#the significance of eye contact (and especially the lack there of) in this movie is unreal

[deadlynedly]

reading through the Nope (2022) trivia on imdb and this one got me good

#nope #nope (2022) #nope spoilers #jordan peele #ricky jupe park #steven yeun #also fuck imdb for spelling his name wrong #thinking about panopticons again #and how lucky & oj survive because of their steadfast unwillingness to perceive and therefore abide by the ever watching eye #the significance of eye contact (and especially the lack there of) in this movie is unreal #truly the most layered horror film in years #text

[herarcadewasteland]

Danger Lurks

A/N: There's a significant lack (pretty much none) of Teddy Lobo x Reader from 2023 Renfield and since I'm fulfilling my own Renfield x Reader fics, I'm doing this for those hoomans who also wanted this but couldn't find it. (Such a good movie btw I've seen it like 4 times now) Nine google doc pages of this shit-

-Teddy Lobo x Reader

-Mentions of drugs, violence and the likes. Swearing. You're old enough to know what you can handle. This is your warning :) (also sui*ide :/.... it turned darker- sorry if you're triggered. this is your warning again)

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Teddy Lobo. Yeah. Him. Your boyfriend. The one currently ranting about some guy who killed a bunch of his men in Mulates the previous night. A sigh left you as you sat and listened patiently. It wasn’t like you had meant to get involved with a crime family. It just… happened. On a Thursday. A couple years back. It wasn’t worth the mental effort to think on how you had met with each detail in place. So you settled for the simple thought of it all. You were working. He walked in, you smiled at him while everyone looked away. You kept eye contact.

You didn’t look scared, and you didn't know who he was. He took you out a couple times, wined and dined you. Took you places. Treated you right. And then after mind-blowing sex, you met his mother at the breakfast table as she plotted with her son on the next drug deal. There was no out at that point. Plus, Teddy was quite a nice guy… past the killing and cocaine and stuff. So, you stayed. Which landed you here as he continued in disbelief at what had happened to a good number of his men. It wasn’t easy to believe what he told you he saw, but you had to at least try to believe. 

It was a lot easier when he walked up to your chair and landed a kiss on your lips with a pleading expression,

“You have to fucking believe me, Y/N. We’re looking for the fucker right now and when we get him, you’re coming. It’s time you get out there with me. You’ve been staying behind with mother for too long. I’m better with you at my side. You know this, lovely.”

You sighed again and nodded, hands brushing over the stubble on his jaw, 

“I know, Teddy. I’m just worried. I don’t want to see you get hurt. Or anyone else. It’s just not my  thing.”

He sighs in return and pulls you from your chair into a bear hug, his deep breathing calming you against his chest as you snuggled in. His hands stroked over your hair and you hummed while he let out a short chuckle at how cute you were. 

“We’ll have the info by morning. I’ll wake you up an hour before we’re ready to go. There won't be many of us. I’ll keep you safe, lovely.”, his lips pressed against your head and you smiled into his chest, “Now go get some rest. I want you not to be groggy when we go get this dickhead. You’ll need to be alert.”

“Ok. Goodnight Teddy.”

“Goodnight lovely.”

He spun you out of his arms towards the stairs. You giggled and walked up them to the left towards your now shared room with Teddy. You could feel his gaze on you as you walked above him past the railings blocking the fairly large fall. Looking back at him, you smiled. He smiled back with love in his gaze. You felt it too. The love. You loved him. Unfortunately for you, Teddy felt a nagging in the back of his head about the upcoming events. And he didn’t like it one bit. 

—--

The next morning you woke to an empty bed. It was normal, but it felt wrong today. The day just felt wrong. It made your eyes water as Teddy walked into the room looking down at a tablet as he grabbed a suit jacket from the closet. 

“Teddy?”

He visibly jumped at your voice, his eyes searching you out immediately and noting the tears in your eyes. His panic was next. He hated it when you cried. All he wanted was for you to be happy around him and for you to be crying so openly, it was new. Off putting even. Especially for Teddy.

“Love? What’s wrong? Are you okay? Did you get hurt? Tell me what’s wrong.”

He rushed to the bed and held your trembling hands in his steady large ones as you looked at him sadly. Just shaking your head, you took your hands from his as he scanned you constantly for any visible wound. 

“N-No I’m…”, your voice cracked and you took a steadying breath, holding Teddy’s hands again to calm him as well as yourself, “I’m okay. Just… today feels wrong. Maybe it’s just one of those days but something feels different and I’m scared. What if the feeling is right, Teddy? I don’t want anything to happen to you… to us… to anyone.”

His grip tightened on your hands as you spoke, his eyes softening further as he watched the tears make a path down your flushed face. You sighed shakily and watched him watch you. It was simple. But it calms you down enough to take a deep breath, loosen your hold on his poor hands and kiss him gently. The kiss was… as it always is, wonderful. His lips cushioned yours in the best way that you never thought possible before kissing Teddy Lobo. It took over the fear as his tongue swiped over your bottom lip, a small groan leaving him as you parted from the kiss. 

“No no, come back. You should stay with me like that forever.”, he falls back onto the bed dramatically, his hand on his forehead as you giggle. “It’s heaven on earth. You can’t take that from me!”

You laugh loudly as you crawl on top of him, his hands resting on your hips as you place kisses around his face, “We have somewhere to be, don’t we? Maybe later, pony boy.”

You wheeze at the confused and nearly offended look on his face as you scramble from the bed, gathering your most Lobo coded outfit from the closet to rush into the ensuite bathroom and change before Teddy could fully recover and get you back with many, many tickles. His huffs reached your ears from the other side of the door as you tugged on the red leather jacket you had gotten for your birthday from Teddy a year back when he first asked you to go public with him. Properly. 

Finishing the outfit with a spray of your favourite perfume, you step back into the bedroom to see Teddy waiting for you on the bed, his eyes trained on you immediately. A whistle filled the room as he clapped you into the room, his applause guiding your steps subconsciously. Placing your hands on his shoulders when you reached him, you played with hair at the nape of his neck, his smirk making you smile shyly as he looked you up and down a few times. 

“Bout fucking time I see you wear this for me. Let’s make it count, lovely. Mother sent word for us to head down. The boys are ready. We have his location.”

You nodded with a sigh and pecked his lips, stepping towards the door and shaking off your hands. You were nervous. Sure you felt a little better but that feeling, that bad one, was still present and somehow got stronger as you loaded into the van with Teddy and a few of the Lobo troops. The drive was longer than you thought but also shorter than a trip to the costco somehow. You forgot to question it all as you pulled up to the very clearly abandoned hospital, pieces of the roof hanging off, boarded windows, broken windows, graffiti. It all screamed sketchy and abandoned. But Teddy was determined. So when he saw your hesitance standing in front of the tall building, he sighed and pulled you into his side with a gentle kiss to the top of your head. 

“Just stay close. I’ve got you.”

You nodded not trusting your voice the moment you stepped into the building. The air was suffocating. Heavy. Musty. Definitely smelled like a place many people died in. That feeling you had increased ten-fold as you continued down the falling hallway, the roof and pipes clanging together and causing a few of the men to hit their heads on the way. Off-handed comments were made along the walk to find something, anything that indicated life, that the place must be haunted. The men made the typical ghost noises as they walked before stopping abruptly in what you assumed to be the reception or waiting room. It was open, large. Echoey. And you hated it more than the man who thought it would be funny to scare you into Teddy’s strong arms. You stayed away from that man for the rest of the walk. But now, standing in the entryway with Teddy as he spewed profanities, you wanted all the knowledge you were surrounded by capable people. 

Glancing around and purposefully avoiding the hundreds of suspended blood bags, you counted each of the men with growing relief that there was no one else. You looked up at Teddy with worried eyes, his own angry ones softening at your fear. HIs large hand rubbed comforting circles into your back as he led you forward to search for this Renfield guy. He called out to his men once you reached a very rank smelling room, the flies making you cringe away from the room while Teddy looked inside.

“Ronnie, call my fucking mom. RIGHT NOW.”

His voice echoed as he shielded your eyes, walking back into the open space, his mom’s voice sounding from a discarded phone that you couldn’t see until Teddy dropped his hand from your eyes to pick it up and freak out. You glanced around again, the feeling back in stronger waves as Teddy grabbed your hand again, your own trembling in his grasp as he talked with his mom before a whooshing met your ears and you both glanced around in panic. 

“Teddy- I don’t like this… Let’s just go.”, your frantic eyes met his and he frowned at the pure fear in your eyes before he glanced at something over your shoulder and froze. “Please, I don’t want to be here anymore. Can we find this Renfield guy another day? Baby...?”

Your pleading fell on deaf ears as he stared over your shoulder with a rapidly paling face. You froze in turn, hearing a dark chuckle over your shoulder. Your first instinct was to step further into Teddy, his arms wrapping around you as you slowly turned in his hold to see what caused him that much fear. Meeting the eyes of the man, you gasped. His lips curled in a smile, his pointed teeth clenched together as he watched you. You let out a shaky breath and tugged at Teddy’s arms to tell him to get you the fuck out of there. Teddy being Teddy guided you closer instead, your body falling further back into his solid frame as you were now at least a foot away from the strange man in a bedazzled suit blazer. 

Teddy’s hand reached out holding his phone, pure confidence on his face until the man took the gap in security to dart a hand out with inhuman speed and grab you from Teddy’s hold, pulling you into his chest with a hand on your neck. You whimpered at his hold, eyes wide as you stared at Teddy, who waved his hands in panic, repeating “Woah” in an attempt at subduing the hold this man had on you. 

“Look, we don’t want any trouble-”

“Who are you? You were sent by the church?”, his last word was dragged out with disgust and contempt. 

“I’m a criminal! My organization is all about evil! We’re evil, okay?!”

“Why are you here?!”, the pale man growled as he jerked you back against him. 

“We’re looking for this guy! I’m tryna find this guy! He meddled in our business and killed a bunch of our guys tryna save a bunch of innocent people.”

The phone held out in front of you showed the man, Renfield. The man holding you growled and tightened his hold on your neck, your own hands grasping at his pale appendage as you gasped at the increased pressure. You didn’t move more than that, too afraid of the claw-like nails on the man's hand to move more than you already dared. Teddy watched you carefully as the man laughed maniacally. The panic in Teddy was clear as he took an almost threatening step forward.

“Do you know who I am?! Who she is?!”

 The guy holding you in a death grip tilted his head in confusion, a nearly mocking “Hmm?”, vibrating your back with his voice.

“I’m Teddy fucking Lobo and that’s my girlfriend!” 

The strange man chuckled and lifted you above him after turning you to face him, his eyes meeting your widened ones as your legs kicked in the air, the lack of ground frightening you enough to struggle in his hold despite the claws so close to your neck.

“I am Count Dracula.”, the man's smile was back as he somehow lifted you higher, your face turning slightly red as you shook your head. 

“You win!”, Teddy shouted as he watched you turn your head to look down at him, the desperation in his eyes so clear to you as the man who claimed he was Dracula brought you down enough to make eye contact with you directly.

“He is my servant.”, Dracula growled as you trembled in his hand, lips parted to take in more air than you could through your nose. Dracula’s eyes focused on the phone again, Teddy’s other hand shaking by his side.

“He doesn’t seem to be serving you very well.”, Teddy chuckled hesitantly as you glared back at him the best you could. 

Dracula’s clawed hand set you on the ground, your back to his chest in a split second as Teddy stepped forward again. Your hands shook as you gripped the arm around your neck again, Dracula’s maniacal, almost hysterical laugh filling your head as you stared down Teddy with a mounting anger. The man's free hand shot out to grab the phone, the looped video of Renfield being stopped as the phone was crushed in his hand like it was nothing more than a piece of paper. You winced, pushing yourself against Dracula in fear before you realized and tried to move forwards, out of his harsh hold. Your attempt failed as Dracula grabbed you again and held you still against him forcefully, your forearm exposed as he twisted your arm around under his hold to drag a claw down the vein. You whimpered and shook, Teddy panicking further and reaching out to you with his shaking hands. 

“Wait, no, no, no, no!”

“This crime family of yours, would it enjoy witnessing the beheading of it’s enemies and the impalement of all who oppose it?”, Dracula's claw traced up and down the vein in your arm, your hand shaking violently at the base of it. 

One cut into it lengthwise and you would bleed out in 2 hours max. A horizontal cut would take multiple and even deeper ones, he would have to cut your vein clean in half to get you dead in that same time frame. It was still a frightening situation, having experienced his strength. The blood around his mouth and dripping down his chin didn’t help your fear. 

“That's like- that’s like our w-whole thing, man.”, Teddy’s voice trembled as he tried to get you free from the man's hold without causing a fight or pain to you.  

“And can the family raise me soldiers?”, Draculas’ tone was curious now, his claw stilling just above your wrist.

“We can… I can make a couple calls, yeah.”, Teddy almost had a smile on his face now from the turn the whole situation took. 

“Whatever pain Renfield caused you, I will return 10, 000 fold.”, he said in a rumble, his claw returning to its original path with a small detour of your neck. “I will unleash an army of death whilst warming my skin next to mountains of burning corpses.” 

The tone of his voice turned whimsical, like he was day-dreaming of the scenario. Teddy watched in concern and growing excitement that this guy seemed to want to hurt this Renfield guy as much as the Lobo’s. 

“How does that sound to you?”, Dracula finished his speech while turning his fanged smile into your neck, his tongue tracing over your pulse point while he made eye contact with your lover. 

Teddy took a steadying breath and released it with a groaned sigh, “It sounds… like you gotta meet my mom.”

You groaned as Dracula burst out laughing a few seconds later. Teddy laughed quietly with him, his eyes focused on you the whole time while you trembled. Dracula’s pure evil laughter got louder and Teddy nearly retreated in fear as he laughed a little more openly, concern growing at the rate the laughter from the other man was. 

“Are you happy or are you gonna fuck us up?”, Teddy’s smile died as he spoke, Dracula laughing still.

His claw made a small cut on your arm as he reached out to Teddy who screamed as his laughter turned into an almost screamed laugh, Teddy’s scream turning into slight laughter as Dracula continued laughing with a hand now on your boyfriend's shoulder. You hissed at the residual sting, sliding from Dracula’s body to Teddy’s side as they laughed continuously until Dracula went stock still. His eyes were staring you down as you hid behind Teddy. You froze your tugging at Teddy’s sleeve in response, his eyes flashing with something before he ended up behind you both, hand trailing over your shoulder before he spun you and grabbed the arm he had sliced. You froze further somehow as he gazed into your eyes with an intensity while Teddy watched in disbelief as his tongue snaked out of his mouth to lick the small trail of blood from your arm. 

“Can you not do that, man? She’s still my girl. You’re scaring her.”

Dracula met Teddy’s eyes with a growl as he dropped your arm, stepping back with a new expression of politeness. Almost like he had been conveniently forgetting that you were in a relationship with the same man who screamed moments before at a hand movement. He knew what he was doing though, he had too. He seemed too self aware to not know exactly what he was doing as he eye-fucked you while you cowered into your lovers body again. 

“My apologies.”, He spoke with reverence that you could tell was a cover, but Teddy accepted it with a simple nod, leading you around the guy with a hand on your back and shoulder.

“We’ll be back in a few moments, we need to gather some more men to bring you to my mom.”

Dracula nodded and watched you go as you looked back at him one last time, hand rubbing over the small laceration he had made on your delicate skin. 

—--- 

It was days later when this Renfield guy burst through the doors, Teddy’s mom standing beside you, her son on your other side, his hands crossed over his chest. 

“Must be nice not having to be invited in.”

You blocked out the conversation from there, watching as the officer’s eyes scanned you with blatant interest, the conversation clearly shifting towards you as everyone looked your way.

“She’s merely a bystander. No harm has to come to her.”

Teddy’s voice had rung across the front room clearly, the two on the ground floor looking at you with increased interest as you shuffled behind Teddy to hide yourself from their searching gazes. Tugging at your newly acquired fiance's sleeve, you mumbled in his ear that you didn’t want to be out front with him, requesting that you go into the back with his mother. He refused, insisting that he could keep you safer while you were with him. You agreed reluctantly and grasped him by the waist as the conversation continued. You felt a pair of eyes on you the entire time but shrugged it off as a few men jumped the railing with increasing dramatics to fight this Renfield guy who now shared powers with a handful of the Lobo men. 

