#at least the Shadows know 🎶

[shadowsxgwynriel]

Azriel: You’re telling me that you have a mate?

Bryce: Yes.

Azriel: And you also have a mate?

Aelin: Yep.

Azriel:

*Meanwhile*

The Shadows:

[cillianmesoftlyyy]

I Can Fix That... | Dr. Jonathan Crane x fem!reader

Summary| She's the detective assigned to investigate one of Gotham's top villains, Falcone, but as she follows her leads, she uncovers a new suspect: Dr. Jonathan Crane. His charisma and good looks won't stand in the way of justice, or at least that's what she thinks.

Warnings| Mentions of self-harm in the beginning in accordance to the movie (Batman Begins 2005). Not explicitly discussed but implied sexist and misogynistic work environment. Some archaic language when discussing psychiatric hospitals bc I tried to follow the language that the movie used. Violence with needles, drugging someone. Gun is mentioned but not used. Knife is mentioned a lot but never used to inflict pain. Smut, dubious consent, unprotected sex, restraints.

word count: 6757k (long-ass story bc I didn't want to make separate posts)

Song for a Guilty Sadist- Crywank 🎶

Butch 4 Butch- Rio Romeo 🎵

IFHY (feat. Pharrell)- Tyler, The Creator 🎶

Please read warnings before continuing, thanks <3

i 

She had been following him for weeks, stealing into the shadows at every turn as Jonathan Crane walked through Gotham City’s Police Station. She’d been suspicious of him for months and with the men in the police force finally working up the nerve to investigate Gothem’s leading henchman, Falcone, she’d uncovered a theory that pointed simultaneously at the notorious psychiatrist. Of course, the men in her force had refused to believe her, reminding her of Crane’s long history with the department and work to establish Gothem’s Psychiatric Hospital for the Criminally Insane: Arkham Asylum. But the real reason why Crane had never been investigated was because of his status in the department of justice, and it didn’t hurt that the man was charismatic. He knew how to work the system to get what he wanted. 

Jonathan Crane had a reputation of declaring criminals insane after mere minutes of deliberation, especially those who happened to work with or for Falcone. She’d been in charge of carrying out Falcone’s case and taking him to trial as a detective for the prosecution. After being put in jail, Falcone had managed to slash his wrists just enough to draw attention and a little bit of blood. He was immediately flagged for psychiatric evaluation, bringing Jonathan Crane once again into the basement interrogation rooms to administer an interview. When he clamored down the steps onto the basement floor, she was waiting for him by the door into Falcone’s interrogation room.  

“Dr. Crane,” she greeted him with a smile, drawing every ounce of her long lost theater-kid days into play. 

“Miss —,” he remembered her name and shook her hand with a serious glint in his blue eyes, covered by harsh rectangular glasses. His handshake was firm and strong, and he made eye contact that still shook her even after speaking with him so many times before. She didn’t let it show, however, and nodded towards the door. 

“He cut his wrists last night during the changing of the guard but we don’t know how he even got access to the weapon that he used; and I’ve spoken with him numerous time since we processed him and he’s never given me any reason to suspect that he was mentally unstable, but of course, you are the professional. It’s better that he be evaluated anyway-”

“In case anything were to happen,” he finished for me and clenched his jaw. He gave a curt nod of his head and went inside, shutting the door behind him and drawing the blinds on the door closed. She scoffed quietly beneath her breath and clenched her fists. Don’t be fooled by his good looks or superior smile, she told herself, Jonathan Crane was capable of things that she didn’t know of yet. He was not someone to admire, he was someone to distrust. 

After only ten minutes of quiet murmuring, she could hear clear and blood curdling screams through the door. She knocked on the door, “Dr. Crane?” She called through the door but it opened in her face before she could do anything. He stood in the doorway, his dark hair falling into his pale, angular face. 

“He’s definitely what I would classify as mentally unstable,” he chuckled calmly as he side-stepped her and closed the door. He ran a hand through his hair and fixed the glasses perched on his nose. “I can’t treat him here, I’ll need to move him to Arkham.” 

“Are you sure?” She asked, more surprised than anything. He had started to walk down the hallway to the stairs when he turned around, stopping right in front of her face, his breath fanned across her face. 

“Are you questioning my diagnosis, detective?” He smirked, an underlying tone of warning below his wide-lipped smile. His blue eyes were unwavering as he studied her face, she swallowed to steady herself. 

“No, sir. Of course not.” She apologized and crossed her arms across her chest, ducking her head nervously. When she looked back up, his eyebrow was cocked. 

“Do I make you nervous, detective?” He smiled and she could tell he was setting a trap, attempting to make himself more likable, more trusting. As if he could be anything of the sort. She laughed lightly and met his eyes, holding his eye-contact defiantly. 

“No, sir.” She answered and he nodded. 

“Good day, Miss —.” He called with his back turned, walking to the stairs and climbing them quickly. She watched him leave and finally released a sigh of relief. There was something about him that unsettled her, but it was something that also attracted her with a devious strength, ripping factual and independent reasoning from her head. 

She had started following him when one of Falcone’s men had been moved to Arkham two weeks before. She switched her assignment for the day to escort the man to Arkham, getting a chance to see the asylum for herself. It was a large gothic building with a modern facade in the center of Gotham. The attendants at the door led the prisoner (or patient now) through the heavily guarded door into the hospital’s main ward that was closed to visitors. Even police or other officials had to obtain a special license that granted them clearance into the institution. The second time she’d stepped inside, she was following a few yards behind Crane, studying how he actually entered the building. They had a separate entrance for the asylum’s psychiatrists at the side of the building by the alley. She waited a few minutes for Crane to enter the building before she approached the guard stationed at the door and flashed her badge. He’d allowed her in but warned that he’d lose his job if he did it again. The next time she followed him, she would need a new method of entering the building, one that didn’t alert Crane that she was in the building in case he got suspicious. When she entered it was easier to blend in so she followed the maze of hallways until she reached a small hub with arrows guiding attendants to the different wards of the hospital. Dr. Crane’s office was included in the psychiatrist ward (funny they had their own ward). 

The psychiatrists each had their own labs, whether or not they used them was their own business, but she knew for sure that Crane used his but for what, she didn’t know. Walking down the hallway to his office, she peeked inside the wide panel of glass into his lab. He had one assistant who was copying his notes into a binder for Crane but quickly left when Crane shooed him away from the set of beakers and vials of powders he was working with. She flattened herself against the wall and pretended to answer a call on her phone as the assistant passed her in the hallway. She hurried to leave the institute, leaving through the same door she entered, thanking the security guard discreetly. 

This time as she watched Crane climb the stairs, she pulled aside a police officer and explained Falcone’s transfer. The officer nodded and left to initiate the transfer to Arkham, Falcone’s hysterical screams still audible through the thick steel door. Crane tugged at the starched collar of his shirt as he crossed the lobby of the police station, sighing in relief. Falcone had tried to corner him. Him! Falcone may have been powerful but he was stupid and Crane didn’t have patience for stupidity especially from someone who was supposed to be a criminal mastermind. News flash: he wasn’t. Falcone was sloppy and arrogant, he didn’t take his own threats seriously. He’d threatened to tell the police about Crane’s experimental drug concoctions but in reality, he still didn’t know the full extent of what Crane was planning to do to Gotham. 

“You don’t know anything,” Crane said pointedly, tired of Falcone’s attitude. 

“I know that half of the drugs we moved belong to you and the police still don’t know what they are or what they can do.” Falcone scratched his greasy nose. Crane almost laughed. He removed his glasses and sighed, reaching into his open briefcase. 

As soon as the words, “would you like to see my mask,” left his mouth, Falcone was done for. The only thing that had inspired a shred of panic for Crane was hearing the girl’s voice through the steel door, calling his name. He expected her to open the door and see his mask, and while he had an explanation that a normal officer would believe, he knew that she was different. He didn’t trust her but something about her made him laugh. She was good looking and smart but too invested in his work and he didn’t like that. He’d have to keep an eye on the young detective, Miss —. In fact, he’d like to strap her down… hide her away in his asylum and play with her head like he did with his other playthings - - - oops - - - patients. Same thing.

ii 

She pretended that her plan was straightforward, it was the only way that she could convince herself to go through with it. No one else in her department would have had the balls to sneak into the asylum where once you went in, you may not be able to leave, that is- if Dr. Crane diagnosed you accordingly. She left a note on her desk in her office, explaining where she was going and the evidence she had already collected. Photos, “destroyed” medical records, and recent missing shipments from cargo ships including one micro-wave machine meant for warfare. She made copies of everything and hid them away in a special box directed to the only person she really trusted in her department, Sgt. Gordon. Even if someone dumped the notes on her desk, Sgt. Gordon would find the box of evidence, she knew. Falcone had been transferred the day before and was nearing his second night in the institution, now was her time to investigate what he was planning to do to him and why. 

She stashed a small knife at her thigh, having learned that a woman had to carry multiple weapons in this city if she wanted to protect herself, which unfortunately, happened often. She checked her weapon and put it in her holster at the small of her back. She was wearing a gray quarter length top tucked into a black skirt. She pulled on her straight black leather coat and closed the door to her office, locking the door. She knew that Crane would be in his office, he almost never went home, and with Falcone there and at risk to disclose sensitive information, he would be sure to stay close by. 

The sun had already set hours before when she approached Arkham Asylum. Each window was bright with light but it didn’t make the building any more welcoming. She shivered as she approached the side door, seeing a different security guard at the door. He stood when she approached, not recognizing her.  

“Stand down, officer. I’m detective — on police business,” she showed him her badge.

“You’ll have to check in at the front, detective.” The officer sat back down with a nod. 

“My business here is strictly confidential; Dr. Crane said I could enter in this way.” She pointed at the side door and the officer looked nervously at her. He reached for his walkie-talkie. 

“I’m here about Falcone. I am the detective assigned to his case, he was transferred here two days ago. I’m supposed to meet with Dr. Crane about some of the things Falcone has said during his initial treatment. Because of the sensitivity of Falcone’s case in the department, as I’m sure you know, the department has asked that we keep this confidential. No one inside can know that I was here to meet about Falcone. We haven’t told the public yet that he’s been transferred here. Your compliance is necessary for this.” She lied out of her ass but the officer nodded slowly when she finished, his eyes widening at the mention of Falcone’s name. 

“Oh, of course. I’m sorry for delaying you. It’s just business.” 

“I understand completely, thank you officer.” She smiled kindly as the officer scanned her in. Once she was inside she hid her police badge and followed the path she had scouted days before, following the black arrows to the psychiatrist ward (again, funny that they had their own ward- almost as if they were patients themselves). Her black mary janes squeaked quietly as she finally turned onto the hallway where Dr. Crane’s office was located. A row of fluorescent bulbs flickered ominously and she rolled her eyes, silently cursing the asylum for its additional eeriness. His lab was empty and dark and his office was empty though the lights were still on. An assistant passed her, coming from a different lab with a pile of boxes in her arms. 

“Excuse me, do you know where Dr. Crane is right now?” She asked the assistant who shuffled the boxes in her arms to answer. 

“I saw him in the ward with the new transfer patients just before I picked these up, so he’s probably about to start a sit-down with a patient. Do you have an appointment with him?” She asked curiously, knowing it was too late for a business meeting. 

“No, I work in the office and I was going to request a few files to finish a transfer of a patient but it seems that he’s busy. I’ll try tomorrow morning. Thank you!” She smiled and the assistant nodded. 

“Have a nice night,” the assistant hurried off down the corridor into the hub. She wasted no time in checking the door to Crane’s office which was miraculously unlocked. She hurried inside and closed the door, making sure that she left everything as she had found it. The door to the lab was located inside Crane’s office, so she entered the lab through the office. The blinds were closed to the outside so she opened the flashlight on her phone and scanned the dark lab tables for the powders she had seen before. The room smelled heavily of chemicals and cleaning solution and it was hard to breathe normally already because she was nervous. The first table was empty of anything but the second was set up for what looked to be his next round of testing. A box that looked like a closed mouse trap was set up on the table. There was a single switch on the top of the box which she knew better than to turn but she examined it nonetheless, hoping to see what it may contain. A tray of petri dishes full of powder sat beside it. Each was marked with a different series of numbers and letters, denoting their different status, she assumed. She recognized the series on one of the dishes: F7jw009. The number had appeared on the list of drugs recovered from Falcone’s drug transport. It was one that hadn’t yet been tested to see what it was composed of. She didn’t recognize the two other dishes but she assumed the powder and the mousetrap device were used for the same thing.

