#he makes me excited for another unhinged doctor

[carlav-blogs]

Ncuti Gatwa - 15

[little-diable]

Our secret - Carlisle Cullen (smut)

This is very unhinged, but what did we expect, it's me writing this after all. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: When Carlisle comes home after a long shift at the hospital, he's desperate for some kind of relief. Who would have thought that he'd stumble upon a streaming website, watching the stream of a very familiar face, (y/n) – Jasper's girlfriend.

Warnings: 18+, smut, masturbation (f&m), oral (f), piv, cheating, power play, choking, spanking, degrading, dom!Carlisle

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x fem!reader, brief Jasper Hale x fem!reader (2.2 k words)

A heavy sigh left Carlisle as he found his way to his office, thankful for the darkness that lingered in the mansion, allowing himself to finally relax. While the others were out hunting, he had been working another late shift at the hospital, making it home by 3 am. Those were the nights where he longed for his human past, wanting to feel the wave of tiredness he had once known all too well, centuries ago that had faded like the seasons passing by. 

He opened his laptop, eyes flickering to the dark forest, wondering how much longer he’d get to cherish the quietness of their home. Quick typing brought him to the website he was looking for, leaning back in his chair with a small grin tugging on his lips. 

For the past weeks he had visited a streaming website he had found one night, desperate for the kind of relief not even blood could give him, needing to give into his most primitive urges. He felt his cock harden in his trousers, barely anticipating the videos he’d get to watch, the moans he’d get to listen to. Fuck, this was one of those few moments where he actually felt human again, feeling like a young boy without any experience, driven by his needs. 

It took him a few moments to find a stream to settle on, animated by the dark room, the fairy lights hung in the back, and the soft music echoing through the woman’s room. So far he couldn’t make out her body, wondering what she was doing out of the frame, if she was waiting for more people to join. His hand freed his cock, slowly pumping to adjust to the sensation, excited to see a new face today. 

Movement could be heard on her end of the stream, and without another warning a female frame entered the screen, sitting down on her bed, right in front of the camera. A heavy gasp left Carlisle as his eyes took in the all too familiar features. His hand had stopped moving, unable to keep on going as he studied the girl he had crossed paths with numerous times before, (y/n) – Jasper’s girlfriend. 

Fuck, he should close the website, should forget that he had ever seen her with barely any clothes on – and yet he didn’t dare move. Carlisle had always found himself drawn to her, wanting to keep her to himself, wondering why she had ended up with Jasper after all, but he’d never dare to interfere, not set on destroying Jasper’s relationship. 

“I missed you all!” Her soft voice coaxed a groan out of Carlisle, and all he could do was watch how she slowly undressed, speaking to the people commenting on her videos and leaving tips. His hand had started moving after a few moments, getting over the first initial shock with a smirk widening on his lips.

And as (y/n)’s moans guided him towards the edge, making Carlisle think of her, she was located on the other side of Forks, trembling for the people watching her stream, with her mind set on a certain blonde doctor, rather than her boyfriend. 

……

Ever since Carlisle had stumbled upon (y/n)’s stream, he had found himself returning to her website at any given chance, hidden from curious eyes and ears, very well knowing that he was walking a thin line. He had grown bolder over time, no longer hiding amongst those that simply watched but didn’t interact, but leaving comments here and there, changing his username to something she might recognise, if she paid enough attention. 

He didn’t know what it was, and yet Carlisle didn’t want to break from the spell she had cast upon him. By now he knew every inch of her naked body, longing to touch the soft skin, praying to the God he had once loved that she wouldn’t ever return to his home, unsure how he’d react to seeing her again, with Jasper around. 

Carlisle knew that he had to be careful, well aware of Edward’s powers, able to read his every thought. And yet Carlisle had mastered building up a mental stone wall over the past centuries, able to hide his every need from those that looked up to him, clinging to the father figure that had a pure heart and soul, at least that’s what he forced them to believe. 

"Carlisle?" Jasper’s voice ripped him out of his thoughts, eyes flickering up from his book to meet the golden eyes of Jasper. With a smile tugging on his lips, Carlisle closed his book, freezing as another frame appeared next to Jasper. (Y/n) had her lips pulled into a wide smile, eyes meeting Carlisle’s. Jasper didn’t seem to notice the way Carlisle’s demeanor had changed, ushering (y/n) into the office. “(Y/n) burned herself this morning, and it won’t stop hurting. Would you mind looking at it while we go out to hunt?”

“No, of course not. She’s in good hands, don’t worry.” Carlisle averted his gaze as Jasper turned towards (y/n) with a smile, kissing his girlfriend goodbye. The doctor reached for his bag, pulling out a few things he’d need to take care of her wound. A thick silence hung in the air, so thick one could wrap it around their body in the cold winter morning, protected from the icy wind. 

“Come, take a seat.” Carefully he guided her closer, waiting for her to settle on the chair. The blonde haired doctor towered over her, touching her arm to take in the wound. Neither of them dared to speak up, but while Carlisle tried to focus on her wound, (y/n) couldn’t help but admire the doctor, tongue darting out to wet her lips. 

“You know,” she whispered the words, watching the man halt in his movements. “It took me a while to pick up on it. At first I didn’t think it was you, but then.” The rest of the sentence was left unsaid, stuck in her throat as his eyes met hers, forcing all air from her lungs. Carlisle leaned back, finding rest with his hips leaned against his table, studying the woman for a few moments. Shallow breaths left her, teeth leaving nervous bite marks on her lower lip, unable to see through the man’s almost emotionless facade. 

“Did you tell him?” She quickly shook her head, hand darting out to reach for Carlisle’s hand, making them both freeze. The cold he emitted clashed against the heat pumping through her body. For the past weeks (y/n) had wondered how to address the topic, unable to bite down the need she felt to be touched by the man, wanting to feel his body pressed against hers. 

“If I’m being honest, every time I’ve been streaming I thought of you, and I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop myself.” With her breath hitched in her chest she watched Carlisle break out in a deep, raspy laugh, hand finding her cheek, cupping her warm skin. Her body followed his every command, pulled to her feet, into his chest. For a few seconds they froze, listening to the alarm going off inside their heads, reminding them how wrong this was – whatever they were about to do. But their bodies forced them to continue, lips meeting in a rough kiss. 

Jasper had never kissed her like this, had always tried to be careful with her, hoping that his alter ego wouldn’t take over his system, scared of leaving marks that wouldn’t fade. It seemed as if Carlisle wasn’t held back by any fear, any daunting thoughts, allowing himself to claim an already claimed woman. 

“I need to taste you, need to hear those pretty moans you always make.” What sounded like a confession turned into a command, switching them around to force (y/n) down on his table. Her moan seemed to give him the green light he had been waiting for, jeans pulled down her legs with her damp panties following. Carlisle didn’t waste any time, pushing his tongue through her slit, tasting her arousal for the first time. 

(Y/n)’s moans echoed through the room, hand tugging on his roots in a desperate need to ground herself. Her heart was racing, urged on by the fear of being interrupted, of being caught in an act so wrong that felt all too right. Her body had always called out to Carlisle, and yet something had held her back, doubting that the doctor would ever be interested in her. 

“Oh god, Carlisle, you’re so-” she was interrupted by a heavy moan, he had pushed two fingers into her cunt, expectedly curling them against her sweet spot. She was trembling on the table, legs quivering already, within only a few moments of being touched. While her body struggled to hold back, her mind couldn’t help but wonder what being fucked by him must feel like, hoping that he’d soon give in. 

“What is it? Talk to me, sweetheart.” A teasing smile was shot her way, mouth finding its way to her pulsing bundle of nerves, very well knowing what she wanted from him. 

“Please.” Her whimpers were met by a throaty chuckle, he had his eyebrows raised, wordlessly commanding her to speak her thoughts. “I need you inside of me, fuck me, please Carlisle.” 

“See, that wasn’t hard, was it?” He let go of her, only to pull her to her feet, front pushed down on the table with one quick move. Before she could even take a new deep breath, his hand came down on her behind, spanking the moaning woman. She was a goner, already floating in another dimension, and he hadn’t even fucked her yet. “Are you ready for me?”

His hand met her skin again, and again, till (y/n) finally managed to press out a soft “Yes, please”. She heard him spit onto his palm, pumping his cock a few times before he pushed into her from behind. Her air was knocked from her lungs, eyes squeezed shut to try and adjust to his size. Carlisle was ruthless, urged on by all those times he had been watching her on his screen, spreading her thighs for men just as desperate as he was. 

“You’re already whimpering, and I’ve only just started fucking you. Does your boyfriend not satisfy you? You’re dripping for my cock like a slut begged to be manhandled.” His words had a sharp undertone to them, forcing a deep moan from her parted lips. Carlisle fucked her rough, hips meeting her aching behind with every thrust, pushing (y/n) further into the dark abyss she had been lured into. She was seeing stars, stars so daunting, (y/n) could feel her end coming upon her. 

With one hand finding her throat, Carlisle pulled her up against his chest, pace not faltering once. Her walls fluttered around his cock, senses heightened by the possessive grasp he had on her throat, not cutting off her airstream, but making her blood sing in her ears. She was trembling, had a hard time focusing on anything but his touch, the way he fucked her, pushing her closer to the edge. 

“Such a tight cunt, so perfect for me.” Carlisle’s words coaxed a whimper from her lips, gone the moment his cold fingers found her clit. He tightened his grasp on her throat, forcing her eyes open to focus on the dark forest surrounding the mansion, wondering who or what was lurking outside there. Would their secret be spilled? Would they be able to hide it from the others nearby? 

“Need to cum, I’m so close.” Her voice trembled, nothing more than a whisper he clearly picked up on. Carlisle’s raspy chuckles left her shuddering, mind torn between the sensation of the way he fucked her from behind and the way he expertly rubbed her clit. A rough “Cum” left the doctor, hand leaving her throat to tightly grab her waist, fearing that she may lose her balance.

Her orgasm clashed through her, leaving her moaning and whimpering, not hearing the sound of slow steps carrying somebody closer. She didn’t notice the smirk tugging on Carlisle’s lips, didn’t notice how he turned his head, eyes meeting another pair of dark ones. He pulled out of her to release himself on her behind, letting go of (y/n) to give her a moment to calm down. 

“Fuck, I’m exhausted.” Her soft chuckles were interrupted by a deep laugh, head snapping towards the door, catching Jasper leaning against the doorframe. The vampire was smirking at his wide eyed girlfriend, stepping into the office with his arms crossed in front of his chest. 

“Oh, darlin’, this was only just the beginning.”

[darling--angst-archived]

The 'God', The Masochist, and the Crazy Scientist

I just found out that I'm anemic that's why I'm so frail and pale :'(

I twisted the plot a little

I actually don't know if Bram is made from human experimentation but I did it anyways.

TW! Explicit Language, Death, Human experimentation, Murder, Slight Yandere, Gore(?), Straight up crazy scientist, Slight suggestive content.

Pairing: Nikolai Gogol x Reader(you) x Fyodor Dostoevsky

Synopsis: F!Reader joins the DOA as their doctor because of her ability and piqued the interest of a certain clown and a person with God complex.

F!Reader has a personality like Mobius (Honkai) and Reader is a little unhinged

You were a normal doctor in Yokohama, working overtime. Now you were sitting across a wanted terrorist, offering you a job in their notorious group.

A few months back then the Port Mafia's boss, Mori Ogai came to your office to make you an offer to join them. You had great intelligence, but mediocre at combat, though you worked as a normal doctor, you had an ability: "The Souls of the Damned". Your ability allows you to bring the dead back to life through souls, but as the saying goes: an eye for an eye, it was the same for your ability, a soul for a soul. You must sacrifice an alive soul to bring back the dead. Soul Manipulation, is a better description of your ability; you can manipulate souls per will, to identify an ability user's soul they have a certain color in their soul's core. If you will bring back a dead ability user, you must exchange another ability user's soul. You owed favors from Mori Ogai, so you brought back dead people for him, he of course gave you the live souls. Yet, you didn't accept his offers. Which leads you back to now:

"Hello, miss Y/n" the Russian says from across the table.

