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[talon-the-hawk]

Lost Count

Just a little Department 19 fic I decided to write when I was bored

Pairing: Valentin Rusmanov x GN! reader

Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Mild Gore

( Y/n is 22 in this fic btw )

This is it. 

Zero hour had come and gone. This was the last time the departments could possibly defeat Dracula. It was either death by vampire now, or death by vampire later. That’s what made this fight so dangerous, the fact that absolutely everything depended on its outcome. 

You were fighting with everything you had. You fought for the younger brother you had lost to the enemy. Shaun. He’s the whole reason you fought, you wanted them to pay for what they did to him. Just the thought of his death had the heat burning behind your eyes. Your eyes changed from their normal ( e/c ) to a colour similar to swirling magma, the heat in your eyes rising to an unbearable temperature. Your helmet had been cast aside during battle, allowing your heightened senses to work better.

A vampire lunged at you, letting out a loud hiss. You calmly stepped out of the way, moving so fast that the vampire looked as though he was attacking in slow motion. You elbowed him in the back of the head, watching as the impact dented his skull and sent him flying. Another vamp came at you, attempting to slash you with her claws. You grabbed her by the arms, and with a large squelching noise, the two halves of her fell to the floor. As the scent of blood wafts through the air you groan with pleasure.

“ You certainly look as though you’re enjoying yourself.” A voice sounded from behind you. 

Valentin.

You turned to see him giving you a lazy smirk.

“ Aren’t you supposed to be killing Dracula right about now?” You replied, slightly irritated at his antics.

“ I thought I’d see how my favourite operator was handling themselves.”

“ Well I’m doing fine, now go kill the stupid bastard.”

“ Hurrying to get rid of me?”

“ 46.”

“ Pardon?”

“ I’ve killed 46 enemy vamps,” You stated, giving him a grin. “ You?”

“ Nice try darling. 63.” 

You gave a frustrated groan. “ How do you always manage to beat me?”

“ Well, when you’ve been fighting for as long as I have, you learn a few things Mx. Turner.” 

And that’s when you noticed it.

He had this look in his eyes that made you wonder just how many people he had killed in his extended lifetime.

And this grin. The very grin that made you weak in the knees every single time he did it. And it was that exact grin that made you realize, he’s probably lost count.

[heardchef]

more ayo edebiri + gioncarlo valentine outtakes!

[hilton-my-luvx]

Hilton Valentine in the 50s

[pugpugpusheen]

2023 Fic Wrap

I know it's not the end of December, but I'm bored while working so here are ALL the fics I wrote in 2023

January

Consensual Workplace Relationship: 2dace, 2d and Ace let the others know they're in a relationship One Plan One Wish: Gen Russel predicted a door will appear in the sky, but things don't go according to plan A Kiss Will Make it Better: Gen Noodle scrapes her knee and 2d uses a technique he learned from his mom to make it feel better. Power of a Word: 2doc Murdoc calls 2d "faceache" and it brings back bad memories. Never Alone: either Gen or Russdoc Russel sees the grim reaper in his room and seeks refuge in a different room that just so happens to be Murdoc's That Sleeping on the Couch Feel: Gen 2d falls asleep on the couch and the day still continues Home: 2doc 2d is asked a question and thinks about the answer to it Who Will Tie My Shoes?: Gen or 2doc and 2dace Murdoc has always taken to the task of tying 2d's shoes. Then he's not there and Ace takes over. Spin the Bottle to Begin: 2dace The band plays spin the bottle and it leads to a relationship Better Than That: 2dace Rated M Ace treats 2d to something and 2d notices a habit Ace does, but that does not deter Ace Meeting Snooze: Gen The band is in a meeting and Noodle is bored. Love Drunk: 2dace 2d and Ace go to a club and 2d gets drunk God Without a Halo: Gen Murdoc thinks about 2d going over to the other cult. Rings: 2doc 2d gets Murdoc a ring, which Murdoc happened to also have done Beat the Drums for Who: Gen Russel wonders why he plays the drums Someone Must Get Hurt: Gen Two Chapters 2d and Murdoc have an argument and Russel deals with the aftermath

