#unhinged deranged rants

[deanwasalwaysbi]

you’re right tho. they can’t revive the show and bring cas back and have him and dean reunite without addressing destiel to some capacity. not only would it be unfair to misha’s ending to retract the romantic connotations of his declaration, but they know the backlash they’d get trying to bury it. jensen is hell bent on a revival. cas is inevitably coming back. these are facts. 2 + 2 = a destiel reunion and some indication of a confession aftermath. one we actually deserved to see and they deserved to play out. dean was gonna sidle up next to cas in heaven’s roadhouse anyway, which gives me an idea of at least the subtextual direction they’ll go. and he has robbie on the prequel and rich directing, notable destiel-supporting creatives. plus, chaos machine is front-loading the visibility of their queer rep support. i will be utterly baffled if we don’t get something.

Maybe we've all just been burned too many times but my problem is I don't have faith. There is absolutely nowhere else I can accept this story going at this point. Dean saves cas and - yeah fuck it - an on screen kiss or no ambiguity clear as fuck declaration, or I don't want to see it. No CW, no singer, woosh episode 20 never happened we are going to do a six episode post 18 finale redo. Sounds gay. I'm in.

Or I don't want to see it.

Am I nervous that Jensen can't risk a mlm kiss as his mainstream career is taking off? Yes. Would I accept a clear statement instead? Yes. But I don't think we'd get one. "Dean wouldn't" is too strong.

But then I didn't think we'd get Dean's confession in the Trap or 15 FREAKING 18. So.

They COULD start off in post canon with Cas already back. But they can't do that without answering some vital questions. Has Cas seen Dean and vice versa? What is their relationship now? Who is blurry wife? Were Jody Donna and the girls alive? Did the AU hunters come back? Did. Chuck. Win?

At this point you can not revive spn and chicken out. It's time to commit.

#Anon I want to follow you but I don't know who you are #my asks #unhinged deranged rants #who ordered one? #spn reboot spec #apollo #i don't want to be #cursed with prophecy

[saintsenara]

I love your thoughts on various ships and your metas. What’s your take on Tom Riddle Sr./ Morfin ?

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

undoubtedly this was sent in as a crack ship - and good for you, we've all read lady chatterley's lover! the squire's son banging a bit of rough from the other side of the valley is the height of culture - but it... did not end up that way when i sat down to think about it.

and so this one has a trigger warning for discussion of rape, sexual abuse, and incest, and is under the cut.

now, the horrible thing about this one is the fact that the idea of morfin being jealously infatuated with tom sr., being pressed that his sister fancies him too, and attacking him in a fit of rage when he saw him with canonical cutie, cecilia, is much more pleasant than the actual implication of the text - which is that morfin is not only furious that merope wants to risk it all for a riddle because he's a blood-supremacist bigot, but because he views tom as a rival for sexual access to his own sister.

the gaunts' extreme incestuousness is played for laughs in the text - it alludes to common jokes in britain about how inbred the aristocracy are; and it also winks conspiratorially at the reader about the irony of a family which considers itself to be of such "pure" blood living in filth and fucking their own blood relations - in a way which makes me genuinely uncomfortable.

because there is a pretty clear subtext - in the way dumbledore talks about the family's increasing isolation from the rest of the world, in the way both morfin and marvolo talk to and about merope, and in morfin's taunting of his sister with the idea that tom sr. would never "have" her - that merope either is or will soon be subjected to incestuous sexual abuse at her brother and/or father's hands, and that she can expect nothing more from life than to be forced to bear children for morfin who will then go on to continue the cycle of abject poverty and pain which defines the decaying last generations of slytherin's line.

[this is one of the reasons why i am such a vehement defender of treating merope with nuance and care. her rape - and we should call it what it is - of tom riddle sr. is plainly wicked, and i hate that text glosses over what happened to him - even though i recognise that both harry and dumbledore thinking that he was a deadbeat who abandoned his son makes sense within the context of their characterisation. but she is also a teenage victim from an uncomplicatedly abusive home. she can have no idea about things like bodily autonomy and consent, and she undoubtedly conceives of tom sr. not only as something she wants in a covetous, creepy sense, but as the only way she can imagine escaping the life which stretches out before her...]

so yeah - good for morfin for just being a garden-variety creep for once. tom sr.'s not going for it - obviously - because he's a weapons-grade baddie and cecilia knows what she's doing with a riding crop, but morfin can at least entertain himself by watching those toned thighs [we all know horse girls have great legs and arses!] trotting by.

#asks answered #asenora's opinions on ships #unhinged and deranged ships #but also a defence of poor merope #and a rant about the total abrogation of the wizarding state when it comes to both her and her son's lives #harry potter don't be neoliberal challenge

[hellhoundofftheleash]

it's so insane to me the myth that women cannot understand suffering and horrors of life the way that men can. Because no one knows the horrors of reality in which women do, and for centuries they maintained a sense of acting normal through their suffering. No one knows suffering like women and young girls of all ages !!!!!! No one knows power like women who have forged their way through this suffering and persisted. we are brave, not because we are fearless but because we through fear and our fears becoming our reality, our trauma, or pain. this myth that women cannot understand suffering is literally just a myth, a tool devised to erase our truths, our realities.

#hellhoundofftheleash #feminine rage #female rage #feminism #angry women #feral #unhinged #dark feminine energy #evil bitch #unhinged women #deranged behavior #feminine power #autistic rant

[moss-cola]

I keep a funny little folder on my phone of tags ppl put on my art that make me smile

#most of them r batshit insane #please keep supplying me with deranged and unhinged takes on my art #one of them called Wilbur soot baby Jesus #moss rants

[theokusgallery]

Unlike the other anon I wanna see Nick get worse his deranged behavior is very entertaining :3

Yeah same. He's my creepy little guy. I wanna see him get increasingly unhinged and obsessed and I want to see Sunny slowly realise what the Fuck he's gotten himself into.

Also yeah !! That video is very Nick-coded. (be careful with links though, especially on anon)

#ask #anon #im a huge fan of obsessive characters in media. as i said- not enough unhinged basil AUs out there #nick is inspired by the two most famous out there for the record. but i need MORE of em. #i have a couple of things in mind for deranged things he could be doing-- two things in fact #one's The Event that cost him and sunny half of their vision #and the other is pre-slash. i think. havent decided if i wanna make it pre-slash or not yet #omori #rant #arsenic #also-- i love that channel they have such good animation memes #i like animation memes. a lot.

