#by the puppeteers' feet. see? just like that you paint a picture

[outlying-hyppocrate]

does anyone ever just casually have the most violently disgusting intrusive thoughts that make you absolutely sick to your stomach or (:

[r3dmooon]

Behind Your Screen — Wally Darling x gn! human! reader

summery: Strange things keep popping up on your computer. Soon you find out it's all because of a strange entity!

tw: some creepy things are alluded to, but it's all vague.

a/n: I had so much fun writing this. Wally is kicking his feet while drawing for you. He is not yandere!!!!

wc: 0.8k

Master List

❥Wally was bored, watching people come and go. They’d check out the website, sometimes look at his little doodles, then leave. It honestly made him sad. Did no one want to be his friend? The messages in the guestbook said otherwise but they didn’t come back. 

❥Then you came around. At first, you seemed like the rest. After looking around the website you closed the tab. But then you came back. He didn’t get his hopes up, as others have come back for a second glance too. But this time he couldn’t help but admire you. You were so focused, scrolling and looking through the details of the website.

❥You came back more often, he wasn’t sure why. Who was he to ask questions? He finally got the friend he’s been longing for. It was so lonely where he was after all…

❥He found out that he could leave you little drawings, and it became his favorite pastime! He couldn’t feel more delighted drawing you with him and his friends all hanging out. Oh if only those dreams could be a reality…he didn’t want to think about what happened to his friends. No, not when you’re there to make everything better!

❥When you got the first drawing, you were confused. You didn’t really use ms paint…and you didn’t remember drawing this anyways. Yes, you’ve become enraptured in this rediscovered puppet show called Welcome Home. And yes…you did check out the website, just to see if anything changed…and you may have created fan content for the show…

❥All in all, you decided to pass it off as something you made without remembering. It was a cute drawing. It was you with the cast members on a picnic. You couldn’t help but keep it in a special folder on your desktop. 

❥But then another one popped up the next day. The picture was of you and Wally smiling, text over it read ‘You're the absolute most friend’. 

❥Your heart dropped. That catchphrase was quite familiar. In fact…that was on one of the valentine’s day artworks for Wally. You quickly booted up the website, just to double check. As you found it, you took a deep breath. Maybe you tiredly drew this one too? I mean…what else could it be? But something in your gut told you that it was someone else. A hacker? Stalker? 

❥No, no you're just overthinking this. Little did you know, Wally was watching your reaction with the happiest grin he’s had in such a long time. He hopes his little drawings make you as happy as you make him. 

❥This kept happening, but you refused to bring up your concerns since nothing else had happened. Only those strange…I suppose endearing drawings. If anything, it made you even more interested in the wacky children's show. You read more thoroughly through the characters descriptions, and found the concerning hidden messages in parts of the website. 

❥All the drawing had one common theme. Wally was always by your side. Didn’t matter what scenario, or who else you were ‘hanging out’ with, he was always there. If the drawings alone didn’t creep you out, the fact that Wally in all the drawings was staring at you, and not drawing you felt unsettling. 

❥It all changed when one day your notes app was opened along with another drawing. The picture was of you and Wally hugging, the notes app saying: ‘Do you like hugs, friend?’ 

❥You slammed your computer shut, fear running through your veins. What the hell was that? 

❥Wally’s little felt heart hurt as your face left his view suddenly. Did he come off too strong? He was just excited to get to interact with you in another medium. He got so happy that he couldn’t help but write the first thought that came to mind.

❥Your presence has become a comfort to him. With everything that has happened and is happening…it was nice to look forward to his meetings with you. You seemed like such a nice person. He wished he could be with you…but the thumping that surrounded him reminded him that that would always just be a fantasy. 

❥The next time you opened your computer, you felt a little guilty. The notes app was still open, this time it said ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you friend.’ You still felt anxious, but the guilt overpowered that. It wouldn’t hurt to interact…would it? Maybe it’s some weird AI chatbot that…you didn’t know. Just hoped it wasn’t a hacker messing with you.

❥Not sure how you were supposed to interact, you decided to reply back in the notes app. ‘Who are you?’

❥That’s when you learned that Wally was somehow in your computer? Able to access your computer? You weren’t completely sure, he was vague when answering where he was. You felt like you were going a bit crazy…I mean c’mon, the logic made no sense. But a feeling deep in your gut told you this was all real. You weren’t being fooled, you weren’t being hacked, the main character of an old 70’s children show was talking to you.

❥Over time, you two became closer. In fact, you started to find Wally quite charming and cute. He would continue drawing you cute pictures and you would keep him company. 

❥If only you two could live in a fairytale, happily ever after…

[troxlerfx]

Okay, please tell me about Oswald. Crumbs, even. The tiniest crumbs.

ha!! hello!! thank you!! here's a few cookies!! 🍪🍪🍪

-his government name is Oswald Fell

- he was likely born in 1918, so he's estimated to be 51 (as pictured in the sketch) in 1969. he doesn't talk about any family or anything at all prior to 1965, it's like he just stepped into the world

- he's 5 feet tall (152cm) but people always remember him as being taller for some reason. it's a surprise every time

- he wears a lot of colorful makeup & detailed clothing & often has bits of yarn worked into his hair. he might show up with flower petals or beetle wings plastered on as accents, or with his entire face painted bright red with magenta eyeshadow & yellow-lined blue lips like a Warhol Marilyn screenprint & no one would question any of this. a living art exhibit all the time!! despite how unusual he is, people sometimes have trouble remembering what he looks like. he usually wears intricately decorated gloves; if he is operating Wally, his visible hand is gloved

- he's a bit of a polymath with a broad range of obscure skills. he appears spacey & eccentric but is actually very organized. always has everything under control. on paper he is the the art director, & he also performs the character of Wally & operates the puppet, which he built (he did not build the others.) he employs wranglers to build & maintain them, one per puppet/character. Wally also has one:

- Wally's wrangler/Oswald's 'executive personal assistant' accompanies them to public appearances cloaked & masked in a black velvet shroud & does not speak or acknowledge anyone, & in fact a lot of people don't notice this individual at all unless the assistant is directly interacting with Oswald or the puppet. there are in-character code phrases that Wally can speak to summon the assistant without drawing too much attention.

- this is a little more than he 'd be likely to reveal, but, meta knowledge is fun - Oswald sees Wally as a projection/distillation of his ideal self, & prefers to speak to people through him.

- Oswald sans Wally is very quiet & reserved unless he is on camera, he only seems to interact well with cameras/The Audience in a broken-fourth-wall sort of way. otherwise he is just quietly observing & may not even speak loudly enough to be heard.

- strange things seem to happen in his presence, but no one quite remembers what they are. people who encounter or work with him have a dim sense of unease or a pervasive feeling that they *should* be unsettled, and some idea that something happened to cause this, but if asked, they would not be able to explain it...

[bianca-alexander88]

Manic Pixie Dream Girl Says

Have you heard this record?

Manic Pixie Dream Girl says.

Let me save you with this record.

Let me put the headphones on for you,

and watch me smile while you listen. Hear that?

That’s the sound of you becoming a better person.

I’m gonna paint a picture of a bird

on your beige wall without your permission

and you’re gunna love it.

And you thought you hated birds.

See me, encouraging you to take risks?

Manic Pixie Dream Girl wants you to do

something you’ve never done before.

Like smile, or go swing-dancing.

You wanna know my name?

You never call me by it anyway.

If I had to guess, it would probably be a season

or after a dead actress who you loved as a child.

But this isn’t about me, this is about you

and your cubicle job, your white bedroom,

your white Honda, your white mother.

Manic Pixie Dream Girl says,

I’m going to save you.

Don’t worry, you are still the lead role.

This is your love story,

about the way I teach you to live.

Everything they know about me

they will learn when it is projected onto you.

Watch the way you pick up my bad habits

and make them look good.

Manic Pixie Dream Girl talks too much,

says bad words out loud

and cries at commercials.

That makes me a funny woman, right?

The kind people like to laugh at?

It’s easy to root for you when I act like this —

so disagreeable, such a manic dream.

Dream Girl, your almost broken accessory.

Manic Pixie Dream Girl says

let’s play make believe with my body.

I’ll be a vintage dress with an empty prescription bottle.

Good girl, just bad enough.

A burp and a curtsy.

Let me be not too pretty, hair fried from all that pink dye.

Sex when you need it, puppet when you’re bored.

Let me build myself smaller than you,

Let me apologize when I get caught

acting bigger than you.

Let me always wait for this, let me work for this.

The convenient thing about being a magical woman

is that I can be gone as quickly as I came

and when you are a whole person

for the first time, the movie is over.

Manic Pixie Dream Girl doesn’t go on,

there’s no need for her anymore.

Manic Pixie Dream Girl is too dream girl

and you just woke up.

Once, I told you I was afraid of my father

and for a moment, I looked so human.

The audience lost interest.

You saw the crow’s feet at the sides of my eyes

and a small chip on my front tooth.

I looked just like everyone else.

— Olivia Gatwood

[gonetrio]

manic pixie dream girl - olivia gatwood

manic pixie dream girl says, "have u heard this record?"

manic pixie dream girl says, "let me save you with this record."

let me put the headphones on for you, and smile while you listen.

cut to your point of view, watch me smile while you listen!

hear that?

that's the sound of you becoming a better person.

i'm gonna paint a picture of a bird on your beige wall without your permission, and you're gonna love it.

and you thought you hated birds.

see me? encouraging you to take risks?

manic pixie dream girl wants you to do something you've never done before.

like go swing dancing, or smile.

you wanna know my name?

you never call me by it anyway.

if i had to guess, it would probably be a season or after a dead actress who you loved as a child.

but this isn't about me,

this is about you and your cubicle job,

your white bedroom,

your white honda,

your white mother.

manic pixie dream girl says, "i'm going to save you."

says, "don't worry, you are still the lead role.

this is your love story, about the way i teach you to live."

everything they know about me, they will learn when it's projected onto you.

watch the way you pick up my bad habits and make them look good.

manic pixie dream girl talks too much.

says bad words out loud and cries at the commercials.

that makes me a funny woman right?

the kind people like to laugh at?

it's easy to root for you when i act like this.

so disagreeable, such a manic dream,

dream girl.

your almost broken accessory.

manic pixie dream girl says "let's play make believe with my body.

i'll be a vintage dress and an empty prescription bottle.

good girl, just bad enough,

a burp and a curtsy.

let me not too pretty, hair fried from all that pink hair dye,

sex when you need it,

puppet when you're bored,

let me build myself smaller than you.

let me apologize when i get caught acting bigger than you.

let me always wait for this.

let me work for this."

the convenient thing about being a magical woman is,

that i can be gone as quickly as i came.

and when you are a whole person for the first time,

the movie is over.

manic pixie dream girl doesn't go on.

there's no need for her anymore.

manic pixie dream girl is too 'dream girl',

and you just woke up.

once, i told you i was afraid of my father,

and for a moment,

i looked so human,

the audience lost interest.

you saw the crows feet at the sides of my eyes,

and a small chip in my front tooth.

i looked just like everyone else.

[silveme]

i will admit that since im mobile-only i cant actually read the playlist description BUT, i can very clearly tell characters/themes sections , and that some sections made me laugh out loud when certain songs would play, like specifically, hitting us with back to back songs that make made me laugh way harder than i probably should have been laughing, memorably,

Puppet Boy immediately followed by Under My Skin, so meaaan to them

the one-two punch of fuck my boss and da biggest bird.........

the combo of Just The Two Of Us and Thats Life,

the man who sold the world. BACK FROM THE DEAD STRAIGHT OUT THE CASKET RISING UP OPEN UP YOUR EYES CANT YOU SEE ME WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

the cars themed songs, ejsus fucking ..

starting out with a man without love is Perfect ... the first four songs paint such a picture like thr opening of a film except the fourth song is camel by camel of all things,

heaven knows im miserable now. i was looking for a job and then i found a job. making plans for nigel. then ghost.

i can go on (which would be me continuing to state the obvious) but im not planning on editing this ask once i type it out so (sweating) im so sorry....

there are some fantastic choices you can kinda tell who listens to what via vibes , even though obviously no i couldnt actually figure out that marc listens to will smith. but there is a VERY clear switch between steven music, marc music, jake music, plot music, setting music, show mystery atmosphere music, etc. even their mercenary background,

this is only somewhat related to the playlist, but i didnt realize that My Way Of Life was the song that jake was playing in the last scene, and then when you put frontier psychiatrist in there, did yoy know that that song is sampled in there. the That Boy Needs Therapy song. sampling the song that was playing when jake makes his appearance at khonshu's behest, a song that is all in one an admission of defeat, a prayer, and a claim. can i speak to the directors was this on purpose (shaking someone wildly by the shoulders)

your sense of humor shines through the entire thing even from the photo and the GET THE FRIES title reference which im still laughing to myself about it like an idiot and as i finished the playlist i was thinking to myself like. Thats it, Thats The Whole Show 👍👍 We've Covered Literally Everything yknow i marathoned this playlist but this playlist is so long that by the time i hit the end of the playlist after marathoning it i was driving home from work free bird'ing down the highway like I DID IT ... WHAT AN EXPERIENCE...

