#i've been obsessed with tws since forever

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🎸MY THOUGHTS AND HEADCANONS TO ADAM FROM HAZBIN HOTEL - (for now)🍖

Hello hello folks, I've been thinking about writing about this post/blog for a while now and here it is, because Adam is my favorite character (obsession) and I have a lot of things in my head that I need share before I kidnap someone to listen to me talk about it for hours on end.

Hahaha I'm just kidding...or am I?

TW: Mention of profanity and sex.

I'm writing this blog because I have a lot to say about Adam and I think I'm already bothering my friends too much (just kidding, I'm going to keep filling them with Adam until I say enough is enough🤓👆)

Alright, let's start, firstly I was already a big fan of Hazbin hotel's work since the time Vizziepop had released the pilot on YouTube at the time of on October 28, 2019, and man, I was simply OBSESSED with the work, I had no idea who Adam was at that time, I was only 11 years old (And I know, I know, Hazbin Hotel was not and is not intended for minors, but I didn't have internet surveillance on my parents, so that's what happened and now I'm 18 years old).

And boy, oh boy

I was in complete EUPHORIA when it became public on August 7, 2020 that Hazbin Hotel was going to have a sequel on Amazon, I only knew how to talk about it and was excited waiting for the release date.

And when I watched that episode where Charlie has a meeting with Adam...I was like "THAT MAN, I NEED THAT MAN‼️‼️"

And that song..."Hell is Forever"... I can't remember a day that I didn't clean the house listening to that sound and pretending the broom was a guitar while I beat my hair like an 80s rocker high (I know, it's an exaggerated comparison but that's how I feel, so let me have it).

Here, listen to this work of art sung by our (MY) beloved Alex Brightman

In addition to the song "Stick it to the man" from the musical "School of rock" that Adam references in one of the items on the list of things to get into paradise, coincidentally his voice actor Alex Brightman also He is the main voice of the song and a character in the musical.

I spent all day listening to her today, but that's the least of it

There are also some songs by other singers that make me think of Adam because of their lyrics, for example Lana del Rey, there is a song of hers that all I think of when I hear it is Adam, unfortunately I can't share it here because it is a discarded song by the singer that I managed to download on a pirated website that has been taken down a while ago.

The songs that make me think of him are "Push me down" and what made me think of Adam is the following part "I'm your little baby doll and you are my mister rock 'n roll", the song "Brooklyn Baby" because of the music part "Well, my boyfriend's in a band, He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed", the others songs are "Say yes to Heaven" and "Angels Forever".

Adam, besides being my favorite character and hyperfocus, was the reason I met the character Beetlejuice (my other hyperfocus) and the voice actor and actor Alex Brightman. Because he was the one who aroused my curiosity to know who his voice actor was since I recognized that his voice was the same as Fizzarolli's, and then when researching and discovering the actor, I also ended up discovering about Beetlejuice, I even have a blog about it, if you want to read it, this is it here.

Just like with Beetlejuice, I'm producing a page with drawings and collages about Adam in my sketchbook that I might post later in a future post about my sketchbook, but that's another topic.

In addition, I'm trying to put together some songs to create a playlist based on him, in it I'm putting rock songs from the 80s that I feel suit him or that he would listen to, some songs by the norwegian singer Aurora which are very reminiscent of and are based on the garden of Eden and Adam from the bible (although the Adam from Hazbin hotel and the one from the bible are completely different).

Some time ago I was writing a fanfic about Adam with an authorial character completely made by me, it was just a fanfic that I had written on character IA but then I decided to write it myself, but I never got around to posting it and kept it stored in my notepad.

The story took place in the timeline of the first season of the series, where heaven discovered that demons and beings from hell now possessed angelic fist weapons and could hurt or kill the exterminating angels after the death of one of the exterminating angels, they would need a new strategy or a new "weapon", and then with the decision of God and all the seraphim, she was created, an angel made to protect heaven and bring back balance by killing sinners in hell, her name was Angelita, and she would be handed over to Adam who would have to train her until the day of the next day of extermination (which would be the day in which Adam dies), throughout the story Adam would begin to feel something for her, unlike Lilith and Eve, he would fall in love out of true love and not obligation, this love between the two would be something forbidden (as a metaphor for the forbidden fruit of Eden) since by God's order she would have to be pure and virgin and that Adam would not fall into temptation for her, I won't tell the rest of the story, if you want I'll make a post just about that (I'll leave you curious hehe), all I can say is that Adam will not die and the ending is tragic, for all sides.

🤘🏻MY HEADCANONS ABOUT ADAM🎸

These headcanons are some things I thought Adam might like, do, or make me think of him, and I'm also writing this because most of the headcanons I find about him are about sex or couples things (Not that they're bad, some are actually quite cute and I read them when I need comfort), so I'm here to contribute some content just about him.

• About how he feels about have been betrayed

I know, Adam is not the best person in the world but man, he is not a monster, he is a human, the first human, unfortunately, human nature is curious and destructive, not that this is an excuse for everything Adam committed. But then I think, "How much did it hurt to be cheated on twice?", "Did he feel worthless, insufficient?", I know how much it hurts to be cheated on, then I think how bad he felt and feels, but he hides it all behind a false personality of "Dick Master" and "The First Man", titles, high ego and falsehood to hide your real self. The only part of Adam that we were shown about him was him being extremely selfish, rude, arrogant and sexist, but all in scenes where he was exposed to people, people who weren't close to him, and then I wonder if he's just all that, but I feel like Adam he's just a hurt man who hides what he feels behind a false personality, just like Angel Dust does. Proof that he cares about people (at least those he considers close) was his smile at Lute as he slowly lost his life in the arms of the exterminating angel who cried seeing him dying. (I cried so much at this scene 😭)

Adam is a sexist character, I can't deny that, but man, he's the first man, no one ever told him what was right and wrong, they always let him do what he wanted from the beginning of his creation, and even in heaven, but now he had Sera to put him in his place at least when she was around.

I might just be taking a shot in the dark or looking for something good in what isn't there, but that's how I think about Adam, so please let me have this, let me see there's still some good there.

• Adam has a chubby body (like a dad body)

Okay, this one took me a while to think about, because a lot of people draw him thin and we never see him without his tunic, which left me quite confused, but after analyzing some scenes and discovering he was made based on his voice actor (Alex Brightman) I had no more doubts.

In these scenes every time he is squeezed his belly ends up being marked and you can clearly see that he is a little chubby. I know there was that scene with Lilith at the beginning that shows him skinny, but let's face it guys, you can see from his scenes in heaven that he eats a lot, do you really think he wouldn't gain a little weight?

And even Lucifer during the fight in hell against him told Adam that he had really let himself go, kind of like he was different before when he was in the garden of Eden.

Honestly, I don't know why people try to say he's skinny, the fanarts are really beautiful and stuff, but come on, don't you think a chubby Adam would make more sense? I'm not saying this because I love chubby men (I think they're incredibly cute and it makes me want to hug them 😫💗) but I don't know, I just think that with all of his diet, which isn't the best, it made him gain a little weight in the meantime.

• He felt bad about being the only human in heaven

This is because of an art I saw on Pinterest and it made me reflect on it. Like, when he got to heaven he was the only one with human appearance, all other angels and winners (human souls who reach heaven) had different appearances, such as animal appearances, for example Molly, Angel Dust's sister, who is a spider.

So I think he may have made that mask with horns to feel more integrated into that society and less different.

•Adam plays guitar when he's feeling bad (sad, distressed, stuff like that)

I imagine that whenever Adam is feeling sad, distressed or even stressed, he goes somewhere alone and plays his guitar in calm chords expressing what he feels through the melody played, it would be calm notes but full of feelings, his black gloved fingers hitting the strings while all there is in the place are just him, his guitar and his mind, and no one else to see him like that.

I think that whenever he remembers Lilith and Eva's betrayals, he feels at least a little bad, and then playing his guitar stops and takes away all that bad feeling in his chest, even if it just goes away temporarily.

I imagine the following scenario, late afternoon almost dusk as the cotton white clouds take on a yellowish tone as the sun slowly sets bringing the night with it, while the sun brought the night with it, in Adam's chest that bitter feeling grew as memories knocked on the door again, leaving him more moody than usual, making him fly away from the city with his guitar to sit on the golden gates of heaven and as he plays the guitar calmly emptying that feeling from his chest so that the next day he pretends that nothing happened, but he knows, he knows that that will forever be stuck in his mind.

• He's not as popular as he says he is

Going back to that topic I said about him hiding behind a false narcissistic personality and high ego, I think that him being popular is a lie, both sexually and in society, I know, he is the first man and that would make him popular and the fact that he is a guitarist in a band, but think with me, would you like to be in the presence of someone or have relationships with someone who only knows how to curse all the time and talk about himself and how many girls he had sex with over the weekend?

Well, at least I think that everything he says is just stuff to inflate his ego and feel good about himself.

• He likes 80s rock bands

This is just in my head, I feel like Adam would like 80s rock bands like Metallica or Guns N' Roses, maybe even Slipknot, bands in general that have the same type of music that he plays, I also think he enjoys guitar solos like Slash or the solo from the song "Master of puppets".

I also think that his band's style follows the same style as these bands, I don't know, like I said it's just my headcanon.

•Adam has a fear or trauma of apples

This is supposed to be a little funny

This headcanon came to mind when a friend of mine who also knows Hazbin hotel made the joke that Adam is afraid or traumatized by apples because of the whole forbidden fruit of Eden thing and betrayal by Eve.

Imagine, Lute simply eating an apple near him and he freaks out, ripping the apple out of her hands and throwing it away.

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I honestly feel like Adam deserved a chance to change, a chance at redemption, a chance to really be loved and really love, no sex, no divine obligation, just real love.

Well guys that's what I have for now, I'll try to remember more headcanons for a next post, maybe even some +18, but for now that's all I have in my mind.

Thank you so much for reading, kisses in your heart 💗🤘🏻

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[thatfreshi]

Forever and Ever (Astarion x Reader)

I'm going to sob and throw up everywhere this was so incredibly sweet.

Tw - mention of scars (i think that's it)

Recommended Song: Ronson Princess - Clarence James

Waking up to the sunlight gleaming through the red fabric, you and Astarion wrapped in each other's arms. It's odd for you to wake up before him, especially since he doesn't have to sleep all that much, but he's been particularly stressed the past couple of days. Baldur's Gate has brought up a lot of unpleasant memories, things he would've rather left behind. But sadly, everything has brought you back here, and he still wants Cazador dead. Perhaps that's what's weighing on him so heavily, knowing facing his master is so close.

You stare at his sleeping face for a long while, letting the sun continue trickling in, knowing soon he won't get this, soon that freedom of being in the sun, it'll be taken from him, just like everything else. Today you've prepared very special plans, kindly getting everyone to leave camp for the day. Before things change drastically, you want him to have something nice, a day without fighting, a day without talking about Cazador, a day without walking past taverns that he'd rather forget. You continue to smile at him, as his eyelids slowly flicker open. He smirks.

"I can practically hear you staring at me you know."

"Well good, at least you know how gorgeous I think you are."

You leave a kiss on his nose. Locking his fingers into yours, you start tracing his knuckles, all the little lines, tiny scars from fights, the callouses on his palm. He'd deny that he had them to anyone else.

"So... I have a surprise for you."

His ears perk up.

"Oh really? Whatever did I do to deserve such a thing?"

"You know I've said this a million times, but you don't have to do anything to deserve a gift my love. I just know you've been really stressed since we got back in the city, so I thought it would be nice if we had a day away from everything, just to ourselves."

"As if we could ever get time to ourselves with our hooligan friends."

You grin.

"That's the best part, I got them all to go do something else today, so we have the entire camp to ourselves!"

You feel a little bad, being so excited that your friends are leaving you alone, but Astarion likes the quiet. Sure, he's a performer, making little quips in a crowd, but it's that solitude, especially with you, that he cherishes. Maybe he was Stockholmed into it, being forced to be alone so often, but it was usually better than dealing with his 'siblings,' or Cazador. At least rats can't cut you up when they feel like having a good time.

"You seriously kicked out all of our friends so we could be alone for the day? However did you manage that?"

"I may have put some of your manipulation tactics to use..."

Last night, you just so happened to make an off-handed comment about something that would interest each of them. It wasn't too hard, especially since everyone in your group is obsessive over one subject at least, if not more. One by one, they decided they'd spend the day checking out something in the city.

"I have never been more in love with you."

You lock lips, running your hands through his hair, realizing that quite uncharacteristically, he hasn't washed it in days. He's usually quite ritualistic with his appearance, no doubt due to how he always had to look perfect. The habits simply stuck around, but he doesn't mind all that much.

"So, I have a whole day of activities planned!"

He sighs, thinking you mean some intensive itinerary.

"Okay maybe not activities, but nice little calming things to do. I call it... self-care day."

You look way too proud of yourself, and Astarion makes it known.

"What, dear gods, is self-care day? I am all for caring about yourself, as I am spectacular, but an entire day?"

"Yes. It's supposed to be overkill. Just a whole day of absolute bullshit, so you don't have to worry about anything!"

"As if I have ever gone a day without worrying."

You sit up, lifting him up to sit with you.

"Well, we're going to try, because you deserve it. Pleaseeeeee, I just want to spoil you."

He can't ignore your pleading, especially when you look at him with those soft eyes, a gaze that could ask for anything and he'd oblige.

"Alright fine, I will follow along on your self-care day, even if it sounds a little silly."

"Great! So, remember how I went out after dinner last night, and I told you that you couldn't come with me because I was doing something super special and secret?"

"Oh, when I was terrified of you roaming the city by yourself? No, why would I remember that at all?"

His voice is absolutely dripping in sarcasm.

"You know as well as anyone that I can take care of myself, you just like being a chivalrous piece of shit to people that are mean to me."

He shrugs.

"Yes. That sounds entirely reasonable, why would I not do that?"

"Okay yes whatever you like protecting me blah blah blah. We're getting away from the story. I found lots of cool little things, for example..."

Your voice trails off as you dig through your bag, trying to find the cloth sack you got your hands on yesterday. After you find it, you slowly open the pouch.

"I found your favorite tea!"

It's quite a particular brew, one you're pretty sure was made in this city. It's almost impossible to find anywhere else, and when you find it here, it's usually expensive. You hand the bag to him, and he takes in the scent. Blackberry, lavender, ginger, and a couple notes of citrus. Is it way too complex? Yes, quite, but he likes to dissect the flavor, focusing on the different components in the drink.

"You remember that thing I said, what was it... about saving money for, oh I don't know, a place to live after this? You know this is far too expensive my dear."

"It's fine, I can pickpocket a few people."

He laughs.

"You mean I can pickpocket a few people and you'll say you were there for moral support?"

"Yes."