February

Comfort Within Each Other: 2doc 2d and Murdoc decide to go to bed early Overwhelmed: Gen 2d has a panic attack and Cyborg Noodle walks him through it Adventure Game: Gen 2d and Noodle play a game that includes fireworks To Look Beautiful: Gen 2d puts on makeup Cleansing Oil: 2dace 2d washes Ace's hair To Soothe a Bassist: Gen or 2doc Murdoc throws a fit while writing a song and 2d calms him down A Card for Friends: Gen 2d hands out Valentine cards Monologue and Comfort: Gen Rated M Murdoc gets drunk and stumbles into Russel's room, where he talks about his past When Your Legs Don't Want to Work: 2doc 2d gives Murdoc a piggy back ride Everything's Just Wonderful: 2dace Ace wakes up with 2d laying on him and they get started on their day Watching the Rain: Gen Murdoc and Noodle watch the rain When We Reunite: 2doc Murdoc and 2d go grocery shopping, but 2d keeps wandering away Conversation Within Silence: 2dace 2d and Ace have phone calls, but the silence worries 2d

March

Words of Encouragement: Gen Ace is feeling down about being away from his gang for so long. Noodle cheers him up. Sandwiches for Two: Gen 2d makes Murdoc a sandwich I For You and You for Me: 2doc All the ways 2d and Murdoc understand and comfort each other. Animal Attraction: 2doc Rated M Murdoc learns something new about 2d while they get into bedroom activities. That Awooga Feeling: 2dace Rated M 2d and Ace get into bedroom activities The Rock: Gen or 2dace However 2d felt Ace was always there to support and comfort him The Coffee/Tea Date: 2doc Murdoc takes 2d to a coffee shop Behind a Title: 2doc Murdoc muses on being called "boyfriend" when he prefers "partner" It's Just Begun: 2doc Murdoc and 2d are arguing and Murdoc thinks of how they got to this point The First Time: 2doc Rated M 2d and Murdoc have sex for the first time Three Flowers and Rum: 2doc 2d leaves flowers on Murdoc's bed in the hopes of starting something

April

Welcome Home Katsu: Gen Noodle brings home a cat to Murdoc's displeasure Shut Doors: Gen Noodle hates when the doors are closed because that's a sign that something is not right. Atonement: Gen Russel just caught Murdoc and Paula in the act and acted on instinct. Now it was time to make up for that action. The One Month Mark: 2doc Murdoc reflects on his relationship with 2d Slip of the Tongue: Gen Noodle needs help with her homework and Murdoc helps her Spend the Night: Gen Ace is in bed when 2d knocks on his door Let's Rock the House: Gen Noodle is nervous and 2d calms her down. Years later it's Noodle who calms 2d down.

May

Their World: Gen Noodle compares herself and the boys to things in the world Coming Out of the Other End of Sickness: 2doc 2d is finally awake after being sick all day and having Murdoc take care of him.

June:

The Other First Time: 2dace Rated M Ace and 2d have sex together for the first time

July

Our Space: Nuace Noodle and Ace are watching television

August

Just Another Night: 2dace and Nuace Ace, Murdoc, 2d, and Noodle watch television

September

Joyous Moment: 2dace 2d and Ace share a moment Taxes and Company: Nuace Ace chills out in Noodle's room while she works on taxes Soft Hands Under Stars: 2dace Ace and 2d stand under a starry night sky Yellow: 2doc 2d guesses Murdoc's favorite color

October

Breather: Ace/Reader Ace walks in on you being frustrated about school work and helps you. Late Night: 2dace Ace and 2d watch zombie movies and fall asleep on the floor. Getting to Know Each Other: Gen Ace has come in to fill in for Murdoc and Russel has a bad feeling, but is proven wrong. A Walk and a Kiss: Nuace Noodle and Ace are taking a stroll back to the house when Ace gets the courage to kiss her.

November

Waltz on Rainbow Road: 2doc 2d zones out and imagines a scenario with Murdoc One of Those Days: Gen 2d has a migraine so Murdoc brings him tea and toast. Break: 2doc 2d and Murdoc are working on a song when Murdoc decides to take a break at 2d's suggestion. Birthday Rules: Ace/Reader It's your birthday and Ace takes you out and gives you some rules to life. Band Geek: Gen Noodle asks the boys what kind of students they were in high school. 2d comes up with what kind Ace was. Interlocked Hands: 2doc Murdoc notices 2d is holding his hand.

December:

The Star: Gen or 2dace Ace watches 2d eat a booger The Jigsaw Puzzle: Gen 2d and Cyborg Noodle complete a Jigsaw puzzle.

