#although if they were babies i would probably just kidnap them and put them in a responsible foster home situation

[screeching-bunny]

Yandere! Game Show Host Hcs

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’

A/N: I saw this request and was like this is such a cool request but what if we made him an evil game show host. Like one that would put contestants in deadly scenarios.

🌟 Yandere! Game Show Host who kidnaps all of the contestants and forces them to play this twisted game that he created for money. Don’t worry though, he rigged the entire game to be in your favor. It was discreet enough for the viewers not to really care but apparent enough for you to notice the favoritism. Did you care? Hell no!! As long as you were getting paid you and survived this whole ordeal could give a rats ass about what happened next. Even when you do manage to get certain questions wrong, he will just brush it off and pretend that it was just a warm up question. The contestants are definitely seething whenever they see this happening.

🌟 Yandere! Game Show Host is a psychopath by nature. In each round, he presents the contestants with morally ambiguous dilemmas, enticing them with promises of grand rewards while dangling the threat of dire consequences for failure. Whether it's forcing them to choose between betraying a fellow contestant or facing a treacherous obstacle, he revels in their anguish, relishing the psychological torment he inflicts.

🌟 Yandere! Game Show Host is doing everything in his power to make sure that you win the game. He can’t have his poor baby feeling upset if they fail to win the grand prize. He would absolutely give out the most insane questions that practically no one knows the answer to. The punishment for getting a few questions wrong is mutilation of certain body parts and if you get too many questions wrong then you’ll end up being sent to your death. While everyone is basically being tortured in their punishments, he’d never allow that to happen to you. At most he’d probably just flick your forehead and call it a day. I imagine that most of the people watching the show are people who paid for the contestants to be kidnapped and be brought there against their wishes. Everyone who is put onto his show is a horrible person, including yourself, and have done something to be warranted to be there.

🌟 Yandere! Game Show Host bends all the rules of the game for you, providing subtle hints or covert assistance to ensure your safety. Although he has a strong desire to see others in pain and suffering, his love for you is stronger. At first justifies these actions as preserving the "entertainment value" of the show, but deep down, he's driven by an inexplicable desire to protect you.

🌟 Yandere! Game Show Host would baby you during your time there. He’d make a fuss whenever you tried to do anything remotely dangerous or touch some blood. I could totally see him using a baby voice to try to convince you to stop what you're doing. He has no shame, and everyone is looking at him with utter disbelief/confusion on their faces.

Yandere! Game Show Host: “Oh No! Please don’t go over there! You might slip from all the blood on the ground! Come here let me carry you across.”

Viewers: “…”

The contestant with their leg cut off: “…”

🌟 Yandere! Game Show Host thrives on the power he wields over his contestants, reveling in their suffering as they navigate his challenges. As the game progresses, his demeanor grows more twisted, enjoying the contestants' internal conflicts and emotional turmoil. He taunts them with mocking laughter, reveling in their discomfort and manipulating their decisions to heighten the drama. God forbid that you manage to develop a crush on someone while you are there. He’d absolutely lose it and do everything in his power to crush them. You best believe that he’s going to keep them alive for as long as possible and give them the worst punishments known to man.

🌟 Yandere! Game Show Host has cameras everywhere and when it's time for the contestants to rest for the night he’s going to be observing you. He’s a loser who doesn’t really know how to act around you without becoming a mess. In his spare time, he likes to just watch you through the cameras and imagine himself right next to you. He’s absolutely delulu about your feelings towards him and believes that you feel the same way. Even when you do manage to win this fucked up game, he’s not letting you go. There’s no way that he’s letting you leave after you managed to steal his heart. After this is all over, he’s taking you to his house and locking you there.

🌟 Yandere! Game Show Host holds pride in knowing how many people are at the mercy of his hand. Has a minor God complex and has this skewed mindset about how everyone else is beneath him besides you. Believes that you were made just for him and that you're his one true love. Would rather die than give you up or allow anyone to “take you away from him”. He’s like an annoying roach and almost impossible to get rid of. He’s making sure to stay with you for as long as possible.

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Yandere! Game Show Host strides onto the stage with a wicked gaze, his piercing gaze fixed on the contestants. His voice, a chilling blend of charm and malice, booms through the speakers as he welcomes the participants with a mocking flourish. Thom who were strapped onto a table with heavy objects over their heads.

Yandere! Game Show Host: “Alright contestant number one, what is the mass of the Sun divided by Planck's constant in nanometers.

Contestant One: “HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT!?!?!”

Yandere! Game Show Host: “Unfortunately, that's not the correct answer. You’ll now be facing the consequences.” In a matter of seconds, the heavy object comes flying down with alarming speed. Upon impact, it mercilessly crushes against their skull, unleashing an overwhelming and unimaginable force that distorts bone and flesh. Yandere! Game Show Host then makes his way towards you and begins to speak.

Yandere! Game Show Host: “Alright, it's your turn now. No pressure, I know you’ll do great just take your time. Okay what’s 1 + 1?”

You: “2.”

Yandere! Game Show Host: "Talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever done before, unafraid to reference or not reference, put it in a blender, shit on it, vomit on it, eat it, give birth to it."

Other Contestants: “What the hell!?!? How is this fair!?!!

#yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere game show host

[darlingggdearest]

May I request the Hantengu clones with a baby sister reader who also the little sister of Zohakuten? She the love clone and is very loving to everyone even humans although she views them as toys. Like some fluff and wholesome headcanons with them also reader is like the appearance of a 5 year old. Would they be protective? What they do if someone makes her cry? All kinds of stuff. Also she sorta like Daki where she works but not as a orian but as a Geshia

HANTENGU CLONES WITH LITTLE SISTER READER

This is such a cute idea!

Warning: Gore, Reader almost gets kidnapped, I don't write for Zohakuten but I'll write how the other clones would act with a little sister reader.

UROGI

+ Urogi would be the fun older brother no questions asked.

+ Urogi will take you on flights through the sky when its dark out. On an especially cloudy night, he'll hold you tight in his arms and fly above the clouds so you can see the stars.

+ Another favorite pass time of his is flying you up to the sky and "dropping you". He lets you fall for about 0.3 seconds before grabbing you again. You both find this hilarious, after all, Urogi would never actually let you fall. Meanwhile once the other clones found out about his shenanigans all hell broke loose.

+ It was a gorgeous night out and all five of you were wondering around the forest. the clones were looking for dinner, and decided that Urogi could fly you up into the sky to watch the stars. (they didn't want their little sister to see them murdering a demon slayer for food.)

+ Once everything was taken care of the clones gave Urogi the signal that you could come down.

+ However Urogi wasn't done goofing off, he flew in a swaying motion back and forth, ever so slowly drifting down to the earth. Then he let go.

+ You had done this before so you knew he would grab you again soon, however for the clones it was a different story. They thought Urogi had dropped you on accident and you were now plummeting to your death. Aizetsu, was screaming, along with Sekido who planned on murdering Urogi as soon has he put his feet on the ground, the only one who seemed at least a bit calm was Karaku, who was probably the calmest of the three. Karaku is the pleasure clone, so unlike the others who represent an irrational emotion, (sadness, anger) he can think through thoughts before jumping to conclusions. He was still pretty pissed off though.

+ But Urogi snatched you right into his arms just as fast as he had let you go.

"Oops"...

+ Urogi had forgotten he had an audience. Once he had gotten down to the ground you ran up to Aizetsu and let him pick you up like he had done hundreds of times before. He squeezed you as tight as he could without breaking your tiny body. Aizetsu was suprised when he found you were laughing instead of being in a state of fear.

+ Karaku walked over to where Aizetsu was holding you and made sure you were alright as well. And as for Sekido... well he gave Urogi a good beating after that. However, it did help that you enjoyed being dropped, and you weren't hurt, because that made Sekido give a small amount of pity to Urogi. Just that one time though.

+ On the scale of protectiveness I'd say that he's about 6/10 no one is going to be hurting you and getting away with it. If there were to be anyone and I mean anyone who dared to make you cry, demon or human, he's hanging them from a tree with their own intestines.

+ He also keeps a close eye on you as well, usually if they are fighting with a powerful demon slayer then they need all hands on deck and there's no one to watch you to make sure you're ok. so in the middle of the fight he'll fly to were you are hidden and makes sure you are ok.

+ Even though you are the love clone, they still don't let you fight. They all deem it "too dangerous" for a little girl like you. It doesn't stop Urogi from finding your love heartwarming though. He finds it adorable that you are so loving towards everyone, even humans.

AIZETSU

+ Aizetsu would be the paranoid parent/older brother. He is constantly worried for your safety, he doesn't really trust his other counter parts to take care of you, so he's always by your side.

+ I truly believe that he would be the best at giving affection. He is always picking you up randomly, because you're the love clone he gets a feeling of peace and warmth from you, something he's never felt before. He's your favorite to cuddle when you have a nightmare. He'll wrap his arms around you and squeeze you close to his chest, usually placing a kiss on your head.

+ He is most certainly a 9/10 on the protective scale. He can't let you out of his sight otherwise he'd get a bit worried if you're alright or not.

+ If anyone made you cry he would murder them immediately, or if the other clones were around he would let them deal with the bastard and go comfort you instead. When you feel sad he is overwhelmed with sorrow. But I will admit, he is the best at comforting. Aizetsu is sad all the time, so he knows exactly what to do to make you happier.

+ He'll wipe away your tears with his thumb and tell you that everything is fine now, there is no more to worry about. You are safe.

+ When you feel better, he is surprised at himself when he softly smiles. This is a smile only you get to see.

KARAKU

+ Karaku is the most laid back one out of all four of them. Not that he's not protective, he just doesn't see why Aizetsu and Sekido are so over the top all the time.

+ He, along with Urogi are the most fun clones to be around. They make up fun games to play with you all the time, ranging from board games to racing to the nearest mountain. (he always lets you win) And once you're too tired to play any longer, he gives you a piggy back ride back home.

+ Karaku loves how sweet you are towards people, granted, a lot like all the other clones, he wishes you would stay away from people, but he thinks you're darling anyway.

+ About 5/10 on the protective scale.

+ you'd never think that he would be very protective, he never thought he was very protective. But when a creepy man on the busy street tries to take your hand and lead you away from Karaku, a switch flips inside him and He. Gets. Pissed.

+ First Karaku panics, he runs around trying to find you, knocking people to the ground in the process. He can hear you crying, trying to get your tiny hand away from the man's grip. Karaku hears this, and he's fuming with rage. The fact that he can't see you and help you in this moment devastates him.

+ Then he sees you. You're still trying to get away, holding your pink stuffed rabbit close to you as if it would save you from this situation. Karaku zips over to where you were being dragged away, and slices the mans head off with his fan. Everyone on the crowded street screams and tries to get you away from the man that decapitated someone. Karaku's had enough and picks you up, leaving the dead corpse and screaming humans behind.

+ Maybe now he understands why his counterparts are so protective.

SEKIDO

+ Oh goodness.

+ Sekido acts like he doesn't care about you that much. It's a lie, don't believe him. Sure, I don't think he likes kids, so he would leave most of the parenting to the others. But when it comes down to your safety, he's the first person to protect you.

+ I rate his protectiveness for you about 5/10. However when it comes to humans, 10/10, If someone even looks at you the wrong way he's murdering them in the most gruesome way imaginable.

+ When it comes to his counter parts I think he mostly just recognizes unsafe situations and tells the other clones to knock it off or to not do that. (flashback to the Urogi incident)

+ He acts tough however your tears are his kryptonite. If someone were to ever make you cry, then I think that he would beat that person into oblivion before murdering them. He usually leaves the comforting to Aizetsu, but you specifically wanted to hug him. Begrudgingly, after seeing your tears he picks you up. That was a mistake because now he has a sleeping child in his arms.