Astarion simply sighs, because if he didn't love you, gods would he absolutely hate you. You could probably say the same thing about him though, so at least you're even. He grabs two cups from somewhere in the mess of his belongings, and the two of you make your way to the dying campfire. As you grab some water from one of the carafes, he adds some more wood to the fire, casting ignis instead of actually putting in the work to start a fire. Usually you would tease him about how he doesn't know how to start a fire, but today he's allowed to take the easy way out. You begin boiling the water for your tea.

"Okay, time for surprise number two while surprise number one is still cooking up."

"Oh, a second surprise?"

"It's self-care day, not self-care hour. There are many surprises to come."

You quickly walk to Gale's tent, bringing back a charcuterie board, filled with small finely cut fruits and mini cheese wedges.

"Ta-da!"

Astarion takes in the beauty of the spread, his heart fluttering a little. Sure, he doesn't have to eat, but he certainly lives for the finer things in life, and a charcuterie board is one of them. After all, eating things that aren't bloody animals makes him feel a little more normal. You smile, realizing he's actually excited and isn't relentlessly teasing you.

"I bought them last night and had Gale put together the spread this morning. I know it's less romantic but-"

"No my sweet it's... it's wonderful."

The two of you eat heart shaped strawberries and little pieces of cheese while you wait for the tea to brew.

"I know I joked a lot, but I do really appreciate all of this darling. It's nice, to know someone cares about me this much. Especially to know that you care about me this much."

"Of course my love. You deserve this and so much more."

You kiss his neck, leaving a little bit of juice from the strawberries. It's hard sometimes for Astarion to remind himself that the worst is behind him, that all he has to do now is deal with his master, and he can finally leave all of this shit behind him. He can finally have that life he wants, with you in some nice house, sleeping together in a nice bed every single day. It's also hard to remember that you love him, that he isn't some charity case you picked up, that you do all of this out of the kindness of your heart. He thought for the longest time that no one was truly kind, and that if they were, they were going to be dead soon enough, and yet he would do anything it took to keep you safe, one of the kindest souls he's ever met. He tears up a little, thinking about how you would care this much, that anyone could care this much about him.

"Are you okay Aster?"

You wipe a tear off his cheek.

"Yes, I'm alright. Just sentimental, that's all."

The way his eyes get wide when he cries, as if he's letting the world in for once, you always notice it.

"That's okay, you can cry all you want. Besides, usually makes you feel better after."

While you're consoling him, you pour out two cups of tea, handing him the first. You take a sip, realizing why this is his favorite. Sure, it's a lot going on, but there's something luxurious about it, soothing, as if made for royalty. Astarion wipes at a couple of his tears, and takes a sip.

"I'm serious though Tav, you have got to stop spending all of our money after this. I'll take this one nice day, but after that, it's back to pinching pennies for us."

Always worried, always thinking about the next thing, always five steps ahead. He's always had to be, playing his life like chess, knowing he's a pawn in some far greater game, knowing if he makes one wrong move he'll lose everything. You don't blame him one bit. After all, the two of you do need enough money to buy a place after all of this is over, and yet you don't worry about it, knowing you'll figure it out. Things have worked out for you so far, and they'll continue to. They simply must.

"Alright, deal."

After sitting and drinking your tea for a while, talking about what you want in the house when you finally buy it, you lead him down to the nearby creek so you can wash his hair.

"Now I know what you're going to say-"

"What, that I could simply do it myself and that you don't have to do something ridiculous like wash my hair for me?"

"Yes... something like that, yeah."

"Then why would you even try asking if you could?"

"Because I love you, and I want to, and I don't want you to have to worry about it."

You stay silent for a second.

"...and I may have bought a really nice shampoo from a store in the city even though I probably shouldn't have splurged but I just want you to have nice things..."

You make those puppy eyes at him, expecting him to say no or give you some lecture.

"Alright, if you insist."

"Wait, really?"

"Yes. Now go ahead and start before I change my mind and lecture you about how to properly bargain for things."

Now this, is a truly rare occurrence. He's so particular about his hair, to the point where he has to fix it every time you mess with it. You swiftly fill a bucket of water and take the nice shampoo out of your bag, putting yet another strawberry in your mouth.

"Seems like you're enjoying the strawberries much more than I am."

He says as he turns his back to you, the two of you sitting in the grass by the creek.

"Hey, it's a board for the both of us. If you're not eating off of it, that's your loss."

You mumble while still chewing on the fruit. He realizes you're right and grabs another piece of cheese before you eat it all. You motion for him to take his shirt off so he doesn't get water all over it, and soon you start working through his hair. It's sadly become quite knotted the past couple of days, due to neglect from the slump he's been in. You try your best not to get sad about it, knowing it's the truest sign of just how out of it he's been. Between dirt and knots and dried blood, there's plenty for you to work through, slowly but surely cleaning it all out, combing through it along the way.

"Are you sure I'm not going to look like a wet cat when you're done?"

You laugh at him.

"Hey, I never said anything about styling, just that I'd wash it. How it looks after is on you."

You don't see it, but he smiles. He has this moment of realization, a sense of clarity. This is it. The thing he's wanted all his life, he's found it, and it's someone so unlike him. And yet somehow, here you were, madly in love, eating fruit and cheese by the water, simply taking care of each other.

"I want it to stay like this forever."

He says suddenly. Your face lights up.

"Me too."

You put down the comb, wrapping your arms over the tops of his shoulders. He holds onto your hands, as if he's realizing for the first time just how real you are. You're here, and he's here, and you're in love. What a wonderful thing, to truly be in love, to have a plan, to have a future. He never really had a future, just a present, day after day. But now there's hope, a life after today, and tomorrow, and the day after.

"Would you do this again sometime? This whole, self-care thing with me? It's been quite nice."

You leave a couple of kisses on his shoulder, and he feels you smile into his skin.

"Of course. As many times as you want my love. Forever and ever."

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #fluff #comfort

[cultofcreatures]

My Top 15 Vaporwave Horror Movies

I thought I would put together a list of vaporwave/dreamcore/liminal aesthetic horror movies that I find to feel outside of time and space. That's sort of my vibe here on tumblr, and I also like the mantra of "if there's something you want to see that no one has made yet, make it yourself." These are films that I personally love, and the list not meant to be definitive. Remember also that art is subjective. I hope someone out there finds at least one film they want to add to their watchlist! It's been a minute since I've seen some of them, so let me know if I need to correct something.

15. Mandy (2018)

I wish I could add pictures for all of these entries, but I can still only add 10 pictures to a post blah. It's such a shame because I wanted to show off that gorgeous aesthetics of all these films. Oh well. This is a revenge flick about a cult kidnapping Nick Cage's girlfriend and him losing his marbles about it. Definitely recommend if you're the mood for vibes and/or Nick Cage NickCageing.

TW: violence, blood, fire

14. Come True (2020)

This is a haunting, fantastic vibes movie. It feels so otherworldly. It's about a homeless young person participating in a sleep study to be able to safely get some sleep. It would be an almost perfect film if it weren't for the just garbage ending. If you've seen it, you know what I'm talking about. If you haven't, just skip the last 5 minutes, and take it for what the rest of the film is: beautiful.

13. Braid (2018)

This film follows a couple of young drug dealers on the run from their supplier crashing at a mentally unwell friend's house. The catch is they have to play along with their host's unhinged "game" while they hide out. Not gonna lie, this film is trippy af and definitely not for everyone. I can guarantee that no matter what, it is a ride.

TW: heavy drug use, blood

12. Perfect Blue (1997)

A pop star retires to become a full-time actor, which angers some of her fans. Her sense of reality becomes warped when one obsessive fan begins to stalk her. I don't love some of the turns this movie takes when it comes to mental health, but it's hard to deny this film is classic that has stunning animation.

TW: negative depictions of mental disorders, violence, blood

11. Skinamarink (2022)

This controversial found footage movie is sort of hard to describe because it's so otherworldly. Basically, two kids wake up one night to find their dad and all of their doors and windows are missing. Everything about this nostalgic yet terrifying film is vibes and aesthetic: liminal, vaporwave, voidcore, dreamcore, you name it. It feels like a fever dream, and it's a nightmarish journey you won't soon forget, for better or worse.

10. Vivarium (2019)

A couple are looking for a home to share. They follow a strange realtor to an even stranger labyrinthine neighborhood that seems to have no escape. If you're into liminal spaces, this film will definitely scratch that itch for you.

9. Revenge (2017)

This is a r*pe revenge tale that has absolutely beautiful scenery and cinematography. I love the sweeping liminal landscapes and vibrant vaporwave colors. It's a standard plot as far as the genre goes, but it's directed by a woman, so it has a different angle that I find to be superior to most films of the genre.

TW: violence, gore, SA, blood

8. Don't Worry Darling (2022)

A 1950s housewife begins to suspect that something about her utopian community is not what it seems. This film seems to be a bit controversial, too, for some reason. Whatever the case may be, I adore the liminality and dreamy feel of this film. You really get a sense that this world is outside of time and space.

7. It Follows (2014)

This film is straight up about a sexually transmitted curse. Jay sleeps with her boyfriend for the first time, and then finds out she must outpace this demon that can take the shape of anyone forever lest it kill her, or she must pass the curse on to someone else. The shots in this film are to die for. Especially for connoisseurs of the liminal, vaporwave, and dreamcore. Highly recommend for the visuals and music alone.

TW: gore, blood

6. House (1977)

Gorgeous decides to stay with her aunt to hopefully get closer with a group of six of her friends. The girls come to find her aunt's house is more than meets the eye. The visuals and absurdity are what make this movie. It's a classic for a reason.

TW: cartoon gore

5. Akira (1988)

Tetsuo gains psychic abilities via a secret military project and becomes mad with power. It's up to his friends and a small group of psychics to stop him. This is another classic anime. Its 1980s futuristic mentality really lends itself to the vaporwave atmosphere of the cityscape. I highly recommend this classic if you haven't seen it.

TW: violence, body horror

4. Censor (2021)

Enid is a serious film censor with a shrouded past that includes her long-missing sister. She watches a film that bears eerie resemblance to her vague childhood memories that begin to take hold of her as tries to piece them together. I don't think I'm totally clear on when this film takes place, which is what I love about it. It has a spooky surreal quality that will both draw you in and unsettle you.

TW: violence, blood

3. She Dies Tomorrow (2020)

Amy is convinced she is going to die tomorrow. Her friend Jane comes by to comfort her, and then becomes consumed by the thought she will die tomorrow as well. This film is as strange as it is beautiful. It will either leave you in tears or confused af or both.

TW: blood

2. The Neon Demon (2016)

Jesse is a very young, gifted model who is new in town (probably LA). She quickly signs with an agent and begins getting gigs, breeding the contempt of the established models around her. This is probably one of the most visually appealing films I've ever seen. The music is on point. The low key acting is a vibe. I just adore this film. 10/10, highly recommend.

TW: gore, blood

1. The Platform (2019)

A man wakes up in a prison that is an indescribable liminal pit where there are a seemingly never-ending number of levels. A platform full of food is lowered through each level once a day, and everyone on the lower levels must fight to survive. This film is just so utterly anticapitalist and gorgeous that I can't help but sing its praises. I think everyone should watch this movie at least once. It is horrifying yet eye-opening. Certainly one of my favorite films of all time.

TW: gore, violence, blood

Thank you for reading my list! Like I said, I wanted to make a list like this because I couldn't find one when I went looking. I hope you found something to add to your watchlist! I tried to include some of the big TWs for these movies, but they're far from complete lists. So please check websites like doesthedogdie.com for more complete TW lists if you have any concerns. Make decisions that are right for you. Thanks again, and have a happy and safe new year! xx

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[your-regular-toast-enjoyer]

Headcanons: Yandere Damian Wayne x Reader : Reader escapes him.

Damian Wayne x reader. Yandere!Damian Wayne x reader/ Yandere Damian Wayne x Reader

Word count: 1460 words

TW: GN reader, Yandere, kidnapping, adult Damian Wayne (inspired and mostly based off of Damian in Batman beyond & Injustice 2: Gods among us), toxic family relations, obsession. Also, I have a friend that informed me that at the end of the Bruce and Grayson chapters the last sentence is cut off for phone users, I've tried to fix it by just rewriting the cut-off part below the original sentence.

First of all, it would have to be by some incredible stroke of luck that you managed to escape his grip. I imagine that if Damian turns yandere, he’ll indulge more in his “evil” side, so to speak. By that, I mean that he would probably return to his grandfather’s side and retake his place as the heir to the demon’s head, as the Al Ghuls’ less strict moral codes allow him to better keep you to himself. But let’s say that you somehow managed to sneak out without his knowledge, (likely with the help from Bruce and his brothers). Damian would stop at nothing to get you back.

 

Does anyone remember that glimpse we got of Damian as Batman in Batman #666? Yeah…That is how I imagine Damian would be if his beloved ever escaped. He would see you being away from him as an attempt on your life. He’s your protector…At least in his mind. To take you away from your protector is a not-so-hidden attempt to endanger you, right? Well no…But Damian certainly thinks so. So, if you got help from anyone… Good luck to them. Because Damian would blame them for your escape, and he has never been known for being superbly generous to his enemies. They’ll suffer. He’ll make sure of it.

But let’s say that the person helping you escape is one of his brothers or his father. How would he react? Well… It depends on who:

If Bruce is the one helping you, Damian realises that he has a relatively low chance of winning a hand-to-hand combat with his father. That doesn’t mean he’ll give up on you, though. Damian would at first try to negotiate with his father. Explain the reasoning behind his actions. He would attempt to invoke his father’s sympathy. As pathetic as Damian finds the entire thing, he is willing to put down his pride momentarily if it means he’ll get you back. 

If Bruce cooperates and Damian gets you back, you might gain more freedom. Damian would feel indebted to his father for giving him another chance, and he’d attempt to pay his father back by trying to treat you more like a normal lover would.

If his father refuses to give you back to Damian, despite his downright begging, Damian would go ballistic. I’m pretty sure he’d either ask his mother for help, (unsuccessfully since his mother is borderline yandere for his father and doesn’t want him to hate her for aiding in their son’s unhealthy attachment). When that doesn’t work. He’d simply kill his father using underhanded tricks, (probably use one of his brothers as bait to lure his father into a death trap). He won’t like it. No. He’ll despise himself for having done it for the rest of his near-eternal life, but it’ll be worth all the self-loathing as long as he can have you back in his arms. That’s not to mention Talia, who will forever blame you for Bruce’s death. She may or may not attempt to kill you... as retribution for her one true love's death ...

(death ... ) - (for phone users)

If it’s Grayson who helps you, which is probably the most likely as I can imagine Damian informing his oldest brother of where he, (and subsequently you), is, in case he wants to visit. So if Grayson takes you. Damian still rages, but he’ll be more inclined to listen to reason than he would have been otherwise. 