The fight went quickly, Teddy realizing quickly that he may be better off sitting behind the scenes with his mother. You both jogged to the door before you heard a voice calling out to you both. Officer Quincy. You shook your head as you both turned, Teddy pulling his gold pistols from his pants in a threat. Hands reaching up to pull his arms down, you stepped in front of him to stop him. Muttering at him, you sighed. He was stubborn, you knew that but for him to be this stubborn at that particular moment irked you. So you reacted. Grabbing his guns from his hands, you saw his eyes narrow at you. Before you could think on it more, you turned to the railing and leapt over the edge, running for the door as he called after you in urgency.

Nothing stopped you as you booked it for the doors, Renfield’s carnage doing nothing to stop you as you nearly made it to the door before Teddy reached you. His hands grasped your arms as you panicked, hands trembling as his golden eyes looked into your own coloured ones. Dropping the guns, you burst into tears, hiding your face in his chest as his hands rubbed up and down your back to calm you.

“Hey, hey. Look, it’ll be okay. I promise. Let’s get you upstairs to mother and we’ll see each other soon, I promise. I won’t let you get hurt.”

You sighed, wiping your tears with shaky hands as he picked you up, carrying you through everything calmly, the destruction avoiding you narrowly as Renfield downed the last man. You tapped Teddy’s shoulder frantically as you noticed his advance, the cop approaching from the opposite direction as your tapping got more panicked. Teddy noticed quickly, his hands gripping you tighter despite setting you on the ground.

Being exposed more for any attack, you stood still with your back pressed against the chest that had been pressed against yours the night before. The officer quickly approached, Teddy acting quickly and snorting the centipede that had been crawling up and down his arm without you noticing. You cringed away from the sight, Teddy’s eyes flashing gold again as he gently pushed you to the side before he lunged at the officer. That left you completely exposed. 

Renfield took advantage of the situation and pulled you into his hold like his master had done a night or so before. In a few moments, Renfield had you held on the balcony above, arm crossed over your throat as Teddy and the officer fought. It didn’t take long for Teddy to notice, his distraction enough for the officer to pull the shotgun on him and shoot him down. You gasped and fought the hold on you, your eyes stuck on your lover’s as he fell to his knees, bloodied wounds decorating his tattooed chest while you watched, unable to do anything but cry. Renfield took pity on you and let you go, your fist meeting his face before you raced past the murderer of your fiance to the man himself. 

“Teddy! No, no, no no no nonono. You can’t leave me! We were gonna be together forever…”

His pained chuckle met your ears as tears fell from your pained eyes. 

“Don’t you know who I am? I’m Teddy fucking Lobo and I’ll always be with you, lovely.”

Your head shook as you pressed frantically on his wounds, eyes scanning his face continuously as he just watched you, a single tear tracking down his face and meeting the small puddle of yours on the floor beneath him. You chuckled roughly, of course he would say that while dying. Footsteps drew your attention momentarily, the culprits sprinting to get to Dracula while you sat with the love of your life and talked him into the afterlife. You’d meet him there one day. You just hoped it would be sooner… seeing his pistols out of the corner of your eye, you nodded. You’d be with him soon. 

As you held his pistol to your head, you laughed in pain,

“Teddy fucking Lobo... I’ll see you soon, baby.”

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A/N: oh man im sorry it got dark :/ if i missed any words im so sorry but hopefully it made some sense. kinda my own take with a few direct quotes from scenes.

#herarcadewasteland #reader insert #fanfiction #basically gn!reader #renfield 2023 #renfield #renfield movie #teddy lobo #teddy lobo x reader #reader x renfield #renfield 2023 fanfic #renfield ff #tw murder #tw death #tw sui implied #renfield lowkey an ass

[opiatemasses]

What would you do if you knew this sooner? Children's safety in sport

In a recent eye-opening lecture, the topic of children playing contact sports was brought to my attention. The lecturer, Jack Hardwicke, deserves commendation for his dedicated work in exploring the realm of safety in contact sports and the issues around CTE. Given my own experience in sports coaching for primary school children, the topic resonated, and this prompted a deeper reflection on the importance of ensuring the well-being of young athletes.

The societal norm surrounding contact sports, despite their impact on the brain, has long been overlooked. The prevalence of concussions in athletes, with 3.8 million concussions occurring annually in the U.S., raises serious concerns about the ethical and healthy practice of contact sports.

Chronic Traumatic Encephalopathy (CTE), a disease resulting from repeated head impacts, is now affecting younger individuals. This irreversible form of dementia should be a cause for alarm, especially considering the lack of a cure. Recently, there has been a notable surge in research focused on CTE, particularly in relation to younger athletes, highlighting the urgent need for understanding and preventive measures.

Head impacts pose significant risks to health, as no level of impact can be considered safe. The age at which individuals first experience impacts and the exposure they endure amplify the likelihood of developing brain health issues and neurodegenerative diseases. Given these concerns, it prompts a critical question: Why do we permit contact sports in physical education programmes for individuals aged 10 and over.

The physical education curriculum plays a crucial role in exposing children to contact sports, but another question arises: are we allowing or encouraging them? Growing up, participation in physical education often felt obligatory, leaving little room for informed consent. Should sports like school rugby be compulsory?

Considering that the brain continues to develop into one's mid-to-late 20s, exposing children to the risks of serious concussions can have lasting adverse effects. This raises the question of why we permit children to engage in contact sports without proper informed consent, especially when we have age restrictions for various other activities. For example, to vote, to drive a car, to watch certain movies, etc. The inconsistency is striking; we insist on age-related guidelines for activities such as voting, driving a car, and even watching certain movies. So, I believe, it's time to critically examine the rationale behind this disparity and advocate for the safeguarding of our children's neurological well-being.

Safety equipment, while seemingly a solution, falls short in providing adequate protection. Even cushioned helmets cannot fully protect the brain from potential trauma. The argument that physical education teachers are trained to handle concussions does not address the fundamental issue of preventing brain injuries in the first place. An article that was insightful over this issue was arguing what schools need to know head injuries that are caused by contact sport.

A possible solution lies in revaluating our priorities. We need to move away from prioritising contact sports over the well-being of children's developing brains. While sports undeniably offer numerous advantages such as socialisation, promoting physical activity, and encouraging healthy competition, it is crucial for adults to discern between enjoyable activities and those sports that inherently jeopardise the well-being of children.

Proposing a bold statement, children should not be allowed to play contact sports until the age of 18, when they can provide informed consent regarding the associated risks of issues like CTE and concussion. There is now compelling evidence to shift societal norms around contact sport within children and the upcoming movement towards protecting children from brain injuries.

Would you let a child run repeatedly into a wall? Knowing the implication covered in this blog, I’m intrigued to know what you think.

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#cte #children #sport #safety #concussion #head injury

[sehtoast]

Ben Info Sheet!

Finally got around to building a character info sheet for Ben! Hopefully the formatting from the character building site doesn't look funky lol.

Benjamin Elliot Colyer

Age

26 y/o

Nationality

American

Current residence

Manhattan (Vought Tower)

Occupation

Superhero for The Seven

Income and salary

60k before The Seven / 20m Yearly After The Seven, not including estimate net worth from product licensing

Talents and skills

Tech, Spider Superpowers, Guitar

Background as a child

Born female, raised alongside two brothers- one left when Ben was 5- the middle brother was incredibly abusive and cruel to Ben, especially after he came out as transgender. Benjamin had both parents present for his upbringing. Went to public school, and was mostly alone save for one or two friends with whom he lost contact after graduation. He was bullied in school after coming out as transgender.

Ben came out as transgender when he was 13, and was met with kickback from everyone in his household- sans his grandmother.  His parents eventually accepted his identity as truth, as did his oldest brother, Robbie- but Bryan grew extremely bitter at Ben for this and became the cause of significant trauma in Ben’s adolescence. Ben was dosed with Compound V as an infant, but had no knowledge of it. His powers did not emerge until his late teens.

Birth order

Youngest

Brothers and sisters (describe relationship)

Robbie- Distant, but respectful and friendly.  Oldest brother Bryan- Estranged. Ben was abused by this brother physically, mentally, and emotionally while growing up. Bryan is bigoted and hates Benjamin for many reasons- but particularly for his status as a transgender man. Heavy tension. Older brother Aiden- Son of Robbie, but Ben considers him more like a younger brother. Ben loves Aiden dearly, and sees Aiden as a reflection of himself.

Children (describe relationship)

Ryan- Son of Homelander/John. Distant, yet friendly.  Ben is willing to step in as a parental figure if the need/occasion were to ever arise.

Grandparents (describe relationship)

Nonna (maternal great grandmother, deceased)- Ben's first friend since birth. Extremely close with her, until she died of Alzheimer's complications when he was 14 years old. Gran (maternal grandmother) - Much like a second mother to Ben, she lived with him and his parents until the day she died (when Ben was 21).  Ben watched her die of suffocation after her lungs failed.

Significant others (describe relationship)

Homelander/John- Boyfriend (secretly dating). John recruited Ben to The Seven against his will, and hung threats of murdering his loved ones over Ben's head. Eventually, Ben is forced by the company to work alongside Homelander for a time, and finds himself sinking into a friendship with the world's most powerful supe. Homelander, starved for love, attention, validation, etc, becomes attached to Ben, and the two eventually succumb to their tension one night, and a romantic/sexual relationship blooms from there.

Relationship skills

Mediation, communication, gentleness, understanding.

Height

5'7"

Weight

160lbs

Hair color

Brown

Eye color

Brown

Glasses or contact lenses?

N/A

Skin color

Pale

Distinguishing features

Curtain style haircut, a mole under his right cheekbone, spinneret openings at the base of his wrists

Dress style

Casual

Mannerisms

Uhms and Uhhs when feeling awkward. 'Y'know's sporadically in speech.

Hobbies

Guitar, formerly enjoyed video games but lacks time, enjoys swinging through the city for leisure, enjoys movies with John although he’s usually not paying attention.

Favorite sayings

"Be Strong Enough To Be Gentle"

Style

Comfortable

Greatest flaw

Noble to a fault. Always pushing himself to save everyone, despite knowing that there's no realistic way that he could do that. Can't make time for loved ones. Touch aversion

Best quality

Kindness, understanding, his drive to do good

Introvert or extrovert?

Introvert

Educational background

Bachelor's Degree, High School Diploma

Mental health

Anxiety, Depression, Gender Dysphoria (mostly resolved)

Short-term goals

Keep life steady, help others

Long-term goals

Expose Vought's crimes, keep real world damage from Vought to a minimum, protect John (post depowerment) from Vought and other supes seeking revenge

How does your character see themselves?

He sees himself as someone responsible for protecting others. Thinks of himself as an awkward person.

How does your character believe they are perceived by others?

Awkward, shy, nervous. As Spider-Man: confident, brave, bold, outgoing

How confident is your character?

As Spidey, very. As simply Benjamin, not much at all.

How emotional is your character?

Ben has a very tender heart

How logical is your character?

Very logical, and sometimes has to fight his brain to allow his heart to feel what it must in order to process emotions. Other times, must fight his heart when he knows his brain is correct. Ben had a therapist in his teens/early twenties, and is well practiced with emotional regulation.

What would most embarrass your character?

Secret identity revealed, wardrobe malfunction

Strengths

Logical, kind, understanding, quippy, humorous, easy-going, gentle

Weaknesses

Anxious, socially-awkward, reads-too-deeply. Can lose his web powers when overwhelmed with grief or other negative emotions 

How does the character deal with conflict?

Often will just ride the wind as it blows, but will intervene with larger scale issues.

How does the character deal with sadness?

Bottles it up, goes for a swing, has a good cry somewhere. On the odd occasion, may even vent/cry to John

How does the character deal with change?

Tries his best to go along with it, even if he doesn't enjoy it.

How does the character deal with loss?

Bottles it up, tries to continue on because he knows that's how life is. Gives himself time to mourn, but does not view death as a bad thing. Just the absence of the person. Otherwise, tries to suppress outward reactions caused by his grief.

What does the character want out of life?

Peace

What would the character like to change in his or her life?

To have been born as a cis man

What motivates this character?

Love, doing the right thing.

What frightens this character?

Avarice

What makes this character happy?

Friends, certain family, John

Is the character judgmental of others?

Sometimes, but generally only to those of poor character quality (abusive, cruel, etc)

Is the character generous or stingy?

Generous

Is the character generally polite or rude?

Polite

Is religion or spirituality a part of this character’s life?

No

What is this character’s role in the story?

Protagonist

Describe the scene where this character first appears

Benjamin, who is currently moonlighting as Spider-Man, is in the process of webbing up small-time crooks he prevented from burglarizing a bodega. In this scene, he meets Homelander- who tries to proposition and threaten him into joining The Seven

Consider this character’s relationship with other characters.

Homelander- significant other, fiercely loved and devoted Maeve- Coworker, mixed feelings Starlight- Coworker, enjoyable acquaintance Black Noir- Coworker- and probably his favorite of the bunch (sans Homelander) The Deep- Coworker, detests A-Train- Coworker, mixed feelings Madelyn Stillwell (deceased)- His former manager. Mixed feelings, did not like toward the end Ashley Barrett- Not quite his manager, but respects her and feels sympathy for the stress she picked up by taking the job as VP of Hero Management Jason Ortega- Best friend, sees rarely but still close Bryan Colyer- Detests Robbie Colyer- Loves, but is distant Aiden Colyer- Loves dearly Mother- Loves dearly, but is distant Father- Loves dearly, but is distant

How does this character change over the course of your story?

Goes from morally solid, noble, etc. to understanding that life as a hero is very gray. Understands that "be strong enough to be gentle" means that, sometimes, he'll have to do very bad things to protect others from cruelty (ex: killing Arne in the depowered series). Learns to accept John's past actions- and present/future ones- and accepts that his heart belongs to a man who has committed many, many atrocities.

Superpowers:

Spider-sense, setae inside finger and foot padding that cling to even the most sheer surfaces, advanced acrobatics, super strength, organic webbing production in wrists, untapped bio-electricity powers that emerge later in Tender Threads canon

#benjamin colyer #oc #my oc

[keeganhogan]

Family Game

Morita Yoshimitu’s Family Game is a dark comedy about the mundane, everyday life of the lower middle class in Japan. I found this movie fascinating in how it is simultaneously hilarious, but also has that serious undertone of melancholy and almost depression throughout the film. The family structure is very weak in this movie, as the parents are not very involved in their children’s lives. The father delegates all of the parental duties to the mother and then screws off to take baths while drinking soy milk, and while the mother does try to keep up with her children’s lives and school, she is not involved enough, lacking in discipline and also not knowing the struggles with bullying that Shigeyuki faces. That is where Yoshimoto comes in, almost acting in loco parentis, physically disciplining Shigeyuki and hearing about his struggles with bullying and teaching him how to fight. I found it strange how “sensual” some of the scenes between Shigeyuki and Yoshimoto were, as they were very uncomfortable to watch. But I think those scenes may have been to show how Yoshimoto invades Shigeyuki’s comfort zone, as he is unfamiliar with such involved authority in his life, pushing him to work harder and make “improvements” in his life.

I put the word “improvements” in quotes there because it does not seem that Shigeyuki’s success in school and getting into Seibu high truly betters his life. There is a common theme of distaste for life in the movie, as none of the characters are truly happy with where they are. Shigeyuki seems to have a passion for rollercoasters, and doesn’t enjoy the process of school and studying, but is forced to live that way anyways. He ends up choosing Seibu because his mother, father, and Yoshimoto pretty much force him to, despite not having any desire to go to a more prestigious high school. We even see Shinichi become unhappy with Seibu as the movie progresses, saying at the end that he wants to drop out. It seems that he has a crush at school that doesn’t seem to feel the same way about him, and without that fulfillment of his true desire, there is nothing worthwhile for him at Seibu. The mother in the movie expresses her true desire to be a jazz dancer, and also laments how unhappy she is with being the prototypical stay at home mom, also cleaning and taking care of the children. Her relationship with her husband has also lost its spark, evident in the scene where they go to the car together. At first, it’s a very exciting prospect for them, perhaps a memory of going out on dates together in their youth. However, they never actually leave the parking lot and just sit in the car together, not really talking or doing anything while the husband smokes. Even Yoshimoto continually says how his university is not an impressive one, perhaps lamenting not being able to achieve what he had helped Shigeyuki achieve. Although we do see glimpses of Yoshimoto’s relationship with his significant other, and those seemed to be relatively good, so perhaps he is not as disillusioned as the others.