+ He sat for eight hours that night while you slept, he didn't have the heart to put you down.

Thank you for reading!

#demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer headcanons #hantengu #hantengu clones #hantengu x reader #hantengu kny #aizetsu #karaku #sekido #kny urogi #urogi headcanons #karaku demon slayer #sekido x you #aizetsu x reader #aizetsu demon slayer

[raayllum]

One of the things I love most about Claudia is, quite frankly, how steadily and consistently Fucked Up she is, for lack of a better term. She comes up with the switching spell (an early sign she’ll surpass her father as a dark mage) but unlike Viren, can’t understand Harrow’s reservations about it. Which makes sense, as dark magic is inherently transactional as viewpoint. This ties into her wanting to take Runaan prisoner to be dark magic parts (“Yes! [Dark magic] is clever, it’s brilliant, it’s practical!”) not realizing that in terms of viewpoints, she has a lot more in common with the elf than differences. She lights Harrow’s body on fire with dark magic (reminiscent of using Sarai’s last breath for the vengeance spell she never would’ve approved of) with the framing aligning her with Viren to boot. 

She believes that Rayla could never be a good person because 1) she’s a Moonshadow elf and therefore just isn’t a person (or worth exceptionalizing as one yet) and 2) “She kidnapped you and Prince Ezran, how can she be good?” when Claudia is going to attempt to kidnap the boys the very next episode, but in her mind this is somehow salvageable, because it’s Necessary, isn’t it? It’s what her father wants.

But even her father’s dead set wishes aren’t a steady foundation, as Claudia has a habit of steamrolling over what her family wants when it’s things that might separate them from one another. She won’t let Viren let go, she won’t believe Soren about the princes when Viren offers up a solution that lets her keep her whole family together rather than having to choose her brother over her father, even if that means harming her brother. And she steamrolls because she thinks by physically fixing the problem (Viren’s death, Soren’s paralysis) the emotional issues (Viren’s trauma and panic attacks, Soren’s epiphanies) won’t continue to manifest; of course Soren mis-listened, of course Viren can go up the mountain. Never mind the consequences, never mind the pain; she fixed it. What’s the problem? (And of course, this sense of perfectionist preparation - “Gee Claudia, you’re so prepared, you’re the best” - alongside her smugness - “Wasn’t taking down a dragon one of your life goals?” isn’t sustainable or healthy for her either. We see how she panics and loses it when she isn’t prepared for a situation, and how the desperation drives her down deeper into the dark.) 

Even after Callum begs for her to let them go and after attacking Ezran multiple times, upon being a prisoner in her own home Claudia mandates that “We didn’t do anything wrong” (which is a far cry from Rayla’s response to her homecoming: “But you didn’t run. They have it all wrong” “Does it matter?”). Where Soren begins to question and defect, knowing his truth, he works to get Ezran out of jail whereas Claudia is conflicted but ultimately able to justify leaving him there, and able to justify staying when Soren leaves. With two years of only Aaravos in her ear, she’s gotten even worse, even more prejudiced against elves and dragons than she was before, save for her exceptions (Terry, Aaravos). And if even Terry is calling her out on her cruelty, and admitting that she did terrible things, then you know they were probably pretty awful for an elf who doesn’t bat an eye at his girlfriend slaughtering baby animals (hi puffer bats and baby deer). 

And at the same time, it’s not as though Claudia isn’t goofy and loving and compassionate. She loves ancient ruins and cuddling with dogs, she does feel some kind of way about seeing Callum again, she doesn’t just cut Terry loose when his life is put in danger and it’d be easier too - she genuinely loves him. Like I said all the way in the first few months after S2: 

I’d also like to say that this does not mean Claudia will not be redeemed. She does love people, has the possibility of using magic (Dark or otherwise) for good, would do anything for her brother (although only S3 and time can tell), and could be a reformed, more compassionate, fully rounded and loving person in the future.

Redemption is not out of the cards for her, whatsoever.

It’s just going to be a very long and hard road to get there.

#tdp claudia #tdp #the dragon prince #arc 1 #arc 2 #multi #anyway i love her #ppl really out here like 'i sympathize with this character. therefore she can't be a villain' #i SYMPATHIZE WITH VIREN & AARAVOS TOO THEY'RE. STILL VILLAINS #thought of u sage-nebula #claudia #text post #mine

[yanderes-galore]

Can I request any gears character with character of your choice with awkward reader

Been on a Carmine kick lately, so you're getting Clayton >:)

Yandere! Clayton Carmine with Awkward/Shy! Darling

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Overprotective/Possessive behavior, Fear of loss, Slightly degrading behavior, Isolation/Kidnapping briefly implied, Violence, Blood mention, Murder, Dubious companionship/relationship.

Clayton probably took you in as a new recruit.

After all, at the peak of his career he is a Sergeant and a veteran, ready to take recruit under his wing.

Clayton most likely was expecting you to be so shy and awkward.

He's your new boss and social anxiety can occur in some recruits.

Most of his recruits always acted eager to please, although you seemed hesitant.

Such hesitance is what makes Clayton prioritize you a bit more in training.

He's determined to make you a capable soldier and break out of your shell.

However... such prioritization makes him get a bit too... selfish.

Clayton would find your awkward/shy behavior endearing.

He loves your little stutters and tries to help you laugh off your mistakes.

He's here to train you, isn't he?

Mistakes happen... better you do it while training than in the heat of battle.

Clayton would see you as either an anxious little sibling or a shy love interest.

Either way he adores your behavior and the way it draws him to you.

Other recruits find it odd how Clayton is always around you.

There's times he babies you as he trains you, checking your him and trying to get you to rely on him.

If anyone confronts him on it, he'll either state it's none of their concern or beat around the bush about it.

Favoritism? Nonsense, none of that's going on here.

Your just... need a bit more help than the others.

It's not like he has any hidden intentions towards you, no!

If others keep pressing him on it... well he may just have some more blood on his hands.

Clayton tries so hard to rationalize why he's so obsessive towards you.

He never lets you out of his sight and often wants to check you over for wounds.

He watches other recruits around you, wanting to make sure they aren't too rough.

If they are, he pulls them aside and checks on you.

Regardless of his intentions, there's times he treats you like you're... well... incapable of functioning without him

In reality, he is pulling from past experiences.

Clayton is used to taking care of others.

Plus, he's lost a lot of people close to him, his brothers are a good example.

Part of him deep down fears losing you like his brothers.

Which is the main reason he wishes to train you and teach you to rely on him.

He may have not been able to be there for them...

But he sure as hell will be there for you.

You're too shy to even confront him half the time.

After all... maybe he really does just care for you?

In reality... while he does care... it's no where close to a healthy degree.

By the end of his obsession, Clayton may just socially isolate you... then actually isolate you in his room.

After all... perhaps war isn't for such an innocent creature such as yourself?

You're capable, but to him?

To him the thought of losing you is much too great.

You may be confused by his actions at first... but he tells you he'll be monitoring you... privately for a bit.

Perhaps he'll even plan a training related injury... then you'd have to be in your care.

If others accuse him of sabotage... their removal will look like an accident.

A recruit you were close with died? Oh... a recon mission went wrong dear.

In reality, said recruit was getting too nosey about the companionship between you and Clayton.

If only they minded their own business, yeah?

While you assume after you recover Clayton will put you back in the fight...

Clayton plots ways to keep you not only safe... but all to himself...

He'll take care of you and help you improve... just not in the way you think.

"Well aren't you just cute... are you nervous about me? Don't worry, my rookie... I'll take good care of you as your Sergeant."

#yandere gears #yandere gears of war #yandere clayton carmine #yandere carmine family

[matan4il]

I'm so happy some of the hostages are being returned. I was honestly starting to worry that maybe none were left alive, were smuggled out, or couldn't even be found from Hamas themselves. So, small blessings.

What I loathe is people trying to pretend Hamas is virtuous for this or that 5 prisoners for everyone Israel is even morally equivalent. It doesn't erase every person coming home lost someone brutally before being taken and probably left another person behind as a hostage. It will never erase how they tortured innocent civilians. These people coming home have probably been brutalized for 50 days. The trauma they will carry around breaks my heart. So many families will never be whole again. Pile on the people being returned to Gaza were actual terrorists who tried to or killed Israel's.

Every family has been forever changed in violence they never asked for. But I am grateful for who comes home. Seeing the reunion videos makes me happy. It just doesn't change my opinion of the people who did it. It's actually worse when I see them cheering and jeering at the red cross recovering them.

However.. I can't leave you without some dark humor. My neighbor put up Ceasefire sign with a death toll count at 10,000. When I was walking by, I asked her where she got that number because it's clearly wrong. I'd be happy to explain. She walked in and slammed the door. At least I'm more popular in the neighborhood and have a Ring so she can't egg my house. Although I am considering putting up more Israel flags just to start a sign war. Petty, yes, but if it annoys them, priceless!!!!

As always, I hope you and your family are staying safe. Lots of love!!!! Hopefully, researching for the museum is a nice distraction. Sending prayers, you're feeling OK!!

Hi darling! <333

Oh, I was sure that Hamas would keep at least some alive. Living hostages are worth more than dead ones. At this point, Hamas NEEDS this break in the fighting, and for sure they knew their strongest leverage over Israel would be hostages, so... what worries me is that we don't know how many are live. Fifty hostages is less than a quarter from the people kidnapped, and Hamas has not yet produced a current proof of life for the rest. But yes, I don't think it's possible to see the family reunions and not be moved! (well... so long as you're not de-humanizing Israelis, that is)

The people who have to be told that Hamas isn't humane, a terrorist organization that has beheaded human beings, including babies, raped women of all ages to the point where their bones broke, amputated kids, kidnapped a 9 months old, murdered Holocaust survivors... those people are beyond hope. Still, if you look at a recent released Hamas vid, meant to depict its terrorists as "humane," you can actually hear them instructing the hostage to "keep waving." That says it all.

I'm also gonna mention that one of the hostages released by Hamas tonight had to be rushed into surgery, and her life is in danger even after that.

And that's on top of everything else you mentioned. Yes, every single one of the hostages has either lost a relative, or still has family or friends in captivity, or had their house physically destroyed, and they were all changed forever by 7 weeks of captivity underground, in terror tunnels. I was listening to the testimony of an Israeli kid who was freed by Israel in 1976 from Entebbe, after just one week as a hostage, without being separated from his family, without losing anyone, while they weren't held underground, and he still said he was never the same person again. I can't understand anyone who ignores that. Then again, I also can't comprehend how a human being can look at a poster begging for the release of a baby, but some did exactly that, and proudly.

LOL I love that, thank you for sharing! And NGL, I would love for more Israeli flags on display. Even just the fact that it humanizes Israelis means so much! Thank you for being such an incredible ally, from me, and I'm sure from others reason this, too! Sending you all the love and good wishes in the world, you absolute ray of light! xoxox

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

#israel #israeli #israel news #israel under attack #israel under fire #terrorism #anti terrorism #antisemitism #hamas #antisemitic #antisemites #jews #jew #judaism #jumblr #frumblr #jewish

[amaesama]

𝑆𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

These are my own personal headcanons, some are taken from actual facts but some were purely thought up in my own noggin. If I come up with more then I’ll make a part 2, and if you submit any headcanons then I might include those as well!

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⨂ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

It’s somewhere in Colorado, but the Slenderman has ties to any forest area that has particularity ’negative energy.’ This includes Appalachia in the US, The Black Forest in Germany, Aokigahara in Japan and Dering Woods in the UK to name a few. The pastas and proxies know their way around it and can get through it with relative ease.