Yeeeesssssss

YEEEEESSSSSSSSSS

YOU GET ITTT

literally kicking my feet in the air giggling and silently screaming while reading this THANK YOU!! AND YES IT IS THE PERFECT PLAYLIST TO MARATHON I ALWAYS PUT IT ON WHILE WORKING. Also good to know that everyone else can’t see the description on mobile too, damn I thought I was doing something wrong. it goes like this “We’ll need the energy in the coming days…THE ULTIMATE MOON KNIGHT PLAYLIST In order: miscellaneous, Marc, Steven, Jake. I’m always updating and curating this! Also check out my Layla playlist”

Followers who don’t care about the best moon knight playlist ever pls scroll now or forever hold your peace cause I’m about to wig out✌️

This whole playlist is very much my personal music taste both old and new so I’m so glad other people love it too. Like I’m 20 and I’ve been listening to some of these songs since middle school (and one since elementary school….”awoken” LOL) and some is my more recent music taste

So anyway without further ado, here is some of my personal favorite moments on the playlist, I’ll try to keep it in order, strap in.

MISCELLANEOUS

• Nutcracker suite Arabian dances: im very much a classical lover as you can probably tell by now but this has always been my favorite classical piece. It’s just sooooo “I’m tired and injured and trudging through the desert under the light of the full moon. I’m exhausted but I have to keep going” love itttttt

• Leopard: this song is literally always switching up!! Just like moon knight lol. One moment it’s sad and slow, next moment it’s anxious and fast, and then it’s smooth and chill. Need I say more.

MARC

• Back from the dead: “BLOW, YA TAKIN 2 SHOTS TO YA CHEST”

• Hunter: this one is very special to me cause it’s probably my favorite song of all time at the moment. It’s sort of the same deal with the nutcracker suite where it’s like you just have to keep on marching and do what you can to survive cause there’s not really a home you can go back to. It feels lonely, ghostly, desolate, and steadfast. So marc and so knightly. “I tried to organize freedom- you sussed it out didn’t you? You could smell it so you left me on my own, to complete the mission, now I’m leaving it all behind.” Very him and Khonshu am I right or am I right. HES GOING HUNTING. HES THE HUNTER!

• Pluto: this is a more recent addition, it’s just so visceral and violent. Like Marc! I also specifically added the live version with the strings cause it sounds so much moreee. Unhinged? Enraged? “Excuse me, I just have to explode this body” “I’ll wake up tomorrow brand new, a little tired, but brand new” just like going to bed as maRC AND WAKING UP AS STEVEN CMONNNNNN

• Dirty Harry: mercenary days marc moment

• mercure scene 1, la nuit: same thing as nutcracker suite and hunter. WE GOTTA KEEP MOVING EVEN THO WE’RE SO TIRED

• Off with his head: middle school classic of all time to me. It’s so “ugh. Gotta kill all these people to sate this ancient gods will. Sorry, I promise I don’t want to 😬”

• Awoken: relistening to old mlp fandom songs I used to love when I was little and then realizing one of them fit Marc Spector of all characters actually incredibly well felt like unearthing an ancient cursed relic. I literally still cannot believe it

• All the Will Smith songs: Marc speeds on the highway when he drives. And when he does, he’s blasting this. Also he doesn’t like any other musician besides will smith. He has literally had the exact same music taste since 1997 #comfortmusic

• Get out of my house: MARC IS THE HOUSE.

• All the love: the phone calls. THE PHONE CALLS. Did I mention the phone calls? The sighs too UGH. I’m imagining Marc coming back to that storage locker and listening to all the voicemails Steven had left him thinking he was calling their mom. Also am I crazy thinking the last “good night” sounds EXACTLY like Steven?

• Sandpaper kisses: “your gonna a leave her. You have deceived her. Just a girl, with featherweight curls” Layla 😭

• The moon/ Awake: EVERY. LYRIC. HITS. It fits the relationship between him and Steven amazingly. “When sins of sons to fathers come, too heavy is the weight. THE SPIRIT SPLIT IN TWO” <- when I heard that while looking for songs to add to this playlist my jaw dropped. ITS TOO REAL

STEVEN

• Ok let’s go: the moon/ awake to ok let’s go is the transition from Marc to Steven. It’s basically Steven being like “is this too much to take? That’s ok, I’ll take it from here” like he’s there to put Marc’s pieces back together after everything. It’s stevens introduction bc that’s his purpose after all. He’s picking up where Marc left off

• Diary: Goldfish problem vibes. “Dear diary, What a day it’s been. Dear Diary, it’s been just like a dream” “at night I can’t sleep, I toss and turn” also the guy is British so that’s a plus

• the miku song (I can’t type Japanese) : Steven grant anime opening. He’s running late to work with toast in his mouth

• COUNT THOSE FREAKS: literally episode 2. Mr knight vs that jackal vibes

• Sinking feeling, Only dreaming: I’m gonna lump these 2 together cause they have the same gist. Steven realizing that he isn’t completely alone and those strange occurrences and dreams are much much much more than they seem. His life is a lie! Poor man’s being put through the mental ringer.

• Linger a while: It’s just so british sounding you know what I mean? It’s so Steven nervously plodding along

•Oivomaintnt: steven grant walking simulator

• Wake up ( it’s 1984): “two worlds apart, BUT SO!! CLOSE!!!!!!”

• Is anybody here?: ohhhhohhh so Steven. Everything abt it is so perfect but here’s my fav lyrics “I left my soul exposed to frail hands who hold my fate up in the air.” Aka khonshus spindly witch fingers. “Waking in the afternoon, a captive in a passive tomb, moments turn to long Decembers, stoking fires from dying embers. I try To move a limb, but there's a disconnect within. A devil in the alchemy. A phantom staring back at me.ITS YOUUUUU” disassociation moment. He is quite literally slipping out of consciousness and losing days or even months of time. Also….a phantom….OR A SPECTOR

• Steal away: ok I lied this is the one song that’s based off vibes. It’s just Steven what can I say

• It only takes a moment, somethin stupid, might tell you tonight: HES FALLING IN LOVE FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME 😭😭😭

• Ghost: Steven being like “hey maybe actually not being alone isnt so bad :)” again, a ghost….OR A SPECTOR! Ehhhhhh? ;D

JAKE

• you belong to me: Marc and Steven may be free, but Jake? mmmm not so much :/ wherever they go, whatever they do, he still belongs to Khonshu.

• What you won’t do for love: “I guess you wonder where I’ve been”

• Desalento: I don’t speak Portuguese so I don’t exactly know what this song is about but it’s just so Jake vibes. Esp near the end

• The most cursed hands/ who am I: first part is cool but disregard it. The real reason why I added it is at the very end. “Who am I? Just a gambler, holding aces in the devil's eyes. What is wrong? What's the sin? Where's the answer? Where the hell do I fit in? Or could it be, there's just a little demon lost in the debris? And I, should idly bide my time until a wager releases me” cmonnnn that is so good. Where does jake fit in in all this? Steven and Marc are already a team but Jake is disconnected from them, where does he go in the story? Also the little demon lost in the debris is KHONSHU, they thought they defeated him but heyyyy he’s still there just in secret now. And what can Jake do but follow his orders till he’s released! “It can’t remain unknown” his existence can’t stay hidden forever! Also the vibes at this part are just so suave and Jakey.

• how I could just kill a man: marc and steven are soooo free and don’t have to do shit anymore but guess who’s left to do all the dirty work now? JAKE! And he’s pissed! “When your up on the hill in your big home, I’m out here riskin my dome”

• Vroom Vroom: obligatory

• Tardigrade song: Jake lockley is one tough son of a bitch. He can take pretty much everything you throw at him, since that is literally his purpose. He wakes up after years of hibernation, kicks ass in the most inhospitable conditions imaginable, then goes to sleep again. Just like a tardigrade!

• We fly high: I have this image in my head of Jake rolling up to an avengers meeting and you can hear this from the parking lot blasting in the moon knight mobile before he gets out and slams the door. They’re all looking down at him from the window like “ughhhh who invited that guy” “not me” “me neither” “I think he just invited himself” *door bursts open* “eyyyy fugeddaboutit” It’s like his theme song to me, it’s what plays when he rolls up into frame wearing sunglasses. He’s just balling. Simple as. Steven: ouch! He bit me!😰 Jake: no I didn’t 😎😏

Freebird: and what a perfect way to end the playlist. Wow look you made it way to go, now let’s make our car do flips and donuts in the avengers office parking lot 🥳🙌

Sorry if that was too much, I always think about these when I listen to it which is still fairly often. I’ve never gotten to discuss these things with anyone! Delighted to hear that you enjoyed it!!!!! Hope it helped you discover some really amazing songs. THANK YOU!!!!!!! 💕

[sundefeaterlou]

when you get this you have to answer with 5 things u like about yourself, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) ♡

WHY DO I NEVER GET ANY NOTIFICATIONS ON THIS HELLSITE? HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN SITTING HERE? God ?? 10 things I like about myself ??? fbdbsjklbfdjks uh

I have just a ton of freckles that never completely go away, including one very tiny one near the center of my right palm. Sometimes the Child wants to have freckles like me, so I call this palm freckle the 'freckle stamp' and just bop her all over until she's laughing.

My hair is turning a silvery white color in places. I hated this, especially when it first started a couple years ago, but last year I decided, y'know - fuck it. I've always thought characters with dual colored and graying hair were super cool, now I am one.

My memory for music is pretty great! The other day I turned on Hairspray for the first time in a few years and was shook by how much of it I remembered. I can sort of ?? Hear it ??? In my head? Idk if that makes sense. It's sort of like I can just turn Youtube on in my brain and rock out.

I won't do work I consider sub-par for someone else. Sometimes this can just bite me in the ass, but like... anything worth doing is worth doing correctly, I guess, especially when it's a token for someone else. I spent about a week renovating my old dresser set for my cousin last fall: replacing the hardware, stripping, sanding, painting, polishing. It was a massive pain in my butt, but giving her something nice to call her own felt really important to me.

Mm uh. I can find compassion for most creatures, even those I don't personally like. Except for moths and grasshoppers, fuck those guys.

To quote the child: I am "soft, squishy, comfy like a pillow". Everyone likes snuggling on me.

dsnflksdlkdnfl this is so hard? My creativity, but specifically for like... child based things. I enjoy making little stories and puppets and props for kids. I made a homemade felt board for Goldilocks once, including figures, and it was a blast using them to create new stories for the kiddo.

I'm excited over every child, plant, animal, and cool rock I see. Tiny dog in the next car over? Fuck yeah. Cool stone? I'm taking a picture and sending it to fifteen people. Plant? SNIFF IT. Just an endless enthusiasm for stuff that comes out of nowhere. I spent an hour in Lowe's the other day just wandering around the garden section.

I have a way with animals, by which I mean I respect the hell out of them. I will not distract your dog. I will lift a mini trampoline over my head to rescue a stuck cat. I am the queen of chickens.

I'm only 4 ft 11 so I can fit into some small places, which is fun. Being unable to put my feet on the floor is annoying, but I can walk under open cabinets, curl up on exactly one couch cushion, and hide under my bed. You know who thinks of looking for a grown ass adult under a bed? No one. I am the hide and seek champion.

[thevintagegossip]

Depressions Hyper-focus:

Good morning

You know what’s killing me today

The urge to feel like I’ll be enough someday

To convince the doubters I’m doing my best

That my best is more than enough

And enough is believing the own words I say

Fingers circling around my coffee cup

Contemplating if the world is worth the stay

Questioning if the efforts I’ve vomited into others

Will reveal me one day

Smiling through the steam and stir of stick

Analyzing my breathe as it cuts thick

through the silence of the room I’m sitting in

Am I as loud as I think I am?