[social-mockingbird]

The ultimate multitask: studying C.S. Lewis, while dyeing your hair raspberry pink for a dance, while listening to kpop, and only pausing to deliver the last of your lemon cupcakes to a very pretty boy and you still have dye in your hair and on your forehead

#boy upon my appearance *slightly delighted and amused voice* ‘she’s so unhinged!!’ #this boy has now seen basically every side of me from sobbing to deranged to pajamas to dapper to most things in between #and I’m kinda miffed at him at the moment but that doesn’t stop the situation from being hilarious and a bit of a Y/N situation #but my hair is all spiked up and stiff and I sound all raspy from allergies and a leftover cold #yet whatever!! life is more fun if you do weird things!! and put yourself out there!! #besides this awkward dyeing phase is part of the process of looking badass later #and the cupcakes were an important delivery for a friend and she’s worth the shenanigans #anyway back to the space trilogy #vera rants

[oletus-manors-log]

good luck on renovating your new blogs and playing as rescuer doctor!! ✨✨ and good luck on trying to write. o7 maybe u can get some ideas from writing prompts like this ( https://www.tumblr.com/make-me-imagine/684813017765003264/sensory-prompts-2?source=share ) but instead of ur followers choosing one for you, you pick one that you like yourself? but yeah, i really love how you write for idv characters and excited to see more of your works. i'm rooting for you !!! (ง•̀o•́)ง

i don't have anything interesting happen in my life. i have been mostly studying and working for college, if not i would be playing honkai star rail and refreshing the idv x reader tag every 2 hours hoping to find something new related to my favorite characters ATUXHSJXHXH

- seer anon 🦉

Ty! They're very fun to do but also p much a pain HAOSHSIS I HAVE TO RENOVATE THIS ONE TOO 😩 absolute pain in the ass but I have a theme I can go so that's fun BAHAHAHAHA

And ooh, I can def use those prompts yes yes— I need to see which one I want to haunt first to yeet the stilts boi (Ithaqua) because my man and his voice has me "wait— oh I smell young adult being a bastard" (which doesn't help with the hcs I have of him if someone ends up going "lmao Navi what if you write hcs of him", do not tempt me. One is literally "y'all realize he'll have you carried on his arms or back right")

ALSO PLEASE SOBS IM SO GLAD YOU LOVE MY WORK— I sometimes feel like they lack in some areas (looking at my Naiad one. I forgot she was mute, but oh well), but I certainly will push out more! 🫡 I'm not gonna stop once I got my groove back, that's for certain KEKW

Ah yes, HSR, the one of the few HYV games I want to play but my phone would murder me LMAO— also felt for the IDV x reader tag. I swear, it's why I binge the fics in the tags because some are actually rlly interesting. I've binged a shitton of Itha's because the interaction from rp blogs of him and those that write abt him is... Very good material.

(another few I'd say I have binged religiously are Eli, Naib, Norton, sometimes Luca and a random set of hunters— aka "Navi chooses one hunter to hyperfixate on". Yes, my current ones are Antonio and Itha. Why? They're both bastards.)

Speaking of which, what are your faves? 👁️ Just a curious question I had since I like talking to others abt these things

#✎ . . . 「 𝙀𝙔𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙀���𝙊𝙇𝘿𝙀𝙍 」 ➠ ❝ observer speaks ❞ #✎ . . . 「 𝘼𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝙇𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙎𝙀𝙉𝙏 ! 」 ➠ ❝ answered ❞ #✎ . . . 「 𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝘼𝙉 𝙀𝙔𝙀 」 ➠ ❝ hosting: anon ❞ #;; me: I'll answer this in the morning #;; also me: answering this at 12 AM #;; damn my answering sched is bonkers BAHAHHAHA #;; later im going on a trip but its fineeee ill be fine to answer this now #;; cause Im stuck with Itha brainrot and I want to fucking rant abt this man but I dont. know where to start #;; ah yes— the telltale sign of someone falling for a deranged hunter /exag #;; anyways- im a little unhinged w/ my usual filter in the day so i apologize if you see this seer anon #;; i am def not normal LMAOOOO

[aria0fgold]

The best thing to come out of the mafia au in mhyk is the increase of fanarts where Cain looks threatening and is covered in blood. Like, yes pls drench him in blood some more, whether it's his or not I don't mind, he just deserves blood splattered all over him.

#aria rants #seeing fanarts of ppl drawing owen with a guandao is such a delight too. he looks sooo cool with a weapon taller than him #owen always gets deranged fanart as one whos always unhinged in canon but now... cain gets some too and im sooo happy #its my boy's turn to be deranged and threatening and visibly unhinged as he smile all while covered in blood in fanarts #thats what happens when hes sworn to snow and is practically surrounded with the northern wizards from canon #the north's token knight now turned dangerous right hand man of an even more dangerous person and the way that #despite all of that. its Still cain. all the most important and recognizable traits of his stayed. it rlly is just the difference #between having arthur as the liege and not. when its arthur. cain makes an effort to hide all the ugly parts of himself #so as not to disgrace his liege for showing faults in a way unbecoming of what he thinks a ''perfect knight'' is #a perfect knight should only have the interest of his liege in mind. a perfect knight should be ready to face death for his liege #but in the mafia au. he isnt a knight. hes sworn to snow. the leader of a dangerous mafia group. so thats what hes doing instead #to present himself befitting a member of a dangerous mafia gang esp when he has sworn absolute loyalty to the boss of it #so hes more threatening. less dignified in what a knight should present himself yet more deadly in the way a dangerous mafia #member should carry themself in a town where chaos is present in every corner. and ooohhhh i love him so much #cain knightley in every universe you are doomed to swear your life away towards another all while forsaking that role #to purpose someone else other than your liege. doomed to always be a knight wanting to be with a princess that fought the dragon herself

[acidicpenumbra]

Hello describers of things can we stop using medical terminology as descriptors please PLEASE

Sorry grievances time because I don’t like it there are alternatives and I will literally fucking list them for you. (Alternatives are given as alternative words to HOW PEOPLE WRONGLY USE the disorders in question, NOT AS ACCURATE DESCRIPTIONS of the disorders/symptoms. Thanx. A handful of the “alternatives” can still be used as derogatory but for fucks sake what the fuck ever stop using medical terms as insults)

(Edit: Here to clarify that my intention of the words below is not to say I see other mentally ill or disabled people like this, it’s specifically what I myself most commonly see people use the diagnostic words to mean. I believe it is also important to say that all terms below can be used in a derogatory/negative sense, and while I do see the issues potentially present with someone having terms just to be an asshole, I also want to say that it’s easier to phase out legitimate medical terminology from people’s vocabularies if you offer alternatives instead of just telling them not to say things. This was originally a rant post about my own frustrations regarding misuses of diagnostic terminology & misusing those terms as a means to insult/demean people, as it is offensive and conveys that their problems make them nothing more than an insult to you.)