Damian has never hidden the fact that Grayson is his favourite brother, probably his favourite family member, (except you). He can’t bring himself to kill him. But…That doesn’t mean that he won’t extort him. Yeah… He’ll kidnap Barbara, (or Koriand’r, if you’re a Starfire fan), and propose a tradeoff with Richard. If his brother doesn’t bite, he’ll just up the gamble. He’ll kidnap Tim as well, maybe even the rest of Grayson’s old Teen Titan’s/Young Justice team. With all of his friends’ lives in danger, it’s unlikely that Richard will keep protecting you. Even if he does, Damian will fight him. Not to the point of lethality, but hard enough so his brother doesn’t become suspicious. While Grayson is distracted, Damian will have one of the assassins bring you back to the league.

(bring you back to the league.) (For phone users)

If Jason is the one who took you from Damian. Damian would downright cut his brother’s legs off. He really likes Todd, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. Damian doesn’t want him dead, even if Jason took you away from him. He won’t go to the same lengths as with Grayson to keep from killing, but he’ll sooner incapacitate Jason than end his life. I see the whole thing going a little like this:

Jason takes you from the league. (He knows Talia well, and I can see Jason convincing her to let him take you with him. She probably never thought you were quite good enough for her son. It’s nothing personal. She doesn’t dislike you more than anyone else. She just doesn’t think that anyone could ever be worthy of her son).

When you’re back in Gotham, Jason will hide you in one of his many safehouses while waiting for Damian in another. He couldn’t lead his younger brother straight to you by staying with you, so you’ll have to sit tight.

Damian finds Jason. He already knows that you won’t be with his brother. Damian knows Jason isn’t stupid despite having the same muscle mass as Batcow.

The two of them fight, but Damian doesn’t play fair. He probably brought a crowbar or enlisted the help of the Joker, (as stupid of a move as that might seem. Damian knows that the clown is only craving chaos. So chaos is what he’ll get. Joker has no interest in you. He wants to torment Batman, and what better way to do that than to work with Batman’s youngest son to kidnap someone). Jason takes one look at either the crowbar or the Joker, and he feels himself fall back into the memory of the warehouse. He’s horrified, and no matter how hard he tries to push it all away, it’s too much. 

Jason is weakened by Damian’s tricks, and the younger Wayne promptly breaks his brother’s legs beyond repair. Thus making sure that he won’t be a future problem. He’ll interrogate Jason about your whereabouts, but Jason doesn’t break.

In the end, one of Damian’s assassins finds you and brings you to him. Jason is devastated. He failed you, and all he can do is yell profanities at Damian as you’re carried away, out of his sight.

If it’s Tim who tried to save you… Oh, dear… Damian won’t care about what happens to the “replacement”. Damian will find Tim and if you’re with him, Damian will simply take you, kill Tim and go back to the League of Assassins’ base. If you’re not with Tim, Damian grows furious. Not only did his most “useless” brother take you away from him, but he also let you out of his sight. You could’ve hurt yourself! Damian’s ire only grows as Tim prepares to fight him. For Damian, this is not just a question of Tim taking you from him. It’s also a fight to prove whether Tim was really ever worthy of his position next to Bruce, his position as the former Robin and his current position as Red Robin. With Damian’s rage and his lack of morals, he easily wins the fight. Perhaps Tim let his brother win to show Damian that he actually follows Bruce’s rules and would never kill, as opposed to Damian, thus mocking the green-eyed warrior one last time. Damian draws Tim’s final moments out. An assassin has already found you. You were hiding nearby, having followed Tim’s instructions, which turned out to be faulty due to Damian arriving sooner than expected. A last “Demon spawn” leaves Tim’s bloodied lips as Damian slowly drags his katana out of Tim’s chest, cleaning it with an old handkerchief, which is left stained red.

No matter whether you escaped on your own or with the help of someone else. Damian will lock you in your shared bedroom whenever he isn’t available, putting twice as many guards near you at all times. He might even have you sit next to him or on his lap while he commands the League by his mother and grandfather’s side, (if he isn’t already the head of the league at this point). He won’t punish you too harshly, but he might smack you to the ground once when you get home. That’s only if you escaped on your own, though. If someone else helped you, he’d delusionally think that they simply kidnapped you against your will and that you honestly love being with him.

#yandere damian wayne #yandere x reader #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne #yandere damian wayne x reader #yandere dc

[megsforpresident]

Damn you, Steven Hyde! - Fluff

Steven Hyde x fem! Reader

A/N: Hi! this is the first one shot i have ever posted anywhere to be honest, but I've been obsessed with That 70s show and I wrote this directly here knowing that i would be forced to post it.

English is not my first language but I always loved to write so hopefully this is not too bad. let me know what you think!

I will make a part 2 of this, that will contain smut.

trope: two idiots in love, a little bit of miss-comunication.

TW: name calling, swearing, bad bad writing, smoking weed, under-age drinking. i think that's all, let me know if there are other things i should consider.

anyway, here we go!

"Oh c'mon, I'll spend the night with you Fez." You promised. "We can watch a movie if you want, your pick." Fez smiled and crunched down a bit, hugging your neck from behind since you were sitting down on 'Hyde's chair'.

"This is why you are my favorite, Y/N/N." He smiled, accent thick on his tongue.

It was true. You were always nice to Fez and, even if you were Eric's twin sister, you were the only girl in the group that was single and Fez always thought he could have his way with you like he did with Donna and Jackie, if they were single.

Being Eric's twin sister had it's good sides. You were your parents favorite. It was more than likely to happen when you are the youngest and a girl. You weren't whoreing around high school like your older sister Laurie had been, and you brother, well Red just thought he was a dumbass while Kitty tried to baby him.

You didn't need that tho. you knew how to stand up for yourself, you were well behaved and your parents trusted you. Even if you did exactly the same things Eric did, it was always more fun to you even if you got caught.

Another thing, your friends were his and, most of the times, vice versa. The both of you had been friends with Donna, Hyde and Kelso since forever, always hanging out in your basement.

The bad side was Hyde. Not him necessarily, but the close relationship with him. You and Hyde would flirt all the goddamn time until your brother got uncomfortable.

Since you were around 11 or 12 that you had been fighting over who sits in that chair just for the sake of it, and that only stopped when you both decided by sharing a look that you would do anything to annoy your brother, so Hyde pulled you to his lap and ever since then, you would always sit on the chair or on Hyde, it basically just became a habit to everyone really.

And you absolutely adored the relationship you had with him. That's what fucked it up, Hyde grew up to be exactly your type. Or maybe your type was based on Hyde. You just know that on your last sleep over with Donna and Jackie when you borrowed your mom's cosmo you figured that Hyde filled all the categories as your dream man. And oh boy, did they tease you about it.

"But in all seriousness." Jackie said after a few laughs. "Hyde would never deserve a girl like you."

And that played over and over in your head.

After that you had gone to the disco and you bugged and bugged and bugged Hyde to come with all of you until he said yes.

That night you had danced with Fez after Jackie and you totally tired him out, after that you tried to dance with Kelso, cheer him up a bit and teach him a few moves so that he could keep up with Jackie before he realised that Fez and Jackie were outside alone.

And even after dancing for so long, you still wanted to keep going. You got that from your mother. The problem was, you obviously wouldn't dance with your brother, specially because he can't dance for the life of him.

"Hey that guy over there looks like he can dance." Donna declared, pointing over your shoulder. "He's been looking at you since you were dancing with Fez." She added quietly, mostly to your brother sake because he was obviously over protective of you.

In Eric's mind, if anything happened to you while you were both out, Red would absolutely kill him for not protecting his precious little angel enough.

"Let's see if he can dance." You add with a smirk, getting ready to get up.

"You wanna dance?" Hyde said before you even could get up. You looked at him puzzled, as did Eric and Donna. "C'mon, let's dance." He got up and grabbed your hand.

So that night you danced with Hyde to Fernando by ABBA. And he told you that he wanted to kiss you. And just for a tiny moment you thought he was joking, before you saw the seriousness in his eyes. And, god, did you wish the song could have lasted just a minute longer because you would've absolutely kissed him right there.

Ever since then, it had been different between you two, but only you had noticed. Hyde didn't want to make you weird around him and since you didn't answer, he took it as a hint that you would always be just friends.

That was another bad side of being a Forman. There were things that were hard to talk about, specially feelings. You got that from Red. But did you want to have the guts to tell Hyde how you felt.

When Christmas came along, he gave you his gift on the cruiser. He didn't get anything to anyone else because he didn't have the Money to do so.

He gave you the polaroid you had taken with Jackies camara on the next town over that you had lost over a rock, paper or scissors game. Hyde put a black frame on it with a bracelet from the concert you went to that night, and it had been in your night stand since he gave it to you.

You got him a new pair of sunglasses. The same exact ones he had and had you worked your ass off to find them. You were the only one who noticed they were broken so the lent would fall out. And he smiled so big when he opened the box, it was like he own a contest.

You thought he got the hint. He didn't. So now here he was, bragging about Chrissy, and the wild sex they just had, and how she had asked him to move to New york.

You weren't even listening until you heard your brothers pinchy voice, telling him he couldn't.

"Damn it Forman, now I lost my train of thought." He got up angry, touching your shoulder so he could sit on the chair. "Hey sweetheart." He said loudly, like he always did, coming to kiss your cheek, like he always did before you both sat back down.

"Hey Hyde." You said with a small smile, but avoided his kiss, reaching for the cruiser keys that were on the table. "What do you say Fez, wanna go grab a few movies?"

"Oh yes. Maybe the pretty blonde that works there will be there." He said excited, reaching for his jacket.

"Wait for us." You said more to your brother, knowing that as soon as Donna was gone and Michael was back they would get high, and you always did it with them, Donna didn't because she didn't like the smell.

Hyde found your behaviour weird since you never acted like that with him but your brother made the stupid joke that you were probably on your period which Donna hit him in the arm for, and quickly got back to trying to get Hyde from going to New york.

When you got to the video store, you gave Fez enough Money to rent two movies and stayed in the car. You cried, and you were woman enough to admit that you cried. Out of jealousy that he was with that Chrissy bitch, that he would leave town, but mostly because he would leave town with her.

You only realised Fez got back because he hugged you and you appreciated it even if you made him promise not to say anything and didn't exactly tell him why you were crying.

As soon as Eric heard the vista's doors closing, he got the pot from its hiding place.

"I don't think is a good ideia Hyde." Your brother said when it started to kick in.

And you blacked out. Not literally, you just didn't want to listen.

"Y/N you gonna help me and Fez out?" Eric asked.

"Nop." You answered, getting up from where you were resting against Michael. "Hyde can go to hell for all I care." And he laughed.

"Don't kiss my ass, sweetheart."

"But Y/N/N weren't you crying in the car because of..." And before Fez could continue, you threw a shoe at him. Yes, a shoe because your stoned mind couldn't think of anything else.

"You were crying?" Eric and Hyde asked at the same time but you quickly ignored them.

"I gotta pee." And with that you left before anymore questions.

The feeling left and Hyde went home to pack his bag, his mind set on going even after your brother's many tries. After dinner and before he went on his 'drive' with Donna, Eric tried to bug the truth out of you but you wouldn't open up.

"You don't want to tell me, fine." He said, annoyed. "I'm going over to Hyde's to try and talk him, do you wanna come?"

"Eric, mom and dad already talked to him, you bugged him all afternoon, me talking to him won't change anything, it won't either if you just keep repeating the same thing." You finally said, finishing up washing the plates from dinner.

"You haven't even said anything, I thought you cared for Hyde a little bit more." He said before he left and you just kept washing the dishes.

After a few minutes Donna showed up, sitting on the high stool as you cleaned the counter.

"Eric went to see Hyde before he left, he might be a bit late." You told Donna, avoiding looking at her knowing that she would know how you felt by just looking at you.

"And you stayed because?"

"It wouldn't matter if I went." Your voice was clearly emotional, not thinking about anything else but losing your best friend Hyde over New York, and the wild bimbo Chrissy.

"He likes you! You could make him stay!" Now Donna got up and you looked at her. "What are you waiting for? For him to leave with that bimbo? He's going to ruin his life in New york, Y/N/N. Talk to him, have him ruin his life here, with us." You laughed a bit.

"Do you really think I could make him stay?" You asked on a small voice, clearly wanting to ask something else.

"Of course!" Donna said. "Hyde is absolutely crazy for you." She smiled and you just left the counter half cleaned before you ran to the living room.

"I'm going out, but I promise I won't be gone long." You said before you tried to leave.

"Hold it." Said Red Forman and, you didn't even register before you stopped and turned back to the living room. "You're finally going to talk to Steven?"

"Yes daddy." You mumbled. You could have tried to fool your dad but it wouldn't pass the Red-dar.

"Take the Toyota. I don't want you walking alone so late at night." He pointed to the keys on the high table behind him.

"Thank you daddy!" You kissed his cheek and ran to the garage pass Donna showing her the keys.

You drove quickly but a lot more careful than you would have done if it was with the cruiser. Parking next to the cruiser, you quickly checked yourself in the mirror, cleaning the remaining tears and fixing your lashes, knowing that Hyde would know if you were crying.

When you got to his front porch, you saw Eric and Hyde sitting, laughing a bit. Nervously, you put your hands on the front pocket of your denim skirt and walked to them, clearing your throat so they would notice you and stop the conversation, never trusting what they talked about when alone and definitely didn't want to over hear.

"Hey Y/N/N, did you walk here?" Your brother asked quickly. "Why didn't you wait until I got back?"

"Red borrowed me the Toyota." You said showing Eric the keys. "Be careful when you back up the cruiser."

"Oh right." He said, looking between the two of you. Eric might be dumb most of the times but this one he could tell. "I guess I'll see you around if I ever go to the big Apple Hyde. Good luck." And with that they hugged, Hyde thanked him, and Eric left.

It might have been a twin thing, but you shared a look and you knew Eric hoped to every God out there that you would get Hyde to stay, even if you were going to try, it made you lose a little bit of hope that it was all up to you now.

"Hey sweetheart." He tried again, reaching for a cigarette in his pocket.

Tears were back in your eyes when you finally got closer to him, pushing him in the chest.

"How dare you, Steven?!" You asked annoyed. "How dare you even think of leaving without saying goodbye?!"

"Sweetheart..." He started, finally noticing the tears on your face, trying to get closer to you but you pushed him again, pointing a finger to his face.

"No. Don't 'sweetheart' me. You were supposed to leave this town with me. Follow me to college like a creep and sneak into my dorm room like we promised." And that's when it hit him.

You had promised that one time on a sleep over when you woke up in the middle of the night and Hyde went to use your bathroom. He was the only boy you would let use your bathroom and he noticed you were up. You both got high on the room just outside your window and made that promise with each other before you went back inside and read to him the book Eric had gotten you for christmas and you both fell asleep.

