#child zombies my beloved

[celine-song]

Night of the Living Dead (1968) dir. George A. Romero

[ashtonisvibing]

"One last lullaby?"

Fandom: Jacksepticeye Egos

Alternate Universe: Normalcy AU

Ship(s): None

Character(s): Robbie the Zombie, Henrik von Schneeplestein

Warning(s): None

Originally Published: Nov. 28, 2023

Author's Notes:

yayaya, more stuff with robbie and henrik!

robbie's much more aged up than the last entry with them, and wants one last song before they head off to college :}

pronouns check:

henrik - he/him

robbie: they/them, he/him, it/its

Full Story:

"C'mon you stupid suitcase-!" Robbie grunted out as they tried to put all of their weight onto the suitcase on the floor, one arm carefully slipping from under their chest so they could grab the zipper and finally zip it closed. They'd spent nearly half an hour now to close their luggage despite the glaring issue that the case was simply too full. And that issue became even more obvious when they realized the zipper stopped nearly halfway around, with the same happening to the other zipper. "Oh you fucking-" They simply let out a frustrated sigh before collapsing face down onto the luggage. No point in continuing when it was obvious that failure was the only option here.

"I think that you might have packed too much there." A voice and a chuckle sounded from the doorway. Robbie tilted their head enough to see their papa, Henrik, now standing with an amused smile as he watched his child lay in defeat. They simply responded with a whine and a roll of their eyes as they moved their head so it was back in the rough material. "You do know you can bring more than one suitcase, ja?" Henrik chuckled again as he came over, sitting down in front of his child.

"Thought I could make it easier and put everything in.." They mumbled before finally sitting up, doing a quick shake of their head to get their bright purple hair out of their face. "That way I'm not overloading Casey's car. She's letting me ride with her, remember?"

The doctor sighed as he unzipped the luggage to see what Robbie could have packed. There were some clothes, their bear stuffie, accessories, various hygiene products. Nothing was packed properly though, it was all just piled into the casing haphazardly, ensuring that the luggage would have never closed properly. "Bärchen, this is an absolute mess! No wonder you couldn't close this, nothing is even folded properly!" He made quick work to pull everything out of the suitcase and started folding the clothes so they wouldn't just be a bunched up pile. "And this is hardly enough for a university student. Even if you put more stuff into a separate backpack this would not be enough." He set a folded pair of overalls into the case before continuing. "This is why I suggested that you just have me drive you there. That way you can bring as much as you will need. You were going to bring your hamper and trash bin with you, ja? And what about hang-"

Henrik quickly cut himself off when he noticed that Robbie had started crying while he was speaking. Now he was immediately filled with worry and a bit of panic. He thought that maybe his parental ranting had caused the tears, maybe he was being too harsh without even realizing. He shifted himself so he was now sitting in front of his child, gently pulling them into his arms. "Oh, bärchen, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so harsh.. You don't have to bring everything with you if you do not want to, I was just making suggestions.."

Robbie shook their head, their arms wrapping just as tightly around their papa. "Mm-mm, I just-" They sniffled. "I'm gonna miss you being so... Parental all the time.." They chuckled a little as they used the sleeve of their hoodie to wipe their tears away. "Why I was so insistent on Casey bringing me.. Cuz you wouldn't be seeing me cry when I- I had to leave.." Despite their attempt to wipe their tears away they had come back at full force. They hid their tears away in their papa's neck as he gently pulled them into his lap so he could hold them closer. He wasn't able to help his own tears that had started to form.

"Robbie, that is the silliest reason I have heard to not wanting me to drive you to university.." Henrik chuckled softly as his fingers gently combed through the other's hair. "I am fine with you wanting to ride with Casey, you know that I trust her. But I also want to be there during such a big moment. This will be your first day of university, I wouldn't want to miss this for anything. I even requested the day off just in case you changed your mind." He then gently pulled Robbie from their hiding spot so he could look at their face. "I have seen so many tears from you, and I will be perfectly happy with seeing some more tomorrow, okay?" Robbie only gave a little nod in response. "Okay. You do not have to go in until the afternoon tomorrow?" They nodded again.

"Yeah, around twelve or so."

"Alright. How about we save the packing until tomorrow morning then. And I will help you so you are not piling clothes into your suitcase." The pair shared a chuckle as Robbie gave another nod, wiping their eyes of their tears. "For now I think you could use some sleep. Do you want me to drive you tomorrow?"

Robbie paused a second as they thought over their answer. Although deep down they knew what that answer truly was. "... Yeah. I'll text Casey sometime tomorrow to let her know the change of plans and stuff. She'll probably make it seem like I'm breaking up with her." They snickered as they stood up, stretching their arms up over their head.

"Which you two are not, correct? Because you're-"

"Yes Papa, we are not dating." Robbie rolled their eyes a little as they pulled their bear stuffie from the rest of the pile that Henrik hadn't finished, plopping themself onto the edge of their bed. "That kiss was just a "fuck it, why not?" moment between friends. There's nothing more between us." Henrik was constantly asking if Robbie and their friend were dating, ever since he caught them sharing a kiss in the bedroom. He was fine with it being a kiss between friends, and he was fine with the possibility of anything more coming out of their friendship. But that didn't mean he wasn't always trying to find out if anything had suddenly changed between them.

The doctor put his hands up in the air as he chuckled softly, showing he was backing down. "Alright, alright, I'm just making sure. There would be nothing-"

"Yeah, yeah, nothing wrong with us dating, I knowwww." Robbie let themself fall backwards so they were now laying down. "You're the most supportive dad in the world, I know you'd be fine with pretty much anything so long as it's not illegal. Though even then if it's shoplifting you'd be cool with that, too."

"So long as it is shoplifting for necessities." Henrik chuckled as he started putting the rest of the pile of clothes into the suitcase still on the floor so that they weren't just sitting there. "I am fine with your love of anarchy and such so long as it doesn't get you into too much trouble." 

Robbie could only respond with a little hum as they adjusted themself so they'd be under the covers, watching their papa fold the clothes and put them all away far more neatly than they ever could. They figured it probably came from him having to pretty much be both their mom and dad for them their entire life, at least until they were old enough to take care of themself. Kind of had to do everything as neatly as he could, and Robbie was always thankful that he bothered. It wasn't very long until Henrik had finished packing at the very least the clothes, just placing the rest that was in the luggage on top for later. Yet in that short time Robbie was already starting to fall asleep, and when Hen noticed this he couldn't help his soft chuckle as he got up and placed a small kiss on his child's head.

"Get some sleep now, bärchen..." Henrik spoke as softly as he could, moving a little bit of hair out of the other's face. "I'm sure you will need it, you have a busy day tomorrow..."

Before he was able to even turn away he was stopped by a hand carefully grabbing his wrist. Robbie was almost completely covered by their blanket, only the upper half of their head being visible now. "Could you sing me something..?" They were interrupted by a yawn. "Like when I was a kid.."

Henrik had to swallow back the joy and adoration that hearing that question gave him. It had been years since he sang Robbie to sleep, he had only really stopped when he also stopped putting them to bed in general. It made him feel a sense of nostalgia from when they were so much younger. How could he possibly say no to such a thing? "Of course I can. Move over." He chuckled a little, and once Robbie moved over he got himself under the blanket as well. The other was quick to snuggle right into his arms, head resting on his chest and unable to help their sleepy little smile when they heard the faint sound of their papa's heartbeat. It was such a soothing rhythm that they were tempted to just fall asleep right then and there. But they managed to keep awake long enough to at least hear the beginning of the lullaby.

Robbie didn't expect themself to remember the melody so quickly. It was completely in german, one that Henrik always sang to them when they were a child and just completely unable to fall asleep. According to the doctor it was a song his own mama sang to him as well. Henrik's voice wasn't the absolute greatest when it came to singing, but Robbie would never complain, especially not now when they had so many happy memories with this lullaby. And it's not like they could complain if they wanted to, what with how tired they were becoming. They could barely keep their eyes open as they tried to snuggle closer to their father. The last thing they noticed before they finally drifted off to sleep was the kiss on their head and Henrik's arms wrapping tighter around themself, and it left them falling asleep with a smile. They didn't know if their papa stayed after the lullaby was gone, if maybe he fell asleep in their bed with them. At the moment they didn't really care. All they cared about was hearing that precious lullaby one last time.

Before they had to go off to college, and take their first step into adulthood, they got to feel like a kid again.

