#cause we’re batshit crazy that’s why

[gravehags]

heaven in hiding

Pairing: Swiss x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit

18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tags: virgin reader, ghouls being freaky, ghouls being able to smell virginity, hand jobs, dry humping, swiss being needy

Words: 1,487

Summary: It's not your fault you're a virgin, but it's certainly causing problems for Swiss.

a/n: listen the way this man has been acting out on stage recently...he's going through it. someone had to do something about it.

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“It’s because you’re a virgin.”

Your head whips around to face the blonde ghoul sitting on the couch who is currently flipping through an old copy of Vogue that was clearly stolen from your quarters. Your jaw drops and your cheeks heat up painfully while he continues to browse the magazine.

“I—no—who—”

Dewdrop looks up at you from where he’s lounging and gives you a small eye-roll. Cirrus is folded up on the opposite end of the couch fidgeting with her cuticles while Mountain leans against the wall, trying to avoid the conversation entirely. All you had inquired about was why Swiss was acting so goddamn weird around you ever since you and the ghouls had struck up a friendship and started spending time together. Everyone else seemed fine around you so why was he acting so…so bizarre every time you entered a room or walked past him? You had just come into the lounge and he had stormed out past you, practically running from the scene.

“Don’t bother trying to deny it, we can smell it,” Dew says, flipping a page.

“Bullshit!” you squeak before falling into a chair next to the coffee table.

“It’s true, hon,” Cirrus pipes up, looking at you apologetically. “You just smell…different.”

You bite your lip and fuss at the hem of your shirt, clearly embarrassed by being probably the worst sister of sin in the history of the abbey. Finally, you work up the courage to continue the conversation.

“So…is it a gross smell? Like is that why Swiss looks like he’s in pain when he’s around me?”

Dewdrop snorts loudly and tosses the magazine on the table, sending the pages flying.

“Babygirl he’s horny. You’re driving him batshit insane, that’s what’s happening.” Cirrus leans over to lightly smack Dew on the thigh and give him a pointed look, clearly indicating she wanted to ease you into this conversation.

“I…oh. Oh.” Your flush deepens and spreads across your chest, warming you from head to toe. “But you guys aren’t…affected…by me though, right?”

Mountain lets out a deep, vaguely sinister chuckle which Dewdrop snorts at.

“Oh, babe we’re affected alright. Makes us all fucking crazy. It’s just that everyone else handles it better than Swiss, he’s always been so sensitive about these things. We just go back to our rooms and jack off when it gets too much but he’s gotta be fucking dramatic and make a scene.”

You can’t lie, the thought of the ghouls alone in their quarters touching themselves to the thought of you makes your head spin and your cunt ache. Before you can comment on Dew’s bombshell statement, Cirrus interjects with a loud clearing of her throat.

“Hon, why don’t you go talk to him?”

Mountain’s eyebrows shoot up and Dew snickers to himself, causing you to pause a moment.

“Is that a good idea? Or will I make the problem worse?”

“Depends what you’re gonna do for him,” Dew says, a grin curling his lips. “Gonna help him out? I call dibs on being next.”

This time Cirrus doesn’t hold back when she smacks Dewdrop on the arm with the flat of her palm, causing him to yelp and jump in his seat. It’s your turn to roll your eyes as you stand and make for the door.

“Good luck,” Mountain intones ominously as you pass the threshold.

It takes a good ten minutes of you wandering the cloisters to find Swiss. When you see him, back against the wall bent over on himself at the waist your heart sinks. He looks fucking miserable. Were you about to make a bad situation for him worse?

His head is in his hands as you approach him, gripping at his curls. When you get within a yard of him, he unfolds and practically slams the back of his skull into the surface behind him. His body sagging, he turns to look at you, tail flicking behind him in agitation.

“Hey,” you say softly. “Wanted to talk to you.”

He chuffs out a desperate little laugh and folds his arms in a defensive position across his chest.