Before he could respond, you had glued yourself to his torso, crying quietly on his chest.

"Don't go. Please." You asked before he tossed the cigarette aside and hugged you back. He calmed you down, before you pulled back to look at him.

You took the glassed from his face and held his face lightly. "Even if I lost my change with you, Steven, please don't go. I don't want to lose my best friend." You whispered.

And this time it was Hyde that was absolutely speechless, just like you were the night at the disco.

"I think I really want to kiss you right now, y/n." Your breath changed, as Steven reached to put a strand of hair behind your ear. "You don't have to kiss me back if you don't want to."

And with that you took initiative, you pulled his face to yours and kissed him. You felt him smile into the kiss, holding your neck and your waist as you passed one hand to his hair pulling him to you and smiled back.

"Promise me another one of those and I might just stay the rest of my life in this stupid town." Hyde joked when you broke a part and you both laughed a bit before you pulled him back in for another kiss.

"Can have as many as you want if you go tell that bimbo you're not going with her." You joked this time.

"Oh baby, are you jealous?" Steven tried to joke as you pulled him inside his house and picked up his bag. "Straight to the bedroom, hum?" He pulled you back by the hips, kissing your neck.

"Steven?" His mother asked, loudly.

"Gotta be quiet baby love." He whispered in your ear.

"Not right now, pretty boy. You got a heart to break." You pushed him back from you a lot softer than you had done outside. "Hurry up and you might just get lucky." Kissing his cheek you, left to the living room.

You knew his mom, and she surprisingly liked you.

"Hey Edna." You gave her a warm smile before she turned from inside the fridge to look over her shoulder.

"Oh hey Y/N! What a beer?" She took two out of the fridge as she asked and turned to you. "Would offer you a soda but I don't have any."

"Yeah sure, I'll take one." You kept your cool.

"Take a seat." She offered and you sat at the small kitchen table. "What are you doing here?"

"Steven came to pick some of his stuff up, we're having a sleep over." You lied easily, taking a drink of your beer.

"You are good to him." She said, sitting across from you and only then you realised that she was drunk. "I think he has a crush on you." Edna laughed.

"Mom." You heard Steven whine from the kitchen door.

"Really?" You laughed. "Do you have anything to say about it Steven?" Before you could embarrass him further he pulled you hand and started walking through the house to get out like it was eating him alive.

"I'm staying at Foreman's tonight." Was all he said before you both left the house, and he forced you to run to the Toyota.

part 2 - to be added.

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[littleskeletonprincessss]

Prince Charming - Schlatt x Reader

TW: THIS INCLUDES CNC DNI IF YOU DO NOT LIKE

(Written on discord again)

Maybe you're a princess, and he's just some commoner (or works for you) and has fallen in love with you, like obsessed and insanely jealous of all your pathetic suitors. Maybe he takes you on a walk as a bodyguard, and you guys were friends? So when he takes you down a different path than normal, you don't question it. Except he traps you somehow and holds something over your mouth so you go to sleep while he's humming in your ear to comfort you. (It's not working, you're scared) and when you wake up, you don't know where you are... you look down and you're in a different dress, lying, tied, on a bed. Did Schlatt dress you? The once white dress was now a dishwater gray, like it'd been sitting in hiding for years. Looking around the room, you see a mirror and see that your hair is in a haphazard braid, and the makeup that had been applied to your face was smeared as if it'd been rushed. If you were honest, the lipstick seemed as if someone had kissed you when it was freshly applied, leaving their marks ghosting across your cheek and the edges blurred. A crown made of sticks, glass, anything that would have been found in the garbage, sat upon your head.

"My princess is awake." You'd hear from the doorway. Looking over, you'd see schlatt, now dressed in a dirty button-up, the top few undone, letting his wiry chest hair peek through. His tie was only draped around his neck, like he was too lazy to knot it.

"What's going on?" Your voice trembled.

"Oh, Princess." Schlatt mocked, steeping towards you, his long stride moving him across the room to your bedside in only a moment.

Sitting down, he'd brush the loose strands of hair from your eyes.

"Shhh. It's only me, yeah? I gonna take such good care of you. " He'd say, tone sickly sweet.

"Where are we, Schlatt?"

"Oh my love I can't tell you that, silly girl. And it doesn't matter, all you need to know is this is gonna be our home now. After we're married your gonna be my princess forever.

"And you're gonna cook, and clean, and gonna be a mommy for me, okay baby?" He'd lean down, kissing your neck."

"Married?"

"I know honey. I love you so much. I always have, ever since I first saw you from the streets of the kingdom. You were so pretty. So so beautiful and sparkling in your dress. I fell in love with you that day baby." He kissed your neck again. "Knew none of those suitors were food enough for you. Knew none of them could take care of you like me." He hand rested on your upper thigh.

"Schlatt-"

"Shh, shh' He'd cut you off with a kiss. 'Just let me take good care of my princess.' You'd watch his hand move to his pocket where he pulled out a blade before ripping the bottom of the dress from waist to toe.

"Schlatt, please." You'd say, trying to cover yourself.

"You know it's not proper to call your husband by his name, my love . And don't worry about the dress. I'm sure the couple I stole these clothes from won't be missing these from their graves. That's gonna be us someday, you know. Together forever, even through death. Buried in our wedding clothes." He'd toss the blade to the side before brushing his hand between your legs.

"Oh, so warm, aren't you, baby? Does your Prince need to take care of his Princess?"

You couldn't hold back the slight moan that passed your lips.

"Oh, listen to those sweet noises. They're better than I've ever dreamed about.' He'd push one finger deep inside you, freeing another moan, louder than the first. "There ya go, baby. Good princess..."

Schlatt contimud to play with you, watching your face. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched his other hand palm the hard bulge in his stolen pants. His mouth would fall open in a silen prayer. "Fuck, got me do hard for you, Sweetie. Here we go, feel my cock. Isn't it hard for uou?" He say, taking your hand and forcefully holding it to his crotch. "That's gonna be inside your tight little cunt in a little bit. Gonna fuck a baby inside you with it."

"And you're gonna learn to suck it like the perfect little wife you are. Gonna make me so happy, angel."

A few minutes later, after you were properly warmed up, schlatt moved to kneel over you. Pushing your legs apart, he ripped your panties. Kissing your knee while he unfastens his belt, he keeps eye contact with you. "Gonna push all this dick inside you; finally claim you, doesn't that sound nice?'

You were too scared to even respond, but your body betrayed you as your felt your pussy flutter at his words

'You're ready for your husband, aren't you baby?" He'd say before lining himself up and pushing all the way into you - you'd get used to him all at once.

"Ah-!" You'd cry out, eyes closing in the sharp pain you felt as he took your virginity from you.

Leaning forward, schlatt would kiss away any that that fell.

"My good baby; such a good little wife for me. The perfect little bitch" He'd mumble in your ear, hand coming up to squeeze your tit, nipple hard with arousal.

Schlatt would not start slow. He'd immediately start to thrust in and out, in and out. Eventually, the pain would dull, and you'd begin to feel the pleasure that was supposed to come from making love. It felt like hours until he came inside you, making you feel warm and sticky but satisfyingly full. You'd around him one or two times, and everything that was pooling between your legs began to drip down your thighs and ass and onto the bed.

"No, no, honey," schlatt would say, noting the escape. "Gotta keep it inside to get you nice and knocked up.' He'd say, lifting your legs over his shoulders and leaning over you, keeping your chests pressed together as he strokes your tired fucked out face. 'Gonna make me a little heir, aren't you? Maybe twins? Gonna make us a kingdom, my love." Before pressing a kiss to your lips

#schlatt #jschlatt #schlatt x reader #jschlatt x reader #schlatt smut #jschlatt smut

[animeyanderelover]

I have never watched Saiki K so I hope I got everything right in here. By the way, this has to be one of the most OP characters I've ever read about. So darling is obviously extremely overpowered too.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive relationship, obsession, stalking, manipulation, gaslighting, threats

Darling with Saiki K powers

Illumi Zoldyck

🤎 Darling would be pretty well-known and famous if they'd use their powers in any public way or they try to hide their powers precisely because they are afraid everyone will come after them. If Illumi heard about you before personally knowing you, he'd probably only be a very bit interested since you might just be the most powerful being walking on earth. From telepathy, teleportation to changing the whole world with a single thought, who wouldn't come after you if knowing that. The Zoldyck family would most definitely get involved if such a chase after you would really happen since they're certainly interested too and also know what dangers might come if someone would use you. If someone can catch you that is since you can travel through time and even erase and change memories.

🤎 I can honestly imagine darling being very quirky and eccentric since they're aware how allmighty they are and Illumi would definitely see it as a waste of potential if they wouldn't be an assassin or wouldn't really use their power at all. They could have the whole world at their feet after all. Illumi is possessive and controlling though so he finds himself struggling since he's smart enough to know that he doesn't really stand a change against someone like you. He tries to analyze you for any weaknesses you might potentially have, family or friends for example, only to not be able to succeed. This is ridiculously unfair and no one is more aware of that than darling themselves is. He definitely ends up brooding about his own inability and he's actually a bit shocked to find himself thinking that way. Failure has never been an option for him, this is the first time he has found himself utterly defeated. He's always lingeroung near you though, stalking you and observing you because there has to be a way.

Chrollo Lucilfer

📖 It's either him knowing your powers before knowing you or knowing you before being aware of your powers. If he has heard about your abilities, he's definitely coming to steal your abilities and add it to his collection. It's probably quite difficult to track darling down though since they probably make sure to hide themselves and their true identity so well so it isn't even unlikely for Chrollo to just randomly meet darling without knowing that they're the person he has been searching for. In that case he gets to know them and notices that they're a bit of a weirdo who doesn't have much friends but he finds them interesting so he overlooks all their weird antics. I'm pretty sure darling might already be aware since they have probably already read his mind and therefore know who he is and that he's after them but also knows that he doesn't know that the person he's searching for is right next to him.

📖 Honestly, you can allow yourself to be friends with one of the most wanted criminals in history since you know about his Nen-ability and even if some of your abilities are rather difficult to control, you can use many others which are by themselves already plenty strong. So even if Chrollo thinks that he has the upper hand, darling is really the one wearing secretly the crown in here. Chrollo finds out at one point though, the latest would be when he tries to abduct you since he wants to keep you with him forever where you reveal a slice of your abilities before fleeing, merciful enough to leave his memories intact. It's then that Chrollo realizes who you were all along and finds himself deeply impressed with how you were able to fool himself for so long. Others would probably give up at one point when realizing just how powerful you are but that's what makes Chrollo rather dangerous. He doesn't give up even if he is aware that it might just be impossible to keep darling for himself. You could say that capturing you and keeping you becomes his only desire in life. If he finds out even one weak spot of yours, he will abuse the hell out of it.

Machi Komacine

🪡 Machi is pretty much the tamest from the whole bunch in here. She doesn't really hunt others down or wants to steal their powers unless it's for the sake of the troupe and Chrollo.Otherwise Machi doesn't desire power solely for herself or gets into unnecessary conflicts, she's a more logical person after all. A chance encounter is therefore most likely to happen with her somewhere in a city. She doesn't assume anything the first time she stumbles upon them besides noting that they definitely tick a bit differently than the average person but she doesn't go out of her way to get to know them. In order for Machi to get closer to you, you'd have to be someone she meets more frequently so she eventually feels comfortable enough when you talk to her since she knows you a bit and you aren't anymore just a random stranger to her.

🪡 Machi has a good hunch so she has a feeling that you're special but she doesn't suspect you to be someone who could reshape the entire planet with a single thought and you won't tell her just like that either. You've already read her mind so you know all about her but also know that she isn't the type to analyze you and find your weak spots in order to use them against you. She is a good person but her position in the Phantom Troupe has you hesitating to admit to her the full truth. She's deadly loyal to them after all even if you would have no problem fighting and winning against her. You just don't want to, she's one of very few close people you have. From all people here Machi is the highest chances to be told the truth though, something that will even shock her more obviously than expected. She'd definitely advice you to continue keeping it a secret from others since everyone would otherwise come for you. Considering that she knows that you're aware of her own obsession anyways, she wouldn't deny it anymore but also guarantee to you that she would never harm you. She's fully aware that she wouldn't stand a chance against you either.

#yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hxh #yandere illumi #yandere illumi zoldyck #yandere chrollo #yandere chrollo lucilfer #yandere machi #yandere machi komacine

[accidentalshifter]

Vampire Diaries/Originals-verse [Dawn Misplaced] DR:

⚜️ TW: My Mikaelsons are a ✨️ problem ✨️ and how they behave (or don't) will probably be unpredictable. Blood, sex, death, abuse, violence, & dark themes. I don't condone any of their actions, I'm just documenting them for science.

*Some things from previous posts might be reiterated upon in this one. Y'all this is super TLDR, be warned.

It's impossible to talk about this DR without talking about the unfinished fanfiction that sprang into my brain last year and refused to die; "Dawn Misplaced". After watching half a season of the Originals & relating heavily to the Mikaelson's generational trauma/cycles, this plot bunny appeared, assuring me that I should totally sin against the canon & create an alternate universe before I watched all of the source material...

So, William Webb and his adopted daughter Zoey St. Claire (Webb) was born. My OC had so much of myself inside of her that she was technically a self-insert or in shifting theory, a DR self. And William, now that I think hard about it, is probably a representation of my own generational trauma that I saw playing out in the show. Ahh, apologies for reading too much into that. Anyways!

Keep in mind that I had only watched season one and two of the Originals (and half of the first season of Vampire Diaries) before Zoey self-insert brain rot took full effect. Little did I know that many of my plot ideas for Dawn Misplaced ended up being explored by TVD in season three/four via Alaric Saltzman and The 5. (It was a trip watching those episodes for the first time recently with a friend) Like Alaric, William was a vampire hunter forced into action by tragedy & succumbed to the dark obsession inside of him that urged him to kill vampires at all costs. There's only one real difference between Alaric and William's slaying methods; killing innocent kids. Alaric at least had some sort reasonable criteria for who he'd murder. William Webb, on the other hand, was willing to slaughter a whole damn orphanage if it meant putting a stake in the vampire menace forever.

Zoey St. Claire was one of the seven children who managed to survive William's slaughter. Although, he insists it was a "necessary evil" for his experiment to work. You see, he'd run across a very old book that his ancestor, Will Webb (the first) had written, documenting a ritual meant to create a super slayer. A living weapon. Just as strong, fast, invulnerable to compulsion, and able to withstand a beating from a vampire. But was more intended for the sole purpose of killing The Originals. Yes, my DR self is fighting her intense instinct to murder her neighbors. (Are you getting that FNAF vibe? William Webb=TVD Purple Guy).

Basically, it's the Missing Children Incident all over again.