[ambreiiigns]

i finished the saw series :)

[kaeyaphile]

Current favorite character in genshin 👀

omg finally a chance to talk about my mvp, qiqi!!! 😊 i was SOOO happy to have her be the first 5-star character i ever got when i wished on my first banner - xiao's banner!!! and i was even more ecstatic when i got her when i first wished on cyno's banner too!!! extremely happy to have her be c1 for sure!!! i definitely use her all the time she never leaves my party!!! ❤️ 💖 💕

[thearsonistofarland]

This is a Zozo appreciation post

[e-nonsense]

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟'𝗦 𝗞𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡 - 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵. 𝘻𝘦𝘳𝘰

pairing. batfam x batsis!reader + platonic!matt murdock x batsis!reader

warnings. swearing, child neglect, mentions of an accident that makes you blind, canon/typical violence, nothing goes with comics

series masterlist

You got to Gotham city when you were five, you didn't want to go but you had no choice your mother was dead, and had left you in the care of your father.

But even at five years old your father had no time for you. Always busy with the public, or with Batman.

At the time Dick was fifteen, he had no reason to care for a little sister, but Jason. Oh Jason Todd, to you he was an angel.

Your big brother who at eight years old you deemed cooler than Dick Grayson.

Everyday after patrol, he'd come up and check on you, tell you a story usually a more child friendly version of his missions.

You kept him grounded, you made all his anger go away, an anger you blamed Bruce for because when you two first met he wasn't angry he was a happy kid. Everytime you called his name, the soft mutter of "Jay" would knock some sense into him.

But after the accident, the one you went blind, you were nine nearly ten and Jason would stay fifteen, in that year you had lost two things.

Your sight, and your big brother

You were often met with pity than concern because of it. Everyone always asking if you were alright, but never truly caring about the answer.

You heard about the headlines when it happened, "Y/n Wayne, gone blind" or "Gotham's little princess now Gotham's latest victim"

It's not like they actually cared, no of course not they only gave a shit about the publicity they'd get from selling stories like this.

You were only nine years old, you'd think five years would be enough to adjust.

Apparently not..

"Miss Wayne" you heard a gentle knocking at the door of your father's office- well it's your office now. Bruce signed Wayne Industries off to you, because it would make everyone's lives easier if you (someone they deemed quite useless) were actually doing something important, it gave them more vigilante time. Besides you finished school already, you were a smart kid, always top of your class you managed to skip a couple of grades and graduate early like super early.

You were a disappointed when nobody but Alfred turned up, then again you'd stopped caring about that a while ago. Jason - your beloved zombie brother - wouldn't stop apologising, and he took you for ice-cream and hung out with you for the rest of the night as an apology. You couldn't stay mad at him.

"Yes?" you'd been running the company for a few weeks, Alfred was usually helping you. Reading out things that weren't in braille, but since the first thing you did when you got Wayne Industries was buy braille embossers mainly 'cause you knew Alfred would always be there to help you with everything.

"Sorry to disturb you Miss, but y'know that guy that you fired last week?"

"Yeah, the one that was caught uh- having sex in the storage room right?"

"The very same Miss" if you could see right now Tani's face would be littered with pink on her cheeks, "He wants to sue"

"And?" you groaned, that came out harsher that you intended, you could sense that she understood.

"Well he's got a pretty compelling case against the company. When your father owned it that is, very incriminating"

"shit" you muttered under your breath, mentally thanking any godly being out their that Alfred wasn't there to hear you.

"how hard is it to get a good lawyer?"

"No" Matt's voice was firm, he didn't want to take the case and nobody could make him.

"no what do you mean, no" Foggy didn't get it, I mean he sort of did but you were offering a nice pay- like more than what's in their pay grade- but it had nothing to do with criminal law, sort of.

"I don't want to do it Foggy, it has nothing to do with my job or qualifications"

"I'm going to do it then"

"No" Foggy wasn't even listening, he had already walked out of the room and went to reply to the email your secretary had sent to him and various other lawyers.

Foggy stepped up to Tani's desk- Matt beside him- and smiled, eying to the elevator that led all the way up to your office, two security guards on each side. You had put them there for Tani because when she didn't let people up they'd harass her.

"Hi, we're here to see Miss Wayne" Foggy's voice only slightly louder than the crappy music in the background. Tani looked up, "name?"

"Nelson, Foggy Nelson"

For the first time since they arrived Matt talked, but only to utter his name.

"Through the elevator please"

They walked as silently as possible, neither in the mood to talk to one another. Once they were inside and going up Matt was talking.

"Y'know kids probably just gonna be another spoilt rich kid, who's daddy running the business behind their back because they can't do shit"

Foggy only let out a sigh, and walked through the elevator doors when he saw it open, only to reveal another door, one he assumed led to your office.

He was shocked to hear laughter coming from inside the room, what ever happened to professionalism?

"Alfie, I swear this guy was high-"

Matt heard a this 'Alfie' guy chuckle "Miss Wayne you can't say that about them, they're lawyers that came hear to help you"

"I know I know, but you should've seen them" you exaggerated the word seen and it made Alfred laugh.

But the laughter stopped when Foggy knocked on the door and Alfred cleared his through smiling while gesturing for them to come in.

"Oh my god, she's blind Matt" Foggy whispered, as he watched you move from leaning on the desk and stood up straight.

"Sorry I'd shake your hand but I'm not exactly sure where you are"

Matt smiled at that "Don't worry 'bout it, 'cause I don't know where you are either"

"He's blind" Foggy not so discreetly whispered to you.

"I can see that" you whispered back with a chuckle, you cleared you throat "now onto business then?"

"Of course"

Okay maybe Matt was a little wrong about you, alright very wrong about you. You were nothing like he imagined, but then again he hadn't put much thought to what you might be like.

He could tell that you could handle yourself, and that impressed him a lot. He could also tell that you were still grasping the ropes of being blind.

And well he wanted to help you, to train you. He thought it was funny, him training someone but he wanted to try. Maybe you could be the next Daredevil.... scratch that he didn't want that for you.

Now how is someone supposed to reveal a secret identity to a complete stranger?

ᴛᴀɢ/ꜱ: @fandxmslxt69 @jaguarthecat @bxdbxtxh15 @byebyeeye @8-29pm

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[mcyt-enthusiast]

MCYT incorrect quotes my beloved:

Tango: WHO ATE MY BREAD?!

Tango: I'M GOING TO K-

Zedaph: I did?

Tango: Kiss you and buy some more, you haven't been eating anything today Zedaph.

*walking away*

Zedaph:

Zedaph: He's gone Impulse.

Impulse, coming out the closet with bread stuffed in his mouth: Twankh uh!

Jimmy: I can do anything I put my mind to. I once figured out Joey's phone number just by choosing random numbers.

Lizzie: Joel likes to win. When he was 8, a little Club Scout friend of his bragged that they could sell the most cookies.

Lizzie: Damned if Joel didn't walk the neighborhood till he got blisters on his feet, and won by 10 boxes.

Lizzie: Best part is, Joel wasn't even a Club Scout.

BDubs: What's the straightest thing you've ever done?

Etho: *sighs*

Etho: I killed a man.

Doc: You either buckle down and do your work or you'll end up at McDonalds.

BDubs: We're going to McDonalds if I don't do my work?

Doc: NO-

Doc: So are you gonna explain how the hell you crashed my car?

Grian: Well we were driving and there was a deer in the road, so I said "Scar, deer!"

Doc: ...And what did Scar do?

Grian: ...He said "Yes, Honey?"

Scott: I don't want to fight you!

Jimmy: I wouldn't want you to fight me either!

Teacher: Your child was in a fight.

Scar: Oh no, that's terrible!

Grian: Did they win?

Shelby: So, are you two friends?

Joey: Yes.

Katherine: No.

Jimmy: I'm in love with you.

Scott: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.

Jimmy: I know.

Scott: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

Oli: Can I offer you a nice stick in this trying time?

Shelby: Ooh, somebody has a crush

Jimmy: Pfft, I don't have a crush on Scott I just think he's cool, it's not like I stay up at night thinking about him.

*Later that night*

Jimmy, very much awake: Uh oh.

Jimmy: Where is Tango?

Etho: I'll do you one better, who is Tango??

Scott: Here's a better question, why is Tango?

Xisuma: Y'know, maybe things aren't so bad. I'm here. I got the nice ocean breeze. Just alone with my thoughts.

Grian: Hey, Xisuma.

Xisuma: GODDAMNIT!

Mumbo: Did it hurt when you fell-

Grian: From heaven? Wow, I didn't think you were such a flirt-

Mumbo: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.

Grian: ...

Mumbo: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

Tango: What's your biggest fear?

Mumbo: That I'll never be good enough for anyone.