“About—” he clears his throat when his voice comes out a little too raspy, “about what?”

“They told me about uh. How you guys can smell me. You know.”

He squeezes his eyes shut and you wonder briefly if he’s willing you to disappear, his palms rubbing viciously at the stubble on his cheeks. He doesn’t speak for a solid minute and you shuffle in place, wondering if you should just cut your losses and walk away. When you shift a foot to leave, he reaches out towards you to gesture without touching.

“Don’t,” his eyes open and he looks at you longingly. “Please don’t leave. I—fuck.”

You’re by his side in an instant, hand on his bicep. Upon touching him for the first time, he flips your positions with a growl so that now he’s looming over you while you’re backed against the cold limestone wall. He doesn’t touch you, just hovers his hands above your shoulders while he leans in at the juncture of your neck to inhale deeply. He’s close enough now that you can feel the hardness of him pressing insistently, achingly into your belly and you look up at him.

“Let me help you,” you whisper, moving a hand to his cheek to drag the pad of your thumb along his jawline. “Please, Swiss. I want to help you.”

He lets out a noise that is somewhere between a hysteric laugh and a painful cry as you stand on your tiptoes to reach him. The upward tilt of your chin is all the invitation he needs and he slams his mouth onto yours. The breath is knocked from your lungs as he molds his lanky body to yours, gripping at your hair and neck. You barely register the way his tail wraps tightly around your thigh, drawing you even closer to him. His tongue is desperate against your lips, begging for entrance and you oblige him. The noises he makes as he plunders your mouth are desperate, animalistic, and they send shockwaves straight to your cunt. When you finally have to catch your breath, push him off you with a slight shove and he whines low in his throat.

“Can I touch you?” you breathe up at him and he replies with a frantic nod. You place your hand over his heart and very slowly drag downwards, reveling in the hard planes of his body. He’s watching you, pupils blown, and when you finally cup your palm against the curve of his cock he slams his fist on the wall behind you, effectively caging you in.

“Fuck, baby,” he whines, bucking his hips into your touch. “Please.”

You breathlessly follow the line of him through the black denim and when your thumb brushes over the head his tail tightens its grip on your thigh, practically cutting off circulation, as he pushes you even further into the wall. Your exhales are nearly as ragged as his when he slots a long, firm leg in the space between yours, pressing divinely against your cunt.

“Don’t stop,” he croaks as you continue to swipe your fingers over the clothed head of his cock. “Please, please, please.”

Your wrist is at an awkward angle now with how intently he has pushed you against the wall but you do your best, sliding your palm over the denim in long strokes. Your eyes dart around the cloister, briefly worrying about who could stumble upon you but then he presses right there and you let out a breathy moan. Your own hips are rocking against him now with every swipe of your hand, both of you working in tandem. When you feel his cock jump, he lets out a whine and his hips begin meeting you stroke for stroke. You’re close but not close enough when he jolts forward, practically collapsing on you when he comes with a cry. His hand covers yours and urges you to continue moving even as he finishes, his body writhing against you. When you look up at him you see him blink tears out of his eyes and take several deep, shuddering breaths. Abandoning his softening cock and the wet spot at the front of his pants you wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his chest, breathing deep. He smells like smoke and something sweet that you realize after a moment is your perfume. And the realization hits you that you’re greedy for him, need your scent on him again and again. You separate but he’s still loosely holding you in his lean arms.

“You didn’t come,” he says flatly. “I’m sorry.”

You smile and when you run your thumb over his stubble, he practically purrs while leaning into your touch.

“You can make it up to me.”

#swiss x reader #swiss ghoul x reader #swiss x f!reader #swiss ghoul #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #the band ghost fic #rachel writes

[sunnyvelvet]

Camping in The Exterior

Hi Everyone! This is a full-length fic based on a post I did a few days ago about the idea. Reader and Levi are not in a relationship yet in this fic. I hope everyone likes it and let me know if you want more or have any ideas/questions about Caption (Y/N) and Caption Levi's relationship.

