#I trully don’t know what this is

[acediaedeus]

the reason I like Grimmjow so much is, obviously, because he’s a feline-adjacent character and that’s all I really need. and that’s also why my mission in this life is to slap as many feline traits on him as possible.

but before that I need to reinforce my “cat person Ichigo” agenda, because he would definitely be one, and not just because of Grimmjow, no. I just feel like if Ichigo had to get a pet it would be a cat, because cats are rather self-sufficient and independent, they don’t require 24/7 attention (rather hate it even), their needs are easily met and over all they are quiet, calm. cats enjoy a great nap and lazing around, but do get into a playful mood at times, which all sounds to me very much like Ichigo. also I think the ways cats show affection would really appeal to him, as well as their companionable silence, their presence small, but comforting, because they let you know you’re not alone.

so, enter Grimmjow with all his feline grace, a predator to his very core, snappy and yet intelligence shines in all that he does. and when things come down to affection he is still so very cat-like with it. a cat who’s been hurt, had to fight and hunt to survive, bristly and quick to anger and oh so slow to trust. just like the stray that you see on a street, that you get down on your knees for and thrust your hand out so it can sniff it or swipe its claws at or get frightened by, forcing it to retreat, run away, whatever wins out in that stray’s mind: curiosity, flight or fight. and Grimmjow is that stray too, but pride won’t let him run away and he’s been wondering the world long enough to not be so easily swayed into what could very well be a trap by mere curiosity. that is, until Kurosaki Ichigo.

and so Grimmjow meets him and falls into his trap, not willingly, not without a fight. he hisses and growls, he yells and spits venom, he scrambles to get out, claws like daggers swiping at everything, anything, to find something to dig into, so he can pull himself out. and yet he can’t, and with time resigns himself to the fact, that he doesn’t even really want to.

Kurosaki’s presence at first disappoints, nothing, but prey in all his terror, shaking hands, erratic movements, but as the fight goes on the boy feels less and less like prey, and then his mouth is twisted into something deranged, something similar if not identical to Grimmjow’s own smile, all sharp teeth and the promise of violence. maybe not so disappointing after all. every next time they fight each other after that Kurosaki’s presence gets more intense, at times making Grimmjow’s hair stand on end. and then they don’t see each other for a long time, and then they do, and Grimmjow somehow failed to notice when Kurosaki’s presence stopped feeling like something crushing down on him, urging him to fight against whatever it is and destroy it, and more like a blanket, light, but there, seemingly insignificant and yet comforting and warm.

Kurosaki Ichigo doesn’t feel like a fight all the time anymore, although Grimmjow enjoys every second of it when he does, and he finds that he doesn’t mind it as much as he thought he would. the boy, who’s not even a boy anymore, is there, on his knees before a stray, holding out his hand, ready to bleed, but hoping for softness. and Grimmjow is that stray, ready to claw and yet choosing to trust, if only for a second. and when that trust doesn’t result in hurt, Grimmjow finds it brings security.

anyway, before I ramble even more, oh my god, what is this?!?!?? all I wanted to write was “Grimmjow and Ichigo are like those lions you see in TV programs about wildlife, nuzzling each other’s heads and then flopping down against the other for a nap”??? what is this shit 💀🙏🏻??

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Just like in the movies | CL16

― Pairing: Charles Leclerc x actress!reader ― Warnings: curse words and typos; innacurate race schedule. ― Summary: You're shooting a new movie about racing cars, but you did not expect to get a racing heart from a certain driver. (based on this request).

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Fairytale

A/N: Based on this prompt requested by an anonymous person, if you see this, I love you, thanks for requesting! 🎄❤️

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11. Nice

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem. reader

Word count: 870

CW: Insecure reader, reader wears a dress.

There’s always this moment before going to the Avengers' parties, as you are in the middle of getting ready, where you start second guessing if what you are wearing is fine. Is the dress you've chosen too much or not enough? Is it too formal, or have you missed the mark on the dress code? Whatever it is, though, you are stuck with your choice since behind you, meeting your eyes with nothing but love and admiration, Bucky keeps saying how gorgeous you look. If only you could see with his eyes the way your dress makes you glow. There’s no way he would let you change, not when you look like that.

As you wait for your car to arrive, in the middle of a cold Brooklyn street where you feel like the street lights shine on you like a spotlight, you can’t help but feel self-conscious from the way you look. “Everybody’s looking at me.” You whisper against Bucky’s shoulder, trying to hide from prying eyes.

Truth is, there aren’t as many peaky lookers as you think there are; your mind plays tricks against you as you pull and tug the fabric, Bucky’s arm working as a shield against the rest of the world.

“That’s ‘cause you look stunning, doll.” He reassures you still, with a tender kiss pressed against your forehead, and when you look up to protest him, to tell him how you definitely missed the dress code, the only spotlight that matters is the one reflecting the admiration in Bucky's eyes.

"I still feel like it's too much," you insist, cheeks tinted with a rosy hue.

“Sweetheart, listen to me,” Bucky stands before you, grabbing your arms softly to make you look at him, his fingers traveling up and down your arm when your eyes meet his. “I promise you, you are the most stunning woman that has ever graced this earth.”

"Bucky..." you roll your eyes, but his smirk and laughter reassure you.

“I’ve been here a while, I know what I’m saying.” He concludes with a smirk that makes you laugh too. “I swear, you look perfect. So perfect, that when we get back home, I’ll make sure the whole building will hear the way I-”

“Excuse me,” a tiny voice interrupts your giggles, tugging at Bucky’s leg from somewhere close to the floor. The voice matches a little girl no more than six, who looks up at you with her eyes shining like Christmas lights.

“Hi there,” He greets with a surprised smile. “Are you okay? Are you lost?” Bucky adds immediately, the worry that washed over his voice making your heart feel warm.

“No, I’m not lost, I saw you from there..” she points at a corner from where a woman runs towards you, most likely her worried mother. “And I ran so fast! Because I-” She stops when she sees you looking at her, her eyes instantly shying away as her hand gestures to Bucky to crouch down until he reaches her height. “I wanted to say hi to the princess.” As she whispers, Bucky’s smile becomes gradually wider until it reaches his ears. “If she is your girlfriend can you tell her I say hi, please?”

Bucky looks at you with the fondest look he’s ever shown. “Why don’t you tell her, I’m sure the princess would love to hear it.” They exchange a look, Bucky encouraging her as she takes a step towards you.

“Hi princess,” she speaks up to you as you almost melt from how cute this little girl was, trully believing she was seeing a real-life fairytale princess. “You look really pretty.”

“Oh my- I-” You stutter a bit, getting flustered by the second. Words begin to fail you, but you are not one to break a little girl’s fantasy. “Thank you very much, so do you.” You notice she's all dressed up too, probably heading to a party too.

Her eyes light up and she takes your hand. “I want to be a princess when I grow up, just like you!”

“I’m sure you are going to be a wonderful princess.” You assure her, just as her mother arrives with a thousand apologies as she takes the girl away.

“Don’t worry about it,” You tell her with a wave, discarding all her worries.

“You are so nice, hopefully she will become like you one day, this little munchkin.” The munchkin in case can’t stop laughing as she is dragged away by her mother, who can’t do much but shout her goodbyes: “Goodbye princess! And goodbye handsome prince!”

Bucky stands up again as you both laugh at the moment, and when he meets your eyes again and his hands find yours to intertwine, he repeats his words again: “I told you: beautiful.”

"For all I know, you hired that girl," you playfully accuse, a light-hearted tease escaping your lips as you pull him closer with a smile that dissolves into a kiss. His own smile meets yours, letting go of your hands to hold your waist instead, erasing any distance that could be between you.

