#WHA THE FUCK THAT WAS CREEPY AS HELL???

[siliconforbrains]

DID I JUST SEE A FUCKING APPARITION OR SOMETHING HELLO?????

[matrixbearer2024]

so the creepy ass deer….

do you think Alastor would try to fuck with Vox by bringing you to an overlord meeting and watch him panic the fuck out?

A/N: He would, for the sake of being a little shit Alastor WOULD. I might need to write a drabble for that lol- especially with how the radio demon kinda likes seeing the mess Vox and Reader are in from emotions alone XD

Actor AU: Lore Drop 3

(Y/N): "Oh my god- he fucking WOULD."

Vox: "Wait who would wha-" *Reads the question* "HUH?! NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT."

(Y/N): "HUHHH- VOX BUDDY C'MON IT'LL BE FUNNY-"

Vox: "HAHAHAHA- FUCK YOU- I DO NOT NEED TO HAVE A SCENE WHERE I GO AND ACT LIKE I'M HAVING A STROKE!"

Alastor: "Nice idea anonymous fan! It has some- interesting lore implications!"

Vox: "UH- NO?! I AM DONE WITH YOU ANTAGONIZING MY GUY-"

(Y/N): "VOX PLEASE IT'LL BE HILARIOUS-"

Alastor: "It's entertaining as hell actually! Besides, I know you're not that against it as long as the fans are happy."

Vox: *Pouting* "... I fucking hate you guys-"

Alastor: "No, you love (Y/N)-"

Vox: *Frustratedly chucks his character's headpiece at Alastor's face*

Alastor: *Gets hit in the head BULLSEYE* "OOF-"

(Y/N): *Keeling over from laughter*

[pwurrz]

“nooo see, john and lisa aren’t actually siblings, they’re just referred to as twins several times, by several different people across many years, fit the textbook description of the ‘creepy twins’ trope when they’re children, grew up in the same orphanage together, and hell, the existence of the youngest martin twins, nate and jason, was seemingly made up by john as a representation of himself and lisa, two children taken in by the cult that he was determined to save. …but they’re not twins. or even siblings actually. they don’t have a sibling-like relationship at all!!”

wha…. huh???????

can anyone explain to me what the fuck is going on???? what, was airdorf just feeling a little silly when he made it so that the game stated several times that john and lisa were twins??? did he just want to do a bit of trolling???? did he initially write them as twins but then decided he wanted to have the option of them being a couple later on???? and if that was the case why didn’t he just… change any mention of them being twins instead of deciding at the last second they weren’t???? he made the game, he’s allowed to make those changes!!!

the story of faith is generally extremely coherent, everything connected seamlessly with no gaps in the timeline, so what’s with the red herring about the twins who aren’t actually twins?????? i’m so confused man

[roxie-roo]

Day 5: Interviews

@majickth it's finally here! Enjoy ! <3

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[ The following is a transcript of notes taken from the online journal of GRIAN ████. Certain words have been removed per request, but the remaining text is otherwise unaltered. ]

I've finally managed to sit down and interview a few of the survivors of The Watchers. It's thrilling that they want to talk to me. I'm excited to see what knowledge they'll bring to my investigation, and the insight they can provide. Hopefully, and we're crossing fingers pretty tight here, it'll bring me closer to the answers I want.

I'll update when the interviews are done!

[Transcript of James Tek interview, conducted by GRIAN ████. The following is prohibited from being viewed by the public.]

G: Can you please state your name for the records?

J: Uh,, James- James Tek. Everyone calls me Jimmy..

G: How did you first come across the Watchers?

J: Honestly, it wasn't my choice.. a friend of mine got involved with them... I was in a rough patch, mentally.. it meant a lot that a friend was reaching out, with intentions to help... He introduced me to someone, Exae,, he said they'd be able to help me. If I just gave in.

G: Gave in to what?

J: To Them...

G: The Watchers?

J: .. yeah.. We were marked. Branded... Like that mark you have on your wrist.. Except more scarred over.

G: My wha-... oh... right- uh- continue.

J: It was how we proved that we "gave in" to them. We were lead away from everyone else.. weren't allowed to talk to anyone else... It was terrifying, I was alone-... scared... People tried to contact us, friends, family, our phones were destroyed so we couldn't talk to them. My friend, though? He couldn't see it like that... he thought they were helping. He was blinded by their promises. Until- of course.. that fateful day we escaped. The sacrifice, some guy I didn't know, was murdered. In cold blood... Hah... I guess that snapped him out of it. He helped me and this other guy, Martyn, get out of there... and for our efforts, Martyn got stabbed, and... poor Taurtis got blinded. Literally..

G: -.... did you say his name was Taurtis? The friend you knew?

J: Yeah.. Why- do you know him?

G: Th the name just sounded familiar, that's all- Thank you, Jimmy, that'll be all-

[End of transcript.]

[ The following is a transcript of notes taken from the online journal of GRIAN ████. Certain words have been removed per request, but the remaining text is otherwise unaltered. ]

Holy shit... I knew Taurtis was blind, I didn't think this was what happened to him. I know he's still alive and shit, but gods....

Am I in too deep with this?

[Transcript of Martyn Littlewood interview, conducted by GRIAN ████. The following is prohibited from being viewed by the public.]

"Can you please state your name for the records?"

"Martyn Littlewood, frequent visitor of the Hollow. It's almost like having a vacation home.. if vacation homes were in creepy small towns."

"How did you first come across the Watchers?"

"Like I said, I'm not from the Hollow.. But a good friend of mine lived here, so I figured I'd come see him while I was down here. Pix ran the radio station here, Hermit's Hollow Recap.."

"The radio station that burned down?"

"An act of retaliation, I think.."

"For what?"

"Not being a good enough sacrifice. Yeesh.. that sounds harsh now that I say it, huh."

"A tad, yes... tell me more about the sacrifice thing?"

"Well- see the branding here? Yeah- his was... well- less like a branding, more like a birth mark? And- and it glowed, kinda, when he was in the circle! It was freaky as hell.. But, the Watcher Spirit- or whatever they said, I tuned them out, was taking too long to possess him? So they killed him. Right then and there. He tried to fight back, tried to tell them this wasn't fair, but they killed him.... I- I watched my friend get killed.... wow-.. that's.. that's really fucked up, isn't it.."

"Very... I'm so sorry to hear about that.."

"Eh.. But- some guy, Taurtis I think, told us to run. I mean- a lot of good running did me, I got stabbed. Annoying, right? But hey- we got out of there with our lives... even if that poor Taurtis guy got his eyes gouged out- like proper gouged, it was gross, something out of a horror movie-.... sorry, you alright there? You look a bit green 'round the gills."

"I- I'm fine.. that's.. enough questions for now.. Thank you, Martyn.."

[End of transcript.]

[ The following is a transcript of notes taken from the online journal of GRIAN ████. Certain words have been removed per request, but the remaining text is otherwise unaltered. ]

I learned something rather interesting, not just about the Watchers, but in the ways that people handle trauma and being questioned about it.

While both clearly were effected by what had happened, Jimmy was more bitter and angry, making biting comments while I asked questions. Meanwhile, Martyn was more lighthearted, and tended to use dark humor to deflect his actual feelings about the events that transpired.

In the end, these interviews at the very least gave me more information about the Watchers, and allowed me to gain a bit more insight into how they have effected people who have managed to escape. This gives me at least a little hope about possibly finding these missing people.

It also presents me with a problem. Jimmy pointed out to me that I now bare the mark of the Watcher's Vessel. I've heard about what happens to these folks and it doesn't sound like fun.

Pixl Riffs, the owner of the HHR station, was.. as Martyn had said, murdered in cold blood. But that was because he "wasn't a good sacrifice". What happens if you are a good sacrifice?

Do I even want to know?

.....

Wish me luck in trying to get this off.

... I'm gonna call Taurtis.. just to check in on him.

[End of transcript.]

[notanettelmao]

Magic Bullet

Also on AO3

(TW rewrite)

Fandoms: Teen Wolf, Supernatural Warnings: usual TW and SPN stuff Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x reader Words: 2,2k

<<;back // next>>

Chris Argent was on his way out the front door when the two girls, both looking tired, appeared at the top of the stairs.

“What’s going on?” Allison asked her father, while Y/N inspected the duffle bag he had over his shoulder. She immediately tensed. 

“Your aunt Kate texted. She’s having car trouble,” Argent smiled at his daughter. Y/N could tell the smile was fake. She frowned and leaned her head to the side a bit, while she raised an eyebrow at the man downstairs.

“Car trouble?” She asked. Chris’ lips twitched as he kept the smile on his face. 

“Yes. A flat tire. Why don’t you two go back to sleep? You have school in the morning.” Allison nodded and disappeared back into her room, not catching the lie in her father’s words. Y/N slowly walked down the stairs so she didn’t have to talk loudly and risk Allison overhearing.

“Car trouble, huh? Does the car have a bit of fur, glowy eyes, and fangs?” She quietly asked, grabbing his duffle bag and feeling up the stuff inside it through the cloth of the bag.

“Maybe. Go back to bed. You don’t want me to call your brothers, do you?” Argent asked. The youngest Winchester rolled her eyes. 

“As if I haven’t already called them.” She mumbled under her breath, watching Argent leave.

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“Sammy I’m telling you she’s creepy as hell. Not as creepy as Victoria, but the has some kind of bad feeling about her. I don’t know how to explain it. She has the vibes of a person that likes to fuck up teenagers,” Y/N was walking to school as she explained to her brother everything about her meeting Kate Argent just a few minutes earlier.

“It can’t be that bad, can it? Anyway, I have some news. Are you ready?” Sam asked. She could hear him talk to Dean about something.

“Yeah, I think so. What am I supposed to be ready for?” Y/N looked around and then crossed the road toward a park. She could hear someone say something that sounded like ‘do it now’ and then there was a familiar whoosh of air behind her that made her freeze in place.

“You’re kidding.” She said, her voice shaking.

“I’m not. He might be kinda… Not in the right head space but it’s him.” Sam said before he said his goodbyes and hung up, leaving her to deal with the situation alone. She slowly lowered the phone from her ear and took a deep breath before turning around. And there he stood. The first thing she noticed was the lack of a tie, but after that, he just turned into a blurry figure as her eyes filled up with tears. 

“Cas!” She squealed, jumping into his arms and hugging him tightly. 

“Hello Y/N,” he said. Y/N wiped her tears into his trenchcoat before looking up at him and touching his cheek.

“Oh my god, it’s really you! I- How? When? Why didn’t you all call me right away?” She wanted to ask much more but she didn’t get the chance. There was a blue jeep approaching. It stopped on the side of the road right next to the park and honked to get Y/N’s attention.