The pastas don’t go on ‘killing sprees.’ They’re impractical and they run the risk of exposing the mansion. If they DO kill it will most likely be people in the woods or people the Slenderman has ordered them to kill, very rarely will they sneak into a persons home and kill them like that.

Sometimes they won’t actually kill their victims and they’ll just kidnap them and take them to the mansion to be ‘playthings.’ This could be for a number of reasons, like Eyeless Jack needing to eat, Helen needing blood to paint with, or some of the more sadistic and unhinged killers needing to let off some steam.

The Slenderman doesn’t put up the pages, and they are mostly put up by some of the pastas for fun. They’re mostly located about a mile or so away from the mansion.

The actual mansion is very hard to get to and of you go looking for it you’ll likely just get lost before you actually find it, but if you happen to see a few huts that look run down and have a few blood stains on them you’re probably on the right track.

The closer you get the more likely you’ll encounter weird creatures. They act as a sort of defence mechanism, as you’ll probably get hunted down by the Rake or Seedeater before you’ll find the mansion.

Slenderman stays in the attic and has an office room thing up there, this is because being too close to him can cause splitting migraines and nosebleeds, so it’s best for everyone if he just stays away. Though if someone fucks up he will go down and just stand there to punish them, unfortunately this affects others but he doesn’t care.

He distorts all electrical equipment.

There’s a sort of healing boon around the mansion, it’s enough to keep everyone alive if they get severely wounded but it won’t fully heal them, they got Jack for that :D

Not all pastas live in the mansion, but all the proxies live there, which include Masky, Hoodie, Toby and Kate.

The mansion is FILTHY.

No matter how hard some of the inhabitants TRY to keep it clean, it never stays clean for long. This is because most of the pastas don’t know how to wipe their shoes when they enter the house and they end up tracking mud, blood, or whatever substance into the floor.

The more ‘human’ pastas go out for supply runs for food, medication, clothes and other shit. They either get this from breaking into peoples houses or literally going to a store and buying stuff, although BEN definitely does some wacky hacking shit so they have the money.

The ones who go on supply runs are usually a proxy, so Tim, Brian or Kate, and someone else who is inconspicuous enough.

The ones who don’t live in the mansion live in shitty cabins around the forest, this may be because they’re dangerous to another person, they like being alone or their way of life simply requires it.

Jeff lives in one of these cabins because Jane will try kill him if she sees him (as she should, queen shit) and being around him for to long will trigger Liu, poor baby 😢

While it was a looong process, Liu is no longer afraid of his younger brother. However when he WAS still afraid of him Sully would front whenever he was in the same room.

Sully isn’t his only alter, he’s just the one that fronts the most.

Jeff is covered in burn scars, which is something I think people forget??

Eyeless Jack kind of HAS to live in the mansion because he’s the closest thing to a doctor they have, Nurse Ann is hardly in the mansion so she can’t help out much and Dr. Smily is too unhinged. Jack probably keeps a freezer full of organs down there in case he gets the munchies and there’s a room designated to keep prisoners.

Toby is in the infirmary a lot because he keeps chewing threw his fingers or his cheek and his mouth wound opens up again.

Jeff probably also has to go down and make sure his smile doesn’t get infected, and he redoes it every so often so he ‘stays on brand,’ like the weirdo he is.

BEN has a bunch of food allergies that he keeps reminding everyone of, but he can’t eat anything so he 100% just does it to annoy people.

He’s also a child and he acts like one.

He also looks like Link in Majoras mask but with his own face, and instead of wearing a tunic with shorts and Links dumb hat he just wears normal clothes, mostly green. He’s gotta stay on brand.

BEN, Toby and Jeff are like the biggest group of menaces and totally prank people all the time. They tried to prank the Slenderman once but…. Yeah.

Jeff is a DICK.

Like he is so unpleasant to be around. I’m sure with a bit of counselling he could become more tolerable, but until then it’s best to avoid him.

He also constantly smells of smoke, it’s just his natural scent. This one time someone asked if he smoked and being the bad boy emo rebel he is he was like ‘yeah of course.’ Which was a lie. He then stole a couple of cigs from Tim to try it out but he hated it.

He has a bunch of piercings to add to his hardcore bad boy image, you’re not fooling anyone dear.

He’s uncomfortable to look at. Like he COULD be attractive but the massive smile is just so freaky.

Tim and Brian definitely have something going on, but they say they’re ‘just colleagues.’

Tim probably has major trust issues because of all the shit with Jay and Alex.

Helen is really pretty and at some point Dina and Johnathan both liked him.

Helen’s room gets covered in paint really quickly and he has to spend hours cleaning it up. He’s definitely got yelled at for getting acrylic on the carpet so now he has to put down a spare sheet whenever he’s painting.

He’s absolutely tried shrooms to get some inspirations for his art.

Drugs are pretty common for the inhabitants to get their hands on, but it’s never any major drugs like heroin, and they never do anything with any children around.

Most pastas draw a line at harming kids in ANY way, for obvious reasons. They’ll also never sexually assault someone, too many people in the mansion are a victim of that and they’d never stoop to that level of evil.

Everyone is part of the offenderman hate club (as they should be).

No one knows if Zalgo actually exists? Like BEN sometimes has his electronics mess up but he can’t determine the source. Even Slenderman doesn’t know if he exists, or at least that’s what he says.

Slenderman is also a massive manipulative cunt.

Toby is so dismissive of Cody to the point where it’s funny. He’s borderline pissed that he gave up his perfectly good life in a fucking mansion for whatever this life is.

Toby is trans.

I saw a really cool headcanon that Eyeless Jack performed his surgery and it made my heart melt so I’m including it in this.

He has a bunch of scars because he never knows when he hurts himself and only notices when someone points it out.

Toby was scared to be touched because of his father, but after opening up to some of the others who also lived with an abusive relative he slowly began to recover.

He’s also half German on his mums side and is almost fluent.

Eyeless Jack is actually kinda sweet?

I mean he’s as sweet as a man eating half demon can be, but he likes to read, help people out, he’s also pretty quiet too.

I mentioned this in my Eyeless Jack headcanons but he’s pretty insecure about how he looks, he thinks his skin in weird, his eyes are disgusting, his tongues are freaky, etc etc.

He’s actually pretty alright looking, though. If his skin wasn’t grey and his eyes weren’t made of tar he’d just be an average looking guy.

Slenderman isn’t the dad of the family, he’s just there to make sure people do the shit they’re supposed to and don’t kill each other in the house. He makes everyone do jobs and that’s the only purpose he sees in them to be honest.

His voice his very deep and sounds like it’s made of static, he talks telepathically to people and it starts to hurt after a while.

It’s usually the proxies that take care of everything and keep everyone in line when they’re not working, Toby not so much since he’s too irresponsible.

They make sure everyone has chores to do in order to keep the mansion functional.

When chores are done most of the pastas return to their rooms and do whatever the fuck they do, this means the mansion is pretty quiet during the day as these mf’s are basically nocturnal.

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#creepypasta #eyeless jack #ben drowned #jeff the killer #ticci toby #clockwork #creepypasta headcanon #slenderman #slender mansion #Masky #hoodie #masky and hoody #jane the killer #kate the chaser

[doodleybugg]

barbarian (2022) ramble!

cw: SPOILERS!!, rape, murder, incest, strong violence/gore descriptions, this horror movie is rated r so :///

so---- ive not been able to shut up about this movie since i've seen it.. i have so many goddamn theories and this is prob my fav one.

i KINDA stole this idea from my friend who watched it with me, but we were both high at the time and neither of us rlly remember much about that convo so they gave me permission to post it here and go into more detail. tyyyy <3

so the backstory of this movie is that this guy, frank, would kidnap and rape these women, then rape their children and their children in the tunnels under the basement of his house. he kept them in cages, abused them, likely murdered them, all that fun jazz. and the main "villain" of the movie is the mother, the byproduct of all that incest and poor living conditions, etc. i put villain in quotes, not because i believe she did nothing wrong, but because i don't think she knew any better and although her actions were extremely fucked up and not okay, i can see the reasoning behind it.

the mother's first victim is keith, who she banged his head against the wall of a tunnel repeatedly until it was nothing but a pulp. then she screams at tess, and the story takes a twist without us rlly knowing what happens next because the focus is on aj.

and when aj, finally shows up in the basement, he's found his way into a pit where, surprise surprise, tess is alive and doesn't look majorly injured. the mother was so quick to kill keith, and if your mind went where mine did, you were probably wondering why the same wasn't true for tess.

tess's sympathy is another huge theme in this movie. going back to the basement to (try to) save both keith and aj, etc, so it makes sense that she picked up on the mother's habits, also shown when she calms aj in the pit and goes "if you get upset, she gets upset".

and when the mother comes along with the oversized baby bottle to feed them, tess graciously accepts the drink whereas aj refuses, leading to the breastfeeding scene after the mother hugs tess. it's so fucking creepy, it's disgusting and fucked up and i had to look away when i watched it.

but looking back, i can kinda see a pattern. i'll get to that later.

tess escapes the basement, and the mother is so close to catching her but when she gets through the window the mother recoils, cuz yk monsters can't go in the sun bla bla. the homeless guy who gave us one of the first jumpscares of the film helps her out and tries to convince her not to go back in there when she hysterically reminds him that ajs still down there. and when the cops are no help, ofc she heads back into the basement to save this douche.

and while aj is still in the basement, he runs from the mother and at some point, she backs away in fear, and aj walks into a room with an old man on the brink of death in it; this is frank.

time skip; now both tess and aj are out of the basement and homeless guy is telling them to stay put, not to go to the hospital until morning (aj had shot tess in the stomach thinking she was the mother), and that he knows all about the mother. she's been in that house some 40 years, and she's never gone into the corner they're at, he tells them before she jumps in, rips off his arm and beats him to death with it.

yk? that pattern im talking about? just hold on.

aj and tess run up to the roof of some building as the mother chases them, and seeing a possible escape, aj throws an injured tess off the roof, buying himself time as the mother jumps after to catch her.

aj goes back down with his gun, and finds tess on top of the mother, alive cuz she broke her fall. he apologizes profusely and says it was the only way, bla bla, and the mother (also alive) gets up and kills him by squeezing her thumbs into his eyes.

the next scene was to me, at first, disturbing. the mother cradles tess, calls her baba (baby), and tries to drag her back to the house as tess insists she can't, and ultimately shoots the mother and the last thing the mother did was kiss her fingers and press then on tess' forehead. the movie ends with tess stumbling away into the night.

now you may ask, where am i going with this? let me explain. all of the mother's victims, if i'm correct, were males. specifically, males she considered harmful, as she first tried to baby aj and only killed him when he proved dangerous to tess.

remember her backstory?

the mother was born in the basement, where her along with many other females were subject to god knows what frank put them through along with the forced breeding and births. it's only fair that she's scared of men to the point where she'll kill them the first chance she'll get. and when aj got closer to franks room and she backed away, she knew he was there and she knew he was still alive, and most likepy she knew what he was capable of.

this is probably me reading between the lines, but she was the only thing other than frank that survived down there. that was probably because she helped take care of the babies, she learnt from him and from the tapes how to do so so that he wouldn't kill her too. and even when frank was stuck to his bed, she kept that coping method with her.