"Well.. May I ask why you are here sir Fyodor?" you asked, offering him tea.

"Hm? Hibiscus?.. Though it seems you have already known my name." He said drinking the tea quite impressed.

"Of course.. Fyodor Dostoevsky, known as the face of The Decay of Angels." You said

"I have an offer to make for such an intelligent individual such you." He chuckled amused by you.

"..What is it?" You asked sipping your tea.

"Work as the DOA's doctor" he explained which piqued your interest.

"Hmm.? Why would a terrorist group full of powerful and dangerous ability users need a normal doctor like me? You sarcastically said raising a brow.

"Well.. To be precise we need your ability.. "Souls of the Damned" he smirked sinisterly sending shivers down your spine.

"Oh? What would I get in return?" You asked. There was no need to feign ignorance, he already knew it all.

"Advantages, and equipments for your experiments" he explained.

"Haii.. Same offers with the Port Mafia.. I must say it was quite a let down" you sighed dissatisfied. His eyebrow twitches from annoyance, yet still kept his facade.

"Then.. What do you want in return.?" He asked

"Guess it. After all, you DO believe you are smarter than me, don't you sir Dostoevsky?" You sarcastically said.

"Information."

"What.?" You said, eyes widened.

"You want information about THAT book" he said.

"Huh."

"Well I look forward to working with you Dostoevsky-kun" You said sitting up with him smirking.

He sat up and offered you a handshake, a very suspicious one. In every human body you can see their soul's color; normally a soul would be gray or slightly darker but his... It was pitch black. His soul's core was bloody red, the core is supposed to represent the ability; red, it means death. For him to offer you a handshake means he may kill you, yet it only excited you even more. You smirked accepting his handshake. When your hands met, his eyes could only widen, you were still there in one piece, alive and breathing.

"Your ability is as interesting and powerful as they say." He said pulling away. You could only chuckle in response.

"How rude of you Dostoevsky-kun.. already trying to kill me" you pouted sarcastically. He smiled in return, not a friendly one, the one that says "your correct" yet a little sinister.

"Well I must go.. Come here tomorrow" he said giving a piece of paper. As you opened the note, he closed the door. You could only clench your fist on what was written there.

"Сволочь..." You muttered. The note was quite unique, it's one that you have to decipher until tomorrow afternoon.

You spent the entire night, deciphering the note.. Actually you didn't, you put a tracking device on him earlier. As you looked at your computer for his location, it looks like he stopped at a certain building until he probably saw the tracking device and tossed it away.

The next day passed and you had no intention of actually coming to the building, because Fyodor found the tracking device it was most likely that you came but being the little bitch you are, you didn't. The afternoon passed and it turned into evening, the evening passed and midnight hit. You were taking a warm bath after you came home from your shift. As you finished bathing you noticed someone's presence in your home. You dressed and opened your laptop, water was dripping from your washed hair. As you typed, you got sick of the presence chuckling in the shadows so you decided to close your laptop and speak.

"Why do I owe the pleasure of you being here?"

Creeping up from the shadows, he finally decided to show himself, Nikolai Gogol.

"You're just as perceptive as Dos-kun said!" He excitedly said suddenly appearing beside you. As you took in his form, he was very tall. When your eyes met his, it was quite unique.

"As I said earlier, may I ask why you are in my home?" You raised a brow.

"Ah! right! I forgot about that part! Keke!" He chuckled.

"Dos-kun is annoyed because you didn't show up earlier!" He shrugged sitting on the table beside you.

"Oh.? He would actually be there?" You asked intrigued.

"Hueh?" He blinked twice not expecting that to be your answer.

"Since you already know the location by tracking him.. Let's go!" He said pulling your wrist to him as he put a cloth to your nose and mouth, drugging you. You passed out and fell on him as he chuckled.

"kekeke, works every time"

You woke up in an unfamiliar room, sitting up, dizziness caught up to you, your vision was very blurry, you looked around and there was Nikolai Gogol sitting beside you with an unfamiliar man.

"Maybe you added too much drugs onto the cloth.." A man with white and lilac hair could be seen uncomfortable and concerned.

"nah! I'm perfect at estimating! Keke" he replied. As you groaned in response, your vision finally became clear.

"See! She's awake already!"He exclaimed feeling proud.

"Are.. you okay.?" The other man asked feeling bad about your condition.

"Ugh.. Yeah.. I mean he could've used cholorform instead of Fluothane! tch!" You glared at Nikolai still feeling dizzy. He could only blink in response and chuckle while the other stood still.

"Let's start with introductions first shall we?!" He excitedly said.

"I'm Nikolai Gogol! My ability is Overcoat!" He exclaimed.

"I'm Sigma.. My ability is 'information exchange ability'.." help I don't know the exact name of his ability Sigma said looking away; as you observed him, he looked uncomfortable with Nikolai.

"I'm Dr. Y/n L/n, My ability is "Souls of the Damned". You said.

"I look forward to working with you Y/n-san!" Nikolai exclaims. Sigma could only nod at best.

Eventually, you met everyone of the Decay of Angels; including their leader, Kamui. Though you always tried to read everyone you met, you didn't try to read Nikolai; you didn't know why yourself but suddenly you felt reassured with him, Nikolai took noticed of that too.

You did experiments at your will and it all involved your ability so they gave you 'souls' or to be exact alive humans per your request. During your experiments Nikolai came for some unknown reason, during this time too..

"Hey~~ Dove~" He teased going down your lab stairs.

"Nikolai.? What are you doing here?" You were puzzled.

"I told you to call me Kolya! Hmph!" He pouted.

"...Fine.. Kolya" You murmured

"Finally!" He said jumping to you.

"Now what are you doing here?" You asked turning your head back to your experiments

"Well.. I was bored!" He exclaimed.

He took notice of the three bodies on the experiment table and asked:

"Hmm.? Why do you have three bodies here? Don't you usually do two?" He asked.

"I'm currently trying to bind their souls together then use the third body as a host" you explained putting your hands on the pockets of your blood stained lab coat.

"Well it's certainly bloody here!" He said looking around.

"May I watch?" He asked

"..." You still kept your cold poker face, you sighed and muttered a small "yes"

"Yay!" He celebrated and turned back to the side.

As the man strapped to the table awakens, he started struggling against his restraints and muffled screeches are heard from the other. This man was certainly interesting, his ability allows him to turn anyone to a 'vampire' immediately, that's why he has cloth on his mouth. The other 'patients' woke up and screams could be heard. You took the soul of the man on the side, it was an inhumane ability; one that grants immortality, he can't die. As you took his soul, his body slowly fades away turning into cold flesh. The man on the middle was a little calmer than the others, after all he did make a deal with Kamui. As you grabbed your knife you slowly made incisions as he groaned through the cloth. You took his soul as the man slowly became unconscious, your eyes widen at how pure his soul is. Taking both souls you binded them with the movement of your fingers. Crimson light covered the room as you laughed maniacally. In your hand was a soul, two pure and impure souls mixed together. The soul still has a core, it was crimson and in the middle was yellow; immortality and power. You succeeded, glancing at the body of the man, you caressed the soul, a sinister smile appearing on your lips. You controlled the soul at your will, as you slowly inserted it to the body of Bram Stroker.

With the insert of a soul to the unconscious body, he quickly awakens sitting up and groaned

"Hah! Finally!" You laughed forgetting the presence of Kolya.

The scene was watched by Nikolai until the very end. He was mesmerized by your beauty and craziness. Every flick of your finger, he felt his heart beating. Everytime you gave him attention and patience, you interest him. Every chuckle of yours, he wanted the be the reason of your chuckles and laugh. Everytime you smiled, he wanted that smile to be his and his only. He wanted you.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard your laugh. He smiled at the sight of you, bloody, messy hair and laughing maniacally. Now he noticed where you were looking, a man with pointy ears and crimson red eyes. For some reason Nikolai craved you your attention.

He walked closer to you, without you noticing. He applauded at you catching your attention. When you turned at him he was so close to you, your head facing his chest at how close he was. You turned your head up to make eye contact with him.

"Ah.. Kolya..." You murmured.

"Why hello Dove! I'm certain you forgot my presence since earlier!" He said with a playful facade.

"..." You looked away to the side. Without you noticing Nikolai shot Bram a cold glare in which he didn't notice.

"Anyways let's go! I have to make the experimentation records!" You said grabbing him by the hand, oh how excited you are. Your usual demeanor was replaced with happiness and excitement. His eyes widened at you holding his hand, you weren't looking at him so you couldn't see his blush. His attitude completely changed and kept his facade on.

"Then let's go to Kamui first! Keke!" He laughed and held your hand leading you to Kamui's office.

In reality, Nikolai didn't do that to see Kamui; he did that so he can hold your hand longer. After all, Kamui's office is very far from your lab. Minutes passed as you two walked together, hands intertwined, now you were Infront of Kamui's office, only when you were supposed so knock at the door did you notice you holding hands with Kolya. You took your hand away from his and cleared your throat to try and keep composure. You knocked on the door and entered not even looking at Kolya, you were too much of a blushing mess to look at him. You had a friendly conversation with Kamui, then as you told him about the experiment being a success, he's expression was full of sinister, not that you did mind.. As you lead him to the lab, you didn't see Nikolai perhaps he decided to annoy Sigma at the Sky Casino. The experimentation was a success, Kamui took in charge of Bram so luckily you didn't have to take care of a vampire. You did the records and most was fine. You had quite fun with Fyodor by playing chess and cards with him, he of course wins by a point or two much to his delight. He didn't find you as bothersome as back then in your first meeting. Sigma... was quite scared of your antics and you being a mad doctor but most of the time he finds you quite comfortable with.. in his eyes you are better than Nikolai, because you aren't THAT crazy like him; For Sigma you are the better choice than a masochist with God complex who calculates his every move. The DOA got used to you being company to them, and you got used to how weird each member is.

A few months passed since you joined the DOA and Nikolai became more flirtatious and he initiated physical contact a lot. You and him kept on friendly terms as he refused to accept the lingering feeling he has for you. Eventually you learned more about The Book. You didn't plan on using it or anything, you just planned on studying it and maybe making a few writings on the book if you can, it depends on the possibility of getting the Book. After learning that Sigma was from the book, you were absolutely... pissed.

"Fyodor.." You barged into his room with a glare.

"Y/n.. What brings you here without even knocking.?" He raised a brow shifting his attention from Nikolai to you.

"I need to talk to you. Privately. Five minutes at minimum" You looked at Nikolai as he pouted. Fyodor nodded at Nikolai and he sighed, standing up from the table, he left closing the door.

When he left Fyodor stood up and walked over to you. You clenched your hand and grinded your teeth. He stopped Infront of you and lifted your chin up with his hand. As he took the sight of you his was a little shocked. You always tried to keep composure, you never really shared when you're angry, you just had a cold face, yet now you were certainly angry trying to calm down.

"Now. tell me what's wrong милый?" He asked you coldly.

"Why didn't you tell me..?" You muttered.

"Hmm.?" He asked raising a brow.

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me about Sigma being from the book?!" You snapped clearly angry at him. After snapping at him Fyodor was certainly pissed yet kept quiet.

"Huh. You knew from the fucking start since you made me that offer a few months a ago.. Сволочь." You hissed. He suddenly grabbed you and pushes you to his desk.