Bipolar/Manic (alternative words/phrases that don’t refer to/demonize bipolar disorder: inconsistent, erratic, unpredictable, flighty, fickle, irregular, volatile, temperamental)

Delusional/Psychotic (alternative words/phrases that don’t refer specifically to/demonize psychosis: deranged, unstable, frantic, unhinged, frenzied)

Narcissist (alternative words/phrases that don’t refer to/demonize NPD: egotistical, entitled, full of oneself, vain, selfish, haughty, prideful, arrogant)

Psychopath/Sociopath (alternative words/phrases that don’t refer to/demonize ASPD: cold, uncaring, calculated, withdrawn)

Braindead (alternative words/phrases that don’t ridicule/make a spectacle out of actual brain death: absentminded, unwise, foolish, stupid, oblivious)

Antisocial (alternative words/phrases that don’t refer to ASPD: not social, asocial, introverted)

Obsessive Compulsive (alternative words/phrases that don’t devalue or otherwise stigmatize OCD: perfectionist, organized, tidy, neat, structured) 

Intrusive Thoughts (alternative words/phrases that don’t devalue or otherwise stigmatize legitimate intrusive thoughts: impulsive-, reckless-, spontaneous-, rash-, all ending in “thought/thoughts”)

This isn’t like a masterlist or anything it’s just a list I have on hand but like for real stop calling people sociopaths and psychos and shit this sucks balls Thanks

[fatuismooches]

Webttore my beloved.... I love the idea of him being super in love with u and being soft n stuff... like he's still crazy but he's just so happy whenever you're with him and so are you (you're the only one he treats this way). smiles.. 🐓

IM BREAKING DOWN SLIDING OFF A CLIFF AHHHH I LOVE THIS AND WEBTTORE SO MUCH!!

Webttore - he he ho ho!! *deranged laughter*

Reader - And that's my man ❤️

He's such a lunatic but that's what you love about him :3 and he loves you so much too! The only person who truly doesn't mind being around him and his maniacal tendencies. He has much more of a temper than his older self so the regular Fatui agents just PRAY to the Tsaritsa that you'll come in and distract him from killing them (mf literally just executes people 💀) because you always seem to make his mood better... somehow. They have yet to understand considering the kind of person Webttore is. But his mood literally just changes like a light switch. Just immediately has a huge (still unhinged) but genuine smile on his face as he takes you in to rant about his latest experiments for hours and completely forgets about the incompetent people he was just with. HE'S SO SILLY AHHH You help fix his little bow tie every morning and adjust his collar btw 😌 (You can't tell me he wasn't so proud of that outfit, he thought he had the best style) lmao you definitely have to do the negotiation and talking for him because he is nowhere as elegant or patient as his older self... he appreciates you a lot for that but still doesn't understand how you can tolerant these people. The best part is that he is not afraid to show his pointy teeth all the time... everytime he smiles they're on full display which creeps everyone else out but you think it's so adorable... Webttore bites and nibbles on you a little to destress from everything :(

#smooches talks #🐓 anon #dottore love notes <3 #webttore is so funny i love him #hes so underrated he deserved an in game model :( #i cope by rereading the webtoon every so often but only the parts where webttore is in it #hes so pookie 🥺

[arliedraws]

Arlie, I am here to rant in your inbox. I have loved Prongsfoot for so long, but there's a new wave of writers in the fandom (who, let's be real, are Wolfstar writers first and foremost) that are insistent it can only be written as deranged, unhinged, and toxic. And they talk about how fun it is to write such an obsessive ship after how wholesome Wolfstar is. It infuriates me. Dunno if you've noticed this too, but yeah. I love your take on Prongsfoot but also they can be sweet and kind and gentle too, you know? Wolfstar being considered the healthy ship and Prongsfoot the toxic one is insane to me.

Please, I love a good rant! My ask box is open for a reason 😂

But honestly, I think these folks are right. Unquestionable loyalty and matched brilliance/skill and equality and “you’re the only person who sees the real me” is so so so toxic. Imagine feeling supported and equal in a relationship!!!!!

Truthfully, I had to make Sirius a Slytherin to inject the toxicity I long for in a fic. Canon James and Sirius are devoted to each other, so adding in some desperate physical closeness and “I need to be melt with you” might just…y’know. Happen. It’s soft and rough and gentle and wild. They have the range.

And look, I don’t mind Wolfstar as a toxic ship as long as everyone is in character, but there’s a lot of weeeeeeird alpha/omega stuff going on in this fandom and when it’s not that, there’s a lot of this purity/anti-sex culture that focuses so much on cutesy romance which is NOT the same as sweet and gentle. Can you have both? Yeah, but GOD. I come online to be horny and weird.

Just so we're clear: Prongsfoot is a wholesome, safe-to-eat ship. I don't know what these folks are on about.

#asks

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Can I ask for a slightly more depraved Laurel x reader fic than your usual? I was thinking Laurel still in disguise of Marilyn falls for reader and they start a relationship, reader finds out that Marilyn is actually Laurel and her plans for Nevermore, but just keeps quiet about it, even cleaning up after Laurel and Tyler when they accidentally leave evidence behind. But she mistakes Laurel and Tyler's relationship for romantic and it makes the reader...snap. Reader ends up killing someone and confronts Laurel and Tyler with the body and covered in blood. Reader is like, "see! I can kill too! Anything he can do, I can do better! You're suppose to love ME not him!" Just full out unhinged rant. Laurel just gathers reader up in her arms and reassures reader that she doesn't have feelings for Tyler, explains the whole Hyde and master dynamic to reader and that she was just trying to keep reader safe from it all. And then Laurel rails the reader with a strap-on to further prove her love, whispering reassurances and maybe plans on giving reader a baby in the future after she succeeds with her plans in destroying Nevermore and how hot the reader looks covered in blood. Just a reassuring almost worshipful Laurel smut scene if possible. Thank you!!!

Yessss, here it is!!!! I hope you like it, and I hope I made it dark enough for you!!! Sorry about the language mistakes!!! :)))))

I'm better than him

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates x  Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: smut, mentions of murder, deranged reader, strap on, full of kinks, manipulative Laurel, dark themes, very dark themes

Word count: 6,078

Summary: You don’t care about her name, about her paste, about her plans. You love her, she’s gonna drive you crazy, and you don’t care…

 N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!! Obviously everyone on this fic is over 18

“But… They say she died,” you said head down, listening to a disturbing revelation from your girlfriend.

You thought you loved Marilyn Thornhill, your botany teacher. The kind and loving redhead who always had a smile for everyone. That woman who confessed her love for you, how hard those months had been without being able to tell you, hiding it from you in case you thought she was crazy, that it was immoral and a simple pervert.

You reciprocated it, for even longer. That little kiss under the stars was the beginning of a clandestine relationship, hidden, but loving, subtle and slow, unhurried, without wanting to speed things up. A pure and sincere love, or so you thought.

That night you sat on the pier. Marilyn said that she had something to tell you, something important. You waited for some words of impatience, that she really wanted to love you, that the wait was over and she would finally make love to you. She always told you that it was not the time, that good things have to wait. You had no experience, but you did know that you wanted it, wanted to show how much love you felt for her, a love that bordered on the fine line of obsession.

But not. That was not what happened. Marilyn started saying very strange things to you. She wanted you to promise her that you would continue to love her, that you would not leave her. You couldn't do anything but swear that your love was inexhaustible, unbreakable, that nothing could make you stop loving her. Not even the confession that Marilyn wasn't really her name, that her name was Laurel, Laurel Gates, and that she had reasons for it. You didn't mind at all, but you did really want to hear those explanations. You were no a stranger to Jericho's history, and the maligned Gates family was a regular topic of conversation among its inhabitants.

“I know, but here I am,” she told you under the moonlight. You looked at the lake, thoughtful, nodding slightly.