My super slayer idea was real close if not the same as "The Five." Of course, I'll never know because all Dawn Misplaced ended up being was this:

As I mentioned in previous posts, the waking dreams started with that simple plot bunny and did not stop. Growing a life all their own despite my best efforts to starve it, uproot it, and purge it from my memories. I've written other fanfics before, abandoning them when I eventually lost my muse, but this one? Like a vampire, refuses to die.

Half a year is a long ass time to keep having intrusive minishifts, so. My friend in fandom crime suggested I should give into my delulu and start yanking back on the tugs. Even if it is just all in my head.

Now, I'm not new to shifting practices. Since my childhood days locked in a bedroom, I've been super good at dissociating & exploring different realities within my dreamworld. But that's just it isn't it? This DR isn't really mine. Sure, the Dawn Misplaced elements of it are. Will and Zoey are. The rest of it, though? It's built upon a foundation I didn't lay. It's a sum total of the books, the TV series, & all of the dreamers who've dreamt of the Mikaelsons. Of course it's resistant to scripting and has a life of its own. I'm only one singular drop in a pond.

It's like...

So, while I can't control what the characters will do or the scenarios that'll unfold once I begin shifting to [Dawn Misplaced DR], I can control how I choose to react. I'll have to be more cunning than the plot. The only thing I seem to do okay with is "I'm back in my CR" and (recently) which location I get dropped into. Mystic Falls or The French Quarter. Idk, maybe I'm just a bad shifter even if I've been doing it for a while...

I'm going to have to be more stubborn than the sum total of the fandom itself.

*Using the Taglock Method has been helping me somewhat in focusing.

However, here's the scripts that I HOPE I can get to work:

⚜️ While in DR, I share the strengths & skills of Zoey St. Claire (Webb) as a slayer.

⚜️ Using Taglock Method bound to an epoxy ring I wear both in my CR and DR, I can eject myself from the DR when taking off the ring and enter it when wearing the ring. (This one seems to work)

⚜️ All houses owned by William Webb are a safe spot. (This one should work because it cooperates with TVD/Originals canon)

⚜️ Retain memories of CR self while in DR. (As long as I'm doing awake daydreaming, I seem to be able to do that)

...And what about an s/o, you say? 🫠 I think I've got bigger fish to fry. I'm not going to try and force anything to happen if it even does. After all, I'm no Elena Gilbert! Trying to date in the "real world" is already hard enough...

Additional BONUS LORE for DM that may or may not become relevant because my DR is an unruly child and it was only just ideas I'd casually thrown around in my brain for the fanfic:

⚜️ William Webb (the first) was an exorcist priest for the Vatican. His journals document the various "demonic spirits" he expelled and eventually spiraled into unhinged ranting. On the surface, at least. William Webb (the later) was able to decipher the super slayer ritual from these journals with the help of a witch probably.

⚜️ Either William Webb (the first or the later) was ex-communicated by the church for his inappropriate use of witchcraft against "the demonic spirits." He's become a boogeyman (much like Mikael) with a bad reputation that has preceded him and casts a shadow on all the Webbs.

⚜️ TVD/Originals seems to have werewolves and vampires, vengeful ghosts, witches, and hybrids. Along with doppelgangers & magic miracle babies. But what I noticed it doesn't have is angels. The seedling concept for my DR's super slayers are humans possessed by the blood & flesh of the archangel they were forced by William Webb to eat. Kind of have a zombie vibe to them, huh??? Can you tell I probably have religious trauma, LOL?

⚜️ William Webb's descendants eventually made their way to the new world during the time the Originals were in New Orleans and mingled within the same circles. The Webbs later settled down in Mystic Falls working as textile merchants of European fashions. You kinda gotta do what you can when you stop benefiting from the Roman Catholic church.

⚜️ While not technically a "founding family," the Webbs do possess a spot on the Mystic Falls council. For once, the shadow of their ancestor's legend pays off big time for them. Especially in a town plagued by real "demonic spirits." Originally, I thought the Webbs were ex-communicated from the town council but my first controlled shift (yesterday) into my DR revealed that wasn't the case. See what I mean by the DR choosing which bonus lore it wants to validate?

⚜️ In TVD/Originals it's mentioned that each and every supernatural creature in Universe must have a set of strengths/weaknesses. I had originally planned that my super slayers were disabled by sulfur, solar eclipses, and had a tendency to "go corrupt" if they broke an angelic virtue. However, what an angelic virtue is is open to interpretation. It likely is similar to what Dark!Alaric was.

⚜️ Elijah Mikaelson and a descendant of Will Webb knew each other. Elijah was interested in the journals of William Webb (the first) for whatever reason. Intrigue, maybe? Or maybe something more serious than that...

⚜️ The most recent William Webb (the later) hid his super slayer project from the Mystic Falls council. The majority of them, at least. I'm almost certain that if he told anybody at all, it was probably John Gilbert. Hell, given John's attitude and medical knowledge, he might've been in on it with William.

⚜️ William Webb (the later) raised the seven surviving kids to be hunting machines. Zoey is the last one standing who didn't corrupt & chose to turn her back on William at the age of 15, emancipating herself (legally) as soon as she could to live a "normal life." D.M. was going to take place after William's untimely death where Zoey St. Claire must return to Mystic Falls to settle her father's accounts and do something with the property she has now inherited.

⚜️ Zoey has vague, fleeting memories of her childhood in Mystic Falls. She (alongside her 6 other "siblings") only experienced a couple of years living there "peacefully" in the Webb estate before William took them on the road to hunt. Zoey was homeschooled much like the Umbrella Academy kids. It's nebulous at best whether Zoey (or the 6 other kids) ever met Elena in their childhood much less any other character living in Mystic Falls.

⚜️ Unlike her six siblings, Zoey never took to slaying vampires half as fervently as William wanted her to and rejected his doctrine soon after witnessing the corruption of the eldest of her siblings during a vampire hunt. Being a deserter earned her no points from Will or the rest of the Webb family. She is now more likely to sympathize with vampires than side with hunters despite her awkward position of being the last remaining Webb, having to be present for council meetings for as long as she is stuck in Mystic Falls settling Will's legal accounts, estates, & the things he left her in his will.

Some last, finalizing thoughts on this TLDR, DR Intro before I start actually documenting my shifts...

In my last post, I said it was all real. Shifting is real and it's really happening. Somewhere. And that somewhere is inside of me as well as outside of me as an objective reality all its own. Theoretically.

I wanna add a "yes, and" to this theory for the preservation of what little sanity I have left...

Yes, it's all real. And I'm pretty sure the thing that forged this pull, this...link...to the TVD & Originals-verse was/is my shitty childhood. I see a lot of my own family trauma inside the story of the Mikaelsons and the Salvatores. I think that by exploring this link and allowing it to show me things, the adventure I plan to embark on might give me an opportunity to reflect on my wounds. Maybe even heal...

If it's all real, then confronting my DR-self's trauma could help me find closure with my CR-self's trauma as well. And if I get to have anything from this experience, I'd like it to be healing.

It's a good thing I'm a vampire slayer then, right?

#desired reality #dr intro #desired reality intro #shifters #shifting blog #tvd shifting #tvd universe #shifting to tvd #shifting community #shiftblr #shifting realities #shifting stories #reality shifting #reality shifter #reality shift #shifting #shifting diary #shifting reality #shifting motivation #dawn misplaced: accidental's tvd/originals dr #accidentally shifted myself #oopsie #shifting to tvd is great until you have to deal with niklaus #shifting to desired reality

[makoandharu]

Free! Anniversary Fic Recs 🦋🐋🐬🦈🐧 Can you share your fav fics from each year (2013-2023) Free! has been around?

Happy anniversary!!! So glad to still be here and share it with all of you!!!! Here's to another 10 years of pure brainrot <3

Aahhh i can certainly try altho narrowing it down to just one a year seems impossible!! I'm going to try recommending different ones from the ones I've already recommended here, here, here, and here

2013: i thee wed - they "get married" as kids

2014: love is blind - Haru has Usher Syndrome (i read this when it was publishing and haven't re-read it since but i remember it being incredible and i waited weekly for updates)

2015: As Always - Haru ISN'T asexual

2016: Sublimation - Mook AU after Haru becomes vapour

2017: His Heart - every @softmakoharus fic should be on here, but this one is pure and utter fluff

2018: The Ocean is Not My Home - Merman Nanases AU

2019: green eyes, you're the one i wanted to find - Soulmate AU absolute tooth rotting fluff

2020: Extraordinary - Follows s3 canon, a missing scenes kind of fic (all their fics are incredible)

2021: In The Wilds of Forever - Tarzan AU (again u should read every fic of theirs)

2022: Under a Starless Sky - Idol AU

2023: Of The Sea - Haru finds Makoto washed up on the beach (TW!! i should forewarn it's not tagged but this has minor character death and child death so pls be careful!!)

2023 ONGOING: Compromise - lowkey Historical AU, A/B/O (I'm obsessed so I'm adding it to this year)

Thanks for asking and happy reading!

#free! #makoharu #ask #anon #ficrecs #i didn't realise i enjoyed AUs so much lol

[taschamonnii]

More Than A Woman - Part 5 (Lay All Your Love On Me) 

You x Shirley Carter (70s-80s Southern Housewife Original Character  - Elizabeth Olsen) 

Find All Parts Here

*Disclaimer/Summary: This completely Fictional Character is based on the way Lizzie plays old-fashioned Housewives. (Some inspo is taken from WandaVision, I Saw The Light, and Love & Death) This character is in no way a portrayal of any real-life people. Audrey Williams and Candy Montgomery were real people that Lizzie has portrayed for entertainment purposes in tv & film. This story is not about them. I just want to see Lizzie play a 70s-80s housewife that is secretly Gay and stuck in a religious small-town in the South. Since she has never done that but has played the part of perfect housewife I decided to make my own character.* I will be using edited pictures from the characters she has played and unaltered gifs since it's way too hard to edit those.*

Character Description since this is a made up character: mid length-wavy-dark brown hair (think more the length in I saw the Light like it falls to her collar bones but the deep dark brown from goth Wanda era, Emerald Green eyes, Wears form fitting dresses and high waisted pants and skirts.  

The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

Angst/Smut/Fluff

TW: SMUT, 18+, Cheating on husbands to be GAY together, 

I am so obsessed with Lizzie playing housewife that I made a playlist! More Than A Woman

AN: This is part Five to this Original Series

Word Count: 1,506

Imagine This:

“Maybe someday you could. We won’t be here forever. Theo's company estimates maybe a few years.”

Her face drops and you can see the sadness in her eyes. “Oh.”

Her eyes filled with tears and her bottom lip trembled. “No. No. Don’t cry.”

You reached for her cheek and she sat up quickly. “What the fuck Y/N?”

Angry tears raced down her cheeks and you rushed to sit up. You went to reach for her again but she swatted your hand away. “Don’t.”

“I’m sorry. Shirley, I was hoping to talk to you about this differently.”

“We just. You just said you love me! We just made love Y/N! Now you are telling me what exactly?"

"I'm telling you this because I love you. Can't you see. I want you. We could be together easier in Cali."

"I can't just leave my family, Y/N. You know that."

"No, your family would come too. I want you and your girls and there is something I've been meaning to talk to you about but I think now might be a bad time.."

She raised her voice but it was still broken. "A bad time? Something worse than you moving away!?!" 

"Fuck!" You run your hands through your hair and take a deep breath. "Shirley, I don't plan on leaving you unless you want me to."

She glanced away and you could see she didn't believe you. "Huh it sounds like you are leaving me."

"I'm not."

"Then explain. What is the worst thing?"

"Well, I am not sure it's worse than you thinking I'm leaving but I just well it's complicated. I don't know how you will react."

She sighed and rubbed her forehead. "Just say it."

"I think well Theo and I, we think John is, mmm might be, gay." 

"What?"

"It's just he cares about his appearance a lot. He, according to Theo, acts a bit shy in the bathroom and we just see it. We could be wrong. You know him best. Does he shower for longer than 10 minutes? Does he prefer fucking you from behind? Does he want to fuck you all the time or is it more special occasions?"

She looked shocked. "You and Theo think John is gay?"

"Yes and Theo has a bit of a thing for John if I'm being honest." 

"Oh my God. John has commented on Theo's appearance a few times. He actually wants us all to be friends. What the fuck? John loves me though."

"I know he does that is obvious to everyone but does he lust after you? Like how I lust after you. You know lots of staring and eye contact especially in bed. If he isn't looking at you in awe every time he fucks you then he might be picturing someone else. Have you ever pictured someone else while you have sex with him?" 

She bit her bottom lip and ran her hands through her hair then ran her hands over her face. "Oh God, is my entire life a lie?"

"No, it's just different than you thought. You love John but it's different than how you love me right?"

She nodded yes and took a deep breath. You gave her a reassuring smile. "This could be really good."

"Good."

You reach out and take her hand and she finally lets you. "Good."

She sighed and brought her free hand up to squeeze the bridge of her nose. "What am I supposed to do now Y/N?" 

"Well we take things one step at a time. Do you think that John would ever have an affair if Theo proposed one?"

She twisted her lips in thoughts. "Well if you had asked before we had this little conversation I would have said absolutely not but now I don't know how well I really know my husband." 

You nod and squeeze her hand "okay take a deep breath this is a lot." 

"You think?"

You pull her closer and wrap your hands around her. "I think maybe we should take a step back and relax." 

You kissed the side of her head and pulled her face into view so you could kiss her forehead and cheeks and chin. You capture her lips in a passionate kiss. She kisses back quickly deepening the kiss. She sucks on your bottom lip and moans into the kiss. She pushes you back and straddles your lap. Her hand travels down between the two of you. Her long fingers quickly find purchase and you throw your head back in a moan. You move your hand between you and quickly match her movements. 

She drops her head on your shoulder as her breaths heat your skin. Your movements sync as your hips chase the pleasure. She bites your neck and sucks on your skin. You dig your blunt nails into her shoulder with your free hand. 

You lose yourself in the feeling of having her inside you while being inside her. Everything feels heightened. Your bodies tighten even as you resist falling into pleasure. You want this to last and you can feel she does too. Your bodies tremble and stutter and your hips jerk against each other. You both tumble over the edge blissed out. Her full weight collapses on top of you as she breathes out. You both hold onto each other tightly like letting go would change everything. 

Things feel different and you both know that nothing will ever be the same. You breathe her in trying to memorize her sweet scent. The way her weight feels on top of you, the way she holds you tighter as she comes down from her high. You hold her tighter and kiss the skin of her shoulder and neck trying to ground yourself in her. 

Time passes and you are truly unsure how long you both lay there holding each other. Eventually your breaths even and both of your grips on each other lighten gradually. She lifts her head up and kisses your lips softly before rolling slightly off of you. She sighed out. “I don’t want to leave this moment, I don't want to face reality.”