[lazaruspiss]

Your old ship chart is so funny to me

I like to think that the names aren’t organised based on their allegiances, but instead organised as “the higher they are on the diagram, the more likely they are a top

Anyways I’d love to see a redo have a good Timezone broski

Also opinions on Dick/Barry/Hal because uhoh I have Thoughts Now

i wasn't thinking about that when i made it but that is pretty funny lmao. i don't have the energy to write/draw smth in time for valentine's day so i think i want to make a chart specifically for poly robins, bc 1) i don't post about them enough, and 2) smaller groups allow for more detail and are easier to flesh out. when it's like every character it's a bit more confusing for me to make bc im like "these could work simultaneously but not those" and i forget that it's just supposed to be "whatever you like in any context".

Dick/Barry/Hal... awooga..... i don't know enough about them tbh but i do think HalDick is cute and i think BarryDick could be interesting bc i can't see Barry exactly jumping at the bit to get with his sons best friend lol. and from what I've seen HalBarry are already work boyfriends so that part i don't need explanation/exposition for lol.

hmmmmm. concept: pre-established HalBarry in an open relationship, Hal insists on introducing Barry to the other guy he's been fooling around with bc they've started to consider more long-term and they'd just feel weird about it if Barry never meets Hal's new bf. Que a very awkward "oh my god kid" "don't make it weird" "i've helped host your childhood slumber parties, it's already weird" that gets solved via a threesome or smth. don't look at me, the last time i wrote something that wasn't about sex it was about masturbation.

[ruthytwoshakes]

awooga i was gonna finish this for the valentines tf2 event but I was a little silly and sensory overloaded or whatever and then I didn’t. The crushing loneliness from moving houses does not help either,,

!!!!! Also I can’t draw boob like at all because I keep on remembering the fucking shitpost from gianni matragrano ,,, the fucking thiccorita one ,, and it’s really not that funny I swear but every damn time I remember it I just fucking crumble and I just can’t draw medic boob I just can’t do it I can’t

So if I finish this it won’t have medic boob,, big apologies to the medic fans

Maybe I’ll make some valentines day designs for all the mercs,, hmmmmmmmm m ,,,,, , ,,,,,,

[frischkasekuchen]

Yandere! Professor! Vanya x Reader

Credits:

thriftlita - Vanya

Content Warnings:

Teacher/Student Relationship

Drugging

Kidnapping

References to animal death/animals get harmed

Blood and General Violence

Slight body horror

Stalking

Swearing

(Author's note: Romance is not my forte, so please forgive me if a good chunk of the plot is unsatisfactory (Vanya is a tad bit OOC in this fic). Reader-chan is 18+, but Teacher/Student relationships are illegal. If you have any concerns or questions about the content, please feel free to send me an ask. With that said... (bangs pots and pans) HEY SHRINE MAIDENS! @pearlsongfromstuff, @shu-dzhoker- COME GET Y'ALL FOOD! Happy Valentine's Day to all!)

First Week of Uni. Sept. 20XX

You wandered around the school, hauling around a KFC family meal. Of course, you wouldn’t have ordered such a large meal of your own volition, but you were already out the door after you noticed your bag was heavier than usual. Now, you were just looking for a quiet place to eat, since you hadn’t made any friends to hang out with (It was a hard-knock life being a social science major, wasn’t it?). 

Scoping out the lecture halls, you could hear students murmuring and professors, of course, lecturing. Walking down the hall, you pressed your ear to the last door labeled “ENGINEERING”. …No sound. You give the door a small knock.

A voice comes from the door. “Come in.”

You pull the door ajar and poke your head through, surveying the room. 

You step through the door and shut it behind you. The lecture hall is…clean to your pleasant surprise. You honestly thought that the room would stink of oil and be cluttered with scrap metal. Before you stood before the professor, who appeared to be critiquing students’ blueprints. A brunette with a shock of white streaking through his hair. Reading glasses slipping down his large, crooked nose. Focused, cornflower eyes, a black turtleneck that hugs his muscles just right-

No (Y/N)! You are not thirsting for a man just met! This is NOT one of those shitty romance novels you read! Just. Act. Normal!

“Um, good afternoon Professor…?”

“Bazarov.” he added, “Can I help you?”

Oh God, that rumble, that thick accent AWOOGA-

“Oh, um, I just wanted to be somewhere quiet. Cafeteria’s kinda loud. I could leave if I’m intruding.”

He waves off your concern with a smile. “No, you can stay. Just clean up after yourself, all right?”