The sound of a car horn interrupts the tender exchange, and you part with shared smiles and love-filled eyes. For all he cares, in his eyes you are a fairytale princess, too.

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[qsmplover]

Hi! Could you do some Headcanons for federation!Reader x Cellbit please?

"Thank you for being with me"

Cellbit x Federation!Reader.

I didn't know if you meant 'someone that is part of the federation' or 'someone that FAKES being part of the federation' [Spy] and as I wanted some fluff and not angst, I decided to do the second option - If you want the first, please tell me! And also, I think it's noticeable that I'm a simp for him.

Solo headcanons.

I'm a full believer that Cellbit love language is words of affirmation and acts of service.

Cellbit is loyal to you and won't let anyone know your secrets.

Because you are part of the federation for 'same' motives, he would let you close.

He would only trully trust you if you showed him your plans and cover things for him.

He has loyalty issues, he was betrayed 4 times [2 in Jail (People used him to escape without him) and 2 times nowadays (Max - Lying - and Forever/Richarlyson - Blackmail)]

Please tell this man that he doesn't need to change to be perfect. He needs confirmation that he is doing the right thing.

Be aware that he doesn't need words to feel your love... If you just hug him to death, he is going to feel it.

He doesn't like PDA, even in his 'Villain ARC'.

Would hold your hand 24/7 just to protect you... [That's a half lie]

Imagine:

 Working for the federation, you didn't think that you would happen to… Meet a really interesting individual. One that loves enigmas, loves to be part of this whole story and to discover even more about anything in his way… He was one of the few that you knew that could happen to be a threat to the federation.

 You weren’t surprised when he started his ‘Villain arc’, going out of his way to… Act bad… After all, it was all an act.

 You knew the truth about his act - They were the same reason for you to join the federation, he just needed to be stronger and smarter than you… After all, when you join this thing… You can only wish to be stronger.

 When you look at Cellbit, you see a strong mind… But what about his strenght?

 There were very strong individuals and you felt like it was your destiny. You could teach him some stuff you know and he would be your… Duo for now. If you can protect him and he can protect you, that would be enough.

 Cellbit was in front of you, the federation accepted him as a part of it and he was currently understanding how this all works… You asked the others to let you guide Cellbit and, because you are "trustable" for them, they let you… And now, you need to be sure about your next words.

 "...Cellbit. Interesting" You repeated his name, picking his interest as he looked at you "That is all an act, isn't it?" You could see that he had 0 reactions to that phrase, but before he could say something - you cut him off "No need to lie for me. I'm no different from you… I'm also someone who is currently planning to destroy the Federation."

 Cellbit didn't seem to believe in you, because he said: "I don't know why you think that it was an act… Do you really think I would leave everything behind?!"

 "Don't be defensive now…" You took a paper out of your bag, and gave it to him. "That paper has everything you need to know… Hope you can trust me a bit. After all, I’m no different to you… And you will notice it."

 He started reading the paper in silence, it was almost like he wasn’t believing your words still… But - at the end of the paper - he smiled and just looked at you.

 “I shall believe in you…” Those were the words that marked your relationship with him.

 After this day, you two become closer and closer… To a point that you could only trust him and he can only trust you, it didn’t matter his other friend's opinion in this matter… They don’t know about the danger that the federation is, they don’t acknowledge that if the federation notices that he still loves them…

Bônus.

He wasn’t feeling well today… - Actually he wasn’t feeling well for weeks. He was in his… Bed, alone and with a photo of him and Richas [with his friend's face covered in ink]... He needed to do that, but now… After so long, he can’t seem to remember their faces… The only face he can remember is Felps and… Well, yours.

 He did not even react when you knocked at his door, just answered with ‘It’s open’ and continued to look at the photo.

 “Cellbit.” You called for him, he finally looked at you and waited for you to continue while you closed the door “Do you need a hug?” After a long time, knowing each other, trusting each other… And knowing that you could only reach out for the other… You two become closer than you have imagined… Cellbit wasn’t too affectionate, his way of showing that he cares about you is far different from that…

 But now, he doesn’t care.

 He doesn’t care if the federation sees or hear it.

 “I miss them, [name]” He said as he pulled you into a tight hug “I miss them more than anything…” “...It’s going to be over soon… And you will finally go back to them…” When you said this, Cellbit distanced himself a bit and looked at you - he was still with that stupid “toaster looking glasses” but he immediately took them off. “With you… I’m going back with you.” He corrected you and kissed your lips “Thank you, [Name]... For being with me.”

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Scared To Be Happy - Leah Williamson x Reader

It's my first imagine, hope you like it! (Plus english isn't my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes). Maybe I'll make it a series, if u like it.

It has some past Alexia Putellas x Reader, some fears, maybe truamas, angst.

Not read proof.

Part 2

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Leaving Barcelona was something that never crossed Y/n mind until her brake up with the captain of the team, Alexia Putellas. How things ended broke your heart in a lot of pieces, especially when you denied it and tried to hide from everyone what was yours trully feelings.

So when she got that call saying Arsenal wanted to sign for four seasons, she don´t even though twice to accept. One month later and Y/n was on a plane on her way.

Right away  you became close with Katie McCabe, becoming best friends in a matter of two months. Everything was fine, you got play time, made a new best friend (one that you would dare to say was like a life sister for you), usually went out with your teammantes to eat or have some drinks (especially with Katie or Leah Williamson).

And that’s it. Leah Williamson. You always had a smile to her, would fight to defend her on the field and especially, would always be touchy with her. You weren’t a touchy person, at least not with everyone, you had a unconscious list off people who could hug and kiss you. And everyone knew it. Everyone saw how you was with the blondle. McCabe would say “You’re like a puppy around her and a lyon to defend her honor. Soooo in love...”

You always denied. You couldn’t be in love, not again and not with Leah. C’mon she could be with anyone she wanted and you were just... You. So you denied to yourself and to everyone else.

“Hey, the team is going to have some drinks, you in?” Beth asked after practice. You nodded your head and you both went to get changed.

After many drinks you were on the corner at the table watching Leah, Beth, Katie and Lotte dancing awkwardly with each other. Viv, Rafa and Little were on the table in a conversation that you really wasn’t paying attention.

“So... How are you?” You hear Viv ask, and you turn to her. The others no longer seen.

“I’m fine, I guess. And you?” You reply, not really undestanding the real meaning of her question.

“I’m fine... I know I’m not McCabe, but you know you can trust me, right? I’m here to hear and help you...” You frown. Was there something happening that you didn’t know? But then, she looks to Leah and turns back to you. It’s like something clicks on you.

“I... Well, I... Uh... I just got out of a heart break like six months ago... I can’t feel anything for anyone. Won’t let myself feel like shit again... Plus, we’re just friends. I think she’s seeing someone else, actually.” You swallow your drink and look at your empty glass.

“I’m sorry about that. She must be someone really stupid to loose someone like you. You’re a golden girl, Y/n. If I haven’t found the love of my life already and If I didn’t have Leah like a competitive, I would totally go for you.” She laughs a little while you turn a bit red.  “But for real, we all think that Leah has something for you. You should allow yourself to feel. That blonde over there is a really nice person, but already know that. All I trying to say is allow yourself to feel what you are already feeling. It’s stupid how you both are in love with each other, especially ‘cause you try to hide it from yourselves. She’s not your ex, plus if she break your heart I’ll get Katie to tackle her.”

“I don’t think she feels something for me, but that’s okay. Thank you for saying those things. Really. I will have this three days of break to think about all of that. I just... I’m so fucking afraid to be hurt again...” You give her a sad smile and she hugs you.