Scar: Everyone hates me and talks about me behind my back.

Grian: Zombies.

Mumbo: ...

Scar: ...

Grian: BUT they can open doors.

BDubs, rushing into the room: It's terrible, just terrible! I am so upset!

Impulse: BDubs, honey, sit down! Sweetheart, tell us all about it. Etho, would you get BDubs some water?

Etho: What is he gonna do with water? Has water ever made you feel better when you were upset? Have you ever heard anyone say, "Thank God, the water's here!"?

Tango: Jimmy likes to say 'you can be part of the problem or part of the solution,' but I happen to believe you can be both.

Ren: Where are you going?

Etho: Hell, eventually.

Lizzie: *Talking to Joel* Oh, hi. I didn't see you there. Welcome to my abode. I'm glad you could join me.

FWhip: But this is my abode.

Lizzie: ...

Lizzie: Welcome to my abode, I'm so happy to have you, guest.

Impulse: I think we can all agree I'm the ten amongst these threes.

Jimmy, very tired: Can I sleep in your bed?

Scott: *half asleep* Jimmy, this is a queen-sized bed. That means it's for *gestures vaguely to himself* queens.

BigB: Hey Cleo, can you give me the opposite of these words?

BigB: Always, Coming, From, Take, Me, Down.

Cleo: Never, Going, To, Give, You-

Cleo: The satisfaction.

Martyn: The next time I open up to someone, it'll be my autopsy.

Martyn: Hey, do you know the password to Cleo's computer?

Scott: Screw you, Martyn.

Martyn: Hey!!

Scott: No, you misunderstood, the password is "screwyouMartyn".

Martyn: Oh, no numbers? Not very safe.

Pearl: Real life should have a search function, or something.

Pearl: I need my socks.

FWhip: So you like cats?

Sausage: Yeah.

FWhip: *tries to impress him by slowly pushing a glass off the table*

FWhip: My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco.

Scott: My life is a little too much fall and not enough boy.

Jimmy: My life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance.

Oli: My life is a little too much imagination and not nearly enough dragons.

Doc, about Etho: He's speaking some kind of French.

Ren: Let me handle it. I speak Spanish. It's the same thing.

Impulse: You call yourself my soulmate, but where were you when my meme only had four likes?

Tango: Making four accounts.

Impulse, tearing up: Really...?

Jimmy: *yawns*

Scott: Yeah, being that pretty must be tiring.

Jimmy: Then you must be exhuasted.

Joey: Will you two shut up? Some of us are lonely.

Scar, to Mumbo: If BDubs doesn't say "I'm King of the world" within an hour on that boat, I will give you my next pay check.

BDubs, within 5 minutes of getting on the boat: I'M KING OF THE WORLD!!!

Lizzie: Joel annoyed me today so I told him that I can't wait to see what he has planned for our special day tomorrow.

Gem: There is nothing special about tomorrow.

Lizzie: But there is something special about watching the color leave his face as panic takes over.

[little-reader]

"The Son of A Monster." Ch. 8

Masterlist

Carl Grimes x Male!Reader

Warnings; Graphic Gore, Death, blood, Slow-burn, Sexual tension, Gay awakening (For both), Cursing, Negan is the Readers dad, Enemies to lovers story. Fighting. Zombie Apocalypse. Implied rape.

I sat in a room I was quite familiar with. This time, it had an extra bed, with blankets lying at the end. It was moved into the house after I was checked. I lay in this bed for hours. My back was facing the room as I stared at the wall. Plain blue wallpaper with a few cracks. There wasn’t much to do. I felt like a misbehaving child, sent to his room without supper. I was tired, and I hadn’t seen anyone since I came into this room. 

There wasn't much to say. What could I say? I sighed, staring at my fingers as I fiddled with them. The talking downstairs could be heard as it echoed through the hallways outside the door. I wasn't sure what they were talking about, but I could guess. I feel as though I will not be leaving this house or room for a while. A long while. I guess it wasn't too bad. A bed, food, a shower... and alone with my thoughts. It wasn't all that bad, it was quiet and calm, just what they wanted. 

I could hear footsteps coming upstairs and walking down the hall as I closed my eyes. The door handle was turned and pushed in. Soft feet camp in and close the door. I could hear the creak of the other bed and a light flip on, a lamp beside his bed, and pages flip. His beloved comics. That's what he was reading. It wasn’t usual, he'd stay up for hours either rereading comics or action books. Sometimes, he would draw with a Sharpie, making his figures.

I thought that was cute. He is making his figures. When he left the room, I would skim through his stack of papers, looking at the small pictures he drew. 

I sigh silently, slowly moving my head to look at the other bed. He was doing exactly that. Reading a book this time in his bed. His hat was hung on the top of the lamp and flannel was thrown at the bottom of the bed. His shoes were left at the door, showing how he lazily took them off. 

“You up?” He asked, making me realize he was looking at me. I hummed, and looked at the wall, playing with my fingers. Why did they put me in this room? As a joke, or had he asked? Or was he now supposed to watch over me like I did with him? Doesn't matter really. I'm stuck. He left me behind. For all he knows, I could be dead… I rub my eyes, yawning. “Dad said you're allowed out of the house if someone's watching over you.” He states as I give him another small hum. I was sure this annoyed him, by his small sigh and the sound of shuffling behind me. His light moved and pointed at me. I could see his shadow moving around on the wall as I had my head shoved into the pillow. My fingers played with the fabric of the pillowcase, pulling on the old rattan tag that was attached to it.

I felt a dip in my bed as Carl sat behind me, getting comfortable. I wasn’t sure what his motive was, but I didn’t appreciate it as I moved closer to the wall. I pushed my body forward and rolled onto my stomach, the blanket slipping off me because of the movement and Carl sitting on it. I grunted.

It was a while before he read. I could hear the book pages flip, and see his shadow moving as I stared at it. My heart beat a little faster. Something hit me rather quickly. I kissed him. In front of his family. His whole family. Shit. Though, he acted like it didn’t happen. I couldn’t tell what hurt worse, rejection or throwing it away. Another mistake, another damn mistake. It pissed me off to think he put off the kiss. But that was selfish. I was selfish. Now I’m here, with Carl reading on my bed, in a room I’m stuck in, in a town I have been in for months. I was always stuck here. This time, it would be harder to leave, to sneak out. 

 I sighed and turned on my back, now staring at the ceiling. Carl looked over from his book at the sudden movement. I stared at him, before letting my arm smack into his book down and sighing again. He rolled his eyes. 

“I'm… sorry,” I said, barely over a whisper, as I left my armrest on his lap and stared at my fingers again. I raised an eyebrow. His head tilted slightly. “I… I’m sorry, for everything.” I whispered, only glancing at him for a second. Lifted myself into a sitting position, letting out a breath as I did. “I didn’t know why I was going home. I didn’t know he was gonna kill your people, hell I did too.” I paused, picking at my nails. “And I’m sorry for doin’ that in front of your family. It was selfish,” I stated, not daring to look at the young boy. I was honestly scared to look at him. What emotion would lie in his expression? Disgust? 

I jolted slightly as he placed his hand on mine. I didn’t move them for a moment before I started to wrap my fingers intertwined with his. I sighed softly. “I don’t know what to feel. It's new for me.” Carl said, in the same calm voice, as he stared at our hands. “I…” He pauses like he’s trying to think about what to say. “I like you… and the time I spent with you, it wasn’t just me keeping you away… I’m sorry about that too. I enjoy spending time with you, Y/N. I love going out of the walls almost every week, watching you tell stories in that old house. I love going to that lake, going in and sitting in the field to dry off and stare at the clouds. I love when you give me your comic collection or teach me how to make pasta… I feel myself around you.” He stated, playing with my fingers. “Everyone warned me you’d hurt me… and all you’ve done is the opposite. I can’t count how many times you’ve saved my ass out there, in here… you make this world… better.” He grips my hand, now staring at me. I stare back. I want him. Crave the boy near me. I lifted my hand and rubbed his cheek, pushing his hair out of his face, and looking at his face. His bandage covered the side of it, and his face looked like he was confused, but strong in his emotions. 

“I… you know… 'm two years older than you... Bigger than you.” I started like I was trying to deny, reject, or back out. He broke eye contact and nodded, “Hey…” I paused, dipping my head down to catch his gaze. “Just… no funny business,” I whispered, and he chuckled slightly, then left it to a small smile. I rubbed his chin with my fingers. I felt his hand squeeze mine as my eyes flickered to his lips.