“Why?” You asked, with a small voice, while swinging your legs that dangled from the platform.

“That's not the question, honey,” she told you, holding your hand. “Yesterday I saw what your classmates were doing to you, the water joke.”

You weren't exactly the happiest girl in Nevermore. You were weird, you always were. Your tastes and hobbies were not the most common. You had telekinetic powers and you had to stay calm, relaxed. For that, all you had to do was listen to classical music with your eyes closed, or read poetry. You tried to isolate yourself, sit in some corner of the quad and go unnoticed.

Even though they were all outcasts, being on an equal footing with you, supposedly being repudiated by society, they considered fun to scare you, to make you nervous to see how many windows you broke or how many wooden benches were thrown. The previous afternoon was too much for you.

You were quietly reading when someone threw a bucket of ice water at you from the floor above. The scare and the cold made you break a nearby window, getting the laughter of all your classmates. All those situations would be unbearable if you didn't have Marilyn by your side, if she wasn't there to comfort you in her arms, to whisper words of love to you.

“How long are you going to allow them to treat you like this?” She asked, squeezing your hand tightly in hers.

“I only have one year left, I'll be able to bear it as long as I'm by your side,” you said, leaning on her chest. She softly kissed your head, sighing.

“The outcast never learn, (Y/N). They only know how to do evil things,” she whispered while she caressed you. You looked up, nodding. You agreed.

“I can’t do anything. Principal Weems punishes them but...”

“Principal Weems is just like them, (Y/N),” she said, abruptly interrupting you. “ She's not going to do anything to help you, she doesn't want to. You are just one more student to her, you mean nothing, just one more income in her checking account.”

Those words really hurt you. Larissa seemed like a kind, understanding woman, she even cared about you and the bullying you were suffering. Naturally Marilyn's word was worth much more to you. She was always right, always. You snuggled in even more, noticing how tears formed in your eyes.

“Don't be sad, (Y/N). It is the truth. It's not now, it's always been like that. Surely you have heard stories about my family… About my brother.”

You agreed.

“They say that he tried to kill two students, that he was a stalker and that he died falling over the railing, that it was an accident,” you said, feeling bad for knowing that this boy was her brother and that you didn't know it.

“That's a lie, (Y/N). They are pathetic and vile lies that they tell to wash their hands, to show that they were the victims.”

You found it hard to believe that the sweet, tender Marilyn spoke in such a dark, cold tone, but as she said, she was not Marilyn Thornhill.

“What happened?” You asked, pulling away a bit.

“My brother just wanted to do the common good. He wanted to end years of mistreatment, of suffering, to put an end to that superiority that the outcasts believe they have over normal people.

You blinked, realizing something important.

“But me, I'm an outcast and I don't think I'm superior to the normis,” you said, with a doubtful voice. Marilyn looked at you and smiled, placing a soft kiss on your lips, running a hand over your cheek.

“I know, honey, I know you're not like that,” she told you tenderly. “You have nothing to do with those barbarians from Nevermore. Don't believe the things you've heard, (Y/N), they were the ones who killed my brother, the ones who killed my family,” she said hissing, with anger in her words. You looked around you carefully, making sure no one was passing by.

“Didn't he fall?” You asked curiously. She shook her head with a dangerous smile.

“No, (Y/N), they stabbed him with a sword. Garrett was weak, a good boy who had fallen in love with an outcast and was just trying to declare himself. But the girl's boyfriend got jealous, saying that no normi could ever be with an outcast, that he and my whole family were scum just for wanting a better world.

“I…” You whispered, assimilating all that information.

“My mother couldn't bear it, she hanged herself in the garden. My father refuged on alcohol, letting himself die. I was left alone, (Y/N) Do you realize? That's what outcasts do, they take away everything that matters to you,” Her voice sounded broken, deeply hurt.

You were stunned. You had never heard that version of the story before and the more you reflected on it and the way you were treated, the more you began to see things clearly, you began to hate Nevermore and all the people who inhabited it.

“That's horrible Mar… Laurel,” you said embarrassed, hugging her. She hugged you back, rubbing your back.

“Don't worry, (Y/N). That's going to end. All the outcasts of Nevermore will pay for what they did and for what they do to you. Together we are going to take revenge on them, to make their hatred and pride disappear from this world,” she told you, smiling. You widened your eyes and swallowed.

You were starting to get a little nervous. That sounded very bad, horrible. Deep down, imagining those pathetic bullies burning up and disappearing from your life was an idea that had been attractive to you for a long time.

“How? They are more than us and…” You said, being silenced by her finger on your lips.

“Do you think I would have come to this filthy academy if I didn't have a plan? Come with me, I want to show you something.”

After those words she took you to her car. She drove without lights so she wouldn't be seen. You looked at her a little confused. It was a lot of information in a very short time. But you didn't care about her name, what her family was. She was still the same redhead that drove you crazy, and she had the same hatred for Nevermore that you were beginning to have.

Laurel led down a road you didn't know and into some trees.

“Where are we?” You asked when she stopped the engine.

“Now you'll see, sweetheart,” she answered you, getting out of the car.

There was nothing around you. The redhead took your hand and she started walking towards the road again. You didn't see anything and you didn't understand anything, but you let yourself be carried away like a leaf in the wind.

After a few minutes walking you arrived at your destination. An abandoned house on the side of the road.

“I'm sorry I made you walk, (Y/N), but I can't allow them to associate me with this house,” she told you, approaching the padlock that was on the bars, opening it.

“What is this place?”

“It's my family's house, (Y/N), the Gates mansion.”

You entered the old house with her. There was light and it seemed that the passage of time had been as benevolent as possible.

“It's…Big,” you said, looking at the spaciousness that house had.

“Do you like it?” Laurel asked, grabbing your waist. You nodded, imagining a life with her in that place, far from Nevermore. “You can go wherever you want, but don't go to the basement.”

You turned with a frown.

“Why?” You asked.

“(Y/N), for my plans to be carried out, some methods are needed...Methods a little... Abrupt. I don't want you to get into this, honey, I want to keep you safe from anything nasty.”

You blinked, but you shook your head. You didn't care what was down there. The love you felt was so sick that you didn't care about anything, you just wanted to help your beloved, make her happy, see that horrible school burn while you kiss her. The method was indifferent to you.

“I, I want to help you,” you said, pleading. The redhead looked at you and shook her head at first. Then she bit her lips and she kissed you deeply, caressing your cheeks.

“Honey, I don't think you should…”

“I want to do it, please, let me help you,” you said, eager to be part of her revenge, your revenge. “I'll do whatever it takes, I promise I won't be scared, please...”

Laurel sighed and nodded, not quite sure.

-Okay, (Y/N). Come.- She told you, indicating that you should follow her to the basement.

You weren't afraid and that made you feel strange. You should have, you should sense that something was wrong, that the strange deaths of hikers in Jericho might have something to do with it. Your feelings weren't wrong.

In the old basement there seemed to be a kind of makeshift operating room, full of shelves with strange glass jars, some with something inside.