“Oh- uh- okay!”  You sit behind one of the desks, looking through the paper bag. You found a spoon, along with a container of mashed potato and gravy. “Excuse me, sir.” you pipe up, holding out the items, “Have you eaten lunch yet?”

“Ah,” he looks at the clock above him, “Haven’t actually.”

“I can’t eat this whole thing by myself so…Do you eat mashed potato?”

For a second, you see a pink tint on his cheeks, flabbergasted. He walks over to your desk and you move over so he can sit beside you.“Thank you, I’ll have to repay you later.” 

Your face warms, “Your welcome. You don’t have to do anything for me though, I’m just happy you won’t starve till classes are out.”

You both spend the next ten minutes eating and making small talk. He asks about your parents, your major, your hobbies(he seems to be into some of them too), …if you’re taken at the moment. You flushed at the question and confessed that you were a single pringle for the time being

As you clean up after yourselves, your mom calls you, letting you know she’s in the parking lot. As you bid him goodbye, he asks “Before you go, what is your name?”

You mentally facepalm; you ate lunch with this guy and you never introduced yourself?

“(Y/N)! (Y/N) (L/N)!” you say before rushing out the door, heaving your bag over your shoulder. “Have a good day!”

“You too, dear!”

When you get into your mother’s car, the “dear” finally hits you. 

Your face burns up to hell. 

***

Last Week Before Finals, Dec. 20XX

You awaken with a startle after a stranger puts their hand on your shoulder. Your head snaps up to see a familiar face beside you. “O-Oh! Pro. Bazarov?” 

He gives you a trademark, warm smile. “Good evening. I found this near one of your classes.” The professor places a paperback on the desk, the cover features a mask and a whip, along with a title in crimson, graceful calligraphy . “Is this yours-?”

You slap an arm down on it and drag it over to yourself, hunching over it. “IT’S- it’s- it’s my mom’s Christmas present! It’s one of her guilty pleasures. Loves this author- loves them!” you squeak, lightheaded from all of the blood rushing to your face. 

“I’m glad I found it then.” The older man chuckles, and you suspect that he’s seen through your perfectly worded falsehood. To your relief, he changes the subject. “What are you doing at the library so late, hmm? You’re never here after dark.”

“Oh- um…I needed internet.”, you slump in your chair, crossing your ankles. “The whole neighborhood’s power went out this morning, and I really need to finish this essay.”

“When is it due?” he asks as he bends over to look at your assignment.

“Tonight; midnight, actually.”

“What will you do after the library closes?”

You roll your eyes as you sit back up. “I mean, I have an hour left, right?”

“It’s 7:55; the library closes in five minutes.”

Your eyes snap open, as though you heard footsteps while you were home alone. “No- wait!” your eyes dart to your laptop’s clock.

7:57 pm

FUCK.

“Godammit!” you squeak, shutting down your laptop and sloppily shoving your charger and books into your bag. “Shit, shit, shit!”

You feel tears prick your eyes as your brain begins to catastrophize in overdrive.

You’re on scholarship. This is the week before finals. You can’t risk a failing grade. You can’t afford university. Your grades are going to drop. You won’t be able to study. Your parents will kick you out. You’ll have to work minimum wage. You’ll be homeless. You’ll die. You weren’t ready for this. You weren’t ready for this. You weren’t ready for this. You weren’t ready for this. You weren’t ready for this. You weren’t ready for this. You weren’t ready for this. You weren’t ready for this-

A calloused hand wipes a tear from your face. Oh shit, did you start crying? “Hush, no tears little bird.” 

“I’m sorry.” you sob, “I just- just-!” You take a deep breath and scrape the tears off your face, but your mouth is still wrenched into a frown. 

“No worries. You could stay over at my house and finish the assignment there, if you don’t mind.”

Your muscles stop straining a frown on your face at those words. “Really? Do I…need to pay you back or something?”

“No,no. I need to pay you back. Besides, you’re already having a hard time.” without a cue, he picks up your bag and heads towards the ground floor. 

“Oh, thanks! W-wait up!” you forget to push your chair in as you chase him down the stairs.

***

Pro. Bazarov is a speedemon, you learn after he passes two or four (maybe five???) red lights. Shockingly enough, not a single officer pulled you over. Either the professor was too fast to be identified or the local force was just used to him. When the road turns into a path in the woods, he slows down, to the relief of your turning stomach. 

In a clearing, Pro. Bazarov pulls up to a cabin with a chicken coop and a …cow pen? 

“You have animals?” you ask, awe in your voice.