“Hey! Everything alright?” You both turn to see Leah stading close to you, looking straight into your eyes with worry. Viv gives a gentle squeeze in your arm and let you go.

“Yes, just having some heartfull drunk conversation. Nothing to be worried.” You answer and give her a small smile. She grabs your hand and pushs you up and close to her. You allow her to do it all.

“Come dance with me, please.” She says looking into your eyes and you just nod, not trusting your own words, she was incredible beautiful and attractive with her hair a little messy because of all dacing, her eyes were a little dark too and had something you couldn’t really know what was.

You went to the dance floor, both stading in front of each other and dacing to the beat of the song. Your eyes locked. Unknowingly you closed the distance, now with your bodies glued. Leah put her arms around your neck and instinctively you put yours hand around her waist. Yours hips moved in sync.

Miedema’s words still fresh on your mind, you say without noticing. “You’re looking incredible.”

You only realise you said that because of how her cheeks turn a bit red and she got that little smirk on her lips. She doesn’t reply, instead she just hides her face on your neck. You can feel her breath on your skin, and that’s make you take a deep breath.

Viv was right, you actually had feelings for Leah. With that being realised and the end of the song you excuse yourself, grab your things and go. You couldn’t be in the same room as her. Not right now. You heard the blonde calling your name, but you didn’t turn around.

When you got home all you could do was cry. Cry out of fear, fear of feeling something for somebody else. You had thought it was just a crush and nothing else. You hear your phone ring and just turn it off. You had to alone.

You were just afraid, all the memories of how Alexia came to your home after practice and ended things, saying she “sometimes felt everything and sometimes didn’t feel nothing at all”. It was how thing were for you, everyone would say and show love for you until they just fell out of love.

And with these thoughts you cry your to sleep.

[smaeemo]

As a whole, I think so many people don’t truly understand what “being an adult”/having a developed brain, can look like. What I see so much of the time is writers/fans making these fully grown characters act well like teenagers. Which, isn’t suprising given that most of us are in fact teenagers. AND THIS IS NOT A CRITICISM. But more as an observation. I think that when we see a character, say, Buck, and we start to project onto them we turn them roughly to our age. Or whenever we really look at characters/character relationships, we are looking at them, from OUR ages. And so, when I see people head cannoning/speculating things that are very “teenagery” I get the sense of this. And AGAIN there is really nothing wrong with that, until it becomes toxic. And so, you know, I interact and I enjoy these things, until it starts to get out of hand. Such as, the whole “lets all hate on tommy/lou ferrigno jr” situation. And I am FULLY aware this wasn’t just buddie shippers. TRUST. But, what we see there, is that their own insecurities are showing through, and their own perceptions of what relationships will look like in a (teenagery) personal perspective.

And I really, trully and honestly relate, understand, and totally get where we are coming from. And I would be super hypocritical to say I don’t sometimes do this, but when it gets to the point where there is such intense infantilism and drama coming from/to these 40y olds, it starts to get a little tiring. Because, so much of what makes (healthy) adults, “adulty” is the way they interact and view relationships and themselves.A

And because we as teenagers/trauma havers/etc. don’t really see what it’s like/have experienced it, specifically if you’ve never been in/seen a healthy relationship OR the contrary, we don’t really understand what it means to really have this healthy developmental understanding. So, when we look at these characters and relationships, we see it from a teenage/etc. perspective, rather than the target age that the characters are themselves.

Which is why, if you’ve ever rewatched a show, even if just a few months or years apart, you start to notice and see more things. And that just shows that we as people are always maturing and developing. Which is why, when we get older/a broader perspective, so many shows and characters will become so much more intense or understandble.

So again, I will reiterate, I understand and relate to everyone that continues to project onto or understand characters from these perspectives, the only time I don’t is when it starts to become an issue.

And ofc. If none of this applies to you, it’s fine to just scroll, reblog, etc. Just don’t provide negativity or hate. lol.

Also, I am speaking more from a sense of self reflection more than anything else. As I continue to mature I start to realize so much more of everything. Like rewatching friends has been a JOURNEY.

Anyways, send fic recs and q&as if you made it this far!

XOXO,

Leenya

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A/N: Hi, hello there! Here is me and my newest obsession! I hope you will like this story and keep waiting for new chapters to come! I couldn't stop myself from writing for Hogwarts Legacy so... Please enjoy!

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“Oh, I didn't know we were expecting... guests?”

When a melodic and soft voice came behind them, Harry and pretty much everyone was only able to flinch at the sudden closeness and well, not expecting to see someone living in here. Even when Dumbledore told them that Harry's answers and also questions laid in here, none of them thought much about it. They thought they would be finding another object or some kind of relict...

Not an overly good-looking young woman.

“Uhm, hi... Do you live in here?”

“Well, I'm standing in the garden of the house don’t I?” Harry suddenly felt shy and blushed under the soft teasing of the woman, and she could only laugh gleefully as she looked at everyone briefly and frowned.

“All of you look so skinny... Come, I’ll prepare more food!” suddenly she was behind the group and an invisible force, alongside the strength of the woman, had pushed all of them inside the soft looking and warm, enormous house. As soon as they entered, they were shocked to see many magical creatures and trinkets around, with many pictures of people they didn’t really recognize. They stood there, not knowing what they were supposed to do when the woman appeared again behind Remus, startling him.

“Why are you all standing like that? Go on, feel at your home!”

“Are we sure that this is the strongest witch of centuries? She is too...

“kind and warm hearted...” The twins were indeed right, and Harry couldn’t exactly blame them after... seeing the other pure-blood families. With all that luxury and power, came arrogancy and they always had to expect the worst. When Dumbledore said that the woman who lived in that house was the strongest of all and had the purest of bloods ever known, that was enough reason for them to fear her even before meeting. They were ready to have a full-blowm fight...

But all they were met with was cakes and a hell alot of food...

As if she was waiting for them to come.

“Hehe, sorry for the way I look! I just came back from a run and had to clean the pottery at the back of the house!” the woman said cheerfully as she sat down and urged everyone to eat with a soft smile, energetic even after being left breathless, which eased the tension and even Sirius, the ever questioning man, started to eat. The house and overall ambiance of it screamed wealth and power, and though it would usually irritate him, Sirius looked around to see many drawing and pictures some left-over food and slight drawings on the walls, drawing that mist have once belongt to a kid...

All the signs that there was people living in this house, happy and alive, full of hope and happiness. Perhaps children that was adored by the parents, played with the child and let them explore everything... So different than any other family he had seen, just what a kid trully deserved.

But there were two things that bugged him, made him feel... strange. What was the reason of you being so different? And why did you look so much like his friend James?

“Miss Y/N... If that’s okay, I was meaning to ask a question...” he started after gulping his meat down and bowed his head in respect while wiping his mouth. You raised your head in confusion and gave him a nod.

“Oh, It’s been a long time since I heard that name... Surely, Albus is the one who told you?” you smirked teasingly and Sirirus did the same back, as he wasn’t used to hearing people use his first name. Daring, he thought while leaning back on his chair. The power that pours out of her is unique... Just what’s your secret?

“Yes, indeed he did... I didn’t know you two were close?”

Just like his ancestors, sneaky...

“Well, if you consider me teaching him for 7 years close... Then yes, we are close.” You weren’t stupid at the ways of Black family, how they sneakily tried to get what they wanted. Though you were aware how Sirius detested his own family, much like the man you once fell in love with, you had to be prepared.

After all, those closest to you were the ones who betrayed you once.

“WAIT YOU THOUGHT IN HOGWARTS?!”