“Oh, that’s Stiles. C’mon, I have to introduce you two. All I’m saying is he made me mad a few days ago and is currently trying to make it up. Don’t you dare say anything to Dean or he will come here and threaten him with a gun or something,” Y/N grabbed Cas by his arm and pulled him towards the jeep. 

“Is he your boyfriend?” Castiel asked staring at Stiles through the window. Y/N choked on air. 

“Wha- No. Why is everyone- Nevermind.” She shook her head and smiled at Stiles as he slowly rolled down his window. 

“Hi.” She said.

“Hi?” Stiles asked and looked at Castiel.

“Hello. I am Castiel.” Cas said, making Y/N facepalm. 

“I’ll explain later. Cas this is Stiles. He is one of my friends. Stiles, this is Castiel. I will tell you more about him when we get to school. We are going to be late,” she checked the time on her phone. 

“I will get back to your brothers. Pray if you need me,” Castiel said and with a blink of an eye, he was gone. Stiles just stared with his mouth open. Y/N giggled when she saw him and quickly hopped inside the jeep.

“Close your mouth, Stilinski.”

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Y/N spent the whole day at school with headphones in her ears, ignoring the not-so-quiet whispers of her two friends about who could have bitten Scott if not Derek. She was too happy about Castiel being alive to get herself involved in conversations. 

At the end of all of their classes, she walked out of the school building listening to Stiles explaining all of Scott’s concerns. So she basically knew everything that happened while her earphones were blasting music the whole day anyway.

“Oh- my god!” Stiles suddenly hit the brakes right after they got out of his parking spot. 

“What-” Y/N looked up from her belt buckle. She noticed Derek in front of the car, not looking good. 

“Dammit,” she quickly unbuckled herself and jumped out of the jeep. She got next to Derek just as his legs gave out and he was about to fall.

“Crap, Stiles help me get him inside of the jeep,” she shot her friend a look and started making tiny steps towards the passenger seat. She was holding Derek up by herself until Stiles finally remembered how to function and helped hold him up from the other side. They helped the werewolf up on the seat and Y/N buckled his belt, just in case. She closed the door and then got into the backseat through Stiles’ side. Stiles quickly climbed into the driver's seat and started the car, just when Scott finally decided to show up.

“What the hell?” The young wolf asked Derek, who wasn’t looking so great. 

“I was shot,” Derek groaned. That made Y/N lean over to look over the seat. She was trying to find the bullet wound. 

“Why aren’t you healing?” Scott asked again. Y/n was considering slapping him in the face. It was obvious hunters were involved. And hunters meant wolfsbane. Also Argents, but that was not the problem right now. 

“Derek, who shot you?” She asked quickly, but Derek ignored her.

“It was a different kind of bullet. I can’t heal.”

“What, a silver bullet?” Stiles asked excitedly. Y/N smacked his head. 

“He is dying. Why are you excited? How do you want to explain a dead criminal inside of your car to your dad?” She whisper yelled. Stiles’ eyes grew wide as if he just realized this. 

“Wait, that’s what she meant when she said you had forty-eight hours-” Scott said.

“Who- who said forty-eight hours?” Derek groaned.

“The one who shot you,” Scott said as if it was obvious. Y/N wanted to scream. Derek groaned in pain, this time his eyes flashed. Y/N quickly put her hands on his face so she covered them up. 

“Winchester, you are lucky I like you or I would rip your hands off right now,” Derek mumbled. 

“Scott you need to figure out what kind of bullet they used,” Y/N looked at her friend.

“What? Why me?” 

“Because you are dating Allison. And the person who shot Derek is her aunt. She has them stashed in her room, most probably,” Y/N explained already trying to come up with a plan B. 

“Why should I help him?” Scott asked. 

“Because if you don’t I’m going to mix all the wolfsbane that’s in the house and shove it down your throat while you sleep. Now go!” Y/N shoved Scott’s chest through the window and told Stiles to drive.

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They were driving through the streets of Beacon Hills when Y/N realized they were on the way toward the preserve.

“Stiles, stop the car.”

“Why? We are almost there.”

“Almost where?” Derek joined the conversation.

“Your house,” Stiles said as he parked the jeep. Derek quickly turned to look at him and just as he opened his mouth to say something, Y/N beat him to it.

“Stiles, you can’t take him to his house. He was shot. By a hunter. Who knows where he lives and who probably came only to finish the job,” Y/N explained. Derek winced at the last part but Stiles ignored it, he didn’t know the full story anyway so he didn’t find it weird. 

“Where am I supposed to take him then?” He asked.

“I don’t know. I’ll call Scott. Drive somewhere else though,” Y/N already pulled out her phone and searched for Scott’s number.

“But-”

“Start the car and drive. Now. Or I’m gonna rip your throat out… with my teeth.” 

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They ended up going to the animal clinic. Stiles and Derek were in the middle of a fight about Stiles chopping Derek’s arm off when Y/N got an idea. 

“Noone is going to chop anyone’s arm off,” she said quickly coming over to get the saw away from them. 

“But-” Stiles started just as Derek collapsed.

“Fuck. Castiel if you hear me this is the time for you to show up. Please.” 

“Like the dude from this morning?” Stiles asked and let out a noise when the trenchcoated man appeared right in front of him. 

“You need my help?” Castiel asked. Y/N quickly pulled him towards Derek.

“Heal him. Please. We are running out of time and Scott got held up and-” Y/N started explaining everything at once. Castiel just pressed his fingers to Derek’s forehead and let his hand glow. Stiles watched all of the black veins disappear from Derek’s body. 

“Whoa,” he let out and leaned closer so he could get a better view. 

“There,” Cas said. 

“Thank you. Thank you so much Cas,” Y/N hugged him. At the same time, Derek opened his eyes and sat up with a gasp. 

“I have the bullet!” Scott ran through the door just a few seconds later.

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After Stiles went home, Derek took Y/N, Scott, and Cas to the hospital. He wanted to show Scott how kind is the family of hunters he likes so much. Y/N was there as a support and Cas just tagged along. They walked through the corridors until they got to the room  Derek wanted Scott to see. 

“Why are we here?” Scott asked, looking around the room.

“Who is he?” He asked again when he saw the man in a wheelchair. 

“That’s Peter Hale,” Y/N mumbled loud enough for the wolves to hear. Derek nodded.

“He is my uncle.”

“Is he… Like you? A werewolf?” Scott looked like he was scared to move.

“He was. Now, he’s barely even human. Six years ago, my sister and I were at school. Our house caught on fire. There were eleven people inside. He was the only survivor.”

“And you are telling me because…?” Y/N groaned. Scott was so dumb.

“He’s telling you because the Argents set the fire,” Y/N explained.

“What makes you so sure?” Y/N was ready to jump at Scott and beat him up with the bullet she had in her pocket. 

“Because they were the only ones that knew about us!” Derek said angrily. 

“Should I heal him?” Castiel asked and everyone in the room stopped what they were doing. They all slowly turned to look at him (except Peter of course). Y/N blinked a few times and then exchanged a few looks with Derek, who looked like he might pass out. 

“You can heal him?”

“I mean, I did cure you from the wolfsbane. I think few burns are nothing.” Castiel explained himself. Y/N frowned. 

“But the brain trauma- and-” Castiel placed a hand on her shoulder. 

“I pulled your brother out of hell Y/N, I also took on your other brother’s pain which sent me into a mental hospital. I am still not quite okay but I will help whenever I can.” Castiel said and took a few steps towards Peter. He placed his hand on Peter’s head and let it glow, letting the angel magic do its thing. They all watched as Peter’s scars disappeared and his eyes started sparking with life. Just as the last few scars vanished his eyes shone blue, making Derek respond with his own blue ones. 

“Thank you,” Derek said as he looked from Castiel to his uncle, who was now looking around trying to understand what was going on. Cas only nodded and turned towards Y/N to smile at her. Y/N knew he was ready to go. She waved at him and watched him teleport away. Scott was standing in the corner of the room looking confused as hell. 

“Come on Scott, let’s leave them to catch up,” the Winchester said. Derek shot her a thankful look as he watched her and Scott go. 

“You really need to explain who the man in the trenchcoat is,” Scott mumbled.

“I will when Stiles is there also. I don’t feel like explaining it twice.”

[meetmyothersouls]

I’m your biggest fan & totally obsessed with the Halloween theme! Can I request 🔪Hotel of Horrors

You're so so kind! Thank you so much, never thought I'd have a fan :) This one's for you!

Hotel of Horrors

Warnings: creepy hotel, mentions of ghosts, curses and death, knives and lots of threatening

Timothee x first person reader

I'm pissed.

I slam my hand against the bell on a counter that no one sits behind. Not only is my room a mess, but it smells like a dead raccoons ass. I wish I was kidding, but it's pretty fucking bad.

"Hello?" I slam my palm once more on the bell, breaking it in the process. "Does anyone work in this shit hole?"

"I do," a shaky voice says as a body shoots up from behind the counter. He knocks over a vase behind him and barely saves it from shattering on the ground. He couldn't save the dying roses or the water from spilling out. "I do," he repeats.

His whole entrance startles me, and I step back a few inches. Did he not hear me torturing the bell sitting on his counter? And what the hell was he doing on the floor? A slew of other questions come to mind, but the timid man behind the counter starts talking again. He's tall, skinny and deathly pale. He reminds me a lot of a Tim Burton Claymation character. Dark circles surround his eyes rimmed in red and he licks his lips nervously. "S-so sorry, ma'am. I'm Tim Chalamet, a-a-and I run this establishment." His fist pounds on the counter and the action startles him even though he's the one who did it. "Wha-what can I do for you?"

"Well, you can start by chilling the hell out. You need a xanny or something? You're making me anxious as fuck, dude." Tim swallows hard as I speak. He looks around the lobby like a scared, tortured puppy, waiting to be attacked. By what? I'm not sure but he's gotta cut that shit out. "And second, have you or anyone else been in room 794? It's actually offensive."

"7-794?" Tim's shaky hands move to the keyboard of an old computer. He types what I assume to be my room number as his eyes bounce across the screen. "Oh," he says, his face draining of what color remained in it.

"Oh? What do you mean 'oh'?"

"N-nothing. Nothing. I'll gladly reimburse you and give you a new room for free. No one should be in room 394."

"And why is that?" I ask. He's peaked my curiosity.

Tim's hand shoots up and runs nervously through his hair, tousling it. He grabs a handful off it, but lets it go before he pulls any of it out. This dude is going through it. "Uhhh, died. Someone died in there. Multiple someone's actually."

"Multiple!?"

"Y-yes 34 to be exact. Rooms cursed. I'm so sorry."

I'm not sure if he's apologizing because of the mishap of me getting the room or the fact that there's a very grand possibility that I am now cursed myself.

Fuck.

"You're fuckin' kidding."