“Is cheaper in the long run. If I want milk, cheese or eggs; it’s here.” he answers with a shrug, taking the key out of the ignition. 

“You make cheese?”

“Eh, easier said than done. But it’s better than the plastic they sell at the supermarket.”

Oh my God, is he talking about sandwich cheddar?

As you slide out of your seat and onto the snow sprinkled soil, you hear something thumping. Panting.

All of a sudden, your legs are attacked by a furry mass of fury. You squeal in terror as you squirm back into the car with canines snapping at your ankles. 

The professor comes over to your side and yells, “Medukva, ostanovka! They’re a guest.”

The bear (dog???) stops haranguing you, stepping back but still staring at you. Gingerly, you step back out, keeping your eyes on the bear(?). The animal approaches you, sniffing and brushing around your legs. “My apologies, she’s territorial.” 

“Heyyyy there.” you speak warily, “Do you think I can pet her?”

“You can, I’m sure she won’t bite.”

You put a hand on Medy’s head and stroke it. A pleasant rumble comes from her and she leans into your hand. “Aww, she’s adorable when she’s not trying to kill me.”

The professor takes your hand and waves off Medy, “Come along now, you still have an essay to finish, don’t you?”

“Oh- yes!” you follow him inside the house obediently.

***

Your essay is finished and submitted, you pump two hands. “DONE!” 

The professor walks in, in nothing but sweatpants and a black tank top (ohhh Goddd you can see his muscles), and reeks of yeast and flour. “Good job.”

“I was really overthinking the word count. I went over it, actually.” you run a hand through your hair habitually. 

“I’m going to say this, since you probably do not hear this enough.” He walks over and embraces you. You squawk as you feel a hand stroke your back . “I’m proud of you.” he murmurs in a tone so intimate. 

He pulls away from you, ignoring your embarrassed state. “Would you like some bread? It’s fresh out of the oven.”

He’s a malewife.

“Yes please!” you leave your laptop to charge in his study. 

Going down the hall to the kitchen, you see framed photos of a much younger professor, accompanied by a young boy or two. The photo above the kitchen’s doorway presents the professor smiling at the camera and a tiny, green-eyed version of him pouting.

“Professor? Who’re the kids in the photos?” you ask impolitely. Damn, that was too forward.

“Oh, those are my sons.”

“Sons?” you walk over to a rectangular table with four chairs. You take a seat at the right and slouch a little. “I was under the impression you lived alone.”

He places a plate of butter in the middle of the table. “I do live alone.”

Oh. “I see, sorry I asked, professor.” 

“No need for apologies.” he says as he places a plate of bread in front of you. “And you don’t have to refer to me so formally. Just call me Vanya.”

“Yes sir, I mean- Vanya.”

***

Vanya leads you down a corridor and pulls out a set of keys. Plucking one off of the ring, he unlocks the middle door. “You’ll be sleeping here, all right?” He hands the key to you and pushes the door open. The room is simple; there’s a small bed in the corner with a night stand beside it, and a mirror on the other end of the room. “Is this room suitable? If not, I wouldn’t mind sharing my bed with you.”

You shake your head furiously, “N-no! The room’s fine; I’m good. Goodnight!” Before you can make your retreat, he catches you by the shoulder. “Vanya?” His hand crawls up your neck and cups your cheek, a thumb stroking it. A shiver runs up your spine. “W-What’s up?”

Vanya leans in, your noses nearly touching. “You always get so red around me. Dear me, you’re as red as a rose. It’s adorable.”  His thumb brushes your lips. 

Vanya kisses you on your forehead. You think you would have died if he kissed you on the mouth.

“Sweet dreams, little bird. Bathroom’s the last door on the end, okay?”

You give him a nod, and he leaves you standing dumbfounded in the doorway.

***

When you wake up, the sun’s not out but the sky’s gotten brighter. You instinctively feel around for your phone, and when you find nothing, you remember that you left it in Vanya’s study. You got up out of bed, and left your bedroom, going left of the kitchen, back to the study.

You open the door to see that your devices are missing. Just great.

You go over to the dining hall to find the ring of keys and a note on the table. You pick it up and read it. 

Good morning, (Y/N). If you are reading this, I am outside checking my traps, or tending to the animals.

Oh my, a huntsman too?

There is kasha and coffee on the stove. Help yourself to some coffee and porridge, if you’d like.

Vanya

P.S: Sugar and cream are in the left cupboard and I’d recommend having some candied fruit with the kasha; those are in the cabinet just before the cream and sugar.