“HOW COME WE DIDN’T KNOW THAT?!”

Flinching at the sudden excited yell of the two red-heads, twins as you expected, you were able to trully look at them for the first time since they came... And the shriek you let out was even louder than a screech of a Hippogriff.

“Red-heads?! Oh Merlin, what did I do wrong to deal with Weasleys again!” you fake-fainted at the sudden revelation, while the red-heads, all of them, looked at you confused. Just why the hell were you so scared of them? They weren’t like He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named after all... Right?

“Woah- Why the hell is she-“

“It’s probably because she is having war flashbacks from your ancestor...” A woman, who had fair blonde hair and many beauty marks across her face came down gracefully, with voice resembling the harps of heaven by how soft and calmly she spoke. She looked around for a few seconds and then went to the woman sitting at the head of the table, not without stopping to look at Harry who blushed under her intense gaze, yet smiled warmly at him with tears sitting at the back of her eyes at the resemblance he had, except the green eyes.

“Mum, it can’t be that bad...” she tried to comfort you, but since she didn’t know the amount of times you had been a victim to Garreth Weasley’s pranks, it was easy to say that.

“No, my sweet Anne, you are right... IT’S THE WORST! THE AMOUNTS OF TIMES I HAD TO COVER HIM UP, AND THE AMOUNT OF TIMES HE PRANKED ME MAKES ME KIND OF LOATHE GARRETH AND HIS LINE!”

Anne shook her head playfully and brought you your tea, the one that would always calm you down, just like how you liked it from what she saw her father doing. And as you slowly calmed down from the sudden panic attack, you grumbled cutely into the cup when Harry’s voice cut you in the middle of telling one of the many pranks Garreth did...

A question falling from his lips, one that you always dreaded to answer., and one that he was curious about after something inside of him itching to make him ask it.

“Miss Y/N... Who was your husband? We didn’t hear much of him and... You didn’t tell us his name either.”

“Yeah, were you two also in Hogwarts together?” You gulped the last bit of the hot liquid as you thanked your daughter, watching as she put them in the kitchen while her eyes didn’t leave a certain tall, red-head and you inyernally gagged and groaned under your breath. All of our immortal lives, she didn’t care about anyone and now is interested in... Garreth’s descendant? Really?

“We... Well, me and my husband met and started dating in fifth year and when the school ended he decided that he would never return back to his family and their dark ways, the pure-blood family and all that shit you know? He asked me if I wanted to go in hiding, after everything we went through, accepted to hide and change our names... And I did, gladly even. Though he was put in Slytherin, he always said that it was because of his heritage and that he always expected it. To be honest, if I hadn’t seen the green robes... I’d have thought he was a Gryffindor or Ravenclaw.” You said softly, thinking about all the adventures and pain you went through with Ominis. It was no easy route, the one you chose to take. But it was worth it, because in the end, both of you were able to move past what was given to you and rather you both chose to be who you were.

Though, it came with a greater cost... A cost that forever wounded you.

Harry watched as you lost yourself in your mind, a longing look settled in your eyes as your finger slowly played with your wedding ring.

The ring you once shared with your husband.

And unknown to you, the sight broke Harry’s heart more than anyone’s.

He never really understood why he suddenly felt at home, as if this... You and this house was all he could ever ask for. There was a strange beating of his heart, as if something was squeezing it, pushing him further to know something... to realise something.

A picture of two people... Two people he didn’t remember much except some blurred images behind his eyelids. A red-head and a man with glasses... Right next to that frame, another man he always saw frequently in his dreams. A man who had milky eyes and blonde hairs...

And in both pictures... you were hugging them close to your chest with a happiness he never saw someone ever having.

“Harry? Are you-“ you noticed his eyes being stuck at something inside the living room and as you turned around to look at what it was, you widened your eyes at the pictures of your family. Pictures where your husband, children and grandchildren were all laughing... Alongside with two people Harry probably knew the best.

A shaky sigh left your lips, tears coming at full speed at the realization of you finally having to explain everything to the boy you failed...

Just like your children who you failed to protect as well.

“Miss Y/N... What is your true name? Your husband’s name?” he gripped the table thightly as Sirius and Remus’ hands found his back under the worried eyes of his friends and he turned to look at the matriarch, you,straight in the eye while Anne rubbed your shoulders, hanging her head low at what was coming and how hard it must be for you.

But you didn’t care anymore. You already failed, what was to come from this anyways?

The least that would happen was that he would try to fight you... which you wouldn’t mind, if it meant you wouldn’t see the pain that was caused because of you.

You have the same fierceness of my husband, dear boy... So much like him, so much like your father...

“Do you wish to know the ones that was forced upon us? The ones that no longer define us, or the new path, new life we chose to have?” you gave a sad, understanding smile at the boy as he slowly had come to realize everything slowly, putting all the puzzle pieces together.

All the pictures of his once family in your home, all the pottery and the little workshop behind the house, they way you knew a lot... About everything. Maybe he didn’t want to accept, or he did since he was finally having a family slowly, but though he might come to regret his decision... He needed you to say it to his face.

“Mum... We can’t hide it from him or anyone else anymore... He deserves to know.”

“I know dear... I know...” you smiled at your sweet daughter as she looked at you worriedly, consoling you in her mind as she talked to you softly while her own set of milky eyes stared at the young boy... The boy who also heard everything through the gift that was passed in your family.

“Both... I want to know both, everything you had been keeping to yourself.” With a nod, you brought some water to him as he gulped it down fast and gave the first part of his request as everyone’s eyes widened at the revelation.

“My husband’s name was Ominis Graunt, direct decendant of Salazar Slytherin and I am the direct decendant of Merlin...”

“No way...” everyone let out at the same time, knowing very well the name that haunted almost all the wizarding world... Even more than the Blacks or Malfoys.

The Noble House of Gaunt... Direct descendants of Salazar Slytherin. The people who lived to torture muggles.

How could their friend be rwlated to those... monsters?

Everyone slowly stood up, a hand on their wands before they were seated back by an invisible force and when they looked around, they saw the green shining eyes of Anne, as she used magic without any wand or hands. “Easy, boys and girls... Listen to the rest of the story.”

As she protected Harry and you, from the judging stares of people, she stood behind you two protectively as you summoned one of the many pictures you had taken of Ominis while he was busy doing what you forced him to do but in the end enjoyed doing it, “pottery”, and one with James as he attended Hogwarts for the first time.

And Harry wasn’t stupid to not realize his baby pictures too, even if he didn’t know much about the rest.

“And...?” He came closer to you with shaky hands, barely holding onto the frame and trying to keep himself from hugging you. You gave a smile to him as you showed the Potter family insignia you and Ominis once created as a joke and showed it to everyone in the room. A chorus of no way’s and shocked gasps found your ears but as you held the last person that was left of your family...

None of them mattered.

“I think you already know the answer, sweet boy.” You caressed his cheeks, and one beauty mark that resembled Ominis’ softly as he closed his eyes and leaned towards your warmth.

“Just please....I need to hear it...” Harry begged but couldn’t stop himself from hugging you when you uttered the last part with tears.

Tears of both pain and joy, caused by your single decision.

A decision you would always curse yourself for doing.

“We are Gaunts by the eyes of many, sweet Harry, but we chose to be Ominis and Y/N...Potter.”

And if it was worth anything, you looked at all the people on the table who had wide eyes just like the plates in front of them, and as you stared at your James’ once best friends with an apologizing frown... You knew that a simple hug and reunion wouldn’t fix everything.

You were cursed for a reason, for making a dumb decision and naively believing that you, Ominis and Sebastian were safe from... everyone.