The camera work in this movie is very well done, expertly depicting the very constricted, claustrophobic environment in which the family lives. This is especially evident in the scene when Shigeyuki’s bully comes over, and he is quickly crowded in by the family and small space. The family also all sit on the same side of the table, never making eye contact with each other, and frequently focused on eating while the same drivel of conversation happens where the father disapproves of one of the son’s academic performances and makes it a point to shame them without taking any direct action to help them himself. This monotony of typical family life is repeatedly shown in the film, alongside the unhappiness and lack of true, strong relationships with each other that all of the characters have with one another.

[gyaruxqueer]

♡ Hello!! ♡

My name is Stars☆, and welcome to my gyaru blog! I'm a genderqueer man in my late 20s starting to explore the world of gyaru after a great deal of research and soul-searching to see if this is the right lifestyle for me--and as of right now, it is! I am for SURE still a baby gal but I feel very drawn to ganguro and feel so at home within myself when I dress in gal☆

My pronouns are it/its but he/him is also super. I have been a kandi kid for what feels like forever and in my heart, rave and gal r siblings♡ I live by PLUR and have always been intent on breaking the mold and refusing to conform to society's standards of beauty and normalcy, so when I discovered gyaru I was naturally very curious about it.

This tumblr will serve primarily as a place for me to compile images of other gals, style and makeup inspo, and occasionally fun little aesthetics and other miscellaneous posts that resonate with me and this particular aspect of my life. Its secondary purpose is for me to talk about my journey as a gal! In time I may start posting selfies but as I'm still starting out and figuring out how I want to style myself I may not do it very often.

This is a sideblog! I will like and follow from @drunkstarscreamofficial , and my personal blog is @mimikyubestie . I also have a Skyrim blog @boethiahsboytoy and a blog for OC posting @starscreams-drunk-oc-blog . If you need anything tagged, let me know! My ask box will (probably) always be open, so feel free to stop by to chat at any time!

Thanks for stopping by! If you've got any questions just shoot me an ask. Have a great day!! ☆Stars☆

Some fun facts about me (under the cut because wow do i love to ramble):

I've known I was queer since I was a wee little lad and I am still exploring my identity (and predict I will for a very long time!).

I am asexual and demiromantic with a preference for men--so I'm also a gay man!

I use a cane to help relieve chronic (undiagnosed) back pain! I REALLY want to save up for a plain black cane and TONS of cute things to decorate it with--stickers, jewels, etc.--to match the gyaru lifestyle. But my favorite one is my orange lava cane that my husband bought me♡♡

At the moment I'm super broke 😭 I work part time in retail but have to pay for my meds and hormones (and my doctors appointments and labs related to them) out of pocket, so my shift into the gyaru lifestyle will be slow as I lack the funds to add pieces to my wardrobe that I want. I will be focusing more on new makeup and accessories than clothes however, as I loooove altering my own clothes and have many ideas of how I can change up my wardrobe just by using what I already have.

I can't wear big dramatic falsies (for the most part) because I need glasses. I can't afford to see an optometrist to get contacts (and couldn't afford contacts anyway😭), so I make do by drawing on lower lashes and decorating under my eyebrows with cute eyeliner stamps or glitter!

My favorite color is orange, but ironically I don't style a lot my outfits with lots of orange! However some of my Signature Looks are ALL orange, so I think that makes up for it ;P

My favorite movies are Pride and Prejudice (the 2005 one), Pacific Rim, and The Bye Bye Man. My favorite movie genre is horror, and I REALLY like comedy and found footage horror especially.

My favorite genres of music are hardstyle, hardbass, happy hardcore, and eurobeat. My favorite musicians and bands are The Sounds, DJ S3rl, Headhunterz, Uamee, and Unleash the Archers.

I did drag for a bit, but after a while wearing a full face of makeup started giving me really bad sensory issues. Now I pretty much only do eye makeup and slap on some lip gloss (and occasionally lipstick if I feel up to it).

I am mixed white (specifically Welsh mostly) and Filipino, though unfortunately have no real significant ties to my cultures :( But I do love Filipino food !!

That's all for now! If you read this far you're a fucking champ 😭😭 Stay safe out there!!

#stars.txt

[bonkers-4-hatter]

!Yandere !Vampire Kisumi X Reader - Love Bites

♥ TW: This fanfic has mentions of kidnapping, violence, assault, biting and mentions of blood along with the biting, forced intimacies, forcing self onto the reader at certain points and yandere themes and actions. ♥ If any of the above does trigger you, please do not read. All characters are 18+ as college is mentioned in the past tense. 

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥                                                                                              ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥                                  You were never one to believe in such things as mythical creatures, it was just a bunch of nonsense. Of course, they’re wonderful tall tales to tell and talk about when you were younger, but you’re grown now; out of that phase you could say.

Tall tales, that’s all they were...at least you thought they were.

You could draw everything that you’ve experienced and seen as a lack of sleep, working too hard, or just needing a break to calm your mind, but with the most recent experiences you just couldn’t come up with an excuse for them and that very thought chilled you to your core. The dark figure standing in the corner of your room at night using the darkness as a veil, but the thing that stood out to you was the flickers of pink from the top of the figure's head from the small slivers of moonlight peeking through the closed curtains. 

Not only did the figure terrify you, but the touches were what set you over the edge. The soft touches that caressed your cheeks, head and the curves and contours of your body as the hands glided across your blanket covered body. You would always peek your eyes open only to see the same pink hair in your view.

The only person you knew with pink hair was Kisumi. 

He was your friend, a close friend at that. You guys did everything together, having been friends since College it just made sense for you guys to do things together. His behavior used to be carefree, fun and just free. Kisumi was a free spirit, but you noticed something change within him in the past few years; he was more possessive toward you. Always wanting to have your attention, scaring off potential significant others.

This wasn’t his usual behavior with you. Not only that, but his mannerisms have changed too. Not really eating in front of you, coming over at night only; claiming his new job had him working mornings many days and just being too exhausted to go anywhere with you during the day. Just weird things that have come up that rubbed you the wrong way. 

You hated that your mind went to these tall tales of Vampires, but you couldn’t come up with a normal answer. With his towering figure plaguing your mind, the touches that came in contact with your resting body and the constant fear and shiver of being watched by something unknown, hidden, just lurking in the shadows with their eyes fixated on you. 

Looking at how Kisumi was laughing and socializing with your guys’ group of friends, it’s as if nothing changed with him and he was the same ole Kisumi that everyone knew and had a great time with. He might have been able to fool the rest of your friends, but you knew something was up and tonight you were going to confront him even if you sounded like a lunatic. Taking a final drink of your (favorite drink), you placed some money on the table to cover your portion of the bill along with everyone else as everyone started to get up and say their goodbyes, making plans to meet up again next month as usual. 

Giving a final wave to your friends, you felt an arm snake around your shoulders and pulled you into a firm body. “(Y/N)-chan, let’s get you home.” Kisumi’s smooth voice filtered through your ears as you both made your way down the mostly empty sidewalk, the chatter and lively atmosphere of the restaurant dying away the further you walked away. The only noise that echoed around the silent street was both of your footsteps.

“You know I can get myself home, right Kisu?” He only shook his head and rubbed your shoulder, his cold skin giving you goosebumps as he brushed his fingers against the skin of your exposed upper arm. That was another weird thing with him, he was always cold now. He used to be warm, overly warm actually, always a human furnace. Now though, he was always cold to the touch and it always made you shiver no matter how many times it happened. 

“I know (Y/N), but I have to protect you from all the monsters out there, don’t I?” Another shiver ran down your spine at his question, you knew it was playful. It was Kisumi, he was always playful when it came to you, but this felt like it held an underlying meaning; like he was trying to tell you something. Scoffing, you rolled your eyes at his words. “Sure, the monsters Kisumi, whatever you say.” He laughed at your words as the both of you continued to walk down the street in silence. 

Clearing your throat, you decided to just ask him. “So, speaking of monsters, what do you think about vampires?” Kisumi stopped walking as he grasped your shoulder in a tight grip making you reel back as well. “What the hell Kisumi?!” Your shoulder burned a bit at how hard he dug his fingernails into your skin, but he still didn’t let go. Looking at his face he had a stoic look and his eyes were menacing in a way; narrowed and pointed right at you. “Vampires? Now, why would little (Y/N)-chan bring up such a thing as Vampires?” The malice that was laced in his voice was evident and downright terrifying especially in a situation where you were alone with him at night on an empty street. 

You tried to yank yourself away from his strong hold, but he didn’t let up. “It was a joke Kisumi, what’s wrong with you?” He only smirked at your words, before pushing against your shoulder until you hit the brick wall of one of the buildings. “A joke huh?” Placing his other hand on your free shoulder, he pinned you in place, the brick rubbing against your exposed skin in a way that it surely would leave marks. Before you could protest, Kisumi leaned down to your ear and whispered, “Do you think it’s a joke as you watch me in the corner of your room, or when I touch your delicious body in bed?” Your breath caught in your throat at his words. 

Your hands pushed hard against his chest, fear crawling up your body at his words. “That’s not fucking funny Kisu, I’m leaving.” Without waiting for him to respond, you shoved your way past him, resuming the trek to your house. Even the thought of your house wasn’t safe, it made you even more fearful, but you didn’t have much of a choice at this point. You felt like the darkness was suffocating you at this point and without a second thought, you ran the remainder of the few blocks, your front door in your view making you somewhat relieved. 

Deadbolting the door, your body slid down, settling at the floor. You felt exhausted, fearful and not to mention paranoid. Heavy eyes scanned the living room and what you could see of your hallway and everything seemed clear. Getting up with weak legs, you turned on every light in the house paying no mind to the thought of your electric bill nor how silly it seemed. This was what made you feel safe and at this point you were going to do anything to feel that way. 

After changing into some pajamas and trying to relax from the encounter with Kisumi, you found yourself wrapped up in a blanket on the couch, television playing a cliche horror movie. Wanting something to take your mind off what happened, you got sucked into the black and white film.

Your mind was completely preoccupied with the slasher film, blanket clutched in your hands, hiding your face behind the fuzzy comfort item as specific gory and violent scenes would pop on the screen. Usually you would watch these movies, any movie really with Kisumi...your mind went to your friend for a moment, not of the creepy things that have arisen recently, but of the memories of you both together. He would be here right now poking fun at you for being scared of these scenes, but also ‘protecting’ you from whatever was going on.

As your mind was wandering, you didn’t notice the presence next to you, not until a hand was on your thigh, fingers tapping against the supple flesh that was exposed from your pajamas. A scream erupted from your throat, but a hand clasped over your mouth, muffled cries were the only thing in the room, the noises on the television being drowned out by the thumping of your own heart. “Now (Y/N), this is the best part, hold in that scream for a minute, alright love?” His hand was still over your mouth and his free one was still trailing along your thigh. Side eyeing him, he sat there with a content smile on his face, eyes still glued on the screen. You stayed in that position for the next ten minutes until the credits were rolling.

“I loved watching these movies with you (Y/N), it was nice to be your savior when you got scared at certain scenes.” His hand uncovered your mouth, but started to stroke the soft skin down the slope of your neck getting dangerously close to the valley of your chest. “K-Kisu...how’d you get in?” Your body started to tremble as he just laughed at the fear pouring out of you at this moment. Gripping the back of your neck, Kisumi pulled you toward him, his face shoving itself into the crook of your neck as he started to place soft kisses along the slope of your neck and your collarbone. 

You felt his hot breath fan your skin as he answered your question. “Oh (Y/N), I think you already know the answer...I always tell you to lock your window.” The color drained from your face. Your window. The window that was always unlocked. It was something you didn’t think about because it was on the second floor. A place no human can reach because there were no trees, ledges, anything to help with climbing up. 

“Am I right Kisu?” A single question you needed answered. A heavy silence hung in the air as the man in question even stopped his kisses on your skin. “You’re always right (Y/N), I knew you would piece everything together, my (Y/N) is smart after all.” You could feel the sharpness of teeth scrape against the tender flesh of your neck, your breath hitching at the sensation. 

“I’ve always wanted to taste you, to know how sweet your blood is, I might get addicted to it (Y/N), but I don’t want to drain you dry...I want you around forever with me.” He laughed at the flinch in your body as he pressed his fangs a bit deeper into your neck. “You’re not ready to be changed yet either.” Sitting back up, he effortlessly pulled you into his lap, arms wrapping around your waist and anchoring you to him. “I think I’ll keep you as my personal toy until you’re ready to be changed, doesn’t my (Y/N) like the sound of that?” Fully grinning at the petrified look on your face, he showed you his sharp fangs, tongue sliding over them to add emphasis on what would happen if you disobeyed him.

--

You didn’t know what month it was, let alone the day. You just knew it’s been so long since Kisumi took you that night at your former house. After he had you in his arms, he told you what was going to happen. You got to pack what you could that night and he took you away. His home was your home now, or as he puts it, our home. 

He didn’t let you out, the house was your own personal prison and you...you were Kisumi’s personal blood bag. He didn’t want to kill you, nor turn you yet, but he had to have a taste of your blood, he tasted every other aspect of you and he knew he’d be addicted to your blood and it turns out he was.

Your skin was littered in bite marks. He would pierce your skin and take a drink from you, enough to make you dizzy before he stopped himself. He couldn’t wait for the wound to heal which is why he bites you in any available skin no matter where it is. 

He just wanted your sweet blood. Sometimes he would go overboard and will only stop if you pass out. Due to him feeding on you, you were exhausted. You turned into a shell of your former self with his constant feeding. Dark bags were under your eyes, droopy lids accompany them as well. All you wanted was rest, proper rest, but you knew you’d never get that again. 

You wouldn’t get anything you wanted again.

“(Y/N), my love, there you are.” Your head lolled to the side, Kisumi standing there with his usual smile on his face. The bed dipped down as his hands smoothed over your body, caressing any part of you he could get. He kissed your lips and made his way down to your neck. Before he could do anything, you whined out, hands weakly trying to stop him. 

“Please, not today Kisumi, I don’t think I can do it. I hurt so much, you drank too much yesterday, please give me a day to recover.” Kisumi cupped your face, thumb stroking the dark bags that decorated under your eyes. “Rest? (Y/N), we’ve been over this already sweetheart, I need to taste you everyday otherwise I might snap and we wouldn’t want that, right?” His hand clutched your face, squishing your cheeks together as you frantically shook your head not wanting to have him hurt you again.

“Good, that’s my good girl.” Placing a soft kiss on your forehead, he let your face go, a breath of relief escaped you as he bared his fangs and traced them over the scarred skin before sinking into the skin of your neck, a place he hasn’t touched in a week which was plenty of time to heal in his opinion.

“Ahh, Kisu...hurts, Kisu, it hurts..” Your weak voice flooded his ears, but he paid you no mind, you always struggled when he did this, but you were his to use and abuse to his desire. You were his little toy, his precious (Y/N).

The feeling of your blood sliding down his throat was beautiful. It was like a drug to him, he couldn’t get enough of it and he knew he was breaking you, but he didn’t care. He will turn you soon and you’ll be fine, but for now he needs you to keep hanging on. The quiet moans of pain only turned him on as he sunk his fangs deeper in your soft skin. “Kisu..too much, stop, please.” Soft pounding of your hands on his back snapped him out of his trance, Unlatching himself from your neck, your head fell to the side, eyes half lidded and skin heated after the ordeal. 

Licking a stray drop of blood from his lips and the puncture wounds on your neck, he was satisfied for now. Even though he was addicted to your blood, he was excited to turn you. You would finally be his forever, just as it should’ve been. Smirking at your worn out body, he gave you one last kiss before throwing a blanket over you and stalking off to finish your turning ceremony.

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[littleoddwriter]

BoP!Roman Sionis has BPD (in my opinion) | Headcanon

Disclaimer: This is purely a headcanon with some “evidence” from the film. I have been diagnosed with BPD. This is by no means meant to invalidate any other headcanons (like the Bipolar one, which I’ll also mention here). Please don’t come for my ass, thanks!

Personally, I headcanon BoP!Roman Sionis to suffer from Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD). For one, I have been diagnosed with it, so I feel more connected to him through that (so, I may be projecting a liiittle bit). But he also shows quite a few signs for it, albeit it probably wasn’t intentional, nor does he have to have a specific disorder assigned to him anyway. Still!