You let out a deep sigh. “I wish we could stay like this forever.” 

“What do we do now?”

“We have time to take things slowly. Would you be okay if Theo tested the water with John? Or have you heard of swinging? We could work on developing the friendship and then propose swinging.”

“I am not sure if it brings me comfort or concern that you have really thought about all this.”

She laughs nervously and you grab and squeeze her hand. “I know it’s a lot.”

She blows out a dramatic breath letting her lips vibrate and make a cute sound. “No kidding. Uh I guess it would be good to improve our friendship as couples Theo can do whatever he wants. I have heard of swinging but it is not something that happens around here. I read about it in a magazine and was too scared to talk to John about it. I don’t know how he would react to such a thing.”

You nod and smile. “Let's just start with game nights and going on double dates things like that.”

She agreed with the nod of her head. 

>>>>

Time seemed to be on your side as things moved smoothly. Soon it became routine to see Shirley for your little afternoon delights then again at church events and what was quickly becoming more fun and easy going game nights and weekend hangouts with the Carter family. You and Theo developed a strong bond with the girls and John was easily falling into a best friendship with Theo. Flirtatious glances and fun nights as a group felt right. Things sort of fell into place. 

It didn’t take long for Theo to break through and truly connect with John. Theo helped John come into himself and see the truth. Theo even helped settle John when he told him about the love affair that Shirley had with you. Now that he knows things have gotten easier and far more fun. You can mark Shirley's delicate skin without worry and you do. You mark every inch possible. You bite and suck your marks all over her. Beyond that it has allowed for her to spend the night with you and even for you to spend the night at her house. The domesticity you craved with her is finally yours. Well mostly. There are plans for buying a house as a group in Cali so it can be more full time. 

There is love and happiness among you all and it is the most wonderful thing you have ever been a part of. You have longed for something like this your entire life and you finally have it. The future looks bright and you can’t wait to return to Cali and live free and easy and fall asleep with Shirley in your arms every night and wake her every morning. 

A/N: Sorry this is so short but it is wrapping up. There will be one more, probably short as well, part that shows them all in the future. I hope you all have enjoyed this silly little story that was solely inspired by the way Elizabeth Olsen plays these types of 70s & 80s Housewife characters. I have had a hard time figuring out how to end this but I knew when I started I wanted it to be light and fun. We need more movies and shows where Lizzie’s character is not a sad girl even though I love all her sad girl characters. 

#Elizabeth Olsen #Female Reader X Shirley Carter #70s-80s Southern HouseWife #cheating on husbands to be gay but the husbands are also Gay lol #original series #made up original character based on the way Elizabeth Olsen plays old fashioned Housewives #smut #angst #wlw #lesbian #playlist for elizabeth olsen living her best disco life and that are vibes for the show and for dancing #inspo taken from WandaVision and I Saw The Light and Love & Death

[sharlulu]

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

CONFESSIONS OF A SELFISH PERSON tw: violence, abuse, mention of drugs, confinement. Wolf Keum x fem!reader

You and him were so different. While he always appeared so free and careless, indifferent to the rules of the world, acting only on one's desires, you constrained yourself, chained down by the responsibilities and duties of an exemplary student and a responsible civilian. When did it start? Since when were you so obsessed with perfection? Since when did you strive to be so elegant? It was as if you had to have complete control over every inch of your body: from the tips of your fingers to every muscle of your back and face. You've taught yourself to speak eloquently, use complicated words, learn the art of subtle manipulation and persuasion. Yes, you've made elegance your sharpest weapon. It has become a part of you, a habit that couldn't be changed.

"My daughter, you won't disappoint me, won't you? Unlike that hateful man you would do anything for me, right? My dear, precious princess, you must always love me"

"Why? Why did you only get an 80 on your last test? It can't be that that's your highest potential, I know that you can do so much more! Then why? Why? Do you not care about me anymore? Do you not love me anymore? Didn't I tell you that as my daughter you have to be perfect? Or else why did I have to suffer so much just to give you a chance to live in this world?

I don't want to do this, I truly don't, Y/n. But it seems I should punish you a little bit. I've been too nice to you lately. How about this, I'll cut down your freedom and regulate your friendships more, alright? I am sure that you're like this because of their bad influence. After all, you had got a perfect score every single time before you met them. So listen to your mother, dear, I know what's best for you after all"

Is this love?

You've never met your father before, nor seen his face. Mother never mentioned his name either. She called him different titles: a hateful bastard, that man, unfaithful monster, horrendous sinner, a liar. Your mind thought of countless possibilities as to why your parents' relationship ended up so twisted and sick. Nonetheless, you were afraid to ask your mother, perhaps, in fear of losing her forever. She was your only family, so you loved her, that was natural, wasn't it? It was your duty to love her after all. But sometimes you hated her with every fiber of your being. That hate, however, had nowhere to pour out to. It stirred inside your locked box of emotions just waiting for an opportunity to burst out of its confinement.

It wasn't hard for you to study. Math came to you as easy as breathing. It was so strict yet flexible at the same time. It allowed you to describe the whole world. The "language of the universe" or so you liked to call it.  Perhaps the closest thing to perfection that you could possibly name. There was a certain beauty to it, something otherworldly, something so detached from the mundane.

You had a good memory. So good that you remembered everything you saw, read, heard. Even things you wanted to forget. There's no denying how useful that ability was to studying. Perhaps because of your intelligence mother took notice of you. She paid attention to you, even praised you at first.

Is this love?

Now that you think about it, she never saw you for who you were. She only saw a perfect daughter, a doll, a puppet to turn into what she could only dream of becoming. Your intelligence was the only thing that mattered to her. So her outburst about your imperfect score shouldn't  have come as a surprise. Yet you were still saddened. It felt as if your heart, which was already full of thousand wounds that you helplessly tried to fix with tiny plasters every night, was once again trampled on and broken into dust. Did you want her to console you? Comfort you, tell you that it was alright, treat you like a human being and not a genius for once? Perhaps. But she mercilessly cut away all threads of hope you had. You stood there in a trance, listening to her. Then you went out of the house to the streets. Aimlessly wondering about the desolate path. Where is everyone? Somebody? Please, I don't-

*Thump*

You turn to your left. A boy about your age was continuously hitting a vending machine. His violet ruffled hair swayed back and forth while he thrashed the poor  thing.

Wolf Keum. You've definitely seen him before, heard the rumors about him. But on that day you first interacted with him.

He was free. For that you envied him and admired him at the same time. How did he do that? Why didn't he give a damn about societal rules? How was he so honest to his desires, why was he so unrestrained by the world? Oh how jealous you were. Perhaps that's why there was no fear in you when you came up to him that day.  Enviousness and reverence were the only thing in your heart back then.

  "Could you please stop doing that?"

He looked at you incredulously. Yet no words left his mouth.

   "You are ruining public property and it's not getting you anywhere." A polite smile graced your lips.

   "If you paid for something and it got stuck there, I can help you get it out. Hitting the vending machine doesn't do anything to solve your  dilemma, don't you agree?"

His grey eyes scrutinized you for a moment and then he stepped away. "Do whatever you want " – it seemed to convey.

To be entirely honest, you weren't sure if your method would work. You squatted  down a bit and pushed the flap where people normally collected their items  at. Then you let the flap snap back down.  That was enough for his purchase to fall onto your hands. Standing back up,  you gave it to him.

 "There you go, no need to thank me~ But that's an old machine you've encountered. Newer machines are equipped with sensors  specifically to deal with this kind of problem. I wouldn't buy here anymore if I were you. There's no knowing whether something like this will happen again and what I did doesn't work all the time."

He still didn't say anything. Was he mute? No, that couldn't be true, he was Wolf Keum after all.

"I know. Thanks."

What a succinct answer.

 Was that a fateful encounter? You also lived nearby and took the same route to school. You just had to walk a tad longer than him, as your school was further.

You were the one who always approached him, striked conversations with him, tried to get him to talk or at least acknowledge your presence. If at first he was annoyed, then after a while he actually replied to you.

"Do you want to hear the music of space?"

"The hell is that?"

You chuckled at his inquiry.

"NASA created an instrument to hear sounds from space. I know, it sounds weird, outer space should be awfully quiet, right? Except it isn't. Sound does exist in magnetic vibrations. And the NASA team just converted it to a frequency that human ear can hear. Incredible, isn't it?"

"I have to listen to it first? Can't have an opinion on it, never heard of it before. How the hell do you even know that stuff?"

"Eh, internet is an interesting thing~"

At first you approached him just because of simple curiosity. However, your instinct told you to stay. And after a while you were finally starting to heal, feel alive and grateful for the chance to exist. However, your newfound salvation was as fragile as glass, bound to break at any moment.

Your relationship with him was definitely strange. Yet in his presence you were the most comfortable. You didn't mind that he always got into fights, you didn't mind that wherever he was, trouble always ensued. As long as you were with him, you could get a taste of his freedom, his world. In exchange you would help him get away from the consequences. Quite a balanced team you were. He who came up with ideas, you who thought out a plan, and both of you who would do some of the wildest things for fun. Being with him was liberating. He could listen to your talk, silently acknowledging you, ask  questions that made the gears in your brain turn. It was nice having someone to share all your knowledge with. Someone that never pretended to listen, someone that was genuinely interested. After all, Wolf Keum was honest to a fault.

"I've always wanted to ask you this," you begin on one of your regular walks.

He turned his attention to you.

"How do you curse so easily? How do you use those foul words without a second thought? How does it come as natural as breathing to you? When I try to do it, I suddenly become so conscious and awkward. As if  they don't suit me and rather than frightening they come of as bizarre?"

He laughed uncontrollably at that, while giving you a "are you serious" look.

"I asked a genuine question there! What's so funny in wanting to know more about your delinquent  lifestyle? It's true that I don't understand much about your way of doing things."

"Just don't overthink, I guess. Nothing else to it."

It was strange hearing that. As your existence was composed of carefully thought out and perfectly executed things. There wasn't a single moment when you didn't think about what you said or did.  As if you were always looking at yourself from afar, trying to find and fix all mistakes, no matter how small they were. And you liked that. You liked having a sense of purpose, a sense of responsibility. You liked walking with your back straight, head held high. You liked speaking articulately and confidently. You liked being able to convey your thoughts clearly while being refined. Elegance was beautiful and it was also one of your sharpest blades. Wolf knew that, so he found your attempts at behaving like a thug humorous.

　 *Slap*

It was the first time Mother hit you.

"You ungrateful brat! You say that you  go the library to study and yet what you do?! Hang out with a bastard? How could you lie to me like that?"

She was crying. Hot tears run down her cheeks and fell onto your bewildered face. It felt as if time itself stopped after her outburst.

She then dragged you, despite all your protests, to the basement of your house. Your muffled screams for help where shut away in a damp, dark room. It was terribly cold. For the first time in a while you felt genuine fear and hatred towards your mother. The box of rage that lay dormant for so long was once again threatening to open.

And yet you did nothing in the end. There was nothing you could do. The basement was empty. Just occasional sounds of water dripping, spiders crawling. There was no light, no way to measure time. It was as if the whole world had forgotten about you and you were doomed to rot there for eternity. You tried unlocking the door, yet your attempts were all futile. At first, the isolation was bearable. But after some time (you couldn't tell if minutes or hours or days have passed) it became intolerable. Without stimulation you felt like dying. You were hungry, thirsty and so, so lonely. You wanted to talk to somebody, you wanted somebody to save you from that place. You would give up anything just to see your mother again. After what felt like an eternity she finally let you out. She cried, apologized, hugged you endlessly.

"My little girl, I'm sorry. Mother had to do it, it was necessary. My Y/n, you have to understand, mother does it for your benefit. I didn't want to, but you had to be punished".

It was the first time she showered you with so much love. Is this love? You felt so happy, as if all your rage had never existed.  That feeling was addicting.

And yet you didn't stop hanging out with Wolf. You had to be a good daughter, so why were you lying to your mom? It wasn't hard to fool her, you just had to be more careful with your actions. Once again you realized how different you two were. Wolf would never lie to himself nor to others. He was honest, brutally so. And you were full of contradictions. You wanted to be a good girl for your mother, yet at the same time you wanted to be free. So in the end you could only resort to hiding the truth.

*Thud*

You fell to the floor. Mother's job wasn't going so well so she took it out on you. She always hit places that could be easily covered  by clothes. Your stomach, your back were all in purple bruises. You knew how to treat your injuries, you were the one who bandaged Wolf after each of his fights after all.

This was quite a frequent occurrence now. At first, you wondered if everything was somehow your fault, if this was retribution for all your lies. Then you understood that everything was inevitable from the very start. Mother's love is this love? was twisted, she always apologized to you after her every outburst but she never stopped either. Did she even love you in the first place? Or were you just a rag doll  for her to vent her anger on in the end? You couldn't understand. Your grades were good, you were well-behaved in front of her, so why? Why her love like that?

No, it was never love. It can't be love. Love is kind, not cruel, liberating, not constraining, strong, not weak. Love gives you wings, it doesn't chain you down. Love isn't blind, it gives you eyes to see. Love is gentle like the wind, it is never forceful, nor coercive. To love means to see the worst of somebody and still love them nonetheless.

Then what about your mother? Your mother closed her eyes on your suffering, refused to see you for who you were, didn't accept your imperfections. The love that your mother tried to shove onto you now looked like the twisted symptoms of a sickening society, a black stain in place of motherhood, selfishness masquerading as affection. Indeed, infatuation and obsession aren't love. You were foolish to think that those things were natural.

Then what about yourself? Did you .. love.. mother? Or was that just a mere delusion that you chose to believe. A defensive mechanism, as one would say. Did you hypnotize yourself to "love" her so that the sufferings would be more bearable? Perhaps not. She was your mother and your feelings towards her were real. Maybe you still saw some kindness and courage in that cowardly person. You loved her...

Of course, sometimes you hated her. Yet you never retaliated. The memory of being locked in that place was still so fresh in your mind. Perhaps your biggest fear was being abandoned by her, your only family, and be left completely alone.

　

"Wolf, we have to study. We must. That's....the only way, our only escape, our salvation."

"What's up with you all of a sudden?  'Tis a motivational speech or something? "

"No, it's not. I'm always serious and that was a genuine plea."

"What's up with you lately? You are acting strange." He looked at you with a hint of worry

You two were standing in a desolate alleyway. To be more exact, Wolf was sitting on the opponent he had just mercilessly beaten up and you were standing nearby, offering him tissues and sweets.

"I...Please promise me, that you won't abandon your studies. You're smart, don't let this thing here," you pointed to your head, "disappear. You may not understand right now, but it's the only way out! " You sounded so desperate. In a way, you wanted to reassure yourself, convince yourself that it was true. That you were correct in making studying the most important thing in your life. That you weren't wrong in placing all your hopes and dreams into it. That the thing that your mother valued most in you wasn't useless.