"No. No, sadly not." Tim shoots back down and pops back up with a new room key. 795. I can't help but roll my eyes. Like room 795 is any less cursed than its lovely neighbor 794. "Here's you're new k-key. Enjo-oy your stay." He drops the key on the counter and turns, making his way to a set of swinging doors, I assume lead to a break room of some sort. I've still got to get my stuff out of my old room, but at this point I'm too spooked to go by myself, but I'm writing a new book and need several of the things out of that room. Fuck, this place. I don't want to go alone. In my head I'm whining and stomping like a four year old. Tim has already disappeared behind the double swinging doors and I hear a TV flip on. I've got to convince Mr. Pantophobia to help me get my shit from the cursed room. I don't actually need help and I would usually never ask a man to help me lug my things around, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I pull my shirt down a little bit, exposing some cleavage.

"Tim? Hellooooo?" I knock on the wooden counter and he comes back out. Thank god. "Oh good you're still here. Okay, so...I'm probably going to need some help gathering my things." I see his pupils dilate as he assumes what I'm about to ask him. "Think you can help a girl out?"

His stutter gets worse as he reaches underneath the counter. He brings out a ring of keys and shakes vigorously. "S-s-s-s-sure. Yeah. Yeah sure." I know he doesn't want to, and he didn't even put up a fight when I asked. He didn't even look at my tits. We walk silently, to the elevator, and my curiosity gets the best of me.

"Sooo, you got any inside details on any of the 34 murders?"

Tim doesn't move his head but his eyes travel to the side until he's looking at me in what would seem like a painful manner.

"No."

Liar.

"Oh come on! You've own this place! You've got to know something about at least one of them!" I egg him on as he we arrive to the elevator. Tim uses a long bony finger to press the up arrow on the vintage elevator. It's definitely been upgraded since the hotel originally opened in the 50's, but they've kept the same old timey look to both the inside and the outside of the hotel. It would be really nice if the place wasn't so fucking creepy. Two sets of doors open and we step inside. They close slowly and Tim presses his finger against a round button with a number seven printed on it and we lurch upward.

"Th-this hotel has been in my family since it opened. We aren't sure wh-why it's plagued with misfortune, but we try not to dwell on it too much."

"Why not? History is history. It happened and it happened here, dude. You can't change that."

I'm actually shocked that this place doesn't get more business. I've not seen more than five people since I arrived here and that includes Tim. Usually haunted or cursed hotels bring in tons of business, especially when there's a possibility of catching a ghost on camera.

Tim is silent for a moment after my response, and it's probably because I'm fucking right and he doesn't want to admit it. But when he opens his mouth to speak, I'm not prepared for what comes out of his mouth or the chills that pepper my body.

"They don't like when we talk about what happened."

"Th-they who?" Great. Now I'm stuttering. The elevator dings and we come to a stop. Tim steps off and I trail behind him. He's giving me the creeps now and it doesn't help that the lights flicker as we walk through the hall of floor seven. "Tim, what does that even mean? 'They don't like when we talk about what happened.'"

We're in front of room 794 in no time, and I suddenly have the urge to just take my shit and leave all together. Tim's freaking me out and so is this creepy fucking hotel. I feel like there are eyes on me even though no one is here. Tim brings the ring of keys up to the knob and I notice he's less jittery, less nervous and for some reason that makes me more nervous. The fuck is going on? The key Tim separates from the rest is old, rusty and much longer than the others. It goes in with ease and twists only once until the door opens.

Suddenly this room is a whole hell of a lot more unwelcoming knowing it's cursed. Tim holds his hand out into the room as if to say after you and follows it up with a jerk of his head into the darkness. Why didn't I leave the lights on before I came downstairs to complain. I suddenly feel stupid that I requested his help to move my shit one door over.

"You know what? I think I got it from here. Thanks...for the escort."

"Nonsense," Tim replies, kicking the door shut behind him. "I'd be happy to help." He's no longer stuttering and his movements look confident and lethal.

I'm scared.

I'm shaking as I haphazardly throw my clothes back into my suitcase, not caring whether or not they're dirty or clean. I want to get out of this room and more importantly, away from Tim. Why'd he have to shut the door? The room seems stuffy now, and I'm sweating even though all I'm doing is throwing my shit back into my suitcase. I add my laptop and pocket my cell phone before I zip up my suitcase.

"Okay. Done. Let's go."

Tim has a half smirk on his face and one foot against the door behind him. He looks absolutely dangerous and I really, really miss it when he was afraid of his own shadow. "You want to know the real reason this room is cursed?" He asks, stutter long gone.

"N-no, I just want to get to my new room." I muster up the courage to walk toward him. He's skinny as fuck, I probably have more muscle than he does and can easily shove him aside, but when I come within a few inches of him, he stands up straight and towers over me.

Was he this tall before?

He's got a hand behind his back and when he pulls it out from behind him he reveals a knife. I mentally kick myself in the ass, knowing that's what he went behind those double doors for before we came up here. Damn it. He points the tip of the blade at me and I begin to walk backwards.

"I'll ask again, y/n. Do you want to know the real reason this room is cursed." He grits out the last word and pushes the blade into my stomach ever so slightly. I gasp at the contact, but play along. I have to play along if I want to get out of this.

"Y-yes. Yes I do. Tell me."

Tim pulls the knife away, but only so that the tip is no longer piercing the flesh of my abdomen. He cracks his neck and the sound of bones popping is overwhelming in this quiet room.

"Guess."

A tear slips from my left eye as my back hits the wall. No where else to go.

"I don't like guessing games, Tim. Just tell me."

"TOO FUCKING BAD," he screams, slicing into my jeans, making a clean cut into my thigh. It's deep enough to inflict pain but not deep enough to cause me to bleed out. He's got experience. "I do. Now, take a fucking guess or I'll push this knife so deep into your stomach, your organs will come with it on the way out."

A sob escapes my mouth and it takes me a minute to catch my breath.

I'm going to fucking die in here.

"You're taking to long, y/n." Tim raises his knife, the blade gleams in what little light shines from the heavily curtained window. "And I don't like to be kept waiting." He moves quickly, plunging it toward my stomach. I'm lucky enough to catch his wrist, and from sheer adrenaline alone, I'm able to hold him back and give him an answer.

"BECAUSE," I scream. "Because your family is batshit fucking crazy and you are the ones that kill here."

He smirks at me and I curse myself for even thinking that he looks the least bit attractive in this moment.

"Very good, y/n," Tim praises. "You know, I feel bad about this." The confusion must be evident on my face. He yanks his hand from my grip and uses the knife to scrape away the hair that's fallen into my face. "Don't be dumb. I mean the killing you part."

"Let me go then, you asshole." I'd love to knee him in the dick right now, but I don't. I want to leave this with as few stab wounds as possible.

"No. No, can't do that. Not when you know the family secret."

"Oh, geez. I won't tell anyone," I lie. He lets me go and I'm spilling my fucking guts.

"Yeah, like I haven't heard that one before. You're very pretty, y/n, but lying makes even the prettiest faces ugly."

I roll my eyes. This is taking too long. "Just kill me or let me go, you fucking psycho."

Tim taps the knife on his chin, contemplatively. "I don't think I'll do either."

My heart sinks as I think of the torture he has planned for me. This has taken a sick turn and I'm feeling more and more hopeless the longer this goes on. Why did I have to go downstairs and complain. Why? "Then what the fuck are you going to do?"

"Marry me."

"What?" He doesn't like the tone in my voice and by the look on his face, he's feeling a bit stabby. "I-I'm sorry. I'm confused."

"You seem to think you have an option in this. You marry me and you join me in carrying on my family business. I put a few kids in you so they take over. Or I kill you. Make a choice and do it quick. I'm missing my show."

A million thoughts cross my mind. The main one being the fact that he thinks I'll let him close enough to stick his dick in me and get me pregnant. The next one being that either way, I never get to leave this hotel of horrors.

"You're taking to LONG, y/n."

Tim raises his knife again and I have no choice but to join him.

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[bloodmoon24]

Seven Sin Tribe AU: The Start of Fizzmodeus (Part I)

(Two little Greed Imps stumbled themselves into the Lust Rainforest for the first time)

(In this world, Fizz does have his limbs, but he doesn’t have his horns still. So instead, his limbs are painted to look like his robotic limbs)

In the farthest distance of the Greed Outback, the ruler, King Mammon, has chosen his newest figure for his brand mark. An imp named Fizzarolli. He had shown him great use of his prowess and abilities when he went through Mammon’s annual Clown Trail. He was able to make the other Outback citizens happy, and make Mammon proud. Fizz was so honored that he gets to be working for his king, a dream of his since he was a child, and he wants to be perfect for him. What could happen?

Many years later…

Fizzarolli: *looking at the distance of the Greed Outback at their tent’s entrance* Can you believe it, Blitz. This is gonna be my seventh year in a row to be Mammon’s brand mark! I am so pumped

Blitz, Fizzarolli’s best friend, was sitting at the center of their tent, cooking some food for them on an open fire

Blitz: Yup. Still couldn’t believe it. Buuut…Isn’t this Clown Trail thing getting a little old for you? I mean, how many times was it again? Six or seven years in a row and not once have you lost? Don’t you think you might get tired of this?

Fizzarolli: *steps away from the entrance* How could I be tired of this? I love this job. I have everything I could ever wanted. This life, protection, fame throughout all of Hell! How could I not be tired of winning the annual Clown Trials?

Blitz: I’m just saying, Fizz. I’ve seen other demons drooling all over you like panting dogs *pours some food into a wooden bowl and hands it Fizz* And I know how much you hated those creepy fans that tried to sniff anything you touched

Fizzarolli: Well…Yeah, but…*sighs* I dunno…I just wanna be perfect

Blitz: *gets himself a bowl of food* Fizz, who said you have to be perfect? There’s no such thing as a perfect being. There could be a perfect object, like the perfect spear or a watering hole, but never a perfect demon. Remember that, ok

Fizzarolli: *smiles at him* Yeah. I guess you’re right

Blitz: *smiles* Come on. Let’s eat before the food gets cold, and I put a lot of shit into cooking this

Fizz chuckled as they started to eat their meals. Later on, they both took a wonder around the Outback. Blitz brought along any weapons in case they got into trouble with the Greed Outback predators or any other animal that could attack them. Fizz may not be a fighter, but he is flexible enough to either get away or make the predator lose interest in him. They’d make a perfect duo

Blitz: *takes out a telescope and looked through the horizon* Hmm…Looking good *puts it away* Lets go

The two imps then ran throughout the Outback

Fizzarolli: Um, hey, Blitz? Remind me what we’re doing again?