W.C. 948

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“No Erwin, I’m not letting that man on my squad.” I turned from the kitchen counter; my lips turned downward. The moonlight shined through the window, leaving a glow of shadows on the floor of two bodies. “Keith and I believe this is what would be the best use of Levi. He would be going on my squad, but I do not have room. He has the skill if that is what worries you.” Erwin was not pleased with the conversation at hand. (Y/N) had always been selective of the people on their squad, causing it to be the smallest of any in the survey corps. “I don’t care that he has the skill.” I turn knife in hand from spreading butter on bread, pointing it at Erwin. “I hand pick my squad, terms of me being caption, and now Keith goes back on that. HA! I run the special operations squad, by force might I add, by my terms.” I turn away. “Everything I do for this military, and this is how they repay me.” Erwin smiles, a chuckle rumbling deep from his chest, “I knew you would break; you can’t overlook talent.” He turns to walk away, eyebrows relaxed and pleased with how the conversation went.

*Two Weeks Later*

“I do not understand what we are doing out here. Why has the rest of the squad not joined us?” Levi barked as he rode horseback, growing uncertain about his new captain. “The rest of the squad isn’t joining us. I thought we could get to know each other better. I have special relationships with all my cadets.” “But why are we going to the exterior? What type of mission is this?” (Y/N) fell silent for a moment. It’s not a mission, more of a hazing. “We’re going camping Levi.”

We rode out to the exterior, finding a forest area to set up camp. Start to unpack the tent, screwing the rods together and sticking them into the ground. Levi looked puzzled, “You really meant that we were fucking camping? In the middle of an area that could be filled with titans any minute that we are out here!” (Y/N) glances over at Levi, “If you don’t like it, you can always ride back to base and tell Keith you don’t want to be on my squad anymore. If you’re going to be on my squad then we are going to camp for the night.” I threw the tarp over the polls, finishing the tent. I start looking around for pieces of wood to build a fire, anything to stay warm for the night. “This is fucking unbelievable. Does anyone even know we are out here? Couldn’t this get you de-ranked if we don’t end up dead?” “We won’t die.”

The fire crackles as it burns orange and hot. We sat around it keeping warm as the sun went down for the night, I put a piece of bread on a stick to toast it, in the end only catching it on fire. We sit in uncomfortable silence. Levi shifts back and forth, uncomfortable with the whole situation. I sit and eat my burnt bread when we hear a set of stomps. “That must be a titan,” Levi states as he looks around, trying to spot it. “Oh really? Usually, they sleep at night. Must be an abnormal.” I stay nonchalant about the situation. “If we stay here and leave it alone it should leave us alone. As long as it doesn’t stop us. We could hear a dozen or so tonight alone.” I put down my toast and stretched my arms. I stand and make my way to the tent. “There’s just one tent, so don’t be shy Levi. We’re both adults here.”

Levi sat at the campfire, puzzled by the whole situation. I had heard she was crazy, but this is batshit. If she wanted to die, why bring me out here with her? I crinkle of leave caused Levi to bring his head up. Looking around he spotted the titan, a few feet ahead, staring the campfire down. He used his ODM gear to shoot up into the trees and kept watch. Once the titan was closer to the tent he flew down and sliced the nape of the neck, killing it. Maybe I should stay in the trees and keep watch. At least then nothing could happen to the caption. So as the hours went on and as Titan appropriated, Levi stood watch until the sun started to come up and he saw his caption emerge from the tent.