There was a small bookcase attached to the base of the lab table and she crouched, scanning the spines. The books on the top, free of dust, were on phobias. A bound scientific paper on the chemical structure of fear sat on top of the textbooks. She picked it up and flipped through the pages, noticing strokes of pen and notes on many of the pages. In the centerfold of the paper, she saw a picture of a cartoon scarecrow, one from a halloween decoration. It looked like it had been ripped from a kid’s storybook. She stared at the picture, struggling to place where she had heard about a scarecrow before in the precinct… she flipped farther through the pages and landed on a second photo shoved between the pages. It was a drawing of a mask made of burlap. The mask resembled a scarecrow’s face, she furrowed her eyebrows, more uneasy. Finally, she flipped to the very end where she found a clear note detailing what Crane thought the synopsis of the paper had been: 

Fear can be constructed using a series of complex compounds and put into an admissible form. They have already invented serums that temporarily remove the presence of fear by blocking certain receptors in the brain that receive signals of distress or pain. By doing the very opposite, temporarily numbing the receptors that calm the nervous system when danger has been averted, fight or flight is heightened and the human mind is more susceptible to the suggestion of danger and terror. Fear merely needs to be suggested to elicit a response after the brain is prepped for the reaction. Fear can be weaponized. Building the compounds of fear into a powder, the drug can be administered immediately into the air and receive a simultaneous reaction. Pills? Water? How can we distribute this powder? What is the easiest way to administer fear to the entire population? 

iii 

The distinct click of a door opening and closing shocked her back to attention. She put the bound paper back onto the shelf and switched off the light on her phone. In the dark she scrambled into a hidden alcove inside the lab behind one of the hooded chemical boxes. She was pretty sure that the lab’s closet would be shared with the lab next door but she couldn’t remember which side of the room it was on. Dr. Crane had gone into his office and removed his suit jacket. He was too excited by Falcone’s reaction to his fear serum in powder form and he needed to get a handle on himself. It was nearly midnight when he checked his watch. Most of his colleagues would be gone by now, just the night staff remained to look after the patients. Night was the perfect time to work undisturbed in his lab, especially because his assistant couldn’t know the full extent of his research into the chemical compounds of human fear. He slipped his coat over the back of his desk chair and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows. 

He exhaled slowly and removed a stack of papers from his desk, flipping through them as he opened the door into his lab and kicked the door closed with the heel of his shoe. His elbow flicked on the lightswitch and he spread out the papers on the first lab table, seemingly absorbed by the chemical structures his assistant had prepared for him to review. He scribbled a note in red pen on the corner of the document, berating his assistant for his obvious mistake with one of the compound structures. What was this? High school chemistry class? He licked his thumb and turned the page, writing another note in the margin. 

“I know you’re here, Miss —.” He smiled, not looking up from his notes. He tossed the first set of pages further down the table and moved to the next one. “You and your perfume… I can always tell where you’ve been by your scent. I don’t think you’re naive enough to wear perfume in your field, especially when on your little jaunts into other people’s business. So, the lovely smell is from your shampoo, I venture. You use an expensive brand of shampoo because you think that your hair is your best attribute, and I agree, it's one of the best. Your job makes you feel dirty too, doesn’t it? This city makes you feel dirty and so you wash your hair every night with the same sulfate-free shampoo to get the smell of our city out of your system. Your shampoo smells like mint and you like it the best because it makes your head feel cleaner, tingly,” he laughed and moved to the next stack of stapled papers. “And that’s why you chose this job, a detective, because you feel like you’re cleaning up our streets; removing all of the bad blood of Gotham but it’s been a disappointment to say the least. The system is backwards, though you knew that from the beginning, you thought you could fix it. You want things to be right and I don’t blame you, so do I.” 

Dr. Crane finished writing a note on the last paper and capped the pen. He circled the table once before moving to the second table. 

“I’m cleaning the city in my own way, I guess you could say. This city needs a restart button, a way to begin everything again and start fresh. Fear can do that, fear can be controlled and it controls.” 

She could barely breathe, her back was pressed against the wall of his lab. She was scared and she knew that he knew. Fear was his thing, his kink and she anticipated the absolute worst as she waited out her fate, wondering how long it would take for him to find her or if she could manage to escape. 

“This machine can diffuse the compounded form of fear. I’ve used it on most of your suspects, all of them Faclone’s men. I even used it on Falcone himself. Oh, I wish you could have seen his face! The second the powder entered his system he abandoned the arrogant criminal persona, he reverted back to who he was at his very core. He was suddenly controllable and easy to manage. So you see how this could be used to clean up Gotham. It’s a way to seize back control of our city, take it away from the people who run it now; the sycophants and billionaires.” 

Crane pulled a needle from the drawer at his hip and flicked the glass tube. Her chest rose and fell in a state of panic. Dr. Crane leaned against the counter calmly. 

“That’s why you like me. I’m clean. I’m orderly and smart. I’m the opposite of the criminal justice system that reminds you of this dirty city. And, Y/N, that’s why I like you.”

She tensed at his use of her first name. She’d never heard him use it before and it sent a chill down her spine. She reached for her gun. Dr. Crane rounded the corner and stabbed the needle into her neck, pushing the tranquilizer into her bloodstream. She wobbled before slumping back against the wall. She managed to push past him and run for the office door but the drugs worked almost immediately and her legs began to go numb. She couldn’t feel anything below her waist and she worried that he would break her legs running without being able to feel which bones she was using to get away. She collapsed on the floor of the lab and looked up at Dr. Crane who smiled down at her, his hair disheveled. 

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he cooed and crouched at her feet, “I applaud you for your efforts. You may have succeeded had I not recognized the smell of your shampoo. I know you’ve been here before. You’re a smart girl but I won this game, and the victor gets the spoils. That’s how it works, Miss —.” He crawled over her and pulled the needle from her neck. She didn’t even feel it. Her hair that he loved so much was fanned out on the floor, falling in loose curls. He twirled a curl between his fingers and nodded approvingly. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll treat you with the utmost respect. Afterall, you are my colleague, of sorts,” he shrugged and stood up, straddling her. “It’s a pity that you became a detective. You would have done well in this bloodthirsty field because,” he disappeared for a moment and returned with a set of keys which he slipped into his front pocket, “you’re like me.” 

He pulled her up and put one of her arms around his shoulder, supporting the brunt of her weight that way. Though he was small and lanky, he was muscular and strong. He dragged her through the door in his lab that connected to a separate room that she hadn’t even noticed. He flipped the light switch with his elbow and sighed with pleasure when the room was lit up with light. 

“Here it is. This is where the real fun happens, Y/N. This is where I test my new treatments on our most psychotic patients. Falcone will be here soon, perhaps tomorrow once you and I finish our discussion.” The room was smaller than the lab and housed what looked like a mortuary slab. She tried to scream but her mouth was numb. He dragged her to the table and lifted her onto the flat surface. The numerous straps he buckled around her waist, her wrists, and her feet. When she was secured onto his table, he pushed a peddle at his foot which titled the table forward, propping her more upright. 

“Ah, and now I can finally see you,” Dr. Crane smiled and moved her hair so that it was caught behind her back. He straightened her hair against her chest, running his fingers through the strands. He moved a stool in front of the table and sat on it, his legs spread and his arms across against his chest. “Do I make you nervous now, detective?” He smirked and chuckled darkly when she couldn’t respond. “It will wear off soon. It’s one of those doses that act quickly but then wear off just as quickly. I wouldn’t do anything to you while you were in this state. What kind of man would I be if I did that?” 

He watched her for a few minutes, his bright blue eyes trailing up and down her body. She knew what that look meant from men. Her gun was so close and yet she knew she wouldn't be able to reach it even when she regained control over her body. While he waited, he arranged numerous tools and vials around the room, humming softly to himself. She could feel herself starting to get feeling back in her stomach as the blood recirculated from her heart. Her hands and her feet took the longest to twitch awake. She dropped her head from left to right, groaning in the absence of words. Dr. Crane came back and checked her pulse, pinching her wrist and counting the seconds on his watch. 

“Good girl, you’re coming back. Can you speak yet?” He supported her chin with his hand and when she didn’t answer he nodded. “That’s all right. You’re all right.” He soothed her and she couldn’t help but relax as his eyes checked over her. “Now, Miss —, where are your weapons?” He posed the question theoretically and touched her, she flinched beneath his hands. He felt around her waist and inside her jacket. “There aren’t many places to hide it.” He whispered and wrapped his hands around her waist, finding the gun at the small of her back. “Ah, here it is.” He smiled as he took the gun from its holster and tossed it onto a small lab table. “You have something else, don’t you. You’re smart so of course, you have a second weapon.”  He licked his lips, thinking but it didn’t take him long to trail his hands up her thighs, glancing up into her eyes as he did. Her skirt rose as he felt below it and soon, his fingers were on top of the knife’s handle. 

“What do we have here?” He lifted her skirt, showing the knife’s hiding place at the top of her thigh. “This is honestly almost funny so forgive me if I laugh.” He ripped the knife from the holster and she cried out as much as she could, terrified by his quick movement. He let her skirt fall back into place and twirled the knife in his hand, examining the small blade. “You’ve just made my night so much more interesting, Miss —.” He smirked darkly. 

iv 

She finally regained her ability to speak though her words were jumbled and hard to get out around her tongue.

“Use your words, honey.” Dr. Crane frowned frustratedly. 

“Please…” she managed, “don’t… hurt… me.” She pushed the words out and he listened carefully. 

“Oh but it’s so hard to resist when you so willingly came here and with your own weapons. Can you see how this might be hard for me?” He furrowed his brow as he spoke and she couldn’t tell what was sarcasm and what was real. 

“It was nothing personal… I had a job to do.” She whispered weakly and he cocked his head, his lips parted. 

“You know it's funny because Falcone’s men all said the same thing. I know you didn’t work with them… but I can make it look like you did.” He whispered close to her face and her chest clenched with fear. “I can do whatever I want, do you understand? I have the power to say that you checked yourself in and I evaluated you. I found you on the verge of a psychotic breakdown because we all know you were already prone to hysterics. But your office shouldn’t worry because I’ll be your psychiatrist. And so what if you happen to disappear- go missing? No one comes in here, except for you, and that was stupid.” 

“You might die tonight, detective. I’m sorry to say it because you are one of the most attractive women I have met in Gotham and I fear that you have ruined our chances of continuing this to a second date.” He studied the curvature of her clavicle as it dipped above her sternum. Not knowing what else to do, she kissed him. Dr. Crane stiffened as her lips met his. He pulled away, stopping short a few inches from her mouth.

“What are you doing?” He raised his eyebrow. 

“If I’m going to die, I might as well make the most of it,” she shrugged and kissed him again, her head leaning as far forward as she could reach. She hoped that she sounded truthful enough. He pulled away again and stared at her, his forehead creased as he watched her. She panted softly, straining against her restraints. Her cheeks were flushed and her chest had broken out into hives from the stress. Fear made her even more beautiful. Going against his better judgment, he leaned forward into her and kissed her hesitantly. Slowly, he began to kiss her more aggressively, his tongue dragging against the roof of her mouth before he captured her top lip in a deep kiss. Her hands instinctively went to reach for his hair but they snapped back against the table. He broke away, panting, and took a few steps back, resting his back against the wall. 

“I don’t trust you,” he put his hands on his hips, still holding the knife. 

“What can I do, Jonathan?” She tried using his first name and he raised an eyebrow again, “I can’t move, no one can hear me scream, you’re going to kill me… what reason is there left to trust me? So, either kiss me or go ahead and kill me.” She nearly cried, overwhelmed and terrified. Her plan had been to seduce him, to use most men’s fatal flaw against him, but she worried that it wouldn’t work with Dr. Jonathan Crane. In a way, she had planned for this. The evidence was back in her office waiting to be discovered. She hadn’t gotten a chance to take pictures of the lab but maybe depending on how far he went with this, she could get away. But God, even though she was terrified and held on a slab against her will, he was beautiful. He was looking at her with his aquamarine eyes, his black hair gelled and falling around his face. Even his glasses looked perfect on his face. 

“Jonathan…” she started with a shakily voice, “despite why I came today and what you’ve told me about what you want to do to Gotham, right now, more than anything, I want you to come here and kiss me because while I may hate you and you may be the cause of my death, I want you. Give me some comfort if you’re going to take everything away from me.” 

“Freud would have some things to say about you, Y/N.” He pushed his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose and studied the edge of the knife. “Your psychology is so interesting,” he flicked his eyes up to her’s and set the knife down on the table. “To study you…” he trailed off as he loosened his tie and ripped it from his neck. He approached her, standing far enough away that she couldn’t reach him with her mouth. She exhaled, waiting. “I almost studied anatomy,” he pushed a hand against her navel, holding her even more in place. 

“Why didn’t you?” She whispered. 

“I loved the human mind too much to abandon it,” he smiled and drew a hand up her thigh. Her muscles spasmed beneath his hand. He leaned in against her ear, “I know you’re scared of me,” he whispered calmly, “and isn’t that incredible? That you can be so afraid of something that you want so much?” His hand pulled down her underwear and it stretched between her open thighs, held apart by the restraints. His hand went further still, gently tracing the folds of her labia. She knew that she was wet and it embarrassed her, though she knew it helped confirm her story that she wanted him, he didn’t seem to care either way. His thumb rubbed her clit as he slowly inserted his middle finger into her, pushing past the initial resistance. She always hated fingering because it didn’t feel like how people pretended it did. That being said, she sighed as he gently inserted a second finger and pulled against the top of her cunt, fingering her slowly. 

“The body holds fear because our bodies hold memories,” he explained as he pressed her clit harder. “I can find what really scares you and I can fix it.” 

“I’m scared of you,” she whispered, her breath escaping in a sharp pant. 

“I can fix that.” 

He pulled his fingers out of her and held her neck still against the table as he kissed her. The sense of urgency to fight and escape melted into an afterthought when the back of his hand slid slowly down one side of her neck, making the tendons flex. He held her neck still as he kissed down to her collarbones, licking their shelves and tracing the bone with his tongue. His free hand groped her breast over her tight shirt and then surrounded her waist. She started shifting her hips back and forth, wishing that she had something between them to relieve the pressure she felt. He smiled against her skin and clicked his tongue, pulling away from her. He pressed the pedal again with his foot and the table reclined once again as it had been. He climbed onto the table and sat above her on his knees, looking down at her as she panted. 