"Ah! Fyodor?!" You exclaimed. Now your back was on his desk, he was on top of you holding your arms above your head. He placed his leg in between yours as his face started getting closer to yours.

"I really don't appreciate you screaming at me like that, Дорогой.." He said with a low tone.

"Besides.. You never asked did you.?" He whispered in your ear. You chuckled before swiftly switching positions with you now on top.

"Fyodor... How could I know.? After all you did not fullfil the terms of the contract did you?" You said to him leaning on his face.

"Or perhaps.. You're not a man of your word?" You seductively whispered leaning on his ear as he snapped. He pushed you away and pinned you to the wall.

"You really do know how to piss me off, don't you Милый?

"Ugh.!" You groaned as he tightened his grip on your wrists.

"Stop with the nicknames Fyodor, I'm not your 'love' or your 'darling'." You hissed. He leaned to your neck and chuckled.

"Whatever you say Моя любовь" He exhaled his warm breath hitting your neck.

"mmh.." you huffed.

"Stop resisting me Любовь.." As he leaned closer to your neck. He stopped and looked at you for a second. You were looking up at him, wrists red from his grip and his body leaning close to yours, for him your current state was a sight to behold, his favorite part was your glistening lips. As he leaned in, you turned your head to the side. He held your wrist together with his right arm, as his other arm made it's way to your chin grabbing it. He forces you to look at him and as he leaned to your face, the door barged open.

"Alright! Time's up!!" Nikolai halted when he finally saw the two of you. Fyodor let you go, as you stretched you arms; he grabbed you by the waist and whispered to you:

"We'll continue this later милый" He pulled away from you and gave you peck on your head.

"Whatever" you glared at him walking towards the door as Nikolai stood still and Fyodor smirked at you. The door closes and Nikolai was there facing the door.. speechless. His expression darkens and his fist clenched as you left.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

The Arcana HCs: M6 as unhinged childhood stories

~ all of these stories are from my childhood with two younger siblings. And yes, the most embarrassing ones here were me. Good luck guessing which >:3 - brainrot ~

- all instances are set when said children were still with their families. In Muriel's case that is unfortunately an alternate universe. The Devorak siblings have shorter stories because there is bonus content of both of them at the end -

Julian (eight years old, with three year old Portia)

He can't sleep

Which is when he has his first unfortunate thought: I'm as awake now as I am during the day. I get to play during the day. What's stopping me from playing now?

So he gets up and starts to quietly play with a toy or two

Which wakes Portia up

"Ilya, what are you doing?"

It's not her fault that he can't sleep. She doesn't need to suffer too

"Go back to sleep Pasha, since you're able to."

Portia doesn't like being left out. She gets up and dumps out every toy in the room so they can play together

Julian goes ahead and lights the lantern, because why not

He thinks they should prepare a nice surprise for when his parents wake up

"Pasha, let's make a circus for them!"

"Okay! I'll practice my running!"

Readers, be advised: neither of them had seen a circus before. It was briefly mentioned in one or two picture books

Julian remembers descriptions of confetti at parades. He decides to make his own out of his school notebooks. He doesn't need them anyway

He briefly pauses to fashion himself a cape from a blanket. He's the leader, because he's the oldest, and circus leaders have capes

Having cut ten full pages of paper into very small pieces, he wants to see what it looks like when they float down from the sky

This is the scene that their poor parents open the door to:

Pasha, feverishly running laps around the room, dodging scattered toys with Olympian dexterity, as Ilya poses grandly on a chair dragged to the center of the chaos, tossing tiny scraps of paper in the air with dramatic flourishes of his cape as he shrieks "Confetti! Confetti!" at the top of his little lungs

Asra: (2 1/2 years old)

Asra doesn't care for discomfort. They will do almost anything to avoid pain of any kind

He doesn't like pooping. He gets dehydrated easily because normal water isn't exciting enough to remember to drink, and the resulting constipation makes pooping unpleasant

Being a generally easy-going toddler, it's surprising how fixated they can get once they decide they will or won't do something

He has decided that he is not going to poop

They frequently get the urge to do so, which leads to them doing all sorts of funny hops and poses to try to keep it in

Aisha and Salim aren't fools. They know what's going on with their two-year-old

"Asra? Do you need the lavatory, my baby?"

Cue a very strained smile on a tiny face glowing with effort: "Nope! I'm just dancing. I just felt like dancing. I'm only dancing."

Eventually it becomes clear that he's not going to give in. Aisha and Salim make the mistake of assuming that it'll happen one way or another. They underestimate him

After a full twelve days passes with no success at convincing them to poop, they take them to the doctor with the concern that their baby couldn't poop now even if they wanted to

The doctor is very sympathetic

Unfortunately, he only has adult-strength laxatives available

The doctor tells Aisha and Salim to give Asra a quarter of the suggested dosage. They give him his first tiny spoonful and go home for an afternoon nap

Asra is no fool. They know there is something mysterious and powerful in the large bottle they only got an intriguing taste of

He's usually pretty docile and sleepy around nap time, but the thought of it is driving him to distraction, so he decides to investigate while his unsuspecting parents doze

When Aisha and Salim wake up an hour later, the tightly sealed bottle previously hidden in the back of the cabinet is in the middle of the table, open, on its side, and completely empty

Salim turns to Aisha and tells her, "this is about to be either the scariest, or the funniest afternoon of our lives."

Over the course of the next three and a half hours, Salim follows a frantically energetic, deeply confused, and extremely frustrated Asra around the house, cleaning up little pile after little pile

Aisha still doesn't know why neither of them thought of putting him back in diapers for that afternoon

Nadia: (2 1/2 years old)

She developed her fashion sense at a very young age

She would run through the halls of the Prakran royal residence, wearing one (1) article of clothing at a time, asking every older sister she encountered "Does this match?"

"Match what? You're not wearing anything else."

Cue a patronizing sigh: "But does it match?"

"... Yes?"

This would continue for the better part of the morning

She would change outfits a minimum of four times a day, usually closer to seven or eight:

One for breakfast. One for after breakfast. One for lunch. One for schoolwork. One for playtime. One for evening. One for dinner. One for after dinner. One for bedtime

Speaking of bedtime, Nadia wasn't particularly fond of lying quietly in the dark until she fell asleep. It was boring

Every night for months, this was her cue to roll out of bed, toddle over to the shelves and chest that held her clothes, and do some fashion planning for the day ahead

One by one she would unfold and lift out a piece of clothing, briefly scrutinizing it before declaring "this doesn't match" and throwing it over her shoulder without a second glance

Her sisters knew what she was doing - every night it would be five minutes of quiet before they'd hear her imperious little voice floating through the darkness:

"This doesn't match. This doesn't match. This doesn't match. This doesn't match. This doesn't match ..."

And every morning her maids would nearly tear their hair out with frustration at the prospect of collecting dozens of tiny clothes off of the floor, refolding, and organizing them back in their places

Bonus scene:

Nadia: *walks into the pantry*

Nazali: *caught with a piece of stolen cake halfway in their mouth*

Nadia: Did Baba say you could have cake?

Nazali: I'll give you some of mine if you promise not to tell

Nadia: Okay

Nazali: *hands her the bigger half of their stolen slice*

Nadia: *eats the whole thing in three seconds*

Nadia: *stares Nazali dead in the eyes*

Nadia, sprinting out of the pantry: BABAAA! NAZALI'S EATING CAKE AND THEY TOLD ME NOT TO TELL YOUUU!!!

Muriel: (seven years old)

He loves his parents. He wants to do something nice for them

He decides to make them breakfast in bed

He doesn't tell anyone about his plans

He wakes himself up two hours before his parents and heads into the kitchen

Has he cooked breakfast before? No, but he's seen his parents do it often enough to know the process

He has a menu planned: tea, oats, and eggs

He decides to make the tea first. He doesn't like how tea always burns his tongue when he drinks it. Grown-ups always make it too hot. So he plops two teabags in some mugs and adds some room temperature water. He leaves them to soak

He knows it can take a while for oats to cook. He takes several fistfuls and puts them in a small pot. He thinks there's supposed to be milk too, so he adds plenty of that. He puts it on the fire and moves on to the next stage

Omelets are his comfort zone. He's made them before with his parent's help. He knows how to crack and scramble the eggs and roll them around in the pan

However, he likes his omelets without anything in them. His parents like to add all kinds of things, like vegetables. And spices.

His logic is as follows: Grown-ups like unpleasant things in their omelets. Therefore, to make omelets they will like, he must find unpleasant things to put in them

He finds a forgotten hunk of very old, very dry, very sour, slightly moldy cheddar, and a jar of whole cloves

He can't find a grater

He breaks the chunk in half and drops one in the middle of each omelet

The omelets are yellow and perfectly cooked, with a rubbery disc of old melted cheese in the middle and dark spots of clove throughout. It smells even more unpleasant than he hoped. He's very proud

The oats have been boiling this whole time, but he never saw them thicken because he never stirred them. When the surface of the milk finally boils down to the oats at the bottom, he removes them from the heat

He drops the pot

He reflexively bops the falling pot like a volleyball, hitting it so quickly that it doesn't burn him, and watches in awe as it sails through the air and lands on the other side of the kitchen

When he goes to pick it up the oats haven't even budged

Muriel's parents wake up to a tray containing rock solid burnt oats, water with teabag essence, and clove and cheese omelets

He sits at the foot of their bed and watches them excitedly, never tearing his gaze away, until they both clear their plates of all their food

They politely decline his offer of seconds. He assumes it's because he already used up all the cheese

Portia: (three years old)

It's no secret that she likes anything sweet

Desserts, candy, pastries, you name it. If it has sugar, she loves it

Her older brother Ilya likes sweets too. She loves her older brother Ilya

Her older brother Ilya loves her too. Her older brother Ilya doesn't like sweets as much as he loves her. If she asks with a cute enough face, he'll give her his share most of the time

Which is why it is perfectly acceptable for her to go ahead and eat both portions whenever someone gives her something sweet and tells her that "this piece is for your brother."

Her parents begin to wonder why she's having sugar crashes so often

Her older brother Ilya is beginning to wonder why he never gets nice snacks any more

She does a good job of staying under the radar, eating her piece where the adults can see her and then using the moment she slips through a door or hallway to scarf down her brother's

She flies a little too close to the sun one day

Some nice merchant friends drop by, bearing a massive box of chocolate as a gift to the family, and make the mistake of leaving it out on the table

While they visit and chatter, she pulls the whole tray out of the box and leaves it closed on the table while she makes off with the goods

With his parent's blessing, Ilya goes to enjoy a piece after the friends leave and discovers the empty box

Portia does not respond when they call her name

Ilya does some amateur sleuthing by following the trail of chocolate wrappers through every corner of the boat

He finally finds Portia by staying very quiet in the hold, until he hears the rustling of a wrapper being opened behind a stack of crates

The stomachache she develops from half a pound of chocolate puts her off of sweets for a while

In her agony she confesses to stealing all of Ilya's desserts and he refuses to play with her for the rest of the afternoon

Lucio: (two years old)

Lucio likes attention. Lucio likes his mother's attention

Unfortunately, his mother spends most of the day busy, and he doesn't like the severity of his punishments when he does something bad enough to get her attention while she's busy

He waits until she's home in the evening to get her attention

One of the small ways Morga indulges him is by giving him a few minutes of time when she puts him to bed. She'll smooth the hair out of his eyes, press a peck to his forehead, and tuck him into his furs

Which is why he'll wait all of two minutes before getting back out of bed and slowly, impudently, walking to the side of the hall lit by the hearth fires

As soon as he's caught, he'll turn tail and make a mad dash for his bed, taking a flying leap onto the pallet and assuming the ostrich position with his head buried in the furs and his rump pointed at the ceiling

And every time, Morga will chase him back, give a few perfunctory swats to his bold little behind, and tuck him back in bed

Rinse and repeat

The other clansmen think it's hilarious. They'll take seats around the fire that give them a clear view of the darkened end of the hall, watching for a little blond head to come bobbling into the light

It becomes a game. As soon as he passes a certain piece of flooring, they'll yell out in chorus: "Montag's out of bed!" and the chase will begin

Until one evening, when the clansmen wonder what would happen if he was able to get farther than that piece of flooring

He makes it to the flooring. He pauses. He scoots a little further. Nothing happens.