The redhead didn't say anything to you, she let you observe on your own. You approached one of those jars, realizing with horror that it contained a human hand inside a transparent liquid. Your stomach knotted, but you weren't afraid, just curious. Laurel watched you while she read a strange book. She was clearly studying your reactions to what you were seeing.

You turned, scratching your head.

“What is all this stuff?” You asked.

“Aren't you scared?” The redhead said, approaching you a little surprised.

“Well, I don't like it, but it doesn't scare me, not if it's part of your plan.”

She flashed a surprised and pleased smile, a little incredulous.

“It's just one of the steps to follow for our revenge, do you want me to explain it to you?”

You nodded profusely and she led you to the table in the middle of the room, where she left the book she was holding.

“Codex Umbrarum?” You read confused.

“It's Latin, (Y/N), it can be translated as “The Book of Shadows,” Laurel explained to you. You listened intently, noting the name written below it.

“Goody Addams? Does it have something to do with Wednesday Addams?”

“Well, yes. Goody was her ancestor. A powerful sorceress who wrote all her knowledge in this book. I assume you know who Joseph Crackstone is.”

You nodded as Laurel turned the pages, explaining each step of her plan step by step.

She wanted to revive that pilgrim, the founder of Jericho, and she wanted to do it thanks to that book that, according to her, offered incredible possibilities. She needed parts of human bodies to do that. She was just going to tell you how she got them, when footsteps were heard coming down the stairs.

“Oh, just in time,” the redhead said, smiling, while you leafed through that mysterious book. When you turned around, you saw a boy you recognized. The bartender at Jericho's cafeteria, the sheriff's son, Tyler Galpin.

He was carrying something in his hand, something terrible, it looked like a finger. He looked at you startled and then back at Laurel.

“Tyler, I think you know (Y/N),” she said, gesturing at you. He nodded. “Well, I hope she can count on your protection, right?”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” he said, smiling as if he were dazed.

“You see, (Y/N), Tyler is a Hyde. He obeys everything I command. He is my little monster, isn't he?” She said affectionately.

That tone of voice made you feel bad, something moved inside you. Tyler nodded just as sweetly.

After she explained everything to you, you couldn't find anything in your mind that told you how wrong that was. You decided to shut up, to be complicit in everything the redhead did. You accompanied her every night to the Gates mansion, helping her prepare things for the ritual that would culminate your revenge.

Your relationship did not progress. It continued with timid kisses and loving smiles. She did not go from there, even having sacrificed your heart. You had the terrible impression that you were not as important to her as you thought.

You wouldn't think so if she didn't boil your blood every time Laurel kissed Tyler on the cheek, every time she said he was a good boy, and he was her favorite monster. The shadow of suspicion fell over both of them. You started imagining horrible things in your head, things that were impossible for you. How far did the rewards promised by the redhead go? Was there something else between the two?

Just thinking about it made the school windows shake. You couldn't help it, you didn't feel as useful as he did, maybe that's why you thought she loved him, that she loved him more than you.

You did what you could, going through the scenes of the monster's crimes, cleaning up any evidence they might have left behind. You were just the errand girl. You didn't want that, you wanted to be something else, you wanted those kisses on the cheek, you wanted her to talk to you that way, you wanted to show that you were useful, but you didn't know how.

You had her kisses, yes, brief, deep but fleeting kisses, in your opinion lacking the love you saw in the way she addressed the boy. You wanted that affection, you wanted to be her monster.

You were walking on the road at night. Laurel had told you that she wanted you to go to the mansion, that she had a surprise for you. Maybe she didn't need you anymore, she told you it was missing a left foot, maybe she already had it, maybe your job as a part-time crime scene cleaner was over and she wouldn't need you anymore, she already had him.

It was always a sick, runaway love. You felt that you would be capable of dying for her, that everything she did had an explanation, that they should die, that they should suffer. So much time playing her game and you began to feel like one more pawn on it. You weren't angry, at least not with her. You were mad at yourself for not being able to be more helpful, for not being able to be Tyler.

“Hey, window breaker, go find a friend, you're in my way,” a voice behind you said. One of the regular bullies who used to harass you in Nevermore, rushed to your side, shoving you with his shoulder contemptuously.

“Asshole,” you replied, making the boy stop.

“What did you say?” He said, turning around, threatening.

You weren't in the mood to ignore his taunts, you were furious and jealous and it didn't help to also have to face one of those undesirables.

“I said, you're an asshole,” you said, almost foaming at the mouth. He made an exaggerated gesture of offense as he reached up, touching the balls of his feet with his hands. Immediately your eyes went down, looking at that succulent left foot that your girlfriend needed. Black clouds obscured your mind and you narrowed your eyes.

“Don't dare to insult me, freak,” he said with a cocky attitude. “You should know that no one in his right mind messes with a werewolf.”

“You don't scare me, Carl,” you hissed, clenching your fists.

“Oh, the cat sticks out its claws… Maybe I should teach you a lesson. I don't see Miss Thornhill anywhere, she can't defend you here.”

“Shut up,” you whispered, not taking your gaze from his feet.

“What? Are you asking me me to shut up?”

“Yeah.”

“You wanted it, weirdo,” he said, laughing, approaching you. You didn't back down, you stared at the mansion's bars, where a rusty metal bar trembled in the wind.

“I'm going to have a great time,” he said, rubbing his hands together.

It was an instant, a second. You could have fought back, run away, run at full speed, but you didn't. You wanted to please her, to be useful, and the perfect chance to do so presented itself in front of you. You would never get an opportunity like that again.

That iron bar that was loose returned under your orders to the boy's chest, piercing him immediately. Blood spattered over you, staining your face, your clothes, and your conscience.

He gaped, a trickle of blood coming from his mouth. That cocky look disappeared, being replaced by one of terror, of panic. Carl took a step forward, reaching his hand out to you. He couldn't take a step, immediately he collapsed to the ground, stopping breathing after a short time.

It was done already. You had just murdered a person, and you had done it on purpose, it was not an accident, you wanted to do it. You consoled yourself thinking that idiot deserved it, but soon the regret left your head and triumph filled your spirit. You had made it, you had killed the last victim for Laurel. It had been you, not Tyler.

With the help of your powers, you managed to clean the blood from the asphalt and move the boy's body inside the house. You took it to the basement and dropped it on the floor. You were euphoric with adrenaline and you quickly searched for something with which to obtain your trophy. You had to hurry, you didn't know when the redhead would arrive.

On one wall was an axe hanging. You could save yourself the pain and do it with your mind, but you wanted to enjoy winning, winning Laurel's heart at last. You raised the axe, aiming awkwardly for the boy's ankle, and with a cry of rage, fury, and hate, you struck that area, ripping the foot off its owner and staining you with even more blood.

Your smile was that of a crazy person, of a deranged girl. You were wide-eyed and staring at your prize. You dropped the axe and picked up that foot from the ground, admiring it as if it was magical. You heard the mansion door and a conversation. She had already arrived, and it seemed that she did not come alone. Good, better.

“And how do I tell her?” You heard Tyler ask.

“That's up to you, use your charms,” Laurel replied, going down the stairs.

