#don't worry jean they'll make it happen

[ditch-lily]

truly think jean getting mad about everyone being shorter than him is not because of exy. it's because he wants to curl up in their laps like a pill bug

[vioartemis]

Falling for her (part 2)

(ghostface! Tara Carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: After months of dating Tara, you find out she killed people, dressed in a Ghostface costume. Looks like you have a type... Part 1 || Part 2 Warnings: blood, injuries, death, angst (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

It has been five months since you and Tara started dating. Everything was perfect. You dates, the time you spent together, her. It was as if you were living in a dream.

It was rare to see one without the other, you were constantly on each other, cuddling, holding hands, or kissing. Which annoyed your friends, but you didn't care. You were happy with Tara, and hoped it would last.

Even with the recent murders that occurred, you weren't too affected.

Unfortunately, Tara wasn't with you right now, she had to go to the library to study, and you were bored. You thought you might study too, but you couldn't find your notes. Then you remembered where they were.

It was night, and the streets were dark and empty. You shouldn't be outside with a killer on the loose, but you really needed these damn sheets of paper. If only she didn't forget to give them back to you during the day...

A few days ago, you let one of your classmates, Ava Bennett, borrow your notes so she could complete hers. She wasn't supposed to keep them a whole week.

When you arrived at her house, you were surprised to find the door slightly opened, as if someone forgot to close it. You pushed it hesitantly, not wanting to see things you were not supposed to.

The first thing you saw was how messing the house was. Everything was upside down, vases broken on the floor. Suddenly, you heard a sound of broken glass coming from the kitchen.

Without thinking twice, you ran in that direction - dumb decision - only to be met with the sight of Ava's bloody form on the floor. You let out a horrified scream, before realizing she was not alone in the room.

The killer looked at you through his Ghostface mask, tilting his head slightly. You took the taser Sam forced you to carry out of your bag with shaky hands.

Fortunately, the killer ran away, probably thinking you were not alone.

A sudden movement made you jump. It was Ava. She wasn't dead! You let the taser fall to the ground, getting on your knees beside her, applying pressure on her wounds to stop the bleeding with one hand, taking your phone with the other.

You dialed 911.

"Please I need help! M-my friend has been stabbed she's bleeding!" you said as soon as someone picked up, tears in your eyes

"Miss, calm down, what happened exactly?"

"We don't have time for that! She's going to die if you don't come!"

You didn't listen to what the man said to you, quickly giving him the address before putting your phone down and put both of your hands to better use.

You grabbed a towel on the counter and applied more pressure on the bleeding wounds.

"I-it's gonna be okay.. I called 911... they'll be here quickly..." you said, in an attempt to comfort the girl.

Or maybe you were trying to convince yourself everything would be okay.

When the ambulance arrived, followed by the police, your hands and jeans were soaked with the girl's blood. She was still alive, you could feel it.

Some ladies helped you getting up, and led you to the back of an ambulance to see if you were hurt. A police officer then came so you could tell him what happened.

The rest happened really fast; they took your phone and called Sam, registered as the person to call in case of emergency, they told you they would need to keep it as an "evidence". Then Sam arrived.

She talked with a police officer, looking at you with worried eyes, before they finally let her pick you up.

She was about to hug you, but you stopped her, holding your hands in front of you.

"I wouldn't want to ruin your clothes..."

When you finally got home, Tara was waiting for you in the living room. She got up the second she heard the door.

"Y/n! Are you okay??"

She didn't wait for your answer and hugged you tight. The warmth of her body made you feel a little better.

"I have to see my therapist, can you take care of her while I'm gone?"

"You can go.. I'll be fine..." you said before Tara could answer

Sam nodded, still worried, before leaving.

"C'mon, let's clean you up.."

You both went to the bathroom, where Tara helped you take the blood off your hands, before giving you a new pair of jeans and throw the blood stained one.

Then, you headed to your room. You got under the covers, feeling safe with the blanket on you, while Tara sat beside you on the bed, stroking your hair gently.

She placed a soft kiss on your lips.

"You want to talk about it...?"

There was not much to say, as you arrived too late. You told her what you saw, Ava, stabbed several times, laying on the floor of her kitchen.

"He looked at me... he looked at me, and when I took the taser... he just- he ran away..."

"Don't worry, the police will catch this fuckhead soon. We already survived two Ghostface, we can survived one more, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I hope so.."

Then it hit you.

"... How do you know it was Ghostface...?"

You looked at her, sitting up in your bed. She stayed silent.

"Tara, how to do you it was Ghostface...?" your voice broke on the last words

"Y/n I-"

"Answer me."

"..."

That silence said everything. You couldn't hold back your tears.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me..."

"I'm sorry! You weren't supposed to learn it like that... I-"

"I'm not doing that. Not again."

"I- I never would've hurt you I'm not-"

"The last person who said that tried to stab me five minutes later."

"I know but you have to believe me! I love you so much... I would never lay a hand on you-"

"Get out."

"No Y/n please listen..! She wasn't a good person, she-"

"Tara. Get. Out."

The look in your eyes hurt her. You didn't care. You got up. She took a step back, looking at you with teary eyes.

"Y/n please..."

"Get the fuck out of my room."

Without her realizing it, you made her walk out. You slammed the door shut as soon as her back hit the bathroom wall, locking it from inside.

You sat in the opposite corner, knees against your chest, face buried in your arms. Tara was banging on your door, trying to talk to you. You could hear the despair in her voice, the guilt.

But you couldn't do this again.

You covered your ears with your hands, head resting on your knees, tears flooding down your cheeks.

When the door opened, she stopped trying. You didn't hear anything for a solid five minutes, before someone, probably Sam, knocked on your door.

"Please go away..." your voice was low and broken

No one else tried to talk to you after that.

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You spent the next three weeks avoiding everyone, especially Tara. You still couldn't believe your sweet girlfriend killed Ava. Maybe she killed the others too. You weren't sure of anything at this point.

Despite all your efforts, one night, Sam managed to catch you in the kitchen, while you were grabbing some food.

"I'm worried about you... you don't talk to anyone, you almost don't eat... What happened that night...?"

"..."

"Y/n please... Tara's not doing well either, she feels really bad... I'm afraid she does something she'll regret... I don't know what she did, but you could talk about this, don't you think...? Or at least talk to me... maybe I can help..."

"You can't help us... We- I have to deal with this myself... But I can't right now, it still hurts too much..."

Before she could add anything, you got back into your room.

What could you do? Tell the police, and send the girl you loved in jail? No, that was not an option.

Forgive her, and hope she doesn't try to kill you? You wanted to. Yet you couldn't help but remember what happened with Amber. You thought you could convince her, and she tried to kill you.

The next day, while you were walking to class, you heard someone call your name. You turned around, already pissed.

"Y/n! Can I talk to you?"

It was Luca Harris, Ava's boyfriend.

"Uh... sure" you sighed

"Can we to go a.. more private place?"

You didn't really understand but you followed him behind the gardener's cabin.

"What do you want..?" you asked

"I'd like to talk about Ava..."

You glupped.

"What about her?"

"I wanted to thank you, for trying to save her."

"How do you know-"

"My dad has friends in the police. They told him they found you next to her, hands covered in her blood, trying to stop the bleeding..."

"That's what happened yeah..."

You didn't see where he was going. The only time you talked to him before was after you walked in on them having sex, to apologize.

"C'mon Y/n... we both know that's a lie"

"What...?"

"My dad's friends told him who you were. Y/n L/n, ex girlfriend of Amber Freeman. The psycho responsible for the Woodsboro massacre last year."

You felt your heart miss a beat.

"W-what are you trying to say...?" you asked

"Isn't it obvious? You killed Ava. Because you're as crazy as your ex. Because you were jealous of her."

"What...? Of course not..! Why would you-"

"Stop lying, I saw how you looked at me when you saw us in Ava's bed. You blushed so hard you were as red as a tomato."

"Because you were fucking naked!" you said, but he wasn't listening to you

"Your girlfriend can't satisfy you, can she? You needed someone else to take care of you properly, I can understand that. But you could've just asked, I would've done it with pleasure."

You tried to back off, but he wasn't ready to let you go.

"Why did you have to kill her? Now I have to kill you too... to avenge her"

Saying that, he took a pocket knife out of his jacket, and pressed a button to open the blade.

Luckily for you, Tara was watching from afar. The shine of the blade caught her attention.

In less than thirty seconds, she was here.

"What exactly do you think you're doing with that knife?" she asked the boy

"Ah, I was wondering when you would come. I was about to slice her open, just like she did to Ava."

"Don't you dare touch her."

"And what are you going to do, huh? Slap my knee? You're like 5'1! No wonder you can't satisfy her."

You tried you take a step closer to Tara, but Luca was faster than you. He put the knife against your throat, pushing the tip slightly into the soft flesh.

Everything happened so fast you barely understood what was going on.

Tara kicked the back of his knees and pulled him by his collar, making him fall slightly backward, before taking the knife out of his hand.