He takes one more step, plants his feet, and with all the strength of his tiny lungs, he yells -

"MONTAG! OUTA! BEEDDD!!!"

It was shortly after this development that Morga only tucked him in once a night. After a few cranky days of keeping himself awake trying to get in trouble, Lucio gave it up

Devorak sibling's double trouble (AU in which the Old Testament exists and their parents teach it to them)

Ilya and Pasha's parents receive a letter from Tasya with the following story about her daughter Lishka:

Lishka's favorite stuffed animal is a sheep. Its name is Lambie

Lishka dreams of having a "real, live pet Lambie" to play with every day. Unfortunately, that's not in the cards for her

Some friends of theirs let them stay at their house while the ship is docked. To celebrate the get together, the family plans a feast for the last day of the visit

The traditional dish they wish to serve is roast mutton. As they do not have a refrigerator, they purchase a live sheep and keep it in their yard until the festivities

Lishka loves the sheep. She calls it her "real, live pet Lambie" and plays with it every day. She makes flower crowns for it. She gives it lots of hugs

Tasya and the hosts tell Lishka that "this lambie is just visiting for a bit, and then it's going home."

They schedule the butcher to come while Lishka's on an outing. They clean up all the evidence. They forget about the horns

Lishka comes back from playing in the yard, sobbing, a bloody horn in each hand as she tearfully informs her mother that "my real, live pet Lambie's gone!"

Tasya and the Devorak parents think it's darkly hilarious. Ilya and Pasha feel deeply for Lishka's loss

Over lunch, Ilya asks Pasha who she's going to marry when she grows up. Pasha responds with, "I'm going to marry you!"

Ilya says, "you can't do that. It's not allowed."

"Oh."

"So which of the sailors are you going to marry when you grow up?"

"I don't know." The three-ear-old looks down at her half-finished lunch and she shrugs. "All of them, I guess."

Ilya gasps and drops his fork. "You can't do that! That's commit adultery!"

Pasha freezes, eyes wide with horror. Ilya continues:

"And do you know what commit adultery means?"

Pasha slowly shakes her. Ilya thunders on, adopting the attitude of an angry preacher he saw in a town square once

"It means do adultery. And do you know, what do adultery means?"

Pasha shudders and shakes her head again, hanging on her brother's words like gospel

It is at this moment that their silently amused mother remembers that their father had told them an abridged version of David and Bathsheba's story that morning

Ilya takes a deep breath and continues his sermon like it's the world's worst horror story:

"Do adultery would be like if you had one real live pet Lambie, and you loved it like it was your own baby. And Do Adultery is like if someone came over, and Papa didn't want to feed them any of his own sheep, so he took your real live pet Lambie and he killed it and he fed it to the guests."

Silence. Ilya resumes his meal. Pasha stares blankly at the opposite wall, contemplating the mysteries of death. Their mother's shoulders shake with suppressed laughter

Finally, Pasha clears her throat and sweetly sings a funeral dirge for the dear departed Lambie, making a grave mispronounciation at the end:

"Lishka had a little lamb ... its feast was white as snow."

(A/N: the only proof I have that all of this really happened is that you can't make this kind of stuff up)

[sitp-recs]

15 fics with different takes on Harry

Nobody asked but here’s another self-indulgent reclist to celebrate Harry’s HBD week! I wonder how many people are open to seeing their fave under a new light? Some readers can be very picky when it comes to characterization, myself included; it can be scary but I also believe that new approaches can be exciting and thought-provoking, and help us understand the multiple layers underneath their personality, as well as imagine how different things could have been had they lived under different circumstances. I am all for having my perspectives challenged so I thought it would be cool to share some of the fics that made me go 🤯🫢 with their bold and captivating take on Harry. These include dark unhinged Harry, down & out Harry, pitiful Harry, himbo Harry and some other tropes that I’ve found particularly creative and refreshing. Each fic is unique in their own way so come pick your flavour of fanon Harry and enjoy!

The Language of Power by Lokifan (E, 2k)

Harry loves talking in Parseltongue to Draco during sex: his response is just delicious.

Magpie by @corvuscrowned (E, 4k)

Potter doesn't steal because he needs anything, Draco quickly learns. He doesn't do it because it makes him feel anything. It isn't about power, and it isn't about control. Potter just does it because he can.

The Antique Bed Frame by @lazywonderlvnd (E, 5.4k)

Draco “needs his bed fixed.” Harry offers to help.

Better Left Dead by calrissian18 (T, 6.6k)

A love story and a half.

World's Edge by RurouniHime (E, 15k)

In the harshest environment on earth, Harry finds that escaping is harder than simply running.

Violent Delights by primaveracerezos (E, 20k)

Draco Malfoy's life should be going very well. He's engaged to a wonderful man and in line for the Head Auror job. He's been made lead investigator on a serial murder case, trying to figure out who is killing off the scum of the wizarding world, one by one.

A Year in Training by Omi_Ohmy (M, 25k)

Harry is finally living his dream and training as an Auror, but nothing seems to be going right: he’s just so angry all the time. And Draco Malfoy’s presence on the programme really isn’t helping with that, either.

Fearful Trill by @vukovich (E, 29k)

Harry should have come out and met someone when he was younger. He should have seen a doctor about the pain in his hip while youth was still on his side. Now, he's made his peace with dying young, but maybe not with dying alone.

He Who Must Not Be Normal by lettered (E, 41k)

Potter has fame and fortune and posh clothes and all he wants is a simple life. Draco has a flat and a cat and a steady job and all he wants is a complicated life. Which makes you think this story has something exciting like body-swapping, but it doesn’t.

REVOLVEVLOVER by firethesound, zeitgeistic (E, 46k)

The work Harry does is justifiable. It’s justice. He works for his country, and his country is a republic—the magical side, anyway. It’s not laudable work, it’s not work he’s proud of, but it’s necessary work. Harry has always taken the necessary jobs that no one else has the stomach for.

Chocolate and Pastry by agentmoppet, anemonen (E, 50k)

When Pansy bets Draco that there is no chance he and Harry could carry out a genuine romantic relationship, he and Harry form a plan. But as their fake relationship progresses, Draco sees a side of Harry he never expected.

Harry Potter Gives a Shit by talithan (E, 58k)

“Where are you headed?” “No place special,” Draco fumbled, and flushed further. But then: “I can change that,” said Harry Potter.

Absolution by sunnyeclipses (E, 63k)

At the mercy of his failing marriage, Harry only meant to use the potion once — to get Draco to listen. It’s not his fault that it works so well and that Draco’s just so easy to control.

Balance, Imperfect by @bixgirl1 (E, 91k)

When Harry sustains an injury in the line of work, he no longer knows how to navigate the life he loved, and finds help and solace from the most unexpected source.

A Sword Laid Aside by @korlaena (E, 128k)

When Draco’s cover is blown during a deep undercover operation and the Ministry is compromised, Ron takes Draco to the only safe place he can think of—Potter. Hiding out with a taciturn Harry Potter, who has been missing from the Wizarding World for almost two decades after a shocking fall from grace, is nothing like Draco thought it would be.

[whumpitisthen]

hello i am here to ask about your oc grim. i am not zi

Hello not zi i am so excited to introduce you to my rat bastard!

Grim is literally the Grim Reaper. Like actually. He is also a vampire! A very dramatic, thespian, sadistic, scary individual. He likes going on murder sprees. He likes causing problems on purpose and annoying people, as he finds joy in being virtually untouchable by most others on the account of being a deity. He especially likes bothering people who are also powerful and like bullying the weak, but who are not quite powerful enough to talk back and banter with someone who can kill them in a second with the single touch of a finger. Oh yeah, he can kill by merely touching someone, he just enjoys carnage a lot more! It's more challenging and fun to go up one against a thousand, and way more traumatising for those who witness his slaughter in person (Auden. Auden is forever scarred). He does occasionally perform the Kiss of Death i guess, as he is a romantic and simply can't help being slimy and gross about it. A gentle death, all things considered, to die from a kiss

As for appearance, i have been working on a drawing of him, but the issue is that ive worked on it for so long that every time i look at it i hate it more, so its just in perpetual limbo forever. BUT, until i finally post it, i can just describe him!

He has very long silver, near white hair he keeps in a messy ponytail that starts off decent, but gets worse as the day goes on bc hes feral and rabid. He is in all long, flowy black clothing, as he has to stay on theme. Usually a long coat and tall boots, as that is his 'work' outfit (i.e. the stuff he wears to do war and murder and death and crimes) as well as a mask resembling some kind of an Animal's skull. I haven't actually chosen what kind of animal (or maybe i have? I think i landed on a canine skull) but i do actually have some sketches of actual animal skulls i made for ideas that i can show :3

I also thought about having it be like a plague doctor type deal with a bird skull instead but i already have The Doctor (another bastard character of mine), and if anyone, they should have the honor of wearing a mask like that

He also of course has a big heavy scythe, and black tendrils of smoky magic surrounding him when hes extra rabid, which cloaks him and makes him look like the cursed shadow of a dead animal, possibly a hyena if you take into account his unhinged cackling. Only when hes in the mood for killing murder and homicide, otherwise hes mostly shadow magic free

He wears a lot of silver jewellery, which does in fact burn him as he is quite the unholy creature of night; he just doesn't care. If asked about it, hell say its cause he likes how silver looks. (spoiler: the real reason is that he is Absolutely a masochist but you didn't hear that from me, that chapter is still in the works o_o) He has one hand thats just completely charcoal black, and he has black markings running across the skin of his entire body up to his chin, and there are two reasons for that:

When he became the embodiment of death the black magic possessing him cursed/burned him and now he just Looks Like That

I find tattoos incredibly hot, especially covering the neck. Very attractive

Hes also like. A tall guy. For a human hes big lanky tall, like 2 metres (thats around 6'6 apparently) however hes also usually in Hell, and demons can grow to all kinds of insane heights, be it rly tiny or hugely massive. Despite that, even demons triple his height built like a tank and weighing about as much find him to be incredibly unnerving, and instinctually become wary and careful around him. He has that effect on people he's in one room with; some kind of magical aura that causes even the wildest forest around him to become deathly silent upon his arrival. but he's also just kinda. Infamous. Like its hard to find someone who doesn't know who he is, its like trying to find someone in europe or the us whos never heard of jesus or god before. You could maybe find a few people like that, but its very unlikely. So not many walk up to him ready to obliterate him, however much they may want to. He likes looking down on people as much as he likes looking up at massive shit brick houses trying their damnedest to stare him down and assert dominance, not really succeeding. He prides himself on being the most menacing thing around, and not only regarded with fear by the weakest, but also awakening rare terror inside the hearts of the strongest, who aren't used to being on the recieving end of Anything bad. He almost finds it more fun than dunking on those that are already at the bottom of the food chain.