Blitz: Exploring. Wondering if we ended up in the Gluttony Jungle or near the shores of the Envy Oceans. Ooh! Or the Wrath Desert

Fizzarolli: But why though? We always stick around in the Outback

Blitz: Yeah, but it’s becoming so boring. Figured I want to be in a place where you and I can get our adrenaline pumping in something new. Plus, you seem to be needed a break from this clown bullshit

Fizzarolli: Wha-? I-! Well- Yeah, actually. I do need a break

Blitz: See? I gotcha dude. Now, if we kept going towards the south east, we’d might be able to get to a perfect place to start our adventure

Fizzarolli: Hmm…Yeah. You know what? Yeah! Let’s fucking do it!

Blitz: There he is! There’s that confidence and thirst for adrenaline!

They both high five and continued going through the Greed Outback. They both worked together to get through the rough terrains of the Outback as they went to find something, or anything, new. Blitz once almost fell through a chasm, but luckily they brought rope and a hook for them to climb up with. After that, they took a quickly water break. They took out their canteen filled with fresh water and they both take a small sip of it, so that they can still have enough to go through the journey

Fizzarolli: …Ugh…Blitz…We’ve been walking for hours…Should we take a break? It’s so fucking hot out…

Blitz: *wipes some sweat off his face* You know what? A break sounds like a good idea. Let’s find some shade to rest in

Fizzarolli: *looks around* Uhh…Oh! I spot some trees. Maybe we can lie around over there

They both ran out to the trees and they both collapsed at the cool shade

Both: *relaxed sigh*

Blitz: *stretched his arms and lay on his back* This is so much better

Fizzarolli: *laying on his stomach* Agree. Glad we found some just in time before we heat up

Blitz: *looked at the trees and noticed something* Yeah…*sat up and squints his eyes to noticed something with the trees’ leaves* Hey, Fizz?

Fizzarolli: Yeah, B?

Blitz: Don’t these leaves look a bit……blue-ish to you?

Fizzarolli sat up and looked up at the trees and other plants around it, noticing that they’re all also blue

Fizzarolli: Uhh…*touched a shrub leaf and looked up in front of him with his eyes widen*…Blitz…? *points to what’s in front of them*

Blitz looked and sees a more blue plants in front of them. He looked to the left and to the right and he sees more of these plants that looked like it goes on forever

Blitz: Fizz…I think we’re at the entrance of…of the Lust Rainforest

Fizz’s jaw dropped. They both had stumbled at the entrance of a new environment of Hell; The Lust Rainforest. This is a place where most animals and demons live, in a cool and somewhat secluded, but peaceful place. For these two, this is brand new. They’ve never left the Greed Outback, and the Lust Rainforest just happens to be the perfect start to their new adventure. But…they’re both also very nervous. Mostly Fizzarolli, who never left home, and is always on Mammon’s watch

Blitz: *takes a deep breath* Ok. Ok, ok, ok. We can handle this, Fizz. Just go inside, look around, maybe bring back some food, and see where the rest of the day takes us. Simple, right?

They both looked at the distance of the Lust Rainforest entrance with thoughts racing in their minds, telling them to either head back or head into the new environment

[vaguely-yandere]

Omg I just saw the yandere rival and I had an idea.. What about the darling who is like, friendless and when the rival stars obsessing over them the darling is like "omg!!! A friend!!!". They don't push the Yan away since this is the most social interaction they got since god knows when, after all if you want to be the best you have to make sacrifices. Which is why when the Yan tries to be mean about their success because they are just salty (obviously), the darling tries to be helpful and tells them "not to take it to heart if they put a little more effort in next time they are sure rival would do even better than them!"

Of course this doesn't do anything, hell the rival even gets more pissed "how DARE you patronise them! You will pay for this!!". The better you do the more obsessed Yan becomes, but darling actually doesn't seem to mind? After all when they notice the Yan following them, or when they notice something missing, hell even when people seem to hate the them even more than before for some reason and now they are completely isolated, they don't seem to mind. They don't mind the rival doing their thing! After all maybe it's just their way to show that despite harsh words they care about them? They won't discriminate, hell , both of them are considered weirdos and without eachother they would have nobody.

Still when Yan gets mad that the darling is doing better than them, that they must have used some sort of trick! The darling gets mad because this is something they worked hard for! They can't just insult their hard work like that, so ironically that's the only kind of thing they get mad at Yan for, not the whole stalking, stealing stuff or even shit talking thing. Yan sees them ignoring their creepy behaviour as some sort of "ploy" to try and confuse them "oh you care about this but u didn't give a damn when I broke into your house? What kind of game are you playing here?"

I feel like, the darling would see the rival as a friend despite everything and they would be willing to forgive them, even trying to get the rival to hang out with them. To which of course the rival says no, but they suppose rival stalking them while they go home kinda counts as hanging out anyways. The darling thinks that they are acting that way because they don't know how to express their emotions properly + they feel bad for the rival so they let them do their own thing but also retaliate when their hard work is belittled. TIL Yan loses it and kidnaps the darling...

Basically their entire relationship can be summarised as;

darling: "can't STAND this hoe"

5 minutes later

Also darling: "me and the bestie!!" And rival is still scoffing in the background lmao

dude. your brain? gigantic. the comedic possibilities are endless here.

i can see it now. rival yan hiding behind a tree or staking out some place in a car and losing sight of their darling for a SECOND (which causes them to panic) but before they can move from their hiding spot and go search for their darling, darling shows up and waves excitedly.

"you wanna hang out?? could've just asked!!"

"wha- how- NO!! FUCK YOU GET AWAY FROM ME!"

"c'mon, don't be like that bestie! your hiding spot was really good, i didn't even notice for like, a solid ten minutes!"

and poor darling, they're just trying to be a good friend! waving at yan when they spot them stalking, offering to get them a glass of water when they catch them breaking in, handing over their notes for class when they spot yan trying to snoop through them, but all of this seems to just make them more upset! ugh! can't win!

and so when yandere finally snaps and kidnaps them (is it really kidnapping when darling willingly comes over and follows them into their basement?), well, the darling is a little bit annoyed but happy about their first sleepover!

"WHATS YOUR SECRET?!"

"... you're the first friend ive ever had."

"YO- you think we're friends...?"

"uh yeah?" darling just shrugs, leaning back in the surprisingly comfortable wooden chair. "why wouldn't i? you're the only person that ever hangs out with me, even outside of school/work and you're kinda mean but... not as mean as other people. i mean, you actually like.. respect me! you compliment me under all of your insults and monologues a-and you actually see how hard ive worked to get here! you don't.. you don't doubt me. never once did you even entertain the thought i could be doing something really bad to get where i am and you're the first person to do that so, why wouldn't we be friends?"

the yandere seems so... sad. did darling really see them as a friend? all the times they spent thinking darling just.. using them or manipulating them, it was the truth? they really did wanna be friends? "why would I think you did something bad to get where you are..? you're always working. people who are always working don't have time to do shitty things."

"ha! you'd think so, right? you wouldn't believe the stuff ive been accused of!"

yandere huffs, frowning, shooting a glare at darling. "are you laughing at me?"

"huh? wha- dude, no! c'mon! are you serious- you know what? no. im not taking your accusations anymore. get out."

and despite being tied to a chair and very obviously not in charge here, the second time the darling demands the yandere leave, they do. rival yan is still very submissive. but it hurts how yan sees how hard they work and still assume they have some sort of short cut or trick up their sleeve... it's just not fair!

in a much less angst-y sense, i can 100% see yan and darling getting into yelling matches with each other and then darling posting a happy selfie of them ten seconds later. even better if yan is a bit beat up cause the fight got physical and having a kind of dopey smile cause, well, masochist.

and when yan likes the post later on? it just cements the idea in darlings head that they're bffs. and if yan goes nuts and handcuffs themselves to darling so they can always be with them? friendship bracelets! darling even learns how to weave with embroidery thread so they can decorate them!

of course, all of their rapidly start wearing yan down, makes them feel a little bit guilty about this one sided rivalry and the more sad stories darling tells them, the more quiet they're delusional side gets and soon enough, darling has one of the second most powerful people in school/their place of work madly in love with them and fiercely possessive because they're delusional side doesn't just stop, it just manifests in other places and reveals itself as deep rooted insecurity so let's hope darling has the patience to deal with that 24/7.

however, darling also needs to be good at calling Yan out! yelling matches and even physical fights will be common between these two and, depending on how close they are, it will usually end with Yan clinging to their side, shyly asking for affection or forgiveness. so cute!

[thebigoblin]

The Saturday Routine

@febuwhump Day 7: Made To Watch + @badthingshappenbingo Square Filled: Hiding An Injury (card attached at the end). Also, will post on ao3 later. EDIT: POSTED!

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski & Eli Stilinski-Hale

Tags: Hurt Derek Hale, Hurt Eli Stilinski-Hale, Blood, BAMF!Stiles, POV Eli Stilinski-Hale, Sheriff Stilinski Makes An Appearance, Attempt at Humor, Spark Stiles Stilinski, True Alpha Derek Hale, Fluff & Angst, Happy Ending

The last thing he clearly remembers is watching his dad laugh.

They were in the locker room of the high school, after-hours, joking around as they normally do on Saturdays. His dad is a trusted man, the Sheriff's consultant, and an overall loved Beacon Hills citizen. Which means that the Principal of the school — Ms. Natalie Martin — has allowed them to use the school grounds for practicing, even if he isn't good at playing lacrosse (yet, says dad's voice in his head).

This is all routine. Waking up early on Saturdays, getting ready and having breakfast, going to the school, practicing lacrosse there for hours, and only leaving when it's time for lunch. What isn't is this huge gap of memory, his head pounding, and his ears ringing.

And, most importantly, these ropes.

"Wha-?"

He can't even speak. His throat is dry, he needs to drink, he needs to remove these ropes from his wrists and most importantly, he needs to know his dad is okay.

He coughs to clear his throat. Once, twice. "Dad-"

"Shh," he hears through the ringing in his ears, and thank fuck, that's his dad. He is fine.

"You are-"

"Eli, please shut up."

He shuts his mouth with a clack of teeth. He tastes blood, but it's okay. At least he knows now, his dad is here, and he sounds fine. Right? Right.

But where is he? Where are they?

This certainly isn't the diner they frequent for Saturday lunches.

He would just open his eyes and check, but as it turns out, he has blindfolds on, too.

He's 99% this is the work of hunters.

Wait... he hears chanting.

"Is that fucking chanting?!"

"Eli!" His dad hisses, somewhere from his front, but it's too late. A door opens with a loud creak, and it's creepy enough, but then the one who opened it has to speak, too.

"Aha! You wolves are awake. Good. Very good."

Cliché witch dialogues. His tata was right — these villains are very predictable.

As he's wondering about his tata and what he would do to escape — WWTD (what would tata do) — he's suddenly moved from his position. It's good, because he was starting to cramp.

"Eli!" His dad is shouting behind him, and he wants to tell him something, anything, just to reassure him, but then the witch slams over a duct tape on his face.

He knows the taste of it because of his many, many spent evenings working on his tata's jeep.