They both froze when they saw you and turned on the light to see that disturbing spectacle.

“My God… (Y/N)…” She sighed, her mouth open “What have you done?”

You smiled, feeling that your effort was not being recognized. You were losing your mind, and control.

“Do you see, Laurel? I can be useful too,” you said with an increasingly nervous voice and a pleading smile.

The redhead looked at Tyler, who also had a rather scared face.

“Honey…” She whispered, approaching you.

“I can help you too… I can… I can kill too!” You said, losing your temper.

She stopped and put her hands in front of her, by way of surrender.

“Calm down, (Y/N), come on, calm down and tell me what you're talking about,” she said with a soft, relaxed voice.

“You know exactly what I'm talking about! I know you prefer him!” You yelled, pointing at Tyler, who shook his head, not knowing what was happening.

“What? Honey, I really don't know...”

“I thought you loved me! You told me you loved me!” You kept screaming. “You were supposed to love me, we were going to do this together, but I see how you kiss him, how you talk to him... Tell me the truth Laurel, say that you love him and that you are only using me!”

“Please, calm down,” she told you, approaching again. The deranged attitude you had alerted Tyler, who also moved frowning.

“I… I, I'm better than him! I can do everything better than him! I'm better… I'm better…” You sobbed, breaking into tears when emotions overwhelmed you.

Laurel saw that moment as the perfect time to hug you lovingly, trying to calm you down while you cried desperately.

“Don't cry, my love... Calm down...” She whispered in your ear, going down to the ground with you, squeezing you tightly in her arms. “My girl, you are very wrong.”

You kept crying uncontrollably.

“Tell me the truth…” You sobbed against her chest. She picked up the foot in your hand and looked at it, tossing it to the boy.

“Put it in the jar,” she ordered.

“I’ve, I’ve done it for you… I wanted you to see me as more useful, to treat me the same way you treat Tyler,” you said, now hugging her tighter.

“Relax, my girl. You've done very well, honey...”

“Do you think so?” You asked, looking into her eyes. “Am I…Am I better than Tyler?”

“You are infinitely better, (Y/N). What nonsense were you thinking, huh? Honey, listen to me,” she told you, holding your face firmly and looking into your eyes. “There's nothing between me and Tyler, you hear me? Nothing. Never was and never will be. He is just an instrument, a pet, nothing else...”

You shook your head, trying to relax a bit.

“And why do you treat him like this?” You asked desperately.

“Well, it's better to have a bloodthirsty monster happy, don't you think? Listen to me (Y/N), he goes out of his way for me because it's his nature. He is my slave, he has to obey me and be faithful to me, but nothing else, I don't want anything else, he is a Hyde, not a lover. You know that I only love you, my girl...”

After those words, she kissed you tenderly, surely she would be savoring the iron taste of blood on your face, but that didn't stop her.

Your breathing calmed down.

“Are you better, honey? You are relaxed?”

You nodded as Laurel helped you up.

“I love you…” You sobbed. She caressed your cheeks and nodded, kissing you again.

“Come, let's go upstairs, you have to take off those clothes,” she told you, holding your hand. “Clean this up,” she ordered the boy.

You went up the stairs to the second floor. Laurel lovingly guided you to what was once her room. She gently led you to the bed and sat you on it, looking for something in a drawer.

“Let's see, my precious girl, we are going to clean that pretty face,” she told you, passing a wet wipe over your face. “That's right, my pretty girl...”

You sobbed but you no longer cried. You were calmer. Dangerously quiet. You had just killed someone and you didn't care, you only cared about her.

“Take off your jacket,” she asked you softly. You obeyed, with slow and clumsy movements. She took the garment and left it on top of a piece of furniture. She came back and crouched down in front of you, reaching her hands to the buttons of your shirt, undoing them.

You were startled, but she was smiling at you suggestively.

“Have you become shy?” She asked, whispering into your ear. You shook your head and clenched your fists. You were starting to shake. It was something unknown to you, being undressed by the woman you loved.

With a smooth movement she removed your shirt, and she stared for a moment at your bare chest. You looked up. Your eyes sparkled, but not with sadness, not with regret. Without thinking, you took the redhead's hand and brought it to your chest, running it gently over your skin. She was surprised, but she looked curious at what you were doing, letting herself to be guided.

“You have such a soft skin, (Y/N)…” She whispered, her breathing quickening.

“Caress me, please,” you asked with sad eyes. She nodded, reaching her hand to the clasp of your bra, letting it fall on the bed.

“My girl…”

“Please... I want you to love me... Please...” You said, taking your hands to her neck, so she wouldn't get away from you.

Her response came in the form of a soft, tender kiss, as her hands moved over your face, down your back, and finally over your breasts.

“You're beautiful, (Y/N)… So beautiful…” She said, gently pushing you to lie down on the bed. She got on top of you, not stopping kissing you for even a second.

You cried with joy, you cried when you felt the contact of her skin against yours, you cried to have those passionate kisses, those caresses that you wanted so much.

“Please, Laurel… Love me…” You begged again, noticing how your hips moved involuntarily. She sighed and sat up on top of you, running a hand up your torso, almost tickling you.

“Shhh, calm down honey. I'm going to take care of you, you're going to be fine…” She told you, unbuttoning your bloody pants, lowering them by your ankles. “No one has ever loved you, right?”

You shook your head, while she kissed your whole body, with desire, almost with adoration.

“Do you want me to be the first?” She asked, taking off her boots.

“Yes… Please… I need you,” you said, pulling her towards you, with nervousness and a warmth in your center that you had never felt before.

“What a good girl you are. You wanted to please me, right? You just wanted mommy to take care of you...” She said in your ear, passing a hand through the edge of your underwear, in a playful way.

“Yes... I wanted to show you how good I am for you...” You answered, looking at how her hand slipped into the fabric and finally, you felt her fingers caressing your wet folds, causing you a desperate moan.

“You're so excited… You want me so much…” She said, rubbing your clit in circles, sending waves of pleasure through your body. “I'm going to relax you, honey… Everything will be fine…”

You nodded, running a hand up her leg, over her blue jumpsuit. She laughed sweetly and amusedly.

“Relax, honey. This day is special for you...” She told you, taking your hand and taking it between her legs, where you could notice a growing humidity. “You see it? Just to see you naked, to see how you tremble with pleasure excites me so much...”

You gasped when you noticed the tip of one of her fingers gently enter you, slowly, very delicately.

“La, Laurel… I need, I need…” You said, feeling enormous frustration at that timid contact.

“I know, my girl. Easy, mommy just wants to make it easier. I don't want to hurt my precious girl,” she told you, putting a hand on your belly while her finger went deeper. You felt how your walls adapted to that intruder. It was a little uncomfortable, but not painful.

It didn't seem like she was making an act of love, it seemed like she was gaining space, getting used to your body now to two of her fingers. You closed your eyes at the sensation. No one had been there, you had given her the privilege of being her first. You had achieved the best of rewards, you were happy, in a cloud.

She withdrew her fingers  and got off of you. You emitted a pitiful groan at the lack of her contact.