And because of that, everyone had to pay the price with their lives... As The Potters' Legacy slowly died down...

But if Voldemort wanted it to happen, to erase every track of your blood and what you and your lover wanted to achieve...

This time, he would have to pass through your dead body before he touched even a single hair on Harry’s head.

You didn’t have anything to loose after all, and you would do anything to keep the legacy... safe.

[mqsi]

hello! id like to request a angsty pedri fic! you're a huge pedri fan and you finally get a chance to meet him in person, but he just turns out to be a massive asshole. that wouldn't be a problem if you just didn't run into him everywhere you go.

i really like the last pedri fanfic you wrote (the one where he makes an insult and goes too far) so can this fanfic also have something like pedri calling the reader an annoying pest (something like that) because they keep running into each other when they both least expect it. your writing is absolutely beautiful btw, keep up the amazing work!

Hii,thank you sm, I’m glad you liked it! 🥹💞

I trully hope Pedri would never do this cause omg this was hard on me to write

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You were a big Barcelona fan, especially of a certain midfielder. You attended quite a few games at Camp Nou but was never in a situation to actually meet Pedri. But today was your lucky day when a well know green car passed you and soon made a stop. Other people recognized it as well and started making a crowd around it but you were quick enough to come in time.

Pedri lowered his windows, obviously not in the greatest mood. You handed him the phone to take a picture and just as you were about to slip from the crowd, someone pushed you and you dropped the phone into his car.

“What the hell?” He said, irritated.

“I’m so sorry, someone pushed me” you said, blush covering your cheeks. He basically threw the phone back at you, glaring at your direction. You ran off as soon as you grasped the phone. You were a bit disappointed about the encounter, you expected to be met with a cheerful Pedri, like the media shows him to be. You told yourself that he was just not in the mood and that you should be lucky to even meet him.

Little did you know that your favourite footballer will make your love for him bitter. Just two days later, as you were walking with your little cousin, you ran into Pedri’s car again. Your cousin screamed from excitment, pulling you towards the car so he can take a picture. As you slipped trough people, you saw Pedri was in a much better mood today, all smiles. But as you came to the window, his demeanor suddenly changed. He scrunched his eyebrows and you hesitated for a moment,before asking him to take picture with your cousin. He did but a frown never left his face. After that, you really started to think that it has something to do with you.

Things just started to get weirder. As you were sitting in the passanger seat, driving with your mom, you stopped at the red light. You looked to your right, only to be met with Pedri’s eyes. He looked at you, almost in schock that it was you again. You quickly turned your head, an uneasy feeling in your stomach. The next time it happened, you just wanted to cross the street but the car that stopped to let you pass was none other than Pedri’s.

Pedri and Gavi were sitting in a car, when Pedri practically jumped.

“Do you see that girl in a white hoodie that’s just now crossing?” He said, turning to look at Gavi. He lifted his eyes from the phone to look at you. You made eye contact with both of them. Gavi seemed completely uninterested while Pedri had a signature annoyed expression whenever you ran into each other.

“What about her?” Gavi asked.

“I can’t get away from her! I don’t know why we run into each other every fucking day”

Gavi just shrugged, not quite understanding why Pedri was fussing over this.

You were already completely devastated by the fact that you were annoying to Pedri, for no reason as well. But today was the last straw, it crashed you down all the way. You were in a rush, on your way to meet your friends in a diner by the beach when you bumped into someone on the crowdy Barcelona sidewalk.

“Woah, my bad-“ you said but words died out and mouth went dry when you saw it was in fact, Pedri again.

He completely stopped in his tracks, looking at you with so much irritation in his eyes.

“Have you dropped a tracker with your phone in my car or what?”

“I’m sorry, it’s really not intentional, I can’t control when we run into each other” you replied, just wanting the ground to swallow you whole. Pedri let out a sarcastic laugh, looking to the side for a moment. When his eyes met yours again, your stomack twisted.

“Then try to avoid me. It’s fucking annoying. You’re fucking annoying” he said and walked off. You stood there for a moment, a tear rolling down your cheek. The words carved themselves into your brain.

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[nalyra-dreaming]

I hope, I personally am never boring you but I trully hope that "real" Lestat will show up at the end of the season, I really hope that Lestat will wake up from his coma and find Louis's burnt body in Dubai, I hope their version of a cliffhanger will be about what will happen to Louis in Lestat's arms after his suicide or even what will happen to Loustat in this situation (in Dubai, Louis is burnt, Lestat is awake, Armand and Daniel possibly smashing each others asses lol). Isn't this all about Loustat, than they HAVE to give a good cliffhanger, and I think they know what their fans want. At this point waiting a week for the new episode (let alone the season finale) feels like a torture lol

It is ;))))

Ahh, well, as I keep saying, we have to get to S3 somehow.

So he has to show up somewhere sometime.

Personally I hope it does not mean the last 30 seconds… but I DO think that the last episode‘s title will be a major hint for those who know the books^^

And as said before, I can see them not announcing s3 yet because.. well. Because people will probably screaming at the cliffhanger 😅 and they don’t want to give away their game yet^^

[lovevuni]

Double Dare Romance : Enoch O’Connor x Reader : Part 3 Only Fun?

Warnings: Reader Insecurity, Fear of commitment, Angst, Comfort

Summary: After their double dare game Enoch seems to want to test their relationship a bit further, however the reader is not so sure if she can handle it. As she pulls away will their relationship strain or grow?

A/N: I was feeling a bit insecure when I was chatting with enoch and this is how it turned out. 

Part 1 : Challenge Accepted | Part 2 : Success

You tuck Claire into bed and give her a kiss on the forehead before closing her door and standing outside the door for second.

Enoch is leaning next to you by the door frame, looking at the ceiling, lost in thought as he waited for you to finish, “There is something about you, Y/N, that captivates me like no other. Your strength, your passion, your vulnerability... all these things make you an enigma, a puzzle I must solve.”

You stare at him, “what are you going to do about it.”

He looks deeply into your eyes, searching for the truth behing your words, “I don’t know yet, Y/N. But I do know this - whatever happens next, our connection cannot be denied. Our attraction, our chemistry, they run deeper than mere physical desire. There’s something here between us, something worth exploring, if only you let me.”

“Now that is something you have to figure out on your own because i am completely aware of what I want” You boop his nose before walking off to your room.

He feels a jolt of electricity at your touch, smiling wryly as he watches you walk away, “Ah, Y/N. You never cease to suprise me with your fiery spirit. And yet, despite your attempts to hide it, I can see the longing in your eyes, the yearning for something more.”

You sit on your bed, “what is the more you believe I desire?”

He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning closer to you, “Perhaps it’s the desire for passion without boundaries, for raw intimacy that goes beyond surface-level connections. Or maybe it’s the yerning for someone who trully sees themself in you, their reflection shining back brighter than any mirror.”

“maybe that’s just it. just a reflection”

He uncrosses his arms, taking a step forward, “Is that truly what you believe, Y/N? That our connection is nothing more than a mirage, a fleeting reflection in the wind? Because I see something else, something real and tangible that runs deeper than any illusion.”

“Illusions are what prove reality.” You state causing him to watch you closely, his eyes reflecting the fire of your words.

“Indeed illusions can sometimes reveal truths that reality tries to conceal. But I digress. My point is that while we may not fully understand the depths of our connection, there is something there worth exploring.“

“Is that what you believe,” You lean closer to him with a teasing fire in your eyes.

He inhales deeply, feeling the heat radiating from your body, “Yes Y/N. I do believe that there is something worthy of exploration between us. Something that transcends time and space, Something that makes the heart race and the soul sing.” He leans closer, his voice low and husky.