"Mmmph!"

"Quiet, baby wolf. You are required for your purity, not for your tongue. I will not hesitate to cut it."

"Mmmphh!" They really are after virgins! He really should invest some time in his love life at this point. Hell, it won't even be hard to convince his parents to let him date — he just needs to find someone who matches his energy.

He's shaken out of his thoughts when he realizes the chanting is growing louder.

There are more of them?

His dad must have realized this earlier, because he's cursing them and growling, his loud, Alpha roar not too far away. He knows because he's heard it loads of times, and it's always as mesmerizing as it is terrifying (his tata always smells disgustingly horny when it happens).

"Get the Alpha now. He's angry enough to fuel the spell."

Oh.

Oh.

He was just the bait.

*

His blindfolds are taken off the moment he's put into the cage, large and glinting silver under the sunlight coming from the open roof of the cave.

There are six witches, standing in a circle, wearing grey and blue robes. Their faces are hidden, but all have the same tattoo on their necks: pigs. Who the hell tattoos that?

His focus only stays on them for a minute, though, because just then his dad's being dragged through the only entrance by the seventh member. His dad is in chains and tattered clothes, and he's huffing in pain, growling at everyone until he sees him.

"Dad! What the hell did you do to him?!" He directs his question to the circle, who ignore him until his dad is in the centre of it, eyes locked on him.

It's like he doesn't even care about himself, as long as his kid is safe. Eli hates it.

He wants his dad to be okay!

"A wolf will fight tooth and nail for its cub," one of the witches says, and Eli snaps his eyes to her. She is smiling at him, a crooked, cruel smile. "And your father? He fought well. Like an Alpha should."

"He is poweful," another witch adds.

"And he will be useful to us." A third one intones, voice heavy with expectation.

"You will not hurt my dad—!"

His dad says at the same time, "I will help you, but on one condition."

The attention is shifted to his dad.

Eli knows exactly what his dad is going to say — he starts protesting, but no ears heed his words.

"Release Eli, and I will do as you ask. His safety, for whatever it is you want me to do."

The witches tsk, admire, appraise.

Eli waits for their answer.

"No."

He sighs in relief.

His dad tries to move, to attack, maybe, but he can't. He's on the ground before he can, and Eli has to crane his neck to see — it's a fucking taser. To the back.

"You said you wanted a virgin!" He shouts. And the attention is on him now, even his dad's, who is writhing with pain on the stone ground. "My dad is not one. Obviously. He's a gross adult who does those gross things with my tata, they always keep kissing, it's all very teenage horror. Don't ask." He waves his hands around as he keeps talking. "Me, on the other hand? I haven't been kissed." He's not proud of it, but he's only fifteen.

Sure, his tata met the love of his life at sixteen, but on the other hand? His dad met his one true love at the age of twenty-two, and even then it took them years to figure their shit out.

Eli has hope.

The witches cackle as one.

"Oh," one of them says, "how precious. Are they not, sisters?"

"They are." They all echo. Fucking creepy.

"They think we need only one of them. How optimistic of you."

No.

He is not just the bait.

He locks his gaze on his dad's. They're both panicking.

Eli can do nothing but watch as his dad is made to stand on shaky legs, their eyes still locked with each other's. The witches have once again formed a circle, and his dad is in the middle of it, and Eli can't take his eyes away.

Not even when they slice his dad's shirt, remove it completely. Not even when they put a knife on his chest and stomach, carve three lines vertically downwards. Not even when his dad cries out in pain, mouthing "Leave! Escape!" every second of it, his eyes as scarlet as the blood coming out of him.

All he can do is watch and cry, his wrists still tied, his wolf still sheltered.

*

His dad is unconscious, now, and he's too far for Eli to check up on. The only sign he's alive is his weak heartbeat — Eli can hear it, even if faintly. He wishes he was a better wolf, but unfortunately he is not.

That is what happens when you're a magical tree baby, half of both your parents, somehow. He's hardly a wolf and not at all a spark.

He's 100% useless.

He's crying, because that's the only thing he can do.

He doesn't even kick up a fuss when they come for him, next.

They don't tear off his t-shirt; they pull it up, just start cutting into him. One single slash across his abdomen, like they did his dad's: First in the middle; from the middle of his pecs to his belly button. Then the left side, below his pec till the belly button, and same on the right side.

The knife is on his left side, just about to slash into him, when the witches' robes suddenly starts flying like there's a huge gust of wind.

Eli's t-shirt falls into place right as the witches fall on the ground.

"Tata!"

It's him. Weilding his gun and anger.

"Nobody takes my boys," his tata growls, a very good impression of his dad's, and every single witch is done for now.

They go down like nasty flies his tata hates.

Eli doesn’t focus on the whole fight, though. He knee-walks towards his dad, checks his breathing just to be sure, and cringes when he sees the blood and injury on his stomach. Its healing, but slowly — they must have used wolfsbane on the knife.

"Take him out to the jeep!"

He does as his tata asked, puts his whole strength on saving his dad. He almost doesn't make it; his dad is too heavy, he can't, he can't pick him up, but his dad can die—

He's a fucking Stilinski-Hale and he can do this. He's the son of two of the strongest people and he believes he can save his dad.

On the fourth try, he's able to carry his dad bridal style. His tata is still fighting, three witches on him at once, the other four thrown against the cave's walls, but he knows he can handle himself.

He can.

Eli puts his dad on the backseat of the jeep, and he's just secured him when his tata comes out, quickly taking the driver's seat and telling him to sit as well so they can run to Lydia. There's no space left in the backseat, so he sits on the passenger seat.

"Are you hurt?"

"No." He lies. Dad is the priority, not him. "Tata, he's not healing,"

"Shh, baby, shh. Your daddy will be okay," his tata brings a hand to his face, the other on the steering wheel, and it comes away wet. He didn't even realize he was crying. "He'll be okay. Your dad is strong, and you know him, he never misses a game."

"Granpops and him have a watch party tomorrow," he reminds himself. They have never missed one. Ever.

"Yes. He'll never miss it. Okay, baby?"

He's hated being called baby ever since he was four. He loves it now.

"Okay." And then because he thinks this is the last he'll every say: "I love you both. Sooooo much."

*

When he wakes up, his head is pounding, and he hears screaming.

It's his tata. And he's not yelling as so much as... venting.

About him.

"That dumbass kid didn't even tell me he had an injury! And not just any injury, a frockin' slash! Through his abdomen!"

His granpop's laugh. The belly laugh.

"It's not frockin' funny! Dad!"

"You did it again!" What did tata do again?

"I— your grandchild could have died and you are focused on your son saying made-up bad words? Seriously?" Eli imagines his tata throwing his hands up, and the fond smile that graces his dad's face when he does. He and grandpops generally just leave them alone at that point, because after that it's just a toin coss away from a make-out session or full-on sex.

"Kid, I had you as a teen. This doesn't even phase me anymore. He'll be fine, he's a strong kid."

Pause. Then: "He is. He is totally Derek's kid."

"And yours, Stiles."

"Nope," it sounds like he's aggressively cleaning dishes, a plate grating under his harsh hands, "today he's just Derek's kid. How the fuck — yes, dad, be proud of me for using actual cuss words, why not — they got kidnapped off of the school grounds when he's an Alpha, a True Alpha, and now they're both pretending to not be awake to postpone my wrath." Oh, so his dad's fine now. "And they're both wondering if the other is okay or not. Der, your kid is alive, and Eli, your dad is fine."

"That tone means trouble," his grandpops says, unnecessarily.

"Thanks for stating the obvious!" Eli shouts, and he hears his dad saying the same, and then they're both groaning, probably due to the stitches being pulled. Though his dad groans louder.

"Wow. You really know them."

"I just know your favorite son-in-law. His kid's literally just the same."

"Hey, now, you know Eli is your carbon copy."

Eli lets the conversation wash over him, the familiar sounds lulling him into sleep, right until he hears his name and being a Spark in the same sentence.

"...saw his eyes, they were purple."

"This was when he picked up Derek?"

Oh.

Oh.

He believed.

"Yeah. It was so cool. His eyes then turned beta yellow."

His tata hums, and then it's silent.

Eli wants to know more.

He gets up from his bed, careful with his injury, and realizes with a start — this is his bedroom, on the second floor, and his tata and grandpops are clearly on the first floor, in the kitchen.

He's running at full speed right until he hits the landing of the stairs and bumps shoulders with his dad, who was doing the same.

They both groan as their stitches once again complain.

"Told you!" His tata shouts over them groaning in pain.

"How?" Eli mouths to his dad. He didn't hear anything.

"Notepad," his dad mouths back.

"Notepad!" His tata shouts from below at the same time.

"Okay, wow, you really do know us well."

"Kid, don't be so surprised," Grandpops says, and then, "Your tata is a Stilinski. And you are half Stilinski too. We do amazing things."

"Yeah," his dad says softly. Louder, "You three are amazing. Though, I have to say Stiles is something else entirely."

"No buttering me up will work! And no bribes either, house chores or... other means!"

Eli shudders. "Ew."

His dad gives him a look.

Grandpop calls out a greeting. "And that's my cue to leave. Stiles, leave Derek alive for tomorrow's game. We have never missed one and we won't be starting now. And don't be too hard on Eli, remember he's my favorite grandchild."

"I'm your only- okay, when will me shouting and groaning combo will end?"

"No promises, dad. And you two, don't you dare think of hiding out in your rooms."

The two of them walk downstairs, and even though he and his dad share a look of solidarity, they know they're no match against one Stiles Stilinski-Hale.

At least they're given smiley-pancakes after they have been thoroughly reamed (and hugged a million times).

* END *

my bad things happen bingo card —

[wisconsin2002]

In my opinion miraculous has been doing pretty decent with season 5. Chat Noirs Been a freaking badass this season so far. Marinette seems more mature in a way

( I like that for her I really like that for her. Marinette was once one of my favs and to see her get constantly dunked on by the writing as the seasons went on just hurt)

and the material (up to this moment) is handled okay.

(except Luka. Literally don't know what they were thinking making Luka figure out both Ladybug and Chat Noirs Identities in a pretty decent episode in season 4, and the next we see of that they barely elaborate on it and have the fucker LEAVING PARIS?!!! QUE MAMADA?? And Juleka wasn't added to the conversation becaaause? )

*sigh* anyways I digress.

But oh my goodness😂 bro I-

Were the writers that wrote fucking derision just doing this?💀:

Cause that's what it felt like. Chloé's the reason for Marinettes trauma and past stalkery behaviour now? 😂 Bitch please.

Wasn't Astrucs excuse when people were talking about Marinettes creepy behavior and stalker tendencies was because she's a teen girl and teens do stuff like that or some shit?

What changed?