“Look at me,” he told her and made sure that her eyes met his. “I have no plans to kill you tonight and I know this act is solely for the benefit of your own survival. But knowing that I will not kill you, would you like to change your mind?” He put both hands around her waist, showing the pale flesh of his forearms. She tried to weigh her options, she tried to think clearly but it all felt like a dream. It didn’t feel real enough to have consequences, so she shook her head and licked her lips quickly.

“No, keep going.” She whispered, “please.” Dr. Crane chuckled lightly and trailed his fingers down to her ankles. 

“In that case, would you like to see my mask?” He smiled darkly, teasing her. 

“No, I want to see your face.” She answered calmly and he nodded. 

“Fine.” He removed the restraints around her ankles. He took the knife from the table and cut away her underwear with one strong swipe of the blade. She gasped and he smirked, “I’m a doctor, remember? I know how to use a knife, detective.” 

He put the knife aside and pulled her knees up, sitting between them. He unbuckled his pants and withdrew his erection, glistening with precum. He guided himself into her with his hand, his eyes never leaving her face. She gasped again as he entered her. He rocked his hips slowly back and forth and groaned, watching her mouth open in a silent moan. She raised her knees higher, closer to her chest, giving him a better angle at which to fuck her. His hands pressed against her stomach and his thrusts became faster as his body began to learn hers. 

“You’re getting wetter,” he observed with a sly smile, “I must be doing something right.” He teased her as he started to rub her clit with his thumb, the rest of his hand pressed against her uterus. She couldn’t even speak. It had been months since she’d last had sex and even then, it wasn’t good sex. “I’m going to go harder but you can take it,” he told her matter of factly and placed either hand by her hips on the table. Leaning forward he shifted his hips slowly but harder, going deeper without much care for how her body adapted to the thrusts. “There you go,” he grunted as his hips bucked rhythmically into hers. She cried out, her body sliding up and down against the table, hot with her perspiration. Holding onto the top of the table, he moved farther up, pushing more inside of her, and started thrusting fast. He was suddenly in so deep and only backing away a few inches before snapping back in. Her hips bounced off of his and she gripped the excess material around her wrists to help her stay stationary. 

“Slow… God, please! Slow down… its so much, fuck.” She whimpered and smiled down at her face, flushed and angry with red. He slowed his hips, squeezing his glutes together whenever he thrusted inside. He leaned down and kissed her slowly, still rocking in and out of her. Her body shuttered from the high and started to build a more even climax. She hummed against his lips, her voicing getting higher as she started to orgasm. 

“And here comes the orgasm,” Jonathan smiled and sped up slightly, leaving hickies up and down her neck. She orgasmed with a shuttering cry that she couldn’t cover with her hand, but he didn’t let her finish there. “Fuck, you got so tight again.” He groaned as she panted, her system overwhelmed with waves of pleasure and exertion. She started to tighten further around him as her thighs squeezed his hips. Her breath left her lungs in short pants and she moaned beneath him like a pitiful creature. “Are you cumming again?” He laughed and stroked her cheek. She nodded weakly and he kissed her again briefly. 

“Its so tight, fuck. I won’t last much longer like this.” He took her hips in his hands and started a steady rhythm, pulling her hips onto his cock and thrusting at the same time. She came around him and he groaned animalistically, his thrusts becoming more sporadic and needy. He watched her breasts bounce inside her shirt and how he slid in and out of her, her cum collecting at the base of his shaft. Finishing with fast, desperate movements, he moaned loudly. She felt him finish inside her and it felt almost better than if she had finished herself. He pulled down her bottom lip with his thumb and admired her fucked-out face. Her pupils were shot and she shook slightly from the high. Finally, he pulled out and stuffed himself back into his pants. He sighed as he straightened his clothes and ran a hand through his hair. He took the gun and the knife and stuffed them both into a drawer and locked it with a set of keys from his pocket. They stared at each other for a while until Jonathan broke the silence, clearing his throat. 

“You’re coming home with me tonight, Miss —. We’ll decide what to do with you later.” 

[nothomegal]

“The little owl family” (Part 4)

(RZ!Michael Myers x GNReader)

Summary: your and your little sister’s life had an 180° turn when your parents got into a severe car crash, dying on the spot. You, being already past 18 had to figure out how to keep things afloat and give yourself, specially your sister, a good future. And you did! It was hard but you did it and became the absolute hero in the little girl’s eyes. People would often involuntary smile at the dynamic of your two, so wholesome and supportive, the perfect family bond. Bond that a certain Boogeyman noticed as well…

Warnings: faint mentions of animal abuse, Mikey being a bit creepy towards (Y/N).

Word Count: 3.4k

Additional info: Gender Neutral reader. (S/N) = sister’s name.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 5) (Part 6)

The aftermath after such intense night went as smooth as it could be. (Y/N) luckily suffered no life threatening injuries and only got some bruises and a broken wrist on their dominant hand, not the most pleasant result but they're grateful to be alive and that (S/N) was alright and safe.

And speaking about the little girl, when she ran out the house her neighbors had already called the police since the begining of the commotion, the poor thing was terryfied when the house went silent and no sounds of struggle came from it. At least now the nightmare ended, right?

Wrong, it was not over. The police was still trying to track down the intruder, aka Michael Myers. But due to the hard rain, the demolition of his old house and overall lack of clues made his discovery nearly impossible. It's honestly impressive how such giant could so easily disappear in the shadows whenever he pleased, and this terrified the siblings to the core.

And about them two, the last three days they've spent somewhere in the big city, staying in a hotel room and basically having this mini vacation, probably the only good thing that came from this mess.

Unfortunatelly, (Y/N) couldn't really keep up with such expenses so they were forced to return home...

. . .

October 31, Halloween night, past midnight.

🎶Cause this is thriller, Thriller night~🎶

🎶And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike~🎶

(Y/N) breathlessly cursed at the lyrics and the songs that been playing on the car radio, sure it's spooky night but come on! All of them are talking about something horrible, as some sort of foreshadow. At least (S/N) seemed oblivious and was enjoying her time and the music while wearing her improvised costume. She may haven't trick or treated, but spending this holiday in the big city and visiting the yearly carnival was a great alternative too!

It was already past midnight but the streets still had people, sure most of them were roudy teens just going to or out some party, but it still brought some comfort to (Y/N), in the worst case scenario there will be more witnesses to catch Myers if he dares to come back...

The closer they got to their home, the more anxious they became. Their fear and worry of encountering Myers again was eating them alive, specially when they’re weaker and one of their hands is practically useless due the bandages. Sure, there is some calm in knowing that the police are still methodically scouting the area, but they though exactly the same when visiting his old house, and look at them now…

Speaking of the police, when they were at the end of the street, they noticed some police cars and officers stationed not too far away from their home. The sight caused (Y/N) to go stiff and pale, but at the same time, it ignited the hope that maybe the monster was finally caught and will no longer disturb them…

They park, and (S/N) is already throwing confused and concerned looks at her sibling, who simply shrugs.

—“I’m as confused as you are.”— you admit as you unbuckle the belt. —“Stay near me, okay?”—

—“Okay…”—

As soon as both sibling exit the car, a known officer, who kept a watch on (S/N) while (Y/N) was in the hospital, comes over to them. The mentioned man had a rather calm expression, which only fueled their curiosity of what the cops are doing here.

—“Good night officer, what happened?”— you ask directly.

—“Hiii.”— you sister waves her hand at the man, her other hand being held in yours.

—“Well hello. Not much, apparently some roudy teenagers are causing troubles by throwing firecrackers into people's back yard, specially if there is a dog in it... We had to take actions since one of the animals got hurt."—

—"What!? Wow, what a bunch of uglies!"— the little girl exclaims in anger and disbelief.

—"Oh..."— you nod a bit, the anxiety slowly rising again.

(Y/N) then looks at (S/N), who gazes back at them, her expression now a bit confused at their sudden worried state.

—"Is there something bothering you (L/N)?"— the officer finally asks.

—"Well..."— you lean closer to him ans whisper. —"{Are there any news about Myers?}"—

The man gives them an understanding look and then shakes his head.

—"{No news unfortunatelly... However, the locals haven't reported seeing him and there were no crimes in this area or anywhere near, we suspect that he moved to another location, probably seeking for another victim.}"— he replies, whispering back.

(Y/N) nods, still anxious but also mildly releved by the fact Myers is nowhere around. Maybe the officer is right and he lost interest and moved on, thinking that his job was done and they're no longer alive... But whenever they remember that night, appart from the fear and the rage they felt durning the commotion, their mind also flashes the odd embrace... Why would he, Michael Myers, the embodyment of evil show such gesture to them? Was that mercy? Did he actually spared them?...

Some light nudges and tugs on their sleeve pulled them out of their thoughts. (Y/N) looks down at their sister who's been trying to get their attention for a little while.

—"Can we go home? I need to pee, and I'm sleepy..."—

They blink a couple of times and suddenly remember why they're home and what time it is.

—"Oh sure, I'm so sorry songbird. Let's go and get you ready for bed."— you say softly and give one last glance to the officer. —"And thank you for your service, sir."—

—"No problem. We'll make some extra laps around the neighborhood just in case, so if anything, we'll be around."— he gives a polite nod and goes towards his car.

The two siblings enter their home, it was already clean and had no traces of blood from the night when Michael attacked, even the bullet holes where barely visible! Though non of the siblings bothered to stop and appreciate how well the crime scene was cleaned, both too tired. (S/N) particulaty was so tired after the lond day that as soon as she changed into her pijamas and layed on bed she dozed away, entirely skipping the story reading part.

And when the little one was comfortably tucked in her bed, (Y/N) went to their own room to change, but abruptly stopped in their tracks when they saw their bed. It was unmade and the blanket was wrinkled, as if someone just layed there or rolled around. But it's not the bed's appearance that scared them, it was the smell, a faint musky smell.

But they had no time to play detective because they suddenly heard laughs coming from their backyard. They come closer to the window to see a group of four teens climbing over the fence, one of them holding something in his hands and the other one pointing at the tree hollow, causing the group to laugh even more.

Putting two and two together, (Y/N) quickly realized what these dickheads were about to do. As fast as they could they go downstairs and grab a frying pan on their way to the backyard.

—"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!"— you yell the moment you step through the door.

The teens flinches, clearly not expecting a hostile reaction like that. In panic, they throw the already lighted firecrackers wherever and begin to run away, meanwhile (Y/N) makes their way to the little explosives and quickly covers them with the pan. Luckly, these were some cheap firecrackers, which made a bunch of noise but the explosions where weak, so they effortlessly kept the pan in place until the noise seaced.

They let out a sigh of relief when some owl heads carefully peeked out the tree hollow, gazing at them. The birds are fine, the noise haven't stressed them too much, good.

Ones made sure no more teens were around, (Y/N) enters into their home and closes the door. But when they were about to go upstairs, they were faced with the absolute worst scenario possible...

There, at the bottom of the stairscase, was standing the man they were so afraid to meet again, the one everyone reassured they wouldn't see, and he wasn't standing there alone...

—"(Y-(Y/N)..."—

(S/N) peeps in a tiny shaky voice, her eyes filled with tears and her body violenly shaking as the man calmply holds her frame against him, a single large arm wrapped around her as the other one holds the knife, which was dangerously close to her neck.

Everything suddenly stopped... The noises around them, the movements, their own blood and breathing, everything. Now it's just them and this monster, holding the one and only prescious thing they have in this wretched world.

The empty eyes of the mask stare at them intensely, waiting for them to make a movement, which could or could not result in (S/N)'s getting hurt.

They swallow thickly, clutching the fist in their healty hand tightly as they force their body to move. Slowly they lift their hands up, their movements cautious as if they're standing in front of a wild animal... And they're probably are.

—"I-... I don't know what you want... I d-don't know why you returned, but... But p-please, whatever it is, keep my sister away from it."— you start talking, your voice involuntarily coming out shaky and your eyes slowly fill with tears. —"I- I'm not going to try anything funny... I'm not going to run away, if you came back to kill me, fine. But keep (S/N) out of this."—

But their words recieved no other answer but stare, as if waiting for them to say something else. They focus on his body, it was stiff but also oddly relaxed, more than cause harm it seemed like he only wanted to keep (S/N) in place, yet it still didn't make the situation any better, but it did give (Y/N) an idea of what Michael could possibly want.

They felt even more disgust towards the man in front of them, not only he stalked and attacked them, but now has the audacity to invade their house like he owns the place. And the worst part is that they can do absolutely nothing about it, not when their sister is in the grasp of this monster, such a dirty yet efficient move...

—"Are you looking for shelter? If- If so, then go ahed, you can stay as long as you need... I'm not going to contact the authorities, in fact, I am going to leave my phone right here and unplug the house phone to prove it... But only if you promise to let go of (S/N)."—

No response, nothing, only a mild head tilt. (Y/N) grit their teeth, realizing that Michael is not planing to make a move unless they go first, that bastard...

—"Just- Just promise me you'll let go (S/N), make a sound, movement, anything, so I know you listened to my only request."—

The man remains still for a good ammount of seconds, staring at their form, which got progressively more upset and angrier. He'd definitely stay like this to taunt them a little longer, to see their eyes ignite with this rage that awakens an unholy thrill inside of him, but the little sob that came from (S/N) quickly pulled him back to his mildly clear senses. Right, he should't get the little one involved...