I saw a lot of people assign Bipolar Disorder to him from the day the movie premiered, and while I can’t deny the possibility, nor do I want to take away anyone’s headcanon, one reason why I was always a bit “Hhh, idk” with it is because his mood swings are way too rapid. They happen in such quick succession, whereas Bipolar Disorder is known for- not gradual, but more long-lasting and slower changing moods/mood swings. BPD on that note happens in moments, almost. You can be feeling like you’re on top of the world, a God even, in one  moment, and the very next - usually because of a trigger - you plummet, you feel everything at once, it is overwhelming. Most common are anxiety, guilt, or anger. Rage. Which Roman displays. He is also quick to calm down after an episode and act as if nothing has happened at all, which is also quite common in people with BPD.

It is of course possible that he has Bipolar and BPD. I’ve met some people who suffered from both (and more). It’s possible and quite common, since BPD often comes with other disorders anyway. They don’t cancel each other out. So, if anyone headcanons him with Bipolar, then that’s what he has and you can do whatever you want with that, I support that. I just feel as if sometimes people reached a quick verdict because the mood swings were so potent that they might have immediately connected it to Bipolar, because that’s pretty much all that people usually know about it. Or someone who suffers from it has seen Roman and thought “I see myself in that” and that’s super valid because that’s basically what I’m doing here, too. I still thought I’d bring it to attention, since it almost became Fanon at one point and I just felt as though the more plausible answer has been overlooked all this time, I’m not going to lie.

Onto the signs/”evidence” of Roman suffering from BPD that I found/have personally interpreted that way (again, you can interpret/headcanon whatever you want):

Please note that there are 9 Symptoms of BPD that are used to diagnose people. You have to show at least 5 of them to qualify for a diagnosis. It can’t be diagnosed before the age of 18, and it’s important that the symptoms have been going on for a long time in a certain pattern that aligns with BPD, rather than anything else because most BPD symptoms are ones that show in other disorders as well.

Intense fear of real or imagined abandonment and frantic attempts/efforts to stop said abandonment from happening: Roman is shown to 1) not handle rejection well at all (example: Keo, Dinah’s betrayal - and his reaction), 2) cling onto other people (example: Dinah), 3) need reassurance that he’s not being betrayed/abandoned (example: Dinah), etc. You get the idea. He reacts extremely to these things. Mr Keo rejects him? He gets murdered. Dinah betrays him? He breaks down completely.

Intense mood swings: What I said above - his mood swings are quick and extreme. He’s agitated, even raging, in one moment and in the next he jumps up, is giddy and excited, as though nothing ever happened.

A pattern of unstable and intense interpersonal relationships characterised by alternating between extremes of idealization and devaluation: Just like moods, and helped by the black/white thinking, opinions of other people can change in a heartbeat. Also characterised by a BPD-exclusive thing, called Splitting. One moment you’ll love someone to the moon and back, then they make one mistake, change their tone, anything, and you hate them, they’re evil, you want them gone. Sounds as unhealthy and exhausting as it is. Again with Dinah - she used to just be a singer in his club, which he was fascinated by. She comforted him. Suddenly, he made her his new driver and his opinion of her didn’t necessarily change, but it intensified, he “loved” her more than anything, or anyone else at that time - idealised her (I’d say that she momentarily was his new Favourite Person (FP, also BPD exclusive), even though Zsasz has been his FP for over a decade by then). Then she betrayed him and while he didn’t want Zsasz to kill her immediately, you could say that he may have wanted to do it himself. He definitely hated her at that point. She was evil, a betrayer. She needed to be gone. 

Distorted and unstable self-image or sense of self: Basically, I’d say that his carefully constructed vain facade is part of it. I think he built this flamboyant, outgoing persona to appeal to others and be able to socialise better. He lives off of approval and attention, and the best way to get it is to be loud and eccentric the way we know him in the film. And he is narcissistic to a fault, which you could attribute to BPD as well, but also his lack of a clear sense of self, therefore forcing it by idealising himself almost. Just my thoughts, though. The more valuable evidence for this is Black Mask. Roman has this different persona, both as protection, and as a means to let go, to get away from himself, to be even more cruel, etc. But he doesn’t always make use of it, hell, for all we know, the end of the movie really was the first time (in a long time, perhaps) he’s actually been Black Mask. I believe that he doesn’t really know who he is, or who he wants to be. Black Mask knows it, though, and he is better in ways that Roman can’t push himself to be. At least that’s my take on it. I just feel as if Roman’s very flamboyant and eccentric persona is something he consciously built, that it’s someone he pretends to be, even though deep down he knows he’s not that. Or maybe it’s just a part of him that he amplifies because he doesn’t know what else there is to him, doesn’t see anything else significant to himself. You know?

Impulsive and often dangerous behaviours: Roman abuses substances (he takes drugs, drinks alcohol), especially when he is trying to cope after being rejected (Keo). Other things would only be speculation, so I won’t list them, but it’s safe to say that he does show this symptom.

Inappropriate, intense anger or difficulty controlling anger (e.g., frequent displays of temper, constant anger, or recurrent physical fights): Not much to say to that, if you’re reading this, you have seen the film and know exactly why I say that he clearly shows this symptom.

Paranoia and Dissociation: It’s not an entirely clear thing, but I’d argue that it’s safe to say that he shows clear signs of dissociation and paranoia. [I’d also say he is shown to be psychotic (he’s definitely delusional and has auditory hallucinations, so- psychosis).] For the paranoia, I doubt I have to say a lot about this, but- Black Canary again. “You wouldn’t betray me, would you?” after he’s already been betrayed by Harley and then Erika, who he thought has been laughing at him. He can’t trust anyone. Not even Zsasz, apparently. Because when Victor told him Dinah is a rat, he asked him “Are you sure?”, making it clear that in this very moment, he didn’t trust him either. I feel like he probably doesn’t even trust Victor as blindly as we were made to believe anyway, due to his paranoia. [Now for the psychosis: You can hear too loud and distorted laughter when Keo rejects him, when Erika supposedly laughed at him, and when Victor tells him Dinah is a rat. I’d say that it’s safe to assume that he hears this laughter in his head - auditory hallucinations.] He also dissociates, when he becomes Black Mask, and when he is having an episode because of the diamond being stolen. Only Victor could ground him by intense physical contact and seeking just as intense eye contact. 

As you can see, I can assign 7 of the 9 criteria to Roman (the two that have been left out were self-harming/suicidal behaviour and chronic feelings of emptiness, both of which I can’t determine through what we’ve been shown in the film, so). 

Still, to me, he may as well suffer from both BPD and Bipolar, which would make his psychosis even more likely (psychosis can also be caused by BPD, but actual hallucinations are less common, usually we are more likely to “only” experience delusions).

If anyone’s even read all of this - What are your thoughts on this? Do you think it’s plausible? Did you have a wholly different opinion? I’d love to hear anything people have to say, as long as it is respectful!

#bpd #borderline personality disorder #roman sionis #ewan mcgregor #birds of prey #harley quinn birds of prey #birds of prey and the fantabulous emancipation of one harley quinn #headcanon #mental disorder headcanon #character study #dissociation #paranoia #psychosis #just for those who have blacklisted these tags idk #i wanted to write a vent fic because my bpd f-ed me over big time today #but instead i wrote this in the past three hours #and i am making it everyone else's problem #so rip lol

[tinalbion]

Fred and a touch-starved s/o who loves snuggles, especially human!Fred?

Oh hell yes! Something about human Fred, as most of you know, just hits so much with me and I love and adore that man. This is legit me though, I am touch starved and only human Fred will fix it.

“A Simple Touch”

Warnings: Soft shit, anxiety

Length: 2.2k

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You were caught off guard when you had walked along the street back to your place, your mind elsewhere as you held onto your drink and you had almost stumbled into the street off of the curb. You heard an echo of laughter from a small group of men just a couple of feet ahead of you, but there was one that had stuck out to you, the one wearing a caramel-colored coat. He had such confidence and you smiled stupidly as he looked back, probably at something more significant than you, but you knew there was something there the moment his eyes caught yours,

You’d never see him again and that was fine, things happen and you could live with it. 

But you weren’t prepared to see him in the same coffee shop you were in at the same time, ordering a black coffee with one cream, no sugar. You were there for your lunch and it just so happened that you were meant to meet this man, but you were completely embarrassed when he caught you staring at him, so you tried your best to ignore it and look down at the newspaper that was spread across the table, occupying your time as you waited for your drink. 

He stepped beside you and leaned against the tall counter, looking down at the same paper as you, playing it cool, you imagined. Your flushed cheeks were obvious, you just knew he was staring at you. 

“Hey, are you reading that?” The man pointed to the papers you stared at intently and gave you a smile. 

All you could do was shake your head in response and take a step back to move out of the way, hoping he wouldn’t look at you any longer in case your face was completely blotched from all the blushing you were doing. “Yeah,” was all you muttered.

The man chuckled and grabbed a section, looking it over as he sipped at his coffee carefully, trying his best not to burn the roof of his mouth. “So uh, I’m Fred. I’ve seen you around, what’s your name?” 

You swallowed the lump in your throat and boldly looked up at him. “I’m Y/N, a pleasure it is to meet you.” You held out your hand awkwardly for a shake and he took it, instead he placed his lips against your knuckles. 

“A beautiful name for sure,” he praised. “Well, I’ll be seeing you around I hope.”

After that day, you made it a point to try and make it to the coffee shop every day you could, hoping to meet him again despite your lack of courage to actually talk to him. He was on your mind since then, and the thing you noticed about him was his hands; they looked muscular and calloused as if he was skilled in using them, and you couldn’t help but imagine them around you. Nothing called to you more than wanting to be wrapped in his arms, his coat draped over you as you lay there in his arms. 

Your dream was one step closer to reality only a month later. Fred invited you to a drive-in that everyone was talking about, and you had gotten comfortable enough to hold a conversation with him by this point, so you agreed without hesitation. 

After you got all dolled up and left with him, you were settled in the back seat of his cherry-red Bel Air, the top pulled down so you two could enjoy the large screen even more. You ate the popcorn meekly as the trailers rolled, the upcoming movies displayed on the big screen blasted as you tried your best not to look over at Fred who was shrugging out of his coat. You two hadn’t even really held hands at this point, you were testing the waters with your dates, and this being only the second legitimate one, you were incredibly nervous at the intimacy this setting offered. 

Freddy then turned to you with his bag of popcorn in hand, smiling at you as his eyes dragged up and down your body. “You look lovely tonight, Y/N,” he complimented, his voice honeyed as it blessed your ears. That was another thing you loved about him; the fact he could make you drop and do whatever he wanted with just the sound of his voice, it was dangerous. 

“Thank you, Fred, you don’t look too bad yourself,” you replied sweetly. It was tough to still your hand from shaking so much, but you craved to have his fingers entangled with your own as you would both sit back and enjoy the film, but heaven forbid if you pushed things too quickly, so you decided that you would let him take it at his own pace. 

“You’re shaking,” Freddy pointed out as he watched your hands tremble, “are you cold?” Without thinking about it, he grabbed his leather jacket and draped it over your shoulders as he asked you to sit forward.

What you didn’t expect was to feel his hand brush against your shoulder and it caused you to shudder, letting out a little mewl from the brief contact. He looked at you and smirked, wondering what that was about, but Fred was good at reading people and how they were feeling, which made him good at what he did. A moment later, Fred reached over and placed his arm around your shoulder as the movie began, his eyes directed onto the screen as he watched you from the corner of his eye, watching how you reacted. 

The few times you had been together, you made sure not to be as awkward as you had been this evening, but he caught you in the middle of being lost in thought and completely distracted. When you had been violently pulled from your thoughts by his touch, your eyes went wide and you had tried to slip out of his grasp, but there was no way you were getting out of this one. 

You melted into his touch, scooting as closely as you could into the crook of his arm, then you rested your head against his shoulder, sighing as you were able to take in his scent, which was incredible. You thought you’d shy away from his touch the moment it would happen, but feeling the warmth of his against your sensitive cool skin was an overwhelming feeling that you couldn’t ignore. He knew his speculation was right after seeing how you reacted to him, which he would keep a mental note of for later. 

Once the movie was over and Fred drove you home, you were parked outside of your place with the convertible top still down, the night air was refreshing and you thanked him for such a lovely time before you opened the door. His hand was on your wrist in an instant, stopping you from leaving, and you tensed in his hold as you whipped your head back to look at him. You wanted to stay, you wanted him to ask you, but the way he looked at you at that moment, you felt that anything could happen at this point. 

“W-what is it, Fred?” you asked nervously, your body still tense.

 “Well Y/N, I was thinkin’,” he began and started to gently rub his thumb across the skin of your wrist, seeing what it did to you, “I was hopin’ actually, that maybe I could come inside? I mean, it’s still early. But if not, I could leave you for the evenin’ and see you tomorrow.”

It was an offer too good not to pass up and you immediately agreed to his request. “Of course, Fred! Please, come on in,” you chirped and stepped around to his side of the car, opening his door for him. You were a little too eager as you reached for his hand, humming happily when he would grip yours in return.

Once you were both inside and he shrugged off his coat, you had quickly offered him something to drink and told him to make himself comfortable, but his mind was elsewhere as he followed you to the kitchen, his eyes watching you as he stood there in silence. He noticed how your steps seemed unsure as you took them, your eyes averted his gaze any chance you could, and you had taken every precaution not to step too close to him. He knew you had something on your mind that you were too polite to mention, but he couldn’t blame you, there was so much on both of your minds, but if you were anything like him, you’d have a tough time opening up to him without assistance. 

Freddy stepped behind you as you leaned against the kitchen counter to take a few deep breaths, his hand gently rested on your shoulder, his fingers wrapped around your arm and squeezed, and he was audibly able to hear your satisfaction from his touch, his expression stern as you spun to meet his gaze, though your eyes were downcast as you refused to meet his gaze. He wouldn’t allow it; his index finger and his thumb were placed under your chin and he pulled your face up to meet his, his smile a mix between mischievous and soft.

The mere touch of his two fingers made you shiver and you weren’t able to bring yourself to move. “I knew there was somethin’ I liked about you, but seein’ you get all soft on me whenever I touch you, it’s kinda nice to see.” His voice was low now, his mouth now close to your ear as his fingers slowly slid from your shoulder and up your neck, causing you to shiver again.

“Fred, please,” you begged quietly, hoping he would ease up. This wasn’t exactly what you’d consider torture, but with the way you were feeling, it was close enough.

“What, am I overstepping?”

You thought for a moment and couldn’t help but shake your head in response. “No, it’s uh, well uh, it’s not that,” you couldn’t process your thoughts well enough to explain further. 

“Then you wouldn’t mind if I continued,” he smirked and leaned in toward your neck, his mouth planting small kisses against it as he listened to just how much it affected you. 

The mere feeling of his skin in contact with yours was just so heavenly and pure bliss, it was almost like you were experiencing a wonderful dream that you never wanted to wake up from. He was careful not to go too far with you, there were boundaries he wouldn’t cross unless you asked him to, but for now he would take his time and take it slow. 

What he didn’t know was that you were so frazzled by just his touch that you were almost having a hard time breathing, but you calmed yourself by just listening to his voice as he softly instructed you to take slow, deep breaths. It was relaxing and it did help you, but you were still internally terrified by the fact that this man wanted to be involved with you. 

“Hey now, it’s fine, Y/N,” he cooed beside your ear as he pulled you into a firm hug, his arms enveloped you like a wave of warm water, the feeling of it wrapping you into a protective bubble that made you audibly sigh.

“Thanks, Fred,” you replied quietly. “Can we just… sit on the sofa and watch a movie? Please?”

He pulled away slightly and smirked sweetly down at you, the adoration in his eyes a bit too obvious. “Yeah, of course.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you along back into the living room, he kicked off his shoes by the front door as you snuck into your room quickly to change into something more comfortable, then you came back to see him sitting there and waiting for you.

He saw your pajamas and he couldn’t help but poorly attempt to conceal the smile he had on his face. “Nice choice of sleepwear, Y/N,” he teased lightly. He didn’t mind them at all, in fact, he enjoyed seeing you wear them. “Come, sit.” 

You smiled weakly and crawled onto the sofa beside him, immediately snuggling into his side, your hands clinging to his nice button-up shirt as he once again placed his arm over your shoulder as you grabbed the blanket off the back of the sofa, immediately wrapping yourself in it, and you so kindly draped it over Fred. As your eyes gazed at the television, focusing on the screen, you rested your head on his shoulder and let out a sigh of relief. This is what you needed and this is all you ever wanted, just to feel comfortable and at ease in someone’s embrace, even if it was just a simple soft touch on your shoulder, you knew that Fred would be the one to bring you the comfort you longed for. 