Hes also just a silly goofy guy :) just a silly smiley guy :) its probably why so many interpretations of the grim reaper have a human skull for a head :) its cause hes so silly and so smiley :)

Not Even God Will Be Able To Save You If You Manage To Truly Ruin His Mood :)

And as a last little fun fact, he has a tendency to just. Show Up. Just spawn next to you. Behind you. You could blink and congratulations, suddenly hes in your face and youve died from a heart attack. He just kinda appears, and then hes there. Like imagine youre a big scary demon lord, in a massive mansion, locked behind many walls and doors, guards patrolling every corner, feared by many. you walk into your very safe bedroom, ready to relax. And hes just. there. No one saw him enter. No one will notice when he leaves. Hes just laying on your couch like an asshole, reading your diary. What do you even do about this

You can read about him in Auden's story! He is one of Auden's whumpers! He's gonna be in the forefront in the newest chapter im writing (as well as another surprise mystery guest that will finally be introduced 👀) so be ready for that releasing any time between tomorrow and two weeks from now :-)

[shycolorstudent]

Juuzou x Ghoul reader

I don’t like madly in love tropes where the couple will throw away their beliefs for each other. However, Juuzou is unhinged, and I think someone who is like matches. Let me know if I should go a different route or enjoy this. Also, sorry for the long Y/n back story; I got carried away :)

Ok, I never intended to fall in love with Juuzou Suzuya. I’m ghoul well half, and he’s a 

CCG agent. Let me give you a quick back story. My name is Y/n Arima… well, it was. I’m a sibling of Kishou Armia, a product of the Sunlight garden. My whole purpose is to be a weapon; however, my brother had one condition in the garden wanted to use his DNA, and that was to give me a normal life well as much as they could give me; my parents are a doctor from the garden, and a school teacher who couldn’t conceive a child and I was their next best option. Kishou couldn't live with me since mother didn’t want to be reminded of what I was.

I swear she loves me, but it pains her to know my fate when I turn 18. My life was great. I went to school, had friends, my parents loved me, and I could see my big brother every weekend. Yeah, I had everything, an almost perfect life, until big madam caught a whiff of me that I looked like a doll and behaved like one. I was kidnapped right before my 6th birthday Kishou from what I remember, planned a party. He was always happy with me. My life as a scrapper was hell. I was tortured to the point I couldn’t feel pain, and parts of my hair turned white. It’s the same as Juuzou. He can’t feel pain, but his hair is white as snow thats because he would protect me by jumping on top to take in the hits from Big madam. She couldn’t manipulate me like she did Juuzou, or should I say Rei, thats what he was called at the time. I also went by another name, but it’s dead to me.

To make a long story short, there was a CCG bust in the scrapper ring Juuzou, and I tried to escape. We held each other's hands tight, but with all the commotion, we got separated. A DOVE did recognize me and wanted to take me by force, but Juuzou took it as a threat, and he became restrained. His last words to me that night were, “Run! Escape for the bolth of us. Don’t you dare come back from me! I’ll find you, I swear!” So I ran to Big Madam, thinking she would help me save him; however, she scoffed and grabbed me, but I fought back with only pure and utter rage Juuzou worshipped her, and yet she was willing to leave him. I unleashed my kagune for the first time and sliced her arm.

I was horrified and ended up on the run having DOVES and Ghouls on the hunt for me until I bumped into Yomo; I was starving and scared. From then on, I’ve called Anreiku home on the run from my brother, in a relationship with a DOVE, and trying to find a place as a half-breed, as Touka calls it. Kaneki stood up excited with a ton of questions. Yoshimura told me to be open with Kaneki since we were the only two who could understand one another. “Wait, wait, your brother is the White reaper? Why are you on the run? You can be leading a safe life.” He said with much confusion. I took a deep breath and spoke, “He is, but years have passed, and I have one more year before I turn 18. I will be killing my friends and my family. I would rather be in danger than hurt my family. He will one day find me and take me back. Until then, I’m free.” He tilted his head, thinking of any other questions. “Free? Wait! You're with a DOVE? How is that allowed?” I dreaded this question coming up.

I get enough crap from Touka. “I gave him an address three wards away. He found me one day walking to school, and Yoshimura knew no matter what, it was a lose-lose situation. I love him, and I’ll do anything for him. Call it Stockholm syndrome, but I’ll leave Anteiku if he calls for it. But if I leave Anteiku right now, then they're screwed.” I sighed, and Kaneki spoke, “How so? Your just a kid like Touka and I.” I smiled, and before I could talk, Touka spoke up. “She went crazy from the age of 6, and she was taught how to kill. She's a grade or two higher than me. Scrappers know how to kill humans and Ghouls. Before shit hits the fan, she is set in,” Touka said with her arms crossed. Touka and I are close, but it wasn’t always like that. The main thing we still fight about is my leaving one day and being with Juuzou. “Oh, is that why she and Yomo leave a lot together?” Kaneki asked. “Yup, I’ve been helping with disrupting territories. It’s boring when there was no action last time and no one argued. They took one look at me and yielded.” His jaw was on the ground before today. He thought I was a more excellent version of Touka, but he’s slowly seeing my scrapper side. “So, who here for me?” I asked Touka, “No one; I just popped in to listen to God.” She walked off, and I had to explain. “Now, where we differ, Kaneki, is I can eat human food and ghoul food. That is depending on what I do. If I use my kagune, I need to eat flesh, but if I don’t, then I’m normal, but during the whole month, I use my kagune. Before, when I was in denial, all I had was human food. Not once did I dare use my kagune, which made Touka jealous. It wasn’t until last year was when we became close.” He understood, and I could tell he wished that was him being able to have my drawbacks *ding ding* it was my watch. “Well, times up. If you need anything, let me know. I have a date to go to.” 

I waited by the train station for Juuzou. Lucky for me, he respects my wishes of not wanting to see my brother. DOVES are supposed to report me if I’m seen, and Shinohara hasn’t made the connection yet, but it’s coming. I wonder how Juuzou would react if I told him I’m a ghoul. He might kill me. It’s his job, and he’s more violent than me. Even if I’m ordered to kill him, I won’t. I would expect my fate and let him kill me. I could smell him. He’s close. His scent is so good that many ghouls would want to eat him. I felt his hands cover my eyes, and he spoke sweetly, "Guess who?” He laughed and laughed back as I turned around to embrace him. Even though I’m stronger, I feel utterly safe with him. “How was school?” He asked me as he patted my head.

“It was good. I’m stressed about exams, but I’ll pull through. How's work?” This is often double-edged. I’m genuinely curious about his day at work; however, to get Touka and Yomo off my case, I provided information that I’m told. That has been a lot of help. “Same old same old. Sometimes you lived with me and not in the 17th ward. It’s going into the red.” He sighed. “Just say the word, and I’ll run away with you.” I smiled up at him he smiled back. “Soon, I promise. I just want to get rid of all these guys that watch over me. Now, to the Zoo!” 

-Some headcanons-

-He knows that she's a ghoul. He’s not dumb. She passes off as human, but he knows.

-He found comfort in the Zoo, so he took Y/n to the zoo so she could feel safe.

-He's very clingy and wants to run away already; however, he knows the consequences, and he doesn’t want to risk being separated again. 

-I didn't know what dating was until Shinohara explained it to him, and he thought you two had been dating the whole time you were scrappers.

-His love language is physical touch. You must be touching via a hug, hand-holding, or even holding pinkies when you are together. 

-Does PDA unless you tell him to stop.

-He’s very overprotective 

-Hopes that one day Ghouls and humans can be together 

-Like to kiss your hand. He thinks it’s more intimate that way.

-He acts like a child, and you love it. It reminds you to let loose a little.

-Your more cold and hes childish but it’s a perfect balance.

[carolinetano7567]

Homeward Bound (Pt. 1) Female Jedi General x Fives

Word count: 1,173

Warnings: None.

“Now, y/n…I’ve gotta caution you.” Rex quietly began, readying his blaster. “We don’t know that Fives is in there.” You shut your eyes, and exhaled in a rough attempt to calm your shaking nerves. For years, even long after the report came out that Fives was dead, you could not bring yourself to believe it. You had tried to find whatever evidence you could to lead you to him, but that all halted when Order 66 came to pass. Hardly escaping with your life, you fled Coruscant…only to return upon finding Rex. Upon doing such, you realized that maybe Rex shared your speculation. He did, but knew not where to start searching. After Echo joined Rex’s cause, the three of you were able to compile enough information to get a potential location where Fives was being held and experimented on. Now you were here, after years of longing and waiting on Mount Tantiss. Anxiety, fear, and excitement coursed through your veins along with adrenaline from a recent storm trooper encounter. There was a metal door between you, and a massive lab that belonged to Doctor Hemlock, and Echo strained to try and get it open. 

“Almost…” he muttered. You unhooked your lightsaber from your side and ignited it, the blade’s familiar blue glow settling your spirit. “Got it!” Echo cried as he leapt up.

The door slid open, and what you saw made your stomach turn. It was as if an Kaminoan facility had been entirely corrupted by all things black, and gruesome. There were Bacta Tanks, all manner of needles and surgical equipment, tubes full of questionable substance, and a dim white light that gave the room a small bit of humanity. Scanning it carefully, a shiver runs down your spine causing goosebumps to prickle your skin. 

“Rex…” you breathe as you see a table at the far end of the room. There is a still figure tied down to it, and Rex’s breath hitches. Echo takes a swift step in front of you both, his eyes wild, and alight with raging feelings and memories. 

“It’s him…” Echo near sobs. Before you can say another word, Echo dashes as fast as his legs can carry him to the table, with you and Rex on his heels. 

“Fives,” Echo mutters, leaning over the table. Your eyes fill with tears. Alive…alive after all these years. The lines in his face had grown ever deeper, and dark circles loomed under his eyes which were shut in a slack expression. 

“Fives.” Echo’s voice shakes. He rapidly begins undoing the bonds that have Fives bound to the table. “Fives—I’m here.” He lays his hand on his brother’s shoulder, and gives it a gentle shake. Fives stirs, and your hands fly to your mouth to muffle a sob. Rex squeezes your shoulder comfortingly. 

“Go kriff yourself, Hemlock,” Fives’s words are slurred, but deadly. “I know you’re here.” 

“No, Fives. Fives, it’s me! It’s Echo.” Echo’s eyes are full of bright tears as he looks down at his long lost brother. Fives sluggishly opens his eyes, and a look of shock contorts his face. He looks like he hasn’t slept in months. He heaves, and grasps Echo’s arm as his whole body started trembling. 

“No…no, it’s not true. The chemicals are making me insane.” Fives’s hand digs desperately into Echo’s arm. A heartbroken, sorrowful look of melancholy drowned away that of doubt. “Alive.” Fives heaves. “What—what did they do to you, Echo?” His voice breaks as tears run like rivers down his thin face. Echo leans down, and gathers Fives to himself, elevating his torso off of his metal resting place. Fives’s arms wrap around Echo’s neck, and back, clawing desperately as if he were about to die. “You’re alive….” Fives wept bitterly into Echo’s shoulder. Echo’s entire body shook violently in a sob, and he nodded. Fives was complete unhinged. 

Suddenly, Rex’s blaster clatters to the ground. You look up at him through tear blurred eyes, and see his cheeks are wet. 

“Fives,” He whispers, and his lower lip trembles. He takes an unsteady step forward, and has to stabilize himself against the side of the table. “C-Captain Rex?” Fives chokes. He reaches out a quivering hand towards the Captain, and Rex receives it in his before encircling both Echo, and Fives in his arms. “You’re safe now, brother.” Rex’s voice is quiet. “We’ve got you.” They stay enclosed in each other’s embrace for a long while before pulling away and looking at each other. “You…came for me…” Fives grins through his tears, looking from Rex to Echo. “Of course we did.” Rex whispers, his voice hoarse. “And we brought someone who we wouldn’t be here without.” Echo gave a wry smile. Fives’s eyes widen. “Do you mean…?” He turns his head, slowly but steadily, to your direction. Your chest heaves, and your shoulders shake with the weight of your weeping when his shocked eyes meet yours. “Help me up.” He demands. Echo, and Rex do not hesitate, but hoist their brother up onto his own two legs. “How long since you’ve walked…” Echo’s voice was stale. Fives gives a bitter chuckle. “Too long.” He nods. He knits his brow and gazes at you. “Far…too long.” Rex and Echo back away leaving you staring at the man you loved, and lost. The man you never lost faith in…and now had found. 