Or does the pounding of my heart make my brain hyper focus on my chest

Drawn to every sound and shift

I am starting to spin again

Sitting in a chair suctioned to the floor

But I am looking for any door to run out of

One that will lead me to bliss

I really hate mornings like this

Arguing with my mind before I can even clock in

Feeling tired even though I marked 8 hours of sleep

The feeling of defeat weighing on my feet

I’m at a loss for words

I start to origami the walls around me

creating a box to sit in

Protect emotions and build my own underground den

If I speak up now they’ll use it as power

They as in the consistent bodies i don’t know how to remove from around me

The ones cheering feeding me sugar when really it’s gasoline

I’m usually good with expressing

Until the gaslight and nightlight are on fire

Puppet of a moth being drawn to a flame

I just want them to stop calling me insane

I’ve painted all these pretty pictures for them

Can’t they realize my name ?

That I don’t want to dance with the past anymore

I don’t want to hold rage

Breaking pieces of myself off to feed them holy bread

Bleeding myself into a cup they call wine

I want to create something special

Worth more than a one night stand

Or around of applause for my efforts

I want my soul to dance inside me with dreams

No more dimmed lights because street lights is my aesthetic

Only being loved in my dark

I’m a fucking sunrise

One they could watch every morning and say it’s the best one yet

I don’t want to walk on eggshells to feel like I’m not blocking exits

To feel I’m finally out of the way

I want to feel like my existence adds something great

That who I am is okay

And not just okay like I’m dealt with

But okay I can’t wait to see you till the next day

Okay I really want you to stay

Okay

I’d never ask you to change.

[b---l-u--e]

MANIC PIXIE DREAM GIRL

Have you heard this record? Manic Pixie Dream Girl says, Let me save you with this record. Let me put the headphones on for you, and smile, while you listen; cut to your point of view

watch me smile while you listen. Hear that? That’s the sound of you becoming a better person.

I’m gonna paint a picture of a bird on your beige wall without your permission and you’re gonna love it. And you thought you hated birds. See me, encouraging you to take risks? Manic Pixie Dream Girl wants you to do something you’ve never done before. Like smile, or go swing-dancing.

You wanna know my name? You never call me by it anyway.

If I had to guess, it would probably be a season or after a dead actress who you loved as a child.

But this isn’t about me, this is about you and your cubicle job, your white bedroom

your white Honda, your white mother. Manic Pixie Dream Girl says, I’m going to save you

says, Don’t worry, you are still the lead role. This is your love story, about the way I teach you to live.

Everything they know about me they will learn when it is projected onto you.

Watch the way you pick up my bad habits and make them look good.

Manic Pixie Dream Girl talks too much says bad words out loud and cries at the commercials.

That makes me a funny woman, right? The kind people like to laugh at?

It’s easy to root for you when I act like this– so disagreeable, such a manic dream.

Dream Girl, your almost broken accessory. Manic Pixie Dream Girl says

Let’s play make believe with my body.

I’ll be a vintage dress with an empty prescription bottle, good girl, just bad enough

a burp and a curtsy,

let me be not too pretty hair fried from all that pink dye

sex when you need it puppet when you’re bored, let me build myself smaller than you,

let me apologize when I get caught acting bigger than you. Let me always wait for this, let me work for this.

The convenient thing about being a magical woman is that I can be gone as quickly as I came

and when you are a whole person for the first time, the movie is over

Manic Pixie Dream Girl doesn’t go on, there’s no need for her anymore Manic Pixie Dream Girl is too dream girl and you just woke up. Once, I told you I was afraid of my father and for a moment, I looked so human

the audience lost interest you saw the crow’s feet at the sides of my eyes

and a small chip on my front tooth. I looked just like everyone else.

Manic Pixie Dream Girl by Olivia Gatwood

[peteyprecious616]

Written in the lines

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x avenger!reader

Summary: Bucky starts to take up a new hobby...drawing. He thinks his drawing is not good enough for you to see. But you think it's beautiful.

Word count: ~2.9k

A/N: I finally wrote a Bucky fic. For how much I talk about him to my friend, I struggle with writing him. I did this for @pellucid-constellations writing challenge! It was actually my first writing challenge ever so I'm really excited to be apart of it! This was also my longest fic i've wrote ever.

Warnings: Just Bucky's sad past really. but don't worry some fluff will come soon enough :)

Let me know how I did! :)

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He was always the practical one. Steve saw beauty wherever they walked in downtown Brooklyn. The city's streets were covered in piles of trash and dust during the war. He picked out the little intricate details next to them.

Bucky encouraged Steve to go to college. Since he couldn't join the war, he could show strength through his drawings. Sitting in the alleyway after they helped Steve's ma clean up after dinner, he would stare at the city lights. The crowds of people stumbled to the nearest bar to distract themselves from the sorrow that the daily news rang in.

The humble guy drew the livelihood of the city through his scraggly, thin fingers. Bucky would be across the street, sitting outside the speakeasy, waiting for this pal to join him and the girls for a drink.

He usually never did but he could live that experience himself through his artwork.

Back then, Bucky never saw interest in art. He was a straightforward, "getting his hands in the dirt" kind of guy. When Steve dragged him to the art museum, he would read the signs, he would listen to his friend babble on about the details or the perceptions about each painting but thought he was crazy. Steve and Bucky had two different ideas of beauty.

The Winter Soldier lost his perception of beauty when Hydra stole anything that even had a small glimpse of the concept from him.

His combed back hair was ratty and tangled from all-day fighting with Hydra agents. His smooth skin, now marred with ugly, veiny reminders of his controlled life. His body screamed pain and agony whenever anyone saw him. Especially when he had to look at himself in the mirror.

There was nothing beautiful about what happened to him. So why even believe that it even existed?

The spotty memories of his past, good or bad, were now gone. He did not see the point of getting them back. He was a puppet, used to destroy and steal beauty from others. The world was a cruel place that Hydra believed did not deserve happiness.

And that mantra was ingrained in his skull and the scars of his metal arm. Voiced through the agonizing screams that fell from his mouth when Hydra broke him down to nothing. It was a statement.

No one deserves happiness, especially him.

Seventy years of pain and sorrow was established into his heart, frozen over by the snow he fell into when his feet slipped off the train. He was a soldier.

But that sparkle in your eye might have cracked a piece off his heart.

---

Steve kept his dream of drawing till the present day. His skills might have been a little rusty, considering he hasn't practiced since the '40s. It was therapeutic for him. He liked to be in control of everything as the captain of the Avengers. He barked orders and told soldiers their mission because that's what he was told to do.

But when he sat by the window of the compound, his legs curled up under his chin, his sketch pad laid across his thighs, he let his imagination control what he wanted. His mind created appealing stories and pictures that he could just put on a piece of paper. It felt freeing knowing that something as small as drawing, the one thing that grounded him before he was Captain America, he could still do on his own.

But when Bucky was cleared from Hydra, and finally able to join the Avengers compound without retribution, he was lost.

He fought in wars with people and himself, so he never had time to sit down and rest; Steve saw it in Bucky’s movements when he first moved into the compound. He was afraid to sit on the fancy leather couches Stark had in the living room. The couch was too delicate, too soft for Bucky. It felt foreign to him.

He did not deserve nice things.

Steve had to help him out the first few months, showing him how to make coffee. He tried to show him how the TV worked, but he never used it. Steve even showed how Stark’s fancy new shower had so many different options. Bucky did not understand why it needed so many buttons for something to wash the dirt off his skin.

It was impractical.

Steve could not always be around to hold Bucky's hand.

But being able to hold yours was way better.

---

You heard stories of Bucky throughout history. Through the museums that you walked through, through the judgy whispers through the compound, but especially when Steve couldn't keep his mouth shut.

He talked about his best friend a lot, how he was a charmer, how he loved to talk to people, and how open and outgoing he was before the war.

But you knew it would be a difficult transition for him. He wasn’t the same guy he was back then. He would be lost in the new world. So, you wanted to help him in any way you can.

So that’s what you did.

—

He didn’t trust you at first. It would make sense considering Steve was the only person he did trust in the past 100 years. He was skittish and only came out to get food from the fridge, always making sure no one was around before he went to the kitchen.

When you first met him, you didn't even hear the footsteps of the assassin slip by you until he was on top of you.

He always scoped out the hallways before he almost sprinted out of his room. But what he didn’t realize was that you were coming around the corner of the hallway, out of the elevator. It was too late before you felt a whole brick wall fall right on top of you. A gust of air plunged out of your mouth. It was so unexpected. Bucky ALWAYS checked before any of the avengers would come around his room. But today, he was distracted apparently.

“Hey, James. Running late I see?” You giggled as you saw his permanent frowned face turn to you. He was still shocked to see you. His long hair framed your face as he hovered over you. His hands are planted firmly next to your head, trying to keep some weight off of you.

My god, he was built.

“I'm sorry. Didn’t see you there.” He mumbled. Barely audible. Small talk was normal at the beginning of your relationship.

He scrambled up from the ground. His hand leaned out towards you to guide you up from the ground. He pulled you up with ease.

“It's okay. It happens.” A small smile ran over your lips, hoping he would return it. A little grumble came from him. His lips came up from a frown to a straight line.

You smiled a lot. He didn’t do it often, but he tried for you.

—

A couple of months later after you first met, you and Buck created a system.

It was a friendship to you. He wasn’t sure what it was yet.

But he loved it.

He loved the small cup of steaming coffee you would leave by his door before your morning run.

Hearing the soft patter of footsteps, the small shadow covering up the small sliver of the sunrise peeking through the bottom of the door. He was never asleep when you did this, and you knew that.

But you still did it because you always knew what he needed.

Or when you would leave for the day for a mission, he would come back from his deadly long hour workouts with Steve, he would drag himself to the fridge to find something to refuel his bruised, sweaty body.

You would have something in a bowl, wrapped up with the little sticky note sitting on top saying, “for Bucky only ;)”

It made him smile infectiously. He craved those small notes that you wrote just for him.

He wished he could return the favor by leaving you cute notes with smiley faces on them that would make you beam.

But he was never good with words, and you understood that.

You understood his small mumbles were like little “thank yous” and “I appreciate you” because that was how he was.

And you loved that about him because he was trying to show how grateful he was for you.

He wanted to give you the love you deserve because your heart was beautiful and warm, and it melted his cold, frozen over one.

The way he felt the color of red and orange paint his skin when you walked by, the idea of those colors representing warmth, confidence, and love made a difference in him.

He wanted to do something special for you. So he went to the only person he knew he could trust…

Steve Rogers.

—

Steve was always the hopeless romantic; wanting to get married young and have a family of his own.

Bucky didn’t believe in true love, or he used to not believe in it.

But you made it hard not to.

Steve decided he should draw a picture for you. Bucky was confused, which happens a lot with his scattered brain of mush.

He couldn’t draw; Steve knew that. Steve always pestered him back when he was studying art at the college. Bucky would always roll his eyes and say, “why would you draw something when you could tell them. Words are straightforward, not confusing.”

But not one word could come up Bucky’s throat that he could confidently say to you.

You made him a blubbering mess.

“Come on Buck. She would love it anyway because it's from you.” Bucky’s frown never left his face when Steve said that.

He wanted to give you something that was beyond words. Something that you could hang up on your wall and show to everyone because it was something GOOD that he made. He wanted to make you speechless.

Maybe that would stop him from falling whenever he saw you.

You didn’t deserve some stick figure drawing of you to hang up on the shared fridge of the compound.

You deserve something beautiful, just like you.

He denied his friend's idea for a while. But without any other ideas, he decided he should give it a try.

—

Even though Bucky was known to be quick on his feet and never able to be seen in plain sight, he never could hide from you. His shadow was always overshadowing yours.

You knew he was trying to follow you, but for what reason, you couldn’t understand.

When you were in the kitchen, he was sitting in the living room, a notebook in his hands, tongue poking out through his lips in concentration, his notebook facing away from you.

Crumpled up pieces of paper strewn across the carpet, only inches away from the garbage can next to the freshly cleaned ottoman.

And NEVER making eye contact with you, ever.

Your eyebrows stuck in a confused gaze as you wondered what Bucky could be writing. He only wrote cloudy memories from his past, or maybe some song recommendations that you so subtly give him to listen to, even though he didn’t know how headphones or music works in the modern era.

But you gave him his space. You walked to the cozy, wingback chair across from him. Small sips of hot chocolate slipped through your lips as you watched Bucky’s body shake with stress.

“Hey Buck, what's happening?” You nonchalantly ask, hoping he would let you hear some of the stress fly out of him.

His eyes become buggy. He looked up from his concentrated gaze on his notebook to see you moved. When did you get there?