“Calm down, honey, calm down,” she said, unbuttoning her jumpsuit and lowering it to her ankles. Then she opened a drawer and took out two objects from it.

One looked like a jar with a transparent liquid. For the other you had no words. You knew that this strap on was for you, and you burned with excitement to see it, to imagine it inside you.

She buckled it on and climbed back on the bed, spilling some of the liquid to her hand, which she carried back between your legs.

It was a little cold at first, but you noticed how a warm sensation gave you pleasure. You looked up so you could see what she was doing, but she pushed you back down, giving you a quick kiss.

“Shh, don't worry honey. This will be good for you. Mommy cares about you, she doesn't want to hurt you... This will help you take it well, darling,” she said with a softness and tenderness that was not in keeping with what was going to happen. The love you felt was infinite, and her words, her caresses and her voice were all your nervous mind needed to calm down.

Laurel spread that liquid around your entrance while she inserted her fingers again, leaving no area without lubrication. She withdrew again and put some more liquid around the strap on, rubbing it and looking at you with desire, but also with love.

“Relax honey, I'll be nice, I promise,” she told you, taking your legs and lifting them a little, aligning the dildo with your entrance and rubbing it along your folds.

That sensation made you shudder. You moaned when you noticed how it rubbed against you, how it played with your entrance, without getting into it.

“Are you ready? Do you want mommy to make love to you?” She asked, putting the tip right in your hole. You nodded and took a breath, closing your eyes.

Little by little she was introducing it into you, slowly, very slowly. A stabbing pain made you double over and hiss in pain, clenching your fists hard.

“It, it hurts…” You hissed, holding that feeling as best you could. She looked at you with pity, caressing the lower part of your belly.

“I know, my love. Hold on a little, darling, soon you will feel better, soon you will feel pleasure.”

You nodded, enduring the pain, trusting her completely, without questions. You wanted to get away from her, to get her out of you for the pain to end. But you couldn't do that, you had to endure.

She was completely into you. Laurel didn't move, letting your body get used to it, letting your walls stretch out so you could start to feel comfortable.

Soon the pain was subsiding and other sensations made their way. A pleasure like no other, a feeling of fullness, of love, of warmth. She was inside you, the woman you loved was making love to you, she had taken your virginity, your innocence, although you had already taken care of ceasing to be innocent some time ago.

You groaned, indicating that you were already fine. She looked at you and caressed your legs.

“Now I'm going to move a bit, okay, honey?” She told you softly.

You agreed.

Little by little she moved, letting that object travel all the way. You opened your eyes at the unbearable pleasure you were feeling. Your hips moved to the rhythm that Laurel moved hers, getting a perfect synchronization, an immense pleasure.

You moaned, almost screamed. You were hers, completely hers. Your whole body was hers.

Her movements were delicate, discreet, slow. Laurel watched your face as she pushed herself in and out of you, causing her to start moaning as well. You didn't want to go faster, even if you wanted to. You wanted to enjoy, you wanted to savor each of her movements.

“I love you…” You said between gasps. She looked at you and smiled, never missing a beat, never stopping making love to you.

“Me too, my love…” She said, moaning, almost feeling that she herself was losing control, while she grabbed your legs and moved her hips harmoniously. “I love you so, so much…”

“I want, I want to be with you all my life,” you said, almost getting emotional. She groaned, and she slightly increased her speed.

“My girl... You will be... When we finally get rid of those freaks we will live together here, you and me. We will be so happy, (Y/N), can you imagine?”

“Yes… I want it so much,” you said, noticing how little by little your own hips accelerated.

“My love… We will get married,” she gasped, trying to keep that tenderness in her voice. “That witch’s book… We can do so many things…”

“So many things…” You repeated, feeling that you were losing control of yourself due to the increase in the force of her attacks.

“When everything is over, when we win... I'll give you a baby, my love... Our own child... Would you like it?”

You nodded excited by those words.

“Yes, I want you to give me a baby, Laurel, I want to carry your child in my womb…” You said panting, wanting time to go by faster and live that dream life with her.

“Oh, darling, you'll have it... We'll be a family... The happiest of the world,” she told you, caressing you.

“Laurel… I… I…” You said, noticing a growing heat in your center. Your movements were getting out of control and her gasps increased in time with her speed, almost as if she had read your mind.

“Cum, my love, free yourself, show mommy how much you love her, how much you enjoy her…” She moved more intensely, focusing on your most sensitive points.

“I'm… Very close...” You could tell between fast movements and furious growls. “Fuck…Fuck!” You yelled as an electric current ran through your body. She stopped, letting you enjoy the sensation.

Laurel pulled out of you and up to meet your mouth, kissing it mercilessly, giving you no time to breathe.

“I love you, my girl, I love you, I love you…” She repeated over and over again. “Please, don't doubt me again... my love...” She told you, almost desperate.

You shook your head, crying with emotion and happiness. She lay down next to you, bringing your head to her chest.

“Honey... You shouldn't have put yourself in danger,” she said after a moment of silence and heavy breaths. You looked at her, sighing.

“I wanted to get closer to you… I thought…”

“Shhh, don't say it, I don't want you to repeat it again. My dear, I just wanted you to be out of all this, I didn't want to involve you. It's so dangerous…” She told you, caressing your cheek with her hand. “Although I must confess that to see you covered in blood turned me on so much. You sure would have been a good Hyde.”

#marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #wednesday #ms thornhill #oneshot #laurel gates #smut

[autolenaphilia]

Apple has the worst fans in the whole of tech. Like people complain about Linux users having a superiority complex, while Apple fans makes fucking Arch Linux users look humble. And they are unhinged in general, I've seen several of them go on deranged rants against open source software.

And that's because Apple products are severely overpriced Veblen goods, conspicuous consumption for the digital age. Like you are paying for the Apple brand to show that you have money. That's the cause of superiority complex of Apple fans, it's class snobbery.

That's why iphones and Macs have such distinct looks, but aren't really that capable, they are meant to be shown off.

Like with Apple, you are often paying more for less, and that's the point. Macs cost a ton but are fairly low-spec for that price range. And they are far less durable and repairable than a far cheaper Thinkpad. And iphones cost more but have objectively less functionality than cheaper phones, like no headphone jack. Apple's software with its proprietary walled garden policy further limits its users in what they can do with their tech.

And that's the point, it's not for the person who has a limited budget and want to make their money spent on tech count, it's for someone who buys phones/computers at least in part for the brand, and to show how off how much money that have. An Apple product a status symbol rather than a practical tool.

#my writings #apple

[saintsenara]

what are some of the most deranged ships you have seen shipped? rod/percy included!