“Y/n…” He utters in a voice barely above a whisper. “Fives!” You sob as your voice breaks. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you rush into him, entrapping yourself in his embrace. He runs his fingers through your hair he so often recalled. He feels your gentle hands wiping his tears…a touch he had longed for when the nights were dark and cold. As he grips you tighter, it seems if he let go he would lose you forever. “Fives, I tried to come sooner, I promise I tried—” You choke. You burry your head in his chest, and feel every rise, and fall of his breath. You can hear his pounding heart which overwhelms your senses, a sweet reassurance that he’s flesh and blood; alive before your very eyes. “I know, baby, I know.” He soothes, his voice dripping with relief. “Hemlock told me about…about the Order. I thought you’d been killed.” He whispers, holding you tighter. He plants a kiss on the crown of your head, and you rub the back of his neck with your hand. “How did you find me?” He breathes. You pull away and press your hands to his chest. “We just didn’t stop looking.” You smile up at him. He cups the side of your face, and gently rubs along your cheek-bone with his thumb. “Thank the Maker that you didn’t. I thought I was done for pretty soon here.” He shook his head, still in gleeful disbelief. “You’re coming home, Fives.” You beam, resting in his arms once again. “How does a place called Pabu sound?” 

[analogwriting]

tumblr is NOT letting me comment on your new post so i have to put my thoughts here. or my brain will explode probably

FIRST cora is SO adorable. hes all clumsy and hes got a little crushh on the pretty doctor he keeps running into😏😏 loving the horrible awful super awkward interactions between them<3 its giving me life bc thats just so real. cora is me when i was in middle school fr. loving that dynamic it makes me cringe so hard in the best way. cant wait for him to find out y/n saved his son... mmm gonna be either super wholesome or super awkward. either way ill love it

SECOND crocodile??? daddy dilf??? hes so rude and pretentious i want to [redacted]. anyways!! very excited to see how that plot line plays out. hoping for action!!! and adventure!!! and so much angst!!! oh god im so excited for the angst!!!

THIRD dont think i didn't see that little sentence about the devilish gleam in Laws eyes! matchmaker Law?!? he knows?!? i would love him for it. his daddyyyy gottaaa crushhh on Laws boss and Law knowss itttt. very exciting stuff. hoping and praying for another heartfelt moment between y/n and Law. bc i love him.

okay!! thats all my thoughts! love commenting on ur works and idk why!! i get nervous to comment on posts a lot but not you!! loving it. lovingn YOU. very excited to see what your brain comes up with next 😏🫶🤞🫣😼

first of all, homophobic of tumblr. second, YESSS BRING IT 😈

bro i be cringing when I write it. he's just cringefail wife and i love him for it frfr ✋ (but if you think about it, doctor technically has TWO secrets from him. which one will he find out first?? 🤨🤨🤨)

EHEHEHEH i actually didn't originally plan for croc but he kinda just butted his way into things as he does sooo ✋😈 im also curious to see how it'll play out bc we already running off the rails of my poor outline that didn't live to one chapter honestly. (rest in peace)

EHEEHHEEHHE 😈😈😈 idk what sentence you're talking about whaaaat *bats eyelashes*

I love getting your comments!! they always make me grin like an idiot frfr. I can feel the unhinged excitement. I'm glad you can feel comfy commenting tho bc I love it!!

this is an actual candid photo of me reading comments n shit frfr

[th-rdimpact]

i'm watching a craaaaazy lot of movies about sewer slide and kinda g°ry stuff in general and it's making me hella triggered lmaooooooooooooo

long ass review and rant about some movies i watched recently (as if i don't already have a letterboxd for this) anyways, strong themes mentioned beware

anyways su1c1de club isn't good? i was kinda hyped on learning Sion Sono style, sampling two movies (Tag, 2015, and this one) and hhhhhh, i mean it's a 2001 movie... his style definetly got more defined over the years i guess. maybe i'll try another one of his, this one just really wasn't it.

but As The Gods Will and Ichi The Killer are so consistent even being like 14 years apart? I wanted to hit up some Takashi Miike stuff after seeing he'll be adapting Onimusha and omg I'm kinda excited! I didn't think Kamisama no Iutoori really works as a movie, but I really liked the direction and nonlinear storytelling. and is hilarious as when I was talking about it with my boyfriend we found out the author also made Blue Lock (he hated the concept of the movie/manga and loves BL he was devastated). And Ichi the Killer? Holy shit, I love movies with extremely unhinged men like fr fr ughhhh. I loved Karen tho I was so sad when Ichi went ballistic on her.. And man Kakihara dresses SO FUCKING WELL, I was extremely delighted to find out the actor is Lord Raiden in the most recent MK movies ughhhh he's so fine.. and well back to his direction, I even commented with my bf he'd make a great Re:Zero adaptation if he'd like. Like the nonlinear stuff just pairs so well with the way he presents a story, like showing the present, then the past, then a glimpse on an earlier moment of the present, then another shot on another POV altogether like !??!?!?! imagine being in a direction contest and your opponent is the man who made Yakuza, Jojo, Ace Attorney, even fucking Dead or Alive live actions, like just you get to this level?? anyways watching movies is really a blessing i thank all the Gods for this possibility I love it so much omfggg1!?!?!?

is like so good to outgrow small and obnoxious characteristics of yourself, like when I was smaller I never went to the movies (my parents just weren't interested because we def could afford), I used to haaate live action movies they just weren't as fun as animations and ugh how could I have kept myself locked from gems like this for so long? Like this literally started to change a few 2/3 years ago???? likeee aaaah!??!!??!

and as an ending note it's like suuuper hypocritical I complained to my bf about the murd3r and r4p& scene on Suicide Club because there's an almost identical scene in A Clockwork Orange, even forgive me the wording, is really one of the most iconic scenes from the movie. I also couldn't stop thinking about Genesis by Eden everytime the damn character was on screen it was super annoying.

if anyone read up til here (lmao) watch Guinea Pig 4 Devil Woman Doctor, is just a couple of very funny skits of the Doctor (portrayed by actor Shinnosuke Ikehata/Peter, who stars as Eddie in The Funeral Parade of Roses (1969)!!) "treating" her patients with very unnsual illnesses, such as a talking stomach, a tattoo that doesn't stand still, and so on! It's like super funny and you can see everyone there has their share of fun, as the movie ends with everyone literally laughing their asses off. You can watch it on youtube w/ eng subs. and obv, you don't need to watch any previous Guinea Pig movies, they are even too much for me for what I've heard of it, at least for now.

[kosherdragondev]

Okay, so first things first, since we're mutuals but haven't actually talked at all: Hi Dev, I'm Dande, you seem cool, nice to meet you!

And now, second things second: Since you reblogged that post about being okay with random asks, I can't resist. Are you comfortable sharing more about the story of how you met your husband?

(No pressure at all; if it's too personal a question, please feel free to decline/disregard this ask. I am just so intrigued as to how in the world Reddit stalking becomes marriage 😂)

Hi! Nice to meet you too!

It started in 2021. I was spending too much time on Reddit instead of studying for class. The sub I frequented most was r/judaism, and I started to recognize the usernames of frequent posters. Sometimes I'd look through their profiles if I was curious.

In February, I became a little hyperfixated with one Redditor. His hashkafa seemed similar to mine, and his posts revealed a fascinating personal history: his years in the army, work in abortion access, religious journey, and activism. I didn't know his name, so I called him the antifa cowboy. When I got into arguments with my parents, I'd tell them I was going to marry the guy from Reddit and move to Texas.

At the time, I was a lurker. I didn't have a Reddit account. When I realized I was genuinely interested in him, I decided that I had two options.

I could make an account and message him to express my interest

I could spend hours looking through his nine years of posting history trying to find clues that would help me find his identity. Then I could get a shadchan to set us up.

I chose option 2 and neglected my studies horribly. I'd spend hours a day searching through his post history looking for clues and searching the websites of graduate programs in history trying to identify which student was him.

Once I found out which school he was in (it was his flair on a local subreddit), I checked the facebook page of their history program. I knew he passed his oral exams and became a doctoral candidate in the fall, so I scrolled through the page to see the congratulations for students. I found a post that matched the date of his reddit comment about it, and it was congratulating two students for passing their oral exams. One was a woman, and the other one was antifa cowboy. But now I had a name!

I looked at his profile on the department website, and his was the only one to mention Jewish topics in research. So I had confirmation.

(I'm aware of how unhinged and concerning this sounds)

I remember that exact date. It was March 23, 2021. I was flying to Florida for Pesach that day. There's a WhatsApp message on my phone of me telling my friend about my stalkery achievement and being extremely excited.

The next morning, I told my aunt that I found out Texas Reddit Guy's name, and that I saw on his Facebook that he was Obi Wan for Purim one year and the eleventh Doctor for another, and that I saw on his IG that he cooked a lot and made homemade pasta from scratch.

My aunt told my mother (without my permission), who of course immediately started imagining him as her future son-in-law.

Meanwhile, I realized I had a problem. What I had done was weird and kind of creepy and off putting. If I ever started a relationship with antifa cowboy, I couldn't lie about my reddit stalking. All my family and friends knew about it because I talk too much. So I couldn't lie, and the truth was very off putting.

I didn't have the option of doing nothing and trying to move on from the crush because I knew from past experience that I could hyperfixate for years on a person who didn't know I existed and waste so much time in limbo without making any progress with dating. When I'm fixated, I can't even consider other options. It doesn't work.

The whole dilemma of what I was going to do about the situation kept my frozen for about a month and a half.

This is getting very long, so I'm gonna have to do a part two.

[heimeldat]

I slept on things and solidified a few more thoughts about Power of the Doctor.

1. The space train inciting incident served no real purpose. The swirly energy thing pretending to be a kid could just as easily have been a random power source. Why didn’t the Master just use geothermal energy from the core of his cyber-planet-deathstar-thing? He already had his TARDIS linked to the planet’s core anyway. I wish they’d left out that bit to make room for a few more character moments.

2. The Daleks served no real purpose. Actually the whole volcano plan was pointless; the Master already had another earth-destroying plan with the Cybermen, and adding in the Daleks only made things more complex for no reason. Besides, why would the Daleks work with him? He controls the Cybermen, so that makes sense, but he and the Daleks hate each other! They should have left out the Daleks and focused on the Master and Cybermen plot.

3. Killing seismologists and defacing paintings and pretending to be Rasputin were absolutely pointless but I don’t care at all. It added nothing at all to the plot but it was so eye-rollingly hilariously typical of the Master. Of course he added random convoluted pointless elements to his plan just to mess with the Doctor and stroke his own ego. Cheers, Rasputin. Also how the heck did he manage to be so sexy in this episode? I haven’t been attracted to the Master since Delgado left, but the soft dangerous hypnotic voice got me.

4. Why did Vinder show up? He just kind of arrived, got in trouble, and left. The only actual contribution he made was shooting the Master, and Yaz could have done that. That could have actually been a really interesting moment for her, if the Master taunted that she would never shoot him, and then she’s just like “oh, yeah?” and does it.

5. Where the heck did Graham come from? It’s seriously bothering me, he just randomly showed up underneath a volcano. How did he get there? How did he even know to go there? I did like his chemistry with Ace, though. Just...you could have dropped one line telling us where he came from.

6. I still don’t know how I feel about the dance number. It was so stupid and so funny. I think my uncertainty comes from the fact that the Master felt a little more old-school crazy-but-controlled in this episode, but the nutty dancing is very unhinged new-Who of him. It felt a little jarring. But definitely funny nonetheless.