So he makes a movement, a single little jerk with his head that resembled a nod.

(Y/N) let's out a breath but their body remain tense. Just like they promised, they cautiously move towards the house phone and unplug it, throwing the cable far to prove that they're serious, then they take out their phone and place it in the counter, next to the house phone. Ones everything was done, they take a couple of steps away, still holding their hands in the air.

—"I did my part... Now do yours, let (S/N) go."—

His head strightens. He looks at (Y/N) for a while and then slowly drags his gaze at their sister. The little girl is looking at him now, her eyes terrified and so desperate to be free, to run into the safety of her sibling's arm, away from the monster, away from him.

He eventually releases her, and without wasting a second she runs into (Y/N)'s arms, hugging them tightly and hiding her face in their clothes.

—"You're okay songbird, I'm here..."— you start to coo to her, doing you best to soothe her stressed state as you hug her tightly and protectively.

Michael just stayed there and contemplated the scene, the way the siblings remained together, doing their best to stay strong for one another was impressive, a bond he never saw in person but he always wanted...

His breath shook when his and (Y/N)'s eyes met again, the cold rage burning inside of them like the flames in hell, a silent promise to kill him if he dares to even think about doing something to their little 'boo'. This was the gaze he's been looking for so long, the one that could almost bring him to his knees and willingly get stabbed by them. He has absolutely no idea what's wrong with him and his meesed up mind, he honestly stopped trying to understand it a long time ago, now all he wanted is to look at (Y/N), and them to look at him.

They look away for a second and slowly raise to their feet, carrying (S/N) in their arms.

—"We'll just go into my room to rest, do whatever you want, take whatever you need, just..."— you hug your sister tighter. —"Keep your distance away from her..."—

As expected, they recieve no answer. The man remains still and only follows them with his gaze as they go up the stairs. While going up, (S/N) peeks over her sibling's shoulder and with enough courage and an angry expression she sticks out her tongue at him. To such gesture, Michael responded with another head tilt but unfortunatelly he didin't see the girl's response his action.

Ones in their room, (Y/N) puts their sister down and closes the door. Just now they realized how shaky their hands and body is, but they still try their best to keep their composture, they must to, for (S/N).

—"Is he... Is he going to just live with us from now?"— the girl anxiously asks as she keeps her hands close to her chest.

(Y/N) exhales with their nose, thinking.

—"I..."— you shake your head and kneel in front of her. —"I'll figure this out. It appears that he only wants to use us as a hiding spot, so as long as we remain quiet and don't try anything funny, he wont hurt us... (Or I hope so...)"— you thought the last part.

The girl only nods, stepping closer to them so she can hug and cuddle up to them.

—"Also what happened? How did he even got to you?"—

—"I heard you yell and cuss outside, and I thought that I could be the meanies that bully animals so I wanted to go help, I even got my scary T-Rex dino-grabber to bite them in the buttcheeks if they dare to hurt the birdies! But... But when I was walking towars the stairs he... He just got me. It's like he appeared out of nowhere!"—

(Y/N) carefuly listens to their sister and gives a quick glance to their room, instinctively seeking for a possible hint of how Myers got into their house and caught (S/N). Their attention fell on their closet, which was wide open. Putting two and two together they realized that he was most likely hiding there... HE WAS HIDING THERE WHEN THEY WERE ABOUT TO CHANGE-!!

Such realization caused their face to morph into a disgusted scowl, they nearly gagged when they understood why their bed smelled different... Ew!

(S/N) noticed the odd faces her sibling was making but has no time to ask when they suddenly stand up and frantically begin to take the covers off their bed, throwing them into the furthest corner with disgust and replacing them with new ones.

Durning this little frenzy of theirs, the girl didn't dare to say a word, either too tired or thinking it's another 'old people' thing. Ones everything was changed, both siblings climbed into bed, (Y/N) hugging their sister closely and keeping her between them and the wall in a protective embrace.

—"...Good night, (Y/N)."— she says, trying to soothe you a bit.

—"Good night, songbird."— you pet her head softly. —"We'll get through this, I promise..."—

—"I know, I believe you."— she smiles and then nuzzles into the covers.

Despite the overall stress, the girl dozed away instantly as soon as she got comfortable. In (Y/N)'s case, it took them a bit longer to close an eye, but the fatigue made itself known and soon they fell into a restless sleep.

. . .

The sleep didn't last too long though, they're not sure how much time passed exactly, but they couldn't sleep anymore... Not with his shadow on them.

They can see it, the dark shape is clearly projected on the wall by the faint moonlight coming from the window, so close that they can almost feel the heat coming from his body on their back, yet he's dead silent like he's not even there. Said inconsistency messed with their mind so much, is he there? Is he not? Is this a dream? A nightmare? Maybe they really died and this is their own personal hell, stuck in a room with a beast and their body being the only protection for their loved one.

Their skin burn due his intense stare, they want to turn around and yell in hopes he goes away, but at the same time they don't want to move, they want to squeeze their eyes shut so hard that they forcefully fall asleep and never wake up to experience another nightmare.

A violent spine chill jolted through them when something brushed through their hair, touching it, feeling it's texture and then slowly moving down along their spine. Does it feel warm? Does it feel cold? They can't even tell, their body too tense, their mind going full survival mode. They must turn around, turn around and face whatever the fuck is going on there, just turn around, turn around goddamnit!

When the touch was past their lower back and was roaming through their hips and thighs, their body finally snapped out from it's stillness, allowing to look back. To their surprise... No one was near the bed, no one who could touch them or cast a shadow, shadow that was now completely gone. They sigh with mild relief, it was nothing, probably some messed up sleep paralisis.

They were about to go to sleep but a flash of white made them freeze. Right next to the doorway, was standing a tall broad figure of a man, still like a statue, his shoulders being the only thing that rised and fell with each deep breath he took. Another spine chill runned through (Y/N)'s body, he's been standing there, watching them and their sister sleep.

That sick fuck.

What does he even want? What is the point? Is he so paranoid about them calling the police? Is this for the sake of his own entertainment? To watch them slowly break and savour the way their sanity slips away? His whole existence feels like a huge taunt to them...

They let out a low frustrated groan, not having any extra energy to deal with this nonsense they slowly turn back and lay down properly, hugging their sister close and replaying their own words in their mind, keeping themselves sane and hopeful...

"I'll figure this out."

"We'll get through this."

"I promise..."

. . .

It's honestly impressive that (Y/N) managed to fall asleep again... Well, the kind of 'waking up numerous times through the night' type of asleep. They instantly search the room with their gaze, and to their relief, no almost 7ft tall murderous man was spotted, not anymore at least.

A soft yawn caught their attention, (S/N) lazily stretches and then hugs her dinosaur plushie back- Wait, plushie...?

—"Uh... (S/N)?"—

—"Mmh?"— she sleepily looks at you.

—"Where did you get that toy?..."— you say, slowly pointing at the purple fluffy Ankylosaurus.

—"Uh? Oh! Waldazar. You gave me it at night silly."— she innocently giggles. —"I was having nightmares, then you nudged me a bit and gave it to me, remember?"—

(S/N) innocent smile fades at the sight of (Y/N)'s confused and pale face. They... They couldn't be the one to give her the toy, they haven't let go of her or left the bed in the whole night, and the toy was in her room goddamnit!...Unless...

They glance at the door.

Unless he did it...

[yellowloid]

my experience at am's show (rock in roma, ippodromo delle capannelle - 16/07/2023)

SO you know the drill by now this is the compulsory recap post i need to write because i'm terrified of forgetting about things and i also have so much more footage this time around (i basically recorded the whole concert while in paris i kinda did but idk i had much less stuff it was my first time so i was just too overwhelmed ajfnwidjsj). you knew it was coming i just needed to sort my thoughts out and i know some of those things have already been said but idc i'm writing them down anyway + i rewatched all my videos so i have a lot to say so LET'S GO

• first of all i want to preface this by saying that it was +40° degrees in rome and gates were opened at 3pm. opening bands started at ~6:30 and am came on stage at 9:40. needless to say everyone was cooking under the sun and slowly losing our collective minds i swear i've never drunk so much water my entire life and still felt like i was shrinking

• it was also my first proper concert standing in a pit + i was lucky enough to have tickets for the closest section to the stage and kind of a decent view despite the fact that i'm literally 5'2

• still i confirmed my opinion that i very much prefer seated tickets (not a big fan of standing in a crowd i must admit) ESPECIALLY when it comes to summer concerts because there was literally NO AIR just weed smoke and most importantly sweat i swear i couldn't breathe. we were fairly close to the stage but at what cost

• i wasn't particularly excited about the opening acts (as i wasn't for inhaler back in may) BUT i have to say they both slayed so hard??? willie j healey was so fucking cute and thoughtful with the crowd (we were under the shadow of the stage but the more far back section of the pit was directly under the scorching sun his whole set and he kept asking if they were okay) and the hives hyped up the crowd so fucking much??? their stage presence was incredible everyone loved them

• the breaks in between opening acts and am were filled with the festival replaying the same harry styles/rosalia/*random italian trapper* songs over and over again and at some point the crowd was about to riot because FOR THE LOVE OF GOD TURN THAT SHIT OFF not even joking when i say we heard the same hs song at least 30 times i swear dante alighieri used that as inspiration to write his inferno

• everyone was sweaty dirty tired and kinda fucked up from the sun and by the time am was about to come on stage i was contemplating my chances of not passing out and praying to god clinging to the bit of energy i still had in me to hold on for just an hour and a half more

• just making it clear this wasn't in any way their fault they came on at the time they were supposed to and everything turned out fine it was just. concerts in rome in the middle of july are.........something

• BUT ANYWAY after hours of us slowly decomposing it was finally time for am!!!!!!!!!

• they opened with sculptures and honestly THANK GOD because (maybe unpopular opinion? idk idc argue with the wall) that is just how it should be. not a big fan of brianstorm as an opener

• alex introduced teddy picker by saying "haven't you heard? teddy is back!"

• he also introduced the view with "let's go back to the very beginning" at which my heard did a bit of a !!!!

• after the view and before 4/5 he randomly went "feeling professional... 🎶 tonight 🎶

• he was feeling sooooo silly the whole show (<3) but he really went crazy with the spoken antics during 4/5

• he clapped his hands as he sang "with coloured old grey whistle test👏 lights👏" which weirdly scratched something just right in my brain

• "and that's unheard of... here in roma or anywhere else for that matter... nobody's done that!"

• he changed the lyrics and went "the only time that I stop laughing is to breathe or steal a kiss" and then proceeded to send a kiss to the crowd

• "four stars out of five... why don't you put that in your [pile]? / four stars out of five... ten times out of nine"

• "four stars out of five... that's right... that's why i like it! 😜" at the very end, said in the most adorable tee-hee way i can't even begin to describe it

• the piano interlude before high was sprinkled with the saddest series of "why... why... why..." ever uttered by man 💔

• after high he said " fantastic! ... what a night"

• "i wanna tell you about a girl that i made up... 💁‍♂️ ages ago 💁‍♂️" as an introduction to arabella

• i'm sure you've seen the video going around but during arabella he noticed a fan was (i think?) crying and asked "are you okay?" before resuming his singing

• "the horizon tries but it's just not as kind on the eyes...... ‼️RRRRRRROMAAAAAAA‼️......... as arabella"

• after the song ended he thanked the crowd by going "good work everyone... jolly good. grazie"

• he thanked the crowd a lot, said grazie/grazie mille a lot, and frequently said roma instead of rome (idk why i found that cute but yeah <3) and his way of rolling his r's when speaking italian was just too adorable i wanted to put him in a blender and drink him as a smoothie

• the version of do me a favour that they've been playing lately sounds slightly softer than the original and i'm all for it. it amplifies the vibe of exhausted resignation that lingers in the lyrics and it just sounds so devastating i love it

• he lifted the mic stand during the song +  pretended to break something in half during the "to start to break in half" line and yeah. that was also what he was doing to my heart

• no he did not have a mullet he just arranged his hair in a way that made it seem like it for a split moment. why did i see people on twitter hoping for the mullet........DON'T GIVE HIM IDEAS

• "tremendous.... thank you 💅"

• also about that rumour going around of him pointing at louise during the "may i call you her name" - he literally acted out the whole line, pointed to himself, then at a random hypothetical you, then sidestage; he was not pointing at anyone specifically + why would anyone want that song dedicated to them lmao like. did the people saying it's romantic read the lyrics or

• also you know who else was in the general direction of him pointing? that's right everybody. mr jamie cook himself. maybe he uses he/she pronouns and alex wants to call someone jamie's name. have you considered that

• okay i'm sorry enough with the bullshit

• he said something during cornerstone and right before dancefloor that i caught on video but i can't really understand what he says so i'll probably end up posting those bits to see if we can figure out wtf he was on about

• "crawling back to you..... ‼️OH‼️ ever thought of calling when you've had a few"

• "🎶 ~rooomaaaaa~ 🎶.... thank you for having us everybody, what a beautiful audience.... soooo predictable i knowwww what you're thinkiiiing"

• he was so obsessed with crooning "roma" every chance he got <3 the silly <3333

• "lone ranger riding through an open space... THANKS A LOT in my mind when she's not right there beside me"

• now a list of random things he does at nearly every show that i still found very endearing:

- the "squeezed me very tightly" bit which is always so ����💞💞

- "NO! you can't call me her name" with the NO said in the most 'child throwing a tantrum but make it cute' way

- the way he directed matt during the mirrorball intro and matt going 'y'all hear sumn?'