"No one touches my girlfriend dickhead."

With that, she stabbed him in the eye. Blood splattered on her shirt.

His body fell to your feet. He was dead before he even touched the ground.

You started to panic. There was tons of people only a few meters away. The body would be found before the end of the day.

You took a tissue in your pocket before bending down to remove Tara's fingerprints from the knife. Then, you took the boy's hand and wrapped it around the weapon, just in case, before taking off your sweater and throwing it at Tara.

She looked at you, mouth agape.

"Put it on, you're covered in blood."

She did as you told, before asking:

"So you don't hate me...?"

For the first time in weeks, your gaze met hers.

"Of course not..."

You saw her eyes shining a little with hope.

"Y/n I-"

"Can we talk about this later..? After classes? When we will be far away from his dead body?"

You didn't say that in a mean way, just worried someone might come here for whatever reason and catch you.

"Let's go before someone sees us..."

You both headed to class, hoping you didn't leave any evidences next to the body. Every time a teacher spoke, you were scared they had found the body.

Tara, on the other hand, was more relieved than scared. All she could think about was you. You didn't hate her. You gave her your sweater, her favorite one with your perfume on it.

It was too big for her, and you always told her she looked so cute in it. She spent her day thinking about all your dates and the moments you spent together.

Until an announcement was made.

You were in history, one of the only classes you had together, when the speakers turned on. The director started talking. They found the body.

You gave Tara a worried look across the class.

"Classes will end now. You must go home and lock the doors. Don't walk alone, always be with someone. Don't take any risks, if you see something suspect, call the police immediately."

Everyone started to talked as soon as the announcement ended, quickly exiting the classroom to find a friend to walk home with.

You walked to Tara, feeling sick.

"You okay..?"

"Yeah I think... let's just... let's go home..."

She nodded, and was about to take your hand, before stopping, not sure you wanted her to. You looked at her for a second, and took her hand.

"... I'm sorry I didn't try to talk to you... It just brought back memories I wanted to forget..." you said

You were both sitting on your bed, decided to explain yourselves.

"I'm the one who should be apologizing, I knew what Amber did, I saw how you felt after that, and I did the same... But the simple thought of someone wanting to hurt you makes me sick to the core... I... I just wanted to protect you..."

You placed your hand on hers softly.

"Why did you kill Ava..?" you asked gently

"I... I heard them, her boyfriend and her. They were talking about you.. He was telling her what happened at Woodsboro, the murder, that you were Amber's girlfriend, and probably her accomplice... They wanted to blackmail you, using that information..."

You didn't say anything, taking a minute to register the informations.

"And... and the others...?"

Once again, she explained everything to you. These ones wanted to take you away from her. It was true that they had been flirting with you for a month or so, and became more and more insistent.

"... You're not mad...?" she asked

"I can't say I'm happy about that... but you did this to protect me so... Thank you..."

Your lips curled up into a little smile.

"Does that means.. does that means we still have a chance..?"

"At first, when I learnt you did.. what you did, I thought you were like Amber... But I had time to think, the past weeks, and... Now that you told me everything... I realized you couldn't be more different... She was ready to kill me realizing I would leave her... You killed people to protect me from getting hurt, even if it meant me being mad at you"

You brought her hand to your lips, placing a kiss on her knuckles.

"I love you so much Tara... I'm sorry it took me that long to talk with you... but please stop killing people, I don't want to take the risk to lose you..."

"I'll try. For you"

She came closer to you, sitting on your lap, and cupped your cheeks. You tilted your head up slightly to look at her, before her soft lips met yours.

"I missed you" you whispered against her lips

"I missed you too"

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[strangersteddierthings]

Porcelain Steve - Part 3

Part One🦇Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Part Four🦇Part Five🦇Part Six🦇Part Seven🦇Part Eight🦇Part Nine

Eddie hasn't moved from his spot on the Harrington's living room floor since El placed Steve back in his hands two hours ago except to switch his weight from side to side, depending on which buttcheek is currently numb. The mass exodus from the Byers-Hopper house to the Harringtons had taken less than 15 minutes and there has not been peace since, hence the remaining-on-the-floorness of it all for Eddie.

People stop by his stop in the living room to talk to Steve, looming over Eddie in their uncertainty. He stopped offering for people to take Steve after the third rejection because Eddie gets it; he's still the most chill about this (except Argyle, but Argyle is currently high, and Eddie is exceptionally sober and perhaps resenting that fact a bit) but he gets it. The situation is fucking freaky and maybe the thought of holding their transformed babysitter slash older brother figure slash hero might be a bit harrowing.

Of course, there's always an exception, so when Max lowers herself to the living room floor next to him, cane set down between them, and says, "Give him here." Eddie obeys, instructing her to hold her hands out so he can place Steve in them upright and facing her. Max's bones had healed alright, but she'd never get her vision back.

"Am I looking at his face?" She asks, gripping him around the waist with two hands like he's a messy hamburger.

Eddie can't actually tell from this angle if she's looking at his face but it's got to be close enough, so he says, "Yeah."

"Hey Steve," Max starts. "Everyone else is too much of a wuss to hold you but don't worry. They'll get over it. Not going to lie to you, though, this is pretty weird, but, like, mostly because I expected your body to be squishy, like a stuffed toy or those babydolls Holly drags around and forces us to take care of when we all hang out at the Wheeler's house. You know, the ones that are like soft with the plastic head, hands, and feet? That's what I expected." She runs one thumb up and down on his torso before tacking on, "ugh, this feels like a polo. Eddie, is he wearing a polo?"

"Yeah. I think he's in the outfit he was wearing when whatever happened happened. The polo was tucked into his jeans but Robin untucked it to check if there were scars on his lil' porcelain tummy."

"Are there?"

"Yeah. Painted on, Robin says. It's pretty accurate."

"Like, chest hair and all?"

"I... don't know? You'll have to ask Robin. She was the one holding him like two inches from her face."

Max's attention goes back to Steve. "I bet your tiny polo looks cute, simply because it's tiny. Only way a polo could be cute, Steve. I still can't believe you dress this way because you like it. And worse, I can't believe you actually pull off the look."

Eddie looks on, amused, as Max rambles from there. Which is an experience. Max isn't quiet by any means, but she's not a talk to fill the silence type, which is what this seems like. The topics are mundane, like how summer school is going, and about her plans to try and teach El how to skateboard using only verbal directions, and debating the pros and cons of trying to convince her mom to let her get a seeing-eye dog. Then, they make a turn Eddie didn't expect.

"I think I'm going to be mostly on babysitting duty instead of active research and rescue. You know, on account of the blindness and all. So, like, I hope you're going be okay just hanging out with me and listening to Kate Bush for hours."

He should not be feeling a twist in his gut of jealousy at the fact Max wants to take Porcelain Steve from him, and yet. "You gonna look after him, Max?"

She shrugs, turns her face towards Eddie, "I figured we'd all take turns babysitting. Might get boring for him otherwise. He'd drop everything to watch us, if this had happened to us. He has done that. We have to do the same for him. Plus, Steve likes to check in on us, don't you Steve? What better way than to give you, like, a day with everyone in rotation."

"Always the savior, never the saved, huh?" Eddie is trying to joke but Max's face twists into a frown and her arms lower for the first time, lower so Steve's little porcelain face stares up at the ceiling.

"No. Not always."

"Oh?"

"I saved him, once. From Billy. It was my fault he was even in danger," Max says, voice sad.

"I doubt it was your fault-"

"It was my brother trying to beat him to death," Max snaps and it shuts Eddie up quick. "And the only reason he was in the house, beating Steve to death, was because I couldn't follow the simple instruction of 'stay away from the window'. Steve could probably have gotten Billy to leave if I had. But I didn't listen, and Billy got in, and then he was threatening Lucas. He'd said 'you're dead, Sinclair' and then Steve had to be super lame but super cool at the same time by saying 'no, you are' and decking Billy in the face with, like, the full force of his body."

"That is a very lame thing to say."

"Right? Anyway, he was winning that fight until Billy cracked him over the head with a plate. Then it just went downhill so fast for Steve, and I was so sure I was about to watch my stepbrother murder someone. I-I don't even know what came over me, really. I'd never stood up to Billy before. I just knew I had to do something. There were these syringes filled with something that put you to sleep and I grabbed it and then I stabbed Billy with one and then threatening him with Steve's nailbat to never touch any of my friends again."

"Holy shit, Red. Metal as hell!"

She gives a small smile at that. "Well, the boys were basically useless so." She gives a shrug that suggests that sentence should have ended with what can you do?

"True. I've seen you girls in action. Scary and deadly."

Max looks down, then, back to Steve. "Alright, Steve. This is enough floor time for me. I'll yack your ears off later."

She holds Steve back out to Eddie, and he returns Steve to the place in his lap. She gathers her cane and pulls herself from the floor, calling out to see where El is, then presumably going off to find her.

"You really do have a tit-for-tat thing going on with these kids, don't ya?" Eddie chuckles, falling back into the quiet.