"if you get upset, she gets upset", because if the babies were to cry or misbehave, or if they weren't letting frank hooha in their heehoos, he'd probably kill them. or worse. so that was how she'd force them to be good, so hopefully they'd stay alive and she wouldn't be alone down there, and also so franks focus wasn't on her. as fucked up as it is, it makes sense.

my sibling argued about "why'd she try to keep them in the basement then?"

well, she was born down there. in the dark. if she went outside in the day it would most likely kill her at that point. and she came to the conclusion that frank wasn't the only one of his kind out there, but she couldn't go with tess to protect her outside. so although frank was down there in the basement, so was she and she knew how to survive him. she was trying to protect her. in the most fucked up way possible.

thanks for coming to my ted talk :)

#barbarian #barbarian 2022 #bill skarsgård #horror #horror movies #autism #i could rant about this for hours #loser!rambles

[sunglxght]

Hi sunglxght sorry if this doesn't make sense English is not my first language.

Can you make master splinter and the boys reaction to finding baby us like 3months old in an alleyway and how they would react like would they bring us home or ( tmnt 2012) also I want it to be like black baby reader you know I don't see much of those.

☆🎀Authors note: Your English is spectacular ✨️ and your right i haven't seen much black reader inserts for tmnt 2012 or rise of the tmnt like at all. Also i changed our age to be 3 years old instead im not good with headcannons for baby's sorry.🎀☆

I think it would be like the boys asking how much longer their patrolling for and sensei said not much longer and then decides to head home. Then they like hear baby us crying in the alleyway and cautiously walk in just to find us being the one crying in a baby basket next to the dumpster. I think they would be so dumbfounded like who leaves a baby next to the dumpster at night. So splinter takes us back to the lair and says we are the boys new baby sister.( that's called kidnapping please don't do this yall :]).

Master splinter

He would coddle us and keep us extremely safe because we remind him of korai you know.

Only trust his sons to watch over us and not April and Casey.

Spoils us alot.

I think he would start training us a little bit using like a double edge sword. Because he has an extreme fear that someone might take us away and wants to be prepared.

Problem with that is that we're 3 years old so.

Leonardo

Would help us to know the way around the sewers.

Definitely makes us watch space adventures all the time.

Helps us with using our double edged sword, although he is confused on why we need to train since we're 3 but doesn't question it as much.

Mickey

Introduces us to ice cream kitty and leather head.

Helps us to understand the sewers just like Leo, but does it by putting us on his skateboard and wheeling us around the sewers.

Definitely gets lost 5 times while doing this.

Shows and reads to us his comics. And I mean all of them he has a lot so be prepared to sit there and listen.

I have a headcannon that Mickey secretly has adhd. So he would rant on about his hyperfixations all the time.

Definitely about different types of pizza.

Probably would have sit in his room and teaches us about all the adventures our brothers have experienced.

Donnie

Would go on and on about mutagen and retro mutagen and not to touch it or we'll get hurt.

Definitely the brother that actually teaches us work he specializes in math English and science.

Checks up on us 3 times a week since we're a 3 year old living in a sewer.

He gave us all our shots of course needing Ralph to hold us down cause we kept screaming.

Ralph

See's us as baggage because we could get hurt and kidnapped easily.

Other than that he really likes us being his little baby sister.

He would definitely be the brother that combs our hair and does a good job of it.

Takes us to the surface for fresh air and getting more food for us and them. While also getting clothes for us.

We're probably potty trained so that's fine. My question is were do they poop do they even poop though I have no clue. Oh well.

☆🎀Thanks for this beautiful ask if you didn't like it or it didn't make sense Blame my adhd and dyslexia.🎀☆

#tmnt 2012 #master splinter #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt leonardo #tmnt donnatello #tmnt raphael #rise of the tmnt

[bambiraptorx]

Hey if you could do a crossover with each of your AUs with another AU what would you pick

Let's see....

Minor Interference is a bit hard to do crossovers for, just because there aren't many aus with the premise of "Draxum trains the turtles" out there that I know of. Still, just about any au where he interacts with the turtles a lot would work for a decent crossover. Thematically, separated aus where a turtle ends up with Draxum probably would work better, just because those are ones where he's most likely to have meaningful interactions with a turtle. Actually, I've been planning a crossover with @/mudlarkspur 's Catch You au for a bit, so hopefully I'll get to it over my thanksgiving break.

Get Babied, Idiots!-- maybe an au where Draxum raises the turtles? Alternatively, one where he kidnaps one of them lol. But I'd want to get at least the next chapter out before I did any crossovers, just because the character dynamics that I started the fic for haven't quite emerged yet.

My Circus My Turtles-- again, anything with Draxum raising one or more of the turtles. Although, a crossover with canon could also be very interesting. A (relatively small, but significant) part of Draxum's thing in this au is that he basically doesn't consider the possibility that his sons could have grown up with anyone but him. The prospect of not even knowing they were alive for thirteen years would freak him out.

I'm Not Dead Yet-- any other peepaw au would work, really. For specifics, maybe the Hansel au by @/mobiitez ? Similar vibes with being thrown into the past long before canon starts, although IMNDY! Raph's story works pretty differently.

Giant Mutant Toddler Turtles-- honestly no idea for this one. Idk this is just a silly goofy au that I don't put much thought into.

#asks #bambi's rambling

[evaglass]

Part 2 talking about Karai and her arc in the 2012 series

To start off where I left, Karai is starting to obviously a dark path and mindset, it is shown when she attacks April.

Yet when April mentions that she lost her mother, Karai stops in her tracks and empathizes with her. Obviously, growing up without her has had a negative impact on her, even worse when Karai knows Tang Shen was murder, but not by the man she thought.

Rightfully so, April uses this moment where Karai is distracted to shove her down the stairs and escape. But look at Karai's face, it says so much from probably, "How could I fall for that?" to "What am I doing?" She doesn't even go after April when she gets up when she easily can. She must've been really conflicted, I mean, she's only 16, and she probably had to grow up really quickly living with the Shredder.

Karai is shown to be very impulsive as well as emotional even when trying to repress it. However, Karai still greatly values Honor. Of course, there was no honor in attacking a girl with less experience than her, same with when she puts April's dad under mind control in the Showdown part 1 so that she could give April to the Kraang, and attacking April again in Target: April O'Neil.

However, she did stop Shredder from ending Splinter's life in an unhonorable way while he was poisoned, she stopped Tiger Claw from hurting a defenseless blind guy, and when the turtles come to save Leo from her in Follow the Leader she tells them it's nothing too personal against them and they are just bait for Splinter. Maybe that's what April was along for her bait, maybe she knew the turtles would come in rescue her while the Shredder and her would attempt to finish Splinter off.

Most of her anger was towards Splinter and Leo because she believed one of them killed her mother, and the other one betrayed her trust. Although Raph, Donnie, and Mikey were also in the plan to assassinate the Shredder, she mostly blames Leo because he's the leader and believes they were acting on his accords.

I think Karai just wanted to achieve her vengeance as soon as possible at that point. She probably wanted everything taken care of before she possibly lost her father. When she tells Splinter he ruined her family, I can't help but feel really sorry for her. Her mother being absent from life and being solely raised by the Shredder has really sacred her. Maybe she pictured her life would be very different if her mother was still alive, more normal, where Shredder is probably a warmer and kinder father, where she didn't have to mostly be raised a soldier. It is possible that Karai was a bit jealous of April because even if she doesn't have her mom, she has a very loving father.

Going into the relationship between Karai and Shredder, I do believe Karai loved him before she found out the truth and maybe a little bit after she found. I also think the Shredder loved Karai as well, but it was absolutely toxic and dysfunctional. I mean, look at Karai's face when she asked if he wouldn't let the footbots finish her off, and he deflects the question. All he responds with is, "I'm leaving, don't do anything while I'm gone, or you'll be punished." No answer, not even an "I love you" before he leaves.

It's shown that even though Karai loved the man she thought was her father, she was still very afraid of him, like when he playfully sassed him and he raised his voice and walked towards her. You can tell she was afraid as she bowed again to him.

When Karai finds out the truth, I honestly can see why she would go after the Shredder alone.

He kidnapped her as baby

stripped her of her name

raised her as a soldier

Killed her mother

Made her believe her actual father killed her mother

Had her participate in the plot to attempt to murder her actual father

Very likely raised her in a dysfunctional home where the love he showed must've been very limited or presented in a very unhealthy manner

1, 3, 4

#karai #karai 2012 #tmnt karai #2012 karai #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #ninja turtles #hamto miwa

[watching-pictures-move]

Put On Your Raincoats | Teenage Sex Kitten (Perry, 1975)

This movie is pretty much impossible to discuss without spoilers, so you have been warned.

This is my third Ann Perry, and feels like a collision between the two others I've seen. There are the good vibes and hangout quality of Ballgame, manifesting in the rapport between Rene Bond and Eve Orlon and the sexual escapades they embark on. (Fucking a gardener, fucking in the pool, fucking their way to a free room are among the highlights. I cannot confirm whether Bond actually majored in poontang like the poster suggests, although if she's an autodidact, the results onscreen suggest she picked up the material pretty well.) And there is the cruelty of Sweet Savage, manifesting in the hard turn the movie takes without warning into roughie territory in its last third. It isn't just a shift in the subject matter, but in the textures as well, going from a warm and sunny atmosphere and a cheerful looking cast to a dingy looking hideout with boarded up windows, dirty walls, a hanging lightbulb, flies buzzing about, and disheveled looking assailants in tattered clothes, one of whom resembles Sid Haig circa The Devil's Rejects.

There is a precedence for this kind of structure with The Last House on the Left, which I'd wager was an inspiration on this movie. Last House foreshadows its violence with its structure, cutting between the innocent victims, goofy side characters and menacing villains until the different groups collide with horrifying results. What eventually transpires isn't exactly a surprise, although the sheer cruelty and finality of the violence still manages to shock (and when I rewatched the movie a few years ago, I found I had not been numbed to its impact). This one offers no such buildup. An attempted coupling outside a bar two thirds of the movie is cut short when the man is given a blow to the head and the woman is kidnapped, raped both while unconscious and awake, and then accidentally killed. The victims' male friends avenge their deaths violently, beating one of the assailants to death and emasculating the other by tying his genitals to their car and driving off. Cruelty is met with cruelty. The movie ends on a note that feels anything but triumphant, as the avengers promise to lie to the dead woman's female friend about her fate, so as to leave her as a happy memory.

I've watched far too many roughies than is probably healthy for one's sanity, but I do think this is a bit more ambitious than most. At the risk of boiling these things down to the demographic details of their creators, this is another one directed by someone other than a straight male that offers an interesting angle on the material. Maria Lease's Expensive Tastes lingers on the feelings of trauma after the assaults. Zebedy Colt's Terri's Revenge! adds an element of camp with Terri Hall's performance. Both those movies also afford their victims agency and allow them some catharsis in avenging wrongs. This does not offer such catharsis, placing the vengeance in the hands of characters not directly impacted, but an early exchange reveals an interest in the leniency afforded screen violence and punitive treatment of onscreen sex.

"Isn't it strange in movies you can show killing and people getting tortured and maimed. You can even show a baby getting murdered and that's not a crime. But if you show something beautiful like people making love, it's against the law. If we were in a movie and you showed what we did just now, some people would think it was disgusting." "Debbie, nothing so beautiful and so natural could be disgusting." "Did you know a few years ago you couldn't even show a belly button in an advertisement? It's like people are ashamed of being born or something." "That's reality, Debbie. I mean, people screw every day. Or should, I mean, you know. That's reality. This violence and murder and blood and all that other shit, that's, uh…" "It just doesn't seem right to me."

So perhaps this is movie's way of dealing with this hypocrisy on a structural level. So it's more ambitious in its grimy way than the other two movies I've seen by Perry, although if I had to rewatch one of these, I'd most likely go for Ballgame and hang out with my good friends Candida Royalle and Lisa De Leeuw rather than sit through the cruelty of the other two movies again. File this one under the "watch at your own risk" category, although its ambition does keep this from being too dispiriting an experience.