“Uh, hey. Nothing happening here. What's up with you, doll?” His shaky voice was muffled as he drew his notebook closer to his chest. His body sitting up to lean against the back of the couch, the notebook out of sight.

You sighed.

You thought he trusted you. There was something up.

“Buck, are you okay? You seem tense.” The quizzical look you gave him almost gave up his charade.

Any look you gave him would make him drip into a puddled mess of sweat.

“I'm fine. Are you fine?” He laughed awkwardly. He never laughed like that.

He knew he screwed up.

He sighed as he grumbled to himself, ripping the piece of paper in half, throwing it to the ground in defeat.

This was too hard. He knew this would end badly. He just wanted to show you how important you were to him.

He threw the notebook, flailing to the ottoman, pages flown and bent as he frustratedly noticed.

Nothing he touched ever came out beautiful. Why did he think this time would be any different. His hands were made for pain, not to give caring, loving gestures to people.

Even though he didn’t realize what love was, he knew it was similar to what he felt whenever you were around. But he could never give you the same.

You sat the drink down in front of him, you stepped over the pile of papers, unknown to the public eye what could be on them.

“Buck, what's wrong? Why are you throwing these papers on the ground? I can help you with anything. You know all you have to do is ask.”

He knows that. You always let him know that you were there for him, even if you weren’t physically there for him at times.

“I know I just…you deserve better.” He held his head in his hands, his voice mumbled the last part of his sentence. He honestly didn’t want you to hear it. Knowing you would say something he wouldn’t believe.

“What do you mean?” Your hand now gently touched his hunched back, rubbing smooth circles, trying to coax him out of his stiff pose.

Your touch was the only thing that made him shiver. The colors, the red and the orange, the warm loving touch you gave him, let his struggling mind slip from his lips,

“I was trying to draw something.”

You didn’t expect those words to come from his mouth. You knew Steve as the artist of the compound, not knowing Bucky took up a new hobby.

“What were you trying to draw, Buck?”

“You.”

Your hand froze on his back.

He was trying to draw you?

He felt your touch become unrecognizable. Your body becomes like his, almost stiff.

He knew this was a mistake. He shouldn’t have tried it in the first place. He knew he ruined the “thing” that was going on between them.

He didn’t want to lose his friend.

You looked down at the crumpled up pieces of paper. You looked into his eyes, waiting for his approval.

Your fingertips gently unwrapped the folded pieces of paper, wondering what you honestly looked like through Bucky’s eyes.

You saw the wrinkled drawing of you.

Bucky and the Winter Soldier always strived for perfection. But you didn’t realize how serious he was taking this.

You saw an outline of your features. Your lips, still made in graphite but drawn into detail, just like your eyebrows drawn to a perfect replica of your own.

You looked closer to see the drawing, noticing something small written into your face. It wasn’t just lines of pencil. There were small words. Actually only one word; written over and over again.

Beautiful.

Your face was drawn with one single word. The only one Bucky thought was enough for you.

“You deserve the best, doll. I'm sorry it didn’t turn out the way I wanted it to.”

You were still frozen. With what emotion, you weren't sure. Small tears came from your eyes he noticed immediately.

He gently grabbed your face, his calloused thumbs trying to wipe away the mess he created.

Maybe he could draw a different scenario, a story where he didn’t make you cry like this.

“Doll, say something please. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just thought maybe if I did something nice for you. You’d understand how much you mean to me.”

Your eyes finally met his. You started to smile.

You started to giggle as his face turned into shock. Why were you laughing? Were you laughing at his poor excuse of a drawing? Did he do worse than he thought?

You drew his hands from your face, you held them so lightly, rubbing small, soothing circles into his shaking palms.

“You think I'm beautiful, Buck?”

His lips were glued shut. What could he say to that? He couldn’t hide anything from you now.

“Uh..yeah. You’re beautiful, doll.” His lips turned from his usual frown, trying to make the situation better by making a small smile.

James Buchanan Barnes, the known charmer, was embarrassed. He was lost for words.

No new news for the soldier.

He started to blush. Oh god. He couldn’t hold himself up. Now you know the truth. His heart burned with the swarming colors you started to give him. The reds and oranges, the colors he was going to use on his finished drawing of you, were starting to stain him permanently.

You pulled his hands back to your face. Letting his fingers wrap around the back of your head, as you mimicked the gesture. Your fingers tangled through his ratty, long hair.

“Well Bucky, I think you’re beautiful too.”

He knew he couldn’t say anything back to that. But you knew his answer from the small grip to the back of your head he gave you. The blushing eyelashes he gave you. His smile now became a permanent sketch on his face.

His answer was written in between the lines.

[the-broken-truth]

Senior!! May i ask you a question? Are the requests still open?

If yes, could you do a Donna Beneviento x Child!reader? (Platonic-Comforting). Okay so, one day, the reader is really Curious about their mother face because its always covered under her long black veil.

Since the reader wanted to know their mother real face even though the reader already knew from the picture that was displayed on the wall, having an opportunity when their mother is working on her new doll, the reader suddenly lifts her veil up and shows a mutant or a big scar on the right side of donna's face.

Knowing this, Donna immediately slapped their hand away and accidentally slapped her child until their cheeks turned red. Instead of crying, the reader suddenly hug her tightly and apologize for million times because the reader lifting up her veil without her permission.

Donna burst into tears and explained why she was hiding her face because she was afraid that the reader would feel embarrassed or disgusted with her. however, the reader assures their mother that they will not do such a thing and they're grateful that they can be her child

Andd if the requests are closed, please ignore this request and take your time^^ thank you very much, i hope you have a great day/night.

Mommy's Cloth Face - Donna Beneviento x Child Reader [Platonic]

Broken Truth: Hey, @snowflakestree! Just wanted to let you know that - yes, the requests are still open; I recently opened them and don't intend to close them anytime soon. Thanks for the ask and now I shall have to honor of writing this interesting request.

- Quick Key -

[Y/N] - YOUR FIRST NAME

[H/L] - HAIR LENGTH

Broken Truth: The Reader's Last Name shall be Beneviento and their age shall be 8. Eight years olds are very curious, at least I was at that age. Their hair & eyes will be black - the same as their mother's. As for their skin, they would be rather pale, living in the Valley of Mist doesn't give much sunlight

Curious black eyes stared at the large portrait that hung against the wall where the stairs rested; focused on the face of the Head of House Beneviento. Tiny feet were planted firmly at the top of the stairs, looking at the portrait as if to see something they had missed before; even though they've seen that same picture every day since they began aware of their surrounding but something was always drawing them to the painting of the Head of House Beneviento. They were going to question themselves when a suddenly...

"GOOD MORNING, [Y/N]!!!" A sudden loud voice shouted behind them, making them jolt forward with a chill up their spine as they began falling forward in the direction of the stairs. Black eyes narrowed as they turned to where their back was to the stairs and shot their hand out - sending 5 red strings shot from the tips of their fingers and nail into the wall, stopping their fall mid-air with their heels at the top of the stairs.

Broken Truth: What? You thought I wasn't gonna give them some kind of power? Please, what would be boring and the Broken Truth doesn't do boring.

[Y/N']'s Power: Puppeteer's Stingers - [Y/N] calls mental control links - that appear in the form of puppet strings from the tips of their fingers; whoever the strings touch, [Y/N] can control their every move or control the area around them.

"For the love of Mother Miranda, Angie, why must you scare me at the worst times?" [Y/N] asked as they pulled themselves back to the top of the stairs - the moment their feet touched solid wood, they lifted their hand to recall the puppet's strings.

"It's not my fault you were distracted. Besides, why were you just staring at Donna's painting like you? it's not something new, ya know." The doll said as she floated round the young master/mistress of House Beneviento.

"I know - it's something else." [Y/N] said as they turned on their heel and walked down the stairs to head to the study to look for their mother.

"What is it then?" Angie asked as she followed them.

"Mommy's always wearing her veil around - even in the house & around me; I wanna know why. The only thing I have to her face is that painting." [Y/N] said as he and Angie reached the study; the doll was quiet for a moment before she spoke in a softer voice.

"Some things are better to be left alone, [Y/N]. There's a reason Mother wears the veil and she doesn't want to take about it." Angie said, almost in a sad tone of voice.

"What could be so bad that Mom doesn't trust me with it?" [Y/N] asked with hurt floating in their black eyes.

"Sorry." That was the last thing Angie said before she floated away to do her own thing. [Y/N] just stood there with their hands clenched by their side, looking at the ground with hurt in their heart at the numerous amounts of questions that were floating around their 8-year-old mind.

'What is Mommy hiding from me? What is under that veil that she doesn't trust me with?' They stood there and through for a while before opening their eyes and making the choice then and there. 'I'm gonna see what's under that veil.' With resolve in their heart, The Future Lord/Lady of House Beneviento went off to find their mother - who happened to be in her creation room to make a new doll.

[Y/N] peeked around the corner of the threshold that led to their mother's Doll Creation Room - doll parts of many shapes and sizes hung from chains on the ceiling while other parts - like joints, sockets, eyes, and fingers - were kept in small drawers or jars tucked away in the shelf.

Sitting in the chair at the table - littered with doll parts - was the woman down in a black dress, a mysterious veil over her head - covering her face, and her hands - the only thing that remained uncovered - as they moved along the doll parts to assemble them into a body - that woman was Donna Beneviento - The Head of House Beneviento and mother of [Y/N] Beneviento.

The child took a calming exhale - to strengthen their nerves and resolve; they had to do this or they were going to go their entire life without knowing the truth.

"Mommy." [Y/N] called out to their mother as her hands froze over the doll torso she was connecting the legs to as she turned around in her seat to look at her son/daughter, who just stood in the doorway with nervousness in their small black eyes - eyes just like hers.

"[Y/N] Dear, is there something wrong?" Donna asked in her concerned motherly voice.

"No, Momma. I just...I wanna know - Why do you always wear your veil around me? Why don't you show me your face?" [Y/N]'s question made the breath in Donna's throat catch as she turned back in her seat, unable to look in her child's direction.

"Momma has some...issues and she prefers to wear the veil for the betterment of everyone. It's nothing to worry about, darling; just go play with Angie and the other dolls." Donna said in her low voice as she went back to fiddling with the incomplete doll; it became quiet in the room as if she was the only one left - [Y/N] must have listened to her and went to play with the other dolls.

Wrong.

The child still stood there - their mind running with thoughts - they weren't thinking straight. They were some in depths with their own mind that they didn't notice their body moving closer to their mother, nor did they feel their arm lift or their hand reaching for the veil before clenching into a fist.

It was the sudden "NO!" from their mother that made them snap back into reality and become aware of their surroundings, but it was too late. The veil was in their hand that was now at their side - revealing their mother's face to them...

As well as the massive growth of flesh that overtook the woman's right side of her face - completely replacing her right eye. [Y/N]'s eyes widened at their mother's face - the horror and fear in her eye - as they dropped the veil and reached for it; BAD MOVE.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!!!" Donna's voice yelled as her hand lashed out to slap her child's hand away from her face but in her disorder, she missed her child's hand but made perfect contact with their cheek, making them fall to the ground - sitting on the ground with their eyes wide and their hand on the sore cheek. Once again - fear took Donna's face - she just struck her child, her child saw her face; they would mostly be running away in horror if they weren't paralyzed in pain.

"Oh my god! [Y/N], I'm so sorry! I didn't been t hurt you! I...It was a reflex, I would never hurt you, ever!" Donna panicked, trying to come up with an acceptable excuse for what happened but she came up with nothing. Tears began falling down her face but before she could open her mouth to speak - the sudden weight of her child crashing into her mid-section and wrapping their arms around her while sobbing in her chest made her quiet; looking down at the child who held her for dear life.

"I'M SORRY, MOMMA! I DIDN'T MEAN TO SCARE YOU! I'M A BAD [SON/DAUGHTER]! I DIDN'T MEAN TO HURT YOU, PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!!" The child begged with tears flooding their eyes.

Donna was confused.

Her child wasn't afraid of her?

Her child was angry at her for striking them?

Her child was begging for forgiveness...for scaring her?

She looked down at the child who looked into her eye with tears down their cheeks.

"You...you're not afraid or disgusted with me, [Y/N]?" Donna asked in her low voice - this made the child look at her wide-eyed and confused.

"What? No, why would I be Momma?" The child asked - completely confused.