His mind does go back to Max and her story. Saving Steve from Billy. He's heard that story but never that part. Steve had given him a watered-down version that left out the fact Billy had threatened Lucas, and that Max had come to his rescue. He wonders if Steve even knows that part.

Had they told him? In Steve's version he's getting his ass beat, and then he's coming to in the back of Billy's car with Max at the wheel. It seems out of character for Steve to not take the time to brag about the kids.

Given the events of spring break of last year, and Max's complicated feelings towards Billy, maybe Steve does know the full story and it was left out intentionally. A thing left up to Max to tell or not, to have to relive. She's been better, doesn't bottle up the hard things anymore, even though it's not Eddie she talks to.

It's Steve.

Eddie feels a bit worse about his jealousy earlier. Of course, Max wants to spend time with Steve even if he can't talk back. He's been the stable male figure in her life for years, just like he's been for Dustin.

He looks up, really taking in the people around him. All the people that have gathered because they care about Steve. All the kids, their peers, Joyce, and Hopper, and some guy Eddie's never even heard of before named Murray.

Does Steve even know how much he means to everyone here?

He's going to ask Steve just that but Robin shouts from the dining area at the same time he opens his mouth, so he snaps his jaw shut and focuses in on that.

"Absolutely not! Those assholes dealt with StarCourt by burning it to the ground and that's it! What do you think they'll try and do to Steve!?" Robin's back is to Eddie, so he can't see her face, but he can see Nancy's, who she seems to be yelling at. Nancy looks determined.

"I'm not saying we go asking the shady government for help immediately! I just brought it up as an option for if we hit a dead end, or can't figure this out, or-" Nancy argues back, and Robin cuts her off.

"Shut up! We'll figure it out! We have before."

Nancy's face softens, looks sadder. "I know, Robin. I do. But how long do we try ourselves? How many days, weeks, months, do we just keep trying ourselves while Steve is stuck? We don't even have a starting point for fixing this, the least we can do is plan a time to ask for help."

"Nancy's right," Hopper says, even if he sounds upsetting about admitting it out loud. "We can trust Owens at least. He helped us."

"No, I'm with Freckles there. You cannot trust anyone in the government, Jim. How many times do you need to learn that lesson?" Murray says in a condescending tone (though Eddie hasn't heard any other tone from him, so maybe that's just his voice?).

Eddie finally stands from the floor. This feels like an argument he should join.

[mayajadewrites]

Moth to a Flame: Levi Ackerman x Fem Reader

C H A P T E R T E N

chapter synopsis: Levi sets some ground rules for your rekindling of your relationship.

ao3

Your heart races as you wake up, watching the sun peer in from the window adjacent from Levi's bed. You press your palm to the matress, hoping to feel skin.

Nothing but sheets.

You hear Levi spit into the sink. He always brushed his teeth first thing in the morning, he hated the thought of morning breath.

Your heart rate went down when you realized you woke up still in his room. You weren't kicked out, he didn't wake you up to leave.

Levi walked into his room, looking like the Gods took their time creating him. His abdominal muscles lead to his 'v' line, where his boxer briefs started.

"I would kiss you, but I need you to brush your teeth first." Levi ran his hand through his hair, walking toward his office.

"Ok. I'll go back to my room."

"No. You have a toothbrush here."

"The same one from the last time?"

"No. I got you a new one." Levi looked at you like you were stupid. "You can't keep toothbrushes that long. It's unsanitary."

You raise your eyebrow and walk to the bathroom, where you see a toothbrush in its own container. You smile at the sight and start brushing your teeth.

Once you finish brushing your teeth, you find Levi already in his office chair, scanning a pile of paperwork on his desk.

You lean down to his eye level and purse your lips. "All clean."

Levi pressed his lips to yours, bringing his hand to your cheek. You leaned your cheek into his palm, observing his features.

"You're not on the mission for tomorrow." Levi let go of your face, looking back at his paperwork.

"Why is that?"

"Because I need to make sure you're okay. You just healed."

"The doctor cleared me. I'm -"

"Can you please listen to me instead of protesting everything I say?"

"You assume you know what I'm feeling and how I'm feeling. I'm not helpless, Levi."

"We need to set rules if we want this to work." Levi shook his head, peering at you through the jet black fringe in front of his face.

"Okay." You sit on top of his desk, gently moving a pile of papers to the side.

Levi leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs slightly. "1. You have to listen to me, especially when it comes to battles."

You rolled your eyes at the rule. "Next."

"2. You have to break the news to Kirstein. Obviously."

"Fair."

"3. You stay with me every night."

You nod. "Can I suggest a rule?"

"Try me." Levi laced his fingers together.

"You have to tell Erwin and Hange about us." You lean in, your nose almost brushing his.

"How do you know I won't lose my title?"

"Levi. We're in a war. I think the last thing they're worried about is Captain Levi Ackerman, aka, humanity's strongest soldier, getting distracted. You were born to fight. Anyways, they'll probably be happy that you have someone. I know Hange will be ecstatic."

Levi looked down, pondering different scenarios that could happen. "What if you're not allowed to be on my squad?" He looked at you. "You're the second strongest to Mikasa. It would be a shame to lose you as a soldier on my squad."

"We can deal with that if the opportunity is presented to us." You scrunch your nose, hoping that that opportunity never comes. "This doesn't have to happen all today. I just want you to work on it."

Levi nodded, pressing his palms to each of your thighs. "You should start with rule number 2 today, though." He kissed your lips gently. "I have to go over some of the mission plans for today. I'll see you later." he caressed your face before returning his focus to his paperwork.

You sigh thinking about how you have to essentially break up with Jean. Levi is worth it, but you don't like hurting someones feelings either.

You make your way back to your room, where Mikasa and Sasha are waiting for you.

"Uh, where the hell have you been?" Sasha looked up from her book.

"We thought you were with Jean... then Jean came here looking for you." Mikasa said.

"If I tell you guys something, will you promise me, swear on your lives, that you won't say a word?" You sit at the edge of Mikasa's bed.

"Of course."

"Yes."

"I'm seeing Captain Levi."

"Oh, NO ONE saw that coming." Mikasa rolled her eyes, her tongue spewing with sarcasm.

"What?!" You look at Sasha. "Does everyone know?"

"We all had a feeling, which is why we were all surprised you got with Jean." Sasha shrugged. "Personally, I didn't know Captain Levi could convey anything other than orders."

"He can convey a lot." You smirk, raising your eyebrows. Mikasa and Sasha laughed, throwing their pillows at you.

"So... how are you gonna tell Jean?" Mikasa looked at you.

"I'm not sure, I-"

You were interrupted by a familiar knock.

Hint: It's not Levi.

[casinodove]

✧ COULD BUY ANYTHING . sagau headcanons

✧ SUMMARYzz.. 1111

Sagau except the reader has yet to descend, and is filthy rich. They already have the entire world at their fingertips, their family has wealth unspeakable and an insane amount of connections. To put it simply, reader is a stereotypical filthy rich person.

✧ PAIRINGzz.. 2222

Sagau x GN!reader

✧ WARNINGzz.. 3333

Religious themes , cult au , privacy deprivation , mentions of blood n human + animal sacrifices , helplessness , some characters get desperate .

✧ SIDE NOTESzz.. 4444

Idk why I got the motivation to write but hey, not complaining

THE acolytes found you rather interesting actually, beyond the fact that you were obviously their creator, they still happened to find the way you seemingly could buy about everything interesting.

Your mora seemed to never run out, almost as if you had an infinite amount of it. And, your device never lagged somehow.

You were always on new devices, they were sure. Each and every able to run the game faster than the last. And, well, once they got access to your camera and were able to see even a glimpse of you, they understood why.

They were barely able to see half of your room, it was well lit and actually,, seemed rather luxurious. Now, the acolytes weren't stupid. Surely, they now knew that you weren't anywhere near poor, instead they assumed your wealth was above average, if not, insanely high.

Panics, since your wealth is beyond average, that means your used to luxuries. Whatever will they do if you dislike their offerings or deem them as too cheap for your liking once you descend?? Oh, this is a disaster!

Xiao , Zhongli , Thoma , Traveler , Barbara , Kokomi , Gorou ++ any non filthy rich character basically

Someone with taste, at last! A challenge is always nice, but don't you worry for they will sacrifice treasures from all over teyvat for you. Handmade trinkets you can't ever find anywhere outside of teyvat, pretty hidden gems that sparkle and shine brighter than the sun itself.

Kamisato siblings , Pantalone , Ningguang , Beidou , Childe .

Well,,,, they'll try their best! Surely, they will find something that you'll like, no? It can't be that hard..or so they hope.

Wanderer , Traveler , Kazuha , Albedo , Zhongli , Thoma , Venti , Gorou , Kokomi

Please, their taste is beyond lavish. They'll find you the best of the best, price tags are mere numbers to them. Doesn't matter how many millions of mora they'll have to spend on merely a coat, a necklace or a pair of silk gloves for you, it isn't a waste if its for the divine creator!