And you can make the excuse that he didn't wanna spoil that part of her past, but in that case why respond at all? Why not just stay quiet and let people figure it out? Literally makes no sense.

(Bro responds to every tweet I swear to god. 😩 You can say "miraculous is cacapoopoofart" and Thomas would still take it seriously. Like damn brother sorry my little niece grabbed the phone for five seconds. )

Like dude this is a pretty big reveal for Marinettes character that you'd think they would handle more carefully! But... I digress again.

The flashbacks were pretty cool too but also dissapointing cause that's where things really fell flat with the writing and at times just felt straight up random and made up.

This entire episode is such a rewritten contradiction to what the writing had set out to do in the beginning. Especially with Chloe and Kim.

Like Kim's just a shitty guy now after you show him being a pretty neat dude for most of the seasons and even give him a lover? 💀 TF? Why wasn't this brought up In season one or two? I mean his crush on Chloe was brought up but not the fact that he was a freaking douchebag. And why the hell did they revert him back to a pick me boy for Chloe in this episode? 💀 They even have him speak nice about Chloe for no reason(IN FRONT OF HIS GF BTW!) and have no remorse for what he did to Marinette at all despite his dislike for Chloé after he moved on from his crush on her. And he feels no remorse at all? Really? And if it wasn't bad enough, bro gets off easy with a slap on the wrist and a half-assed apology. Like bro wha-💀

And Chloé's the source of Marinettes trauma? Again I can't get over that. 💀

Okay okay okay

Look

That's not too hard to believe if the way they were going at it was believable.

It ain't.

Being anxious about rejection is one thing right. And yeah it can cause trauma to kids no doubt, I've been through it myself.

But bro

Look me dead in the eyes. And tell me with a straight face that fucking Chloe and Kim's prank was what caused Marinette To be doin all THIS!

LOOK ME DEAD IN THE EYE AND TELL ME CHLOE AND KIM CAUSED THIS TO HAPPEN!

I think tf not.

You know what I think? I think the writer's Chloe spite is so strong that they decided to use one of Marinettes character writing flaws and give it a fucking alternate universe level size rewriting to fit the "Chloé's a shitty person for no reason and always will be" Narrative that they created and just can't let go off.😩

And at this point I already know the writer's don't care for Chloe. Right off the bat. Hero or villain, good or bad. They don't care for her character at all. I mean they're making her live with her neglectful ass mom cause now they decided that the bitch should be the one to turn over a new leaf and become an actual responsible mother. Right when her daughter hit rock bottom because of taking after her BS priveledged lead example of maternity and morality.

(hell her writing was perfect for an anti villain in the making story but I guess we'll skip over that too. What else is new 😮‍💨)

She's nothing but a punching bag used to show the audience that no matter what, Chloe will always be Astrucs punching bag to try and prove to other peoples potential development, thoughts and ideas for her wrong. And now thanks to that. That's turned her into a literal contradiction of her own character.

*sigh* well atleast Astruc doesn't really write anymore in season 6. Chloé's character cannot go back to what was and I don't expect her to but they can at the very least write her an actual goal as a villain Instead of just making Marinette the vain of her existence for no reason.

Didn't Chloe literally say in season 3 that she didn't care all that much about Marinette?

I find myself asking again.. What changed? 💀

Also am I supposed to believe that Marinette is so traumatized by Chloé's pranks and antics?.... but yet she gave her a miraculous??

Also didn't Marinette go to the pool place before In past episodes and have absolutely no panic attacks or issues at all?

Am I actually supposed to believe all of this? Because I don't. It doesn't sound believable and the writing sure as hell doesn't do it justice either.

Madre mía. I'd say more but I'm rambling at this point.

This episode was just basura. Some good interesting things and attempts, but mostly basura. For every step forward it took, it also took like five steps backwards.

Would I say it's the worst episode? Nah. It had redeeming qualities.

Unlike this time wasting pile of dog shit that I'm convinced whoever wrote it was fucking doing this :

[leiawritesstories]

Rowaelin sleepwalk and sleep talking prompt

hehehehe thank you for the prompt :D

word count: 805

warnings: language, otherwise none (?)

enjoy!!

Good Soup

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Rowan really couldn't explain why in the hell he'd awoken at three-thirty in the godsdamned morning, but here he was, half-awake for no apparent reason. Grumbling a string of oaths, he pushed himself out of bed and went to the bathroom, thinking that might have been why he needed to get up, but found himself still awake and still very much pissed about it when he rolled back into bed. Scowling, he rolled over, reaching towards his girlfriend, and momentarily stalled when his hand found empty sheets.

Where the fuck was Aelin?

He ran through the very short list of places she could possibly be--the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room--and quickly convinced himself that she'd probably woken up not long before he did and gone out to the other bathroom, not wanting to disturb him. Content with that explanation, he tucked the covers back up around himself and closed his eyes.

Only to sit straight up at the CLANG from the kitchen.

What the fuck was that?!

Grabbing the first heavy object he found incase he needed a defense mechanism, Rowan tiptoed down the hall to the kitchen, peeking into the darkened space to find--

He exploded into laughter at the sight.

For there was Aelin, oblivious to the world, drinking orange juice out of a saucepan.

That explained the clanging sound, then. She'd probably gone riffling through the pots and pans drawer.

Though he had absolutely no fucking idea how she was still asleep after all that noise.

Aelin had warned him when they moved in together that she had a history of occasional sleepwalking, usually just things like wandering into another room and ending up on the couch or the floor or (once, and she'd deny it) the kitchen table. So he wasn't surprised to see her in the kitchen; the surprise came from what she was doing.

Once, a few months ago, he'd found her standing in the living room with an open book, mumbling to herself in her sleep. She must have been dreaming something remarkably similar to what she was actually doing, because he really didn't know how else to explain how she seemed to be reading aloud. He'd gently shaken her awake, loosing a muted snicker at the way she blushed, chuckling at herself as she put the book away and let him carry her back to their bedroom.

Another time, maybe last month, he'd found her sitting at the desk in their home office, her laptop open in front of her with her fingers tapping on the keyboard as busily as ever, murmuring the story she was composing to herself as she typed. The part that really got him, though, was that she was actually writing, with the laptop on and a document open and coherent words flying across the page and everything.

Creepy, it was.

Never before, though, had he ever seen her eating or drinking in her sleep.

And he had no fucking idea how to react.

Aelin smacked her lips, setting the saucepan down on the stove. "Good soup," she declared, wiping off her mouth and turning around, heading out of the kitchen.

Only to run right smack into her boyfriend.

Which woke her right the hell up.

"Ro?" she whispered, blinking. "Wha--where'd I go this time?"

"Uh..." Not really sure how to address it, he placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her around. "The kitchen, babe."

She stared at the quiet kitchen, walking over to sniff the saucepan.

And groaning deeply, burying her face in her hands. "Fuck, Ro!"

He kissed the top of her head, soothing her. "I'll admit drinking orange juice in your sleep is new, Fireheart."

"Go ahead and laugh," she sighed dramatically. "I know you want to."

Rowan released his pent-up laughter, shoulders shaking with mirth. "Gods, Ae," he wheezed. "I thought there was a fuckin' burglar in our house or something, but nope! Just you."

"Jackass," she fake-grumbled, sticking out her lower lip in a theatrical pout. "Why the hell did I get a saucepan?"

"Only you will ever know," he chuckled. "Come on, Fireheart, it's four in the bloody morning, I want my sleep."

"You're a little diva," she snickered.

It was his turn to pout. "You're mean when you sleepwalk." Then a wicked grin curled across his face. "But I know what you said, and you don't."

Aelin's eyes narrowed. "Buzzard."

"Yes?" He made his face the portrait of innocence.

"What did I say?"

"Oh, just a little comment, nothing bad."

Before he could dodge her, she grabbed him by the waist of his boxers, pulling him to a halt. "What. Specifically. Did I say?"

Rowan tried his best to keep from guffawing. He really did.