You peered over at the stove to see a steaming kettle and pot. Is he spoiling you, or courting you? Does he think you’re starving just because you’re a college student (let’s be honest, you’ve been living on fast food and frozen dinners for a month)? You look at the clock and see that it’s 6:30.

Weird, your phone should’ve gone off by now-

BEEP. BEEP.  BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

There’s the loud and obnoxious bitch. 

You hear it coming from below you. You follow the sound through the floorboards, and it leads you to a cellar door. It’s locked of course, but you have the keys. You Naruto run to and from the kitchen, swiping the keys. After the first five keys, the sixth key works. You open a door to darkness. You feel the walls for a light switch, you find one and flick it on. A small hanging lightbulb illuminates the room. 

You regret turning on the light. You regret going down the stairs.

You walk up to a desk with your noisy phone, laptop, and student file. You pick up the folder, look it over.

Your address is underlined.

Taking your phone and shutting off that stupid alarm, you open one of the desk’s drawers. Inside it lay photos of you and a digital camera. You pick one of the photos and you recognize the area, the time of day by the sun’s flare.

These photos were taken at your orientation.

At the back of the drawer, the reality of your situation sets in. Wire cutters.

OH FUCK.

He took your devices so you couldn’t contact the outside.

You place all of the items on the desk. You turn on your phone to see notifications of your mom’s panicked texts. You simply reply with

Me: Call the cops.

You open your camera app and start taking live video. You back up with your phone outstretched, so future viewers can see the evidence and the room. You back up to the door; the final shot looks like you’re showing off a Minecraft build.

You’re yanked through the doorway and your phone slips from your hand and falls into the cellar. The house keys are torn off your wrist. The door slams shut, locks, and Vanya keeps a palm on it for good measure. He stinks of soil and blood.

You both meet eyes, but not in the sexy, dominating manner you’ve seen in bodice rippers. While his stature looms over you, you can see panic in his shrunken pupils. You can’t fight Pro. Bazarov, a man who has built muscle from years of constant labor. So, you do the next best thing-

You run to the kitchen.

You practically bodyslam into the backdoor, the knob digging into the fat of your side. You push yourself off the door to grab the knob and twist and twist and twist- it’s locked.

Pro. Bazarov comes thundering in behind you, and you quickly dive under the table. As you get to your knees, the professor does the same and pins you on the oven. You’re both pressed flush against one another, and the only free parts of your body are your arms, which you flail about defiantly. He catches you by your left arm and pins it down, “Calm down! Just let me explain!”

“Explain what?!” you screech as you try to buck him off with your hips, it’s an exercise in futility though. You search the stove for something, anything to grab. You find a handle, and bring it down on Pro. Bazarov’s head. In a second the man is covered in hot porridge and wacked over the head with a hot pot. He throws himself back, going down and taking the table with him.

“AGGGHHHH!”

He drops the keys.

You snatch the keys and bolt for the back door once more. Luckily, the first key works and you bolt out into the winter morning. Who gives a shit about a sweater or shoes? You’re escaping a criminal dammit. 

Unfortunately, Medy comes bolting after you, teeth bared. You take a look at your surroundings, and spot a bear trap in the snow. You go around it, but Medy ignores that. You don’t look behind you as you hear her howl in pain. “Sorry.” you whisper.

Now you’re tearing through the trees, bolting across frozen streams and looking for an end to the trees.

Poignantly, you never really escape. 

As you pass two birch trees, grown as though they were a gate to the fae, the ground gives out beneath you.

“NO!”

You fall into a pit. A sickening crunch could be heard as your leg broke. You scream and sobbed like you’ve never before. You curl up into a fetal position and leave your broken leg laying free as though it does not belong to you. Before you is a dark hall that mocks you.

***

You wake up to a warm hand on your face. 

You open your eyes to see-

A bandaged Pro. Bazarov caressing your face.

“No. Nonononononononononononononononono.” you go on and on, knowing that you cannot run this time.

“Look what you’ve gone and done.” his voice is a scolding whisper, he strokes the thigh of your broken leg. “You’ve gone and hurt yourself. This is why you should’ve stayed.”

You look past him to see another person standing behind him, you cannot make them out with your vision, blurry from crying. The professor looks to the stranger, “Would you mind holding them down? I cannot do two jobs at once.” They nod at him.

The stranger walks behind you and sits you in their lap. Using one hand, they grab you by the wrists and press your hands into your lap. Their other hand grips you by the chin, revealing your neck. 