- "5......0......5......"

- him swaying his hips in a way that made everyone's knees buckle in a 10-mile radius

• about the interactions with the others: he didn't interact with them that much, i think he didn't even scissor with jamie during the body paint outro :( BUT we got the directing matt bit before mirrorball + a shout out to tom rowley

• i think in paris i noticed it less because i was seated, or maybe i just noticed it in a different way because i got some different songs (star treatment with the green/purple lights, pretty visitors with the red ones), but still - the lights are incredible and the fact that they create different lighting games for each song (like the blue ones for body paint or the golden ones for am songs) is so cool and fascinating i was mesmerised

• about the crowd: i made the mistake of getting into a telegram group of people who were going to see them and most of them were such casual fans they even believed the fake setlist that was going around a while ago as a joke on twitter 😭 the one with songs like the jeweller's hands. my brother in christ that's never going to happen

there were people going like "if they play r u mine i'm gonna die" and like bruh i appreciate the naivety but it's so painfully obvious they're gonna play it at least have a bit of creativity with your wishful thinking 😔

generally speaking the crowd was really REALLY hyped for am classics and wpsia/fwn oldies, while they were mostly completely dead during the car tracks it was disappointing to say the least. once again i was the only one popping my pussy

• BUT LET'S TALK ABOUT THE MOST IMPORTANT THINGS. i was so fucking scared they wouldn't play cornerstone and perfect sense but mostly the latter bc it's much less likely to be played... and it meant so much to me to hear them live, i didn't get either of them at the paris show so i just. ugh. they're in my top 5 am songs if not my absolute favourites and they just mean so much i fucking needed to hear them

• AND THEY PLAYED THEM BOTH. they did it for ME. cornerstone had me so emotional and i'm not joking when i say perfect sense had me ugly sobbing while singing along

• i just. i love that song so much. he just looked so small on that stage singing such vulnerable lyrics, and even tho the crowd was mostly dead (rude if you ask me) he still finished the song by sending a kiss and saying the nth "grazie mille" and i just wanted to hug him so bad i was literally devastated i love him so much

• we also got the jet skis/star treatment/iwby mashup!!!!! most of the tiktok fans had no idea what was happening and kept singing the original lyrics while i once again popped my pussy rapping along with him. i'm so glad he decided to do it and i got to hear it live!!!! it just sounds so damn good ugh

• the setlist as a whole was everything i could've wished for i was so satisfied with it

• the show ended with him sending and catching kisses and just smiling so much i just wanted to tear him to pieces what who said that

• as usual they all sounded and looked INCREDIBLE and alex was just.......... ugh. the most gorgeous of boys. he's so beautiful it makes me SICK. the crowd was literally hypnotised by him, his charm and stage presence is CRAZY and everyone just can't help but stare at him in awe and reverence because his aura is just something else. no one does it like him fr. leaves me speechless every single time

• they're all so fucking beautiful and talented and seeing them feels like a fucking out-of-body experience every single time

• i miss them like air I MISS HIM LIKE AIR....... the pcd is hitting hard and i honestly have no idea wtf i'm gonna do with myself once tour is over and they yeet themselves out of the public scene for god knows how long i don't even want to think about it

• long story short i love them so much it literally hurts it's not even funny and i already want to see them again </3

• also bonus: after the show ended there was a HUGE traffic jam due to the fact that 35k people were trying to leave the place all at once SO we spent the next two hours (TWO HOURS) stuck in the parking lot exhausted dirty sweaty and still dying in the heat bc it was literally 1am but it was still so hot it was hell. then danza kuduro came on the radio and it was so random that was the last straw to send me k.o. for good

• overall crazy experience but yeah i love them so much i want to see them again sooooo bad </3 PLEASE COME BACK </3333

• so yeah that was my experience at rock in roma i hope you enjoyed my ramblings xx

[jorisjurgen]

World of Twelve dashboard simulator

🎆 halfalight follow

I think if I get knocked out while solo'ing dungeons oen more time local eniripsas will just euthanise me 😭 iop save me

🫂 shards-of-glass-in-the-bar follow

we all have that homie who's not gonna make it.

🎆 halfalight follow

You run an anti-recovery alcoholism blog tho ???

🫂 shards-of-glass-in-the-bar follow

way to be classphobic dipshit.

🐙 podapoda-2-3 follow

Idk i feel like posting about losing your home bc of it isn't very successful and happy pandawa of you.

🤹 mysteryrystery follow

Anyone in this thread smoke hemp

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🌌 somethingquietplace

Like a sworn knight, I serve you. You are my beating heart, my lifeline. Neither Bonta nor Astrub would be home, if you were not by my side...

Yet, why do my hands yearn for freedom, the way a butcher yearns for a wild animal?

🌛 quartziwindy follow

Are you ok op.

🕸️ osamodas-loves-spiders follow

isnt op that one guy with 50 side blogs who got accused of being a part of the bontarian royalty and classfaking being an ecaflip.

🌌 somethingquietplace

Do you swear on your heart that you can truly believe a person with a life and a career would post on this site.

#Mind your buisiness. #not osu

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🥧 amakna-news-official follow

does anyone know if the demigod goultard is still out there marrying people//...

i n;;eed h;im.

🍄 124-lancer-lancer follow

When you die and go to externam not even being hosed down will help clean your soul. You will not reincarnate for 999 years.

🆎 alphabetcounter follow

e: 13; n: 11; o: 11; l: 7; a: 6; r: 6; i: 5; t: 5; u: 4; d: 4; 9: 3; h: 3; y: 4; s: 3; w: 4; g: 2; c: 2; x: 1; m: 1; v: 1; b: 1; p: 1; f: 1

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🌌 somethingquietplace

Went on a fishing trip with my family.

Here are some photos I took there, including photos of the snappers the three of us caught. Sufokia is beautiful this time of the year.

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🌌 somethingquietplace

I'll delete this reblog a bit later for organization purposes, but I wanted to take this moment to thank you all for your comments.

Also, I did not know that there was a fishing community here, for all the decades I spent on this site. The more you know.

#It's nice to get back in the groove of things... #Such a hectic year. #I just need some peace and quiet. #And maybe then I'll feel better. #Though sometimes I do ask why I keep doing this. Just everything in general. #...A hot chocolate will fix me right up though. Always does. #Delete later

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🔰 noobdefencesquad follow

I know most ppl are like..,, 100% over talking about that one fuckin xelor that reversed time for like 20 minutes. like yeah hes evil but he saved my whole life. i spilled coffee on my passport and then WHOOM time reversed and shit. and i woke up 20 minutes earlier, threw up, and decided not to go anywhere near my documents with liquids ever again.

can i get a wahoo for grandpa genocide. like he really fucked up but he did do a solid one to at least me. i just feel like enough years had passed for me to speak my truth

🌒 ten-o-cock-and-a-half follow

It's not a laughing matter, people died. And it was a yet another case of media representing xelors as crazy and evil.

Try to put yourself in the mindset of the victims.

🔰 noobdefencesquad follow

im a xelor too and i think this is fucking hilarious soo yeah.

try reincarnating into a different class in next life! hope this helps.

🌛 quartziwindy follow

I agree with the second rb, but is nobody going to mention their url??

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👾 pixiiiii-piratika follow

I know we all have our role models for adventurers we'd like to marry or become or steal the gender of or whatever, but idk it haunts me that some of them may be on this site. Imagine someone like master Eva reading what ppl had written about her or her husband. scary.

🎁 doggrillsougi follow

I hope ush galash can feel when i post about sending him psionic shadow assassins. i hope he fucking feels pain. Every single time.

🎶 foggy-has-no-spoons follow

what did a random bontarian noble do to you. also isn't he dead.

🎁 doggrillsougi follow

OK SO. this made me realize that most people genuinely don't know about the murder dungeon allegations.

To summ it up, he lured in people to rob his house, put them in The Murder Dungeon (actually a tower, but... rule of funny. it sounds funnier that way), and Bontarian government did NOTHING about for years, and even placed a statue in his honor despite that.

wo2ww.bontanews.bn/articles/ush-galesh-allegations-of....

Now, this might sound like a conspiracy theory, but most of us in the demigod drama community know that Ecaflip demigods just... fake their deaths a lot. So there's a very big chance he's still out there. He's fucking out there.

And I want him to know, that I am sending psionic brain warriors to him. And to the king too.

THE ONLY reason this turned into a thing everyone knows is due to an anonymous leaker from within the palace. I fucking hate this kingdom.

🌹 theflowerofsadida follow

The city of good, btw

yet another reason i am a proud brakmarian despite not liking djaul LOL

🐙 podapoda-2-3 follow

WHAT????? HE HAD A WHAT ..

👾 pixiiiii-piratika follow

oh god what happened to my post.

🌛 quartziwindy follow

there are like, theories on who leaked it btw, considering a bunch of diplomats had access to the documents. Though I won't point any fingers towards anyone in the palace in particular. 👀

if it would keep him doing this, I could kiss that guy who did this, on the lips, I would. or like, give him a pizzlarva.

fr fr.

🌌 somethingquietplace

It's every Bontarian's civil duty to try and make the city a little bit better. I think these motivations are both unneeded and unwanted.

Though the pizzlarva bit is funny.

👾 pixiiiii-piratika follow

arent you that one guy with whos been here for like 20 years and got accused of being a part of the bontarian royalty and classfaking being an ecaflip.

did you do this tumblr user somethingquietplace. did you.

🌌 somethingquietplace

I'm running a combination OSU, photography, and fishing blog where I post poorly written poetry at 4AM.

Please stop with the "you're never beating the allegations" jokes.

#not osu

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[violets-in-her-arms-writes]

Make Me Write

Thanks for the tag @elbritch-kit! I hope your writing went well ♥

Rules: Make a 24hr poll listing the titles of every WIP you want to work on. (It’s fine if you only have one, still make a poll for the vote count)

I have so many WIPs in my folder, I decided to use a wheel to chose three for me... i'm kidding but it will end up this way one day. Anyway, you can find the contenders under the cut if you want to know more about them (or you can vote based on vibes only) :

I'm not tagging anyone but consider this an open tag (and don't hesitate to tag me if you do make a poll 🥰)

LIGHTS UP

When her ex-bestfriends knock on her door and ask for their old band to get back together, Nat slams the door in their face. Somehow, this is not the end of the story.

-> I'm technically almost done with the first draft, I just need the last chapter... Yes it's been on the back burner for three years, your point? 😭

WITCH'S TIME:

Lorelei Douxruisseau had always had the unfortunate tendency to get into trouble on her own. It didn't matter if it was about pissing off a Goddess, starting a war or terrorizing a village or two, all these dubious decisions were always motivated by the same thing: boredom. And it was this same boredom, Lorelei's secular enemy, that encouraged her to push open another Witch's door unannounced. And to meddle in their messy ritual. But really, it's not her fault. After all, who'd have guessed that behind their brilliant idea and idiotic ritual was the last of the Maledictus, eh? Not Lorelei, that's who. After an ill-prepared ritual and a poorly negotiated contract, when the Mighty Ones find themselves projected into Lorelei Douxruisseau's past, the whole fabric of the universe shakes and the veils of time are torn apart. Faced with an amnesiac Lorelei devoid of magic, they'll have to be patient if they ever want to return home. And they'll have to pray that she doesn't slit their throats when she regains her memories.

-> I'm on the third book for this series and it has been kicking my ass big time. I had to cut it in half and put one half in the fourth book, and I was so pissed I haven't picked it up since.

THE FLEDGLING

Jo Hautain is in love with a vampire. It has been her reality since her girlfriend has been turned, seven years ago, and yet, she still manages to be surprise but the utter bullshit that came with this life-changing transformation. What do you mean Lou has to bond with an established Coven to rule her bloodlust ? What do you mean Jo is not enough ? Still, she is not one to go gently into the night. If the Rodins think they are worthy of Lou, they will have to prove it. When the vampiric masquerade ball Lou has been invited to (and which Jo crashed) takes a turn for the worse, she must come up with a new plan to ensure her girlfriend's survival while trying to preserve her own heart. Unfortunately, Lou isn't the only one having issues of the supernatural variety. Iris suffers from a rare fae disease currently trying to kill her, Charlie still can't accept being a wolf three nights a month and is sinking even deeper into despair as time goes by, Alex longs to return to the sea, despite knowing it would be her undoing. And Ana is hunted and hounded by the Virulentes, the less-than-human leaders of the witch's community, who resent her "abusive use of magic". Add to the mix two customers too charming for their own good, a mysterious Coven settling back into their town and a ghost from the past lurking in the shadows, and Jo is ready to throw the towel. No, really, it's not easy being to be the only sensible one around, but someone has to do it. Jo just wishes it would be someone else, for once.