#film #movie review #teenage sex kitten #ann perry #put on your raincoats

[everygame]

A Christmas Adventure (Apple II) Developed/Published by: Chartscan Data, Inc. Released: 12/1983 Completed: 11/12/2023 Completion: Couldn’t get Rudolph to drink his bloody milk.

Well, it’s been two years since I thought I’d “have a look at the earliest Christmas games” and I managed to play… one of them. And then last year I was sick for most of December so I didn’t really play anything other than tapping miserably at Marvel Snap. But I’m back, baby!

First up, I owe almost all understanding of this game to Joe Pranevich over at The Adventurer’s Guild who has written an insanely detailed post on it which I highly recommend reading, but I’ll summarise some of the findings here.

A Christmas Adventure is generally considered online to be the second Christmas-themed video game ever released commercially, following the somewhat bizarre Santa’s Sleigh Ride, but I’ve since discovered that there’s several ZX Spectrum games with a 1983 date (including one, potentially lost media, called A Christmas Adventure as well???) so there’s probably more out there for like… the Dragon 32 and shit. But let’s talk about this one anyway. What makes it more interesting than just potentially being the second Christmas-themed video game ever is that it isn’t just, as you might expect, a Christmas cash-in, but an attempt by a French Canadian fellow named Frank Winstan to make video games that acted as greeting cards. Mind how for a while personalised children’s books were all the rage, and you got this crappy book where a jpeg of your child’s face was awkwardly stuck on the main character? Like that basically, with the idea that they’d start with this Christmas “card” and then do… well probably Easter, and then branch out to like… “Happy 43rd Birthday: the adventure” or “Sorry Your Grandma is Dead: the adventure” I guess!

Unfortunately (or not) due to time pressures they never quite managed to get the company off the ground, with this selling poorly its first Christmas, although Winstan would continue to work on it through 1986(!) updating and improving it. As far as I know, I’m playing a version from the same era ion Pranevich did, which seems to be a later version than the one you can watch on Youtube.

Anyway. A Christmas Adventure is an early graphical text adventure; originally released in 1983, it would be contemporary with the very end of Sierra’s Hi-Res Adventure line before they’d go on to make the more sophisticated King’s Quest, and surprisingly, very few other examples, making this… sorta cutting edge?

What does feel cutting edge actually is the opening cinematic, which you have to flip the disk to see, which includes an animation where you fly to Santa’s Ice Palace. Sierra’s Hi-Res Adventures have insanely terrible art (well, apart from Dark Crystal I’d say, which has a near stained-glass window approach) so getting something that generally looks like it’s had a bit of effort put in is rather nice.

Telling that classic story, “Santa’s been kidnapped and only YOU can save him” after the intro you’re dropped in his house and have to wander about picking things up and using them to save him. I very quickly hit the issue that has stopped me bothering to play any of Sierra’s early output: the parser is terrible. Doing literally anything is a nightmare, and I will fully admit I had to use Pranevich’s article to walk me through the game, and he had to hex edit it just to understand how to solve it!

It’s confusing, because this is a commercial concept based on greetings cards. Now, I imagine nowadays you can probably get “escape room” greeting cards where you have to like, solve a fucking cypher or whatever to see something that says “We’re getting divorced” (and if there isn’t, I should get on that) but in general, if you’re giving someone a gift like that you want them to… enjoy it? I really assumed that this would be very simple. You know, for kids. I mean you’re saving SANTA. Not Santana (ft. Rob Thomas) which would of course be for cool adults only.

I suppose I’ve said it before, but maybe people in 1983 were made of sterner stuff; less likely to give up. I guess some puzzles in this are easy, like dressing up like Santa to fool his safe, or the disk that tells you the password right on it (Santa’s Jewish???) But then like… there’s a time machine. And there’s just so much wrestling with the parser to get anything done. Typing “HELP” gives you a list of words that the parser understands which is, 100%, a lie, because almost all the words don’t work.

Ultimately, it’s the reason I couldn’t finish this. In his article, Pranevich was able to feed Rudolph, but despite having stuck the “was’bask+mlk” in the fireplace I could not feed him. I went through every possible thing I could imagine, really tried to get Martin Luther King out of that was’bask, but I’m starting to believe the archive.org version of this is just bugged. It is what it is, and I watched the ending on youtube (and for good measure used the HELP to see the message as well.)

Feels a bit harsh to say this isn’t good despite the fact it it is, er… not good, just because it’s an interesting attempt at something that just seems to have come at the wrong time and with some rather wrong-headed ideas about how challenging it has to be. Also: it didn’t make me feel christmassy at all!

Will I ever play it again? I have a save. If anyone can tell me what to type to get Rudolph to eat I’m making that bastard eat.

Final Thought: It’s worth noting that you can really feel the developers–at least Frank Winstan?--cared about this project because it’s full of little touches. I love that Santa has a poster of Bob and Doug McKenzie’s backdrop up (as Canadian a reference as you’re going to get) and there’s non-sequiturs like Pac-Man showing up for a hot minute.

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#video games #gaming #games #txt #text #review #christmas #a christmas adventure #1983 #apple ii

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

Hey Gaud which 5 history figures would you like to hunt down?

THANK you. 

christopher colombus, mao zedong, stalin, hitler, leopold ii, hideki tojo, hirohito, kim il sung, ronald reagan, nixon, both george bushes, andrew jackson, obviously trump, and preferably i would assassinate them as young adults but i’m genuinely not picky 

#hitler tw #politics tw #murder tw #ask to tag #i would totally murder baby hitler #it's not IDEAL but i would do it #i would be delighted to remove them from the timeline at any age #although if they were babies i would probably just kidnap them and put them in a responsible foster home situation #anyway i accidentally allowed my mind to wander down this tangent for 30 seconds #and what my goddamn brain came up with was basically a version of foster's home imaginary friends #but it's an orphanage for history's monsters who were removed from the timestream as babies in order to be rehabilitated #like an even more messed up version of clone high i guess #an orphanage for history's dictators with me as a caring foster parent i hate my fucking brain #oh!!! also basically every member of 15th/16th century european royalty #and then all the heads of the noble families just to be safe #destroy feudalism from the top up. cut off colonialism before it manifests #i would hunt them with a crossbow #make a long weekend of it. bring some friends for a picnic and hunting party. we'd have a pack of wild dogs

[reidsaurora]

"It's Always Been You" ~ D. Morgan

Summary: When Agent Y/N Y/L/N gets injured on the job, Derek Morgan is the one to take care of her afterward. However, neither of them expected that him simply cleaning her wounds would turn into a love confession.

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Fem!BAU!Reader

Word Count: 1,289

Content Warning: mild swearing, mentions of various weapons, mentions of injuries

Genre: Angst to Fluff, Colleagues to Lovers

Extra Notes: Y/L/N = your last name

Based On: Criminal Minds, S2 E21 "Open Season"

Originally Written: 01/11/2022

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"Wait a second…" Derek said, stopping Gideon, Prentiss, and Ranger Evans in their tracks. "Where's Y/L/N?"

The four of them took a quick look around. The young agent was nowhere to be seen.

"Dammit," Gideon mumbled.

The four of them raced off through the woods in an attempt to find Agent Y/L/N. Every few seconds, they'd shout her name, but were never met with any response.

Meanwhile, Y/N found herself hiding in a bush from one of the unsubs. She wasn't sure how, but in the process of quietly kidnapping her (and scratching her up quite a bit in the process), he'd taken her gun too. She attempted to calm herself down by quietly practicing some breathing exercises, but it was no use. She was having a panic attack and knew that sooner or later, the unsub would most likely kill her.

"Y/N!" she heard Derek shout in the distance. Y/N wanted so badly to call out to Derek, but she knew the second she made any noise, she was as good as dead.

"Y/N!" Derek called again.

As Derek got closer to Y/N's hiding spot, she could see him through the branches. However, she could also see the unsub, despite him being unable to see her.

Suddenly, Derek felt something hit his vest. He looked down and was met with the sight of an arrow. "Too bad, bastard! I've got a vest! You're gonna have to try harder than that!"

It was then that Y/N realized the unsub had spotted her. He began to walk closer to her, drawing his bow. What the unsub didn't realize, however, was that Derek now had a clear view of him.

"Paul Mulford! FBI, put the weapon down!" Derek commanded.

Paul shot off an arrow at Y/N, which somehow managed to nick her cheek, and not fatally injure her as she believed it would when she first saw him release the arrow. "Good dodging skills," Y/N mentally complimented herself.

As soon as Derek realized Paul was shooting his bow, he immediately fired his gun at Paul. Derek hated when he had to shoot unsubs, but he was left with no choice. Although, to be fair, considering it was Agent Y/L/N in danger, he didn't really feel all that remorseful for it.

"Come on, let's get you outta here, girl," Derek whispered as he helped Y/N out of the bush.

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As Derek attempted to clean Y/N's wounds, she stayed silent. She wondered silently if anything had happened between Derek and the park ranger while she was gone. Earlier in the day, Y/N had found herself thinking, "I wish he'd look at me the way he looks at every other woman."

"Baby girl, you can't be scaring me like that no more," he chuckled quietly as he dabbed the wet washcloth along his coworker's cheek.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, still shaken up from earlier events.

"I only meant it as a joke, Y/N. You know that, right?"

She silently nodded in response, still having avoided eye contact with him.

Derek could tell there was something else on the young agent's mind, so he inquired, "Something on your mind, doll?"

Point blankly, she asked, "Would you have handled this differently if I had been anybody else?"

"Yeah, I probably wouldn't be cleaning your face up if you were anyone else. That's just how much I love you," he joked.

"How would you have handled this if I were Lizzie?" Y/N questioned.

"I think the ranger could do a fine job at cleaning herself up."

"That's BS and you know it, Derek. Not five minutes before I went missing, you were flirting with her."

"I was not," Derek defended himself. He paused for a moment, having figured out why Y/N was suddenly acting like this. "Wait a second. Baby girl, are you jealous?"

"I'm not jealous," she argued.

"You seem jealous," he teased.

"I'm not jealous, OK?! I just… I'm tired of pretending I don't have a problem with you flirting with all the female cops we work with. Or, hell, any of the women we come in contact with, for that matter."

Derek pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. He gently lifted her chin with one of his fingers, forcing her to finally make eye contact with him. "You don't have anything to worry about. I don't wanna be with Evans."

"What about the next one that comes along? Or the one after that?" Y/N examined, knowing her coworker like the back of her hand. She hadn't even realized she'd let a few tears slip out as she spoke.

"Why are you so upset, Mama?" he asked, wiping her cheek with his thumb.

"Because I know you, Derek. I know I'm not the only girl with needs you've taken care of," Y/N replied, her voice laced with jealousy.

"You could be."

"What?" Y/N replied, taken aback by his statement. "What the hell's that supposed to mean?"

"You'll see when you get better," he said with a soft smirk.

"Derek, you lost me."

"Baby girl," Derek paused to kiss Y/N's forehead, "It's always been you."

"Excuse me?"

Derek held her cheeks delicately. "I'm in love with you, Y/N. No one else."

"Are you serious?" Y/N asked. To be honest, she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"It's always been you. It sounds stupid, I know, but I always flirt with other women to distract me from you, the woman I'm really in love with."

Y/N gave him a soft smile, resting her head against his hand. "Are you for real?"

"For real," he answered. "When you get better, you wanna go out? As more than coworkers, of course."

Y/N nodded, the smile from before still not having left her face.

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[ a few days later ]

It had been a couple days and Derek had officially taken Y/N on their first date. He'd gone all out by buying her flowers and taking her to a nice restaurant in Washington DC.

