did, of who we worshipped and learned from. Our urges still lay true, but only mentally. We cannot harm another bug again. We cannot harm another for a goal that only the Soul Master cared for.

We begin anew, but how we can begin anew is another question.

The annotation of our lives has now begun.

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feel free to read my (entirely revised) version of the scholar's annotation, now with less confusing chapter jumps and a plot idea that i can actually do a lot with! YAAAY

the stories will also include OSTs and arts (that i made meself) to help give the chapters some needed flavor :> (tho they'll be coming much after the chapter's already submitted- depending of course lol)

[subtletruamadumping]

Random Bits; no title

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Not for the faint of heart. I wrote this in the middle of realizing how awful a lot of the things that happened to me in the past were. I can't believe I ever thought this was a good idea to write. Probably pretty cathartic, tho.

TW: Incest, Murder, Rape, Pregnancy, Pedophilia. Legitimately, this is one of the worst things I've ever written. If I could burn it, I would.

I don't remember exactly when I wrote this. I don't have a lot of memory of this point in my life.

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“Do you really know how your father died?” The little voice startled the men. They turned quickly to the voice. Ada had entered the room silently behind them.

“Do you really know how your father died?” She repeated, coming further into the room.

“Of course, I do.” Lord Drake hissed at her “Get out of here, you brat.” Her head turned slightly, listening to his words, then she began to slowly move towards him.

“I don’t think you do, truly.” She murmured “It’s a long, sad story. You seem to think he died from an accident. However, I know it to be a murder.”

“Murder?” Drake scoffed “Don’t be silly.”

“It is the truth.” She told him “I know it. I know the motive. I know the means. I know the murderer. Perhaps, however, you think such tales too foolish and prefer not to listen?”

“Out with it, girl.” He growled “How do you know so much? What relation would you, a girl of fourteen, have to my father’s death, which was more than thirty (?) years ago?”

“Oh, this story doesn’t only involve me, of course.” She explained “There are many major characters, but I will introduce them when they become necessary to know. At the beginning, however, we shall just start out with Sir Drake, your father. You knew him, I presume?”

“You watch how you speak, girl.” He barked at her “Remember, I am still your master and you can still be punished.” She smiled thinly and nodded, but didn’t back away.

“Our first character, then, is Sir Drake. He was very much then as you are now. Cruel, violent, and unforgiving. His sins are very similar to your own, which you probably know. Where else would you have learned them? You see, your father found himself an Ada; a little girl he could rape whenever he pleased. You won’t remember her, it was before you were born. This little girl’s name was Eliza, our second character, and he was so cruel to her that he nearly drove her to death with his beatings. Unfortunately for Sir Drake, Eliza was a very fertile girl and soon bore him a child; a son. Not wishing disgrace, but also knowing his own wife was barren, Eliza was cast out, but the son was raised as a Drake. He was named... Richard.” Lord Drake’s jaw tightened with this word and his fingers dug into the leather of the chair.

“You lying witch.” He hissed “This is complete nonsense.”

“My Lord, we have yet to come to the part of his death.” She said innocently “Wouldn’t you care to know that bit?”

“You do not need my permission to continue. Be aware that the more lies you tell, the worse your punishment will be.” She smiled and nodded, again, but kept talking.

“Richard grew into a young man that was so much like his father, Sir Drake’s wife threw herself out the window of her bedroom.” The little girl continued on in her soft, slow voice “That is well known by all, so I shan’t spend any more time on it. Richard, with no moral guidance besides his monstrous father, somehow managed to seduce himself a wife. She bore him two sons before she realized the magnitude of her mistake and left, taking the youngest. Little did she know that there was another child she hadn’t gotten to care for.”

“Another child?” Drake scoffed “How would my own wife not know if there was another child?”

“Because, this child wasn’t her’s.” Ada answered softly “Perhaps you remember a servant of yours. She helped in the kitchen. Do you not remember Gladys?”

“Should I remember each of my servants?”

“It matters not, but she remembered you. You see, Lord Drake, you have a nasty habit of raping your servants, just like your father. It can be logically assumed, then, that you raped Gladys. She conceived a daughter, for you, but had to run away before she could tell your wife.”

“What does this have to do with my father?” Drake snapped “I don’t care about the child, tell me about my father.”

“Very well.” Ada sighed “Gladys came to you specifically. Your horrors are well known, but she still came to work for you. Why would she do that, any sane person would ask? I know the answer. Gladys wasn’t her original name. It was Eliza.” Silence filled the room as Ada smirked slightly. She couldn’t see it, but Drake’s face had lost all color and his mouth hung slightly open. Ada paused just long enough for the words to sink in, but didn’t want to be interrupted. She continued on.

“Eliza wasn’t to be allowed on Sir Drake’s estate ever again, so she went elsewhere to seek her revenge on him.” The little voice didn’t waver or stutter as she let the story unfold “She knew of Richard’s family and went to work for them under an assumed name. She found her place in the kitchen and bided her time, knowing, someday, Sir Drake would pay the house a visit. She suffered through all your rapings, beating, and torments. She suffered through it all and waited patiently for the day Sir Drake decided to visit for supper. You think it was a stupid mistake? A slip of the hand that dropped the poisonous mushrooms in the stew? If that were the case, then why did only Sir Drake become ill? Why was it only Sir Drake, a few days later, that died in his bed? It was no stupid mistake, but a clever revenge ploy that succeed.”

“Where is this girl, now?” Drake growled “Where is she? She thinks she’s got her revenge, but I’ll make her life more miserable than--”

“You can’t.” Ada interrupted “She died giving birth to your daughter.”