-> This is my July Camp NaNo project and I'm 16k in out of 20k so I'm doing pretty well. Is it good? Meh, maybe not, but at least it's moving forward unless the other two XD

[eclaire-went-bam]

warning. this post is gonna have a lot of over-explaining simple concepts anyone can observe in the show because i'm autistic thanks

also episode 8 hazbin spoilers

ft alastor homework doodle

someone's probably already said this, but regarding "finale" from hazbin hotel i like;; didn't watch it with subs bcs the service i used just didn't have them

& for the longest time i thought alastor's "and i barely escaped being killed by a hair" was actually "...killed by a hare"

i don't know if this specific wording was intentional or it's literally just me misinterpreting it, but it did made me think about alastor's death. the whole thing is that he was the hunter, before momentarily becoming the hunted. literally.

he went from the most dangerous thing in the woods (swamp?? marsh???) to the deer that gets hunted with ease, the whole being a deer thing is a reminder of that (which obviously isn't new news or anything)

moreover almost every scene he's in seems to be a struggle for the narrative, or for control, or for at least some unspoken acknowledgment that he is The Radio Demon — he does Not enjoy not being untouchable

he refers to most by "my dear" (my deer) — he sees most as potential prey or at least much more feeble/helpless & deer-like. maybe partially why he consistently helps mimzy, for example. he may not see her as a potential victim of his but he does acknowledge a power difference, which both invokes a sense of responsibility & a sense of pride/power when reinforced

but he refers to everyone in this way while also having a preference for vension. and also cannibalising rotting deer corpses. So like.

now back to the actual line. he went into the fight with adam, not even concerning himself with bringing an angelic weapon with him (despite it being clear angels can only be killed by such). yknow, weapons & beings associated with light, while alastor's powers are based in shadows. he thought he could do it alone, and failed. this was the the breaking point of his struggle for control that he's been shown to subtly be experiencing throughout the season. perhaps when everybody forgot about the radio demon, cognisant of the fact vox was broadcasting this attack, he believed he could show hell once again who he was.

(little note i think it's a cool detail that our framing shows alastor as all-powerful, everybody knows him, he's terrifying, and he definitely is terrifying, subtle interactions with those not as involved with our narrative, such as carmilla and lucifer, shows something slightly different. alastor has taken control of the way we see the show, namely himself)

and i mean what he did do was extremely impressive, but nobody's gonna mention that. he was shown, after 7 years, being bested, while being broadcasted by vox. Like !! that's a win to the v's

jesus christ tangential ok i'm just writing off the top of my head

but what's more feeble than a deer?? a 🎶Hare🎶

often hunted

though deer are prey, they can still be dangerous. they can still be intimidating. their antler's are dangerous. their hooves are too !!! those things KILL!!!!‼️‼️‼️

rabbits and the like?? not so much

is it possible that in these moments, alastor saw adam as that hare? talks big, but ultimately unimpressive? if so, how much would it utterly irk him that the hunter was bested by a hare?

anyways thank you for coming to my most delusional ted talk where i spent only the last 10% of this post getting to the point

[lesbianlotties]

RONANCETOBER: all prompts!

all my fics for Ronancetober linked here! including AO3 links (i'll try to add all of them to AO3 eventually!) thank you for reading <3

Day 1: Upside Down 🙃

chapter 7 of my fic open up your heart (like the gates of hell) aka Ronance using the Upside Down as their personal San Junipero

“What does it say about us that we think of this grotesque parallel world as safe enough or at least safer than the actual world.” “I think it means we’re a good team,” Nancy replied, and she let her hand brush Robin’s as they walked.

Day 2: Vampire / Werewolf 🦇

nancy is a vampire. robin thinks that's very sexy of her. that's it. that's the plot

“Well,” Robin shrugged and didn’t dare to move forward just yet, “You did call me, didn’t you?” “I did,” Nancy smiled. It was an indescribable thing, seeing her smile happily instead of devilishly, and still seeing just a small glimpse of those fangs.

Day 3: Body / Style Swap 👭

“That’s not even your size, Robin.” “I feel ridiculous.” “No, I’m not saying I want it to be pink but…” “Baby, how on Earth did you get this hole on the shirt?” “I look like a twelve-year-old boy!” “I mean, it’s nice when you wear it but… are you sure?”

Day 4: Horror Movie AU 😱 (AO3)

THE CONJURING AU 👻: Robin and Nancy as Ed and Lorraine Warren (Movies Version), Nancy has spooky visions and Robin loves her very much!! ft. Steve as Robin's bestie, Max as their adopted daughter, B*lly dying, Vecna getting exorcised the fuck out! (please read this one is my favorite)

Day 5: Multiverse 🤯

what if... we met alternate versions of ourselves from the Upside Down and they were so hot... and we were both girls 😳😳😍💞🙈🥰💗😳

“Robin, do you see it?” the real Nancy said at the exact same time, turning to her Robin with a spark in her eyes and snapping her fingers as she said, “The Upside Down made an exact copy of Hawkins. It also made copies of us. Of course!”

Day 6: Superhero / Super Powers ⚡

BIRDS OF PREY AU ✨💎 starring: Robin Buckley as Harley Quinn, Nancy Wheeler as Black Canary, Vickie as Renee Montoya, Chrissy as Huntress, Max as Cassandra Cain, Henry Creel as Black Mask, B*lly as Victor Zsasz

Day 7: The Sapphic Senate 👭👭

THE CRAFT AU 🔮

“Try me,” Robin whispered. Nancy was close enough to hold and to hurt, to curse and to kiss.

Day 8: Your Ronance Anthem 🎶

Christine by Lucy Dacus → Robin throwing a shoe at the altar during Nancy's wedding <3

Day 9: Free Day! 🔥 (AO3)

DO REVENGE AU ✨

“What if we worked together? What if you could be the one to infiltrate Steve’s bubble to execute a perfect revenge? And I could just as easily shatter Vickie’s life.”

Day 10: Dungeons And Dragons 🐲

Fluff With Plot And Without Dungeons and Dragons

“So… I think I understand,” Robin said while frowning at the notebook on her lap. “No, you don’t,” Nancy said with her tone full of affection.

Day 11: Time Travel ⏳ (AO3)

TERMINATOR: DARK FATE AU starring: Robin Buckley as an Augmented Super Soldier from The Future (with Mackenzie Davis' arms) suffering from Gay Devotion, Nancy Wheeler as Future Leader of The Resistence against The Robots Apocalypse just some girl™, Joyce Byers as absolute icon Sarah Connor, Jim Hopper as Friendly Terminator :) , Vecna as Unfriendly Terminator :(

Day 12: Autumn 🍂 (AO3)

4 times Nancy made Robin blush and one time Robin did something about it… or something like that 👀👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🧣🍂

Day 13: Apocalypse AU 🧟‍♀️

"if the world wasn't doomed by a zombie apocalypse and we didn't have to fight for our lives every minute of every day... would you still like me? be honest"

Day 14: Heaven and Hell 😇😈

what if Nancy was an angel but she wanted to do evil instead? what if Robin was a demon but she actually wanted to do good? what if they kept running into each because they're supposed to influence Max, El, and Erica? but what if they fell in love with each other??? haha just kidding!! unless...... 👀

Day 15: Pirates AU ⚓

ah the inherent homoeroticism of a Pirates AU!

“I want to know what you’re hiding behind all these shadows,” Nancy answered, taking one more step forward. “I’ll show you,” the Red Robin whispered. “If you’ll show me what you’re hiding under all these layers.”

Day 16: Trick or Treat! 🎃 (AO3)

Robin and Nancy wear a couples costume and go trick or treating with get bullied by Max, El, and Erica!

“Trick or treat?” Robin said, grimacing a little. “You’re late,” Nancy replied and sent a pointed look at Robin, who squirmed and scratched the back of her head. “Sorry. But look! I brought you kids!” Robin added, waving her arm beside her, and adding in an exaggerated whisper, “It was their fault.”

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (27 Aug-2 Sep 2023)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰 Unseen (Rath & Rune #2) (Jordan L. Hawk, author; Joel Leslie, narrator) - back in Widdershins with Librarian Sebastian & his be-tentacled half-human lover Vesper Rune, trying to collect the evil Books of the Bound. The Rune brothers are also finding that unfortunately it's harder to cut ties with an abusive family than one might wish.

🥰 Pretend to Be Nice (Interdepartmental Cooperation #2) (seekwill) - 57K, GO Gabriel/Beelzebub - same universe as Golden Handcuffs, just as good as that fic - I love a fic where two jagged edged people learn to see how their broken pieces fit together

🥰 Unknown (Rath & Rune #3) (Jordan L. Hawk, author; Joel Leslie, narrator) - On the hunt for the Book of Bone. Widdershins may know its own but the Old Families definitely still cause a lot of harm

😍 The 70 Days After Groundhog Day (Ptelea) - really great Batfam fic - Dick's POV, focusing on Jason & Dick but also about Jason's relationship to everyone after a 53-day timeloop that only Jason can remember

💖💖 +121K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

love you like rlb (orphan_account) - MCU: stucky, 3K - forever fave, reread - when Steve wakes up he finds the phrase 'love you like rlb' is world-famous, but no one knows why and he doesn't tell them, at least not immediately

No Place Like Home (asocialconstruct) - MCU: stucky, 5k - post-WS Bucky time travels to pre-war Stucky & sexy times ensue - always a fun, hot read

Cassiopeia, Orion, Bootes (AidaRonan) - Stranger Things: steddie, 10K - forgot how much I love this fic with the hilarious tag 'he was a gator boi' & some extremely excellent monsterfucking

[Podfic] The Three-Steve Solution (seleneaurora) - MCU: stucky/samsteve/stony, 6K - excellently done podfic of a hilarious cracky fic with multiverse Steves of different omegaverse designations being kidnapped by baddies and their respective partners showing up to rescue them

[podfic] Doctor Feelgood (cricketsong1985) - MCU: stucky, 10K - fave, relisten- another great podfic - Bucky discovers one of Steve's kinks and sets out to make his fantasy real - hot sex but also I love how well their relationship is expressed

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Celebrity Jeopardy - s1, e5

Insane Pools: Off the Deep End - s1, e1

Leverage - s2, e5

Make Some Noise - s2, e1

Maine Cabin Masters - s1, e1-8; s8, e1-4

Harley Quinn - s4, e8

Um, Actually - s8, e12

What We Do In The Shadows - s5, e9-10

Only Murders In The Building - s3, e5

D20: Mentopolis - "Grappling With Death" (s1, e4)

D20: Adventuring Party - "A Random Sequence of Events" (s14, e4)

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Villa de Vecchi

The Sporkful - A Garlic Dispute 20 Years In The Making

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - It’s Getting Hot in Here

Re: Dracula - August 30: Millions of Kisses

Ed Zitron's 15 Minutes In Hell - Episode 4 - Rob Corddry, Actor

Vibe Check - Introducing The Stacks with Traci Thomas

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - How to Quarantine in a Ghost Town

99% Invisible #551 - Office Space

Switched on Pop - Olivia Rodrigo’s Good Ideas

⭐ Song Exploder - Re-issue: Janelle Monáe "So Afraid"

Re: Dracula - August 31: Do Not Fail

⭐ One Year - 1955: The Weather Girls

⭐ One Year - 1955: The Crockett Craze

Dear Prudence - Relationship Podcasts Are Ruining My Friend's Life. Help!

Re: Dracula - September 1: Am Writing

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Suits And What's Making Us Happy

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Maine Windjammers

Welcome to Night Vale #233 - Citizen Spotlight: The Vampire of Lombardi Street

⭐ One Year - 1955: The Team Nobody Would Play

Re: Dracula - September 2: Suck From my Wound

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Inflammable Material [Stiff Little Fingers] {1979}

Nobody's Heroes [Stiff Little Fingers] {1980}

Funky Hangout

my Journey playlist

The '90s Ska Revival

Vintage Blues Reworked

Boats, Beaches, Bars & Ballads [Jimmy Buffett] {1992}

[devilishlyhandsome123]

Beauty and the Beast retold: Supernatural Style

Welcomed Curse

Warning ⚠️ 18+, definitely lots of teasing and tourturing - fingering, stroking, touching, licking, biting, spanking, etc.

*If I use your Demon Dean fanart. Please. Let me know and I will give you proper tagging. I tend to save for personal hoarding and forget where I get them from*

Listening to: 🎶Like a Villain by Bad Omens🎶

You wake up and look around you. You're in a cage. What the hell was going on?

You sit up and rack your brain, trying to remember what happened. You remember trying to find shelter in the rain. You remember your mom kicking you out over trying to hold her accountable for her POS boyfriend, you remember walking into the abandoned building...well, at least it looked abandoned. Then the next thing you knew, you were slipping on the wet floor and you guessed that you hit your head because everything went fuzzy after that.

You lean against one side of the cage and rub your temples. A low rumble comes from behind you and you scramble to the middle of the cage.

"Who's there?" You say.

"What are you doing here? Can't you read the 'No Trespassing' signs?" a gravley man's voice says.

You can't see anything. Your head shoots back and forth trying to see if there is anyone around. But all you see are shadows in this dim lighting.

"I'm sorry! I was looking for shelter from the storm. I had no where else to go." you say, sobbing as the memory of fighting with your mom comes flooding back in. You cannot believe she chose that abusive piece of crap over her own flesh and blood.

You see a man come into view. He's good looking. Sandy blonde hair, 6 ft, nice broad shoulders, and dressed in jeans and a flannel. When he comes into the light you gasp! His eyes are black. No hint of white anywhere in them. He crouches down.