Pantalone , Tsaritsa , Ningguang , Kamisato siblings .

Honestly,, they'll just continue making sacrifices per usual. And if you don't like them, that's too bad! They tried okay? You can't expect everyone to be filthy rich! That doesn't make them a sinner, it simply makes them logical person! And in the end, their wealth shouldn't matter so much that it shows their level of faith. Some people just, don't want to be spending millions of mora for a small piece of jewelry.

Rosaria , Dottore , Wanderer .

They try buying nice things that they think you'd like, it's expensive surely you must like it! Right? Right?? It's even in the favorite shade of your favorite color! Please don't be disappointed in them, they'll try get something more lavish next time they swear!

Diluc , Gorou , Kokomi , Jean .

They're the one who has built many many manyyy altars, churches and statues in your honor, still gives you things twice as expensive as like all of your organs combined.

Tsaritsa , Ningguang , Kamisato siblings

More of a corpse sacrificing person. Kills and goes to wars in your very honor, will bring multiple gallons of human or animal blood to your altars if you even imply you'd want it.

Capitano , Childe , Arlecchino

Offers you their own creations! It's free servants, and they'll never dare to disobey you! Wayy better than a normal human servant no? They're custom made, include multiple insane features and are guaranteed to help you out in your day to day life once you descend! How can you not accept that??

Dottore , Sandrone

✧ ENDING NOTEzz.. 5555

Christmas is sooo close! I may do a Christmas n New years special but that's a maybe.

✧ casinodove , 22/12/22 .

[chromatic-lamina]

chapter 1081 spoilers—okay, angst is fun and all but...

Shachi literally means orca in Japanese. Ikkaku means narwhal. They can dive deep (Narwhals, deeper than most submarines go, I think) and survive. Penguins are pretty good underwater for a while (though I don't know about depth). The ocean is the home of sea urchins and sea angels (Uni and Clione). And have we forgotten how hardcore Penguin and Shachi went here?:

And do you think that Jean Bart looks a little fishman here? ( A little Namur-like).

Now, I don't know about snow geese, but we'll give Hakugan some magical properties. So while it is heartbreaking that the Polar Tang

will no longer sail the seas (and, yeah, the boys had had it forever, but this is the sub's own Going Merry moment, perhaps), I think we should believe Bepo here:

where he urges Law to have faith in the hardiness of his North Blue crew in the depths of the ocean. His concern is more with Law (but we know he'll be okay):

Bepo urges Law not to die, but the Hearts will continue to overcome. I don't know that they'll be captured either, but they must've almost escaped because Jean Bart was on land, right? In chapter 1064:

But look at this instruction (also from 1064):

where Law urges Penguin and Shachi into the water. The Hearts are fine, but I understand the angst (it's glorious, isn't it?!). I think Law's worried, obviously, but I also think he picked his crew and mode of transport for a reason beyond just remaining hidden.

But, the Polar Tang:

the Victoria Punk

the Jewelry Margerhita?

Although, the Wiki says they don't know what happened to it after Bonney was captured by Blackbeard way back when, but in Egghead Jinbei does ask her:

where her ship and crew is. She states that her ship (which might be the Jewelry Margherita) was eaten by the monsters (controlled by Lilith, right?) outside of Egghead, and that she came alone.

The wiki says: (according to Vivre Card - One Piece Visual Dictionary (Card #0511), Information about Bonney is revealed), that:

Bonney seems to prioritize her own safety over her crew's as she managed to escape Marine detainment but chose not to rescue her subordinates.

That's stark contrast to Law, and we've mostly seen her operate alone, but I'm not gonna believe the Vivre cards just yet.

Also, Kid's obviously alive if Law is and if their losses were similar in wording and visuals. I think Kid's crew have saved him, if not Shanks' crew.

BUT, once Law recovers, he'll not be sequestered in a cell for ten years before he becomes relevant again (poor Kid. Damn!).

As @purplehairedwonder pointed out, the Polar Tang was carrying Law's poneglyph copies, and I bet that the crew is carrying them. Hope so. He'd be wise enough to have them waterproofed. BUT it makes more narrative sense to have them destroyed.

Now, someone was talking about how a Klabautermann is only seen when a ship is doomed (this wikipedia article supports it, but that's as far as my sources go) and therefore they didn't include images/stories/prompts about it for the Polar Tang. I can't remember who it was! Ahh, well it seems that the Klabautermann of various ships have been very busy lately.

Kuzan, too. Kuzan is cool (haha). I'm glad we saw him. And the dialogue with the Blackbeard pirates and Kuzan. OH, I almost forgot, this angst:

where Blackbeard taunts Law with the fact (yes, fact!) that there are a hundred pirates on Pirate Island still without their hearts, due to Law, and BB would be thrilled to punish Law for the fact, can't help but stir the whump-writer's heart (I'm sorry, Law).

AND, Koby and Law were in cahoots in some way, I'm sure of it (probably be disproven). Something similar to Luffy and Smoker at Alabasta, perhaps? Anyway.

Side note, do you think that Chopper used Caesar Clown's science and ego to help produce the rumble-ball like power-up he gave Bepo? If so, I wonder if this will come to play in the future when Caesar and Judge enter the fray again, if they do.

[sageistrii]

These are some of my opinions on this whole thing after keeping up with it the past couple days

1) Tokkis like mhj just as much as armys like hybe. They love that woman and think new jeans is nothing without her but pretend they don't so they don't get called weirdos. They claim they're not picking sides and hate both parties, but if you look closely you will be able to pick out the few fans who are actually being neutral. Most Tokkis have picked a side and contrary to them tweeting "fuck mhj" they're on her side. Just like some armys are ignoring the posts implicating bang, Tokkis are ignoring the posts that makes her look like a complete weirdo while quoting the posts implicating bang. What they want is for mhj to leave with the girls because they genuinely believe that everything they got and achieved was never thanks to hybe. I honestly believe that some of them would unstan the group if this whole thing ends up with mhj leaving and new jeans staying at hybe.

2) As edgy as some of them like to act, tokkis are scared of armys and a lot of them are armys who just Stan new jeans because BTS haven't done anything for years, so they attack other hybe groups and fandom openly, but choose their words when it comes to BTS or armys And they have such a huge superiority complex, like they genuinely believe new jeans makes the best music in kpop or something. That's like saying pink pantheress makes the best music you've ever heard btw.

3) This whole thing proves just how adept hybe are with mediaplay, and it's pretty obvious that they were responsible for some of the negative media Jimin received during his debut.

4) I believe 100% that min heejin despises bts, and have always felt so even before now. This is just confirmation of something I already knew, so yes I do believe that she's egotistical enough to say "bang copied her to create BTS", as she said she was approached by hybe after she left sm and probably didn't want to have anything to do with hybe and BTS because she's always harbored resentment for them as she used to be in charge of exo, but she had to because she had no other option and saw them as a stepping stone. And she admitted herself that she spoke to a shaman about them.

5) while I do believe that she feels that way about BTS, hybe only released this to make her look bad and to get army's involved. And it's another indication of how skillfull they are at swaying public opinion.

6) I saw new jeans fans saying every fandom is dragging new jeans when that is not the truth. There'll always be a few trolls but everyone's dragging mhj and worrying about new jeans. They want a "us against the world" moment so bad. And some of them can't stop talking about how bad things could go for new jeans if they stayed with hybe because that's what they want to happen. Everyone wants their fave to leave a shitty label, but when you realize that it's not happening you should hope that the label finally does their job instead of saying nothing good's ever going to happen like you want it to be that way just to prove you're right. (Pjms are guilty of this. Instead of wishing that hybe wakes up and does something for him, they'll imply nothing's ever going to go great as long as he's there, almost like they want that to be the case so they can't continue talking about hybe all day long. Sometimes it's ok to wish for the best in certain situations, instead of acting like you're praying for the worst in order to justify your opinions)

7) fearnots are annoying as fuck , it's weird how they tried to prove to mhj disbanded GFriend because they want buddies off their back, when that would mean they will transfer their hatred from lsrfm onto njns, which is probably what some fearnots wanted anyways. But on the other hand tokkis trying to act like they defended le sserafim but now fearnots betrayed them is funny because most Tokkis openly hate and shade le sserafim all the time, because they think they're beneath new jeans while fearnots are usually calm and don't even talk about new jeans at all. Tokkis are made up of edgy stans and most of them were laughing during the whole hate train and they also try to shade their music because of the whole smart controversy. Le sserafim might genre opp but you can never call them boring and in my opinion they make way better music than new jeans, but new jeans has better vocals and an obvious identity.