7. Ace and Tegan and Five and Six and Seven and EIGHT! My squealing excitement has not diminished. Especially since they didn’t feel like gratuitous cameos, they actually felt vital to the plot (such as it was) and gave us some really good character moments.

8. I’ve decided I’m fine with the becoming-the-Doctor thing. The idea of using a forced-regeneration machine to do it is still a bit odd, but whatever, the Master’s always been good at misusing Gallifreyan tech. I’ve just decided not to think of it as a regeneration, just a body-theft.

9. I’m not sure if I should be disappointed by Yaz’s departure. It felt abrupt and unexplained (why did she have to leave just because the Doctor is regenerating?) but I also really liked their final moments together. I’ve never been interested in thasmin, so I’m grateful they didn’t go for a last-minute kiss or anything like that, but I enjoyed the gentleness and bittersweetness of their farewell. Just...explain why she left?

10. The regeneration scene was beautiful. Her final words were perfectly her.

11. I wanted Fourteen. I am intrigued by whatever they’re planning with 10.4 or whatever we’re calling him, and it definitely seemed like something weird was going on with the whole regenerating-clothing bit, so I’m looking forward to seeing what they have planned. But Ncuti. Where’s his pretty new face? It made the last few seconds rather disappointing.

12. Overall I still love the episode after taking some time to think over it, but the plot definitely makes a LOT less sense than it seemed to in the moment. And I don’t care one bit, because it was fun, and when has Doctor Who ever made sense anyway?

[bulkhummus]

WTNV 203 React!! (Spoilers1) 

1. INTERN KAREEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2. crazy conspiracies........ omg omg perhaps some insight to Night Vale ?? omg the moon isn’t real omg... kareems parents omg

3. SMALL TOWN IN THE DESERT OMG CARLOS CARLOS CARLOS THAT IS 100% DYLANS VOICE omg omg and they named DOUG lmao i think they’re just gonna all reuse the actors voices that’s so exciting WAIT BUT IM HAVING THEORIES NOW-- “you don’t need a pHD TO be a SCIENTIST” GOD IM?????? “WE’VE ALL BE SCIENTISTS AT ONE POINT OR ANOTHER” thats a direcT CECIL QUOTE 

4. do YOU BELIVE IN DOUBLES OMG -- oooh this is a little spooky ooh i like that

5. i’ve said it for ages but what if night vale is just a town full of doubles??? it really could be at this point

6. “ILL LET YOU KNOW IN A MINUTE IF I SHARE THAT SENTIMENT” LMAO

7. ‘how i got out of night vale????’ omg omg a DOOR a DOOR omg itS KAREEM OMG i didn’t even realize it was his voice 

8. “did bernie sanders run for president” ksdkfllkvavfgj omg i guess outside world news doesn’t reach night vale?? sometimes 

9. Kareem baby I am so worried aw man im loving this idea of Night Vale swallowing people up and maybe spitting them back out. I’m so curious about the ‘real world’ ramifications of night vale existing. i also love that its treated like this big stupid conspiracy. god i LOVE when they do lore episodes like this and throw everything in perspective its so JUICY -- also the weather is real nice! exciting that they opened submissions back up 

10. oh no why can’t she pronounce Michigan im p sure thats dana voice? it’d make sense if it was but i can’t tell

11. they’re going back to night vale holy SHIT god the radio degradation as he goes through the door back to night vale is.. SO GOOD .... im so curious if the next episode is gonna be Cecil casually mentioning that Kareems parents are visiting eeee 

(also people not being able to pronounce michigan in night vale is SUCH a funny bit lmao)

IN CONCLUSION: I’m frothing at the mouth. You know how OBSESSED I am when they do outside POV episodes like this that put things into perspective. It’s so. So. So good. I really like the idea that people can travel to Night Vale but once they do, they get kind of stuck there. Like fly paper. Like I think you can arrive on your own accord, and then you get stuck there. 

Also I guess because of the reality splits occurring in Night Vale it’s like the Hub for doubles to be created. 

Also I’m so curious if Carlos is a real scientist. I guess he is by nature of what scientists do and how he behaves, but I wonder what his qualifications are lmao. He gives off the strong energy of someone who just assertively says they’re a doctor and so they gain the title lol. Kinda hope he was just a conspiracy theorist that stumbled into town. It makes me feel like I can picture him a little more unhinged than I already do haha

Loved this episode like.. SO MUCH. It’s been a while since we had Not Cecil chatting about things. 

Please talk to me about theories this is gonna occupy my brain all day. 

[narrators-journal]

The final step

This is it boys! The final part! After this, I have no other fic to post, so I’ll probably return to original work or silence lol. But! I’ll try to post what I can to feed ya’ll content!

cw: descriptions of murder, Hint o’ Hisoka, reader’s pregnant

Previous part: here

First part: here

Illumi spent a while helping you pack before the butlers he'd requested showed up, than he returned to his home across the street to pack up as well. After all, with you now on the track to marry him, he would no longer need the home. Though, maybe we could keep it, and use it as something of a vacation spot to escape mother's unrelenting nagging. He mused.

While he was shoving his clothes into his bag and mulling over that option, he spoke to said mother, or, more-so half listened to Kikyo squeal and giggle in pure delight at the news of your pregnancy.        "Mother, please refrain from shrieking in my ear," he said when his excitable mother had to stop for breath,         "I'm sorry dear, but this is such good news! Your father and I were hoping this woman would prove to be a good wife, and while I will say it's a little soon for a baby, this is good news nonetheless!" She squealed, making the assassin huff,        "I know, I should've waited until after I'd married her to consummate," Kikyo about blew a raspberry at his words, making him blink,        "Illumi, we don't care if you decide to have sex before you get married. My only concern is that this woman isn't the right one for you." she said, "Your father would prefer that you choose a woman a bit more suited for our line of work, but if she's really as submissive as you described, I'm sure she'll be a fine addition to the family. Oh! And I'm sure your child will be absolutely adorable! I can't wait to put little booties on them, and absolutely dote on them like you no longer let me do-"          "Mother," Illumi said, though his mother knew despite his monotone voice that he was annoyed.          "Well, you don't." she sniffed before changing the subject. "Anyway, when are you bringing her home? I want to meet her already!" she said, going into a bit of a rant over his failure to even show Kikyo a picture of you, but her son was no longer listening. Instead, Illumi's attention was turned to his surroundings, his senses on high alert from the waves of malicious intent he felt so suddenly from the direction of your home.         "Mother, was Hisoka released?" Illumi asked, his mother's voice dying at the palpable tension coming through the phone,         "I believe so? Your grandfather was apparently sick of the creep, so he had him thrown out." she offered a second before Illumi hung up. In a flash, the assassin was across the street at your home, his needles at the ready. As soon as he set foot in the house, the assassin was greeted with the familiar scent of blood hanging in the air like a heavy blanket and a silence that ate at his nerves. Your home was quiet. too quiet. It about drove the assassin insane with the possible reasons behind the lack of life. Of course, the butlers that were tasked with helping you pack your clothes were dead, so that helped to explain the stifling quiet, but the sight of the help mercilessly slaughtered didn't justify the way Illumi's heart raced and a strange feeling gripped at his throat until he felt he couldn't breathe. The only time that feeling seemed to finally leave, only to be replaced with wrath, was when the casually dressed assassin slipped into your bathroom, his needles poised to be thrown, and he was met with the one person he didn't want to see inside of your home.         "Hisoka." he hissed, his dark eyes narrowing and his aura reflecting the heated rage that boiled his blood at the sight of the brightly colored magician, who turned to look at him lazily, frowning as if the soulless man was as equally unwanted as the pink haired man was,         "Before you maul me and get no answers, I didn't hurt your precious (y/n)." He assured, plucking one of his signature playing cards and licking the blood of a butler from it before continuing "I believe she crawled out of the bathroom window. So, I suggest you go get her back before you focus on me. Don't want her to get too far away now, do we?" The magician pouted, knowing damned well Illumi wouldn't bother with him after that news, which meant Illumi wouldn't be fighting him, yet. The assassin did, in fact, leave the magician at your house, going out instead to find you. If the help wasn't so fucking incompetent this would be a lot easier. He thought as he forced his wrathful aura into zetsu while he coldly rushed by the corpses and returned outside to prowl down the chilly streets of town, turning that edgy, strangling, anxiety feeling in his throat into energy to fuel his possessive hunt for his wife, his property. On the bright side of the situation though, you were nothing compared to the dark-haired predator, so he had that to cool his unhinged emotions before running into you. You were a recluse, you likely didn't know your way around town that well, so your trail was pretty obvious. In times of life threatening danger, people, more-so women, usually went to crowded areas after all, and you didn't know of many places that would offer help, so you were likely going to head to your grocery store. Knowing that, Illumi was able to get ahead of you, scooping you up before you could slow from a mad dash fuelled by mortal terror to a speed at which you could avoid slamming into the hunter's chest.        "(y/n)," he growled, shaking you once, firmly, to put a stop to your flailing and squirming, "I am this close to jamming one of my needles into your brain. STOP IT." He ordered, the force of slightly panicked rage in his words making you freeze and stare up in terror at him with your wide (e/c) eyes. For a few seconds you stared at one another, your form squished to his in an inescapable grip while his soulless eyes glared down at you until you finally burst into tears.       "Please! Just let me go!" You plead, your voice quivering with barely restrained sobs, so he took a deep breath and ran his thumb down your already tear-stained cheek,       "Why would I do that? I'm only trying to keep you and our baby safe." he reminded you, but you shook your head vigorously, making bits of your (h/l), (h/c) hair stick to your face,        "You're scaring me! Please let me go, I'm begging you Illumi." you cried, trying to shake his comforting hug off,        "I thought you loved me," he said, not releasing you even when your upset tantrum stuttered to a stop. For a moment, you seemed conflicted, but than closed your eyes and tried to kick him to no avail,         "I...I don't know anymore. You've...become so scary recently, I have to p-put my own well being ahead of any shallow attraction." you sniffled, digging your nails into his t-shirt. He brushed a strand of hair from your (s/c) face as you shook against him          "(y/n), I would never do anything to harm you or our baby unless you force me to. Just behave and act like you did before figuring out you were pregnant, everything will be okay." he assured, making his voice as comforting, soft, and loving as he could manage to try and sooth you. Thankfully, he could see the fear and rebellion in your (e/c) eyes dim, returning to their usual, gorgeously submissive state. After that, you only gave one final attempt at escaping his arms before finally giving up. "Good girl, (y/n). Now, let's go home. My mother is about to implode in her excitement to meet you." After that, Illumi returned to the house he had bought for his bag of clothes, then made a beeline for the Zoldyck estate. On the trip there, the long haired assassin tried to make you happy, providing you food, comfortable places to sleep when need-be, and finding you little gifts related to your hobbies to try and entertain and make you smile. He could tell that you were still uncomfortable with him, but you slowly began to warm back up to him when your human need for companionship demanded it. However, the one thing he couldn't save you from or prepare you for, was Kikyo. The woman about tackled Illumi when he pushed open the testing gates, but as soon as you were through and safely on Zoldyck land with your husband protectively at your side, his mother began her fussing.       "She looks so ill! Illumi, did you make sure she's physically healthy?"       "She's not much to look at, maybe if she tried more make-up and clothes that fit her better?"       "Illumi, where are her things? Did you just snatch her up off of the street while she was pregnant?!" The only thing that saved you and Illumi from his mother's judgements and chiding was a firm look from his father, Silva, who was making a rare appearance to greet you in a much calmer manner.       "To answer your questions, I will get the family doctor to look her over, and her things had to be left. A threat came up and I needed to bring her here before harm befell her, so I will need to buy her new clothes." The dead eyed assassin assured his mother, who obviously had more hen pecking to do, but she refrained under the stern look of her husband. After that, Illumi got you nicely settled in to his bedroom, and while you did put up some more of a fight over staying there, you mostly accepted your role as his wife-to-be and mother of his child rather easily. He knew you were simply acting out from your hormones and the stress of your situation, so he did his best to keep his temper with you.         "It'll be okay (y/n), once you get comfortable here, we'll be happy." Illumi soothed one night after one of your bouts of sobbing and fighting to escape while he sat, cross-legged with you in his lap and his hands rubbing your belly. You weren't showing much yet, but it still pleased him greatly to now have his wife and child safely at home. That's right, he thought, letting a rare smile spread across his usually unreadable face, you're home now, (y/n)...