Wolf looked at you, as if seeing you for the first time. You were always so composed, you've never raised your voice like this before. Right now you seemed to be at a loss for words. As if you didn't know what to say, what to think. It was the first time he saw you so agitated.

"Okay."

You sighed in relief

The days continued on. Life was so dull before you met him, the invisible chains that constricted your world were only shattered to dust, when you started hanging out with Wolf. He was always in the spotlight, it was impossible not to see him for he shined oh so brightly. He showed you his world, he freed you. Even though you only met a year ago, he was already your closest friend.

He was so strong, unbreakable even. A monster that always stood back up no matter the number of hits. Sometimes you wondered as to how he could do that but you never gave it much of a thought. And that was your biggest mistake. The signs were all there, you just didn't notice them.

During night you sneaked out of your room to the playground  in your neighborhood. You didn't expect to meet anyone, yet  there sat Wolf. His eyes were dull, his head was bleeding profusely. There were bandages laying around, it seemed that he had tried to fix himself and failed.

"Just what happened to you?! Who did this? Wait, let me help you, don't move..."

You were crying, tears streamed down your face as you tried to bandage him, comfort him. You've never seen him like this. You were sure that nobody  could've gotten him into this state. He was so strong after all, just who in the world could break him? 

He finally started to talk after a while.

An abusive father. Alcohol. Usage of drugs. A psychotic episode. A beatdown.

These words flew through your ears as you came to a sudden realization. You laughed. You and him weren't so different after all. Your mother, his father — your situations were so similar that it was ironic. The rage that you had so deeply sealed inside the box finally burst out. It manifested itself in the form of cold fury. Wrath enveloped you and the gears in your brain turned.

"Let's kill him."

Perhaps you saw your mother in his father so you merged those two together. You couldn't kill your mother, if you did that, you would truly lose the last bits of humanity that you had. But you could help him kill his father and at the same time liberate some of your horrendous desires.

"Hmm, what shall the cause of death be~ Let's say... heroin overdose? A pretty common death for the likes of him. We will kill him with the very drug that he adores."

"What? What the hell are you talking about?" Confusion filled his beautiful grey eyes.

"It will be like putting him to sleep," you continued. "Except that when sleeping, our body remembers how to breathe. In case of heroin overdose your body forgets. He's so ill already, it won't take much for his respiratory system to shut down. Perhaps it will even result in heart failure. What do you think? Quite a merciful murder, don't you agree?"

"How about the consequences? What the f*ck should we do with that?! You think it's that easy to kill someone?!"

"Yes."

You take a deep breath.

"Wolf, your father was a nobody. He is remembered by no one, why would the police care about him enough to investigate it properly? With how corrupt they are in this place, I'm sure that we can fool them."

"Let's kill him."

It was strange for you to use your intelligence like this. And yet from start to finish you never once felt remorseful. Wolf, too, was strangely calm when you two planned the murder of his own father. You thought of an alibi, planned the time, the place, got all the necessary components. All to execute a perfect crime.

It was surreal. That year you two had committed an unforgivable sin, the horrendous crime of manslaughter. And nobody knew. Only you two bore the weight and guilt of murder. That made you even closer than before. For now you shared a secret that both of you would take to your graves.

　

"I want to be remembered. I don't want to be a nobody. I want people to mourn my death, I don't want to be forgotten."

"What's so bad in that? You are always worrying about such complicated things. Chill out. Don't tell me that you are starting a 3 hour long monologue on the meaning of life again."

"Oh please don't be so boring. That's why we are given 80 years of life, right? To do enough, to be remembered. I don't want to waste away and end like a certain person.  You think so too, don't you?"

"I guess so."

A comfortable silence enveloped you two. In fact, you've always loved these little walks through the night city. In these moments you've always felt the most free. Free to do what you want, free to talk about anything on your mind. And his presence made you reassured.

"You know, I've always wanted to be a doctor. A surgeon to be exact."

"Pffft, what, to save people? Now that I think about it, it kinda suits you. Kinda."

"Well, that was certainly very rude of you. I won't deny that I want to have their gratitude. But my reason is much more selfish than just saving people. You know, inside the operating room you have so much power over somebody's life," you closed your eyes. "People entrust everything to you, believe in you. It's funny how much control you can have over them. Whether they die or live depends on you. You are almost like a god?"

"You sound like you gonna murder your patients..."

"How could you! With all due respect, you are much more likely to murder someone!"

"And you are more likely to get away with it."

"That's ... true...So let's promise each other. To never go that far again."

You knew that after that day you both lost something extremely precious, something that couldn't be regained back.

Mother finally got another job and decided to relocate to another town.

"Let's stay friends forever"  was your last promise to him. "Let's not forget each other" was your request. He was probably the most important person in the world to you, your first friend, the person who had shaped you to be who you were nowadays. He was your savior.

"I wonder what kind of person he will become?"

A/n: yay, that was so long haha. This is my first fic(and  probably my  last), so please don't judge Σ(゜゜) It existed in my mind for quite a long time and I finally decided to write everything down. Basically the story takes place before the events in the webtoon. Mainly because I had no idea how to integrate Y/n into the webtoon story. So I guess this is like Wolf's past? I love this man so much, although he is a really bad person. But he is so charismatic? Somehow the relationship between Y/n and Wolf turned out to be more platonic than romantic, but I hope that wasn't too much of a problem (this author can't write romance although reads so many).

At first, I wanted to write y/n as a cold, aloof genius. Yet somewhere along the line she became so  flawed( a little selfish, has an inferiority complex, terribly lonely). I think, because she understands that, she strives to become perfect. As if that façade can mask all her flaws beneath. And because her life is constructed by lies, she finds Wolf's honesty very entrancing.

Wah, I love this man–

#weak hero webtoon #weak hero #weak hero x reader #wolf keum #wolf keum x reader #x reader #female reader

[sapphire-weapon]

Since you mentioned Goku the other day, have you ever been into DB? I'm a casual fan bc my older brother was obsessed with it when we were kids and I remember thinking omg Goku and his wife are adorable!!! Years later I went looking for art of them on TW and the amount of hate and stupid takes I saw made me block all words related to the show forever fjhssksj fandom isnt gonna ruin my experience againnnn not today Satan

DBZ is the only series I've been following longer than RE. Same for @godtier.

And yet neither of us have watched the Buu saga all the way through.

We been watching this show for almost 30 years. And yet.

[kieranduffygirlporn]

gonna talk a bit about what it's been like for me the past couple days. just need to be heard and to type out all my thoughts & feelings about being an introject w/ an introject partner in all this. Hopefully you'll get something out of this

tw for abuse, disordered eating, very BPD happenings, one moment of suicidal ideation

warning: really fucking long and not the most organized thing in the world

I never talked about this here or really anywhere on any other blog but hi. I'm Ida. I'm the second host @/dearfauxpas and our system has seen since our syscovery. .... past this I literally cannot start to describe my identity without talking about Wilbur. I'm sat here struggling to conjure anything.

The reason for this is twofold. I, myself, am an introject, of a bit of art we have at the beginning of our main/art blog that kind of backfired because we never ended up posting much art. The second reason, and the main reason, is that my boyfriend is a cc!Wilbur introject in our system.

When we started dating two years ago, I was at probably one of the lowest points that I have been at as an alter myself. It was a month after I formed and I was still incredibly attached to my source. When I formed and even today, I am still the only alter in the system who has a feminine aligned gender. I changed my name to Ida the night I formed because I named myself after a pet I had in-source. My source (I'm sure you'll be shocked to know) was incredibly mentally ill, and as a result, I formed as a symptom holder for our worsening borderline symptoms. I've also only started talking about this to very close friends within the past couple days but our early relationship/the first six months was tumultuous. I was possessive, obsessive, and paranoid. I also had issues with thoughts of disordered eating and at one point went four days eating about the caloric equivalent of a single bagel per day because I was so depressed.

My system and particularly my love saved me. Over time, my paranoia that he'd leave me subsided, and we become much happier, which is what lead to me becoming the host as our previous host's mental health declined due to many factors.

During the span of our relationship, we played a lot into our introject identities (sootcest lmfao). I became a lot more independent from my source and recovered from a lot of my paranoia. I thought I had simply beaten our BPD traits, and that they were gone forever (with one exception). I thought my disordered eating thoughts had vanished and I was going to spend forever happy with him.

However, foolishly, because of this play we did with our introject identities, I allowed my feelings for my boyfriend to mix with my feelings for the actual person. I tried to maintain a degree of separation between the two, in that I would refrain from doing weird stalker shit and at some points I would be made uncomfortable with the stuff that he shared on stream because I wanted to know very little about him personally. But I let them mix, because hey, why not? We were having fun. There's no reason not to. It's not like he's an awful person, right?

Right?

Part 2: He's an awful person

There were a few points in which, mostly when other CC drama was at a high point, I'd ask myself a couple questions.

1. What would I do if my boyfriend ever left me?

2. What would I do if it came to light that Wilbur was a horrible human being?

The answer to number one was the exception to the thought that all my borderline symptoms had simply vanished, and, rather well-adjustedly, it was "Kill myself."* (*Like in headspace. I never thought it was worth it to kill the whole body over my own issues.)

The answer to number two was "I don't know."

And that is how I've been feeling since Wednesday night. I don't know.

At first, I thought there was no way it could be true. I searched for any information that could tell me that people were wrong. I literally blocked myself from Twitter because I knew going on it would be a form of emotional self-harm, but I obsessively checked tags on discourse, Shelby, and Wilbur, waiting for anyone to post any evidence that it wasn't so. I spent an entire day outside of home feeling completely nauseous any time I wasn't directly talking to someone.

It's hard to articulate exactly what it felt like once I got home to charge my phone and I knew. It was kind of slow. Every new piece of information I learned made it worse and worse until it was just undeniable.

It was like everything I thought I had buried came back with a vengeance. I stopped eating and drinking, my entire brain felt like it short circuited and previously when I had at least been able to focus on other things for short stints, he was all I could think about.

There were times, especially after I thought I had gotten rid of the borderline traits, that I would become hyperfixated on something that was my boyfriend or his source and it would feel like I was going to melt and die. I genuinely cannot be away from him for too long or my mental health will shit the bed. When I was with him, though, and when I filled every part of my senses with only him, his face, his voice, the way he holds me even if the feeling is blunted by the fact that he's just another part of our brain, it was always the happiest I'd ever feel. I can't have that anymore.

I really can't describe the mood swings and the physical pain that I've experienced as a result of this without feeling like people will think I am exaggerating. Like. psychology wasn't lying that borderline personality traits can really borderline. It feels like I'm losing half of what made me myself. I felt while crying over this multiple times that without him I'd die and that I need him to live. For two years, my entire identity and reason for existing was him.

I don't know where to go from here. I haven't even talked about how this is affecting my boyfriend. Before I felt like I had a good grasp on what I was going to be doing in the next minutes or hours or even days but now I can't even imagine what ten seconds will be.

My entire brain is constantly screaming for him to come back, but I can't indulge in anything that doesn't support the guy because every time I see his face or hear his voice now my brain screams that he is repulsive.

The worst part is that over the last two years I have become so conditioned to never ever be angry at my boyfriend that I cannot feel any rage over this. In any normal circumstance I'd feel angry that someone had been hurt and their abuser had been allowed to escape the consequences for so long, but I can't. I can only feel like I need him, but I can't have him because he's tainted. I am so disgusted but I can't handle seeing anyone angry at him because I still love him and I still want him to be happy.

I feel really gross knowing that I've dedicated so much of my love to someone so terrible. I know my boyfriend feels like his skin has been tainted and I am struggling now to look at his face and focus on him in headspace because it's now all painted in a negative life. It's so awful because he has always loved being himself and has always felt so connected to his source, even as the time passed.

Part 3: so what's the point

I've spent most of this time feeling completely alone. I don't know anyone personally who could possibly feel the same way that I do.

I guess I just want anyone who reads this, who feels alone like I do, or feels like they're not reacting in the "right" way to understand that it's okay. You aren't alone. No matter how isolated you feel or like your problems are entirely unique to you, there is someone out there who understands. And also there's a very slim chance that you'll ever be more cringe than me.

The grieving process is ugly and it is agonizing. If anyone wants to DM me on this blog or another, to share anything they're thinking, like really anything at all there's a lot I didn't cover on this post, I will listen.

And to any introjects, I love you. We can make it through. We have survived so much worse. You don't have to be anybody but yourself. And be careful out there. If you become so mixed up in someone's source like we did, please plan an out. Don't make the same mistake I did and just assume it would all be fine forever. There's a very real chance it doesn't.

#wilbur soot introject #wilbur fictive #wilbur factive #dsmp introject #introject #idk. this is geared more for traumagenic sys but if youre endo thats whatever #judt for any systems having a rough patch because of this

[caffeinatedopossum]

Ayy thought spiral with me (tw ocd vent/existential crisis?)

I don't think people understand what I'm referring to being hopeless when I say "it's hopeless". I'm not talking about my depression. I'm not even talking about my chronic pain or my trauma. I'm talking about what I call my existential ocd- "there is no way out but through" simply doesn't apply here.

There is no way out but *out*. And no one can show me the way. So I keep going through, down this tunnel, into this maze. I go deeper and deeper searching for something I'm quite aware I will never find but am compelled to chase, as if by some other worldly force. But I'm told the force is generated from within. Everyday of my life, I've walked this path and no other. Thats not an exaggeration- every day since I learned how to form thought I have been *obsessed* with figuring things out. It's who I am. It's what I care about.

I describe different kinds of emotional pain differently- mental illness is, as its name implies, an illness. It might go away forever with treatment or be chronic and need to be managed long term, but it can usually be managed. Trauma is a wound, one that often leaves permanent scars but can heal nonetheless. Grief is amputation, it's simply a loss with no replacement, but life can grow around that and become fuller in time. But this... this is something else. Something I struggle to put into words. It's me. It's the self, dissolving under the weight of uncertainty and compulsion, unable to exist in a normal way.

People will probably say "you shouldn't identify yourself with it then" but you don't understand. Where are the people who are like me or who were but then changed? Show me one, thats a genuine request. I'm irrevocably seperate from everyone who hasn't traveled this path and I haven't met or heard of anyone who has traveled it before me. And if there is someone who traveled it, did they get out? Or would I simply follow them round and around, deeper into this spiral... The "end goal" for me cannot ever be the same end goal that anyone different from me has achieved. That's why other people succeeding gives me no hope (or jealousy). There is not a person who has ever fully comprehended the absurdity and complexity- and what I'm beginning to believe is probably rarity- of my situation.

And no- I don't want to think of myself as different. I don't want to be special. If anything negative about me is rare, then its pathological, and if anything positive about me is rare, then it's crushingly disappointing to think that others are not even as good as I am. Yes, I'm seeing things unusually negatively. And being unusually critical. But- and I say this devoid of all pride- I'm an unusual person.