With this discussion of music, none of these hybe groups make the best music in 4th gen anyways. Amongst the top 4th gen groups, Ive makes the best music hands down (if we forget their last comeback ever happened) and then you have lesser known groups like triple s and Billlie. Fifty fifty were also hit makers, (not even talking about cupid, although it is objectively a really great song)

[yanfeisty]

Hi i see that your open for request so umm can i request sagau creator reader,that has a adopted child that somehow also came with them and their child also developed their own power, i just love the creator as a parent/parent figure or maybe the creator's parents also soon arrived after their arrival

ᯇ Creator!Reader's Child and Parents getting isekaid ♡ ！

⊹ [ synopsis ] — just a small imagine about what would happen if your child and parents get in Teyvat. ◞

⊹ [ cw ] — religious themes. ◞

⊹ [ a/n ] — Hi, so I did a similar thing for reader with kids but I suppose I can continue a bit. Thanks for the request! Hope you'll enjoy! I might take a bit of a break (really not that long) because I feel like I was active enough this week and I don't like posting too much.◞

. The kid plays alone Genshin, but since they're very young, they're not really good and dies easily, so the characters kind of break from their scripted movements and help your kid to win. Also, characters thinking they're too cute and accidentally saying it out loud, but they don't have to worry, kids got a big imagination, don't they? You won't believe them, right?

. If they get powers, they're only allowed to use them in a teapot because I don't think you can imagine how chaotic that would be, suddenly Santa Claus exists in the world of Teyvat, schools somehow vanished, everything is now made of candy-... Supernatural beings like Zhongli, Xiao, Nahida, teach them how to control their power and say things like 'with great powers come great responsibilities'. And then, there is the others like Venti and Miko who encourage them to use it for fun and pranks.

. As for the parents, imagine no matter your age they don't let you play too much, some can accept it because you shouldn't play too long (Zhongli, Yaoyao, Jean, Shinobu) and others too but would miss you (Xiao, Albedo, Yoimiya, Klee), but there's a group who would be against it (Childe, Itto, Scaramouche) and Itto and Childe may or may not have team up to spam your email with 'WANT TO GET PRIMOGEMS? LOGIN IN GENSHIN. OFFER ONLY AVAILABLE TODAY!'

. As for when the parents get isekaid would be really confused not only by literally being transported to a new world, but why do people have powers and why do you do too? Who are these weird-looking people? You're in love with all of them?? (Advise: don't talk about their backstory, some would really leave your parents concerned)

. Depends on how your parents act but either they would be glad to be there because they are treated like royalty or just want to go back because of their work, family and friends, also traveling to another world won't make them escape the rents, so no matter what you think they'll drag you back to your home.

+ small bonus

. Everytime a mom on YouTube reacts to Zhongli they immediately fall for him, so if you want to keep him for yourself better not present him and good luck with that because he really wants to see those who brought to the world his creator/partner and thank them.

© ་ ׅ : pls don't translate or copy this | don't reblog with yandere/cult tags.

[teagballs]

nsfw alphabet with gob bluth

authors note: it's been so long since ive written omg so sorry. I've a few fanfics in the works, they'll be out soon i swear. just a quick nsfw alphabet for now tho.

cw: smut, mentions of one night stands, mention of kinks, tried to be gender neutral but if i messed up lmk!! nsfw below the cut:

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

• gob is pretty lazy when it comes to aftercare. he'll still try though, grabbing a towel and cleaning both of you before dozing off.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

on his partner:

•if you have them; tits. big or small he doesn't mind. he's all over them when fucking, constantly grabbing, maybe sucking a little.

•otherwise i see him loving your ass. even while out of the bedroom he's looking at your ass, maybe a light smack just to be a dick.

on himself:

•his cock, duh. likes the pleasure it brings him, also he's pretty proud of its size.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

•love to see you with a mouth full of his cum after you finish sucking him off. makes him feel proud and accomplished.

•loves to finish inside if he can. he'll beg to let him fill you up.

•will cum on your tits or your ass if you won't let him though.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

•secretly would LOVE to sub he wants you to take control so bad. but he worries it'll make you think less of him, like he's pathetic.

•but the idea gets him so hard.

•when he gets comfortable enough in the relationship he might bring it up.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

•very very experienced.

•man whore!!!!!!!!!!

•gob has had alot of sex, he knows what he's doing.

•but he's a little selfish in bed. you can still teach him some new things.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

•cowgirl or reverse cowgirl.

•loves watching you take his dick and the fact he can have his hands all over your body while it's happening.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

•he tries to be serious, but I mean it's gob.

•he'll end up saying something that'll make you giggle.

•he'll get all insecure, you'll have to let him know that it's okay and to keep going.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

•well maintained, not bald or anything but just orderly.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

•depends on the type of relationship you have.

•if your a one night stand it's purely sex, nothing romantic just fucking.

•but if you're something special he can be kind of intimate. taking it slower, kissing you softer. he knows there's a difference.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

•much prefers sex.

•but if you're busy or away he'll solve the issue.

•usually by jerking off to a picture of you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

•I think he's pretty vanilla.

•but I imagine that he wants to get his magic involved.

•maybe having you tied up in some illusion.

•or just fucking in the aztec tomb!!!!

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

•the yacht.

•he knows you won't be disturbed there, there's a high risk of that in the model home.

•is willing to do it on all kinds of surfaces. table sex is great.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

•gob is a simple man; tittys and ass get him going.

•seeing you in a nice low cut top or a new pair of jeans that make your ass look great is usually enough for him.

•but even things like bending over to pick something up or being on your hands and kness will get him hard.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

•I don't think he'd like inflicting pain, I don't think he could do it

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

•much much prefers receiving.

•makes him feel so in control.

•will face fuck you, might get a little lost in the moment, grabbing you by your hair to move your mouth around his dick.

•he'd awkwardly apologise after.

•I don't think he's very good at giving.

•is willing to try though, 69ing is on the table.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

•depends on the mood.

•if you're back from a date, sure, nice and slow.

•but if its a makeout session that's gotten intense, usually its quick and rough.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

•I don't think gob lasts very long,,

•which is fine!!! he can go multiple rounds.

•he loves quickies, as long as he's cumming he's happy.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

•gob likes the idea of everyone knowing you're his.

•slight exhibitionism might be something he's into if your up for it.

•grabbing your thigh, then trailing his grip further up.

•before you know it your fucking in the supply closet of a fancy restaurant.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

•like I said, doesn't last long.

•can go up to 3-4 round though.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

•gob doesn't like to think that you need a toy to get pleasure.

•he's right there????????? why do u need a dildo????????

•never owned any himself, he believed he could just pull if he's horny.

•will be a little insecure if you own any, might make him think he's not good enough in bed.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

•he likes to tease if he can.

•he loves when he can get you to the point of begging for him to fuck you.

•but he's also quite desprate himself, so sometimes teasing gets cut short as he can't hold back any longer.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

•VERY LOUD

•definitely moans alot

•it's a good thing, means he's enjoying himself.

•also makes long groaning noises, very hot.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

•same as dirty secret, wants to sub. (i have a fic abt this in the works tho sooo stay tuned)

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

•above average, 7 inches.

•he's very proud of this.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

•he can fuck anytime anyplace.

•if your down he's down!!

•and like i said before he can get turned on by the simplist of things too so he wants to fuck alot.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward

•after he's wiped you both off with a towel he'll lay down next to you and go to sleep pretty quite.

•once he realises your falling asleep he'll hesitantly wrap his arm around you, a little nervous.

•you'll fall asleep like this.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(AoT/Genshin Impact) Mikasa, Shenhe, and Jean being reverse Isekai'd

Honestly, there's not too many reverse isekai in general. I'd KILL for a slice of life anime isekai'ing a Khorne Blood Warrior from Warhammer to Earth.

Mikasa would have NO idea where the she is.

The moment Mikasa sees you, she throws you flat on your ass out of pure battle instinct.

She'd quickly apologize realizing you're not a threat, getting more and more flustered by the second.

(Mikasa) "You're...not an enemy? Sorry about that, everything was just so sudden. Are you hurt?"

She'd be even more flustered if anything was broken during the throw.

After quickly explaining where she is, she'd be very confused, but more worried about her friends.

Mikasa pretty much is glued to your side, reliant on you to tell her what's going on in your world, and how to navigate/function in it.

Luckily she's not too hard to hide in plain sight, other than the fact you have extremely dangerous weapons and equipment in your abode.

But she can't help but look around with pure awe at things like cars, and people just living peacefully in general.

This is what humanity was like before the Titans?

Regardless, she'll be trying her damn hardest to find a way to get home and back into the fight.

Though she can't deny it's nice to finally relax and ponder over her life that's led up to here.

Under no circumstances should you tell Mikasa that you know where she's from, or that you know the fate of her and her friends at the very beginning. The information needs to be told to her slowly, and very carefully.

If you told her you know what happens to her, Eren, and Armin, all hell would break loose as she'd try desperately to change things, and there's no telling what would happen then.

(Mikasa) "I'm here for a reason, even if we don't understand it yet. But until then, I shall be at your side. Thank you, (Y/N)."

Good lord, Shenhe is an absolute handful.

She was already confused by the people in her world, now she had to deal with the people of Earth.

Shenhe just blinks upon arriving in your room.

(Shenhe) "...Hello, did you cause this?"