You gasp as a needle is pressed into your neck. 

You don’t fight back, what’s the point?

“Good,” the professor coos. “You’re being so good for me right now.”

When he removes the syringe, the stranger drops you on your back. 

“Zaichik, don’t be so rough with them.” 

“Whatever.” the stranger says with a vocal eyeroll. “Hope they’re worth it, old man.”

The last thing you see is a black cloth being thrown over you.

[the-cannibal]

Hello! I was wondering if I could pls get a matchup! Totally fine if not, thank you sm, here we go🖤:

Okay so, appereance Wise I have short curly hair, green eyes and I'm of an average height!🖤

As for my personality, I am quite shy at first, so it might seem like I'm not that talkative, but when I get comfortable with someone and actually get to know that person I don't shut up ahah, I talk and joke a lot, then people say that I'm really caring, sweet and nurturing🖤 oh and I'm also pretty emotional and I cry easily ajsjs

While as for my hobbies: I'm a huge nerd so I love videogames, especially horror video games or visual novels, then I love going to the cinema, movies are probably My biggest passion, I'm such a nerd about them, I also love mangas, and as a last thing I practice witchcraft! 🖤 (oh and I also love urban legends, ghost stories and all those stuff) and my personality type is INFP!

I'm so sorry if this was too long! Thank you sm sm, I hope that you're having an amazing day! Take care🖤🖤

Gosh you sound so freaking cool!

I decided to pair you up with…

Tiffany Valentine!

Your shyness is pretty much completely gone when you’re around Tiff (when you got to know her of course!) you two have a lot in common both personality wise and hobbies!

Tiff makes sure you are 100% comfortable, always. Someone new is here and your a bit shy and nervous? She’ll happily hold your hand, hug you against her as she slightly rocks back and fourth, or even take you out of there if needed.

I hope you like nicknames because the woman has a lot of them for you. Doesn’t matter what your gender is, to her you are “love, lovely, love bug, bug, pretty, pretty thing, gorgeous, beautiful, hot stuff, doll, doll face, baby face, baby, babe, honey, sweetie, sweet heart,” and so so much more.

You guys are both so caring and nurturing omg

Like you both care and nurture each other so much it’s sort of like your both mother hens

Movie cinema dates are a must! I could totally see you two goofing off and throwing popcorn at people that are being rude/annoying at the theater. You guys would get so many snacks because as Tiff says “there’s no such thing as too much food!” And then she’d proceed to order another bag of popcorn

Cuddling together as you guys read your books or whatever you two might be reading. Don’t be surprised when you go from snuggling perfectly to then becoming a tangle of limbs because y’all get so invested in your stories. But of course both of you refuse to move.

Urban legends? Ghost stories? Practicing witch craft? AWOOGA you are making Tiffany SWOON! You guys would have so much fun bonding over this!

[talon-the-hawk]

You Come Out To Them

HC’s of you coming out to different Department 19 characters ( Trans F to M )

( D/n = Dead Name Y/n = your name ) 

Jamie:

- Super supportive 

- Will fight anyone who mis-genders you 

- Not kidding, Holmwood had to pull him off of an operator who was mis-gendering you on purpose ( he almost got taken off the active roster, but he didn’t care )

- If you want to get top and or bottom surgery, he’ll do research on things to help make the process easier ( like eating pineapple to reduce swelling )

- He would get Holmwood to re-enter your correct name into the system if you’re too nervous to tell the director yourself

- Overall a very supportive friend :)

Larissa:

- Proud mom vibes

- Will also beat up anyone who mis - genders / is rude to you

-  She would steal a trans flag for you when out on a mission

- She would also steal a binder in you didn’t already have one

- When anyone uses the wrong pronouns on accident she would immediately interrupt them  

- “ Can you tell D/n that she-”

- “ What do you want me to tell Y/n? He’s very busy you know.” 

- If you want to get top and or bottom surgery she’ll support you 100% of the way, researching on the process and making sure that whoever gives you the surgery is qualified

Valentin:

- “ Well of course you’re a man, don’t be silly.”