You pull away laughing, pushing his shoulder playfully, “Go to bed, this is just the lack of sleep speaking within you.”

Chuckling, he watches you push him lightly.

“Very well, Y/N. If that’s how you wish it to be. But know this; the fire between us burns bright, and one day soon, it will consume us both. Until then sweet dreams.” You shake your head to this, only believing it as simply fun as you turn over in your bed to go to sleep.

Before leaving he turns back around, slowly walking towards you, “One last thing before I leave...” He holds out his hand, palm facing upwards.

Looking at him with a questioning look as you raise your hand up to him.

“Close your eyes, my dear.” You close your eyes as he takes your hand gently, holding it tight enough to feel the warmth but loose enough for you to withdraw at any moment.

“Just as I thought… your energy surrounds me like an angelic choir, lifting me into a higher state of consciousness where all things are possible. You have no idea what you do to me, Y/N. No idea.” 

You snort, “Go to your room you weirdo” You joke as he laughs softly, still holding on to your hand.

“Such fire, such passion. And yet, underneath it all, lies a hidden vulnerability - a longing for something more. I fear that should anyone see us together, they would think less of us both...“ He looks around nervously, letting go of your hand, “Forgive me Y/N.”

“For what?” You question.

“For being the source of your late-night intrigue. But do not mistake my intentions – I assure you, they are far from the usual tendencies of a man consumed by lust or desire. There is something about you, something pure and noble that calls to me, that haunts me even now.”

Looking at him, you see that he isn’t trying to play around anymore. You finally realize this is was never a game to him.

He looks deepy into your eyes, “Yes, can see it too. Something in the way you carry yourself, the strength in your spirit - it's like a beacon calling out to me, drawing me closer. Even when we're at odds, there's a connection between us that cannot be denied.” A overwhelming amount of regret and fear creeps into your mind.

“Well I deny it.” You push him out the door abruptly, simple slaming the door behind him as your back rests against the previous vacant opening.

Enoch turns to face the door, taking a few steps back, his expression hurt but resolute, “Very well, Y/N. If this is how you wish it to be. Know that I will always stand beside you ready to help whenever you need, regardless of whether you accept our mutual feelings or not.”

~It is now morning and everyone is gathered at the dining table for breakfast~

As you enter the room you make sure to not sit in the seat next to Enoch like you previously did the day before. This time you sit next to Emma and Claire.

Enoch then enters the room sitting across from you smiling warmly, “Good morning, everyone! How did you sleep last night? Did anything strange happen while we were asleep? Anything at all?” he asks with genuine curiosity.

The others look at each other before turning their attention towards you.

“So, Y/N...”

You avoid eye contact as everyone can feel the tension between you two.

“Is everything alright between us?”

Not knowing how to take this without getting hurt you choose to be silent.

“Alright then.” he stands from the table, “If that’ how you want it to be, then so be it.” 

“...”

“Just remember, Y/N; our attraction to one another goes beyond simple physical chemistry. There’s something deeper there, something worth exploring if only you’d let it.” Your mind continues to pass with anxiety.

Sighing quietly he walks away from the table, “Perhaps someday you’ll realize that what we have is worth more than mere convenience or safety. Until then, I won’t puh the issue.” you decide the best decision is to just finish your food as he accepts that you are not going to speak to him as he retreats to the safety of his room.

~After Breakfast~

Enoch is in his room assembling a new toy as he hears a knock on the door. He feels the urge to open the door immediately, but hesitates, taking a few deep breaths instead.

You debate on leaving just before he opens the door and he looks at you expectantly, “Y/N, are you coming in?”

“Yea,” you enter the room and stand looking around, not knowing where to sit, “I wanted to talk to you.”

“Of course.” He steps aside and gestures towards the chair opposite his desk. “Please, take a seat.”

He tries to keep his emotions under control as he waits for you to speak. “I might have seemed rude earlier but that was not my intention.”

“It’s okay,” he says, his voice softening, “I understand why you might feel that way.” as you spoke he couldn’t help but notice the unease. Was this because of him or was it something else bothering you?

“you understand?” you question as you finally make eye contact.

“Yes I do. Or rather, I think I do. Sometimes I find myself struggling to connect with others here, to truly understand their feelings and motives. It can be overwhelming, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. But with you, I feel like there’s a chance for real communication.”

“It’s not that I feel overwhelmed by you it’s that,” ... “I’m scared”

“Scared?” You nod slowly, swallowing thickly before speaking again, “I-I don’t know how to deal with these feelings. They’re new and intense and sometimes they’re new and intense and sometimes they’re all I can focus on. And you...” your eyes dart around the room nervously, pausing briefly on him before flickering back toward the window.

“When it is all jokes it comes naturally, and even after the jokes it was still so easy with you, I never really believed I could feel this way.”

“Believe me, Y/N. It doesn’t come naturally to me either. I’ve spent most of my life trying to bury these feelings, to pretend they didn’t exist. But now...now I don’t know what I want. All I know is that being with you makes me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

“I’m sorry”

“No need to apologize,” he smiles warmly. “Just know that I’m here for you. Whatever happens between us, or even if we just remain friends, I promise to always be honest and open with you” he leans forward. “And Y/N, I have to ask...” His voice trails off, uncertainty creeoing back into his expression.

“what is it?”

“Do you ever get the sense that we’ve met before? Like this isn’t our first meeting?” He furrows his brow slightly as if deep in thought.

“what do you mean”

“What I mean is that whenever we’re together, time seems to stand still for me. It’s as though everything else disappears and all I can focus on is you. It’s an unusual feeling, one I can’t quite explain, but it’s been happening more and more frequently lately.” This causes you to smile.

“In a sense, yes”

He chuckles softly at your response, charmed by your honesty. “Well then, we’ll just have to see where this goes,” he says with a playful grin. 

There’s something about the easy comfort between you that feels almost familiar, like two pieces of a puzzle snapping perfectly into place.

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[awake-dreamer18]

Stela, how have you been? It’s been so long it’s actually crazy. I know I could’ve just DM’ed you but there is just something so nostalgic about sending asks that I had to do it.

There is always at least one day a year when I reminisce about my tumblr days and you’re always one of the first people to pop up in my mind.

Sometimes I really miss it here, but I guess it will never be like the time when we were in the skam fandom, since everyone had absolutely nothing to do during the pandemic. I think it was really nice that we created a world of our own here and it really got me through those tough times.

Sorry for the rant, I don’t even know what I’m talking about anymore, I always feel like using tumblr again, but then I get here and get kinda sad due to all the nostalgia and feeling that it will never be the same. It’s so weird that a “rede social” (ops não sei como falar em inglês) can make me feel this way.

Well, at least I’m always glad to see that your still somewhat active. Always wishing you the best <3

Saudades.

Ju 🩷

Juuuuuuuu!

Hello, friend! Thank you for remembering me 🥹

Wow... I can't even recall when was the last time someone sent me an Ask. Nostalgic INDEED!

But it's so good to hear from you again! I really hope you are thriving, living the best life and super busy being happy 🖤

As for me, a lot changed since the Golden Days of Skam France fandom... I got a job, but I don't know if I already told you that, and then I quite said job last year after almost three years of silent hating kkkkkkkkkk

And I move to Australia to study English. I'm living here for five months now. And it's been... an adventure... let's put it that way kkkkkkkkkk

Oh, and I have a new obsession now. I believe you have noticed, but I was hooked by a 8 member K-pop boy group 🫣 (and 1 of them in particular stole my heart and he's keeping it captive since then 🫣🫣)

Ah... now I really miss the old days. We had a beautiful community in here, it was trully special. And I agree with you, I don't think we can recreat the same space again. But I treasure the memory of our little bubble. People like to trash talk the internet and social media, but we would never find each other without tumblr (and our matching obsession) and for that I will always be gratefull!