"If shelter is what you seek, you can be my slave. Otherwise you can seek shelter elsewhere. I don't have time for freeloaders. Not with the way things are looking on the outside." he says. His eyes fading back to a normal look. His eyes are green and so beautiful. But his face is in a scowl. "Well? I don't have all day girl." Another rumble comes from him.

"Ok." You say with your head down. "It's gotta be better than what I had before and I'd rather not starve out there or get killed for the clothes on my back. What do you want from me? What would my duties be?" you ask. But he's already walking away

You sigh in frustration. You wish he would have brought you blanket or something. Sitting on the cage bars hurts. But after a few minutes a couple of men tip toe into the room. One of them is rediculously tall with brown shaggy hair. His mouth is missing and black stitches are in its place. Odd! The other man, in a trench coat and a suit. His eyes are pure white. He holds his finger up to his lips and whispers to you,

"Master has sent us to take you to your room. You are to eat and dress for the day. Everything you need will be in your room. Stay quite. Master doesn't like to be disturbed."

The tall one unlocks your cage and puts his hand out. His eyes are kind. You crawl toward him and let him help you out of the cage. You reach up to touch his lips and he flinches back, slapping your hand away. He makes a sign with his hand.

"He says no." says the man in a trenchcoat.

"I am so sorry," you whisper. "I was curious. Sometimes I can't help myself."

They both eye you and wave you on to follow them out of the room. The house is dark, but with the slight light that comes through the windows from the flashes of lightening, you can tell it's emaculate. The guys lead you into a room not far from the cage room. They push you into the room and close the doors behind you.

It has heavy, wooden, double doors. Inside are floor to ceiling windows, a clawfoot tub, and a bed big enough to sleep 10 people. Slave? It makes you start to wonder what kind of slave he wants you to be. You check the wardrobe. There are a few outfits you could do chores in, but there are also a few elegant gowns. You close the wardrobe and open a chest right next to it. It is full of lingerie. Your thoughts race and you cry. If he wanted you to be his sex slave, he had another thing coming. You close the chest and pull a tshirt from the wardrobe.

You walk over to the bathtub. There are towels, soaps, and oils. You find a lighter on the sidetable with all the provided essentials and light the candles that surround the tub. You fill it with warm water and oils. As you slide into the water and let it calm your tense muscles, you notice "master" outside your window in the rain. He has his arms crossed over his chest with one hand on his chin. He licks his lips, nods, and walks away.

You forgot to close the curtains, but didn't think you needed to. You can't remember if you locked the door. But your answer comes a few moments later when he walks through your door and stalks toward the tub. He starts to strip.

"Um, excuse you? What are you doing? Please get out, I'm naked and you have yet to give me answers." You say.

"Scoot forward. Take out your braid. I'm going to sit behind you. I'm aware that you are naked." You notice his eyes are black again. "Scoot. Now. I won't ask again."

Fear courses through you, but you scoot forward and make room as he climbs in and puts his legs on either side of you. "Take out your braid. Now." You do as he says. He takes a cup and washes your hair for you. His skillful hands massaging your scalp. You can't help but shiver and he rewards you with a chuckle. Once he is done he washes your back, again massaging any tension out of you. But then you feel him pull you into him, his cock pressing against your back. You tense again.

"Relax. I'm just washing you. I will not do anything with your human holes unless you beg me."

More with the oddness. But you relax and he washes your face and then moves down your neck to your chest. He lingers and circles your nipples. Heat immediatly spreads through your core and you let a moan escape on accident. He stills, smirks, and then continues with his torturous washing. After he has your panting, he moves from your breasts to your stomach. He gives you a minute to catch your breath. But then his mouth is on your neck. He kisses you and nips and then sinks his teeth into your shoulder. You cry out and his hand moves to your pussy. Your body is so confused from all the different feelings that you immediately orgasm as his hand rubs your clit.

He lets go of your shoulder but doesn't stop rubbing and whispers in your ear, "Slave didn't ask Master if she could cum. Now i'm going to have to punish you."

You almost can't take it anymore and he has your body shaking in the water. As another wave hits you, he slaps your breast with one hand. The sting sends your climax into overdrive and you can't breath. When you come down, he stops rubbing. He stands up and leaves you panting in the water.

You hear him clear his throat. You look up at him and he is wrapped in a towel, holding one up for you. "Get out. Time for your punishment." He grins from ear to ear and his eyes are still pitch black. You slink back into the water, crying and covering yourself. "Now. I will not ask again." he says.

You climb out and let him wrap you in the towel. He picks up a brush and starts brushing your hair. Once he has all the tangles brushed out, he braids your hair. For wanting to punish you, he sure is being attentive, you think. He grabs your arm and leads you to a bench at the foot of the bed. He sits and yanks off your towel. You immediately cover up but he scowls at you and so you shamefully drop your hands.

"You have such a beautiful body, no need to hide it. Now, lay across my lap, ass up. You deserve to be spanked." he says.

You look at him. "I don't see how I deserve to be spanked. You are the one that made me let you touch me. You assaulted my body and confused my head. I think I'm going to go to bed. You can leave." You cross your arms over your chest trying to be serious. He scared you too much, but you couldn't show that right now.

"You did not ask to orgasm. For that you get spankings. You agreed to be the slave did you not?" he says through gritted teeth.

"You didn't tell me what that entailed. Again, not my fault."

"I'm telling you now. My lap, now. Unless you want to be thrown out on your ass." he growls.

You uncross your arms and lay across his lap. "You are so damn frustrating. It's not that hard to communica..." you are cut off by a sharp slap to your rear. You hiss at him and he slaps you again. You dig your nails into his thigh with every slap. If he gets to punish you, then you would punish him. After a moment, the stings start to numb. And he can tell because you are no longer digging. You start to heat up again. He takes a large inhale and starts to rub your asscheeks. The warm touch feels amazing. But then his hand disappears and he slaps you on your sex. A wet sound reverberates off the empty walls and you let out a moan. Your hand flies up to your mouth. You cannot believe that turned you on!

"Someone likes her punishment." he says. His voice raspy with arousal.

You try to clear your head for a second. "What is your name, master?"

"Dean. Dean Winchester. What shall I call my little slave?"

"Rose. Will you tell me what you want me to do here? As your slave? Sir." You hear the smile in his voice and he rubs your bottom again.

"You will cook and clean for me. I will make sure you have everyting you need. And when I'm in the mood, you will let me use your body. In time, you will come to love it. Who knows? Maybe at some point, you will use me for mine. One can only hope." He slaps your sex again and you let out another moan. He really is starting to frustrate you, but what he is offering you sound better than being beaten to death or killed out in the world.

"Why are your eyes black?"

"Because I made a bad deal. But you know, I'm not even mad. This curse placed on me has been so much fun. Power courses through my veins! But it doesn't mean that I won't be good to you and fair. You will come to enjoy my company or fear it. Your choice." he answers.

"Ok. I accept your terms." you say. Your body tightening in surprise and your eyes rolling back in your head as he sticks his middle finger in to you and rubs you fast. Before you know it, you are screaming.

"Please! Please, master, can I cum!!!??"

He sticks his finger in your mouth. "Suck. Yes, you may my pet."

He flicks his finger just right inside of you and you shatter around his finger. Sucking on his finger you start crying again and your body convulses uncontrollably. He removes his finger and stops rubbing when you come down. He removes his finger from your mouth as well.

"I think it's time you show me the skill you have from your mouth. You've shown me how perceptive you can be in other places." He makes you sit up and removes his towel. Your eyes go wide. He is hard and his erection sits agains his belly. He rubs his shaft up and down. "Suck." he says.

Tears still rolling town your cheeks, you bend over and grab him. Taking him into your mouth and tasting his precum. You move him skillfully, rubbing your tongue over him. You feel him grow harder in your mouth, so you open your throat and cup his balls. He groans. You swallowing him all the way into your throat. He wasn't expecting it and grabs your hair, making sure you can't move. He shoots his load down your throat and your eyes burn as tears start to fall. You gag, not being allowed to inhale. He rips your head off him and you gasp. He pulls you flush to him and dips his tongue into your mouth. You don't fight him, you kiss him back passionately in hopes that he is done with you.

He pulls away and swats you on your sore ass. "Go to bed my pet. Tomorrow starts a brand new day."

He gets up and walks naked from the room. You stare at the door and break down. Sobs echo off the walls. Once you are all out of tears, you walk to the bathtub, drain it, and rinse it out. You walk to the bed, not even caring that you're naked and you crawl under the covers. Sleep takes over you immediatly and the world turns black.

[amour393]

WATCHING NS16

Episode 1 - A Sinister Shadow

WILDBRAIN HARUMI WILDBRAIN HARUMI WILDBRAIN HARUMI

She's so pretty omg

at least she knows that the overlord can't be trusted lol

HARUMI AND VANGELLIS PLOTTING YES

skfhsjdh #harumi was the vengestone buyer

HOLY CRAP JUST KNOWING THAT HARUMI WAS RIGHT THERE WHEN S13 STARTED

AND SEABOUND

🎶It was harumi all along 🎶

THE GREATEST VILLAIN IS THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY SHOOT ME

"Well, I needed enough players for my villainous volleyball team, of course." harumi I love you

"Are you serious?" "NO IM NOT SERIOUS" "Well its hard to tell with you sometimes!!!!" LLOYD 😭😭😭

"I'm a little frustrated and confused right now!!" 😭😭😭

The score omg

YOOOO THE GOLDEN WEAPONSSSSSS

"WHAT? I'm clearly trying to leave in a dramatic way!" STOP 😭😭😭 I LOVE THEM

The banter omg

"You once told me you never actually had feelings for me. That is was all just a trick. Maybe that's true. But my feelings for you were real." 🥺🥺🥺🥺

"THEN WHY DIDNT YOU COME FOR ME????!!!" "I did!!" AAAAAAAAAAHHHH

THE VOICE ACTING WHEN LLOYD IS LOOKING FOR HARUMI 😭😭😭😭 SAM VINCENT YOU LEGEND

"I searched through that rubble with my bare hands!" 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭 kill me it would hurt less

Overall thoughts: yeah this seasons is going to kill me, if it weren't so late at night I would already be sobbing quite loud :')

I will be writing fics. Lots and lots of fics

[self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2]

Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 01x16

Shadow

“Did he whisper about Honda Days? Save big money by buying a Honda” “Moral of the story: Buy an iPod - the battery lasts longer” “That must be really delayed effect on those shrooms” “That is NOT the moment to fumble your keys” “I like the level of paranoia, but that’s just being a woman in Chicago” “I vaguely remember this episode.” “Look at the brand new uniforms.” “I read the newspaper as MAN SLUT KILLER” “Why is Sam wearing a white undershirt? It looks hideous” “That is a really well-pressed collar for a fkn work uniform” laughed at the boob joke

“WHACK job” “gonna whack it” then laughed at his stupid joke

“So Dean is into the astrology stuff, eh? It’s important.” “I guess they have to know lunar cycles, too. Haha they’re tracking cycles” Spouse wants everyone to know that the look Dean makes at 7.19 is very important “I think they did this for the girlies” “I forgot about the astrology blood” “I was thinking that symbol might have been on Pink Floyd because they play guitar in that transition”

Spouse talked about Dean’s face for about 2 minutes (paused) at 7 mins 19secs of this episode.

Then 

Spouse liked the female bartender and forgot about Dean’s face

“Anything in common? They both have security systems; that wasn’t as common back then” “Speak of the devil. They missed opportunities with that kind of stuff.” “That’s a very frilly top” “Mass-a-choooooo-sets” “are you sorry, Meg?” “There are red flags everywhere. Why are you still talking to her Sam?” “Let’s kill him! Then lets hook up.” “5 5 5” “Scouts honor” “Sometimes people run into each other, dude. I’ve run into people all over the world.” “That’s a good joke, Dean” “I’m going to think with my Downstairs Brain” “Nooooo with an upward inflection. That’s a lie” “that’s fkn great dude” “Doesn’t some lady yell at Sam for being a pervert?” Laughed

“Nobody really says pervert anymore, at least, in our group” “Sam should have said not to kink-shame but only if it was being done consensually” “This one always trips me up, because Meg is the vessel. This one is a good one.” “Mannequins” 🎶FaceTime with blood🎶

“Sam is really creeping on how well she blows out candles. I’m talking about the pervert in the closet.” “breathe harder why don’t ya” “bro you’re just standing there. Take a picture; it’ll last longer” “don’t we see daddy in this episode? “Did Dean recently dye his hair? It seems darker.” “Ok we need to analyze this - Dean cleans a gun. Sam isn’t even cleaning the gun; he’s just looking at them. Just load ‘em and look at ‘em.”

“What is Dean putting on his wrist?” “papaya cactus - sounds kinda like what she’s saying”

“Wtf kind of choreography was that? Sam has a pistol, ran over, and great. Dean doesn’t make any sense, but whatever. They swapped guns, but why didn’t Dean raise the shotgun first? Why did they do that? Someone just said it looked good on TV and that was that.” “They had Sam turned up louder probably because he whispers so much so they had to overcompensate” 🎶she’s talking about sex🎶 not really lol

“Why are they always making Dean out to be the stupid one?” “She ain’t fkn around with a belt buckle like that” 🎶the boys are back in town🎶

“Splat” “That’s funny. Idk why” 🎶grippy socks vacation🎶 this is referencing the one I took about a year ago that we’ve been joking about

“Cunt” to John Winchester

“Look at that teary eyed bitch. Why????” “What do they call John’s type of jacket?” “John whispers more than Sam does” “You say you don’t have to worry about us but you just got baited to catch John in town?” “Sam still says yes sir? WTF?” “He just picked some random-ass motel room to creep on them and to say “Fuck it I gotta go again?””