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

i have a fair few rare-pair rec lists in the drafts - which this reminds me to get on and finish! - and so if any of the anons who sent those asks in are reading this, i promise i'm not ignoring you!

but i'm going to take this question rocketing away on a slight tangent...

and tell you all off [with great affection!] for the fact that your immaculate commitment to the unhinged and deranged ships series has forced me - completely against my will - to add the following pairings to my works-in-progress folder, where they join plenty of other nonsense including - of course - rodolphus lestrange/percy weasley:

ludo bagman/barty crouch sr.

which exploded into my consciousness via an ask from @spectral-kitty here and which allows me to indulge both my unwarranted affection for crouch sr. and my absolute conviction that bagman was a genuine death eater.

the basilisk/nagini

the answer for this one is in the queue - if you were the anon who sent this in, you should know that i took it far too seriously and legitimately got a bit teary-eyed. slay.

sirius black/minerva mcgonagall

which i've outlined the rationale for here. if you were the anon who sent this in, please be aware that i am now sick with obsessive longing for it as a pairing.

petunia dursley/rita skeeter

which i ended up considering the viability of - and also ranting about jkr's way of writing female characters - far, far too seriously here.

argus filch/merope gaunt

the answer for this is also coming up in the queue - but it's important that you know, if you were the anon who sent it in, that i have taken it spectacularly seriously and i genuinely have a 20k word fic taking aim at the failures of the wizarding state outlined.

fenrir greyback/severus snape

another one in the queue which has blown my mind.

bertha jorkins/petunia dursley's friend yvonne

which i am primarily doing because @whinlatter - who sent in the original prompt for byvonne [hot ship name!] - gets more and more panicked every time i write her a gift [her first one is here, and she's also getting a molly-weasley-is-the-person-with-the-diary and a bit of severus snape/andromeda tonks in the near future...] that she's going to have to offer up some reciprocal tomarry.

narcissa malfoy/firenze

which i've given the basic outline of a fic for here - and which i literally cannot stop thinking about.

severus snape/myrtle warren

if you liked bookbinding... you'll love this!

nymphadora tonks/lord voldemort

i was already locked-and-loaded with a stonks wip... but now i am also completely fucking obsessed with the concept of vonks.

[and if you are the person who sent in any of these pairings anonymously, and if you have an account on ao3... reveal yourself! i'd like to give the fic you inspired to you as a present when it's done.]

#asks answered #asenora's opinions on ships #unhinged and deranged ships #my god i love you all

[unusual-raccoon]

okay then i will spam you <3 <3 just thinking about what you said about jace gaslighting lucerys when he starts suspecting jace is his stalker! with the ask i sent you about social media and them, i just feel like Jace would have a private random account that he uses just to follow lucerys and send him the most deranged messages ever. like, he picks lucerys from school one day and sees him flirting with that arryn boy from his bio class. that night, the random anon sends lucerys a lengthy message describing very explicitly and with detail all the ways he could kill the arryn boy and how lucerys was wearing the sweater he sent as a gift so that means lucerys is his and he should know better. lucerys cannot block him because the anon has already told him that he will post all lucerys' private pictures if he tries (jace would never share such pictures anywhere, with anyone, because he doesn't want to cause his baby so much distress and he doesn't want to share lucerys either, but lucerys doesn't know this ofc ;) ).

Oh. OH. Unhinged stalker Jace 🫣. God, he’d be so deranged. Like sending the most long-winded, possessive rants about Luke being his fucking property. And then ten he’d switch apps and text Luke that he forgot his lunch at home💖.

I cannot even imagine how stressed Luke would be though, poor thing. Bet you the only thing keeping him from having a whole breakdown is being able to spend time with Jace 👀.

Also sorry if the social media angle wasn’t what you hoped, I was trying to keep it generic! But yeah, stalker!Jace would have an account to (lovingly) harass Luke. Also, yeah those nudes are fucking hard earned (and ofc they’re of his bby he’d rather die than let anyone else see them)

Maybe the minute Luke starts to connect the dots his stalker sends him a photo of Jace, like sleeping or just something candid. However it’s proof that his stalker has access to the people (the person™️) that he cares about more than anything.

Cue Luke being extra paranoid and SO attached. He’d bust right through their adjoining bathroom and ask Jace is he can spend the night. Threatening someone he cares about brings out another side of Luke (I’m looking at you Aemond 😌).

The gifts might eventually become more sexual - like yes the previous gifts were possessive and suggestive, and yes he’s sent compromising, reputation-shattering images of himself, but sex toys are another ball game for him.

Remote. control. vibrator 🫣 - it’s really his pièce de résistance, at least Jace happens to think so.

Luke would rather eat glass than put that thing anywhere near him, but his stalker sends a message and another photo of Jace. So, Luke agrees to do what his stalker wants.

Jace edging himself all day while Luke is at school and playing with the vibrator’s setting via an app on his phone. Cranking up the speed and slowing it down in long intervals. Dragging the dial to the max for brief 3 second pulses and Luke is utterly sobbing in the bathroom, resigned to failing his bio test because there’s NO way he can go back to class

He’d take his sleeping meds after scrubbing himself raw in the shower, crawling into bed with Jace, and knocking out - rinse and repeat.

#answered asks #jaceluke #jaceluke agenda #jacaerys velaryon #dark jacaerys velaryon #lucerys velaryon #my mutuals #greeksorceress 💕

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some of many people i'd like to get to know better

tagged by @charmwasjess (an absolute ICON)

favorite color: blue! but specifically, like, light-supersaturated-yellow-undertones-blue. blue himalayan poppy kind of blue (see below). tumblr "post now" kind of blue. clear summer skies kind of blue. not navy/baby/cadet/royal (yes i'm unreasonable levels of intense about this. i don't hate navy/baby/cadet/royal blues but i prefer a lot of other colors over them and feel very maligned when i say my favorite color is blue and ppl assume it's that. anyways.)

last movie/show: the ballad of songbirds and snakes. catch me ranting about it @things-stronger-than-fear where i am LOSING MY GODDAMN MIND.

last song: "making the bed" by olivia rodrigo, i think? idk i have the ability to play four (4) chords on the guitar and sing very out of tune, the consequence of which is me doing much Jamming, and i cannot recall what i last played because me, having brain cells? pfft.

sweet/savory/spicy: sweet! it's an actual facts problem tbh. (and i have absolutely no spice tolerance, it's honestly embarrassing. tears in my eyes sucking on ice levels of disaster ensue whenever i try to eat spicy food.)

relationship status: single and not looking to mingle. god help me i don't have time for REAL relationships when i'm busy with yelling about fictional problematic assholes

last thing googled: red bean ice cream recipe (if you've never had read bean desserts before... they are so fucking good...)

current obsession: i'm kind of getting into flower identification, because i was recently pretty embarrassed to realize that i don't even know what species that stereotypical 5-petal flower is meant to be. (my more unhinged roman empire is fictional evil old white men with constant deranged smiles and weird levels of admiration for grandchild-coded protagonists. i'm very delulu about fix-it aus where dumbass white man doesn't become evil and instead becomes unhinged grandpa who's maybe a touch too murderous to be normal but at least he didn't take over the government and become a dictator? i could brush it off with doo but now with coryo as well... i fear i have a type)

no pressure tags: @prahacat @rochenn @bluedaddysgirl @hws-mathieu @quarra (my app has been being Like That recently so sorry if you already did it! also if anyone sees this and wants to join in feel free)

#tag game