Her expression doesn't change after you explain the situation.

In fact, she's not that worried.

(Shenhe) "If there is a way here, then there is a way back. There are still many things I have not learned about Tevyat, after all."

Shenhe stands out greatly when you bring her out in public, mostly due to her hair, the red ropes, and how dead inside she looks.

For your safety, do NOT let her speak first, or anyone talk trash about you.

Her homicidal tendencies are VERY much still alive, and after getting to know you, she won't hesitate to demonstrate it.

While touching, you should probably avoid murder, lest you want an entire task force hunting you two down. And they'll lose.

That and she'd blow her cover just speaking completely honestly, making people think she's either insane, or some kind of nerd.

Hopefully the latter.

Despite all the quirks, she becomes more and more emotional with you, even giving smiles on multiple occassions.

As for telling her she's from a video game, don't. It's a lost cause as she won't understand it at all.

(Shenhe) "Although this has been a strange journey, I cannot say it hasn't been worthwhile. After all, I have you to thank for me being able to feel emotions. I think when I'm with you, (Y/N), I feel...content."

Jean jumps upon seeing you after snapping out of her daze.

(Jean) "O-Oh! I apologize for the intrusion, I-I'm not sure where I am."

Jean's face grows pale when you inform her that she's not in Tevyat anymore.

But you're able to ease her fears upon telling her that the other Knights can fill in, but then she grows suspicious of how you know who she is.

Be extremely careful and slow how you tell Jean she's from a video game. Because she will not take that information well that she's not supposed to be real.

The first thing you should do after shattering Jean's reality is take her to a pizza place, and let her order whatever.

She'll need it, and it'll snap her out of the existential crisis you'll put her through.

Jean offers to help however she can in exchange for taking care of her, and she is extremely easy to conceal in the public, and is very good about not letting any signs that she's from a different world through.

Although she wants to get back home to Mondstadt ASAP, she does enjoy the time to relax with you, getting to know the life of a completely different world.

(Jean) "Perhaps this is how the Honorary Knight feels. One day when I finally put my sword down, I can know a life like the one you've given me here, (Y/N). And I am not sure how we'll be able to stay in contact, but...I'd very much like to still talk to you."

[blitheringmcgonagall]

If We Died Tonight

For @mollymarymarie and @imsiriuslyreading a little Wolfstar angst with a happy ending… <33

If we could take a photo

Eternalize this moment

For the days when I don't believe

When our love gets stolen

'Cause there's no exception

And I know time will take you far from me

Let this night invade my lungs

You're all I wanna breathe

Right beside the lake, I burn for you

You burn for me

So kiss me the way that you would

If we died tonight

Hold me the way that you would

For the final time

Whatever may come, somewhere deep inside

There's always this version of you and I

So just kiss me the way that you would

If we died tonight, if we died tonight, yeah

All the deepest secrets

All the darkest moments

Oh, I promise they'll be safe with me

We've all been broken

There's no exception

But you carry it so gracefully

Let this night invade my lungs

You're all I want to breathe

Right beside the lake, I burn for you

You burn for me

(Kiss Me by Dermot Kennedy)

He finds Remus standing beside the edge of the Great Lake. He’s soaking, the rain pelting through his stupid battered jacket, the pointless one – not waterproof, and without a hood – wet curls plastered onto his face. His sodden, frayed jeans already clinging to his too thin frame, wearing his battered canvas shoes, completely useless in this weather, like an idiot. His shoulders hunched forwards – resigned, shivering. His eyes have a far-away, brooding expression, looking out at the grey waters lapping at his feet. It’s not unlike the look on his face before the full moon, except that expression is more resigned in its weariness. This one has more in common with hopelessness, a tiredness that sees no future.

He thinks he knows what that look means.

“What do you think about this whole spy thing?” Peter had asked him a week ago, interrupting Sirius’ thoughts.

“Fuck, Wormy,” Sirius said, putting down his fork with an irritated sigh. “I don’t even want to think about it.”

“But who could it possibly be?” said Peter, with terror in his voice.

“No clue, Wormy, no fucking clue!” Sirius said, picking up the fork again and moving food around his plate. “Dedalus Diggle? Seems a bit of an airhead though. Or Elphias Doge? But he’s a good friend of Dumbledore’s for years. It’s none of us, obviously. And it’s not the Prewetts, or Aberforth, or Hagrid, obviously. Not Marlene, the Longbottoms or Moody… I don’t fucking know. Who do you think it is?”

“I’ve no idea!” said Peter, his voice rising by an octave. “I wish I knew.”

“Yeah, listen, Wormy, don’t think about it too much. It’ll just make you paranoid.”

He’s already feeling very fucking paranoid himself.

“Thanks, Pads,” said Peter, with a forced smile. “I’ll try. If anyone had a reason to become the spy it’d be Moony, with all the anti-Werewolf shit that’s happening. But he’d be the last person to join Voldemort’s side. He’d rather die than join them.”

Sirius stared at Peter.

“Remus is literally the very last person I would ever suspect, Pads, don’t worry, I’m not a total moron! I’d sooner think it was me or you than Moony!” Peter laughed, shaking his head as though he had said something funny.

“Yeah, whatever…” Sirius let out a harsh breath.

“I’m joking, I swear!” Peter had squirmed, leaving the newspaper on the table as he left the room.*

Peter may well have been joking, but he hasn’t stopped thinking about this conversation, or that newspaper article, replaying it over and over and over when he lies awake at night, like a faulty record stuck on a groove, unable to sleep.

Remus was due to accompany him tomorrow on an Order mission to Shropshire, just the two of them, but at the last minute he bowed out, some pathetic excuse about having ‘double booked’ himself, about ‘needing to go on a recce for Dumbledore’. Which makes zero sense, because Dumbledore picked them, them specifically, to go to Shropshire. Which, by the way, he rarely does nowadays – not since the time James Fucking Potter told him he’s over-protective of Moony and therefore a liability on joint missions. Prick. He’s probably right, but he’s still a prick, regardless. He’s also his best friend and best brother.

Only brother.

Regulus Arcturus Black is missing, presumed dead, since December 1979, nearly two years ago. The spineless, soft, clueless, poor bastard idiot.

They say he’s dead, Death Eaters and Order members alike; Death Eaters taunting him, gloating, Cousin Bellatrix’s cackling laughter shouting it out with the aid of a Sonorus during battles, knowing he will hear it and how much it hurts him, ‘You betrayed him, disowned him, left him to die!’

Not strictly true, but he may as well have, a voice that sounds suspiciously like his mother tells him. He knows this already. Regulus point blank refused his help. His father made sure of it*. But he knows for a fact that he should have done more, forced Regulus to flee with him, made him renounce his upbringing, maybe even Imperiused him into…

Continue on ao3…

[snail-eggs]

for the ask meme: holding the other’s jaw, xixi and johnny <3

pairing: Johnny Gat/Xixi Rosario (F!OC)

warnings: we dive into nsfw territory here. not explicitly but like, there’s an almost-blowjob but that's it. Also some implied/referenced drug use.

divider by @/saradika

He's watching her intently as her lips leave his neck, hands sliding down his thighs. As she parts his knees and kneels down between them. There are three dead Vice Kings in the room with them, blood seeping into the cracks in the concrete.

It smells vile.

There's this certain haziness about her. In her eyes---like she's not all there. Gat watches, a little longer than he should, sinking into the tattered, almost moldy couch in the VK hideout as she fumbles with his belt. She's always a little gone, always, but not when they get close like this. No, not once.

For once he's actually skeeved out by it. Doesn't want this. Doesn't want what's about to happen.

Johnny takes her jaw in his hand, angles her face up to look at him. "You straight?" the words don't feel right; not nearly tender enough for this but he's never been one for words and he isn't delusional enough to pretend to be now.

He can see it in her face how hard she's thinking. Like the words need to make more of an effort to reach her. His stomach lurches. Christ, Xixi's more than gone right now. Johnny rubs his thumb against the soft skin of her cheek, her jaw still resting in his palm. And he nods over to the space next to him. Its almost funny---all this tenderness from Johnny Gat of all people. If Xixi were really here, really present, the irony would have her in stitches.

She uses his thighs for leverage as she gets up off her knees, her movements slow. Hazy. Whatever she took is hitting her like a fucking truck now.

Xixi blinks, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? You're high as shit. That's what's wrong." She only shrugs him off. "What'd you take?"

"Nothing you need to worry about."

"That's not what I fuckin' asked though, is it?"

"Gat, I'm fine. I'll sleep it off---always do." and she sinks into the deteriorating couch like she's begging it to swallow her whole. Xixi brings her hands up to her face. "'So stupid."

Nudging her shoulder with his, he glances over at the bodies. Almost forgot about them. They need to get gone soon or they'll end up with another fight on their hands. He takes her wrist lightly in his grasp, tries to pull it down away from her face. His way of saying you can talk to me without actually having to say the words.

It feels like it'd kill him to say it.