"Dear..." Donna rubbed the back of her baby's head. "So many people have hurt me because of my face. They would bully me and ignore me. When I started wearing my veil, people started befriending me but once they saw my face...they would abandon me. I didn't want to lose you over my looks, my child. I thought...once you saw my face...I would be alone again." Donna closed her eye - letting all the tears fall.

"Then all those people are idiots!" [Y/N] yelled, making Donna look at them again. "If they couldn't see the really awesome person you are, then they are the ugliest of all people! My Mom is the most beautiful person in the village...no, IN THE WORLD! NOT EVEN AUNTIE ALCINA OR GRANDMA MIRANDA CAN MATCH HOW PRETTY MY MOMMA IS!!" [Y/N] cried out as they reached up and placed a gentle kiss on the mass of flesh that took their mother's eyes. The head of house cried again before hugging her child for dear life as she thanked them for staying with her and loving her...as not even her own mother did.

As time went on, Donna would no longer wear the veil around the house or around her child. [Y/N] was happy to see their mom happy and now had the inspiration to draw pictures to show at the village school...which caused a few people to say mean things about Donna, resulting in [Y/N] being suspended for a week for nearly killing 5 students. When Donna asked them why used their powers to bend the bullies' limbs in inhumane positions and almost kill them, the child answered.

"They were talking crap about my beautiful Momma and that don't fly."

It got a lot worse when [Y/N] grew up and started going into the village to do teenage things - one negative whisper about Donna Beneviento would get your neck twisted the other way & it didn't matter if you said it around them.

Their little puppet ravens always find out who said what about his beautiful mother and they would pay...DEARLY.

[tallyovie-writes]

Pictures of Us | f. w. Part 2

part 1

Summary: all the paintings choose a student to patron, the Lady chooses you and watches as you and Fred Weasley grow in the same direction

Warning:none, might contain little angst, nothing serious

2k words

@sirenswhispers @discoverablefeelings @capture-the-moment-on-camera @sophieswizardswheezes

Sixth year, December

The corridors buzzed with excitement. With only less than two weeks to the Yule Ball boys were running around in desperate need of finding partners while girls were frantic about not being asked. Of course the already paired ones watched the madness spread with a smug smile on their lips.

The Paintings also had the time of their lives, the new puppets on their chessboard gave back a little life to their fading colours. Now they could play matchmaker from an even bigger selection.

The Lady wanted to be proud to say she did not take part in such childish acts, but she had a mission with those two before the second task. It's not like she could do much, but occasionally if she heard a french boy talking about inviting her patron to the dance she faked sadness as she gave the poor boy the news that you were indeed taken.

You weren't indeed taken.

Madness has yet to engulf you, but you weren't calm either. Collita was asked by a bulgarian boy, but you had doubts whether there weren't threats made by her that overpowered the poor boy's common sense.

You would have been fine with the two of you going together, but now that she had a partner, you weren't planning on being the third wheel.

You forced these thoughts out of your mind for now. You had more important things going on.

The Lady's corridor was full of students as usual, so you weren't surprised when you entered the DADA classroom someone almost knocked you off your feet.

"Watch where you are goi.....oh..." you started telling off your attacker, but as you looked up Fred Weasley held eye contact.

Ever since that encounter in the potions storage room things have changed. You haven't really met after that, the two of you gave a wide berth to one another. No funny business, no prank. When you did run into each other, a sudden awareness filled your body. He made no snarky comments, his usual sarcasm nowhere to be found. You didn't bring up the secret of the castle, and he didn't bring up the date. Like an unspoken deal has been made without either of your knowledge. It was awkward at best. You didn't think anyone noticed, there was only bad blood between you before.

He didn't reply, he didn't apologize for running you over. He took a long look at your face, lingering on details only he could see. Without his usual grin, he left the scene as fast as he came, robes flying around him.

"What was that? Has something happened between you two?" seems like someone noticed after all.

"Nothing besides me agreeing to a date, him agreeing to let me in on a secret, and our mutual ghosting. How is your french boy by the way?" you feigned innocence.

Collita's jaw hit the floor.

"I'm joking. Don't get your knickers in a twist."

"You know I wouldn't even be surprised. With all the sexual tension you two radiate, I wouldn't put it past you that I could find you in a broom closet with him."

Now it was your turn to let your jaw hit the floor.

"Well then, good to know nothing is going on..."

Boy, if you'd known...

Sixth year, yule ball

It wasn't that bad of an evening. You could say it could have been quite magical. The house elves outdid themselves, even the usual house rivalry crawled back to its gloomy hole.

The icicles lost their naturally given cold arua just like the stone walls' usual grim facade. White dominated, but was quickly swept by the wide range of colourful dress robes, Dumbledore's glittery lilac fabric showing how it's done properly.

It really wasn't your date's fault either that you didn't really enjoy yourself. The poor boy tried everything, but besides polite conversation you weren't capable of anything else.

You were standing alone by the food table, the ravenclaw boy left a while ago to try his luck somewhere else, probably with bigger chances.

You saw Collita bent over from laughter silent tears running down her face, her date was watching her with parted lips in amazement. Eyes big, positive surprise written on his face. Collita did that to people. She was naturally gifted with a charming personality, she drew you in, spoke to you like you were on a pedestal.

She made you feel seen. A secret talent that you were rather jealous of on several occasions.

Suddenly you felt sick of the swirling mesmerized faces, the colours were too vibrant, the music too loud, too many bodies pressed together.

Before the walls started closing around you, you left your previous position and made your way to the exit that led to the gardens. The only sound that was registrateable to your ears were only your own footsteps.

Fresh air cut your rapid breathing shorter. You slowed down, the Great Hall's chokingly sweet smells started to fade away into the night.

"Wouldn't say rushing to the night with only a light silk material covering you was a smart choice, wasn't it? I took you to be a lot smarter than that, love. You're gonna get sick." a soft voice interrupted you.

Fred Weasley stood next to the bushes.

"Well, being sick would mean I wouldn't have to see your ugly face in class, so..." you replied but your voice lacked its usual fierceness. You were too tired.

He chuckled at your reply.

"I don't wanna go back there.." you started in a low voice, barely understandable, but gathered your poise and frowned as you said the last sentence. "They are too happy in there anyway."

"Is that jealousy in your voice?" he found so goodly which strings of you he should pull.

"And what if it is?" you snapped at him.

A ghost of his usual smug grin appeared on his face.

"Get your big nose out of my business by the way!"

"Well love, you know what they say about big nosed guys..." he lazily shrugged, hands in the pockets of his robe.

"Get lost, Weasley, I'm not in the mood today."

Maybe it was the hint of desperation in your voice, or the pathetic look you might have presented, but he stopped picking your brains.

"Come in, Y/S/N, you might even find the bloke of your dreams tonight." Fred tilted his head to the side.

"I'm not interested in 'finding a guy' to be my only goal." you scoffed at his remark.

"Well then, as the only guy you talk to right now, I feel obligated to spare you from the clutches of the cold and sickness, so pretty please get your ass in here."

"I'll stay until I decide it's enough. But thank you for your concern. Bye Fred Weasley, 'find the girl of your dreams' tonight." you rolled your eyes at him.

Little did you know, he already did.

Despite the cold, the Lady felt your frozen heart start melting, even if you haven't realized yet.

Sixth year, few days after the Yule Ball

"I don't understand why you thought it was a good idea to freeze your pretty little ass out there in a low cut silk dress in winter."

You groaned out in frustration.

Collita didn't spare you despite the fact that you were bloody sick, and fuckin hurting everywhere.

"Madam Pomfrey said you won highest fever of the year." she mentioned between stealing a few of your get-well sweets. "At least you finally won something." she winked at you.

"Get out, and let me suffer alone you bimbo!" you hissed at her, but the sharp pains shooting down your neck really destroyed to effect you were trying to achieve.

"Alrighty, my little pathetic friend, I suppose I can leave you to your demise. Be a good and obedient patient." she sent you a kiss and strolled out the Hospital Wing.

**

In the Hospital Wing, after curfew

After Collita left you to suffer on your own Madam Pomfrey gave you a light sleeping tonic. You welcomed the sweet oblivion in the place of pain.

A light noise disturbed the calming darkness. Opening your eyes was a too heavy task, so you relied on your hearing. A soft fumbling could be heard, but the person near your bed executed the deed quite clumsily as the most colourful swearing left their mouth.

Fighting against the tonic's luring effect, you tried opening your eyes. When you did, you almost jerked back in surprise.

Fred Weasley stood there with an innocent smile on his face, like a child caught in a naughty act, his hands were midair frozen on the spot hovering above your stack of sweets.

"What the fuck are you doing in the middle of the night standing near my bed?" you demanded and pulled your blanket further to your neck. "Are you setting up a prank?"

"Have a little faith in me, Y/N...if it were a prank you would only know it before it happened and that's already too late. Can't a bloke visit his sick classmate? The classmate he warned against the cold?" you scoffed at his pointed stare.

"In the middle of the night?"

He started scratching the back of his neck.

"Good point. A point I should probably elaborate on." he didn't seem like someone who wanted to elaborate.

"Don't let me stop you from doing that..." you rolled your eyes at him.

He seemed a little awkward and you could barely hide your amusement. It is not every day a Weasley gets a little intimidated and loses his usual cockiness.

"You see..." he started but his gaze was still fixated on his hands. "...I felt a tad responsible for you catching a cold.

Your eyebrows raised in surprise.

"If it weren't for me dancing on your nerves in the garden making you irritated enough to stay outside longer than intended, you wouldn't be here right now." he sounded a little guilty and you couldn't help the warmth that started spreading in your stomach.

You started to chuckle.

"Weasley. It's alright." you felt a sudden bravery envelop you as you said the next words nonchalantly. "You owe me another secret and we are even."

You waited for his reaction.

He didn't disappoint. He lifted his head, brown eyes locking into your own. Now you weren't sure if it was a wise idea to make him remember your deal back in the potion storage room.

"And here I thought I could bribe you with chocolate that I nicked from the kitchen...you are not a woman easily pleased." he didn't seem that sad about this fact.

"Where would be the fun in that?"

"Right."

Silence fell upon the two of you. Eyes still interlocked, you weren't sure if minutes or hours passed by. The Hospital Wing's darkness faded, and the freckles splattered across his face became more contrasted than before. He tilted his head to the side, his gaze burned your skin.

Suddenly becoming aware of the weirdness of the situation you cleared your throat and looked away.

"Since the tonic made me hungry like a wolf, I'll accept that nicked chocolate." you said, trying to break the silence.

Fred smiled and threw you the bar he fumbled around with before. Your catch was nothing sort of graceful and you felt embarrassment tint your cheeks.

Looking down at the bar in your hand you felt your eyes grow big.

"How did you know this is my favourite?" you asked astonishment, creeping into your voice.

"Lucky guess." he shrugged. You didn't need to know that every time the Grand Hall's tables were filled with this, he couldn't look away from the joy radiating on your face. Just like now.

"Your taste is impeccable, I gotta say."

Oh yes, his taste was indeed impeccable, but not just in chocolate.

[sinkix]

Haikyuu!!│Obsessive/Yandere HC’s │

Warning - Contains dark themes, mentions of emotional and physical abuse & sexually suggestive/explicit (18+) content, reader’s discretion is advised.

Characters - Hinata, Kuroo, Daichi, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Oikawa, Bokuto, Tendou & Kageyama.

Important Note: This is in no way romanticising or normalising toxic/abusive behaviour, you should not do as such as this is incredibly dangerous and unhealthy. If you identify any of these in your own relationships please seek help from a member of authority, counsellor or someone who can remove you from and aid in your recovery from the situation. This is a great contrast from all my other work on here so please read with caution. Stay safe <3

Hinata - The Hell-bent Visionary

Danger level: 6.5/10

So you’ve caught the eye of Karasuno’s ray of sunshine?

Bask in it’s warmth while you can, for the sun sets and leaves a chilling dark in it’s wake.

When he becomes focused on something, it’s hard to break the dedication he has. It’s unyielding, firm and persistent. Once you light a fire in him, it’s near impossible to put out.

And you didn’t just spark a flame, you formed a whole inferno.

Blowing up your phone with texts, calls and the tapping of rocks against your bedroom’s glass from late night visits to your doorstep. Greeted with the sickening scent of blood-red roses filling your nose at a reminder of how firmly he has you in his hold that will never falter. The lingering scratch marks adorning the window panes that you could have sworn were not there the night before.

 He can’t get enough of you, and the more time he spends with you, the more addictive your presence becomes.

He’s hooked, reaching the point of rivalling his sporting passion.