Derek had driven Y/N back to her apartment, her hand sitting in his free hand for the whole half hour drive. Their car ride was mostly silent, but it was a comfortable silence. "I could get used to this," Y/N thought to herself.

Derek got out of the car first before heading around to Y/N's side and opening the door for her. She had never seen him be this courteous and gentlemanly before.

"I had a great time tonight," she said as Derek walked her to the door.

"I did too, sweet girl," he smiled, kissing her on the cheek. Y/N couldn't lie, she wished he'd kissed her on the lips instead.

Y/N unlocked her apartment, though Derek made sure he was the first to walk in, just in case there were any predators or robbers hiding in her apartment.

After a quick look around her apartment, he finally made his way over to the front door. Though neither admitted it, they were both sure they never wanted this night to end.

"Well, I guess I should get headed home," he said. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow," Y/N smiled back.

Before Derek could fully walk away, Y/N found herself grabbing his arm. She wanted to kiss him, but she didn't have the confidence, because what if he wasn't ready? Derek leaned down, his lips hovering less than an inch away from hers. After a second, their lips finally connected, gently brushing together. Her arms moved to his neck and his hands moved to her waist, sitting there delicately.

As Derek pulled away, he smirked, "See you tomorrow… as your boyfriend, right?"

Looking away to hide her blush, she replied, "Only if I get to be your girlfriend."

"I think I can make that work," he chuckled.

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Milk, Honey, and Sugar

Yandere Eren J. x Reader

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Word Count: 3.6k

Content: Yandere Content, Kidnapping, Frat Part, slight domestic fluff(?)

Content Warnings: Kidnapping, drugging (a sedative), poorly written frat party, possessive behavior, intoxication, obsessive behavior

Summary: The end of school is here, so there’s an early summer party being thrown—A perfect opportunity for Eren to follow through with his plan.

I've never been to a frat party and will likely never go to one so if I wrote it poorly, thats why lol

Chapter 3: Early Summer Party

Finally. Classes were over for the summer. Which meant that it was almost time for Eren’s plan to be put into action.

It was Friday, and also the first day of summer break. Not only that, but it was the day before one of the big end-of-the-year parties that a few of the college fraternities would throw. Usually, he’d stay home from those parties, always preferring ones that were a small group of his friends rather than an overcrowded frat party. This time was an exception. Not just because he needed it to go through with his plan, but because he liked to attend the end-of-the-school-year party every year with the rest of his friend group. It was kind of like a special treat for him; a night to just let loose—or a night to make sure you don’t.

This party would be the best by far though, for obvious reasons. You would finally be coming home where you belonged—in his arms. Finally.

Right now, he had to finish setting everything up to make sure it would be perfect for when you arrived. He already set up all the baby-proofing and the locks, so all that was left for now was to make sure the basement would be comfortable enough for you.

He had placed both a portable heater and ac unit on the shelf next to your bed, although they were locked in a cheap metal dog cage—just to make sure that you wouldn’t be able to hurt yourself accidentally. He locked the storage/boiler room next, contemplating whether or not to lock the bathroom before deciding against it—you were smart enough to not get hurt in the bathroom. You couldn’t slip and fall, either—not with the memory foam bathroom mats that managed to tape down to the bathroom floor. Finally, he went through the main room in the basement to make sure it was all clean. When he confirmed it, he finished his mental to-do off by making the bed and placing the ankle monitor on the pillow—all ready for when you would come home.

Despite the difficulty he had falling asleep that night due to his excitement, he finally passed out

and slept like a baby. And by the time he woke up the next day, it was already past noon—and only a couple of hours away from the party. He spent the remaining time he had double checking everything and getting ready, grabbing what he needed to make sure you slept through the move, and making sure he looked decent enough for the party—in other words, changing into a pair of grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt and stuffing the things he needed into his pocket.

The party came quickly, and he had to rush through traffic to make sure he met you there. You arrived not even 5 minutes after he had, stepping out of the car that was driven by Hitch. The outfit you were wearing was simple—an oversized hoodie and jeans—but seeing you wearing it still made his heart beat out of his chest. 

He caught your attention with a wave and greeted you with a tight hug, one that lasted longer than it probably should have. When you finally pried yourself out of his arms, he greeted the rest of your carpool. Historia and Ymir gave Eren a quick hello before running inside to join the party, Hitch and Annie joining them soon after. 

You and Eren stood by yourselves, only for a few seconds before you finally decided to join the party. As you stepped in, Eren moved his hand around your waist, pulling you close to him so you wouldn’t get lost as you entered the crowd. The music was loud, and the room was hot. You managed to maneuver your way through the assemblage of already drunk college students to get to the alcohol, taking a plastic red cup and filling it with jungle juice.

You offered to grab Eren some, but he refused. It was confusing to you, considering he usually drank at parties, but you didn’t press on it further. If only you knew the real reason he wasn’t drinking tonight was so that he would be sober enough to fend off any creeps that may approach you, but also so he would be sober enough to take you home early,  just like he planned. 

The two of you found yourselves pressed together against the back wall of a room, watching two strangers play beer pong against each other. There wasn’t much else to do at these parties, other than watch people acting drunk and stupid. You’d like to dance, or play games with strangers, or talk to people—do things that people normally do at parties—but you learned the hard way that Eren doesn’t like it when you do those things. The last time you even tried to simply talk to a stranger, Eren had pulled you away and dragged you outside to lecture you about the dangers of letting your guard down at a frat party. 

So now, you were stuck with him, clinging to his side at every event and party. You didn’t mind that much though, it’d helped you out of some awkward positions before. You just wished he’d let HIS guard down and let you make friends more easily:

You took a sip out of your cup, looking down to confirm that you had drunk it all. You looked to Eren and said, “I’m gonna go refill my cup,” before bolting away through the crowd, making sure he couldn't just follow after you. You wanted to meet someone this time, and befriend them like you were supposed to do in college, and you’d be damned if you let Eren stop you from making one this time.

You made your way back to the dispenser that held the jungle juice and refilled your cup, deciding to stay in the kitchen after to possibly meet someone who was just coming to get their first or second drink—and not completely wasted already. You leaned on the island counter, taking slow sips from your cup while you looked around for anyone who looked interesting and sober enough to talk to.

A tall blonde man with stubble walked over, leaning on the island counter that was adjacent to the one you were leaning against. He had a cup in his hand, filled with the same stuff you were drinking. 

“Hey.” His voice was low and raspy, and his cologne was unbearably strong.

“Hi.” You looked at him, craning your head up to meet his eyes. Shit, this dude was tall.

“I’ve seen you at a few of these parties before, usually with a green-eyed dude with a man-bun. Where’s he at? Did you two break up or something?”

Your cheeks grew hot and you quickly shook your head, “No! No, it’s not like that… I'm just refilling my drink and looking for someone to talk to before I head back to him.”

He chuckled a little, saying “Alright then,” before he sniffed his drink, took a swig from his cup, and continued,  “My name’s Miche, by the way. Yours?” 

“Oh! My name is—“

“There you are! You can’t just run off like that in the middle of a party like this!” Eren had cut you off, walking up behind you and leaning over you in the same way you leaned over the counter, pressing his chest to your back. His chin rested on top of your head while he glared daggers into Miche, his arms wrapping around you. 

You sighed knowing that all of your efforts were for naught. “Sorry, Ren.” You apologized, giving Miche a regretful look after for whatever Eren might do next. 

Miche just smiled and said, “Oh, hello there. We were just talking about you.” 

“Oh, really? Well, what were you saying about me, hm?” Eren continued to glare at him, obviously upset. 

“We were just talking about how I always see them,” he gestured to you with his cup, “at parties with you, and since you weren't with ‘em this time I was asking where you went.”

You could feel Eren relax a little, the tight hold he had on you loosening. All he said in reply was “Ah.”

Miche nodded, “Well, since you two lovebirds are reunited, I'll go find my partner too.” He didn’t give you time to reply before he had already disappeared into the crowd, leaving you to pout with disappointment. 

“Eren, what the hell! I was trying to make friends with someone!” You turned your head to look back at him. 

“I told you about the kinds of guys that are at these parties! You can't trust anyone, even if they look nice! I'm just trying to look out for you.” 

“Well, I’m an adult that can look after theirself just fine. And I was trying to make a friend, Eren! Is that really that bad?” 

Eren nodded, now resting his head on your shoulder. You rolled your eyes, standing all the way up and turning around to pry him off of you. He stood there awkwardly, just staring down at you.

You sighed and then spoke again, “Please, just let me take care of myself tonight.” 

Before Eren could respond, you had already taken off and disappeared into the crowd again. He grumbled something to himself before going after you again, for the second time that night. 

You must have been trying harder to evade him this time because almost 30 minutes later, he was still pushing his way through the noisy horde. It felt like he was going in circles, and his anxiety was increasing by the minute. 

Now, he stood against the wall, arms crossed as he continued to scan the sea of people. At least 7 different girls and guys had come up to him—despite the anger evident on his face—and tried to strike conversations with him, all of which he rejected in search of you. That's all he could focus on right now, you.

You weren't in the crowd anymore, though. And he found that out after wandering down a less crowded hallway and finding you on the floor and leaned up against a door, eyes barely open while you fought to stay awake. You were drunk, and you hadn't even realized how many cups of the fruity alcohol you consumed before it was too late, so here you were. After half an hour and almost 4 more overfilled cups of jungle juice, you were beat. 

Relief washed over him when we saw you, and he rushed to check over you for any signs of you being hurt. Thank god you weren’t—and thank god that all you had done was dance horribly in the crowd of people before wandering down the hallway. 

He picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and putting his arms underneath your butt. You put your head on his shoulder, relaxing when you inhaled his familiar and comforting scent. 

He walked out of the house and to his car, opening the door, placing you in the passenger seat, and buckling you in. He shut the door, getting in on the other side and turning the car on. Instead of driving yet, he turned to you and smiled. You were half asleep, your head falling to the side. To him, you were the cutest thing he’d ever seen. Even if you were drunk.

He pulled out of the parking spot and left the lot, driving back to your apartment building. As much as he wanted to take you home now, he couldn’t. He had to make sure you were properly taken care of first so that you wouldn’t get a horrible case of alcohol poisoning.

At your apartment, he leaned over to your side in the car and reached behind you to pull your phone and house keys out of your right pocket. He shut the car off and got out, walking to your side to unbuckle and pick you up again, this time carrying you bridal style. 

After hearing the honk of his car to confirm it was locked, he made his way to your front door. He unlocked it and walked inside, taking his shoes off and making his way across the living room and to your bedroom down the hallway. He laid you on your bed and sat on the edge of it beside you, taking his phone out and quickly texting your roommates that he took you home. He put your phone and keys down on your nightstand and stood up again, turning to you to make sure you were still laying on your side. 

After giving you a quick kiss on the head, he left your room to grab you a glass of water. On the way back to your room, he stopped at your bathroom to get some aspirin and then continued.

He sat next to you on the bed again, placing the glass of water and aspirin next to your phone and keys. You groaned when he slid his hand under you and lifted you up so you were sitting. He grabbed the glass again and pressed it against your lips, helping you drink water. You were exhausted at this point and just wanted to sleep. 

When he finally lowered your head back to your pillow, you fell asleep almost instantly. He placed the glass back down on the nightstand and moved over you, laying behind you. Changing could wait, he was tired too. He threw his arm over you and held you close with his face buried in your hair, his face starting to heat up with the realization that he was actually spooning you. Usually, you wouldn’t let him get this close, but you were asleep right now, so he could hold you as close as he wanted to.

And soon he’d be able to as closely as he wanted, whenever he wanted.

The next morning, you woke up with a pounding headache and stiff limbs. You sat up, groaning and looking around the room. You looked at your bedside table, picking up the glass of water and aspirin that was left there.