I smiled and kissed his cheek softly, pulling his chin to kiss the other. I kissed the corner of his mouth, then his chin, and the tip of his nose before I paused. I felt content at the moment. I looked down, my eyes locking with his, as I rubbed his chin with my thumb softly, and softly pressed my lips to his mouth, letting myself sink into the other boy. I let my hands wrap around his hair, bringing him closer.

I had my body draped across his, our legs wrapped together. I had just noticed how much bigger I was than him, but he was younger, so that might change shortly. I had my arms wrapped around his torso, and my head propped against his shoulder as he read. The blanket went to my shoulder. I closed my eyes, letting myself soak in his body heat as I drifted to other places. My mind kept on him as I fell asleep.

Dusty fields overlapped my body, the ingrown wheat or the yellow fields surrounded me as I lay in them. I opened my eyes, slowly looking around, I saw clouds looking down upon me as I was suddenly lifted into a standing position without moving a muscle. I blinked, turning my torso, but unable to move my feet forward. I could see a hand peeking out from the crops as I squinted. I felt my hands clench. The hand from the crops reached out towards me, inviting me in. The ring on the finger was oddly familiar, the hand pale and purple, with long nails and a pearl bracelet. Soft and dead. I reached out for it, trying to speak, I knew the hand quite well, or so I had not seen this hand in a while. I tried to screech out. But hands from the fields behind me started to grab me and pull me into them. I leaned my upper body over, trying to grab the hand, I wanted to yell out, but nothing came out, just the sound of the wind. The other side of the field was lit on fire, engulfing the hand as I was pulled in. One gloved hand, a smaller hand with dirt in its fingernails, two children's hands, and a dead hand with long nails and a black sleeve.

My eyes opened wide, feeling the sweat pool on my back as I lay there and felt my lungs heave quickly. I swallowed, my throat dry as I moved myself away from the sleeping boy. He shifted in his sleep, turning his back to me as I climbed over his legs. My feet touch the ground, feeling the floor beneath them. Something felt off about this room, it wasn’t set perfectly. I mean, everything was in its place, the book Carl was reading, same color, same light, same bead, sheets and blankets… Something was different. I felt wrong as I stood in the middle of the room. It started to cave, the room was getting smaller, and the walls started to turn into shapes as I started to lose my balance. The humming was heard behind me, in different tones, pulling me towards the voice. Blackness. Sweat and a thud.

-

“He just got out and passed out,” Carl said, looking at the two for help. “He won’t wake up and he’s not responding.” 

Yelling was heard down the hall as Rick and Michonne got out of bed quickly, and raced down the hall with weapons in hand. The door slammed open, and the two looked around, expecting to see a different scene. Carl looked panicked on his knees, looking at my sweating, pass-out body as he held my head in his lap.

“Michonne,” Rick said, putting his gun down. She nodded and left the room. Rick made a quick effort to check my pulse. “He’s not doing so hot,” Rick said, feeling the heat radiate off of my body. He lifted my shirt up and slowly peeled off the bandage. “Jesus.” He said, covering his nose and pushing it back.

That made Carl panic more. “What? What is it?” He said, going to pull the bandage but Rick moved his hand back. The smell circled the room. “Dad.” He said, covering his nose. “What's wrong?” He questioned. 

Rick shook his head, looking at his son before pulling the bandage and turning on the bedside light. “That smell… that is the infection,” Rick said, looking at the deep wound. There was goo covering the bandage and wound. Carl's eyes widened.

Carl watched from his bed as Aaron, Toby, Daryl, and Carol came in with a carrier. Carol looked over the wound, whispering where Rick could not hear. Michonne had a medical box with her as they lifted my body on a board. Carol took off the old bandage and wiped down the wound with an alcohol wipe. They slowly carried me out of the room to take care of me somewhere else. 

Carl was left awake, in his room alone. His thoughts left him in worry. 

“Who checked him yesterday?” Rick asked, outside the medical building. Daryl shrugged. “That boy looks like death, his skin is rotting and nobody noticed?” He asked, looking at the group.

“Must have happened when he was taken off the IV,” Michonne stated, looking at the door. “But you're right, he shouldn’t have been brought out.” Rick sighed, hands on his hips. 

Fire. I burned through my veins. I was replaying the day over and over. The woods lit. Screaming and blood. Replay after replay.

A hand ruffled my hair as I pushed it off. My small hands patched up a jacket with a needle. “Me and some boys are going to go hunt for rabbit,” Negans said, looking down at me with a sight smirk. I smile back at him. “You be good and stay out of Bert's way, don’t think he likes us after the fight.” He whispered the last part and I nodded.

He had his bat and a bow. The others laughed and waved him over, he called to them and once again, ruffled my hair before leaving. There weren’t many people here, in the tiny civilization we called home. There were tents, big and small, for different families or groups. Groups of watchers are on the sides of the camp, keeping the people inside safe. 

I was in a group of girls, and my small body was not able to help the other boys, or at least that is what the others said, and my dad agreed with them. So I stayed with the other girls, helping out with washing, sewing, cleaning, and butchering. It wasn’t just because I was small. I played many sports and built up strength from them, but I was younger and smaller than the rest of the boys, even some girls my age. But I hadn’t minded, that meant I could stay away from one side of the camp. Bert ran half of the camp, and Harriot ran the other. They were connected, chores scattered in many places of the camp but both of them knew how to do two different things. Harriot was a kind woman, who showed me kindness and softness when meeting our small group at first. Then there was Bert, who hadn’t wanted us here in the first place. He fought my dad quite a lot. I’ve sometimes seen my dad grip his bat, looking at it in our shared tent when he thought I was asleep. Bert is an ass, to say the least. Someone you shouldn’t be near. But he wasn’t stupid. He kept his eyes trained on me most of the time. Sometimes I would make eye contact with him to see him glaring at me from afar. But he’d only mess with me when my dad was gone, or when Laura was not watching over me. 

I sat quietly, finishing up with the patched pants, that I was quite proud of, when I heard feet trail behind me. I look over my shoulder, folding the pants in my lap. Bert and a few boys, who looked like they wanted to kill me, stood with me with a grin plastered on his face.

“Boy.” He said, crossing his arms. “I think it’s time you do some real work, not sitting around like a little lady.” This made the boys laugh at me, I felt like a turtle that started to tuck into its shell. I glance at the pants and back at him.

“But… my dad said-” He interrupted me with a huff. “- blah, blah, blah.” He said, waving his hand. “I’m sure you’d be fine. You need to be a man, boy.” He said, grasping my arm and pulling me up. “Need to help or I’ll tie you in a tree, let the bitters get ya.” I gulped, nodded along with him as I stood, and placed the pants on the log where I sat. 

I was pulled along with the other group of boys, clearly smaller and younger than them. I let myself glance as we passed out of the camp ridge over at Bert’s side, near the butcher tent and fire. The dawn just started to settle. We stopped by the fire, where logs sat near a tree. “Now, c’mon boys.,” He said, clapping as they started moving logs. I looked around, confused without directions. Bert looked at me like I was stupid. “Dammit, boy. Move em’!” He yelled, pointing to the tent. I rapidly nodded and started to move the logs slowly. I had two in each arm, they were heavy but nothing I couldn’t manage. 

I felt the playful shove of my shoulder from one of the boys as he grinned and passed me quickly. I blush as I sit down the logs in the pile made. Older boy, by three years. 17, he was. I saw him around a lot, sometimes he would come and talk to me, ask me about how I used to live, or if I’d be joining him in some of the other's chores. Brunette with green eyes and a sweet apple-picked smile. His teeth were almost perfect, one back with a slight outward angle. He towered over me most times, but talked sweetly, sometimes pulling me to his chest when no one was around. Husten, or hue for short, was his name. He called me Pinky or Doll, he said it was because I always worked with the girls and I was smaller than him.

He’d brush my hair with his hands, playing with it, but listen to my ramble on about something stupid. He’d play with his foot under tables during supper, or bump my knee with his. He said his love language was physical contact. I remember, once I had a nightmare and wandered out at night where he was finishing up putting wood in the fire. He brought me back to his tent, where his father was out on watch. He had my head to his chest, rubbing my scalp and humming an old melody my mother used to sing. He rubbed my back until I fell asleep.

We always got along. It made me feel bubbly inside. However, I ignored this fact and went on with my chores. It started to get dark, and now the fire and a few lights lit up the trees as the boys finished up. I plucked up the last bit of logs as I stared at Hue, he was talking to some of the others. This caused me to trip over my feet and land in the mud. 