He learns to balance the two equally, and any second that isn’t spent practising, he is by your side or doing everything in his power to be.

It’s tunnel vision. All he sees is you, and the ball, nothing else matters. Relentlessly chasing for both long after his lungs tire and legs give out.

 He is a dark, unwavering force of nature, itching to monopolise you and eradicate any threat on what belongs to him. Yet around everyone else, he's a bundle of lovable sunshine who wouldn't dare hurt a fly, and while he doesn't show an outright aggressive nature, you know there's something sinister lurking underneath that might one day snap. 

It’s his stare that haunts you the most.

That ominous, chilling stare which pierces through your heart and impales it on a stick, out on display for him to marvel at in all it’s vulnerable beauty. The level of intensity and sheer devotion glinting in his eyes is nothing short of haunting.

Luckily for you, Hinata will not cause physical harm, but it’s his presence and ‘Jekyll & Hyde’ nature which will slowly but surely chip away at you until your sanity is reduced to dust. The worst part? Since he is loved by everyone, no one sees the twisted side you do, and as a result left permanently in a state of self-doubt and second guessing. Your mind will eventually spiral into a descent to madness until your right where he wants you.

Be careful, for even the sun’s light burns out eventually. And when it does, you’ll be swallowed by the darkness.

Kuroo - The Devil’s Reciprocal

Danger level: 9/10

Ahhh, the bad boy who smells of cigarettes and sex, the one who lurks in bars long after midnight eyeing up his prey. This man gives Satan a run for his money. I hope you’re prepared. What did you do to catch his eye, anyway? 

Whatever it was, it’s doomed you to an eternity in hell on earth.

Or heaven, if you’re a glass half full kind of person.

Kuroo drew you in like a moth to a flame, you knew he had no glinting halo, but that was his appeal.

 He was the incarnation of everything your parents warned you about, and you couldn’t get enough of it. 

Hell, you still can’t. But that doesn’t minimise the damage done to you every second he turns the light on, reeling you in once again, further and further until there’s no escape, utterly blinded by his deceiving tactics.

He has many admirers, you know. So in his eyes he feels you should be privileged to be given so much of his attention, that once received would leave any sane person running.

Unfortunately, you don’t seem to be sane enough, and he recognises this. He knows he’s got you hooked on his every word, dragging out the syllables like a lullaby that leave you entranced and begging for more.

 What can I say? The man has a way with words, and you’re totally enthralled by every sentence. 

Kuroo recklessly waves his charm like a gun, never a moment of hesitation to utilise it in order to get what he wants. 

And he always gets what he wants. 

It’s so dangerous it will leave you down on your knees in an act of submission and prepared to do anything to please him. The tip of the pistol aimed at your temple as if daring your defiance.

He revels in seeing that doe-eyed expression, fully aware of how much control he holds over every cell in your body. All of them scream out for him, for Kuroo. To kiss you, touch you and whisper sweet-nothings into your ear that linger with his hot breath scathing your neck, burning his scent into your memory until it’s one you’ll never forget. 

With all that temptation comes  consequence though, because once you give in, you’ll face the sadists horns that lurk underneath. 

Intertwining your bodies and tracing a switchblade across your jugular, he’ll stretch his lips into a wide, cunning grin, slamming into you and rutting his hips until they connect with yours. Throwing your head back in ecstasy, your whine will be stifled and cut short by the piercing slit of a blade shallowly opening the skin of your throat, the sharp sting lingering as his tongue deepens the incision with delight.

He is incredibly possessive, so anyone he deems a threat will be mercilessly eradicated, soon to be forgotten though. He will never allow your thoughts to be consumed by anything but him. 

Grinding his body against yours, the husky murmuring of pillow talk he is all too skilled at will leaves your knees trembling and buckling before him, with the one question he will only ever accept one answer to.

“Tell me sweetheart, who do you belong to...?”

Shuffling the cards and dragging cigar smoke across his lips, he’ll sip that glass of gin snidely and lock you in place with his smouldering gaze. Forever a reminder there’s no escape from his enslaving curse.

Daichi - The Despotic Protector

Danger level: 6/10

Karasuno’s father figure and reliable captain rolled into one. I hope you’re prepared for a lifetime of suffocation, because he’s never letting you go.

He takes on an almost a parental role in the relationship, and a toxic one.

Controlling, overbearing and monitoring your every move. He will never allow you to do anything without his permission out of fear for your safety.

I mean, what if something happens to you while you’re not within his peripherals? 

That’s a thought he simply couldn’t bear.

He’ll lock you in the confines of his home if he has to. But don’t get mad sweetheart, it’s because he cares for you.

Soon enough Daichi will have isolated you from the world, never seeing the shining of sunlight unless your arm is looped around his in a crushing hold. 

Friends? You can forget them, he made sure to steer you far, far away from those. He just can’t risk them laying a finger on you or putting you in harms way, he would never forgive them.

Daichi desperately tries to convince you he has your best interests at heart, and unluckily for you, you fall right into his trap.

Your whole life is consumed by him, and only him. Watching the clock tick by aimlessly until you hear his footsteps up the driveway, scurrying to the door to greet him like an obedient dog upon his arrival.

Pulling you into a loving hug that threatens to squeeze the life out of you, you can’t help but let your mind roam and ponder the question lurking at the back of your thoughts.

Has he ever killed with these hands?

They seem too crushing. Like a brute, inhuman force. You can picture his fingers wrapped around someone’s throat and draining them of oxygen almost too easily.

Little did you know, your hypothesis was painfully accurate. 

An old childhood friend of yours, currently 6 feet under in the yard. Your bare feet trampling over his grave and none the wiser every time he allows you to set foot in the garden.

You’ll never know, though. It’s not like you can check your phone without his permission anyway, he’s already blocked their contact.

Days, weeks, months pass by of his constant monitoring and controlling behaviour. The CCTV’s scattered in every corner of the house, the social deprivation and loneliness that creeps in every time he’s not there as you roam the barren household, the purple finger marks roping your wrists from when he kept you in a paralysing grip,daring your disobedience.

and you can’t help but wonder,

Maybe the person you needed protecting from was him.

Tsukishima - The Mendacious Manipulator

Danger level: 8.5/10

How unlucky you are to be paired with this mentally destroying sadist. 

At first Tsukishima’s wit, sarcasm and clever quips were what allured you, never did you think they would be used against you. Wielded like a weapon with a blade sharp enough to slice you in two.

And I’m warning you, every cut hurts.

There’s no escaping from it, a string of degrading remarks whispered cruelly in your ear while holding hands in public, appearing to be a cute and affectionate couple, but a sinister secret lurks underneath that only you know of.

He’ll treat you like a dog, expecting you to be at his every beck and call, serving on your knees with a painted smile that’s woefully forced on with every ounce of strength you have left.

You are his puppet, his useless little play thing that he makes painfully aware of how disposable they truly are.

And don’t take him for a fool, he will discard you if he sees fit.

Unmerciful, cruel, snide, are the some of many words that can describe Tsukishima, and as you’ll soon find out none of them are pleasant.

He will craftily make you open up to him. Revealing your deepest insecurities,traumas and troubles then sheath it like a sword to your neck, holding you hostage to your own weaknesses in order to gain that empowering sense of control he oh-so revels in. Endlessly striving to achieve his selfish, favourable outcome. 

This Yandere is one of most intelligent of the bunch, and unfortunately for you, does not use his intelligence for charitable or good-natured purposes.

He knows exactly what to say to leave you curled up in a ball, tears streaming and wracked in emotional agony as you plead for forgiveness on something that isn’t even your fault. He knows this, but finds it comical and all too amusing to see you so broken over something when you weren’t the one to blame. He gets off to your mental anguish.

You’ll be left stumbling the streets at 2 in the morning, contemplating your life and everything as you know it, he will warp your perception of the world until he is the only one you can crawl to. After all, it’s your fault, right? He’s the only one who could tolerate you, everyone else abandoned you because you were so insufferable.

...is what he’ll have you believe. In reality, Tsukishima was pulling strings behind the scenes to ensure you would distance yourself from friends and family, resulting in them doing the same. Wrapping you around his finger and twisting your behaviour into one that’s volatile and unapproachable, until you’re left totally alone.

You’ll never know though.

That mental fortitude will soon shatter, and when it does, he’ll cackle at it’s pathetic remains.

Yamaguchi  - The Diffident Vampire

Danger level: 5/10

I’m sad to say, but your tween Twilight fantasies will be crushed when you stumble upon this mess of a monster.

I don’t mean to say he’s a literal vampire, but you’ll understand the use of this metaphor once we delve into some of his tendencies.

He is incredibly insecure, the walking embodiment of the very word.

Now that isn’t the reason you should be warded off, everyone has self-esteem issues. However, this trait of his plays a huge part in siphoning the life out of you.

He captured your heart with his soft and sympathetic nature, easily startled and somewhat skittish.

You didn’t see what was below the iceberg however, and once you did, he sank his teeth in and began to suck before you could escape, draining you dry until you have no more left to give. Nothing to spare until he is licking his lips in satisfaction, swelled with the abundance at the emotional dependency he has built up on you.

He needs reassurance like a life line, and while some might find this endearing at first, it undoubtedly becomes highly toxic and emotionally exhausting.  

Yamaguchi is incredibly volatile with his sensitivity, you have to watch your words and be sure he doesn’t misinterpret them and become dejected. He will read into everything you say and question every little detail. 

This is one of those Yandere’s that wouldn't do it intentionally I don’t think, but by the time he catches himself it’s too late, he’s in far too deep to stop and I don’t think he ever will once he realises how addicted he is to you, your words boosting his sense of worth and being the only form of confidence he’s ever felt in his life.

It’s quite sad, really. 

Don’t pity him too much, though. That’s the trap. That’s how reels you in until the teeth marks adorning your neck are a harsh reminder that you are nothing more than food for his ego.

If you ever think about leaving, he will have no qualms grovelling at your knees, razor to his wrists and begging you to stay. A cruel memoire at what keeps you tied here in the first place.

Pity.

Care.

The mutual empathy you saw in him that drew you in was now broken and one-sided, his selfishness far outweighing this trait of his and becoming your death-sentence. 

The marks will never fade. One day you’ll collapse to your knees and cave, but he won’t stop until he has bled you bare.

Oikawa - The Venusian’s Nightmare.

Danger level: 8/10

Oh charming Oikawa. The pretty boy with enough carnal seduction to rival his greek goddess counterpart. Hair smooth as silk, eyes glinting with mischief and a smirk that could bow you down on all fours. He has everything, or so it seems.

Sanity isn’t one of them.

He is VERY demanding when he craves your attention, which let’s face it is pretty often. If he doesn’t get it? Definition of a nightmarish brat.

He will whine, complain, blow up your phone. Still not available?

He’ll simply disappear.

For how long? Who really knows. He likes the thought of you on edge and anticipating his return, thoughts of him plaguing your mind to the point you question if you’re the one who’s obsessed.

Don’t worry though, when he returns he has enough sensual suave to make you forgive him ten times over.

You may think his bratty and sulking nature is the worst of it.

Oh how wrong you are.

Push him to his limits or the closest thing to it and you’ll face a cut-throat, teasing sadist who will tie you to the bed with a sickening sparkle in his eyes, marvelling at your skin jaggedly sliced open like a sheet of paper, tracing the wounds with his tongue and lapping up the blood before pulling you into a heated kiss which seems almost loving, if it weren’t for the metallic taste intertwining your tongues as a harsh reminder that you’re not here by choice.

He is definitely the type to mock you and howl with laughter as your body spams and writhes in pain, degrading you with the most vile remarks till tears spill from your eyes.

“Awh poor (Y/N)-chan, crying like a baby. Can’t handle the pain? What a pathetic little whore. Maybe if you beg enough, I’ll ease up the pressure~”

Sometimes he’ll leave you there wrist-bound to the bed post for hours, coming back in occasionally until your level of pleading satisfies him. 

His change in treatment is paradoxical in the aftermath, he will release you from your restrains and rub your skin with such tender care, it’s agonisingly deceiving.

One of the most dangerous things about him is his intuition, it’s damn near supernatural and makes for a natural born lie detector. Oikawa will sense the slightest shift in your mood, tone and body language. He knows you like the back of his hand, making it all the more unnerving to be in his presence.

This can be a positive if he is looking to fill you with ecstasy, since he knows every sweet spot, curl of his fingers and words to whisper that leave you trembling in mind-numbing pleasure.

Though you know once coming down from your high, your moments of heaven will slip through your fingers before crashing back down to reality.