After you took the two small tablets and drank the rest of the water that was in the cup, you stretched your arms up and got out of bed. Still tired, you stumbled across your room and into the hallway. You could smell someone—Eren—cooking pancakes. 

You didn’t remember a lot from last night, mostly from being in and out of sleep and not from the alcohol, but you did remember Eren taking you home. 

Eren was in the kitchen—currently cooking his 4th pancake. He kept all of the ingredients neat and organized on the countertop; something he only does when he’s cooking for you. Otherwise, in his own kitchen, it’s a mess.

You approached him, tapping his back. He flinched out of surprise and turned his head to look at you without moving his body and greeted you, “Morning.”

“Morning,” you replied, eyeing the stack of finished and fluffy-looking pancakes sitting next to the stove. 

“Those are for you.” He said while turning back to the pancake that he was currently making.

You thanked him and took the plate, walking to the small square table against the wall of the kitchen and setting it down again.

“Did you take the aspirin I left by the bed?” 

“Mhm. Thank you for that.” You stared down at the pancakes, feeling guilt well in your chest. You tried to push Eren away, while he had been nothing but nice to you. A little overbearing at times, ya, but he was just trying to look out for you, right? You’ve both heard how frat parties can be. He was probably just worried.

By the time you were pulled out of your thoughts, Eren had finished his pancakes and was sitting across from you. You looked up at him and took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, Eren.” You looked down, only now noticing that you were wearing the same clothes that you were yesterday. 

“For what?” He was mid-bite and stopped to talk with his fork halfway in his mouth.

“I shouldn’t have run off and gotten as shit-faced as I did. It was stupid… You’ve been more than nice to me and I was an ass about it.”

“It’s ok, really. I don’t mind.” He went back to eating.

“Are you sure?”

The only reply you got was a nod, and then the conversation was over. 

You ate your pancakes quickly, wanting to take a shower and get out of your dirty clothes asap. You felt grimy, especially after not showering or cleaning yourself after the party. 

“I’m gonna shower, you can after me.” You told him while you got out of your seat and set your plate in the sink to clean later. Eren gave you a thumbs up while you walked past him and out of the kitchen. You grabbed a clean t-shirt and shorts from your room, along with new underwear. In the bathroom, you set your phone down on the sink counter and put your pile of fresh clothes on top of it. 

The dirty clothes on your body came off next, your entire outfit being bunched up into a ball and thrown in the laundry basket before you turned the shower on. Steam filled the room while the water warmed, and you finally stepped in. After washing yourself and spending several minutes soaking up all of the hot water, you turned the shower off and stepped out onto the memory foam bath mat, grabbing your towel last and wrapping it around yourself.

After you were mostly dry and had clothes on, you brushed your teeth and finally picked up your phone. You had one text from Hitch, saying that she, Historia, Ymir, and Annie were going to hang out for a while longer. In return, you sent a thumbs-up emoji, set your phone down, and went back to getting ready.

When you left the bathroom, Eren was on the couch on his phone. You walked over, tapping his shoulder and informing him that the bathroom was now open. You swapped spots with him, sitting on the couch on your phone just like he was while you waited. His shower was quick, and he came out with wet hair and in the same outfit he had been wearing. He walked over and sat next to you, his arm resting behind your head on the couch. 

“Everyone is still going to be gone for a while. You wanna stay and watch a movie with me?” You asked him while continuing to scroll through your phone. 

He nodded and smiled at you, “Sure. Can I get the popcorn and drinks?” 

He didn’t wait for your answer, already getting off of the couch. You got up after him to grab a movie from the shelf that you and your roommates kept all of your movies on, skimming through the titles and grabbing your favorite. 

In the kitchen, Eren put a bag of popcorn into the microwave while he made himself a cup of tea. More specifically, a cup of milk tea with honey and sugar in it. He made a second cup for you, but this time he added something extra to it.

A sedative.

The microwave beeped as he was getting out a bowl, telling him that his movie snack was done. He grabbed the bag out and ripped it, letting the steamy and buttery popcorn spill into the bowl. 

With the tea and popcorn done, he wrapped his arm around the bowl, held the tea with both of his hands, and walked back to the living room. He was careful while setting down the cups of tea, keeping track of which one had the sedative.

The popcorn bowl was placed in between you and him, you muttering a soft “thanks,” and the movie started. Eren anxiously chomped away at his popcorn, his focus on the movie fading more with each sip you took from your cup. He was hesitant to drink his own out of paranoia that he’d mixed them up.

But not even halfway through the movie, you began to lean on him. His plan's success became more evident when you were snoring softly on his shoulder, your entire body limp against his.

Finally.

His emotions turned to excitement when he noticed you, asleep on him. It worked, his plan had worked. And now, all he needed to do was bring you home.

Carefully, he moved the popcorn bowl onto the coffee table, next to the tea, and slowly got up, lowering you down at the same time as he did. He rushed into your room and pulled out the duffle bag that had been stored away before, unzipping it and frantically beginning to put your things inside. He stuffed as much of your clothes into it as he could only leaving room for the things he knew you valued and would want to have with you.

After everything was packed, he hauled the bag out to his car and threw it into the back seats, running back inside for the last thing he needed.

You.

He picked you up, carrying you bridal style out of the door, and shutting it as quietly as he could. Your keys and phone were left in the house; you wouldn’t be needing them anymore. You were placed into the passenger seat and buckled in, your head leaning against the car window when the door was closed.

Eren got in the driver’s seat and looked at you, and then to your apartment. He was fighting back the urge to bounce in his seat like a kid.

You were finally coming home.

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𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚! 𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, justifying, encouraging, nor promoting mafia behavior or lifestyle. This is all a work of fiction and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

Warnings: Suggestive themes but nothing too explicit, scenes containing violence and kidnappings.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Hongjoong could already sense that something was off the moment he noticed the door wasn't locked and even more worrying was the fact it was slightly ajar. Quickly taking out his gun just in case, he kicked open the door and widened his eyes as it appeared like some struggle took place. Chairs were turnt over, busted picture frames and glass scattered across the floor, and even more terrifying, droplets of blood were seen.

"Y/N!" He quickly remembered about his spouse.

Running into the bedroom, it was in an even bigger disarray than the living room. On the bed, there was a note folded for him to read. Carefully opening it with trembling hands, his eyes took in each letter. Furiously, he crumbled up the paper and quickly dialed his most trusted friend.

"Get the squad ready."

Although you expected that sooner or later you'd be targeted just for the fact you were married to Hongjoong, nothing could have prepared you for it. After all, Hongjoong didn't seem to care much about you, treating your marriage strictly like a business deal and hardly interacting with you. It wouldn't have surprised you if he didn't even care enough to show up and save you.

But you were wrong when he broke in himself and got you safely out of there, despite having suffered quite a few injuries that had you worrying.

"Stop fretting over it, it's just a scratch." He told you when you tried to wipe the blood trickling down the side of his head wound.

"I'm sorry......you're hurt because I-"

"No one is to blame here but me. I chose to go after you and rescue you because I wanted to. If anything, I should be apologizing for getting you in this situation in the first place."

Sighing softly, you tugged at the dirtied sleeves of your shirt.

"It's not like it's really your fault. We were thrown together and naturally they thought they could get the upper hand if they captured me. And to be honest.....you didn't have to save me. I know you don't care about-"

With a loud gasp, you shut up when Hongjoong unexpectedly sat up and kissed you. You were stunned to react and even more shocked by his next words.

"I always cared. And that's precisely why you were kidnapped. From the start, I acted as if I didn't care about you to protect you. They would have never taken you if they thought that I had no regards for you whatsoever. However, I obviously couldn't hide my feelings that well, given the taunting letter they left me. As soon as I read it, I knew I had to get you back to me as soon as possible."

Kissing the top of your forehead, Hongjoong smiled at you for the first time in your marriage life.

"And I'm happy to take you back to our home, where you rightfully belong."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Putting the finishing touches on your makeup and fixing your hair, you beamed with joy at your reflection in the mirror. You felt truly beautiful and walked out into the living room, where your handsome husband was currently on his phone, no doubt talking about some business things with Hongjoong. He seemed to always be busy, never having any time for anything else.

Including you, which somewhat hurt you.

"I'm ready." You told him, shyly tucking some of your hair behind your ear as you hoped he'd like the dress you were wearing, choosing a blue color since you knew it was his favorite.

"Ok. Go wait out in the limousine, I'll be there shortly."

Barely even giving you a glance, he dialed Hongjoong up and continued to further discuss some matters. Sighing softly, you walked rather disappointed out to the car, slamming the door behind you. When Seonghwa joined you a few minutes later, you didn't even care to hide your anger and frustration at him. You still had a scowling look on your face when you arrived at the party, not bothering this time to stick by Seonghwa's side like you usually did other times, playing the role of a perfect and loving wife. And Seonghwa neither noticed nor cared about it. In fact, he never really hid how little your marriage seemed to matter to him. Perhaps he treated it as any other business he owned.

"Such a pity to see such a beautiful lady look so down during such a lovely evening."

Recognizing the voice as Minho, a friend of Seonghwa, you forced a small smile.

"Not really much to be happy about really." You merely stated.

"Is your oh so loving hubby being the usual prince charming he is?" He rolled his eyes, knowing full well just like everyone else how he really treated you.

"What difference does it make? He'll never even look at me."

Unable to let the opportunity go to waste, even if it was his friend, Minho gently caressed your cheek.

"You know....... maybe you should stop trying so hard for a jerk like him....and maybe open your eyes to someone who actually knows you exist."

You were frozen when he leaned in to kiss you, then gasped loudly when none other than Seonghwa pushed him off you, sending Minho crashing onto one of the tables behind him.

"She is my wife! And the next time you touch her, I will cut your hand off!" He warned him.

You didn't even have time to process what was happening as Seonghwa dragged you outside, his grip on your wrist tight and fierce. When you reached the car, you were going to ask him what was going on but you had no time as he pressed you against the car and began to kiss you fervently and hungrily. You were left speechless and breathless, with your legs getting weak as he let out low snarls in between his kisses on your neck.

"Mine.......you're all mine."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Both Yunho and you were beyond nervous at this point, hell you actually felt somewhat terrified. You knew exactly what his parents wanted when they organized this 'family vacation'. This wasn't a getaway to spend time together and they made it obviously clear at dinner when you came back from the bathroom and overheard him arguing with his parents.

"You know I can't ask her to do that!" Yunho adamantly said.

"You've been married for over a year Yunho. It's time and you know it." His mother insisted.

"I will not impregnate her. Have you ever considered her feelings? Maybe she doesn't want kids. Maybe I don't want kids, have you ever thought of that?" He asked them, voice getting more agitated.

"It's both of your duties to produce heirs to keep control and stability in the organization. Your life is at risk on a daily basis. If you die with no children it'll only cause chaos and disruption." His father reminded him.

That was the one thing you dreaded facing since the day you said "I do", having to be forced to become nothing more than a baby maker. Yunho knew from the beginning how uncomfortable you were during your first night together, that's why he ended up sleeping in another room, as he had done every day afterwards, not wanting you to freak out and giving you your space.

But now you both stared at the single king sized bed in your hotel room, reality staring you in the face. Neither of you said a word as you took turns changing and getting ready to go to sleep in the bathroom, Yunho letting you go first. As you crept into the bed, your hands tightly held onto the blanket, your eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, unaware of anything until you felt the bed shift next to you. You inhaled sharply when you felt Yunho's fingers caress your hair.

"Y/N-"

"Just get it over with will you?! Just knock me up and make your parents happy. I don't care anymore."