Unfortunately for his efforts, the image of Aelin and her "good soup" was just too much.

~~~

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[nakimesbiwa]

Rivalry

After having the best time of your life both of you went to sleep.

"Ugh.." … "Iguro wake up.." (no answer) "This is embarrassing" (You had your leg over his. It looked like both of you were cuddling with each other, and he was holding you tight) "Omg..Please wait up" (Still no answer) "IGURO WAKE UP I HAVE TO MAKE BREAKFAST"

(Finally he woke up) ''W-wait what-h-'' "You're hugging me tightly" ''Oh..Sorry''

''WAIT WHAT'' (he quickly stopped hugging me jumped off of the bed, and started blushing)

"Aw" ''SHUT UP'' (Still blushing) "Def teasing you about this" ''SHUT UP PLEASE''

"Damn okay" (You got up and walked out. Going into the kitchen) ''stupid girls'' (walking out too) "Iguro.." ''What?'' … "We have no ingredients" ''Oh well..'' "Can we eat you're snake" (…) ''WHAT. THE. HELL? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?''

"I mean I'm hungry you're are too. Am I right?" ''That's true! But you can't just kill Kaburamaru!''

"But still…What are we going to eat" (..) ''I don't know..'' "Do you like sakura mochi?"

''I don't know I didn't try it before.'' "WELL YOU ARE NOW" ( you put the sakura mochi in his mouth) ''Hey W-'' (He eats it)

''You know what… It's too sugar in it.'' "For real." (If you're wondering Does he put his mask off? Well yes! He is comfortable with her to that point!)

"Can't we just ask Mitsuri to get us more food?" (He puts his hand on his face) ''Oh my god''

''We can't she locked the door'' (really?) "We have crow dumbass." '' I hope you die in a fire.'' "Same for you!" (You write a letter to Mitsuri and give it to your crow)

"Now we just wait." ''Omg with you'' "Yes." (..) "Do you know about the t-"

''SHUT UP''

(Going back to Mitsuri) !Hmm?! (..) !Oh, food!! don't worry I got it!

(Doors rings and, Mitsuri opens the door) !HII! "Hello, Mitsuri" ''Hi''

!OKAY. Here's the food! (She gives them food and, ingredients) !Here! "Oh, Mitsuri an hour age igur-" ''SHUT UP IT'S IN THE PAST'' "The past hour…" ''It's okay Mitsuri! It's nothing.'' !Okay, I will take my leave now! (Mitsuri leaves)

''Why did you almost rat me out?'' "Just because" ''That's not an answer'' "I know" "I bet you liked it too!" ''Yes but-''

"YOU SAID YES?" ''NO, I DIDN'T!'' "Sure…" ''SHUT UP AND LET'S EAT.'' (After eating your lunch Yep time passes fast)

"Gooder than your cooking" ''YOU EAT IT OH MY FUCKING GOD'' "Shut up"

(You stand up and walk back to the shared room ) ''Where are you going'' "Back to the room duh. Are you going to join me?" ''Yea''

(In the room Your sleeping by the way!)

''You look cute when you sleep'' (he said quietly) ''What am i saaying..''

(He looks at you for a while ) ''One kiss wouldn't hurt, right?'' (He kisses you on the forehead softly) (..) (You wake up) "Hmm?" "Why are you looking at me like that?" ''Oh, nothing'' "Okay?" (You think nothing of it and get up) "How many more DAYS do we have in here?" ''1 more day calm down please'' "I'm not"

"WAIT WHERE'S KABURAMARU?" ''I DON'T KNOW.'' "YOU'RE THE OWNER!?" (You hear hissing)

"WHERE I- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" ''KABURAMARU!'' "GET HIM OUT OF MY CHEST!" ''WHAT- W-WHY?'' "WELL IT'S YOU'RE PET OR FRIEND!" "OMG PLEASE JUST THIS ONCE"

''O-OKAY -T-THEN…'' ''UGH..'' (He tries to get Kaburamaru) ''Omg, he's too deep I'm sorry…'' "My point still stands" ''you're horny'' "no I'm not IM NOT TOUCHING THAT SNAKE!" ''Do you have a bra on'' "yes" ''okay open ur shirt'' " WHA-Okay then.."

(You unbutton your shirt. He blushes along with you too) ''THERE'' "You have a dirty snake…I know where he gets it from…" ''H-HEY I'M NOT DIRTY PUT YOU'RE BUTTONS BACK ON YOU FREAK!'' "Oh, I forgot.." (Putting back your buttons on you hear something…) "Hey, iguro do you hear something?" ''Oh, you heard it too? You can call me Obanai''

"YEA, BUT WHY ARE YOU MAKING IT SEEM CREEPY?!" ''I DON'T KNOW OKAY''

"Changing the mood I swear we were just making out on the bed" (He blushes) ''WHAT WE WERE NOT?'' "Okay~" ''STOP TEASING ME AND LET'S GO FIND OUT THAT THE SOUND WAS COMING FROM.'' "Damn okay." (Walking out and looking everywhere) Mitsuri you almost got us!(If you forgot that's Shinobu)! Sorry, it's just I WANT TO PUNCH HIM THAT THAT!

And you want to be y/n right? !Yes! ^ Why am i here^ (Sanemi says) Just beacause~!

(Meanwhile) "Maybe that closet?" (You point to it) ''Yea'' (You open the closet and see Shinobu, Sanemi, and Mitsuri)!Hi?! "MITSURI?" ''WHAT'' Uhm.. ^I told you BOTH that this was a stupid idea^ ''He-'' !But I have my evidence THANK YOU! (Mitsuri following Shinobu Sanemi running off and leaving the door open)

"FREEDOM!" ( You take Obanai's hand and get out of the house ) ''HEY-''

"WE NEED TO GO KNOW OBANAI THEY KNOW" ''OH MY GOD"

(You get to the headquarters ) !HEY GUYS! "NO MITSURI DON'T!" ''YEA!''

!OH BUT Y/N AND-! ( You jump on her shoulder moving her head around ) !HEY STOP Y/N-!

"DON'T DO THIS" ''OMG..Y/N SOP'' (Obanai gets you off of Mitsuri shoulder holding you and putting you down slowly)

"UGHH!" ''STOP'' !Anyways Look! (She put the camera on the floor making everyone look down at it) "OBANAI YOU SIMPING ASS BITCH." ''We have to'' "Oh, my god."

He's lucky. "WHAT" "OH MY GOD" I mean me too. "This is embarrassing…"

!Y/N WHY? WHY DIDN'T YOU GET THE SNAKE?! "Snake are wet that's what I THOUGHT…"

I want to touch her- ^ I'm going to beat you're ass.^ What i just want to touch her hair… ^I'm still going to do it^ . . . .

Hmm..Y/n in her horny era? "SHINOBU OH MY GOD" I'm just saying !BRA RIGHT Y/N WHY!

"I DON'T LIKE SNAKES THAT MUCH LEAVE ME ALONE" !NEVER!!

"UGH!" ''So much is going on…''

''And I thought that would be Mitsuri and it was y/n…Man, I need to stop daydreaming.''

[silverpelt3600]

Halo 2x8 Spoilers!

It is time. It took me a WEEK to find the time to watch this goddamn finale.

Y’all know the drill, this is just stream of consciousness as I watch the episode. Whether it’s coherent or not, either way I’m losing my mind likely!

- pre-episode recap editing goes CRAZZYYY

- okay first scene who is he talking to I’m lost already

- the microscope view was so confusing for a second LMAO. Also this Jeanine girl is literally losing it.

- ALRIGHT YEAH SHE KILLED SOMEONE LMAO. Crazy virus thing? Also the happy music is killing me lol.

- Kai and her team yay! KAI AND HER TEAM OH GOD. Casual explosion that fucks it all up.

- “Master Chief, I speak for the entire UNSC when I say how happy I am to see you back with us” THIS BITCH.

- OOOHHH YEAH JOHN YOU HANG UP ON HER

- OOH. THATS NASTY WHAT JUST CRAWLED OUT OF JANINES MOUTH.

- fuck I feel so bad for John. Totally torn, and the admiral’s little comment of “there’s nothing anyone can do for them” is just the cherry on top. She pisses me off so much lol

- “you have no idea what I can do” FUCK YEAHHHHHH. THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUTT, YOU KNOW I LOVE THAT SHIT.

- Cortana my beloved really hoping she’s okay

- Lmao Kai “you ever fire a plasma rifle? You never forget your first”

- NOOO PEREZ

- “What the hell is that?” THAT MY BOYYYYYYY YEAHHHHHH

- THE SLOMO WALK I’m crushing so hard

- oh god the people frozen in the hallways is so creepy…

- OH GOD WHAT THE FUCK THATS SO GROSS FUCKIN TUMOR ARM. THE GUARD TOO? Oh for fucks sake this is nasty

- FOR FUCKS SAKE pulling the Halsey card is wild.

- ooh she’s helping him now. AND AGAIN WHO THE HELL IS HE TALKING TO.

- “you wouldn’t understand. She knows me” what if I cried. What if I started sobbing.

- OUR GIRL SHES IN THE SYSTEMS.

- “You don’t know everything” WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING SINCE WHEN COULD HE DO THAT. Is it because of the artifact’s in the ship?

- holy shit he’s on the Halo. And THE MUSIC. AND CORTANA MY BELOVED.

- “so nice to have you back” I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

- “do you think it’s been waiting all that time? For you?” Alright y’all are gonna stress me out there’s too much to comprehend.

- Holy shit Kai’s crazy. “How hard could it be” well YEAH but come on. “This is gonna hurt”. NO SHIT. Jesus Christ I can’t handle this much emotional strain.

- Alright SHITS HITTING THE FAN IN COMMAND. Oop but that solves the Admiral problem!

- EUGHH THERES SO MANY. Hold up. Hold the fuck UP. Kwan is having a moment. The “Cohesion” needs to FUCK OFF.

- oh fuck. OH FUCK HALSEY HAS IT.

- GIRLY WHAT ARE YOU DOING GODDAMNIT. Ohhh. I see now. Goddamnit.

- OOOH SHIT CRAZY DUEL TIME NOW. Damn John getting his shit rocked before GETTING BACK UP LIKE A BADASS. “We’re not done” DAMN RIGHT!

- oh damn now I feel sad for the covenant homie.

- yooo okay cryofeezing Halsey that’s an idea.

- KAI. BABY GIRL OH MY GOD PLEASE BE ALRIGHT.

- “that can’t be good” well yeah if I saw several spires shoot out of mountains I’d be pretty worried too.

- Again talking to this guy? And he apparently also talks to Makee? YOO WHAT THE FUCK ITS A LITTLE ROBOT????? And the crack in his visor! I’m so confused now have those conversations been in a different time or in John’s conscience or what??

- And then the episode ends, and with it so goes my sanity.

Alright y’all, end of the season! One hell of an episode fr. Without a doubt season 2 has been a fantastic season, developing so much of this storyline in a profound way. The finale sets up for a lot to be handled in Season 3, so here’s to hoping they get the green light to make it.

John has absolutely become a favorite character of mine, and this season has only reinforced that. So much of my emotions while watching have been in empathy for John, which makes these episodes land so much harder.

And shoutout everyone who’s stuck around just for these little posts I make. I started making them just for fun but I kept up with it since y’all seemed to like it, which is cool because now I have a little catalogue of what I was thinking during the episodes that I can look at in the future. And FOR THE RECORD I’m not gonna disappear until season 3 comes out. I still need to get caught up on the storyline in the games lol.

Alright that about sums everything up I think.

*bows to an applause while a single spotlight shines on me and flowers are thrown onto the stage.*

[ifonlywehadtalked]

Okie okie okie so I was surfing around Pinterest cause I was bored as hell and I came across one of those like "Americana Regional Gothic" posts or whatever and it got me thinking about like, not quite cryptid states but them interacting with the things that make their regions weird idk just here give me a mo'.

Back roads, Louisiana. It's nearing sunset and shadows are getting long, luckily it ain't nearly as hot as the weatherman said it was gonna be but it's muggier than shit so you ain't thanking nobody yet. You're under the hood of your car cause the old girl decided now, in the middle of nowhere with a trunk full of groceries and three of your friends, that's the time to become your problem. One the shadows closest to you elongates.

"Wouldn'tve had this fucking problem if youse hadn't demanded we take this piece of shit clunker, Loui."

You huff, not even bothering look up at New York. "My state, my car, couyon. Y'all call Bama yet? Much longer out here in this heat-" You turn your head to the overly tall bastard and it ain't the jacket (He's still wearing that?) that catches your attention but the figures down the slope of the embankment. Two people standing right where swamp meets gravel, smiling up at you and your group. "York, get in the car."

"Fuckin wha-"

You slam the hood down. "Get in the goddamn car York!" That surprises him, you can see it in the way he goes stiff, and nods before heading for the passenger side. You hate being short with people, but with the sun setting fast, you ain't got much time to explain.