He can read you like a book that he wrote with his own hands and it’s horrifying, he can predict what you’re going to say or do before you’ve even made up your mind. Which as you can guess, makes escape or wheedling out of a threatening scenario a null alternative.

If you decide to make the suicidal mistake of lying, your body will never quite function the same once he’s through. not to mention the plethora of emotional scarring that comes along with it.

After catching you in your mendacity and deeming your punishment enough, he’ll decorate your body in cuts, bruises and hickeys that throb from the abuse of his teeth. Laying you down in bed and tucking you in gently, wrapping an arm around in an act of ‘protection’ that was formerly wrapped around your throat in an act of threatening asphyxiation.

Eyes fluttering closed hours after he drifted off beside you, your heart rate quells and the tears staining your cheeks dry, preparing for the repeated cycle when the sun rises. 

How foolish to be lured in by such a facade, even the most beautiful of creatures can be hideous. 

Bokuto -  The Volcanoes Slaughter

Danger level: 9.5/10

The ticking of a time bomb, the cracking of the ground beneath your feet.

Once you are swept up in this man’s wrath you know there will never be an escape.

and he’s fucking terrifying.

His energy and vigour were what charmed you, his upbeat enthusiasm that while volatile, was very contagious and encouraging. 

If only you had known what kind of disaster was laying low under the surface.

Akaashi had tried to warn you, but you simply never listened.

He pities you now, for you’re in the same boat as him.

Eternally putting up with his violent tempers and erratic nature, which you often get the brunt of behind closed doors, left to cover the scars with a scarf and cheap pot of concealer.

His moods switch as quick as the direction of the wind, a gust too strong that leaves you flying back like a ragdoll against the wall.

Or that may just be because he actually threw you in a fit of rage, itching to see your limp body crack against the drywall to soothe his rage. Drowning the voices in his head with the sound of your soothing whimpers filled with agony.

While he may beat you black and blue whenever the overflow of emotions take over, he still does ‘care’ for you in his own sickening way, and would never have any qualms snapping a neck or two if it prevented anyone else laying a finger on you.

Though to be honest it’s the furthest thing from care, it’s downright monopolisation of something he deems his object.

How dare they hurt his personal punching bag, don’t they know you’re his and his alone to mark up in any way he pleases?

To everyone else, he seems like a very loving and protective boyfriend who has the occasional mood swing. If only they could pick up on the flinching of your body when his voice raises even a decibel, or the way you retract in fear at the swatting of a hand too close to your face. 

The anxiety felt when in his presence is indescribable, your whole body will soon become accustomed to trembling in fear, your fight or flight kicking in at the mere mention of his name. His voice sends every hair standing on end, bracing for the impact that may or may never come from his grazed fists.

Treading on eggshells and analysing every word before you speak will become second nature, even the tone of your voice or the way you arrange a question will be heavily thought over before even daring to let it escape your mouth.

You just can’t risk it, even hearing a word he doesn’t like will result in the tectonic plates shifting, getting closer to his impending eruption.

Once you hear the rumbling, you’ll know it’s far too late to run. Burned by the raging lava and consumed whole in a flood of pain and misery, it will destroy everything in it’s wake, even you.

Tendou - The Jesters Despair

Danger level: 10/10

You really opened pandora’s box with this one.

And once you so much as cracked it for a peak, just that little inkling of curiosity, the lanky arm of a redhead yanked your wrist and dragged you in with him.

Tendou’s eccentric and offbeat disposition was something you had always admired, it was what made your heart flutter.

Now? That eccentricity is put to the most horrifying of uses.

Mind games, manipulation, and unpredictability beyond your worst nightmare.

Tendou is the type to sink a blade into your skin and cackle maniacally while you cry and plead for him to stop. Edging himself and eyeing you up greedily at the painful fear in your eyes, blood trickling down your skin with each incision.

He’ll pull your hair back and slide his tongue along the cuts, his lustful gaze boring into your own as the pooling saliva leaves a chilling feeling on your skin, nose wrinkled in disgust at the thought of his DNA entering your bloodstream.

He thrives on trickery and deception. He’s the type to say something incredibly warm and soft-centred, one that makes your pupils expand in newfound hope with the question of “...really?” rolling off your tongue. That inkling of hope sparking the thought that maybe, just maybe he’s changed. 

Only to burst into a fit of laughter at your naivety, teasing you relentlessly for how gullible and moronic he thinks you are. 

This yandere is incredibly incalculable. Here one minute, gone the next. Don’t even bother trying to figure out what he’s doing or where he is, you’ll never know. It keeps you on your toes in the most negative and unnerving sense of the expression, he gets a buzz off leaving you wondering, and takes great satisfaction in knowing you’re probably thinking about him.

 However, he expects you to be there whenever he needs you, regardless of circumstance. And if you’re not? You’ll have consequences to face.

I’m sorry to say, but there is no chance in hell you’re surviving this experience, there’s no doubt you’ll be murdered eventually. 

After all, he does get bored easily. Not so much as giving it a second thought on disposing of you once you are no longer a source of fresh entertainment for his sadistic desires.

With each passing day his treatment becomes increasingly brutal, searching for new ways to fulfil that empty feeling in his heart and cold, hollow look in his eyes. Don’t even bother trying to save him, not even he would know where to start.

Every night as you shut your eyes on the hardwood floor beside his bed, you can’t help but wonder if this is the last time you’ll ever close them.

And for your sake? You’d better hope it is.

Charming you with the humour of a Jester and putting on a show, he’ll make it certain every time you laugh, will be paid back with tears twofold. 

Kageyama - The Majesties Tyrant

Danger level: 7/10

Kneel before your highness or face his wrath. Kageyama Tobio is the most commanding of them all. Permanently trapped in his dictatorship with no hope of revolt. 

He doesn’t become set on things very often, but once he does it’s something he’ll never give up until he’s conquered it wholly.

Stubborn, moody, domineering and demanding. With just enough of a soft side he uses to persuade you back again. 

Fuelled by ego, pride, and a sense of superiority, he will never stop until he has your total obedience.

Being the dense man he is, this is usually achieved through simplistic means of intimidation and threats of aggression.

Kageyama will not hesitate to raise his fist and back you into a corner, cowering in recoil at his menacing aura that itches to do damage

You will do what he says, whenever he needs it, no if’s but’s or objections.

For such a hard headed ruler, he’s surprisingly childish and unsure about how to express anything other than abuse.

I think a part of him genuinely does like you, but it’s far too clouded by his toxic nature that it could never be seen as even slightly redeemable.

The most you’ll ever get out of Kageyama is the occasional hug, in which he squeezes you far to tight and resurfaces the pain of last nights bruises.

He doesn’t resort to physical violence often, as he is always reprimanded by the team to control his anger. If only they knew what he was like behind closed doors. I suppose you could credit it to Karasuno that he hasn’t accidentally killed you yet.

Yet.

When it comes to matters in the bedroom, he is focused solely on his own gratification, yours being a second thought he never so much as acknowledges.

Collared and threaded by  chain, you will crawl beside him and take it all until you’re gasping for air. The only thing he cares about is climaxing and leaving you with the cleanup.

He’s quite self conscious, so don’t expect much physical affection unless he’s chasing a particularly intense release.

Kageyama is highly jealous and frequently painted green with envy, so expect your social life to dwindle significantly once he has his hands on you, literally and metaphorically.

Thankfully, he won’t isolate you entirely, but it’s enough to leave you feeling segregated from the rest of the world. A lone member of his regime that you are forever trapped in with no chance of escape.

Bow down with a meek mutter of “Yes...master.” His crown will twinkle in the moonlight as a symbol of your everlasting enslavement.

The king of the court, and the ruler of your heart.

[strangerthings4theories]

Katabasis and Anabasis: Billy Is The God-King Who Dies and Lives Again, Pt. 1

I’ve already offered evidence that Billy is a Christ figure. Mythologically speaking, the story of Christ fits into a larger tradition - that of the god-king who dies and lives again. This is an ancient mytheme that occurs over and over in wildly disparate cultures. It just really speaks to us for some reason, no matter where we’re from. If you want to tell a story that packs a punch, you can’t go wrong by tapping into this ancient myth.

With Billy, the Duffers have done precisely that. (Intentionally, imo.)

Proving it will take some work, so I hope you’re ready. ;) In this post, I’ll explore the extensive king symbolism that Billy has already been given. In my second post, I’ll explore his extensive god symbolism. In the third, I’ll explain the concepts of katabasis and anabasis and show how they apply to Billy.

>>In S2, Billy is a king in the making.

Billy may be a scruffy street rat when we meet him, but he has grand ambitions. From the second he struts into S2, he’s shown as having one primary goal: replace Steve Harrington as “King of Hawkins High.” He constantly stabs Steve in the back, undermines his manhood, and claims superiority in everything from playing sports to bedding women. And he does so with startling intensity.

We need only a handful of scenes to see this dynamic in action.

In our first scene with Billy and Steve, Billy’s just beaten the school’s keg record. “We have a new Keg King!” proclaims Tommy, Steve’s former hype-man. As the crowd chants Billy’s name, Billy struts inside, where he catches sight of Steve across the room. He then approaches him, climbing up onto a symbolic royal dais to present himself as a challenger to the throne. “We have a new Keg King, Harrington,” Tommy crows, informing us that the record Billy broke was Steve’s.

Old King, meet the new King.

In their next scene, they’re playing basketball, literally competing with one another. Billy seizes the chance to taunt Steve. “Harrington, right? I heard you used to run this school. […] Then you turned bitch.” He punctuates his taunt by shoving Steve to the ground and scoring a basket.

Undermine Steve’s manhood? Check. Imply his days as king are over? Check. Show him you’re gonna take his place? Check.

As if to emphasize the point - that Billy’s after Steve’s crown - the Duffers give us another basketball scene, this time with “Push It To The Limit” as the soundtrack. Here Billy taunts Steve by asking, “What? You afraid the coach is gonna bench you now that I’m here?” Then he shoves Steve down again, scores another basket, and comes back with an outstretched hand, presumably to help Steve to his feet. 

Not so. He just wants to undermine Steve further by suggesting he's incompetent.

“You were moving your feet,” he says. “Plant them next time. Draw a charge.” With that, he shoves Steve down a third time and walks away.

In the shower scene that follows, Billy offers a superficial olive branch, except it’s patronizing and dripping with disdain. “Don’t take it too hard, man,” he says of Steve’s breakup with Nancy. “Pretty boy like you’s got nothing to worry about. Plenty of bitches in the sea. Am I right?” Then he walks away with a parting shot: “I’ll be sure to leave you some.”

These scenes paint a picture of two alpha males vying for authority. The dialogue refers to kings and rulers, Steve and Billy literally compete at every turn, and Billy symbolically kills Steve by shoving him to the ground. By the time he offers his “olive branch,” Billy clearly believes he’s won. He’s King of Hawkins High now, with everything that entails. Steve’s once-loyal subjects are now his, and he gets first pick of the women. Steve has to make do with the leftovers. 

>>By the beginning of S3, Billy has settled comfortably into his “kingship.”

Alas, poor Steve. While he’s been reduced to pauper status, dishing out ice cream for children and struggling to land a date, Billy has ascended to the symbolic throne of the Hawkins Community Pool. In his first scene, he emerges gloriously into the sun, with the perfectly coiffed hair of a spoiled monarch. Then he struts to the throne the lifeguard chair from which he will rule the citizens of Hawkins. Along the way, he spots a citizen breaking the law, and he lets his displeasure be known. Loudly.

“No running on my watch! I catch you running again, and you’ll be banned for life. You wanna be banned for life, lard-ass?”

Brutal. But Billy is king of the pool, and the king has total authority.

He even has a symbolic harem: the middle-aged women who wait at the pool every day, clamoring, “Pick me!” “No, me!”  When Billy chooses Karen, he’s picking her out of the harem. She has won the favor of the king.

That night, as Billy drives his royal chariot Camaro to their meeting place, he’s smiling and laughing. He has everything he (supposedly) wanted in S2 - power, glory, sex. No one can dim his star.

Then the Mind Flayer strikes. Like an assassin, He waylays the king’s chariot Billy's Camaro on the road, then symbolically kills him by dragging him into the underworld the basement of the steel mill.

At the height of his powers, the king has been dragged off his throne. It’s a fuckin’ good twist, full of high drama and mythological meaning.

>>Even after he’s been “killed,” Billy’s kingly spirit shines through.