#tinalbion writings #anon ask #slasher requests #slashers x reader #slashers imagines #slashers headcanons #freddy krueger #freddy krueger x reader #freddy krueger imagine #freddy krueger headcanons #human!freddy #human!freddy krueger #so fucking SOFT #a nightmare on elm street #anoes

[kittinoir]

Phantoms Ch. 14

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Marinette couldn’t stop screaming.

Not in a way that anyone could hear, but the inside of her head was a shrill banshee call, heralding the death of her soul mate. Stupid, stupid, stupid. That was the only word that registered, occasionally breaking through that wordless wail before vanishing again.

It was our love that did this to the world.’

How could she have believed him? How had she taken that as the one honest thing Chat Blanc had said in that other world, that other time? Had it been the truth of her name lending weight to it? Was it because, even then, she’d been afraid he was right? Hadn’t she always assumed that truly pursuing Adrien would inevitably mean falling apart when she couldn’t be honest with him or prioritize a relationship?

It had been a hint, like flicking the bell. He hadn’t been telling her their love had ended the world. He’d been telling her how he knew her identity - that he loved her, and more importantly, that she loved him back. That if indeed it was their love that had destroyed everything, it was also their love that fixed it. That together, they were unstoppable. Even if he hadn’t been able to free himself from the akuma, Chat Blanc was still her partner, and he’d still been fighting with her, not against her. He’d been counting on her being smarter than her fear. He’d under-estimated how strong that fear was.

Or had he?

Had discovering Hawk Moth’s identity been the trigger last time, too? Had he known that in some timeline, some where, this discovery would be inevitable? And that when it came, Hawk Moth would take advantage of it? Had Chat Blanc tried to give her every warning he could, so that when the time came, she’d be ready?

In the present, caught up against Chat Blanc’s chest, his arm an iron band around her torso, Marinette couldn’t help but feel the effort had been wasted. But a small part of her protested. She was right. She could feel it in the way Adrien’s hand cupped her cheek, his fingertips just brushing the shell of her ear, his nails scraping her earring: hesitation.

“I suppose you were wrong, Marinette,” he cooed as his thumb caressed her cheekbone. “All that agony, for nothing. We could have been happy.”

“We will be,” she promised as he started to reach for her earring. “I promise. I’ve got it figured out now.”

Marinette slammed her elbow back, hissing as she made contact with Chat Blanc’s very solid torso. It wasn’t enough to hurt him or even break his hold, but it surprised him enough that he loosened his grip, just for a moment. It was enough; Marinette slipped from his grasp and rolled, calling Tikki as she went. In seconds, Ladybug was back on her feet and dodging Chat Blanc’s blows as she reassessed the situation.

Chloe had survived the blast that had nearly struck them with minimal injuries. She was watching Ladybug and Chat Noir spar with narrowed eyes, her mouth set in a determined line. Viperion was no where to be seen, and Ladybug had to assume he was incapacitated, or he never would have let her end up in Chat Blanc’s deadly embrace. 

A shadow moved over Chat Blanc’s shoulder and she registered Koira slipping up behind him. Ladybug adjusted her tactic to him, but it didn’t feel as natural as it did with Chat Noir. It was like missing the last step on the stairs. She couldn’t be sure Koira understood what she was doing. 

“Why won’t you help me, Marinette?” Chat Blanc said as he slipped closer again. “This is our chance to finally be rid of Hawk Moth. All I need is your Miraculous!”

“He’s manipulating us, Chat Noir,” she panted as she skipped back, dodging a series of small cataclysms. Where had Ryuuko gone? Was she down, too? “Just like always. We can’t win like this!”

“Maybe you can’t,” he conceded with a swipe, “But I can. Koira was right; we can’t beat him on our terms.” A boom shook the room as another explosion hit the wall. Concrete rained down.

Ladybug swept her leg out, but he avoided her easily. “What are you talking about?!”

“People like Hawk Moth are always one step ahead because there’s no line they won’t cross, nobody they won’t sacrifice to win.”

“And so you’re willing to sacrifice me now?”

She doubted anyone else would have noticed it, but she knew him, and so she saw it - he wavered. 

“I don’t want to hurt you, Marinette,” he said, “But Gabriel needs to pay.”

“This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” Koira said as he finally made his move. He surged up behind Chat Blanc and hooked his arms behind his back. “There’s toeing the line and then there’s crossing it, and I think you’ll find yourself ill suited to the latter.”

“Coward,” Chat Blanc hissed. “I should have known.” He gave a mighty heave and pulled Koira over his shoulder, sending him flying.

It was our love that did this to the world.

Marinette hated those movies - the ones where love was the answer. 

Love had never been the answer for her. It had only ever caused her problems. Hollywood loved to prop love up as some sort of cure-all answer, as if it were anything without trust, and hard work, and respect. Love didn’t deakumatize people - she did. Love hadn’t led them to Hawk Moth’s lair - Chloe had. 

But somehow she knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that it was the only thing that would save Adrien now. He would have to choose. It had to be stronger than his hatred. And it wasn’t a choice she could make for him. 

Chat Blanc began to advance on her, but Ladybug just closed her eyes. “Tikki. Spots off.”

Her transformation dissolved in a familiar shower of cool red sparkles. Her heart pounded as she felt the wind from another cataclysm brush her cheek, but when she opened her eyes, she saw Chat Blanc had frozen, too. Even though it would be easy to over-power her now, he didn’t move.

“I won’t fight you,” she said calmly. She reached for her right ear. Though she never took them off, the stud slipped easily enough from the lobe. 

“Marinette!” Tikki zoomed in front of her face. “What are you doing!”

“What I have to,” Marinette said. She pulled the other stud from her ear, and Tikki vanished. She cupped the jewelry in her palm for the briefest moment. Then she held out her hand. 

Chat Blanc’s eyes narrowed. “What is this.”

Marinette’s voice was steady as she said, “This is what you want. Right?”

Confusion crossed Chat Blanc’s face. “Yes, I - ” He took a halting step toward her.

“You’re right,” she said. “Gabriel will sacrifice anything to win. Maybe you’re willing to make that choice right now, too. But I won’t. I can’t. I won’t sacrifice us. Not ever again.” 

He was in front of her then, the face that had haunted her for weeks just inches from her own. It didn’t scare her anymore.

“Marinette.” She refused to look away as he laid one white hand over her upturned palm. He felt like ice, but she didn’t move. “I’m sorry, my love. He has to pay.”

She said nothing as they stood there, balancing on a knife’s edge. She would not cajole him. She would not fight him. He had to want their future as much as she did. He had to believe it was possible. He had to want it more than he wanted revenge. She couldn’t make him; she wouldn’t waste her time trying. But she wouldn’t let Hawk Moth take this from her, too.

“All these years,” a deep voice said from the back of the room. “I never imagined Ladybug would just hand over her Miraculous.”

Distantly, Marinette’s nerves twinged: Hawk Moth would know her identity. It was a distant thought, there, then gone, not even significant enough to really register. Marinette felt more than she saw Chat Blanc stiffen, then slowly turn. She knew she should look as well, especially when Hawk Moth was addressing her directly, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from Chat Blanc’s face. It was devoid of anything but icy, unforgiving rage. She had miscalculated. There would be no mercy today.

“A deal is a deal, Chat Noir,” Hawk Moth said as he stepped out from behind a silver canister at the back of the room. “Or is it Chat Blanc now?”

“You won’t live long enough for it to matter one way or the other,” Chat Blanc snarled, but even as his fingers contracted around her hand, he didn’t take the earrings.

“We’re not so different,” Hawk Moth said as though they were talking about the weather. “True, you lack any real fore-thought or follow-through, but our motivations are similar enough. Surely you of all people can understand the things we do for true love?”

Even Marinette blinked at that one. Of all the reasons she’d lain awake at night trying to imagine what drove the man, love had never even crossed her mind. It was impossible to imagine Hawk Moth loving anything other than the terror he perpetuated.

But her surprise was nothing compared to the all-encompassing horror that stifled even the beating of her heart as Hawk Moth pressed a button on the side of the cylinder he still stood beside and the lid slid back to reveal Emilie Agreste, looking for all the world like an enchanted queen cursed to eternal slumber.

Chat Blanc convulsed at the sight as though Hawk Moth had dealt him a physical blow. For all her time as Ladybug, the girl with the right idea at the right time, Marinette couldn’t get her brain to work. She hadn’t anticipated this. Who could have?

“All I want is to bring her back,” Hawk Moth was saying. “One wish to fix the damage. Surely you can understand that? Surely there’s nothing you wouldn’t do…to save the one you love?”

Marinette shuddered as she felt Hawk Moth’s gaze land on her again. She didn’t want to, but she couldn’t help but consider his words - if it were Adrien in the chamber, was there anything she wouldn’t do to save him?

It was impossible to know, but she could guess: losing Adrien would be better than Emilie’s suspended state and the monster she’d become to try and undo it. Adrien wouldn’t want it, and neither would she.

Chat Blanc was shaking. His fingers were tight around hers, but he wasn’t hurting her. This was it, Marinette knew. The moment had arrived. The hope she’d been holding onto when she’d called off her transformation had died when that casket lid had slid back to reveal Emilie’s face. Marinette knew his mother was the person Adrien loved most in the world. Now Hawk Moth was presenting him with a chance to bring her back. It wasn’t his fault. It was hers. She’d gambled. She’d failed to anticipate that Hawk Moth might have one more card to play. She was going to lose Adrien, and she had no one to blame but herself.

Chat Blanc’s hand scraped against hers. His back bowed like a reed in the wind, so sharply she thought it might break. And then the bell at his throat cracked. It fell to the floor in two pieces, and a scarred black butterfly emerged from the remains. The white suit dissolved as though the black one had devoured it whole, and when he finally straightened, Marinette saw that his eyes were the clear, beautiful green she knew.

“I’d worry about saving yourself,” Chat Noir panted, his voice promising violence. “Cataclysm.”

Chat Noir didn’t spare her a glance as he curled her fingers back over the earrings. Marinette didn’t waste anytime slipping them back on as her partner lead the charge. Through the haze of her transformation, she saw Koira follow Chat Noir’s lead.

“Lucky Charm!” Ladybug was already running as she snatched the spotted bottle from the air. She dodged another piece of falling concrete. “Fabric dye?” She scanned the room, but the only thing that lit up was Hawk Moth.

Movement out of the corner of her eye snagged her attention. Ladybug’s heart leapt into a gallop as she spied Chloe sneaking closer to the battle, but no sooner did she begin to shout a warning than did Chloe light up as well. 

“Ok, ok, I get it,” Ladybug muttered. Her earrings ticked down to four minutes, which meant Chat Noir had three. “Time to end this once and for all.”

Ladybug loosed her yoyo, but Hawk Moth evaded it easily. Chat Noir ducked in as she pulled her yoyo back. He swiped at Hawk Moth with his cataclysm, but Hawk Moth evaded that, too. 

“You’re children,” he spat as he sent Koira sprawling. “I have nothing but time. You can’t possibly think you have a chance.”

That was when Ladybug saw the plan come together, as surely as she saw all the players standing there now. Her earrings chimed two minutes.

“We don’t need a chance,” Ladybug panted as she feinted to the left. “Just a little bit of luck.”

Chloe shot to her feet behind Hawk Moth and struck him with the piece of chain still attached to her wrist, hard. He wouldn’t feel it through the Miraculous, not really, but it was enough of a distraction. Ladybug slipped under his guard as he turned to face the new threat. She squeezed the bottle, squirting undiluted dye directly into Hawk Moth’s eyes. He never even saw Chat Noir coming.

But Ladybug saw it all. 

The way Chat Noir came from above. The paw pad on his ring flashing its last moments. The butterfly Miraculous shattering from the force of the cataclysm. And the twin flashes of green and purple as both transformations dissolved. 

NO.” Gabriel clutched the tie pin at his throat as though he could will it back together as he stumbled from the impact. And then his gaze landed on Adrien. 

Gabriel’s eyes flew wide as he regarded his son and said, “You. You? This whole time - ”

“I think you’ll find we are equally disappointed, Father.” Adrien’s voice was cold, colder than Ladybug had ever heard it. She sensed Gabriel’s move before he made it; there was no avoiding her yoyo now. She caught him mid-lunge, and he dropped to his knees.

“Gabriel Agreste,” Ladybug said, her voice steady. She’d imagined this moment a thousand times, but never thought his name would be the one she’d utter. “Your reign of terror ends now.” And then she leaned over and tore the damaged Miraculous from his throat. “I told you this was how it would end.”

But Gabriel only smirked. “If you think this is the end, you are very much mistaken.”

A white flash from the opposite side of the room caught their attention. Pegasus was half-hanging out of a portal, Ryuuko beside him. “I heard you were ready for an escape route,” Pegasus called.

“You heard right,” Koira said. Then he swept Chloe up, ignoring the way she immediately started howling like a banshee.

“I can walk,” she snapped, kicking her legs, even if the kicks were on the feeble side.

“I have no doubt,” Koira said dryly. “Unfortunately you seem to have trouble following instructions.” They vanished through the portal.

“Viperion’s down,” Ladybug said, turning back to Adrien.

“On it,” he said. He stood and, without looking at his father, strode for the back of the room.

Cement dust continued to trickle down from the cracks throughout the room. Somewhere, a creak sounded ominously. Ladybug clutched the dye bottle in her hand, bracing herself. “Miraculous Lady - ”

Marinette’s transformation dissolved and her Lucky Charm turned to dust in her hand, the Miracle Cure abruptly beyond her grasp. Before she could blink, Ryuuko was there, her rapier beneath Gabriel’s chin before he could move. He chuckled. 

“I suppose there’s no magical cure this time, is there, Ms. Dupain-Cheng?”

She got the feeling he wasn’t talking about the damage caused in the basement room. “Not this time, no. Take him.”

Ryuuko nodded, took Gabriel firmly by the arm, and escorted him through the portal. Marinette took a breath. Then another. And another. It was over. It was finally over. Hawk Moth’s reign had finally come to an end. She squeezed her fingers, felt the jagged edges of the damaged Miraculous bite into her hand, a relic of their victory.

She took two steps towards the portal, but came up short when the long skirts of her dress caught on a piece of rubble. She tugged on the fabric, took one more step.

With a groan and ear-splitting <em>crack</em>, the damaged walls gave way and the ceiling caved in. Someone screamed. 

Marinette plunged into oblivion. 

#phantoms

[dancing-the-hellfire-rumba]

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REWRITE OF “Can You See The Stars”

Pairing: Sam x Fem!Reader Warnings: fear of being kidnapped Word Count: 2.4k Series Summary: On her way home, Y/n finds an abandoned, cracked phone on the sidewalk. Anxious about the well-being of its owner, she picks it up and texts the first contact she finds; Sam.  A/N:This is my second attempt at the story everyone loved, with an actual pllot in mind this time. So, attempt number two, better writing, better story. Have at it kids.

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Chapter One: you sure know how to fuck me up on a friday night

Y/n   |  Sam

The road to independence is uphill, and Y/n knows this better than anyone. She’s done it all. She’s gone through jobs at a similar speed with which she goes through books, worked two or more of them, while also studying for college… She knows how it works, and it’s really fucking difficult to balance emotional baggage the size of a city, an underage sister and college, while also trying to keep, not only yourself, but another person, alive, under a safe roof with food in your stomachs.

Currently, she’s only working one job, at a dive bar owned by a friend of a friend as a waitress.

It’s a difficult job, and Y/n has struggled with it, but the hardest part is not the endless knowledge one needs to mix drinks –on the nights Joel takes time off and she has to take his spot behind the bar- or the carrying up to twenty pounds of glasses and drinks and delivering them at the right table without soaking herself or anyone else with copious amounts of alcohol. Any minimum wage worker will tell you the same thing- clients of any kind fucking suck. Especially if you’re a young woman at a dive bar after midnight.

Another thing she’s struggled with is not having too much money, which is why she’s needed multiple jobs in the past, so she has to use public transport- buses specifically, to go to and from work. And that is exactly where she finds herself, a couple hours after midnight, at her bus stop, five minutes from the bar, when she finds a phone which, unbeknownst to her, will flip her world upside down.

It sits on the pavement of the bus stop, limp and sad. The screen is cracked a significant amount, and for a second she figures someone got rid of it and was too much of an asshole to throw it in the trash. But the second that thought crosses her mind, the screen lights up with a concerning text.

dude where the fuck are you?!