She shoves him away rougher than she means to, he thinks. Shoots up off the couch and sets her gun in the waistband of her jeans. "I'm going home." its so quiet, the way she says it. Makes something in his chest ache a little. He doesn't like it one bit.

Instead of saying anything, Gat watches as she leaves through the door, listens to the roar of her car's engine. He knows she's in no state to get anywhere, knows he should run out and stop her. Offer to drive her home. But he lets her go. Sits there a while, just him and the bodies.

He buckles his belt. Gets the hell out of dodge.

[waltwhitmansbeard]

you thought i was done with my grow with the flow bullshit? you FOOL. tw: stalking

When Vax enters the apartment, arms laden with all of the ingredients they'll need for tonight's baking livestream, the first thing he's greeted with is a distressed meow from Simon, who's sitting on the kitchen counter where he absolutely knows he's not supposed to be. The second thing he's greeted with is a low thud from the bathroom, followed by a muffled, "Ah, fuck."

Vax exchanges a look with Simon, who stares back with wide, insistent eyes, dumps the reusable shopping bags onto the floor, and walks over to the closed bathroom door. "Kiki?"

There's a sudden, panicked clatter, followed by a high-pitched, "Just a second!"

Vax is loath to intrude on her, not when she's asked him to wait, but there's a creeping unease making its way up his spine. He rests his temple against the door. "Are you okay?"

"I—fuck." She sighs. "Yeah. Just..." He removes his head just as the door opens a crack.

It's not really a two-person bathroom—it's not really a two-person apartment—but he manages to cram himself in to look over her shoulder at her in the mirror of the medicine cabinet. Something icy and tight grips his lungs when he sees the split lip and blooming bruise on her jawbone, accompanied by the faraway look in her eyes. "Fucking hell."

"It's not as bad as it looks," she lies unconvincingly, bringing a makeup sponge up to her face. Does she really think he's not going to notice the way her hand trembles?

"Keyleth, what the fuck?" He reaches out to still her hand, turning her to face him as gently as he can manage when his heart is thundering inside his throat. Her face is pale, and she won't meet his eye. He brings her to the tub, pulls her down so they're both perched on the edge. His thumb grazes delicately over her lip, and she inhales sharply. "What happened?"

She stares down at the sponge in her hands, twirling it round and round and round between her fingers. "I was clumsy."

He doesn't understand why she's evading his questions. "Keyleth, please." He lifts her chin so their gazes meet, and her eyes are shining now. He feels like he's going crazy. "Did someone hit you?" There's a cool, easy realization that he has absolutely no qualms about seeking violent retribution for someone putting their hands on her.

But she shakes her head. "I...I got this." She reaches into the back pocket of her jeans and pulls out her phone. After a few taps, she pulls up a photo sent in a text from an unknown number. It is a photo of her, a little blurry, in the exact outfit she's wearing now, taken from across a street.

Vax blinks. He feels it brewing inside him, the storm of quiet, savage rage. Her fucking stalker. "He has your number now?"

She gives a jerky shrug and sniffs once. "I guess." She clicks the phone off. "I was so freaked out, I just started running. My foot got caught on the cracked sidewalk around the corner, you know, the one I always trip on. That's how..." She gestures vaguely toward her face, and he can see now the red scratches on the heels of her palms, evidence of her trying to break her fall.

Vax takes a deep breath, holds it as long as he can, and breathes out slowly. He's going to combust, he's sure of it, explode in a paroxysm of fury and terror. As slowly as he can manage, he tips his forehead against hers, brings his fingertips up to brush softly over the darkening bruise. "When I find him, I'm going to kill him." It is a promise. It is a fact.

She sniffs again, louder this time. "I was just so scared."

He delicately pulls the makeup sponge from between her fingers. "And you weren't going to tell me about it?"

Another half-shrug. "I didn't want you to worry. I thought..." She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I thought if I pretended it wasn't real, maybe he'd...I don't know. Get bored and go away."

He brings her in, both arms around her shoulders, and tucks her head under his chin. They both know this fuck's not just going to go away. He wants something from her—her attention, her love, her fear, her silence—and he's not going to stop until he gets it—or until someone else stops him.

"I'm cancelling the stream tonight."

Keyleth jerks upward. "No—"

"This isn't a discussion. You are in no condition to try and perform normalcy for thousands of people, and besides..." He presses a soft kiss to her split lip, careful not to hurt her. "I don't want to be, y'know, selfish about it, but if anyone sees any hint of a bruise, Kiki, they're going to think I gave it to you."

Cold horror draws all the blood from her face. "Oh. I didn't...I didn't think—you would never—"

"And you and I both know that, but they don't. The last thing we need right now is an audience full of people digging into our lives trying to figure out if I'm a sick bastard or not."

She thumbs away tears threatening to spill from her eyes. "I'm sorry this is happening, I'm sorry this is ruining everything—"

No. Absolutely not. He takes her face in his hands, frowning apologetically at her wince. "You don't apologize for him. You don't take responsibility for the actions of fucking monsters. You are doing nothing wrong, and nothing is ruined, because I have you, and you have me, and we have this apartment and Simon and our friends and our podcast and I will be dead in the ground before I let him take any of that from us, you hear me?" She nods. "Good. Now, I'm gonna run you a bath, and while you're in here I'm going to reschedule the stream for next weekend and then I'm going to order the biggest pizza that will physically fit through the front door."

She huffs out a laugh, then leans into kiss him. "Thank you for being here."

As if he'd rather be anywhere else. "I'm always gonna be here, Kiki. It's the one thing I know for sure; wherever you go, as long as you'll have me, I'm gonna be right here."

[discobrainrot]

did you say to ask for more harrykim hc? bc i want some more!! it can be canon or au (any of your choice) im not picky

LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

You're getting Canon Kim and Harry this time, but if someone sends me another (without specifying) I'll probably do Swap AU stuff!

1. It's not just Harry who's in love with Kim - it's Harry's Skills.

Whether they're something that occurred because of Pale Exposure or a symptom of something else, they're a part of him. His Skills are how he experiences the world. It's just as much them romancing Kim as it is him.

So when Harry falls in love, every Skill falls hard and fast, too. The INT Skills, particularly Logic, are taken with Kim's mind. The PSY Skills admire his dedication (to his passions, to the RCM, to his partner), and Volition is relieved that they've been drawn to such an (outwardly) stable force.

The FYS skills got it bad - Shivers sees how Kim fits into Revachol's greater puzzle like a missing piece. Electrochemistry has... a lot to say.

But the MOT Skills? Oh god. They're obsessed. Kim is cool, calm, and collected. He loves machines. Even with his eyesight, he's still a damn good shot. He's so suave. They. Want. Him. So. Bad.

At the end of the day, Kim is romancing one person in 25 parts. It's all-encompassing, and at first, it's strange. But after a time, he can't imagine being loved another way

2. Kim didn't expect Harry to stay interested in him.

Look, I can't picture Harry as anything other than a scatterbrain. It's partly because of my scatterbrained way of playing the damn game, but it's my headcanon, and I'll cry if I want to.

So, when they first met, Kim watched Harry flit around Martinaise like a speed fuelled (or until-recently-speed-fueled) bumblebee. He buzzes around, finds something, pursues it for a while, then sets it down and forgets. Kim watches Harry blow past his old partner without a word and worries that he might be in Jean's place one day.

Well, almost Jean's position. Maybe a worse one. It's not a stretch to imagine Harry getting distracted or bored of Kim. But this is the happiest he's felt in a long time, so he decides to ride it out. Take the joy where he can. He'll deal with the hurt when it comes.

But then Harry doesn't get bored of him. Instead, he wants more. And more. And more.

And then Harry stays over at Kim's place on weekends.

And they're investing in more board games. And Harry knows just the way Kim likes his coffee. And he makes dinner whenever he comes over. And, oh, Harry's lease is almost up, so he might as well move in. And he buys posters and photos to hang up. And he paints "This Is Something Beautiful" on their bedroom wall. And Kim knows he won't get his deposit back, but he doesn't fucking care.

And then it's been a year, and Harry has some of his old memories back, but mostly he's been making new ones. And anyone who matters to them knows what's happening, but no one says a word. And they don't hold hands in public, but the look Harry gives Kim lets him know how badly he wants to. 

And then it's been a few more years, and they move to a different apartment. And the heaters don't work, but that's okay because they keep each other warm in the winter. And Harry holds Kim close as they dance in the kitchen. And Kim's vision is getting worse, and Harry's got a bad heart, but they live the best lives they can. And they plan a wedding that they know they'll probably never have.

And Kim pretends he doesn't hear the city as she speaks into his heart.

And Harry pretends he doesn't hear Kim cry when he realizes they can't stop what's coming.

And then it's been so many years that their grey hairs outnumber all the others. And Harry doesn't talk about La Retour, but Kim sees how much he thinks about it. And he holds Harry's hand in public because it feels like the world is ending anyways. And the corners of Harry's eyes crinkle when he smiles, and it still makes Kim's heart swim even after so many years. And Harry still sees a halo behind Kim's head.