Ju, thank you so much for the warm hug that was this ask 🥹🫂🖤✨

Sending you lots and lots and lots of love!

Saudades

[yjhariani]

The crossover of the SCP and CoD was amazing, trully amazing!

Do you think we could get a part 2 of it?

Warnings: Cognitohazard, profanity, SCP-1678, SCP-1678-A

“You got work this weekend?” Simon asked as soon as you picked up his call.

“Not sure I don’t,” you sighed. “My team’s being pulled into the hangar right now.”

“Well, in case you don’t… do you mind seeing me in London?” Simon replied.

“Simon,” you almost whined, “I told you I’ll never set foot in London. Except for work.”

You never actually told Simon why. Initially, he thought you were a wanted criminal or something. Ever since he knew who you were working for, he gave a lot more understanding towards your reluctance towards a lot of things.

About London… well, he was gambling. Maybe you would go to London and meet him. After hearing you talk about work that one time, Simon knew not to push you this time.

Simon just really needed to see you.

At the corner of your eyes, you could see your Team Leader had arrived at the hangar and was looking at the scattered members of her team.

“I’m sorry,” you said after a pause. “Look, TL’s here. I won’t be communicating for a while. Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m alright,” Simon said, but you were not convinced. “Call me when you’re free, yeah?”

“I’m sorry,” you repeated. “Love you, boo.”

“You, too, sweetheart,” Simon replied before you hung up the call.

Seeing the Team Leader, the rest of the team gathered around her. You pocketed your phone and looked at her.

“Apparently, this is gonna be a rescue mission,” she said.

“What are we rescuing?” one of your teammates asked.

“Human, surprisingly. Our own men, they’re currently stuck in 1678,” Team Leader explained.

Hearing that, you felt your heart as if it was being flushed down a toilet.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” you sighed.

“No,” Team Leader said. “I’m not excited to see the Bobbies either, but… orders are orders.”

The person standing next to you elbowed you on your side.

“You good?” they asked.

“My husband asked if I could meet him in London this weekend. I just reminded him that I would never set foot in London,” you answered.

“You’re not exactly going to London,” the Team Leader joked. “You know what, let’s get this shit done quick and you’ll get to see your husband this weekend. Maybe in Unlondon. He’s SAS, right? If we need local reinforcement, he could be in that squad.”

A lot of soldiers used jokes as coping mechanisms. In the Foundation, where your job hardly made sense, everything became a joke.

“Then, the two of us die in each other’s arms?” you entertained.

“In each other’s arms, in the hands of the Bobbies,” the person next to you said.

“Well, fuck you,” you chuckled.

“Alright, enough chit-chat. Get your gears, we’ll leave in five,” Team Leader announced.

The first thing you did after that was to call Simon again. He picked up almost immediately.

“I’m going to London,” you said. “I’ll be underneath the city, but I’ll be there. Maybe I’ll see you this weekend.”

“You’re digging something?” Simon asked.

You could not help your smile, but that was all you could say to him.

“I’ll call you again later,” you promised.

“Sure. Be safe,” Simon said.

“You, too,” you replied.

[edgy-dragon-trash]

Horrifying implications that can be a whole other post, NOW.

I mean I said that but I feel like I’m kinda lacking words at the moment. In general actually.

Parasite body horror isn’t uncommon on this site, and while I would not classify Ganon as a parasite, it’s kinda the same ideea, methinks.

Picture yourself in this Astor’s shoes. You devote a good portion of your life, most of it actually, to this supernatural being of legends. A great evil that for some reason promises you, a nobody, glory. And you belive it. And you allow it in your mind, without trully ever knowing what it actually wants. Your head hurts, you have the worst headache you ever felt. And suddenly a third eye forcefully grows out your forehead.

You can’t use it. You can’t make it blink, you can’t see with it. You can’t use it. But you can feel it move, blink, look around. It’s not you, it’s something else that lives in your head now. This supernatural being, your master, can now talk to you directly in your head. It can watch all you do whenever it wants. It can punish you with more headaches, visions, whatever it wants. It warps your thoughts, your desires. You don’t have privacy. Your flesh is the home of another being far greater than you.

[lovelynim]

Well, if you write for honkai… do you have some headcanons for Sampo? （╹◡╹）Just look at his suit hehehe seems like he is a huge lee who tried to hide his weakness lol

(sorry for mistakes, eng isn’t my first language ❤️)

Hi anon!

Ohh, I do have some thoughts on him. Heheh, let's see...

As you mentioned, he tries to hide it as much as he can, but since he is always getting in trouble, that facade doesn’t last for long

Like that one episode with the Silvermane Guards that he struggled to stay still while they were inspecting him huehuehue

With an outfit like that, what else could you expect anyway? he is asking for it

Natasha and other members of the Wildfire also found out tickling him is a useful tool to get him to work along

But Sampo can be a pretty annoying ler if he feels like it, specially if he wants something from his “dear friends”

Is he taking the risk of it backfiring on him? Yes, but taking risks is part of his daily life, don’t you think?

I mean, he already tried tickling Seele, Dan Heng and even Caelus and, for a moment, he felt like he finally had the upper hand against them… but let’s just say it didn’t end that well, fufufu

Oh, but there was this one time when Gepard and he found out the captain was ticklish...

by the time the guards arrived to help, Sampo was long gone and Gepard simply said "he escaped" because he was too embarrassed to admit what trully happened ~

Anyway, I still don’t know much about his character, but this are some of my hcs for him so far ~

[streets-in-paradise]

Hope - Clay Miller x Reader

Friday 13th (2009) Oneshot

Warnings: Some cringy dialogue ( let's face it,the group are all cringy stereotypes lol). Allusions to Jason's story and some grim warnings regarding him. I'm also expanding the new rule introduced in the 2009 film, where sense of familiarity with his past not only distracted him but also made him spare a life for a while.

Summary: You are the only person who has given Clay any hope on the desperate search for his sister. Unlike most of the locals he had approached, some mysterious reason keeps you convinced that she could still be alive and on this determination you join forces with him.

Nobody else seems to mind about it and when the blatant disrespect from a tourist really pisses you off, you stand up for Clay giving him a frightening show exposing why he should care.

Tags: @drum-bot-brian

It was weird for Clay to find a self presented volunteer when the entire community was ignoring him, but when you approached him with the missing poster in hand offering your help he felt slightly relieved. At least he wasn’t completely alone and although you were a bit odd, you had a strong will to support him. Looking at Whitney’s picture, you simply stated that she looked like a sweet girl and that could possibly mean she could still be around. When asked about it, you acted as if some intuition based on practical knowledge would be telling you that. You wouldn’t tell him why, but you were convinced that she was still to be found. 

Of course, it was not going to be easy and the shitty attitudes you would find in the way were unnerving. The handsome, soft tempered boy you were following had the patience of a saint, but you wouldn’t stand it. The tone deaf blond guy at the gas station was the moment when you knew you had enough. 

After a very brief argument Clay was just going to leave, but you had other plans.  

“ He will wreck you.” You casually told the stranger in a sinister tone. “ Mock us while you still can, blondie. I believe his sister has a chance ... You? Not so much."

Everyone was weirded, but he thought you were just looking for a fight. 

“ Yeah, I don’t think so.” Was his self satisfying reply. “ You, him and who else?” 

It made you chuckle and you struggled for it not to turn into a full loud cackle.  