“Then, where is the child?” Drake sneered “She’ll pay for what her mother did.”

“Her mother? You mean, of course, your mother.” Ada politely corrected him “Do you not remember that I already told you she also gave birth to you?”

“You lie.” Drake snarled.

“I wouldn’t lie for fear of the punishment.” She said flatly “Everything I have told you is true and everything I will tell you is true.”

“Then, where is this girl?” He hissed “Show me this child that your speak of.”

“I have.” She said, a smirk twisting her lips “I am your sister. I am your daughter.”

“YOU LIE!” Drake roared, throwing his chair back as he leapt to his feet.

“I do not lie.” She replied “I tell the truth and there is more to it. You raped my mother to conceive me and she ran, frightened if she was found to have killed your father. She ran, then had me. I came back, though, to get my revenge. Mine will be different, though. I don’t want you to die. I want you to suffer for the rest of your days knowing how you’ve committed these disgusting acts. You think raping your mother and then your sister and daughter is the worst of it? There is more. I’m am with child.”

“YOU LIE!” He roared, again.

“I do not. Your child is what is making me ill, not some sickness. And, don’t try to argue with me that the child is not yours. The only other man to touch me died before I conceived. When you killed Dustan, you destroyed the only way for you to blame someone else. Your sister and daughter is carrying your son, grandson, and nephew. This is my revenge, Richard Drake. Now you finally see yourself for what your really are: a disgusting bastard who pleasures himself with insest!”

Her face had flushed red and her fists were trembling. Her eyes were on fire, dimmed slightly by the fog in them, and she spat in his face with surprising accuracy. Drake let out a horrific shout and lunged at her, knocking her to the ground. She screamed and clawed at his hands that found their way around her throat and Nathaniel rushed to pull him off, using all his strength to free the little girl. She coughed and sputtered, curling on her side as she gasped for breath. Nathaniel held Drake by the arm, still pulling him backward as he growled and screamed at the girl until he was able to drag him out of the room.

[kwon-eunbi]

No, that sounds so interesting! How many languages do you speak then? I graduated a while back, but I also got a degree in language and social sciences, it’s so much harder than people think. Like yeah there’s the speaking part of it, but it was around my third weekend in the departmental library getting ready for an oral project in a language not spoken since 900 that I really wondered what I was doing there. How did you get into informational sciences? What’s your favorite class you’re taking (or have taken if this term’s dull)?

I don’t know if you know A.C.E at all, but Jun covered “12:45” about a year ago and I annoyed everyone with my insistence that this is IT this song has PEAKED no one else even BOTHER trying to cover it, but then Wooyoung dropped his and I was like OKAY they can SHARE IT. (The fact that they’re both short kings makes it even better) He’s really got the vocals and is so underappreciated for it.

“Inception” was so good! I know they were teasing “Guerilla” era at the end of the “Answer” video, but in the end I’m glad that was delayed (San’s vocal growth especially over those two years), and that we got something as good as “Inception” as their first derailed-by-covid-comeback. Hongjoong with his blue hair and little half skirts was truly exceptional. And “Say My Name” was also truly Such An Era omg Wooyoung in his little cropped fur jacket go baby go.

It sounds like you like their more melodic songs, what did you think of the tonal shift into “Guerilla”?

I started watching Lucifer, but fell off when I didn’t have time, if it’s good I’ll check it out again! Recently I’ve just been rereading books I loved when I was about fourteen and getting entirely different experiences out of them now. Mostly Discworld, but also quite a bit of Salinger and Rilke, and right now I’m rereading Water for Elephants on the bus every morning.

Sorry to write a whole essay, but I hope you have a wonderfully restful weekend~

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i mean it is interesting, but i'm just tired of the constant assignments and studying lmaoo. well i do speak two fluently (croatian, my native language, and english), but i do know swedish and german well. i also do know some korean but i definitely need to work on it more haha.

ohhhh wait did you study latin? tbh i loved latin, i had it for two years in high school. but social sciences sounds really interesting, and i definitely agree, it really isn't as easy as people think, especially when you're majoring in certain language you also need to learn everything about the language and the country and culture, not just the language. and well information sciences... actually i thought i'd have some programming subjects but i was wrong about that lmaoo but i can go to become a librarian from it (which i really hope i'll get in) since that is one of the careers i did always want. honestly all subjects this term are boring af.... but i think the ones i liked the most were swedish in the first two semsters and web design basics (which was kinda easy for me since i learned the basics of coding on my own lmao). what about you tho? how many languages can you speak?

ohh yes i do know a.c.e but i didn't know he covered it omg, i'll have to check it out! and sooo true.

yes yes i couldn't agree more! and yes hongjoong in say my name era was def sth else. honestly that era is so iconic! and to think it was only a few months after their debut...KINGS!! and ikrr wooyoungs jacket and the hair and that specific line he has in the chorus oooof forever obsessed with it

yeahh i do like more melodic songs but i did love guerilla! honestly i'm a fan of everything they release. whatever they put out i will devour hahah. but i do like their songs that are more like answer and treasure and inception. wbu tho? what songs of theirs do you like?

ohhh i definitely recommend continuing lucifer. s5 fell off of a bit but it was still good nonetheless. ohhhh i hope you enjoyed rereading them! honestly i was thinking of rereading some of my favorites too (it's not like i don't have a huge tbr list lmaoo) that's not just heartstopper which i reread idek how many times already in the past 3 years lmao

and dw, i love when people talk to me <3 even tho idek who you are yet hahah but i do apologize for even a longer essay in response hahah and i hope you have a good and restful weekend too <333

[punksarahreese]