I heard laughter and a huge huff behind me as I lifted myself. The wood under me left my hands scraped and rugged. I hissed and looked at them as I was pulled up by my shirt collar. “Boy, you have annoyed me for the last goddamn time.” He said, gripping the sides of my arms. He then looked behind me and smiled. “Go get the rest, out past the orange line.” He said, pointing over to a spot that had been spray-painted. Danger at night. That is what it meant. The watchers could not see in specific spots at night and marked them not to go near at night and not to stray away from camp. You were only allowed over there if it was early morning and the watchers already checked the area. 

“Bert, it's not safe-” Hue tried to reason with the men, glancing at me. Bert interrupted him, shoving me back. “He has to be a man someday,” Bert stated, crossing his arms. “Now, go on boy, go get it.” 

I gulped and looked over to the darkness that clouded the trees. I gulped and looked back at him, other boys were smiling, grinning at my frozen state. It’s like they were waiting for my downfall. I breathed in, and out.

-

Carl stared at the body on the bed as monitors were giving the occasional beep. It had been a couple of days since the night. He sat close, sometimes going out of the walls for supplies or with his dad. Iris was also here a lot. She traveled back from Alexandria, conversating with Carl. Though, she said multiple times she wasn’t feeling it, standing around, waiting for the monitors to lead the beep on. Carl played with his hands, he’d open the blinds and let the sun pour into the room. His heart ran at times, wondering as he would space out for half hours and wonder. He left a stack of his comics on the bedside table to read when bored, but he never really had the thought to. 

(Two days ago)

Carol came out of the medical building and cleaned her hands. “The boy is fine. We needed to open the cut again. He stopped the bleeding, but the wound was still internal. We stitched him back up..” She paused, sighing as she looked at the group. “Kid knows what he’s doing, that was only meant to stop the bleeding until he could get attention. I’m honestly surprised he’s not dead… and Not to accuse anyone, but they should have known this was going to happen.” 

Rick, hands on hips and in thought, nodded. He rubbed his chin. “I… he’s only two years older than Carl, He saved Carl. That kid is different from his father and people need to see that.”

Rick was out in a few hours, looking for supply with Carl. They stopped at a gas station not too far along. Rick had a plan going along by now, Carl helped for the past two weeks, watching the plan form, and also understanding others were at war. 

“I’m glad he’s slept through most of this.” Said Rick, looking at Carl. Carl looked up at the sudden talk with a confused gaze. “He’s his father's son… but he’s got some different traits. Good traits.” He said, tilting his head as he looked at Carl. Carl only nodded. “Listen… He’ll be fine, He’ll be awake before you know it. The boy needs his rest." Silence bore into the conversation as Carl kicked a rock around. 

"How?" Carl’s eyebrows furrowed, refusing to look back up at his father's eyes. “How bad was it?” He whispered, looking at Rick's feet. Rick shook his head.

“Not the worst, but not the best. He could have died, honestly…” Rick heard Carl’s breath hitch. “Carol said he should be fine, it might take a while to fully recover.” 

-

I felt the slight wind knock against my skin, allowing me to shiver. The leaves crunched under my nervous foot as I passed the lined grass and into the seething darkness that captured me. I reached my destination. People behind me clapped as I picked up the last two logs. Heavy they were, as I turned on my feet and started to head back. 

-

As expected, the gurgling made me pause and freeze in my spot. I stared into pitch-black darkness. Nothing. I looked over at the group as Bert yelled at me to “hurry my ass up”. I gulped and started walking once again. I continued. I was at the fire that was near the butcher tent and orange line when a branch snapped to my right, and, in a split second, I hit a grill and fell onto the ground.

I could hear myself scream, having my clothed arm in its mouth, tearing at the leather. Its hands tried to reach my face. I felt the heat rise in my face, though I couldn’t tell if it was the situation I was in or the gigantic fire behind the biter. 

It was pulled off me in a matter of seconds. I rolled onto my stomach, the world spinning as I looked beside me. My eyes widened. Hue stood beside my lying body, a knife in hand as three biters crowded over him. Bert and the others were focused on the fire that was spreading rapidly. One lurched onto him, and he was able to kill that one, but the other was able to bite into his forearm, ripping out a chunk of skin. The third gripped his arm and bit into his neck, both causing a scream as he pulled it off. He kicked the third away, killing the second. 

I stared at him as he turned, holding his arm as blood started to flow out. “I-I… I-” I felt tears overflow my eyes as I stared at him. My hands gripped the dirt. He dropped his knife and fell to the ground in a sitting position as he stared at me. I was able to crawl over to him quickly, staring at him with wide eyes. He examined his arm, which continued to bleed out. He didn’t have long. 

“I… I like you, kid.” He said, with a smile, pain in his eyes. He breathed heavily. "You can’t be weak in this world… you’ll die just like me. Just like… I’m not built for this world.” He said. I shook my head and he only nodded, placing his bloodied hand on my face. I quickly held his bleeding forearm and he laughed, pressing his lips to mine, with little energy. “Run.” He whispered, falling against the tree he leaned on. I shook my head as I saw his eyes start to wave open and close. I heard him breathe in deep and shallowly, before letting his chest fall one last time. His eyes stared at me, keeping them open as I started to cry, shaking his shoulders.

“Wake- wake up!” I called him, his head falling. I gripped his sleeves, feeling my upper body start to fall and my forehead pressed against his knees as I sobbed.

Gripping hands threw me to the side and onto a tree. My pleas were unheard as Bert’s angry hands went to my face and threw me into the mud. The cutting started. Blood spilled down my arms. People ignored me, seeing me as a threat as he cut me up. I felt wasted, as blood rushed from my body slowly. My head was shoved into the dirt, and the fire was unsaveable.

People were rushing things away, trying to keep the fire from spreading further into the camp.

Everything was just a ringing tone in my ear. I felt the pain spread, and Bert's hands wandered as I lay helplessly on the ground. People refused to look at it, blaming the event on me, and letting me be cruelly punished. He would say things like, “You wanted all this attention, I’ll give it to you” or “I’ll get one last thing out of you before you die.” 

I felt tears welded into my eyes. My hands gripped the mud as he yanked off my clothes. What was I to do, weak, cut, and close to naked where nobody heard my cry for help, not even allowing a glance?

I remember his words. Run. I should have. I should have listened to Hue, he warned me. Like he said, you can’t be weak in this world.

Screaming. Not mine. I looked up, not moving my head. His face was ripped apart to where I could see his skull. Scared, I tried crawling away, but his grip stayed on me, not letting me go. I tried pushing away from him.

It wasn’t until someone pulled him off of me that I was able to get was, sobbing for the other to leave me alone. I was yanked up. “Hey, boy.” My dad said, looking over me. He yanked me to his chest, looking at the two dead. I saw. The biter ripped his face off, Hue. Dead. That made me cry harder as I stared at him. Everything started spinning.

Replay.

Chapter 9

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 20

welcome to the twentieth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics. 

1. for we are the beautiful thieves by @caimani-ao3

Keith and Lance go undercover (sort of) at General Iverson's gala to steal back an Altean artifact the general stole while treasure-hunting. Keith's job? Sneaking away in the middle of the party to find the artifact. Lance's job? Looking pretty in a dress.

love love LOVE adventure fics this shit ROCKS. voltron?? thief archeologists whose main goal is to steal artefacts from rich asshole collectors and return them to where they came from?? iconique!! klance playing the pretty distrction?? iconique moreso!! 

2. ring my bell by @dumdum692 [EXPLICIT]

And granted, Keith has always been a sore spot for him in this way; Lance has always felt at odds with his domesticated temperament, and Keith holds absolutely none of that. Keith doesn't give two whopping shits about getting pimples, or if Stacy in English class thinks he has bad breath. Keith isn't standing zombie-eyed in the purple lights of a party, plotting woe-is-me narratives of his own melancholia and loneliness, gazing detachedly into a red Solo cup full of jungle juice - he just is, and that's always made Lance, in equal parts, devastatingly embarrassed and devastatingly horny.

Sadly, this scale weights significantly more towards the horny end as of late, because Keith is developing quite a few, very distinctly Galra characteristics, and it's driving Lance absolutely buck fucking nuts.

______________________________________________

Keith goes through puberty. Devastation ensues.

this fic is a proud truther of two important things: a) lance’s type is literally anyone who can kick his ass and look good doing it, and b) lance has a big vocabulary entirely so he can be as melodramatic as possible whenever he so pleases. and i for one am thankful for its service.