The contact reads “Sam”, and Y/n stands over the phone staring at it. She’s concerned. What if the phone’s owner is in trouble? The device may have fallen from their pocket on the pavement and cracked because they were running from someone and never made it home, and now whoever is texting them is worried for their well-being. Anxiety grips her heart.

It’s instinct that brings her to kneel down and pick it up. She can’t possibly know when the owner lost it, or how long the phone has been sitting there, but there’s an overwhelming urge to contact this Sam person and let them know what’s going on. Of course, the voice in Y/n’s head tells her that this all could just be a product of her anxiety, but it beats leaving it there and having it be stolen by a passerby.

Whatever, right? Best case scenario, she contacts the owner, who is perfectly safe and sound, and they take their phone back. She’s not really planning to pocket it. It’s fairly damaged anyways. Her own three year old, beat-up, 100$ phone is in better condition.

The bus arrives, and Y/n picks up the phone and boards it.

As she sits in her usual seat in the back, alone in the bus apart from an elderly man asleep with his head on a window and a cap on his head near the front, she starts speculating, eyes glued to the black device in her hands. Who’s the owner? Who is Sam to them? Perhaps a partner? A friend? How did the owner lose their phone? Why would this Sam sound so concerned, and most importantly, is the owner okay?

The heavy weight of dread weighs her chest at the thought of the phone’s owner being in trouble and without a phone. She must contact Sam immediately.

Hey, is this Sam?

As she awaits for a response, her curiosity is killing her. The intrigued part of her, reasons that she should snoop, it’s alright, she’s only looking for more information about the owner. Like whether or not they’re a woman or a man- which, sadly, matters when you’re walking alone in dark streets like the ones around this area- and perhaps their age –because, again, it matters if they are a teenager or a forty-year old adult.

The lack of passcode indicates someone older, with nothing to hide, or perhaps someone less technologically savvy, again, someone who may not be very young. The lockscreen is the most popular Led Zeppelin icon, and she instantly respects their music taste, and the home screen is some generic western movie from the 90s with Clint Eastwood. The chances of this belonging to someone younger further decline.

There’s a grand total of four downloaded apps in the phone. There’s an email app, a scrabble app, a microphone recorder and a dating app, no other sign of social media. Someone over 18 years old, definitely.

Soon, she’s tapping on the dating app, and opening their profile page. Holy shit, she thinks.

A guy, the tall, dark and handsome kind. Spiky hair and a smolder-like smile, sharp edges everywhere on his face apart from his gentle, olive-shaped and colored eyes. His lips are full, his nose straight, and his eyelashes long, dark and thick. He’s a real-life dreamboat, the kind you see in movies and Cosmopolitan articles about sex. He’s sitting on a black muscle car, a Chevrolet, with his thick thighs barely contained in blue jeans.

Dean Winchester, the app writes. 28. Male. Likes: old cars, beer, hard rock, westerns, she figured that much, bacon burgers. Dislikes: pop music, modern horror movies, uncomfortable beds. Not looking for anything serious, just a night of fun ;), and wow, okay, he sounds a bit like a dick. The very Red-blooded American Male kind, that enjoys BBQs and winking at women from across the bar. She’s had enough of those during her line of work; she can recognize them from a mile away.

Whatever the case, her moral compass couldn’t allow her to pass up on the opportunity to possibly help someone in trouble. She ignores her urge to roll her eyes, and scrolls a little, finding other pictures of the same guy, when suddenly two separate notifications appear, the phone itself vibrating. One is from the app, which has now received a picture from this girl, Jamie, one which she certainly doesn’t plan on opening, seeing as it’s followed by a winky face. The second one is from Sam.

jesus dean how drunk are you

yes it’s sam. your brother? remember?

No, this isn’t Dean, uh.

My name is Y/n. Your brother lost his phone at a bus stop, near a bar.

i should’ve figured. dean rarely ever uses punctuation.

nice to meet you i guess

Nice to meet you, too.

So basically, uhm, I thought you might help me return his phone to him? I got worried, because this was dumped on the sidewalk, I thought he may be in trouble or something.

knowing him he probably dropped it while being too shitfaced to function.

gotta admit i’m impressed though. most people would’ve pocketed it by now.

I mean, it’s not much use to me with such a cracked screen haha.

yeah i guess.

i don’t know about getting it back to him though. i’m in kansas right now so i’m not close by. i don’t think i can help you.

he doesn’t use social media either.

Crap.

What the hell am I supposed to do with this phone then?

keep it probably.

You sure there’s no other way I can reach him?

i mean i can give you his email but i’m not sure he’ll respond.

I’ll take it. Thank you :)

no problem :)

As she looks up the bus stops, and she quickly realizes this is her stop. Throwing profanities loudly enough to wake the older man at the front of the bus, she scrambles for her things, haphazardly thrown in the seat next to her, and gets off the bus. She pats herself down, making sure she hasn’t forgotten anything as the doors of the bus shut, and starts down the road to her apartment complex.

She could probably navigate this road blind. There are many ways to reach the apartment she’s renting from the bus stop, but her favorite goes through the park. It’s a large area, full of big trees with thick foliage and leaves that brown in the fall. The paths are paved and winded, and the park benches are stained with dark wood stain and curve comfortably. She enjoys coming here in evenings she has off, watching the sun descend behind the top of the trees with a good book.

The air smells like oncoming rain now, and with headphones deep in her ears, she walks taking deep breaths and enjoying the clear atmosphere that seems so unlike the roads that surround the park. As soon as she spots the first raindrop falling from the sky, she pulls her hood over her head and smiles.

It’s minutes later, when single drops have picked up to a drizzle, that she gets a sinking feeling, her hair standing up on edge at the back of her neck, shoulders knotting closer to her ears. Someone is close to her.

With the wire pinched between her thumb and index, she pulls one earbud off and pays attention to the surrounding sounds. Sure enough there’s a second pair of footsteps behind her.

Fuck, if she gets kidnapped or attacked right now, she’s fucked. There are no witnesses, and at this time of night screaming for help would be futile. She checks her bag, but her paper spray is nowhere to be found.

Yeah. Definitely fucked.

Her hands go deep in her pockets, going for her phone, but as she hears the footsteps behind her picking up speed along with hers, she panics and grabs Dean’s instead. She doesn’t look for her own, there’s no time for that, so she does the first thing she thinks of.

She texts Sam.

I think I’m being followed.

what?

Yeah

wait what’s going on? are you okay? who’s following you?

I’m walking home from work. I can’t see who it is, but they’re definitely on my tail.

how are you even typing right now??

is there any buildings around?  somewhere public to get in?

It’s 3 am. Everything is shut and I’m in the middle of a fucking park, Sam.

Fuck, I’m fucked.

what are you doing at 3 am in the middle of a fucking park then?!

A hand falls on her shoulder and she goes to scream, before she’s quickly spun around. Her free hand is curled in a fist, ready to fall on the attacker’s nose, when they speak.

“Y/n! I thought it was you!”

“Connor?!” She squints and pushes her hair away from her forehead, heart just about ready to fail out of the fright she’s gotten. “Fuck’s sake, dude, what the fuck are you doing sneaking up on me in the middle of the night like this?!” Rain still falls on her, grounding her to the present, the fact she won’t have to fight for her life and corporeal integrity sinking in slowly.

Her neighbor smiles a crooked smile, watching her place a hand over her heart and taking a deep breath. His fluffy blonde hair is damp under the light rain, light green eyes glowing under the street lights. She’s so angry at him right now, she legitimately thought she was gonna die for a second there.

“I’m sorry for scaring you,” he says, dropping his hand from her shoulder. “I didn’t think to call out to you.” A shrug.

“It’s okay,” it’s really not, but there’s no point in staying angry at him. Besides, she figures she’ll be a little safer with him walking next to her all the way back to their apartment complex.

On the way back, they catch up. Connor is back in town after a long week and a half at his sister’s wedding. He’s in a brand new relationship with the guy he’s been pining over for like 9 months now, and he got a job at the bookstore, close to their building, he’s starting next week. He was out for a drink, he offers as an explanation, and was returning home, when he bumped into her. The park is also his favorite route to take.

The key dangles from her hands and finds a home in the lock and twists, while Y/n waves at her neighbor.

“Have a good night, Connor.”

“You too, Y/n.” It’s delivered with a wink and a bright smile.

The motions of dropping her bag by the kitchen counter, dumping the keys in the small bowl and hanging her coat on the hanger are delivered on autopilot in quick succession. Shoes toed off, hair pulled out of her lazy bun, she falls unceremoniously on her thrifted couch, feet suspended on the hand rest. Emmy must be asleep, the only lights on in the house are the fairy lights over the couch, setting a soft glow over the furniture. Y/n sighs. What a day.

Seconds before she falls asleep on the couch, a phone vibrates and it’s definitely not her own. Her eyes snap wide open, and she curses, fumbling with Dean’s device.

The messages are seven, and they all share the same panicked tone. Upon reading them, Y/n facepalms and curses, guilt weighing her down. Poor guy.

y/n?

what’s going on?

are you okay?

y/n

what the hell is going on.

you’re not replying.

please text me if you’re safe.

My God, Sam, I’m so sorry.

It was a neighbor/friend, he sneaked up on me.

you sure know how to fuck me up on a friday night.

I’m genuinely so sorry, Sam, I had no idea it was him.

it’s okay

you were scared.

i am starting to question your choice in friends though.

Y/n grins for the first time that day. It’s wide and full. Sam sounds like a guy she’d hang out with.

Hahahah yeah.

I promise, Connor’s odd, but he means well.

well i have to go

but i’m glad you’re safe

Again, I’m really sorry to make you go through that.

it’s fine really.

Thank you.

Goodnight :)

Night :)

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Part 2

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icon by @/metzer

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name: Xandru Lecrawl

nicknames / aliases: "larva" or "the larva" by his lusus, it is not endearing. 

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age: 13 sweeps (27 years)

birthdate: June 2nd 

astrological sign: Cancer

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

gender: non binary

sexuality: bisexual

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species: Alternian troll

lusus: a hideous and cold-hearted insectoid creature. 

hemocaste: gold, almost appearing green.

hemo status: hemocompliant for survival.

symbol: a rendition of the constellation "Musca", or "the fly".

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health status: hair has gone white from a traumatic incident, neurodivergent (ADHD), anxiety disorder.

height: 6'6"

build: Xandru is tall and a bit lanky with somewhat long limbs, but he's very fit with well defined muscles.

complexion: pale, not like he's sick… more like he's seen a ghost. Xandru has a handful of moles dotting his body, including his face.

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hair: originally it grew in thick and dark like coal, but after a significant trauma during his grubhood his hair has gone white. He usually keeps it like an undercut, but with longer hair on top. Something like a well-groomed mop.

eyes: Xandru's eyes are naturally black, this includes his pupils as well as his irises. His pupils are somewhat enlarged as well. He often wears contacts that correspond to his blood color when out in public, and always at work.

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scars: Xandru has only sustained scarring on his back, along his shoulderblades. The scars are hard and puffy, with no signs of further healing. Despite his line of work he is not prone to getting scars at all.

tattoos: N/A

piercings: Xandru has two lobe piercings and an industrial on each ear. 

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other: while other trolls' grub arms faded into scars, Xandru's legs never left. They didn't grow with his normal limbs, leaving two vestigial arms under each if his pectorals coming out of his ribs. They are fitted with an exoskeleton and tarsi, but can do little more than wiggle about and grip light objects.

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skills: Xandru is an above-average marksman, but his skill is rarely used in the force due to his status as a social reject. He's very thorough and perfectionist about paperwork and while his higher-ups may loathe the poor man, they trust him with the organization of much of their information.

occupation: Xandru works for the UAPD (Urban Alternian Police Department) as an officer, he is often shunned by his coworkers however and usually gets stuck with paperwork or long patrol hours, sometimes even sending him to the most dangerous parts of the city in the hopes maybe he won't end up back in his cubicle the next day (which is only there to wall him in, everyone else has a normal desk).

weapon: you'll often find Xandru with the typical weapons you'd expect a police officer to have such as a gun, a baton, and a stun gun. Xandru has little personal preference for violence of any kind, but is most confident with a small gun out of any weaponry available.

abilities: N/A

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religion: Xandru is obviously not a subjug, but doesn't really follow any other of the planet's faiths either. He's somewhat superstitious, but beyond that he really isn't the spiritual type. 

languages: Xandru has a conversation-level understanding of local dialects outside of the common tongue of Alternia. He tries to keep up with local peoples and events so that he can better serve the community (if only they'd let him). 

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likes: insects, food, animals, people, organization and cleanliness, romantic media such as novels, movies, poems, and the like.

dislikes: malicious violence (he's not opposed to a good spar, just not his thing), wipe open spaces where one might feel vulnerable or watched, grime and dust or otherwise unclean spaces where he might personally reside or spend a lot of time. 

hobbies: cooking, insect husbandry (when time permits), people watching (especially on patrol), reading up on anything and everything his curious heart might desire.

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personality:

hardworking, well organized, kind hearted, optimistic, considerate, good and wholesome sense of humor, friendly and approachable, good at following direction and instructions to a tee.

naive, oblivious, sometimes too optimistic, not very assertive or dominant (which often leads him to not stand up for himself when he is being mistreated), tendency to self-isolate.

Xandru Lecrawl desperately wants to be good, to help others, and to serve and protect his community. Despite his friendly, thoughtful disposition he is often shunned by other trolls, most prominently within the workforce. Xandru yearns to pine, to love, and to be loved. However, most of his life has given him the shorter end of the stick in not just his love life, but his social and family life too. This hasn’t kept him from being a warm and kind presence wherever he may be, even if his existence is quiet. In his lust for friendliness and warmth from others he has found himself somewhat naive, and his lack of social life has caused him to be a tad awkward and somewhat oblivious to others’ intentions towards him. All and all, Xandru is an altruistic, albeit a bit shy, and hopeful individual, even if deep inside of him lies a dark sadness and sense of loss, and a feeling of imprisonment.

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connections:

Xandru's Lusus: the relationship between Xandru and his lusus is not good, his lusus is cold and can even be cruel to him. What little trust he had gained for his lusus in his grub years was broken when his lusus allowed government drones to mutilate his anatomy so that he'd better fit the standards of Alternia. His lusus shows hardly any desire to protect Xandru, and certainly no love for him. There is only a quiet, carnal need to preserve him on some level, alive.

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Oops, That Happened - Part 2 (Demetri Volturi x Reader)

Summary: After Italy and the unexpected encounter the two of you shared, it was safe to say that Demetri was on your mind a lot. Luckily for you, the feeling was mutual. You only hoped someday you could see him again...

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: NSFW, swearing, very very adult themes. If ur a kid or under 18 don't read pls shits about to get Nastay. But with fluff at the end! Merry crimmis, folks.

Part One

Months have passed by and you went about your business as normal. Bella was in her final year of high school and after Italy, it felt as if any vampire drama was wrapped up and dealt with in a nice little bow.

Except it wasn't.

One, a band of newborn vampires had come to search for your little sister, breaking into your house while your father slept on the couch and taking an item of her clothing. To say it infuriated you that once again your sister's life was at stake would be an understatement.

Secondly, you had yet to hear any word from Demetri, and as the weeks turned into months going by your hopes waned and your heart ached.

The surprise intimate moment the two of you shared played back in your mind's eye almost every night. Whenever you would be laying in bed, in the shower or going about your business his handsome face would pop into your mind accompanied by the memory of pleasure that coursed through you in that finite moment.

Did he even want to see you again? Were his words a lie? You had no idea but despite your doubts and insecurities, you wished to see him again. You longed for it.

Today Bella would be staying at Edward's house; nothing unusual there. You walked with her to her truck. "Don't get up to too much trouble, you hear me?"

Bella rolled her eyes. "Yes, Mom," she groaned. A tiny smile played on her lips, however.

Giving her a hug, you stepped back from the truck and watched your sister drive away. A sigh escaped your lips. You still hated that damn Cullen boy with a fiery passion, but you knew she would be in safe hands.

Night came and with it complete boredom. Your father Charlie was passed out cold on the couch and would be there till the sun rose. As for you, you were laying in your bed in just an oversized t-shirt that you refused to part with.

Again, as he did every night, Demetri's face popped into your mind. You closed your eyes, trying to push him out. If he still wanted me he would have made contact by now, you reasoned with yourself.

Tap. Tap.

The sound of something gently hitting your window roused you from your thoughts. Sitting up, you glanced over to your bedroom window only to cover your mouth in shock at the face peering in.