Although you tried to sound strong, the tremble in your voice gave you away. You could feel tears starting to well up in your eyes. When Yunho moved to hover above you, you instantly shut your eyes, tears lightly spilling out. You could feel his breath ghost over your lips and then suddenly they moved as he planted the gentlest of kiss on your forehead.

"Good night my dear. I promise I won't take up too much space."

Confused you open your eyes and watched as Yunho turned on his side, facing away from you as he scooted to give you as much room as he possibly could.

"I don't...I don't understand why..." You didn't even know what you were asking at this point.

"I'm not going to be that asshole that will make you do something you're not prepared for. I respect, value and admire you too much to make you go through that. I'll just wait until you're ready."

You weren't going to deny that your heart fluttered at his words.

"But your parents-"

"They can suck it. I've lived this long, I think I'll be fine. They can wait like I'm willing to wait. The only downside is putting up with their bullshit and nagging for disobeying them...."

You could tell he was falling asleep by the way his voice started to mumble and lower in tone, and his tiny yawn made it more obvious. You were prepared for his cute tiny rambling but you didn't expect what he said next.

"But that's what I get for falling in love with you..."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang stared out the spacious window of his office, the glittering city lights looking as splendid as they did every night, bustling with sounds of the inhabitants coming out to party and overall enjoy life. They seemed to be mocking him, mocking him for being happy while he felt miserable and empty inside.

It had been hours since you had already left, your plane had probably already landed back to your hometown and you were now ready to settle into your new life....away from him. He couldn't stop replaying the argument you had just a day ago:

"Can't you at least pretend to care?" You spat out, dropping your fork against the plate of food in front of you.

"If you know what I'm like, why even ask?" Was his only reply.

"Yes I know what you're like! You're cold, stoic, soulless and have no regards for anyone's feelings but your own! Being married to you all these years, I know you better than anyone! But I'm sick of it. I'm sick of you not caring enough to even try." She could feel her voice starting to crack.

Letting out a deep sigh, Yeosang pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"From the beginning, you knew what you were getting in to. We didn't get married because we were a couple of lovestruck fools wanting to vow our lives to each other. Our parents arranged it and we had no choice. If you were stupid enough to catch feelings well then..."

Finally lifting his gaze to look at you, his eyes were unwavering as he coldly declared:

"That's not my fault. And you can't expect me to reciprocate your feelings when I don't even have any to begin with."

Not taking anymore, you began crying tears of heartbreak, anger, frustration and indignation all at the same time. Standing up, you firmly declared your intent of going back home, not willing to put up or stay with him anymore.

"Ok."

Not even a goodbye, a farewell or even another look at you. Those were his final words before you stormed out and made preparations to leave as soon as possible. Yeosang had spent the entire day pacing back and forth, unable to think or do anything except look at the clock almost every hour. He had been counting the seconds since your flight was scheduled to leave, that's how he knew you were home by then.

He cursed himself for being a coward. For not speaking up and telling you how much you actually meant to him, how scared he was of his feelings for you, and most of all, he hated himself for not running out to stop you. Now you were gone from his life forever........ unless....

"Get my plane ready."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San and you didn't even meet each other until you were both standing at the altar, families ready to join together two criminal organizations to grow their power even further. Both of you looked at each and instantly felt what the other was feeling: shock, denial, insecurity, but most of all, fear. Both of you were afraid of what was going to happen. Though he was trembling just as much as you, San made sure to reach for your hand, squeezing it in his own. With that small gesture, you knew and felt what he was silently saying:

"We're going to get through this together. Just trust me and believe in me. I'll take care of you. You're not alone in this and I'll be right there by your side."

You two got along fairly well, even if there was still awkwardness between the two of you. You were both also still shy around each other that you wouldn't talk unless it was necessary or because something caught one or the other's attention and wanted to share their thoughts out loud, which the other one would try to enthusiastically add on to converse more, but it always ended in awkward laughter.

Yeah. It was extremely awkward. But at least there was no hostility between you two and you guys did enjoy watching movies together at times, hardly speaking a word, but there was no silence at all. You could read each other's minds and feelings all the time. It was truly strange how in tune your thoughts seemed to be at times and scary too. Your mind began to recall times when strange things happened like the time you were craving a certain food and coincidentally, San came later with the exact same food because he got a feeling you wanted some. Or the time you were supposed to go visit extended family but in the end didn't get on the train and went straight home because you felt San needed you. He thought you were crazy, but later that night he was burning up with a fever and you spent your weekend nursing him back to health.

"What did this all mean?" You both thought to yourselves.

"A soulmate is someone that just gets you. It's a connection of minds, a mutual respect, an unconditional love and a total understanding. It's about being yourself and knowing, not only that person is following and understanding your thoughts, but is right there with you, side by side." The actress in the movie you were watching said.

Suddenly everything seemed to click. At the moment both of you felt like the answer to your questions were finally answered. Slowly you both turned and faced one another. Giving you a warm smile as he read your thoughts, San leaned in to cup your cheek with one hand, his thumb drawing circles around it. Brushing his lips against yours, he sighed blissfully as he looked in your eyes.

"My lovely soulmate..."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

When Mingi met you, he was sort of put off by how different you were from him.

"Hi! I'm Y/N, your soon to be wife but please don't think of me as that if you don't want to. Think of me as your friend. I just know we'll get along!"

You were actually squealing and wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug, almost bouncing up and down with joy while Mingi just stood there stiff as a pole, wondering what the hell made you be so happy and cheerful like that.

"Ok.....ok got it, you can let go now." He tried to squirm out of your embrace, but you merely tightened your grip on him causing him to let out a harsh "oof!" at your strength.

"For such a tiny person, you sure aren't weak." He pointed out.

Married life with you for Mingi was...... different to say the least. He was used to such a gloomy, dark and hostile environment that having a tiny bubble bursting with energy was unusual and not something he was accustomed to. You always greeted him with such enthusiasm and happiness, not to mention you were such a caring housewife, always feeding him and taking care of him. Sometimes Mingi questioned whether you've ever seen the harsh side of the mafia world. Judging by your love for life and others, he guessed no.

And his assumptions were correct when you both were at a party held by some of his other mafia friends. Taking advantage of the occasion, rival gangs infiltrated the building. Storming in, explosions went off in several places, and gun shots were being fired at all directions. Mingi quickly jumped up and tackled you onto the ground, covering your body from the bullets that were being poured out. Taking your hand, he told you to stay down as he safely guided you out of the hall. Once you guys were far away, he quickly sprung up, pulling you up with him as he began running towards the nearest exit, pulling out his hidden gun just in case. You were in shock, even more when you guys passed a couple of dead bodies in the hallway. Feeling sick, you don't even remember how Mingi managed to get you both out of there alive and in one piece before the entire place burst into flames. Staring at the raging fire, you felt like you couldn't breathe, desperately trying to gasp for air.

"Honey, look at me. Look at me ok? You're safe. You're all right and you're going to be all right. Nothing is going to happen to you ok?"

You nodded, trying to choke back tears and forcing a smile on your face, but ultimately failing. Seeing you break down, Mingi immediately pulled you into his arms, his fingers running through your hair as he felt his heart break. You were such a fragile, sensitive and extremely precious person to him. He couldn't bear to see his ray of sunshine and hope in his dark world break down in front of him. He knew had to protect you at all costs and take care of you.

"It's ok my darling angel. I won't let any harm come to you. I swear on my life I'll protect you."

Wiping your tears away, he kissed the top of your head and smiled warmly at you.

"Come on. I'll take you home and have one of those cuddling sessions you always enjoy having."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

You wanted to die, and that wasn't an understatement. You felt utterly humiliated at the fact your parents actually sold you into marriage to some mafia lord's son to pay off their debts. You didn't even have time to process anything, one day you were just bound and stuffed into the back of a car and soon found yourself inside a grand old mansion. You felt alone and scared, unsure of what was going to happen to you. And you were beyond trembling when you met your future husband, expecting some evil and sadistic man when in reality:

"Hi! I'm Jung Wooyoung, your soon to be husband and I can tell we're going to be really happy together!"

He greeted you with just a charismatic enthusiasm, eyes practically beaming when he first saw you.

"Hi, I'm L/N Y/N, the girl that's going to be caged to you for life......or death. Whichever comes first."

He laughed at that, coming closer and squeezed your cheeks.

"You're so cute, I'm already in love with you."

Love? You seriously thought he was insane. You certainly didn't fall in love with him at first sight. And even after months of being married to him, you still didn't felt love towards him, even though Wooyoung tried anything and everything to not only make life easier for you, but in hopes of getting you to reciprocate his feelings.

"Hey Y/N. Look! I got you a present! Open it. I know you'll love it."

You groaned at the thought of another expensive present being given to you. You felt bad that he went through all these troubles when they'd all end in vain. Peeling the ribbon off the huge box, you didn't even get to open the box since the Welsh Corgi inside jumped out and tackled you to the ground. You couldn't help but giggle when it began licking your face, its tail wagging out of joy.

"I knew you'd like him. Now he can keep you company so you won't be lonely while I'm gone."

Rolling your eyes, you couldn't let the opportunity pass to poke fun at him.

"Who said I was even going to miss you?" You chuckled, petting the dog's head.

"You never know." Wooyoung insisted.

Leaving you for 5 months, you couldn't believe you actually started to miss his obnoxiously loud presence. Sure your puppy kept you complaining and cuddled you, but it wasn't the same. You hated to admit it....

But you actually wanted Wooyoung to come back and smother you with what you always referred to as his annoying affection.

Opening the front door, Wooyoung called out that he was home. He smiled when he was greeted by his furry friend rather enthusiastically. But he was not expecting for you to run out and jump at him, your arms wrapping around his neck. Although he stumbled slightly, he made sure to catch you, your legs wrapping around his waist.

"Y/N are you-?"

He widened his eyes when you crashed your lips on his, kissing him as if your life depended on it. Once getting over the shock, he had a smug grin as he kissed you back.

"Told you you'd miss me."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 ��𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Jongho terrified you. From day one, you were intimidated by him. He always had a blank expression, hardly talked and he had a reputation for being brutally strong. Obviously you felt like you were walking on eggshells around him, afraid to piss him off. Anytime he called out to you or came near you, your body would jump.

"Y/N..."

Shrieking, you turned around when you felt his hand brush against your lower back. Tilting his head, he raised an eyebrow at your reaction.

"I needed something from the cabinet."

Without breaking eye contact, his hands gripped your waist as he slightly moved you to the side, fingers digging into your skin. After having gotten what he wanted, his thumb poked your nose as he winked at you.

"Thanks doll."

You swore he was teasing you. He'd purposefully use any occasion to show off his strength to you, his favorite being cutting up wood in the yard with an axe. You couldn't help but stare at his arms that were visible due to him wearing a sleeveless shirt. When he noticed you staring, he sent a smug smile your way which caused you to blush and you immediately retreated back inside the house.

There was also the time he accidentally walked in on you changing. There you were, standing in nothing but your lacy underwear set, for some reason not embarrased or hiding yourself as Jongho inhaled deeply as his eyes raked your body. Subtly biting his lips, he apologized before reluctantly leaving the room.

Both of you were frustrated by that point, tired of the light teasing. Jongho was the one who decided to put a stop to it one night he came home from a mission. He had been badly hurt and you, worrying about him, sat him down to tend to his wounds. It was a struggle since he had to remove his shirt and you were blushing violently, eyes always looking away.

"It's ok doll. I'm your husband...you can look at me."

His hands that were holding onto your arms began caressing your elbows, subtly pulling you closer to him without you noticing until you were firmly planted on his lap.

"Do you want me my little doll?" He asked you, voice in a low whisper as his breath fanned over your lips.

"Cause I've wanted you since the first day I laid my eyes on you."

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