3. Cross My Path by @wittyy-name [EXPLICIT]

Lance owns a witch themed cat cafe that rescues black cats. Each one has a unique collar and color coded name to help tell them apart. He's not supposed to play favorites, but he's already adopted his favorite, Red, as his own. Cold and distant to everyone, Red is extremely affectionate to Lance. Needy. Clingy. Protective. But Lance doesn't mind. He makes Lance's home a little less lonely. He's a little weird, but aren't all cats? He loves his baby boy, and he's eternally grateful for the day that little black fluff ball crossed his path.

Lance doesn't think twice about Red's odd quirks. That is, until he wakes up with a naked stranger in his bed.

And hey! Turns out Red is actually a witch named Keith who's been cursed to be a cat for twenty years. A really hot witch who's still very affectionate towards Lance.

any fic that’s tagged with catboy keith is a winner in my book tbh. and this fic is AMAZING the entire concept is unbelievably cool and the storyline is adorable!! also healthy relationship boundaries and expectations for the win!! plus rough sex also!!

4. know by petalloso

Keith couldn’t feel his legs. Upon further realization, he couldn’t feel his arms either, or his hands. He could, however, feel Lance’s hands, and they were all over him, running up and down his chest in inspection, tilting his chin this way and that, pulling him up from the floor where he figured he’d landed probably because his knees had just given out on him.

“Stupid,” he heard Lance say. “You blew out your legs.”

those 2016 fics man!! they never miss they just dont!! insane to me that this author apologises for being ooc as if their portrayal of keith is not the most in character portrayal possibly ever lol. AND this fic has oldest child lance my beloved

5. stud by petalloso

“Ow.”

Keith stops in his tracks, listening. The voice comes again, louder and more elongated this time, muffled behind the door.

“Ouch,” it says, and then, “shit shit shit.”

lance IS the type of impulsive dumbass to pierce is own ears, and i thank this writer greatly for pointing that out. this fic is cute and sweet and silly which are my three for three basically

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!  

[robby-bobby-tommy]

As it is obvious from my blog, I adore TFP. It is the first Transformers show I've watched (I remember watching tf content before, yet i can't remember which it was). Yet as always, I have some criticism even to my most beloved things and now I want to talk about one of these. And the name to him is Dreadwing.

Dreadwing is particularly interesting cuz he seems like one sane person in the whole Nemesis, who is undeniably loyal to the cause. Something that even Megatron isn't anymore. Dreadwing is a great example of what the decepticon should be. Fierce, strong, yet smart, noble, loyal and respectful to his own team. And this is an interesting since we've never seen this before, cuz everyone else on Nemesis strayed from this path and just using this cause as a way of manipulation. And still Dreadwing was most loyal to Megatron, with the only thing standing between him and total obedience is his love for his late brother (Skyquake, hun, sorry, but I literally forgot abt you the moment you died).

And this is a great start, but all this potential was, at least for me, wasted.

Firstly. His position which he came in the show. He was presented to us as a) a threat; b) Wheeljack's enemy/rival. And that's when my first problem starts here. Let's look at the statistics.

Optimus prime — Megatron

Ratchet — KO (or Shockwave)

Bumblebee — KO

Bulkhead — Breakdown

Arcee — Arachnid

Smokescreen — KO (why does he have a beef with every child in the group?)

Ultra Magnus — Predaking

And then Wheeljack is like ��� ?????

And yeah, I am upset abt lack of Wheeljack in TFP, but it's relevant to my Dreadwing rant, since all the others I've mentioned has met at least once/twice and had some resolution to their rivalry (even though not the good one), but cowboy loose cannon and a flying samurai never even mention each other after their episode. It is cuz Wheeljack really likes to disappear from the plot for Primus knows how long, while this Seeker stays through all the season 2 until my greatest disappointment came.

Secondly, Dreadwing's death is the dumbest scrap I've seen and looks like a very rude way to get rid of character. I still have no idea of why Megan chose Starscream over someone who's loyal to you to the point of disobeying to save ur tailpipe! And don't start the 'but DW disobeyed him', WING BOY WAS PROMOTED FOR IT.

Furthermore, from the moment I saw him even if I thought DW was to die, I considered it would happen in a battle with Wheeljack. It would be so interesting to see a death match between two guys, madly loyal to their friends/family/team. But nahh, Jackie never tries to go after winged edgelord ever again and never even ask if he's up to rematch.

(Also, funny how Dreadwing is so mad at SS for bringing Skyquake back to life as a zombie, but not at Bee and OP for literally killing him..... Priorities, huh.. Just another scrap u to Starscream for no reason.)

[chemicallywrit]

Happy Audio Drama Sunday!! When I was a non-teacher adult I thought to myself, surely as a child I exaggerated the desperate need for summer break. Now that I am a teacher adult, I can admit that I was. Wrong. I need a break, but luckily I have time for this.

Here's what I listened to this week!

@ourstoriedinsight's season finale was this week and wow. Wow. The way this show so effortlessly dances on ideas of trust, truth, and ethics while telling a story of four (five? Sir George count?) ridiculous and reluctant heroes who have only a dead friend in common is staggering. This episode especially, as you can see how they really drew together against (and then with) Sage. I love them, your honor. And I would also let Rain be my lawyer. Everyone listen to Our Storied Insight.

Jeez louise @camlannpod, can you give a girl a break? I am so glad Gwaine’s okay, and I’m fascinated by the mistrust Peredur has for him, even after they tried to track him over hill and dale. And I am SO worried about what's about to happen next. I wonder what Dai's going to do about it. I wonder if he'll do anything (please, Dai, do something).

This week's episode of Josie’s Lonely Hearts Club had me rolling. Look, I knew the title going in ("It's French for A Horny Party") and I still cackled when the line appeared in the episode. Josie, I hope you continue changing for the better. Also it inspired me to make beans and rice for dinner and that was a wild success.

When Karim Kronfli showed up at the beginning of the season of Among the Stars and Bones, I was excited, but holy heck. The performances in this show. Oh, right, and the twist at the end--you know, I really should have expected things to get a million times worse, based on how last season went, but this is a MILLION times worse. How are they gonna get out of this one folks???

@keepitsteadypod KEEP IT STEADY IS BACK KEEP IT STEADY MY BELOVED. Things are REALLY going places between Zach and Gabe now and neither of them know it. I love high schoolers, they're so dumb. Admit you like each other, dummies. Shoutout to our great good school nurse trying to fight for kids, and I thought the reveal about Zach's past was remarkably done. I love this show.

In relistening news, Life with Althaar again (what's up, @geminicollisionworks!). I rarely relisten to shows, but this one is worth my while every time. Listen to Life with Althaar, a silly space sitcom that gets Not So Silly when the story decides to commit to the bit. Althaar, I would die for you.

Inn Between is truckin right along with 5.9 this week, which I found absolutely delicious to watch the actors bring to life. It’ll be outdone only by the episode next week. In zombie news, boy oh boy, this week we're doing some recording for The Dead that I'm very worried about but ready for the challenge of. It involves directing singers in a language I do not speak! Lol pray for me. If I can make it til school ends, maybe I'll have some other news as well! Keep a weather eye out.

Hey, want to help me satiate my sudden summer cravings for fun drinks? Buy me a ko-fi!

See y'all next week!

[maremartinelli]

TELL ME THE OPTION

Ben Barnes X Actress!reader

Summary: Where Y/n and Ben do a silly interview, in which they have to choose between the two options they are told.

Words: 1.3K+

Warnings: Mentions of relationship, Mentions of kisses, games between husband and wife, actor and actress, cuteness and joy.

Author: I'm addicted to translating my Brazilian imagines for you, and on that subject, it's good to remember that English is not my first language, forgive me if I have silly and weird mistakes.

MASTERLIST

"Hi, I'm Ben Barnes"

"And I'm Y/n Colin..." she said, smiling slightly as she lowered her head and Ben looked at her, in which his look told her to say the other surname. "...Barnes. Y/n Colin Barnes" she says and points at the camera with her index finger.

"That's very good. I thought you wouldn't say our last name" Ben says as he adjusts himself in the chair.

"Nonsense" Y/n winks at the camera and smiles. "Well, today my amazing husband and I came here to answer some questions" Y/n slaps his hand on Ben's thigh and then adjusts himself in the chair too.

"Right. The producers are trying to create intrigue between us. They will give two options and we will have to choose just one" The actor says while explaining to the camera.

"Without much ado, send the first one" Y/n says while rubbing his hands on his pants in euphoria.

Ben looks at her and smiles.

"Okay, the options are for Y/n." The producer says, behind the camera.

"Just do a survey here" Y/n points to the camera. "The options here were some fans who chose, so in short. We're screwed" Y/n looks at the producer again.