And they dance between detritus and rubble as an old radio plays. And they remember their kitchen. And they say the names of old friends. And far away, someone smiles and says theirs.

And La Revacholiere holds them in her broken arms and cries. And they hold her in their lungs. And they cry with her because of their loss. And they cry with her because they've survived.

And they love.

And they love.

And they love.

3. Harry has, like, big I'm A Bottom energy, right?

Right???????

[texancommie07]

I don't care if Monday's blue

Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too

Thursday, I don't care about you

It's Friday I'm In Love

Heavy Metal Valentines Day Five: First Date

July 1st, 1985

To Say Eddie Was About To Implode From Excitement Would Be An Understatement. It Was Finally Happening, Billy And Them Were Finally Have A Date. A Real One.

Not Just A Quick Chat And Peck In The Woods After A Deal, Not Just Glances In The Hallways Of Doom, Not Just A Nod As They Went Into Their Respective Vehicles To Head To School. A Real, Bonafide, Genuine Date.

They Were Practically Bursting At The Seams. They Had Already Had A Good Solid Thirty Minute Screaming Into Their Pillow Session, And Moshing Around Their Room For A Good Hour In An Attempt To Release Some Of Their Pent Up Energy. It.... Hasn't Really Worked, But That's Fine! It's Just Means They'll Be Super In The Moment During The Date Portion.

They Really Hoped They Didn't Overwhelm Billy, They Were Still Figuring Out New Things That Overwhelmed Them Due To Their Early-Onset Psychosis (Read: Autism), And They Saw A Lot Of Similarities Between Billy And Them. So They Went Over The Plan Another Few Times In Their Head To Make Sure That They Remembered How The Day Was Supposed To Go Down, So As Not To Cause A Sudden Schedule Shift And Upset The Both Of Them.

Eddie Ran Over Their List Of Store Bought Items, Mostly Patches, And One Kill 'Em All T-Shirt(Donated By Rick, Bless Him), And Some Snacks For The Both Of Them. They Checked Over The Snacks Again, Red Hot Cinnamon Candies And A Dr. Pepper For Billy, And A Bag Of Rolos With A Vanilla Ramune For Them.

They Glanced In The Mirror, Checking Out Their Outfit For What Had To Be The Hundredth Time Since They Put It On. They Were Wearing Their Queen Shirt-Turned Tank Top And Their Only Pair Of Holeless Jeans. It Was A Fine Outfit, But That Wasn't The Part Eddie Was Worried About. Their Chest Was Out.

They Had Grown Interested In 1920s Fashion Thanks To Their Auntie Lisa, And In Doing That, They Stumbled Upon Some Chest Flattening Corset Patterns From That Era. They Were Originally Made To Flatten The Chests Of The Flappers Who Wore Them, But With The Start Of Puberty Hitting Eddie Like A Freight Train In All The Worst Ways, They Had Different Reasons For Using Them.

Billy Had Wanted This To Be A Casual Thing, Since They Weren't Going Anywhere. Billy Knew About, It Wasn't Like They Didn't Tell Him Or Anything(Plus It Really Wouldn't Have Matter Since Billy Was From California And Had A Merry Band Of Transvestites As His Closest Companions Over There, And As A Result He Clocked Them Almost Immediately), But Billy Hadn't Ever Seen Eddie Without Their Binder On. And It Wasn't Like Eddie Thought Billy Would Be Cruel Or Anything, But The Little Voice In The Back Of Their Head Was Always More Persistent When They Had Tits.

Shaking Off The Minor Existential Dread From Their Bones, They Took A Deep Breath And Put On Their "Boys Don't Cry" Vinyl (Another Gift From Their Auntie Lisa) And Did Some Final Clean Up Around The Trailer While They Waited For Billy To Get Off Work.

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Eddie Has No Idea What They Were Worried About. The Date Was Going Great, They Had Danced A Bit, They Watched TV, They Even Ordered Pizza!(Wayne Knew It Was A Special Occasion And Even Gave Eddie Enough Money To Get Garlic Knots!)

Billy Had Brought Over Some Patches Of His Own Choosing, And Told Eddie Where He Wanted Them On His Vest. They Had Cut Out The Kill 'Em All Shirt To Make A Back Patch And Were Currently Seeing It On. Billy Had Seemed A Little Standoffish And Strange At The Start Of The Date, Almost Secretive And Defensive, But Billy Tended To Be Like That In General, And Eddie Had Brushed It Of As Nerves, As After A While Billy Opened Up More And More.

They Currently Had Him Rambling On About Metallic Trivia That They Already Knew, But They Didn't Dare Tell Billy That. This Was The Happiest They Had Seen Him Since He Got Here, And They Knew How Nice It Felt To Have Someone Who Would Just Listen. Eddie Swore If You Looked Too Hard, You Would See Hearts In Their Eyes With They Way They Were Looking At Billy. They Would Probably Stab Their Hands A Few More Times Than Ideal, But It Didn't Matter, They Were Absolutely Smitten, And They Were Having A Great Time Working On Billy's Battle Vest.

They Hoped They Got To Finish It With Him.

Sketch

[casinodove]

✧ DIVINE ADULATION . sagau headcanons

✧ SUMMARYzz.. 1111

So, divine creator descends and the acolytes are ofcourse beyond pleased, yet there's a problem. Divine creator had a significant other back in their original reality, whom they weren't able to say goodbye to before descending since it was so sudden. Don't even worry though, significant other also descended! So, one day the creator and their lover get reunited, what would the acolytes reactions be?

✧ PAIRINGzz.. 2222

Sagau x GN!Reader (no pronouns mentioned)

Reader x GN!S/O

✧ WARNINGSzz.. 3333

Slight yandere if you squint , cult au , religious themes , stalking , privacy deprivation , relationship sabotaging .

✧ SIDE NOTESzz.. 4444

Merry Christmas to whoever celebrates it <3

THE divine creator was thought to be a being ancient, not exactly incapable of feeling love but unwanting to waste their time on such matters. So, seeing you be so sad, devasted even, when you descended because of a certain someone surely caught the acolytes off guard.

A few weeks passed, you seemingly calmed down yet your opinion on getting a spouse within teyvat was always negative. Something about loyalty you said, something about unwavering faith and about missing someone you said.

At first the acolytes weren't sure what to think about it, yet during a seemingly normal day you were spotted running toward an unknown person. Time once again passed, and within the following days the acolytes were able to see you walking around with the same person, hell, you even invited them to spend the night in your room, the two of you requested for snacks to be brought during the late hours of the night multiple times, seemingly enjoying each others company so much that you were barely able to stop talking about things all night.

Yet once every acolyte got the news, and once they spread throughout teyvat, was when the real chaos began.

Surely, everyone wanted to know who this mysterious person who would spend every night and every day with the creator was, they were beyond certain said person couldn't just be a regular person to be able to receive such adulation from you.

Probably refuses to believe that you could have a lover, teyvat is full of rumours, especially surrounding the important people. It isn't a surprise they'd spread rumours about the divine creator. Surely their just a bunch of lies, right? Nobody is worth of even standing one stair below you, let alone stand by your side, especially not some random mortal!

Zhongli , Ei , Tsaritsa , Kamisato Ayato , Pantalone , Ningguang , Arlecchino .

Interesting, interesting. Probably doesn't care all that much, not like they were planning onto turning into a potential love interest for you, they'll continue their duties as worshippers and all. If the rumours are true though, they believe you're fully able of picking out a significant other, so for aslong as you're fine and happy in the relationship, it isn't their place to say anything.

Rosaria , Capitano .

Probably throws a secret tantrum if they see anything romantic happening between you and said person. I mean come on now! You want them? Seriously now?? Easily the most likely to start plotting on how they can sabotage the relationship. Oh, and don't get me started on what would happen if the two of you got engaged..

Wanderer , Childe , Venti , Kaeya .

The first to know about the relationship, they watched every single thing the two of you did within your private chambers. Unless the two of you were covered up with the sheets that is, obviously. Their just making sure you're safe! How can they trust you to be alone with a stranger hm? (This came out as sexual even though I had no intentions of making it sound anywhere near sexual, forgive me shhxjsks)

Xiao , Wanderer , Ganyu .

Regrets not making a move before you found someone, won't try to interfere with your relationship for now, respects your relationship, for now.

Albedo , Jean , Xiao , Ganyu , Kamisato Ayaka

Destroys the relationship after careful planning, either makes you seem disloyal either makes them, doesn't matter for aslong as the two of you aren't together anymore. Comforts you if you allow them to.

Wanderer , Childe , Venti , Kaeya , Ei , Zhongli , Kamisato Ayato , Albedo , Jean .

In conclusion, don't let the acolytes know of your relationship. Or do, we do not care.

[As]

✧ ENDING NOTESzz.. 5555

Rushed and bad but I got caught up in family stuff today so ykyk,, may remake but probably won't. Anyways, goodnight 🫶🏻

✧ casinodove , 25/12/22 .