Yes, he’s the Mind Flayer’s puppet when El meets him. Still, their meeting is framed as the street rat visiting the prince or king in his castle. He’s presiding over a royal banquet for his subjects the Holloways, in a room decorated with gold and elegant chinoiserie. His hair is still beautifully coiffed, and he’s wearing a princely blue shirt.

(Here, have some graphics, because this is one of my favorite looks for him EVER)

In addition, lions are mentioned multiple times in Stranger Things. In S1, Nancy compares the Demogorgon to a lion: “And it seems to hunt at night, like a lion or coyote.” In S2, Steve tells Dustin you can pursue girls aggressively like a lion or stealthily like a ninja. (THIS IS AN IMPORTANT LINE OF DIALOGUE! I’ll make a post about it eventually.)

For several reasons, I’ve come to believe Billy is the lion of Stranger Things. 

1) His coloring is similar.

2) The sound design of the Camaro incorporates the roar of a big cat. (So does the sound design of the Demogorgon. Just fyi.) Listen to the Camaro in the first few seconds of this clip. Hear the roar? :)

3) When El comes to him in the Void, he’s made up to look like a lion: dark shading around the eyes, a golden “mane,” tan skin.

4) The Void scene evokes the story of Daniel in the lion’s den. El is Daniel, trapped in a symbolic cave with Billy, the lion who just might eat her.

This is such common knowledge it hardly bears mentioning, but lions have long been regarded as regal, noble creatures. They’ve been called “king of the cats” and “king of the savanna.” Even Christ himself was called “the Lion of Judah.”

A lion is the perfect symbol for Billy. He’s fierce, lethal, but ultimately noble at heart. Piss him off, and he just might eat your face.

By showing us his kingly “lion” side in the Void, the Duffers are saying his star may have been dimmed for now... but it’s still hidden deep inside him, waiting for the chance to shine again.

In my next post, I’ll explore how Billy evokes not just general god symbolism, but three gods in particular - Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades, the three brother-gods of Greek mythology.

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[luvnyx]

Strangers in the night

Pairing: Todoroki Shoto x Reader

Genre: fluff

Pronouns: they / them

Word count: 900+

Summary: Thunderstorms threaten to ruin a perfect plan, or perhaps it's a turn for something even better?

Warnings: food mention (slight?)

The brewing storm chased the young couple inside a tiny café, the warmth welcoming and soothing their shivering forms as they tried to catch their breath.

The sight before them was quite amiable yet a whiff of gloominess seemed to linger.

Vacant chairs and tables gave off a forlorn feeling, seeming to silently listen to the dying melody sang by the radio somewhere in the corner before getting violently silenced by infrequent thunders. Dark ceiling lights illuminated the melancholic scene as raindrops sparkled against the windows under them.

An elderly woman with a sympathetic aura glanced at her almost drenched customers as he wrapped an oversized coat around his partner, gently seized their hands together with his and blew warm air between the small gap of their palms.

"I'm fine, I'm fine!", you chuckled, trying to playfully escape from his grasp.

"You're still shaking all over.", frowned Todoroki as you felt the comforting warmth increase gradually in your arms, before he cupped your flushed cheeks.

"Stop that-!", you fumbled upon your words, taking flustered gazes at the old woman smiling at the antics of the youngsters.

"Take a seat, dear. I'll get some towels.", her kind voice spoke, laced with a certain delicacy.

"I'm sorry about this", began Todoroki, breaking the silence as you two settled down beside a window pane.

"You don't control the weather, you know?", you amused, gently rubbing circles with your thumb on the back of his hand.

"Still..", he trailed off, observing the view through the pane, allowing his mind to drift off into the gales for a while as he dried himself up with a towel.

Cool hues of dark blues and dots of pastel purples painted the skies, occasional lightnings and thunders lit up cotton candy clouds, it was a heavenly picture, truly, but there's terror in beauty, too.

Despite her elegance, she seemed to possess dark desires, a secret that she seemed to take to her grave; brutally downpouring on everything and anything she sees, flaunting her strength and marvel at all those who witness, wrecking havoc as admirers showered her with praise and adoration, oddly enough, she reminded him of a certain someone.

"And what may I get you, dear?", the elderly's soft voice cut through his thoughts, snapping him out of his reverie.

"oh, I'll have a zaru soba.", he requested, hearing a giggle from you, classic Todoroki.

"Don't worry, we could go to that restaurant some other day", you assured him, studying his slightly dejected features.

"oh no, it's not that" he started off, "I'm happy to be anywhere as long as it's with you", he added thoughtfully, oblivious to you slightly choking on your drink as you tried to regain composure, ".. I had a few plans in mind that I thought you might like", he sighed, slightly pondering.

"We just have to improvise! It's not like the storm is going to last forever", you beamed, waiting for light drizzles and sun rays to peek through the curtains.

Hours seemed to dwindle down to minutes, a faint babble between naive lovers filled the air before hushed raindrops replaced them, the aged waitress would often attempt a friendly conversation with a peculiar interest to know about a world quite unknown to her, reminiscing about the simpler days washed away with time before excusing herself back to her waiting tasks.

"hey, look", you pointed at the murky window, slowly wiping it; the rainfall left a bittersweet picture for their eyes, small puddles reflected the sombre starless sky above before drops caused ripples, distorting the clear image, street lights flickered to life, revealing lonely streets with a few stationary vehicles and brightly lit shops for company.

".. Come with me", he whispered, eyes immersed on the other side as he got up, softly squeezing your hand.

"hold on, where to-", you asked hesitantly, startled by the sudden decision as he directed you towards the exit.

Footsteps echoed on the sidewalk, rhythmically resonating with drops drumming on rooftops and idle chirps of birds nestling close to each other on pastoral trees as he pulled you closer to his chest, a small smile playing against his lips, calmly placing your arms around his neck, feeling your timid heart skip a beat.

"wait, someone might-", you faltered, a dawning realisation that curious eyes might be indulging in your innocent foolishness.

"calm down, it's alright", he hushed in a tone so unfazed by such notions, swaying your feet deliberately with his movements as he drowned himself in your alluring orbs, a wish to never come up for precious air clinging onto him.

You let out a sigh of relief, allowing him to puppeteer your pliable body and mind, drifting into euphoria with the sound of heels clicking against the pavement and puddles, the tender feeling of falling drops on your eyelids, cheeks and lips.

The picturesque spectacle would not be complete with the absence of any element in your long forgotten surroundings, a fact you realised a little later while recollecting this memory which you often confused for a dream. Though hazy since every logical reasoning seemed to leave at the moment, you almost feel like you got a glance at the little café in the corner, gleaming through the lurking darkness, the waitress sweeping, humming a tune of a song from a lost night as she caught the dancing dolls twirling under the glimmering light with her numb eyes glinting from her withered and wrinkled skin, and for a moment, even if just for a moment, she found herself in the days she left astray, as a weak laughter echoed from the dull four walls, gazing at the strangers in the night.

a/n: woo guess who's back~ it's been so longg since I wrote so I apologise for this being kinda bad, it's sort of a drabble + one shot I think? do forgive my grammatical errors, English isn't my first language :')

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[toraodwaterlaw]

Heart to Heart

Part 1; Part 2 of a four part AU fic set just after Marineford.

1161 words, angst with eventual happy ending

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“If there’s something you want to say, just come out with it.”

Law would have very much liked to nap but it was hard to do anything with Jinbe’s eyes painted on the side of his head for the past twenty minutes.

“It’s clear that Luffy-kun would not have survived if you hadn’t been here to care for him. Nor would I.”

Law raised an eyebrow. “I’m sure that’s not what’s been on your mind this whole time. What are you getting at?”

Jinbe got up from his seat at Straw Hat’s bedside. There was none of the shakiness of his earlier movements. He stood tall and strong, with his broad shoulders held wide. He was healing well. Law was pleased to see it, even as that returned vitality was being angled against him.

“I want to know what Doflamingo wants with us,” the Fishman said.

It wasn’t a question. Law only wished he could be so sure of his own motives as others were.

He crossed his arms and shrugged, the picture of nonchalance. “He doesn’t want anything.”

“I am thankful for what you’ve done but I know who you work for, Corazon. If he has anything planned—”

Something inside of Law snapped at the use of the title. He was used to it by now. It was how most of the world knew him. However, this action— this act of idiotic, shortsighted heroism— was his. If he was going to pay the price for it, he was damned well going to claim the credit.

He stood so suddenly that it made Jinbe slip into a defensive stance. Law ignored it. “He doesn’t want anything,” he repeated with a growl. “I’m not one of Doflamingo’s mindless puppets.”

Law’s fists were clenched tightly enough that his knuckles whitened beneath the brand of death on the base of his fingers. He could rip the Fishman apart with a gesture. If he wanted, he could even make it hurt.

Jinbe wasn’t cowed. “Then what do you want? I won’t allow Luffy-kun to be used and you’ll have to fight me if you have any ill intent.”

Law barked out a laugh, all the fight draining away. He was so tired. How many times would he have to answer this same question? He leaned back against the edge of Straw Hat’s bed. “If I wanted anything, I would have brought you both back to Dressrosa with me. I told you before, it was just a whim.”

Jinbe considered him with narrowed eyes. Law was ready to fight if he had to, but he hoped it wouldn’t come to that. Injured or not, Jinbe had been a Warlord. More than that, he was still Law’s patient for the moment. At his heart, he was a doctor. He didn’t like to kill, no matter what he might have been forced to do with that accursed title hung around his neck.

A sudden change in Straw Hat’s heart monitor instantly drew his attention away. At first it seemed the teenager was simply suffering through a particularly bad nightmare but then his eyes flew wide and he let out an ear piercing cry. He tore the monitors off himself with his blind thrashing. Law threw himself on top of the raging teen before he did more damage, either to himself or the valuable medical equipment. 

“Ace!”

“Stay still,” Law said with a grunt. Weeks later and his energy still felt low from the intense operation. His size advantage was holding out for the moment but Straw Hat was really thrashing. “If you open up your wounds, you will die.”

It was about as useful as talking with a wall for all that Straw Hat listened. He continued to struggle and call out for his brother. Law got a couple of fists to his jaw for his efforts. His teeth clacked together and he tasted blood. Straw Hat wasn’t messing around. Thankfully, neither was Jinbe. He lent his own hands to the effort and held down the teen’s kicking legs.

“Ace! Where are you? Ace!”

There was an unseeing, feral madness to Straw Hat’s gaze. Law knew the look all too well, as he was certain he’d worn it himself a few times in his life. It was enough to awaken a twinge of sympathy. He knew the pain of losing a sibling, of seeing the life you knew go up in flames before you. Unfortunately, he hadn’t exactly coped with that loss and so couldn’t imagine what to say to ease the pain.

Even if he did, he didn’t have the chance. Despite both his and Jinbe’s best efforts, they were trying to contain an unruly mess of rubber limbs. Feet stretched and dented the metal walls. Arms were extended and wound around Law to flip him off and away. Law slammed first into the floor, knocking the air from his lungs, and then through the equipment set up around the room. He was vaguely aware of injuries blooming across his skin, of bloody gashes and bruised bones, but he was more focused on glass breaking and metal bending. At this rate, his medbay would be ruined.

Law summoned up a Room, let it grow until it extended well beyond the bounds of the sub, and dumped the three of them unceremoniously on the grass outside. As soon as they landed, Straw Hat retracted his limbs and launched himself through the barrier that had been set up around the bay. Law sat up and brushed grass off himself as he watched the raging teen disappear into the jungle. 

For his part, Jinbe hesitated before running to give chase. Law nodded him on.

“Go on,” he said. “If Straw Hat-ya reopens those wounds, he will die. It’s as simple as that.”

“And you?”

“I’ve done everything I can for both of you. Any psychological damage is beyond my ability to fix. As for everything else, Straw Hat-ya just needs time and rest. He doesn’t need me here for that and I’m due back in Dressrosa. Overdue.”

Jinbe stared a moment longer as Straw Hat continued to rage in the distance. Law couldn’t begin to fathom what the former Warlord was thinking but then he nodded and hurried off toward the jungle. As soon as he was gone, Law started to check himself over for injuries. There was a gash along one of his arms and some broken glass digging into a shoulder. The blow to his jaw was going to result in a pretty monumental bruise but nothing too serious. He performed a scan just to be sure he wasn’t overlooking a concussion. The worst he found were a few bruised ribs. There was nothing to stop him from travelling back to Dressrosa.

Law sighed, whether from exhaustion or relief, even he couldn’t have said. His overwhelming thought at the moment was over. It was over and he could go back home. Not to the palace, but to Cora.