"I don't think so, they love our relationship" Ben says and Y/n quickly turns her head to the side to see her husband. "They practically date our marriage," he shrugs.

Y/n laughs out loud.

"Really. They're always telling us to join in" Y/n laughs.

"Okay Y/n, the options are. Would you rather never eat your favorite food again or eat it forever?"

Y/n snorts and smiles.

"They're good" Y/n says to her husband and the producer laughs.

"I didn't like that laugh" Ben says ironically. He knew that much worse would come.

"As my favorite food is (your favorite food) and it has a lot of variety, I think it wouldn't be a problem to eat only it for the rest of my life" Y/n says and he nods.

"Ben. Would you rather never see your mother again or never be able to act again?"

Ben's eyes widen, but the answer is obvious.

"As obvious as this answer is, it hurt my heart." He holds his chest and pretends to be annoyed. "I'd rather never act again. I love my mother too much to do something crazy like that"

Y/n smiles looking at her husband.

"Mother-in-law, I love you" Y/n looks at the camera and sends a heart.

"Your turn Y/n. Would you rather witness a zombie apocalypse or an alien apocalypse?"

"Wow" Y/n sighs thinking about the answer. "I think a zombie apocalypse. My second degree is in The Walking Dead" she says and Ben laughs at the last sentence.

"Horrible" he exclaims, still laughing.

Y/n looks at him indignantly.

"Keep to yourself, darling" Y/n says the nickname in Portuguese while lightly patting his arm. Making him smile at the nickname.

"Ben. Would you rather get back with your ex or never kiss Y/n again?"

Y/n opens his mouth in the shape of an O and laughs, waiting for the answer. As Ben opened his eyes wider and wider.

"I said too soon that this was being calm" Y/n says patting his legs. "Say it my beloved Darkling" she says smiling and leaning towards Ben to listen carefully to the answer.

He sighs deeply and runs his hands through his hair.

"Never kiss Y/n again. I couldn't be with anyone else, she is the love of my life and always will be" he says romantically and Y/n melts. All her spirit of an attacked child leaves her body, she just wanted to cry with joy.

As much as Ben always told her that.

"There, you messed me up here" Y/n says, sliding down in the chair and Ben leans down to kiss the top of her head.

"7 years together and you never got used to it. Silly" he says to the camera and Y/n smiles, adjusting himself in the chair.

"But hey, you could get back together with your ex." Ben raises his eyebrows and frowns. "For those who don't know, Ben and I have already separated once. What was it?? A little before we had been dating for 3 years, right?" She turns to him and he sighs in relief.

"Ah yes. True" he agrees to the camera. "Terrible days when I was away from her"

Y/n rolls her eyes playfully and smiles.

"Let's go back, I'm getting old already" she comments and her husband laughs.

"Y/n. Having a job that allows you to have a great salary or a job that allows you to visit any country in the world?"

Y/n raises his shoulders and then lets go.

"Modesty aside. I have both" she says, but ends up laughing. "Just kidding guys. But the first option" she smiles.

"Ben, your last question."

“Amen” he sighs.

Y/n laughs.

"About your work. Would you rather be cast as Sirius Black in a possible Marauders series or play the character you always wanted?"

“I knew something like this would come,” he laughs.

"There always is" Y/n smiles amusedly, as she looks away from her lap to her husband's face.

"I really prefer the first option. Since he's a character I've always wanted to play, if Warber Bros. makes a Marauders series." He says a little shyly.

"Really?" Y/n smiles with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Yes" he nods happily, as he looks at his wife.

"Okay, I'll figure it out. Even if I organize this series alone" She smiles victoriously and leans back in the chair.

Y/n graduated in cinema, and has already participated in the direction of several series and films from major producers. Maybe this isn't so far off from the plans she just had in mind.

"Right. Y/n. Last options" the producer says. "Would you rather never see Ben again in your life or cheat on him for 2 million dollars with Johnny Depp?"

"How crazy is this??" Ben looks at the production and the rest laugh. "Fan or hater who asked this question?"

Y/n laughs in his chair.

"That's a hilarious question." She laughs more and quickly composes herself. "But seriously, this is complicated"

"Go talk!!" Ben says looking at her, with a crooked smile on his face and deep eyes into theirs.

"Oh, I'll talk" Y/n turns her body towards him. "But I'm going to give my explanation, don't interrupt" the woman explains with her hands and Ben smiles. He loved her Italian features.

"Okay" he says nodding and smiling.

They both knew that the answer that would come was nothing they could actually do. They both loved each other too much to do that, Y/n would rather die than betray him and vice versa.

"I would choose the second option..."

"Heavens Y/n" Ben says in an indignant tone, but holding back from laughing. "The guy is old enough to be your grandfather."

"BENJAMIN!!" She says loudly and lets out a laugh. "First I said don't interrupt me and second we have an age difference of 25 years, don't be silly. It could only be my father..." She stops and thinks a little and Ben laughs. "But that's not the case, because I would never cheat on you" Ben nods, his eyes still glued to his wife. "But look, we could make a plan. They would give me this option, we agreed off the record that I would "cheat" on you" she makes a sign with her hand that I would cheat "I would pretend to kiss him and we would come out rich with 1 million dollars. Amazing plan, don't you think??!!"

Ben laugh.

"Yes honey, amazing plan" he looks at her again. The passionate look never disappearing.

Y/nn approaches him and whispers close to his ear, his breath sending shivers through Ben's body.

"You know I would never cheat on you, right??" She places a kiss next to his ear and Ben smiles at the act.

"I know, honey" he whispers again and lets me quickly kiss the woman's cheek. "I love you" he says before leaning back in the chair and they both finish the video.

Author: I remember that when I posted this imagine for my Brazilian readers, I said that this idea came to me when I was taking a shower. This sounds crazy, I know!! But it was one of the imagines that I enjoyed writing the most.

[lurkingshan]

This might be an assumption I'm making, but would you say that romance is one of your favourite genres? Are there any other genres that you enjoy? (Yes, I am angling for recommendations even though my to watch list has over 200 shows and movies)

I would in fact say that romance is my favorite genre, I'm something of a romance fiend and have been since I was a wee child. There's a reason I love kdrama and bl so much, and that's because they cater to my tastes so perfectly. I've already shared some of my favorite romance recs here, though I always have more if you need them.

In terms of non-romance dramas, I have plenty of recs for those, as well! Even though romance is my fav I watch a lot of other stuff, too. I recently did a list of friendship focused dramas here. And of course, a lot of dramas include romance storylines even if the main story is not a romance; that is very common in Asian media (and why we love it).

A few other genres that I love, and the dramas I count among my favs in each category:

Action/thriller dramas: Happiness (pandemic zombies and two badass besties who know how to use a bat), Healer (classic kdrama that I need to rewatch again), Reset (cdrama time loop thriller and it is so good), The Crowned Clown (the what if we replaced the king with a fake trope treated with utter seriousness), The Glory (the ultimate revenge drama, cw for extreme depictions of school bullying).

Family dramas: I especially love dramas about families that span years and allow you to see how a family changes over time. Some of my favs include 10 Years Ticket (cw for depictions of family abuse), 18 Again (actually a very sweet one about a dad who ends up back in his teenage body and bonds with his teen children while repairing his marriage), Go Ahead (MY BELOVED I will find a way to include it in every rec post), Go Back Couple (a couple on the verge of divorce goes back in time and gets a do-over), Reply 1988 (best installment of the Reply series with a strong focus on five different families who live on the same block). And of course a recent entry here is Moving (but you know that one already).

Mystery/crime dramas: Beyond Evil (everyone in bl fandom has already heard of this but it is not actually bl fam, it is an excellent crime drama with two magnetic leads though), Extracurricular (poor high school students getting up to some bad shit in order to survive), Manner of Death (a classic mystery with a romance subplot), Signal (A+ long form mystery with a time travel twist), The Smile Has Left Your Eyes (crime drama hingeing on a tragic romance).

Supernatural/fantasy dramas: Alchemy of Souls (supernatural sageuk with magic and body soul swapping and lots of fun), Goblin (do I even need to tell you about this one?), Kingdom (sageuk zombies), Mystic Pop-Up Bar (found family mystical dream healing), Oh No! Here Comes Trouble (also a crime drama but the supernatural part is crucial), The Uncanny Counter (found family grim reapers).

Workplace dramas: Misaeng (THE GOAT), My Mister (set in a workplace but not primarily about work because it's way more about trauma), Pinnochio (kind of crosses genres but I'm putting it here because the leads are reporters and their work is important to the plot), Search: WWW (three women in tech trying not to let the bastards keep them down).