- He already knew but didn’t want to say anything until you were ready

- Will kill anyone that is rude towards you 

- He wears a little ‘Ally’ pin on his jacket to show his support, he wants you to know he cares 

- Buys you an entire new wardrobe if you need more masc clothes, and will take you to the finest barber in the world to get a haircut ( if you need a new one )

- If you want top and or bottom surgery he will take you to the best surgeon in the world ( he wants to make sure you’re in the most capable hands possible, he would hate for you to get hurt ) 

- Constantly makes sure you’re alright after the surgery

- He may not show it often, but you mean a lot to him, so he’ll support you every step of your journey

Matt:

- He’s so happy you feel comfortable enough to tell him this

- He’ll  stand up for you if someone mis - genders you, he’ll only fight them if they say something super bad

- Corrects people on your name pronouns often, even when you’re there

- “ Hey D/n, Hey Matt!”

- “ Actually my name is-”

- “ His name is Y/n, not D/n.”

- “ Matt I’m right here, I could’ve said it.”

- If you’re too shy to tell the director your new name and pronouns, he’ll do it for you

- He’s terrified of talking to the director, but he doesn’t want you to be in an uncomfortable position

- If you want top and or bottom surgery, he’ll do research on it

- He’ll tell you the exact process they use, and all of the steps to the surgery

- Also will share ways to reduce swelling and pain

[acupoffelicity]

time for your physical~ 💉

valentine is so cool and she makes me awooga i love women!!

[waitineedaname]

was rereading your aro ritsu valentines fic (thanks to the rb !! i lov eyou) and you will never believe how much this single line means to me:

“We’re not at school. With you, I can be as much of a vulgar teenager as I please.”

like!!! it's so!!!! makes me go awooga each time. it sums up one of my favorite things about shou&ritsu so well. they are at their silliest (but without the deadly) when they are with each other. i love them so much

YEAH! that's what i love about their friendship, shou is someone ritsu doesn't have to put up an act around. he has to be the perfect kid all the time, but he can goof off and let off steam with shou! it prevents him from going to the extremes he went to in the cleanup arc lmao

[randomvarious]

Today’s compilation:

Romantic Clarinet for Lovers 1984 Easy Listening / Jazz

Well, we all know it to be true: nothing says romantic quite like a woman who  awkwardly places her hand atop her head while standing in front of a clarinet that's roughly five times her size. I mean, awooga. Am I right, folks?

Back in the mid-80s, the Philips label put out a small series called Romantic for Lovers, with each installment highlighting a particular instrument or type of music. And on this Valentine's Day, I bring you the Clarinet volume.

Now, I'm not exactly sure why, but I guess I went into this CD expecting something a bit steamy, like a softcore soundtrack for leaving a temporary handprint upon a glass shower door kind of thing. But what I got instead was a bunch of 50s, 60s, and 70s easy listening tunes that are far more suited for classy candle-lit dinner ambiance; soft and slow stuff that fills the evening before you actually end up consummating it.

But the thing about this though, is that it's actually *so* unremarkable that, after sharing a bottle of wine with your partner, you're both destined to just pass the fuck out more than anything else. This collection definitely serves as far more of a sonic sedative than it does an aphrodisiac.

So, don't put this on if you have any special plans for *after* your meal 😏. It might be okay for the romantic dinner out beforehand, but there's also gotta be much better clarinet albums out there for that type of mood than this one too.

No highlights.

[druckers]

nick valentine AWOOGA AWOOGA

[dethharmonic]

who doesn't love a strong woman

[chewbrry]

HAPPYYY VALENTINES DAYYYY !!!

🌹💐🌹💐💐🌸🌺🌹🌺🌷🌸💐🌺🌹🍫🌹💐🍫🍫🌹🌺🌸🌷🍫💐🌸💐🌺🌹🍫🌷🌷🌺🌸🌷🌺🌸🌺🌹🌹🌹🌷🌺🌺🌸🌺🌹🌹🌷💐🌸💐💐🌺🌹🌸💐🌸🌹🍫🍫🌺🌷🌹🍫🍫🍫 💐🌷 OMG, HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY !! 🌹💐🌹💐💐🌸🌺🌹🌺🌷🌸💐🌺🌹🍫🌹💐🍫🍫🌹🌺🌸🌷🍫💐🌸💐🌺🌹🍫🌷🌷🌺🌸🌷🌺🌸🌺🌹🌹🌹🌷🌺🌺🌸🌺🌹🌹🌷💐🌸💐💐🌺🌹🌸💐🌸🌹🍫🍫🌺🌷🌹🍫🍫🍫 💐🌷

[ladybeug]

The Valentine’s Day ml art scene has been outrageous today

Every single picture makes me fall off my chair and say awooga and my heart pops out of my chest like a cartoon!!!