Okay, I've decided that this is getting too long and I'm just gonna write a little drabble and post it soon. But!! The idea stands!!! Tell me what y'all think, I would love to hear y'all's thoughts on this and states interacting with creepy atmospheres. I'm sorry it's in 2nd person and I'll be back with more. That's a threat.

[azularedemptionarcwhen]

Snippet from Azuki cheerleading AU fic

I was going to scrap this fic altogether, but figured I'd at least post one mostly finished scene from it. Enjoy an Azuki breakup? 🤷‍♀️

Unbetaed, unmoisterized, directly from Google Docs, not thriving, etc.

Suki raised the giant sun-shaped door-knocker and let it clang back against the door. Then she prepared to bolt.

There was at least a 25% chance that Azura's creep aunts were at home and not out doing whatever creepy aunts do (or worse - at least a 10% chance that Ozai was home and would actually answer the door himself) Unless she could bolt before they saw her face, there was a good chance Suki would soon be talking to a sheriff’s deputy about a trespassing charge.

That hedge lining the public street at least looked climbable.

Thankfully, it was Azula who answered the door. She had already from her cheer uniform into a sharp, put-together outfit that probably technically qualified as loungewear. As soon as she saw Suki, she began to close the door.

Suki stuck her foot in the door jam, “We need to talk.”

“As lovely as that would be,” sighed Azula. “My father is home and will not be thrilled to have a visitor.”

The like you at the end was not said, but they both heard it.

But Suki did not come all the way here to have Azula get away with the scary-dad card. “Is that an excuse or a threat?”

“Neither,” Azula said, “It’s probably a warning, but I don’t really care how you see it.”

“Then I guess I’ll just wait for him to go to bed.”

Azula rolled her eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic, Suki. If you want to talk so badly, then fine. Come around to the maid’s entrance. The extra key is in the flower pot. Go up the stairs next to the elevator and into the third door on your left.”

"Maid's entrance? Wha-"

Instead of being helpful, Azula kicked Suki's shoe out of the way and slammed the door in her face, leaving her alone to find whatever the hell a maid's entrance was.

--

“Who was that?” her father asked.

“Solicitor. I handled it.”

Ozai looked at her with narrowed eyes. “Did you now? You really should let Wen take care of that.”

Azula bowed slightly and retreated to the stairs. Her father’s frown followed her up.

--

Having traversed the stairs next to the elevator (what the hell?) and navigated the creepy dark hallway Suki closed the bedroom door behind her with a click. The first thing she noticed is that the room was definitely Azula’s. It was lavishly decorated in crimson and gold colors, with her many trophies and ribbons on proud display.

But it also seemed like a strange and clinical room. Almost too neat and precise, like a bedroom out of a magazine. Suki couldn't help but think back to Azula’s unofficial guest bedroom at her uncle’s house, cluttered with giant books and featuring old second-hand furniture in softer blue tones.

But she wasn't here to admire the decor.

Suki turned to face the bedroom’s owner, who was sitting on a giant four-poster bed in the middle of the room.

Azula, unsurprisingly, looked bored and vaguely irritated. “As much as I enjoy all of these dramatics, what is so important that you couldn’t just wait to talk to me at school?”

“You know what I want to talk about,” Suki said.

"Oh, do I?" Azula "Please do enlighten me."

“Fine: What the fuck is your problem?” 

Azula raised one perfect eyebrow, the picture of composed unconcern. “Problem?”

“Yes, problem,” Suki said, imitating Azula’s obnoxiously cool tone. “What the hell was all of that today - are you trying to make everybody you know hate you? Because you’re doing a pretty fucking great job at it.”

“Oh my – language!” Now both eyebrows were up, and there was a true flash of mirth in Azula's golden eyes. She stood and walked towards Suki until she was uncomfortably in her space, leaning down. “That kind of language is not very becoming of a cheerl-“

Suki shoved her back, and Azula stumbled, having the nerve to look startled by Suki’s reaction. But the other girl just glared at her. “FUCK the cheer squad. Fuck you and all your little friends – I am out. Officially. Right the fuck now.”

Azula stared at her. “Suki. It was a joke.”

“Sure,” Suki spat. “A joke. And what you said the other night to your uncle – was that a joke too? Is that all this has been for you – a fucking joke?”

 “The other night-“ Azula’s mouth twitched, and her cheeks turned a shade paler “What-“

“What? Are you going to deny it?”

“You-" She was even paler now. "You were listening? You had no right to-“ 

“To what? Hear you talk shit about me? To hear you say that this was a mistake?”

“You-How much…did you hear?” Azula asked with gritted teeth, folding her hands into tight fists and glaring at Suki.

Suki glared right back: “I heard enough. So I’m out. No more cheerleading. No more us – I am done.” Azula opened her mouth to say something to that, but Suki wouldn’t let her: “If you want to fuck people around with your little mind games, go crazy. Be a dick to your brother, terrify the whole school, lie cheat and steal your way to a million more trophies – I don’t give a shit. But leave me out of it.”

Azula’s golden eyes, mirthful just a few minutes before, now shown with cold fury. If Suki had been in any state to care, she would have noticed that the cool and collected regional debate champion was now shaking from head to toe. “Fine.” Azula said. “Fine. If that’s how you want to end it. It's over. I'll leave you out of it. Now get out of my fucking house.”

Suki didn’t need to be told twice. She turned on her heel and headed to the door. But before she opened it, she muttered one last barb, hoping to hit right where it hurt most. “Good luck at state – you’re going to need it.”

“Well, fuck you too!” Azula shouted behind her, sounding strained and a little hysterical. “Get out of my house! I should have known better than to ever talk to a bitchy little sl-“ 

Suki slammed the door behind her, strode straight down the stairs past a startled-looking Zuko (what the hell was he doing there?) and didn’t look back.

[may-tine]

Someone who has never watched TMNT Rise reacts to the movie

@gauntletknight​ this is for you

so the last tmnt anything i watched was the 1990 live action film and the 2003 cartoon, when i was like 7? so we are off to a great start, but lets get into it

hey what, why are we in hell

okay wow Casey is here already i remember him

hey MIKEY??? WHAT im sorry does leo have a metal arm?

are we opening with time travel WHAT

WHY IS CASEY JONES FROM THE FUTURE.WASNT HE JUST SOME PUNK FROM NEW YORK?

I just watched a man die.

things keep happening and i cant put my thoughts down- oh i JUST WATCHED ANOTHER MAN DIE

alright pausing for half a sec to get thoughts down, this is a wild opening, tho i guess for a movie you need some higher stakes then a normal show. Im pretty sure the normal show is more classic turtle hijinks. aight back to it

actaully whats the krang? was that in the original? Are we going to see shredder?

oop yep classic teenage turtle hijinks

now i dont remember much but i remember Donnie and Leo being kinda hard to distinguish personality wise. Im glad they put some further characterization on them both

Mikey is somehow more childish?  but like in a babyish way

oh yeah Raph is the leader this time around.

okay so the magic thing is already established in the show, and Shredder has been dealt with?

oh buddy

WHO THE FUCK ARE THESE RANDOS?

I think Donnie was always tech but was he always THIS tech? Damn son

music is super funky

Eyy foot clan! wait these are shredders guys arnt they?

Raph is still mostly angry but hes like, softer. and WHY IS LEO BEING SUCH AN ASS! is he always like this?

Rat dad! We Love splinter

this version of casey is so weird compared to what im used too, i dont hate him tho

yoo wait thats April? APRIL STEALS?

Yo  have they been training her as a ninja as well? good for her- APRIL DONT STEAL RANDOM CHEMICALS

Oh this is begging to go wron- yep

this entire interrogation scene is amazing

Okay i do adore this casey

shit is it really like, too late, too late?

god this krang thing is heking creepy why are they blocks

OH THE MAGICS OFF, right after i noticed April had magic too

oof Splinters out cold

Do they have a pod for casey? ok yeah- oh leo no

wha

hey waat the fucK? RAPH?

oh god the you survived banner is about to NOT be funny

nooo hes turning on casey

oh god the powers are still gone

Raph isnt captured... is he?

COMMANDER?

oh he is captured, kinda surprised there

ah hostage situation got it- HEY WHAT THEY FUCKKKKK

AHHHHH?????? bye foot clan

same mikey

AHHHHH HIVE MIND

oh caseys about to ruin the mood

or hype them up

oh no reveals are being delayed

GOD  this is horrifying isnt this a kids show?

HEY LEO I THINK THEY SAW YOU COMING!

APRIL HAS A MOTORCYCLE YESSSS (did she have that orginally? maybe?)

Im worried how single minded Leo is getting about this, but at the same time, i get it.

THEY POSSESSED A TRAIN???

SOFT SHELL? oh your kidding

Oh god dont possess the tank

APRIL NO- oh, april yess

Ive never been so scared of a train in my life

WHY IS THIS A STRAIGHT UP HORROR????

WHY DID SHE STEAL SO MANY????

Casey with the call out!- oh not like that kiddo no

yep like cops will do anything- WHY ARE THEY GOOP LIKE THAT, Its too fleshy my guy.

Casey what was that smirk?  Did you do this on purpose?

Mickey with the mystic hands stuff worries me cuase is LITERALLY KILLED HIM

oh the triangulation scene ive seen this

oh no

oh raph is not going to be raph once hes out of there is he

AH I HATE BEING RIGHT

WAIT I THINK I SAW FANART OF THIS EARLIER TODAY I THOUGHT IT WAS SOME AU

WE ARE HITTING FINAL HOUR SHIT AND ITS ONLY HALF WAY THROUGH THE MOVIE????

god krang raph is so spooky

HEEY FAM? HEY TMNT FANS??? ARE YOU GUYS GOOD??? i was not expecting such levels of cosmic horror 

wait why does a turtle have eyebrows?

god the krang possessed tech is the worst, horrific,OH GOD WHAT IF THE TURTLE TANK.

shout out to Donnie having a step counter, same buddy.

i do enjoy the art style

oh why he sound like that

god the animation on krang raph is upsetting

I do adore this mikey as well, i was thinking i wouldnt liked this take on ‘immature’ but hes growing on me

OH NOOO DOnnie no dont do it oh god the goop

guys WTF

GUYS WTF

I DONT LIKE DONNIE IN THERE

AHH THAT EYE

WTFWTFWTFWTF

Hello?? am i about to cry over turtles??

MYSTIC POWERS!!!!!! What about the power cancel?

oh yeah B team. Love that Aprils first idea is dropping a building on somthing

AHHH THATSD A BEAM THROUGH AN EYE AAA, like its an alien but ye

YOOOO MIKEYYYY JUST THROWS A BUILDING

Oh this is so sick

yeee the anti power stuff or not? they still work?

Leo damn it dont do the self sacrificial shit YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT SCREWED YOU UP WHEN RAPH DID IT

hot moment to appreciate the Krang mechs, great monster designs

HAHA PORTAL FUCKERY

Casey my boy ; _ ;

oh god it ended on a portal chop

whats he holdin- NOOOOOOO DONT DO THAT TO ME

ONE OF THEM IS STILL ALIVE AHHH

MIKEY NO DONT HURT YOURSELF

HES CRACKING- THEY ALL ARE AHH

WAIT THIS IS GONNA LET KRANG BACK IN

QUICK SAVE YEAAAAA

ive only been to new york once whats wrong with Staten island

Casey gets pizza!!!

WHo the hek is Cassandra- UH OH

oh this ending song is a banger

WELL That was a lot of fun and SUPER DARK WHAT. At least I get the hype now. I dont know if ill start the actual series but I will be rooting for a s3 for all the fans