[afatlotofchance]

I haven’t posted a sighting in a LONG LONG LLLLOOONNNGG time - but this is mostly due, if you are not aware, to the fact that - by trying to collect pictures for the “Witch of Mercury” or whatever sighting back on my anime blog (thefatisland) my stash of pictures and videos for “kink in cartoons and anime” kind of crashed and burned... So I have to begin from scratch again. Hooray! Hopefully I had collected a lot of sighting over my now four kink blogs. 

And I’ll do a quick post here to mention a funny little comic that twists a very well-known fairytale beloved by gainers around the world: Hansel and Gretel!

There is an humoristic comic series for kids called “Far Out Fairytales” whose entire premise is to re-imagine a fairytale in a WILDLY different setting. You have Cinderella as a ninja, Snow White as a space princess with seven robots, Red Riding Hood as a superhero, The Snow Queen as a video game story... And you also have Hansel and Gretel - but this time reimagined as zombies! It is aptly called “Hansel and Gretel and zombies”, where the twist is that the two children weren’t poor human kids abandoned by their parents - but a pair of zombie child posing as humans in hope of devouring some sweet brains.

Things backfire however when their intended victim turns out to be a wicked witch - and the fairytale plays as usual, Hansel being locked in a cage and fattened up. Though as per the fairytale’s humor, the witch realizing he is a zombie and doesn’t eat regular food, has to use a special stash of artificial brains to fatten Hansel up. And while the oblivious Hansel at first just delights and stuff himself silly with brains - he quickly starts to be tired of stuffing himself full, but the witch forces him to continue, which as you can see above takes its toll on his figure. There is more of the weight gain in the comic (most notably a fourth picture completing the sequence above, where Hansel lays on his back, his belly sticking out, begging for “No more brains...”), but I couldn’t add it to the post. I will take a more minimalistic approach to my post from now on - but if you want to see if quickly for free (I do suggest supporting the original artist, because they’re funny little comics and honestly, to have in your hand a physical depiction of a weight gain feels very different from just seeing the pictures on a screen, which is why I personally tend to buy my favorite comic issues with weight gain in it - plus in case your entire stock of pictures DISAPPEARS OVERNIGHT it might be nice) ; but if you do not have money to spend (or are just tight on budget, or are just a greedy money-pincher) the comic is actually disponible on good ol Internet Archive! 

[crypticjackal13]

The Confession Headcanons were so adorable! Thank you for making the Headcanons. My heart absolutely warmed. I have something lingering in my mind lately, how would you picture Mayor, Syntax and Red Son having a enemies to lovers trope with you? -🎲 Anon

Enemies to lovers my beloved 💞

Mayor, Syntax, and Redson x GN!Reader, Enemies to Lovers Headcanons!

Mayor

You two probably met via Bone Demon BS. 

You may have a neat little artifact that he’s after for his lady, so naturally he goes after you. Unlike many of his other victims, however…you are scarily good at getting away from him.

He’s a ruthless hunter, you have to admit. You learn bits and pieces about him while you play cat and mouse, and it leads to an interesting type of friendship.

He shows up, you two have a pleasant conversation, he tries to steal from you, and you grab a spray bottle full of holy water and kick him out. 

Honestly, the routine is refreshing for him! It’s hard being a zombie, running a city, AND serving a demon mistress!

After he gets his butt handed to him by Wukong, interrogated by the gang, and then promptly gets left behind by his lady, he shows up after everything is over to talk to you. 

He’s in a sorry state…you almost feel bad for him. But he swears that he’s not trying to get anything from you. He just wants to spend time with a comforting familiar face.

It takes a while, but you both really connect with each other and eventually you end up dating :)

Syntax

When his queen sent him to find more potential spider subjects, he thought he’d have a harder time.

You have a lot of potential. You’re dedicated, hardworking…you really do meet the criteria!

Unfortunately for him, you were there during the first spider attack, so you’ve got a darn good idea about how to fend off any potential arachnid attackers. 

He keeps on trying with you, and one day you catch him face to face. You actually manage to beat him up pretty bad—Huntsman laughed at him for hours after he got back to the base

But he knew that this wasn’t about a subject anymore…no, he was delighted in being YOUR enemy. 

He targets you in his schemes a lot, and you can really tell how much of a tsundere he actually is once you’ve been kicking him off of the fire escape for long enough.

Eventually you start leaving peace offerings. Like c’mon, this man is built like a twig, give him some snacks

He finds it odd but he welcomes the meals. Things slow down and even though he still gets on your nerves…you consider him to be your friend.

Once all the Bone Demon BS is over, it takes a hot second but he starts showing up again, and as you both recover from the near end of the world, you click really nicely and you’ll actually probably be the first to make any moves!

Redson

You’re the child of a different demon family, but one that has been allied with the Demon Bull Family for ages. So naturally you two were SUPPOSED to be friends.

Buuuut it’s kinda hard trying to be friends with a kid who not only has mad daddy issues but also mad anger issues. 

Your families still get along but by the gods they don’t leave you two unsupervised because something will be set on fire or destroyed.

You two constantly push each other’s buttons, ESPECIALLY as adults, and sometimes you thwart Redson’s schemes on purpose just to mess with them. 

…and directly after you go over to their place to have dinner and gossip with his mom.

Some special event happens, perhaps a celebration of the fact that the world didn’t end

Hear me out. It’s a gala. Everyone’s dressed up. Including you and Red.

There’s a dance. EVERYONE NEEDS A PARTNER. YOU AND RED ARE DANCE PARTNERS AND EVEN THOUGH YOU BOTH ACT LIKE YOU HATE IT…

you gotta admit to each other that man, you both look fineeee. 

They tell you that they’ve done some reflecting since the apocalypse began and ended, and they know that most of the time they seem upset(because mostly they are) 

but they do feel some sense of contentment when they’re with you. And do you feel the same? And why do you have that weird smile? No no no do NOT DIP ME—

“I like you too, Red Boy.” >:3

/////// “IT’S REDSON” >:V

[lilystargazerwhite]

I’ve mentioned him so many times but here he finally is lol!

Name: Chiharuo Yoritomo (頼朝 千春お, real name Prìomhadail) his Japanese name, while meaning “Thousand years of spring” can also be a homophonic sound to “父” or father, playing on his role as a father of spring.

Species: currently Aos sí (irish oak turned spriggan then ascended to Greater winged fairy Aos sí)

Ability: to control growth (成長を制御する程度の能力)

Age: between 45,000-5,000 years old. This mf was chilling with cave men. Physical form is around 60.

Chiharuo is the god of spring, childhood and fertility, residing in a long forgotten and overgrown shrine deep in nameless hill. He’s spent his years in gensokyo attempting to rescue children left there, but is not always successful. He’s a sweet old man, having his own sort of orphanage at the shrine. Most of his children are fae, but rarely he will taken in a human or yokai child.

Did I make Lily a whole family cause I love her so much? Yes, and here’s her dad. I like to think she gets so excited for spring because it means he will come out of hibernation.

Chiharuo’s born race I guess you could say would he that of a Cro-magon (early European, dating around 50,000+ years ago), which are no longer around obviously. If he had a default true form, it would look like a caveman made out of wood.

His current incarnation form is a male Asian, but in the past have ranged in race and gender. Here are some alt looks for him

His wings are based on the Lunar moth. They are often under his kimono.

His eyes are always closed.

Excerpt from my fae document (that tumblr won’t let me fucking paste:

Theme: 優しい春の父~ first utterance (gentle spring father) this one isn’t entirely done yet but this is what I have.

He has a list of spell cards I’m overjoyed to share

Chiharuo spell cards:

Curious case, mr.button (reverse growth, makes things smaller or younger or whatever) name: the curious case of Benjamin button

A hundred seconds till midnight ( growth, makes things bigger or older) name: the doomsday clock

And the tree was happy ( grows a giant tree that has bullets as petals which fall quickly before it reverts back into a seed ) name: the giving tree

The maiden and the selkie ( summons fae to fight for him for a bit, mainly lesser winged fairies) name: from Heather dale love herrr

The much talked of Metamorphosis ( takes moth form, which the eyes on his wings stare intensely refracting light through them) name: a fucking rob zombie song.

Appalachian fiction dreaming ( causes cell overgrowth, like a cancer. Can be very pretty but deadly of course, heavily based on the growth from the movie Annihilation ) name: Appalachian mountains and 2 things I’ve heard people say before .

Flowers never bend with the rainfall (opens his eyes ) name: Simon and Garfunkel

Anyway that’s him. He’s my beloved. I have many other drawings of him so here’s that