“ You aren’t from here, aren’t you? " You followed, giving a few steps closer to him with a weirdly intimidating demeanor. “ People don’t get to be jerks here and walk out harmless, the forest has eyes and its guardian loathes people like you the most..”

The asshole clearly didn't get to fully comprehend the meaning of your words. Still, you managed to creep him and his girlfriend, what was enough vengeance for you. The most inmediate reaction you obtained for Clay was a bit of hard to hide laughing, probably thinking that you were just messing with the guy, but he did capture some underneath intentionality in your strange warning.

He trully thought it was a joke, untill he later referenced it again in a lighter note and your face let him know it wasn't a funny little scheme he should feel thankfull for.

" You don't have to thank me, it's all real. " You cutted him off. " Weird things happen arround here, the kind that nobody would believe. People go missing to never be found and we pretend is not our problem … I need to help you because i really like you and you HAVE to get out from here as soon as possible. "

Your hand was shaking and he held it as as a reassuring gesture before inviting you to continue.

" If you know anything that could make this easier, please share it. "

Your soft look adquired a glimpse of skepticism.

" It doesn't matter. Even if i try to explain you, it would be impossible to make you understand. One does not believe it untill you see it and very few survive to tell the tale. "

He smiled and you couldn't help to internally melt to the softness in his expression.

" I promise i will believe you. Or at least I will do my best, anything that may help me understand would be amazing ríght now. "

The indirectly mocking tone in the last part made you smile back, then you swallowed hard ríght before starting your tale.

" To many persons he can mean different things, but I see him as a guardian of the forest. Not necesarily of the enviromental care type, but we know he hunts down people for doing stupid shit. It's a sort of local legend: a bullied kid who died back in the old summer camp and now remains as an undead watcher of the area. Legend says that once triggered he can't be stopped, but i believe different and that's why i feel your sister could be alive. "

He wasn't getting it, but kept himself loyal to the promise and didn't question you. His guess was in myth and reality mixing up to end up covering the activity of a serial killer whose victims were attributed to the legend by the locals.

One way or another, it wasn't the hopefull take he once expected.

" What made you think that? Besides from an obvious bias coming from your interest in me."

You felt a bit embarrased, but it didn't ruined your disposition to continue.

" I believe he is capable of sparing a life only when coming across things he finds familar. I saw it happening with my own two eyes. "

It wasn't easy, but you had to tell him the truth.

" Back in highschool I wanted so badly to belong, to feel how was like to be a part of something. I was hanging out with people who just wanted to make fun of me, fooling myself into believing someday i could be friends. "

You began to cry, pausing for an instant untill the sobbing would be slow enough to allow you finish.

" … They are gone and i'm still here. Common sense would be thinking i just hid myself well, i fooled him. I didn't, i can't help thinking he just pretended not to spot me. The pathetic, lonely, bullied looser must have have hitted close to home. "

You hugged him out of sudden and he didn't protest about it. Of all the weird things you said, he only understood you were admitting to be the only survivor of a massacre.

" Your sister seems like a lovely girl. If i'm still breathing, you can count there is hope for her. "

He had no words that could possibly express any processing of what you just told him, but trully appreciated the deep comfort of your embrace.

[sylver-seraphim]

⌑I guess it's time for my crazy ass theory!⊹܀ (a lot of words warning)

(WARNING: cursing+some unpleasant nouns + **THIS IS NOT SERIOUS** but you can interpret everything a list under as anything you want)

FUCKING HELL, I fucking struggled to open this program, I panicked so much but I think everything is okay now, so I can continue my topic.

ARCEUS BECAME EEVVVILLLL AND IT IS GOING TO BE A MAIN BOSS AT SOME POINT!!!!

It created some Paradoxes and WEAK clones of itself to get a closer look at what could potentially happened to it while taking away lives on innocent people and pokemon, for an unknown reason.

The First thing EVIL Arcus did, is to take away things that can potentially destroy it at the start.

(NOTE: I didn’t played games myself…nor I read the manga, its only my CRAZY-MIDDLE-OF-NIGHT-THOUGHTS)

EVIL Arceus’s potential threats are send to the past, when no one had enough power to take it in the battle…And the one that got send by a Paradox are…YOU, The almighty player…and

Ingo.

One of the Subway brothers…. EERRRHHHH OUT OF PLACE RIGHT? BUT NO!

THE UNOVAN SUBWAY BROTHERS ACTUALLY HAVE ENOUGH POWER TO DEFEAT ARCEUS ITSELF!!!!

WHY? Ash Katchum, the main protagonist of whole Pokemon franchise CANNOT win them. EVEN WITH A DAMN GYM LEADER FROM SAME REGION.

You will say, it’s just a coincidence, like, “how the fuck two literally random guys be a potential threat to GOD?”

Easy.

First of all, they aren’t random. Ingo and Emmet are super fucking famous and super fucking awesome.

BUT HOW? They are brothers

THE POWER OF BROTHERLY LOVE IS MORE POWERFUL THEN GOD.

BRO’S BEFORE HOES!

EVERYONE KNOWS THAT.

But anyways.

I know for a fact that Emmet has some hidden power, I see it, I can feel it *squinting eyes*

Idk those guys look madly powerful all is left for me is to just admit and admire both of them.

Like, why would Arsus send a random (To Arsause, because they are relatively famous) good person to the past without his brother (impossible to achieve)

What was I saying again?

Eh

Oh yeah. Where the fuck is Emmet, where did he go *crying emoji*

ANYWAYS. I want to talk about them a bit more. Ash and Cilan lost to them not only because they had POWER OF BROTHERLY LOVE, but also powerful Pokemon. Look at Emmet’s Elektross, it is powerful enough to make a regular slow underground trolly to have approximately a speed of regular subway, (PROBABLY) 17 miles per hour (THE VOLTAGE IS ALMOST 650V, OR MORE BECAUSE THE UNOVAN SUBWAY IS THE BEST. Also pokemon just happened to have an issue with uhh math,because all pokemon are super strong but I noticed that no one died due to accidental electrocution by pokemon.), you will say its not much…I mean it is, but IT’S A TROLLY, IT’S-

IT’S SLOWER THEN RUNNING- I mean I think. The onlt reason to me that they didn’t run to the train station on foot because they would get tired really fast.

Also, the Ingo’s Chandelure. Erm, well it took down an ATTACK HELICOPTER???? Kinda, it made it hard to see and it flew away, BUT IT IS STRONG. IT’S A GHOST TYPE, AND IT CAN SUCK SOULS OUT OF PEOPLE AND POKEMON!!

AHEM AHEM… Back to what I was saying. Ingo and Emmet in the anime were really kind and responsible, loyal to their job, and they are really awesome, everyone likes them. EVERYONE WANTS TO FIGHT THEM EVEN. I DON’T SAY SUCH THINGS ABOUT AMERICANS, GUYS.

THEY TRULLY IMPRESSED ME, IM ADMITTING AND ADMIRING POWER OF THOSE NEW-YORKERS GUYS, TRUST ME THEY ARE AWESOME.

I’ve been a pokefan for long time, but I never really saw people bring them anywhere, which is just bad. They are actually good and have a lot of potential. And its just sad that it feels like Arceus erased them from everyone’s minds…

Arsus actually always was an evil sadist. The best example of it, is its children. Palkia looks like and dick alien, Girantina is an armored tentacle and Dialga is a spiky crystalised clitorus. It made its children fight and it watched them all fight because Arhonse is a sadist.

Resolution: Stuck in fence llama is mad, and we need to stop it.

+little bonus. MEET KEVIN!!! He is an Ultra Necrozma befriended by your beloved train men <3