[sitp-recs]

Hi, any Recs for slutty and unhinged Draco or Harry?

Oh I do love myself some unhinged smut, we like our men slutty and unbalanced here 🤌🏼 I went for a bit of everything here, from light humor to dark angst. Enjoy!

Return to Sender: Harry J. Potter by @vukovich (E, 2.5k)

The first time Draco slides into bed, smelling of another man, the only glass left intact at 12 Grimmauld is a pair of spectacles. The sixth time, it's the flash-bang mushroom cloud realization that this isn't the sixth time by a long shot. The last time, it's 10 PM, and it's dittany, camphor, wormwood, valerian root, and the Healers' platitudes.

Options by @mintawasalreadytaken (E, 2.6k)

Harry's looking for company; Draco fits the bill.

Mens Rea by @lqtraintracks (E, 3k)

Mens Rea: the mental element of a person's intention to commit a crime; or knowledge that one's action or lack of action would cause a crime to be committed. “Draco Malfoy, how do you plead?” “I’m super fucking guilty.”

Luckiest Fucking Size Queen Alive by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (E, 6k)

Potter escorts me home, presses me into my front door and kisses me with a ferocity that’s exhilarating. And then Potter asks me, in a growl that makes my cock throw a wet tantrum in my pants, how many more dates I would deem mandatory before I let him fuck me. I drag Potter to bed.

What’s My Age Again? by @lazywonderlvnd (E, 12k)

Harry Potter has had enough of pleasing the public, and his reckless tendencies are finally getting out of hand. The Quidditch World Cup is only a week away; as Captain of the English National Team, Hermione has assured him that his immaturity won’t be tolerated by the Ministry.

you look so fine by michi_thekiller (E, 16k)

In which Draco is a Veela and Harry is his mate. Dark!Humor or Crack!Horror, you decide.

Famous by @fw00shy (E, 24k)

It's a couple of years after the war, and Harry's bored of models now, the same way he's bored of Ron's constant nagging, bored of his Weasley monogram knitwear, bored of the same fucking grin that greets him when he hands his fire-truck red Bugatti over to the valet every night. He wants to find—well, he isn't sure what he wants. Anything but models.

The Good Guys by Frayach (E, 26k)

The Second Voldemort War is limping into its fourth year, and the Forces of Shining Light are slowly turning into the Forces of Expedient Grey. When Draco Malfoy is captured red-handed trying to sell an illegal potion to a clerk at Borgin & Burkes, he is handed over to the Department of Essential and Necessary Truth’s newest interrogator.

Fearful Trill by @vukovich (E, 29k)

Harry should have come out and met someone when he was younger. He should have seen a doctor about the pain in his hip while youth was still on his side. Now, he's made his peace with dying young, but maybe not with dying alone.

He Who Must Not Be Normal by lettered (E, 41k)

Potter has fame and fortune and posh clothes and all he wants is a simple life. Draco has a flat and a cat and a steady job and all he wants is a complicated life. Which makes you think this story has something exciting like body-swapping, but it doesn’t.

Harry Potter Gives a Shit by talithan (E, 59k)

“Where are you headed?” “No place special,” Draco fumbled, and flushed further. But then: “I can change that,” said Harry Potter.

Super Rich Kids by trishjames (E, 81k)

Draco Malfoy has become disillusioned by the glitz and glamour of the scandalous lives of the Post-Second Wizarding War Pureblood Elite. Enter: one existential crisis, one group of thieving cynical friends, and several terrible, terrible decisions.

I Am Not Who I Became by mab_di (E, 93k)

Draco left England after the trials and has travelled the world meeting wizards and Muggles from different cultures and with vastly different relationships to magic, each other, and the natural world. Now he's a fisherman in Finland on commercial vessels.

[masterhandss]

Hi~

I'm curious about what you think a Hamefura-GBF crossover would look like ^^

OP YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU HAVE AWAKENED IN ME WITH THIS QUESTION AJSHGJAHSGD

As a fan of both I've always created different ideas in my mind of what a GBF-Hamefura collab would be like!! I'm not really creative enough to be able to drop some fan-made collab name ideas or a full premise for the collab's plot, just some random tidbits of fun ideas I thought of.

// warning: very minor spoilers for the novels/fortune lover 2

For how Katarina and the gang gets into the world of Granblue Fantasy, I think it would be really cool if it combines something like the Shadowverse collab where they are just thrown into the world without much explanation (maybe playing it out like another Book of Desires-type thing where Katarina stumbles upon a magic tool that sends them all there) and the Love Live Muse collab where it's kinda just a dream. Not that I want Katarina to dream the entire thing, I just find it really funny how in the Manga Bonus SS, Katarina immediately figures out that she's in a dream and just plays along, which would make her nonchalance about being thrown into another world funny and make sense (for her at least). Maybe in the end it could be revealed to be a dream all along, like the Love Live and most recent Deresute collab.

For the plot itself, I'm not really good at coming up up anything new, all I can think of is making something similar to existing collabs and events qwq. It would really funny if the primal beast behind everything is one who is gluttonous, and Katarina beats them in a competition of iron stomachs (like the Priconne collab and Eating Bonanza Summer event). Or have the event story end with Katarina confronting and talking down a humanoid primal beast and charming him into surrender post-battle, something similar to how she won over Raphael (imagine how funny it would be for Keith to smack his head and sigh, as Katarina continues to charm more people, and a primal beast at that XDD).

Maybe even something like the Code Geass collab where at the same time Katarina and the gang end up in the Sky Realm, the crew is on a quest to find a criminal who is stirring trouble in an island, and that criminal had a striking resemblance to Katarina (or an FL2!Katarina). Like that other Katarina is just an illusion created by a primal beast in order to hide his identity, not really basing the image on anyone specific but just creating someone based on the perfect image of a scheming villainess lmao (and being surprised after finding out that the very girl does exist). Cue confusion from the crew and the harem, while Katarina feels both pride and fear over being called the spitting image of a villainess hgfjhsdgf.

You can even make the plot something like the GBF SideM collab + Hamefura Pirates, where the situation they are in is actually from a Fortune Lover x GBF collab (that Katarina dreams Acchan playing/was mentioned to her once in passing) that somehow (???) has ties to Katarina's fate in FL2.

And please, I would love a quick scene of everyone dining with the crew, and everyone comments on Katarina and Lyria's black hole of a stomach XDD

It would kinda be cool if Katarina had a moment where she uses Phalanx, since VOD showed us that there are shield-type spells in hamefura (canonicity is debatable though) but I guess since Nico already did that in the Love Live collab that'd be copying/too similar haha).

For the event rewards, Katarina would join your party after Chapter2 of course :DD By then she would have met the crew. The other playable characters depends on who you ask to be honest. I don't want to sound mean or anything to the fans of the girls, but when I first encountered the question, my mind immediately went the NinSwitch otome game and how all the boys are the capturable characters. Since HameFura clearly favors the Katarina + the boys in the marketing, I thought realistically that if there was a collab, the playable characters would be them. That would be 5 playable characters though, which might be a lot so I guess a good alternative is a Playable Katarina, Geordo, Keith and maybe Maria too. Combining the three girls into a single unit wouldn't be likely, I think it's more realistic to assume they would be the event summon instead (or at least have a cameo in Katarina's victory animation)

(LOOK I EVEN MADE SOME QUICK EDITS/MOCKUPS, DO YOU SEE HOW EXCITED I AM ABOUT THIS QUESTION HGJHSDGF)

Katarina would be a Dark SSR (sorry if that's considered as a spoilers to anyone qwq) whose attacks also inflict a partial earth damage. She would be an attack-type character with a sabre and axe specialty (axe because hoe haha). I just can't imagine her being an Earth Character unless Keith isn't playable, because then I guess she could just inflict partial dark damage via casted debuffs in order to reference FL2. She's probably mostly has attack skills that either gives buffs or increases her charge bar. Katarina would get a 5 star uncap in the next event rerun :P

Geordo would be a Fire SSR with a sabre specialty. He's be an attack-type character who specializes in Attack/Support. Spoilers to the light novels kinda, but I imagine Geordo to have a special third skill that gives him lots of buffs but either debuffs him & kills him eventually (like Dark Jeanne) or sacrifices his HP (like Fire Yuisis) as a reference to Volume 8, where he's a bit unhinged when he's angry and will use his fire magic lethally to anyone who harms his friends.

Keith would be an Earth SSR with a sabre and staff specialty. He would be Special character, acting as a Support/Debuffer. I imagine that he could have his own personal buff called "Earth Dolls" that get consumed each turn, and having a lot would increase the damage of his charge attack. I know the picture says katana instead of staff, I'm just too lazy to edit it again :'))

Alan would be a Water SSR with a sabre and gun specialty (why gun? he uses a gun in the hamefura fantasy au so :DD). He'd be a balanced-type character who is an Attacker/Defender. I imagine he'd be like SSR Romeo, who is good for defense but is preferably used to deal some damage (or at least that's how I use him lmao).

Nicol would be a Wind SSR with a sabre and bow specialty (bow because wind element :DD). He would be a defense-type character who specializes in Defense/Support. Either lands some good debuffs (Def Down, Debuff Success Boosted, Blind, Gravity and CHARM OF COURSE) or has Substitute Ally. Most likely the prior. I know that sounds like he should be a special-type character instead so I'm suggesting he should have a skill with Shield and Immune in a single package.

I imagine the girls to be an event summon together (in my hypothetical scenario where the boys are the playable characters) where they give random buffs (like 3-6 buffs depending on the lvl and uncap). I imagine that they would have a special Call Effect with Katarina, giving her more buffs or a special buff meant just for her :DD

In the event that Maria is a playable character, she would be a Light SSR who has a staff specialty. She would be a Heal-type character who specializes in Support. Her skills could have stuff like a heal that activates for a few turns, light def-down and a def-up to name a few.

The event SSR weapon would be a "Doom Flag" of course! It blends perfectly with the dozen other flag-looking spear weapons in the game XDD

My ideas for the SR weapon would either the "Doom Avoidance Strategy Book" which would be a Dark Melee weapon, or a smaller "Bad End Doom Flag" which would be a Fire Dagger (haha get it, because Geordo Bad End :)).

Hahaha that's all I can really think of when it comes to a collab. If you want me to talk about a Hamefura RPG AU, but with GBF classes/races then I can make a whole other post for that sjkfhdsk i've always wanted to draw/imagine the hamefura characters wearing job classes & magic from GBF!

Imagine Mary wearing the Dancer/Masquerade class outfit, Maria in the Doctor class, Alan in the Elysian class, Nicol in the Cavalier/Robin Hood class, Geordo in the Glorybringer class, Keith in the Relic Buster class (as a reference for him being a black knight in the manga bonus ss), Sophia in the Warlock/Asparas class, and Katarina in the Chrysaor/Lumberjack class!!

If anyone would like to add with more collab ideas, I would love to hear it!!!!

Anyways, thank you for the ask :DD