The one who had plagued your thoughts, was balancing on you could only guess was a tree branch outside your bedroom window. You had to be dreaming, surely? Or going insane.

Rushing over and yanking the window open, you leaned out of it. "What are you doing here?" You whisper-hissed in the quietest voice you could manage.

"I'm happy to see you too, love," he chuckled, "mind making some room for me to enter?"

"What, need my permission to come in?" You teased.

"Vampires don't work like that, gorgeous."

You stepped back away from the window, crossing your arms a little self consciously as you watched Demetri clamber in through your window. You were now suddenly very aware of what you were wearing; the shirt just brushed halfway down your thighs.

Demetri stood straight and studied your appearance, also taking note of your bed attire with a faint hint of a smirk. "It's been a while, you look good."

You bowed your head. "Same to you... it really has been a while, huh?"

An apologetic look crossed his face. "Forgive me. I would have been in contact sooner but my masters forbid it."

"Forbid it'?" You echoed, brows furrowing in confusion.

He nodded. "After you left Italy... let's just say that the Cullens aren't in Aro's good graces as of right now, given that you and your sister are still human."

You bit your lip. Another reminder about my mortality, fantastic.

Sensing your apprehension, Demetri slowly, cautiously as if testing the waters, approached you. "You have nothing to fear from my coven, Y/N. And especially nothing from me."

"Why are you here, Demetri?" You challenged him, meeting his eyes finally. "Because with everything I have going on right now the last thing I need is a reminder that I need to die or become a vampire."

Demetri's jaw clenched and you suddenly regretted snapping at the gorgeous but lethal vampire very much. Taking you by surprise however he sighed and took a seat at the side of your bed. Clutching his head in his hands, your concern grew as he let out a pained whine. "This is not going how I thought it would..."

"A-are you okay, Demetri?" You asked, taking a step toward him hesitantly.

Another whine, but quieter this time. "God, even just the mention of my name coming from your lips is driving me insane."

What? Blinking, you were suddenly in focus mode. Kneeling down in front of him, you forced him to look you in the eye. "What does that mean? Please tell me, I'm so lost..."

"You remember our... encounter, yes?"

You nodded in reply. How could I forget?

You watched him swallow thickly, his eyes staring intensely into your own. "Ever since that day, that moment, I've been at a loss. To think I'd get so distracted and frustrated by a simple human woman."

The last few words began a pang of pain in your heart, but a cold gentle hand cupping your face quelled it. "You are no simple woman, though Miss Swan. I've snuck way on my own accord from my group here in Washington to see you. To get closure. Tell me if you don't share my feelings, or if you do."

If your heart could spontaneously combust from excitement and nervousness at once, it would have at this moment. Here was a man - an incredibly handsome immortal man that could kill you with a flick of his wrist - confessing his feelings for you. Feelings of inferiority made you self-conscious. He was out of your league, a literal ethereal creature whereas you were quite simply, a normal human being.

"Since we, you know, did that thing together in Italy," you began, stammering over your words, "you've been on my mind ever since." Getting to your feet, you joined him on the bed. "Every night before I fall asleep when I wake up, hell even in the damn shower or washing dishes the memory will pop into my head and I find myself missing you."

Demetri took in your words, choosing not to interrupt you. He watched with an expression you couldn't identify. Curiosity? Hope? Maybe even a hint of amusement.

"I know that sounds crazy," you continued, heat blooming in your cheeks. "We barely know each other and here I am pining."

"It's not crazy in my world," he murmured in reply.

"What does that mean?"

"My kind have mates. Some immediately feel a pull towards their significant other, others feel it developing the more time we spend together."

You thought about his words for a moment. "... So where does that leave you and me?"

He smiled at you; a playful smirk. "Would you like to test the waters?"

Your heart skipped a beat. If he was suggesting what you thought he was... The ability to speak left but you nodded in consent.

Demetri scooted closer, keeping his eyes locked on yours. Your faces were so close, the air between you electrified. Leaning in very slowly, he checked in with you one last time. "Are you sure?"

Biting your lip, you suppressed a laugh. "Hundred percent."

He continued leaning in until his lips brushed lightly against yours. Demetri held his position like that, and his lack of action made you whine in protest. So, you took the initiative and kissed first and holy shit how you missed this feeling. You missed him, especially and the need you'd been harboring for him took over your rational thinking.

You pulled back a moment only to place your hands on his shoulders as you straddled his lap. Any restraint Demetri had now left him and he hungrily kissed back, hands firmly grasping at your thighs, running slowly up to your hips, resting at your waist. The coldness of his skin made you let out a small gasp against his mouth, making him smirk. The hem of your shirt had ridden up with his movements.

"I think it's my turn to take charge," he said in a low, smooth voice.

"God, please do," you whimpered. The need for him to touch you grew stronger, especially where you needed him most.

In a flash you went from straddling Demetri's lap to laying flat on your back, head resting comfortably against the plush pillows. He pulled back so he was on his knees between your legs, hands caressing the sides of your thighs. You squirmed a little under his touch, making him chuckle.

"You're rather impatient aren't you, love?" He teased you, observing you closely.

"Can you blame me?" You quipped back breathlessly.

He shook his head. His handsome face wore an admiring expression. The way his eyes took you on made you feel warm inside like he enjoyed what he saw. You felt comfortable.

"I can't say I do."

His hands moved from your thighs to his own clothing and you swore he could hear your heart stop as you watched him remove his coat and his shirt within moments of you blinking.

You'd seen many shirtless men before - magazines, TV shows, movies, the damn swimming pool. Sure, some men were very... well built and you couldn't lie and say that they didn't look good, but nothing drove you crazy. Demetri, on the other hand, was sculpted to perfection in your eyes.

You sat up a little, and raised a hand hesitantly, looking up at him shyly. Sensing what you wanted, he smiled and took your hand, placing it against his torso. The skin was hard but surprisingly smooth, not a single blemish, dent or imperfection to be found.

Unconsciously, your hand began to drift lower, reaching the leather belt of his pants. Looking up at Demetri, you took a shaky breath to steady your nerves. "Can I...?"

"You may."

The simple confirmation of consent stoked the embers of flame that had begun to arise within you, and you eagerly unbuckled the belt and unbuttoned his dark trousers to get to your reward.

Demetri's long and large erection sprung free and he laughed at how your eyes widened at the sight.

Blushing furiously, you lightly slapped his torso. "Shhhhh, my dad is asleep downstairs!" I wouldn't want to explain why I have a naked man with red eyes on top of me.

Cupping your cheek with one hand, he bit his lip trying to stifle laughter as he looked down at you. "I'm sorry, it's just... your face -"

He broke off into another, quieter this time, fit of laughter and you pouted.

Oh, I think it's time for you to shut up, you thought haughtily. Your defiant embarrassment needing to be defended outweighed your initial shyness, and you took his cock firmly on your hand and began stroking it. His laughter ceased and you looked up with innocent eyes as your tongue darted out and lapped at the head. You marveled at the taste; you expected bitterness but was pleasantly surprised to find that it tasted sweet.

Eyes growing dark, Demetri bit back a groan at the sensation of your tongue swirling around the head of his cock. You had moved from your sitting position to being on all fours in front of him, working him with every precise movement of your tongue and lips. Being mindful as not to hurt you he placed his hands on either side of your head; one stroking your hair while the other cupped your face, holding you there.

You were enjoying the feeling of his cock in your mouth, taking as much of him as you could while you bob your head back and forth. You decided to really push your luck and changed your technique. With every bob of your head, you let your tongue lick the underside of his cock.

He groaned, almost a growl in pleasure. You looked up through your lashes to watch as his perfect face contorted in ecstasy, closing his eyes blissfully. Gotcha, you thought smugly, kicking your motions up a notch and increasing the speed.

"Shit that feels good," he moaned, eyes open once again and watching you work him with wonder.

You pulled back to catch your breath and grinned up at him. "Am I doing a good job?" You couldn't keep the smug tone out of your voice.

He pulled back from you, and for a moment you felt insecure... until he reached for your shirt and began working it up over your breasts. Sitting up straight, you lifted your arms over your head to help him get the damned piece of fabric off your body.

Before you could even process the fact that you were now completely bare before him Demetri's mouth was on yours again, a newfound hunger in his kiss. He wrapped an arm around your waist and held you tight to his chest, parting your legs further with his knee. You began to wonder what exactly he was doing until you felt his free hand snake its way down to where you ached for him.

"You are so in for it now, cara mia," he growled into your ear, sending more heat down your spine. He cupped you gently but firmly making you gasp in shock and pleasure, a small squeak escaping from your lips. You buried your face in his shoulder as he began moving his fingers in a circular motion, rubbing your aching pussy.

"Do you have any idea how many nights I've laid alone in my quarters imagining doing this to you?" he whispered against your hair, never ceasing in his motions. "This and so much more?"

God this feels amazing, you thought weakly, grinding yourself on his fingers. The way he was talking, how good it felt to have his hands on you...

It was better than any of your wildest imaginings and more.

He moved his hand away, and you felt like you could have cried at the loss of his fingers working you. "Lay down, Y/N. On your back, get comfy."

A jolt of excitement shot through your veins and you nodded, clambering back to your original position on your bed.

Was this the afterlife? Had you died and gone to some kind of lust-filled utopia? It felt as so, as you watched Demetri lay down and position himself between your legs. One of his hands reached up and groped one of your breasts and your hand to cover your mouth with your hand as you let out a loud moan. While he worked your breast with one hand, what really sent you to heaven was when he slowly ran his tongue up along the sensitive spot between your legs.

"Oh fuck," came your muffled cry, eyes widening once again at the new sensation. Your positive response made Demetri chuckle, the vibrations of his laughter making you instinctively thrust your hips against his mouth.

Very briefly, Demetri lifted his head to look you straight in the eye. "I'm going to take care of you since you've been such a good girl." The pet name stirred the embers once more. He brought his hand back to your pussy and pressed his thumb against your throbbing clit, making you choke on your suppressed moans. "Is that what you want, Y/N?"

"Yes, yes it's what I want," you practically mewled in reply, squirming desperately for some friction. "Please."

"What exactly do you want me to do?"

Oh the asshole is enjoying this, isn't he? "Please eat my pussy," you hissed.

Demetri grinned, victorious. You felt like helpless prey in the talons of a predator, but in all honesty, it turned you on even further.

He wasted no time putting his face back down there and got to work, lapping at your wet pussy. You arched your back and closed your eyes, spreading your legs as wide as you comfortably could. He had kept his thumb on your clit and was moving it in circular motions while his lips sucked on your labia, his tongue darting between the folds to taste you. The fire in between your legs grew unbearable and soon you had both your hands gripping Demetri's hair, shamelessly gyrating your hips against his face.

He didn't seem to mind. You felt his thumb disappear from your clit only to be quickly replaced with his lips. Opening your eyes, you looked down and saw the hand he was using to pleasure you with was now being used to stroke his cock. You could feel that he was enjoying this as much as you were.

Something changed in his rhythm and it made you become a panting mess. You could feel your release coming and quickly. "Shit, please keep doing that," you whimpered, sitting up a little to watch him.

He obeyed and turned up the tempo to his actions. His tongue was now buried deep inside of your soaked pussy, nose rubbing your clit, his head moving in a shaking head motion and it took all of your restraint not to scream the house down.

If there was something you were going to take away from this, it was that Demetri was amazing in bed.

Demetri brought his face away from your throbbing pussy, his eyes almost black in color. Hand now rubbing your clit again. "I've got you, Y/N. Let go for me."

You couldn't hold it back any further. It almost pained you to hold back the scream that was building up in your throat as you came all over Demetri's fingers, rocking your hips as you did so, practically riding them.

You felt something hot and wet touch your thighs. Opening your eyes wearily, you saw the Demetri had brought himself to finish too, the hot cum coating your thighs dangerously close to your own pussy.

Heart beating fast and hard, you kept your eyes closed, breathing deeply to calm your erratic heart. A cool, wetness wiped away the mess on your thigh and between your legs, gently dabbing it all away. A few moments later, you felt the bed dip beside you and a blanket being laid over your naked body.

Rolling over, you open your eyes to see Demetri laying on his side, propped up on his elbow staring at you with complete adoration in his eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Hi," you whispered shyly.

"Hi to you too," he replied, the smile growing wider. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah, I think so." You bit your lip a moment, pondering whether or not to request of him what you wanted at the moment. "Demetri?"

"Hmmm?" He hummed in response.

"Is... is it okay with you if I uh, lay on your chest a bit?" You squeezed your eyes shut, blushing. Ahh, stupid question Y/N! Stupid question. Way to come off as clingy.

A quiet chuckle. Then, the bed dipped slightly. "Of course," came his reply, "come here, love."

Smiling, you opened your eyes. Shimming over, you nested yourself into the vampire's side, curling up happily. He wrapped his arm around you and held you close to his chest, savoring the moment. "I could get used to this, you know."

"I feel the same," Demetri confided, fingertips tracing patterns on your back. “It pains me that I’ll have to leave eventually.”

That woke you up a little.

Sitting up, you fixed your wide-eyed, now panicked gaze on him. “You’re leaving? How soon?”

Demetri shushed you softly, stroking your back more to comfort you. “I disbanded from my traveling companions under the guise of hunting and I’ll have to return eventually. And secondly, your father is downstairs. I don’t think he’d take too kindly to find a stranger naked in bed with his daughter.”

You ducked your head, nodding in agreement. “True,” you agreed, laying back down. “But for some forewarning, you better leave me your number or a way to contact you before you leave, mister.”

He buried his face into your hair. “I wouldn’t dream of it. You’re mine and I intend to keep it that way.”

Your heart soared at his words. With a happy smile on your face, you lay back down and curled up on his chest once more. “Glad to hear it, especially after that. I’m all yours if you’ll have me, sweetheart.”

With that, you let sleep take you, drifting off into a peaceful sleep in the arms of someone that made you feel as if you were on cloud nine after the night’s antics. Unbeknownst to you, Demetri held you a little tighter once he felt you drift away into a deep sleep. He would cherish this tender moment with you while he had the chance.

#welp I fuckin did it #I am new to the whole smut business eep #**yeets self out the window* #my fics #demetri volturi #demetri volturi x reader #volturi #the volturi #volturi imagines #the twilight saga #twilight saga #twilight eclipse #twilight saga fanfiction

[shypansexualcrystal]

Could I request some bayverse autobots visiting s/o at work as a surprise to take them out on a little mid-day date?