🎶going to get fucked🎶

“Burning phosphorus or what? That’s supposed to a road flare but holy shit dude” “Bright enough to be a white phosphorus bomb” “It’s so much weirder without the music. Just imagine you look out the window and all you hear is the line and heavy breathing” “you’re beat to hell” said in a gruff man voice

“Is this Wolverine Dean?” “How do they not have scars all over their faces? Especially after all the shit Dean’s had happen to him?” Telling Spouse that fan artists give the Winchesters scars, tattoos, and smokes

“Spouse doesn’t think that the Winchesters don’t really smoke or do drugs since they have to be on max alert all the time” I pointed out that they drink all the time “yeah then idk” “SWIRL MARKS”

[melishade]

Hey! This is for that “Random Writer Questions” post you reblogged a little while ago. I wasn’t sure if that was another Ask Game or not.

If not, please ignore this. I’ll get the memo. 😅

Anyway, I’m really curious about 8 & 9. 🎶

I posted my own writing playlist a while back, so I’ve been wondering about what other people listen to while they’re putting a story together—if they listen to anything at all.

Oh, that was an ask game. Kind of bummed no one asked me those questioned initially, but-!

8. What songs do you listen to get in the writing mood?

The songs I'm listening to in order to get into the writing mood really depends on what type of scene that I'm trying to write. And even as I'm writing these scenes, I will picture the soundtrack in my head.

For example, actions scenes like Optimus and Megatron vs Reiner could be the same soundtrack used when Levi faces the Female Titan in the show. (The name is slipping my mind at the moment.) Sometimes another action scene might just be something that'll just really get me pumped. Like Fall Out Boy's Centuries.

Quieter moments like Optimus' confrontation with the Survey Corps about Bertholdt's death is slower music. The song that particularly came to mind when I was writing Optimus' own opinion about what to do next is Daniel Caesar's Streetcar.

I would picture it like this: Optimus sees the Survey Corps looking to him for a positive answer, or some reassurance on what to do next, but Optimus admits that he doesn't know. When he says "I wish I had a positive answer' in Grief, that's when 'Streetcar' starts to play in my head. And as the music plays and Optimus continues speaking to the Survey Corps, Megatron is setting up a burial site for Bertholdt.

I actually have a lot more songs planned for the 18 chapters I have left, specifically from 'The Paths I' onward. The songs I have planned for that, in no particular order:

Tessa - Steve Jablonsky (Extended Version)

Woodkid - Guns for Hire

Your World Will Fail - Les Friction

Light and Shadow - Hiroyuki Sawano feat. Gemie 

A Million Miles Away - Belle Soundtrack (English)

balance (mufasa interlude)

Bigger - Beyonce

What Could've Been - Sting

Rue's Farewell - Hunger Games Soundtrack

Guren no Yumiya- Amalee version

No Matter Where You Are - The Samuel Kim version

Attack on Titan OST - T-KT | Hiroyuki Sawano

I'm certain this is not all of the songs I picture for 'The Paths I' onward, but I will come up with a much more comprehensive playlist when I get to that point.

(BTW, The Paths I onward will destroy you emotionally. I promise you that.)

9. Do you have songs that you associate with certain characters?

I mean...Imagine Dragon's 'Enemy' can be applied to at least half of the characters in Attack on Titan. Let's be honest.

But I don't necessarily have a set song that I would associate with a certain character in Attack on Prime. Maybe a song for certain character moments, but a character, don't have a solid one. Which is unfortunate because I'm certain there are songs that would apply to certain characters in my story.

If you have certain songs that would apply to the characters in Attack on Prime, I'd be more than happy to hear, but I'm drawing up a blank.

(I do recommend giving some of those songs I've mentioned a listen to if you haven't yet. might give you an idea of what to picture in the future for Attack on Prime.)

[blood-autumn]

D2: Fucked honour but not conscience

-You should see her boobs! - while his potential client was delightfully nibbling on some student from all sides, the blond was rummaging through the pockets of his tobacco-soaked leather jacket for a crumpled packet of cheap cigarettes. Pulling out a paper casing, he greedily gulped it down, immediately slamming his palms into the pockets of his jeans, trying to find a lighter.

-And booty… - he lustfully continued, as if she were picturing the object of his adoration in front of him.

-Pussy! - after another failed attempt at lighting a cigarette, the smoker blurted out.

-He-he-he, her fingers haven't got to her yet," the client corrected cheekily.

-Go ahead, man… - his skinny interlocutor reacted indifferently, finally taking a long-awaited puff. - Or better yet, get the money," he exhaled a copious stream of tobacco smoke and felt a rush of unforgettable high. - I don't give a shit what drives your libido.

-Did you find it? - shivering with impatience, the client asked and choked on a stream of smoke.

-Inaccessibility is an illusion, you just have to know how to look for it,- he exhaled the rest of the tobacco and intuitively looked around to see if there was another "principled" weirdo hanging around the stairwell. - The first, money, - after briefly watching the client rummage around in his rucksack, he finally got his hands on some twisted banknotes. - Give me a second… - student carefully unfolded it and checked the authenticity of each paper thoroughly in the light. - That's all right," he said, and then he tucked the payment into the inside pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out a miniature bag. - You know you shouldn't shout about it on every corner, don't you?

-Of course, dude, - he said excitedly. - Listen, - after twirling the packet in his hands, the former client soon spoke less confidently. - Is this drug really as good as they say it is?

-Why I should know it? - having extinguished the bullock against the wall and made his mark on the history of local smokers, he also replied indifferently: - I‘m too busy for mixing drugs with alcohol and let alone push this mishmash of nothing on an unsuspecting girls.

🎶 Super Besse – Net nichego

-Peek-a-boo, what are you doing? - a young female voice echoed near the landing, deeply embedded in his memory by its pretentiously suave manner of speech. - Smoking's bad for you, - as soon as the majestic shadow towered over the client's body, he immediately curled up and fled.

-It's not against the law to fuck up lungs," he commented angrily on her reproachful remark, trying not to spew out all the bile he'd accumulated since their last confrontation. - All the more, it's not your jurisdiction," he finally came out into the light and came face to face with his standard of righteousness within the walls of this shit-house.

-Really?! - she was indignant. - What if you're still selling nude pictures?

The guy's palm involuntarily clenched into a hard fist, ready to punch his interlocutor.

-One way or the other, - the brown-haired woman added with her hands at her sides: - You‘re the only familiar correspondence student that‘s why I had to torture you with questions, - noticing his intrigue, she showed him some screenshots of cringe correspondence from her student chat room.

-Oh, what are you expected? - the blond man responded sarcastically to her shocking discovery. - They need They need something to keep them busy until the next session, and our historian is the least grey-haired teacher in uni (he means university).

-It‘s disgusting! - the girl's ardent thirst for justice reawakened. - Now they would argue about the existence of a wife, then they would look for her, and in the end, those buzzers would be in trouble.

-Emilia, - the guy said her name dryly, - we‘re buzzers too.

-They're the smoker's buzzers! - She blurted out gustily, muffled when she heard a heavy cough.

-What are you up to? - The guy asked, coughing at last, with a touch of curiosity.

-Of course, a preventive conversation," she said earnestly, convinced of the efficacy of her idea. - What's so funny?! - The young woman was immediately indignant when she heard his laughter.

-Give it to me," taking the smartphone from her hands, he began to swiftly rummage through the dialogue files and select a suitable photo for the realization of the planned mischief. - It's already too late to play games with them, - bringing the speaker to his lips, he asked the piece intellect to generate a famous American singer near the teacher. - They'll fall for it, I bet.

-Mark, - the young woman snatched the phone away and muttered unhappily. - Not all people are degenerates.

-Really?! - he pulled a miniature dictaphone out of his pocket. - You're caught by the hand like a cheapskate.

Contents of the diary

[jcmarchi]

Russia Lost Brand New Warship to Country With No Navy - Technology Org

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Russia Lost Brand New Warship to Country With No Navy - Technology Org

While Ukraine does have a Navy as a branch of its Armed Forces, it does not have any active ships. That is a simple truth. Ships that it did have were either destroyed or stolen by Russia after 2014. However, this does not stop Ukraine from destroying the Russian Black Sea navy.

Tsiklon and Askold in 2020. Tsiklon was commissioned on 12th of July 2023, Askold is yet to be commissioned. Image credit: Kremlin.ru via Wikimedia (CC BY 4.0)

On Saturday, November 4th, it was reported that yet another Russian warship was heavily damaged in Crimea. This time it was Askold – a brand new Karakurt-class corvette. It was parked by the southern shores of the occupied Crimea when it was hit by at least three missiles. It appears that these hits were not enough to actually sink the ship, but it is unlikely to enter service any time soon.

The Project 22800 Karakurt was publicly presented in 2015. It is a new class of small fast military ships, armed with automatic cannons and missiles, including 8 cells for Kalibr or Oniks anti-ship cruise missiles.

The building of the first Karakurt-class corvettes started in 2015 and the first one, Mytishchi (ex-Uragan), was commissioned in 2018. Russia plans to build 16 Karakurt corvettes and four of them are already active.

The Karakurt-class corvette is 67-metre long ship with a complement of 50-70 sailors. It is said that the top speed of these ships is 30 knots (56 km/h) and they have endurance for 15 days. They are not intended for long missions – corvettes in Russian Navy strategy are designed to act quickly and attack targets with guided missiles. On the other hand, Karakurt ships have a range of 4,600 km.

Construction of the Karakurt-class corvette Askold for the Black Sea Navy started in 2016. It was launched on 21 September 2021, but never entered service. It was probably pretty close to being commissioned when it was hit by a Ukrainian cruise missile strike on 4 November 2023 in the occupied Kerch.

👀 The moment of the explosion in Kerch, previously the rocket was shot down, but it fell and exploded over the docks.

🛳️ The Project 22800 “Karakurt” are being built there. pic.twitter.com/keVVnq94XX

— MAKS 23 👀🇺🇦 (@Maks_NAFO_FELLA) November 4, 2023

Witnesses say that Askold was hit by at least three missiles. We can guess that they were the British Storm Shadow cruise missiles, although some other options are available for the defenders of Ukraine. It is likely that Askold was saved by the fact that it was not armed – no ammunition could detonate on it. In the same attack the Zalyv Shipbuilding yard, Kerch, was damaged too.

There is a better video of the attack too:

Here that’s better.

You’re Askold as ice, you’re willing to sacrifice our love. You never take advice, someday you’ll pay the price, I know.

🎶😎 pic.twitter.com/9iPHn4kuJO

— NOELREPORTS 🇪🇺 🇺🇦 (@NOELreports) November 6, 2023

Ukrainian attacks on Russia’s Black Sea navy assets are impressive. Of course, the destruction of the flagship Moskva was an unbelievable achievement both symbolically and strategically.

Then there were numerous landing ships and other ships that were destroyed or damaged by cruise missile and surface drone attacks. Ukraine even attacked a Russian submarine – on 13 September 2023 Rostov-na-Donu was damaged in a dry dock by Storm Shadow missiles.

Written by Povilas M.

Sources: MAKS 23 Twitter, Wikipedia

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[tjodity]

⌛💔❌🎶🎢

AGH HI I SAW THAT YOURE DOING THE ASK GAME

THANK YOU!!

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

Ough. At least a few weeks if not several months to get something out. The contributing factors to this are mainly periods of no motivation and also a lot of retweaking/rewriting things. I have at least twelve individual documents for my longest fic, all containing various versions/segments of it in various states.

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

Not yet! I do have some very sad scenes planned though! Two of my fics, Defcon 4 and Rail Switch, were originally going to feature bleaker segments but I cut them in favor of a shorter and happier work :]

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

In terms of broadscale fanfiction tropes, I think most have at least some merit if applied correctly. In terms of DSMP specific tropes I've got a few. I don't think I'll ever write Phil being related to Techno or Tommy, it just too dramatically changes their relationship to how I view it otherwise. Pure villain Schlatt is also one I'm not too fond of, though he is undeniably pretty fucked up during the Manberg arc. Pure villain anyone is not a trope I'm too fond of, actually. Schlatt is becomes a bad guy in a bad situation as a narrowing shadow of his former self, Nihachu did/tried to do terrible things after reaching a point of desperation and anger from years of fighting a seemingly pointless battle for shattered ideals, ARG!Guqqie (DSMP adjacent) had anything good in their life taken away when they were killed by Aimsey and have since become this being fueled by a hatred so enormous it spans multiple universes in scope, even Dream I wouldn't describe as a 'pure villain'. He's morally bankrupt and his intentions are extremely malicious, but he's not flat, he's not causing harm purely for the sake of causing harm, and he notably has more humane traits he forcibly suppresses as his arc continues

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

I listen to the entire Lovejoy discography on loop while I write anything! I don't know why this works so well, but it stemmed from listening to Your City Gave Me Asthma.

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

Definitely To Turn Your Back on Mother Nature! I'm not even very far in and I've already had six POV characters (including the chapter I'm currently writing! Without spoiling specifics, I've already planned out a funeral, several resurrections, a literal employment of Chekov's Gun, the apocalypse, at least three major character deaths, and possibly a marriage!