Its something that goes beyond loneliness. It's the ache of innate separation, due to the responsibility of awareness, the compulsive nature I can't discard, and so many more things. I am reaching out but no one can reach back, no one can do anything to reach me here. And I don't think I'd want them to if they could. Because then they would be here too. With me, yes, but *here*. In this death before death. I'm thinking it's better to be separate, to be misunderstood, than to be assured that this is real, that I'm not simply being overly dramatic or deluding myself into some kind of waking nightmare.

This might be more a prayer than a cry for help but please- if there is anyone out there who's been where I am, and who could, through some repplicable feat, manage to get out... please let me reach you. I am so tired.

#uh oh got a little too earnest here

[animeyanderelover]

(First of all HIII, How are you?! It's been forever since I've sent you a request! Tbh I kinda lost interest in anime and had some private issues going on. But I'm really glad I've caught you with open inbox this time!) Moving on to the actual request: So let's say that darling forgot to lock/close the window at night before falling asleep. Which character(s) from Black Butler would be brave enough to take the risk and cuddle with the darling before they even officially confessed (meaning them and darling maybe met once or twice, but they are still in stalking phase) and let's say darling is such a heavy sleeper, they don't even notice? (Hopefully this made sense!?)

Nice to have you here again, my friend. I chose the characters that popped up first in my mind.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, delusions, stalking, clinginess

Risky cuddling

Timber, Thompson & Canterbury

🤫Those three haven’t really acknowledged their morbid obsession with their darling as anything wrong. The triplets can only really hyper focus on the fact that you are their mate and that is really all they need and want to know about you. Whilst Timber, Thompson and Canterbury have yet to figure out how to share once you are by their side, where you belong, they have no problem making up a schedule who watches you when. It’s one of the advantages that come with being a team of three, two of them can still work for Alois whilst the third one stalks you. It’s a whole system where informations and observations are constantly shared and once a problem arrives, all three plan meticulously how to remove the threat from your life.

🤫They don’t even think when all three stalk you together and catch your window open. They know that this is an opportunity to have skin contact with you, something all three of them crave for so there is zero hesitation. It surely gets a bit cramped since the demon siblings get into a small fight who gets which place, in the end two cuddle you from the side whilst the third one just sprawls himself flat on top of you. They don’t even view this as creepy or anything as all three are a bit delusional in their own ways. You’re technically theirs already and vice versa so cuddling you at night like this isn’t anything weird in their eyes. They try to get you to smell like them as much as possible to claim you as their mate. It’s a pity when they have to leave you but they hope that you’re going to forget to lock your window at night again soon.

Grell Sutcliff

🟥Grell seems to be delusional too. Whilst she knows that her darling might be potentially scared of her and her kind, she can just not shake off the images in her head. She just knows that you two could make each other so happy and her heart soars in her chest when she’s stalking you. Grell can’t get enough of her lovely darling, is often trying to finish her work earlier so that she can continue where she left. Grell knows that she can’t let William or other Shinigami find out about her sweet crush though, she fears the higher-ups might forbid her to see you again. Oh, that would break her poor, little heart completely. Balancing her work life and her love life is certainly not always easy but Grell somehow manages to find a way.

🟥The lady is a bit more on the shameless side so when she one night notices that you forgot to close your window, she just can’t help herself. She tries to be as silent as possible when she sneaks inside your house and she can’t help but silently fawn over you when she sees you sleeping deeply. She thinks it over for a moment, wonders if you’d wake up if she’d cuddle you. In the end she can’t resist though and crawls into the bed so she can lie next to you. It’s risky but the small rush of fear and excitement somehow makes things even better, the danger that you might wake up. Her heart beats giddily in her chest as she starts cuddling you closely, basking in your warmth. So this is what it feels like to sleep with you. She could do this all night but sadly Grell has to eventually leave you again, with a pout on her lip that is.

Dagger

🔪Dagger is completely gone in his head. Utterly besotted and infatuated, he’s too far gone to ever recognize his obsession. For Dagger his darling and him might as well be already together as he thinks that only he is the right one for you and only you are the right one for him. You two are basically already lovers, you just don’t know it yet. Dagger is clingy and follows you around like a lost puppy with shining eyes. He worships you and everything you do, you can’t do wrong in his eyes. The other string members from the circus have a hard time stopping him from obsessing since it happens that he threatens his friends with one of his knives, paranoid that they might try to take you away from him. They wouldn’t though, right? They’re his family, surely they would want him happy.

🔪Dagger panics a bit when he notices during his nightly patrol that you forgot to close your window. What would you do if someone decided to break in? Oh, how lucky you are that he’s always there to protect you. He quickly climbs up your house and enters your house through the open window. To his relief there seems to be no one besides him and you inside. He could leave but your peaceful form in bed stops him from leaving just yet as he slowly walks towards the bed. He’s softly cooing over you as soon as he sees you sleeping, his hands caressing your face before an idea pops up in his head. You wouldn’t mind, right? You two are almost lovers after all. His heart is thumbing excitedly in his chest when he cuddles you, your warm body so close to his, showering your face here and there with kisses.This is perfect, this is your future together!

Ran Mao

🌺Ran Mao isn’t really the aware type either since she doesn’t know that her behavior is creepy at best in the eyes of others. She just knows that she loves you a lot and wants to watch you and protect you all of the time. She isn’t very vocal but Lau notices her keen interest in you anyways. The way she peers up when your name is mentioned and how her eyes never leave you when you’re around. Lau doesn’t even try to help her realize her obsession though, he’s encouraging Ran Mao at best to follow through with her interest. If you make his little sister happy, he won’t do anything for you and will just take her side. He knows that Ran Mao will treat you well in her own ways so it’s not like he’s worried about you. It’s all for the person he views as his own sister.

🌺Ran Mao is alarmed when she sees how careless you’ve been by forgetting to lock up your window. She knows that there might be people lurking on the streets of London at night who would see this as an invitation. Before anything happens though, she decides to slip in your house herself. Her senses are keen so she quickly realizes that there’s no one besides you inside the house, something that reassures her. Then she sees you sleeping soundly though and Ran Mao can’t help her own curiosity. She’s always been shameless with her touches, you could say that she feels confident about herself. She hugs you tightly, her body pressing against yours. Her golden orbs are trained on your sleeping face and slowly she feels a blush creeping up her cheeks since you’re adorable when you’re asleep, so close to her.

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere timber #yandere thompson #yandere canterbury #yandere triplets #yandere grell #yandere grell sutcliff #yandere dagger #yandere ran mao

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OMG TELL ME ALL ABOUT IT WAAA

WHOLE DOCUMENTS??? THATS AMAZING OMG /GEN/POS

Oh and I can't handle body horror either tbh, I had to cover my eyes during the surgery scene TwT. I've yet to finish the second one (it's so unnerving god help me)/lh

OH BOY OH BOY. OKAY IM ABOUT TO GO FUCKING INSANE HODL ON. IM JUST GONNA COPY AND PASTE IT I CANT TYPE IT ALL OUT BUT. OH BOY. ITS A LOT. LIKE A LOT !! SO SO MUCH !!! (THIS IS ALSO GOING OVR LIKE THREE GAMES SO IT MIGHT GET A BIT CONVOLUTED IM SORRY !!) THERE'S ALSO LIKE SUM TRIGGERING TOPICS ? THERE WILL BE TWS 4 THEM ALL THO DWDW !!!

tw for implied grooming (nothing sexual just generally since its known dave was a "young man" when he meets henry and henry used it to his advantage canonically), manipulation, stalking, murder, child death, general sexual themes at points (its just mentioned a couple times), medical talk, forced lobotomy and suicidal idealization

radical/aubergine/gnarly/bad ending timeline

>dr henry miller starts fredbears family diner with william afton

>unnamed guy starts freddy fazbears pepperonerie (a play on fredbears family diner) and it INFURIATES henry (and william because henrys angry)

>henry does fucked up experiments on william (lobotomizes him to some degree, takes out his organs, etc etc etc)

>henry manipulates william into killing children because it would "let them live out their happiest days forever"

>henry tells william about his dead son, david, and william imprints on this and renames himself to dave miller (he takes henrys last name after he passes but for now im just going to call him dave miller)

>dave works at ffp and kills children there while henry kills children at ffd

>henry fucking DIES and ffd forecloses, leading dave to work at ffp

>dave meets jack kennedy (the protag and the person you play as) at ffp

>dave negotiates with jack that since hes a "clean slate" he should help him murder five children, jack agrees and they Do That

(small note here; dave becomes obsessed with jack after this and its just a whole ordeal with jack and dave being ?? freaks and in love ?? normal behavior/sar)

>phoney (named steven as a person but the phone guys are a Whole 'Nother Thing that i CANNOT GET INTO RIGHT NOW) becomes suspicious and dave and jack frame him

>dave and jack scurry off to vegas

>rinse and repeat this cycle in dsaf2

>in dsaf 3 dave is found rotting away in a building (in a springlock rabbt suit and now he goes by davetrap btw) by jack and goes on a monologue of how he "knew he wouldnt leave him alone" and jack takes him back to his new restaurant that jack now owns (im just. gonna call it uncle jacks family diner because its funny to think he named it after fredbears)

>davetrap and jack kill children, phoney (harry) flips and im pretty sure they kill him? i cant remember

>davetrap springlocks jack to give him "immortality" and they go to vegas

>davetrap goes on a brief rant about how he realized he was never happy because jack never knew who he "really was" and confesses to being william afton

>davetrap takes jack to his "fazbunker" (note this is just the same place as we see in fnaf sister location) and shows him a chest containing a red scarf

>jack has a realization that this is his dead sister dee's scarf and comes to the correct conclusion that dave/william killed his younger sister and framed him back during the ffd days

>henrys ghost "controls" jacks mind kind of ?? and jack kills dave

(note there is a tiny little voice clip of dave telling jack he loves him as he dies i just think its very interesting that the last thing dave chose to do was tell him he loved him . agony and peril)

(also i didnt know where to put this but in dsaf 2 theres a scene where jack wakes up to dave standing at the foot of his bed and they prankcall phoney (peter) together. jack tells dave to shower and dave says it is "not the first time he has been in his house"

(also also dave has a long rambling file in dsaf 2 on the computer which includes the words "old sport", a nickname he gave jack, 5000 times)

good end/saved end

>everything is the same as before but this time you decline everytime dave asks you to kill kids

(fun fact you can see daves diary in dsaf 2 and his diary entry after the day you reject him is nothing but nonsense ramblings about how he is going to kill jack and how he cant believe he would "betray him like this")

>jack finds davetrap rotting and declines taking him back to uncle jacks family diner and davetrap sobs and cries and yells about how he shouldve known he would do this to him and begins begging jack not to leave him alone

>davetrap then stalks jack home

(fun fact you can look at davetrap and jack will say "he followed me home again" implying that this isnt the first time hes noticed dave or davetrap doing this so. what the fuck. i dont know if he just did nothing about this or if he said something and dave continued but either way What The Fuck ???)

>jack goes into "the flipside" and sees dave just kind of. chilling. jack is reasonably caught off guard and they have a neat little meet-cute where dave explains the flipside is where souls come to chill because of course theres a fucking place for that god damnit

(note you can get small dave commentaries by interacting with objects like posters or things on the wall or pizzas in the kitchen and i just think its cute)

>dave makes a portal because of fucking course thats a thing you can do in the flipside i hate the flipside why can he fucking DO THAT and fuck off to the second floor

>jack and dave find dees ghost here and it revealed shes the puppet

>dee engages jack and dave in battle because she doesnt believe dave is "truly sorry" and thinks jack is making some sick joke at her expense

(note if you fail to escape from this battle dee says that you cant run from your problems forever)

>if you succeed in escaping the battle, jack explains to dave that this is his sister and dave has A Moment where he explains how henry told him he was helping the kids by killing them (its also implied that dave was groomed by henry since he states he was a "young man" when they officially met and started working together)

>dee decides hes just kind of. pathetic honestly. and decides she can live with this if it means she can save the dead ghosts

>jack fucks off back to the reality and does reality shenanigans like running his business

>he comes back and they go into a portal to the second floor

>on the third floor we meet steven whos been just kind of. there. the entire time. and he INSTANTLY assumes theyre there to kill him and makes them battle foxy robotss until they find him huddled in a corner

>he instantly starts rambling about how he cant be saved and how thhey should just leave him (its implied that by this he means hes going to?? die if they leave him?? as if he isnt already dead??) because he was a terrible person to jack, peter, and dave

>jack says thats in the past or whatever and he joins their team

>dave makes another portal and this time steven goes nuts and is fucking furious about hating the flipside (me too man. me fucking too)

>jack fucks off to go do business stuff again. the health inspector is here. hes french. you can bribe him. either way you dont get shut down unless you do a REALLY bad job so. eh.

>jack comes back to the flipside and they scurry around until they find peter (jack and dee remark about how "this is peters house" (i forgot to mention the floors are all designed around memories and this one is based off peters house that jack lived in after he was killed))

>they find peter and he remarks about how hes just a trap and everyone is confused

>JACKS FUCKING SOUL APPEARS. THATS RIGHT BABY. HE WAS SOULLESS THATS WHY HE DIDNT DIE. AND ITS IN THE FORM OF HIS DEAD DOG SPARKY. also he speaks in a cesaer cipher and dave asks him to get rid of his "accent"

>jack and blackjack (thats his souls name. haha. very funny. because hes a shadow. very funny. haha. i hate it here) talk and ouugh ouugh it pains me it hurts me its peril and agony and i love it augh. that isnt really related but it DESTROYS ME

>they fight henry (during this henry doesnt hit anyone, instead choosing to use his words which i think is interesting)

>they fucking win yippee yahoo

>everyone leaves except for dave and jack. they talk. dave cries because jack tells him he cant go with them since hes soulless. dave says he "wont leave without him" and that he cant lose henry AND him. jack gives dave blackjacks collar and says that blackjack wont leave him. anyway yeah jack literally gave dave his soul. bawling my eyes out i hate these two so so much (affectionate)>jack burns down his diner with him and every freddys animatronic inside and the plot of land is turned into a gravesite for william/dave, jack, dee, peter, and steven

#[ren] #THIS ISNT EVEN HALF MY KNOWLEDGE BTW... #I KNOW A SILLY AMOUNT #LIKE #LIKE I COULD LITERALLY JUST. GIVE OUT A GOOD PARAGRAPHS WORTH OF SILLY RAMBLINGS ABT JACK AND HENRY AND DAVE AND EVERYONE #OGFDGUFODFIU IM SOO.. I LOVE THESE GAMES #also oough the curse of loving the human centipede franchise but also being so so scared of body horror D-: #truly a awful fate :-(