Bayverse Optimus and Bumblebee Visiting their S/O at work

Optimus Prime:Working at a popular bar was relatively easy for the most part if you don’t count the drunkards and men and women that grope you that is. I’ve been working in the bar since I was young since it was a family-run bar that was to be expected. However, when I first started when I was 14 to get some pocket money I was behind the till mostly or helping out in the kitchen. As I grew so did my role in the bar, now here I am working either behind the bar making drinks or serving people their drinks and meals. Today was especially busy due to the bars anniversary, all the regulars came in to celebrate — which was most of the locals — while some tourists and people who just so happened to read the sign that advertised how we had nearly half-price on most drinks visited now and again. To describe it as hectic would be an understatement.All-day I was either rushing about serving people, behind the bar or helping out in the kitchen, everyone was all over the place. I had skipped all my breaks to help keep on top of everything, by the end of my shift was exhausted and I wanted nothing more than to collapse and sleep for hours. Since I stayed behind until closing time as I finally bid the rest of the remaining workers a farewell and walked out into the fresh air the sky was pitch black. Sighing while looking at the sky, a cloud of condensation escaping my lungs as I did so, I wrapped my coat around me tighter and began the walk home in the dark and cold winter night.I was only a few steps away from my workplace when a loud horn sounded behind me, jumping I spun on my heel to glare at whoever it was that honked at me, as I did so I recognised the person as non-other than my Significant other, Optimus Prime. Instantly my glare changed to a bright smile He pulled up next to me and opened his cab door to allow me to climb in. “Hey Optimus, you scared me.” I giggled a little as he shut his door and began to drive down the streets.“Sorry, my bad. I didn’t mean to frighten you.” He apologised I settled into the seat and was almost lulled into a peaceful sleep, Optimus drove around town while we had a nice conversation. I snuggled more into his seat while yawning. “Do you want me to drive you back home? I can see how tired you are by your one-word answers.” His voice was soft and soothing.I sat up and tried to look more alert, “No it’s fine, I’m awake.” I spoke with enthusiasm in my tone however the little yawn that followed betrayed me. I smiled straight after, however. Optimus didn’t reply, rather instead he decided to sigh.Finally, after a little more driving he came to a halt, too busy trying to stay awake I didn’t bother taking in my surroundings, I soon realized that I had shut my eyes sometime during the ride which prompted me to snap them open. Taking in the scenery I found that we had arrived at the top of a hill overlooking to the small town I lived in, the stars lit up the sky while the moon coated everything in a pale soft light.I smiled knowing he had taken us out to our little hideaway. We spent quite a while there just ranting about work and letting all our worries out. We took turns to listen to each other ranting before we finally had to end our sacred alone time due to Optimus being called back to base we both sighed and smiled at one another before heading back to base.It was nice to relax with him for that little while before going to sleep and then make my way to work once more in the afternoon the next day.BumblebeeIt’s been that was just a normal day at work, rushing about trying to make sure everything is organised and in the right place, working on my work while also trying to organise other peoples work that was sent to be to clean up and finalise the work being sent. I worked at a studio that specialized in 2D and 3D animation. I was the head of Storyboarding for a few shows the studio works on due to directors knowing me personally and liking my work. While it was hectic and I was either trying to find panels that had been lost or had been mixed up, which happen often and needed to be put back into order before being sent off to be animated. However, I adored this job and loved the work and it paid well which was a massive plus. I sighed after finishing the work I needed to complete for today. I packed up my things and headed towards the staffroom to gather the empty food containers that I used to bring in treats like homemade cookies and muffins I got from the leftovers from the party my family had last night. I baked the cookies and maybe made a little too many so I brought the leftovers for my coworkers to enjoy.Gathering my containers, I noticed I had two left, Smiling I went to my director’s office and offered him them, he took one while thanking me for thinking of him and I left his office with a smile on my face after having a little chat with him over both work and personal issues. Waiting for me outside was certain yellow Camaro I was all too familiar with. My cousin Sam got out and greeted me with a hug. “(Y/n)! Long time no see!” He cheered while grabbing my shoulders to pull me into a hug.I shrugged him off, we’ve been super close since we were toddlers and constantly teased each other, yet were both protective over each other because of our close bond, like a sibling kinda love, “you saw me just a few hours ago, how could you have missed me so much already?” I teased while sliding into the Camaro while Sam did the same, “Hey, Bee hows it going?” Bee responded through the radio in a flirty way, I rolled my eyes, typical Bumblebee.“Hey, Bee what have I told you about flirting with my cousin?” I just barely concealed a giggle.“Why, do you feel left out?” I pouted at him in mock sadness while bee sped off down the street.“No! I just feel uncomfortable hearing you two being all lovie dovie with each other after finding out what you two have been doing together, especially while you were in my garage the other night.” Sam pulled a face. Confused I tried to think of what we’d done that Sam knew about. “I wanted to talk to Bumblebee one night and heard you two together instead.”Suddenly realisation dawned on me, “Oh, OH! Ew Sam! What did you think we were doing?” I hit Sam a few times, Bee seemed to chuckle but did nothing besides that. Sam tried to stammer out his excuses but was just digging himself deeper in the hole he created himself. “Bee and I were having a movie night when he thought it’d be a good idea to start a tickle fight! Seriously, Sam?” I pulled a face and looked away from him and out the window.“Hey! Does taking our relationship further really disgust you that much?” Bee whined through his radio, I gave him a pointed look begging him that we not have this conversation while my cousin was in the car with us.“Not now, Bee.” I simply replied with a smirk lingering on my lips, meanwhile Sam just got more weirded out from our conversation, “Sam just drop it.”“You’re going to sleep with my car! I can’t just drop it - not like I’m saying you can’t sleep with him-it’s just-OK I need to stop thinking about this so much-how would it even work anyway-you know what? I don’t want to know-wait Bee you can ha-”“Okay! That’s enough! Conversation over!"My face felt like it was on fire, "Way to make things awkward Sam.” I giggled a little. The rest of the car ride was filled with the normal conversations we had after a few seconds of awkward silence.Finally, after dropping Sam off at his house, Bee took us to my garage which was big enough for him to transform and not have to hunch over as to not hit his head. I flopped onto the couch that was down there and sighed since this place was where I do any personal work while working at home it became a place where Bee and I hung out often due to the nice and easy atmosphere.“So.” Bee tried to start a conversation, I raised an eyebrow while looking over at him, I hummed to let him know that he had my attention, I rested my arm over my eyes while Bee continued to look at me and sitting on the floor beside me. “Do you want to take our relationship further?” He asked through his radio, doing his best to sound gentle.My heart leapt out my chest at the question, I removed my arm from my face and propped myself up on my elbows, the emotion in his eyes told me everything. He was curious but also tried his best to remain eye contact. “Bee,” I whispered his name tenderly.At my lack of reply, he deflated and looked away from me “nevermind” I sat up fully and called his name to get his attention again.“Hey, I never said no. It’s just, I’ve never gone that far with anyone before.” My voice got less confident and more secretive. “I trust you more than anyone I’ve ever been with before so if I were to go that far with anyone I would love for it to be with you.” I shyly caught his eye and give a timid smile.“I didn’t know. Sorry.” Bee apologised, I told him it was fine while climbing to be level with his face. Catching his optics once more I gave a warm and sincere smile before kissing his cheek tenderly. Bee let out a happy and soft whir while leaning into my touch. “I love you,” Bee whispered with his own very quiet and rough voice that he saved for tender moments like these since it was a struggle for him.“I love you more.”“I don’t think that’s possible.” Bee carefully moved me so I was cuddled into him while we got comfortable.

#bayverse #bumblebee x reader #optimus prime x reader #x reader #transformers x reader #human reader #asks #anonymous #bumblebee #optimus prime

[manjuhitorie]

Shinoda’s Instagram Q&A December 2020 - Translated (Some)

Question “It's been a while since you last did one of these!”

Shinoda “Long time no doing, let's do this”

Q “I loved your new song” SND “THX”

Q ”Do you have any preferred eye medicine? My eyes have been aching as of late” SND “Nope  When mine hurt I go to the eye doctor.”

Q ”I want to finish my thesis and plop like a log already.” SND “You can plop like a log once you finish, probably

Q “Nice work with the live stream!! Are your muscle pains feeling any better?” SND “Fortunately   They're all better now.”

Q “The live stream was super amazing. You were ignored so much during the MCs, I felt bad. SND “Normally the others do in fact talk to me quite a bit, normally at least. Strange.”

Q “SHINODADIDYOUGAINWEIGHT?” SND “Some people tell me I look like I lost weight, some people tell me I look like I gained weight. I don't have a scale in my house so I don't actually know but, I think I'm way better than I was earlier this year. “

Q “Why did you scream that "KOOOOOOON" thing during the live stream earlier?” SND “That was a homage to GG Allin”

Q “Are you in contact with Yamada Ryuuichi? (The vocalist and guitarist of Buzz Mothers)” SND “In spring of this year he had hit me up with a "You doing okay?" and I replied with "I'm so-so."

Q “My significant other if telling me they'll commit suicide if we break up. I'm scared, I can't take this anymore. Am I going to become a murderer..😢” SND “A break up merely means to choose not to walk the same path as another anymore. If that's what you desire then there's no need to agonize over their threats so much.  Also you won't be a murderer.”

Q “Your new song was so good! The singing looks so hard though, are you a masochist?” SND “I had written the song with the intent to lessen my workload but it still somehow ended up being crazy fucking difficult. Why does this happen?”

Q “What's in the background of this Instagram story?” SND “This is the jersey I had worn during last year's tour.”

Q “I just learned of you today, I just came to be fan today.” SND “'nice to meet you'”

Q “It's been a while! My senpai with a big dick can't seem to find a job*! That's all I have to say!” SND ”Even though his dick is so big, huhh I guess things can't always go well*”

Q “What are you doing to pass the time these days?” SND “I've been watching Arupi Channel or Kamomental's skits or New York (The comedy duo)’s skits.”

Q “The reading of 伽藍如何前零番地 seems to differ depending on site or person, may I ask the correct reading?” SND “'Garandou Mae Zero Banchi' ....I'm sure?”

Q “It's been a while, I'm happy to see you~! Who are you rooting for in these year's M-1 tournie?” SND “Tokyo Hoteisonn, New York, ???, Oswald, West Land.....    I just can't wait to see everyone.”

Q “It's been 1 year since I graduated, I can't find work anymore and I'm in the gutter everyday. Can I bother you for some words of encouragement? 👼” SND “Back when I first joined Hitorie, my guitar playing was still shit. Often I would go home absolutely pooped. It took me a long time to learn how to play with confidence. Turns out it's kinda important to constantly be figuring out where you're lacking, and never slack off in this front.”

Q “There's huge ass swelling on my wisdom tooth and I'm getting mouth inflammation all at the same time, I really feel the rush of the end of the year. It hurts” SND “About your wisdom tooth, just go to the dentist. About your inflammation, there's this type of gelatin you can coat your mouth with, that stuff's great.”

Q “Did you purposefully ask what time it was during the concert to reference song lyrics?” SND “I was merely interested in the time.”

Q “Would you prefer being with someone whom you love but is tough to be around, or with someone whom you don't love but is fun to be around?” SND “There's more fish in the sea, I don't think it's impossible to find someone you love whom is also fun to be around.”

Q “I also recognized the place you streamed the concert from too! I was getting excited at my desk.” SND “That threw me for a loop, it hit me as soon as I saw it.”

Q “I started reading Ninja to Gokudou. SND “It's fantastic ain't it.”

Q “Do you know Doraemon? If you do then please I would like to know which of his secret weapons you would most like to have.” SND “Memory Bread.”

Q “During SLEEPWALK I was worried that you might trip on your cables, but how is it on your side?” SND “I try to be careful, to a degree at least...”

Q “Do you recommend any Yakuza movies?” SND “The Ninja Dragon“

Q “I got shivers watching your Namid[A]me performance the other day.” SND “I still had stamina at that point in the show.”

Q “You always seem to sweat even when you wear short sleeves, and you were wearing long sleeves during the concert the other day. Were you not hot? SND “Naw, not especially”

Q 'Nana nama mugi, nana nama kome, nana nama tamago' in JP romaji, (lit. Seven raw wheats, seven raw rices, seven raw eggs), is hard to say” SND “Well it's purposefully made to be”

Q “My first love was the author of Inumayuge de Iko, Inazuka Yuuko-sensei. Do you feel me?” SND “You have good taste.”

Q “I got a boyfriend AND broke up with him in the span it took for you to return Shinoda-san!” SND ”Cheers.”

Q “Any artists you're into recently?” SND “BIBI”

Q “You seem to be sticking with the bob haircut?” SND “You're right...”

Q “Do you have the problem with Vans shoes wherein you slip if they get wet?” SND ”I personally haven't slipped much... Not much anyway”

Q “This Sunday I have my first non-virtual concert in 11 months, gimme some supporttt.” SND “Even you, huh. Even you’re gonna stand up in front of a live audience before I do.”

Q “What’s up with the curved edge album cover?” SND “Apparently it’s a bonsai tree”

Q “I can't stand injections, any tips on how to get over my fears?“ SND “Think about how it’s down with the least painful of all the painful things in life, it doesn’t hurt like a crap all that much, and you do it for your health. All in all it’s a plus, it doesn’t fill your heart with pain or anything.”

Q “Do you know any ways for me to get over my ex-boyfriend...” SND “There’s people who push to get a new partner as soon as possible then make a fool of themselves, just to try and get over their ex. Just take care not to do that.”

Q “You’re way too good at guitar?! How are you so good?! I really respect you SND “Icchi of Kaisoku Tokyo is better.”

Q “I can’t get enough of your new song so I set it as my alarm! It plays 7 times every morning!“ SND “Don’t people end up hating the songs they set as their alarm? Is this okay?”

Q “I loved your new song and stream. No doubt your voice sounded like wowaka’s.” SND “Now’s a good chance for me to say this. I don’t know if I sound like him or anything like that but..... Y’know how people can simulate a singer’s style? I didn’t intend to do anything like that either. So then why do people say this to me? I wondered and realized..

When recording backup vocals, it’s standard to follow the main vocalist’s style. So I needed to analyze Leader’s singing to a degree. I had to do that for numbers of songs for numbers of years, so subconsciously Leader’s style must’ve etched itself into my singing style as well. So it’s not that I’m simulating him, it’s that as a result I’ve just managed to simulate him.”

Q “I’m not sure if I should propose to my boyfriend or not. What would make him say yes..” SND “On your left arm write the words “Go register now” “100% registering for a marriage certificate” “Marriage marriage let’s get married”, then casually roll up your sleeves in front of your boyfriend. This is the key to victory.”

Q “Complicated girls all seem to have black bob hair, are there any normal girls with black bob hair out there?” SND “If there was a normal girl with black bob hair, that in itself would be complicated!!!!”

Q “I was so worried about you after you bonked your head with the mic last concert, did you get in trouble with the higher ups for that?” SND “The band ‘SuiseiNoboAz’ smashed their head into their guitars like 100 times, the band ‘my way my love’ smashed into their drums like 100 million times... So that much was child’s play. I didn’t get in trouble.”

#Hitorie

[k-dokja]

from the fluff alphaet, D, J, S, V for oikawa please!

It said fluff alphabet but Oikawa is just full of pain.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Oikawa is naturally smooth when it comes to his significant other or plainly someone he has a romantic interest in. He’s pretty courteous and can be quite the gentleman if he wanted to be. During these times, he’ll be more affectionate than usual, always has a hand on you or holding yours, he’ll maintain a lot of eye contact and often doesn’t let things stay quiet for long. He’s versatile in term of dates, he doesn’t mind if the two of you are going out for a movie or going skydiving. As long as he can have a lot of alone time with you and create good memories, he’s happy. Expect to be showered in kisses and a lot of PDA while going out with him.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Insert my obnoxious hyena laughter here. I don’t know, what do you think? Is Oikawa jealous? Is Oikawa, who was petty against a kid who didn’t do anything to him other than being skilled at a young age, jealous? Jealousy is a given if you're entering a relationship with Oikawa, especially before he gets any chance to work on himself and develop some levels of solid confidence. Him as he was in the manga was a facade of false confidence that shattered into pieces in front of the people who proved to be a challenge too strong for his capability. His needs for frequent affection is because of his inherent insecure nature that leads to jealousy, he needs constant affirmation that he’s still the one you loved. Whether if it’s in an everyday small thing like you leaning in at the same time as him when he wanted to kiss you to you straight-up turning someone else down because you’re with him. When tampered with, his jealousy is apparent to the bare eyes. To him, there's no need for concealing it, not because he doesn’t know how to do it. He simply doesn’t want to, it’s childish and petty but frankly, with all the negative feelings brewing up, he doesn’t really care. Expect him to be obnoxious about it, barely avoid making a scene when he tries to deal with whoever making him jealous. However, he does get better as he grows older. The feeling never really goes away but he deals with it more calmly now, with much more rationality that his younger years lack. He does come to understand at one point that you were there to stay and doesn't subject himself to those negative feelings as often.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Oikawa listens to music or watches documentary when he’s sad, anything to make him distracted from whatever was bothering him the moment prior. He believes that if he doesn’t think about it then it doesn’t exist, and that helps to a point. However, when he faces the situation, it’s still there, the wound doesn’t go away, he just slaps a band-aid on it. The method doesn’t really help in the long run but frankly, he has too much going on in his life to properly deal with the damage done to his own emotions. As for others, he more or less applies the same method, trying to distract them with anything fun he has in hand. He will try to listen to their problems if they need to vent but mostly, he doesn’t often have anything wise to say, or at least, runs out what to say the longer the conversation goes on. He’s a ranter himself and finds it helpful to vent out when he has problems with something that bothers him nonstop, but he slowly discovers that while it does help, it doesn’t really deal with the root of the problem. Meanwhile, trying to distract himself would be a much more effective way of dealing with the situation without bothering others. 

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

To some point, he likes to flex, but mostly he only wants to do better than the people he's competing against. He likes showing people how perfect your relationship is, his good look, and his supreme volleyball skills which he took years to honed. However, when the talk changes to what makes him proud of, he'd immediately think of you and his family. As cheesy as it is, he's your biggest supporter in everything you applied yourself to, and he thinks of his success as his own. If you achieved anything great, he'd be so proud like it was something of his own doing.

fluff alphabet is closed.

#oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa toru #oikawa toru x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #reader insert #headcanons #fluff alphabet