I looked around puzzled as to where my cadet had gone off to. Did he go back to base during the night and leave me for dead? That's when I heard the ODM gear go off and Levi stood in front of me. “It’s daybreak, can we go now?” With the fire long out and titans to be on the move more frequently, the two packed up their tent and got on their horses to return to base. This trip left Levi with more questions about this caption than he came to the exterior with. Why would they just sleep in that tent when a titan could have eaten them at any moment? Why did they bring me out here to begin with? Does any of this have to do with me being put on their squad and not chosen to be there? (Y/N) on the other hand, had learned everything she needed to know about Levi. He was loyal and wasn’t going to just let their caption die. The question thought was why he cared so much for someone he just met.

#fanfic #levi ackerman x reader #levi attack on titan #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi aot #captain levi #captain levi x reader #aot #aot x reader #shingeki no kyojin #aot fanfiction #aot fandom #aot fanfic #levi ackerman fanfiction

[missprincesse345]

His island queen 🌺🌺

Summary: what happens when the elite & rest of the Aew roster meet the only other important person in Chris Jerichos life in the most surprising way.

Pairing: Chris Jericho x younger wife reader ❤️

Warnings: mostly fluff

Y/n fatu ( face claim India Westbrook)

Her tattoos: left hand

Right hand:

Back piece:

Pov:

For the past couple weeks going into the new year Jericho & the elite have been dealing with the Bcc’s unruly actions against them since Chris beat yuta for the roh championship then the elite beating mox,Claudio and Bryan for the trio’s belts. The feud has been getting worse by the second from sneak attacks to down right intentionally causing physical harm not only to them but everyone else randomly for no reason it was getting ridiculous, which is why they challenged them to a street fight on rampage 2 weeks from now sick of their tactics.

“ This has to stop!!! Just because we beat them clean at the beginning of the new year those pricks wanna throw hissy fits and attack us left & right then going around randomly injuring others on the roster” Nick Jackson said snarling sitting down the boys and Chris just got back from their 5 man tag match against United empire ,kip sabian, and Ricky starks. Which of course ended in another attack by the bcc after the boys that got slightly bloody resulting in some of them getting stitches no thanks to that damn screwdriver they’ve been using.

Wincing putting the ice pack on his shoulder “ agreed this shit ends after new week can’t afford anyone else getting injured or attacked by them” kenny said closing his eyes all of them understand what it’s like to lose championships every now and then but what the bcc is doing isn’t it. “ especially coming from me being the first victim *points to eyepatch * try explaining to your 2yr old why daddy is wearing a eyepatch I’m not waiting when the day comes moment we walk out and hit the ring I’m attacking” hangman said joining kenny on the other couch holding his husband lovingly.

When feud first started hangman came out to save Kenny and the bucks from a beat down only for the bcc to hold him down and stab him in the eye while the rest were tied up let alone to beat up to help. “ can’t blame you besides they’ve had the belts for to long, Chris you good dude been quiet since we came back?” Matt said looking over at Jericho who was packing his bags silently fuming completely in his own world “ huh ? * looks over his shoulder * physically no mentally I’ll be fine *sighs * okay no I’m not okay!!!” He growled.

“ who the hell do they think they are just because regal trained them then of leaving them high dry all of them are above everybody else?! No just some wannabe house of black knockoffs” Chris said it was true though especially No thanks Bryan Danielson’s hypocrite delusional nonsense and fake propaganda crap. “ Acting like they’ve never lost before doing the most over the top bullshit I’ve seen come rampage all bets are off!!! The want batshit crazy that’s what we’re going to give them those stupid idiots are in for a rude awakening” he declared as the others agreed after this street Bryan & the Bcc’s actions are going to finally catch up to them.

- 2hrs later-

Chris and y/n’s house:

Waving goodbye thanking them for the ride Chris made it home god it feels good to say that during the whole feud he always looked forward to decompressing from all of it relaxing and being wrapped in the warmth nurturing love with the one person that always brings happiness and joy to his life just when he feels like he wouldn’t find it again.

Walking up the stairs then inside locking the door behind him Chris chuckled hearing Sade playing through the house on low then the smells of delicious food filling the room he was at peace, after playing with the dogs for a little bit he walked further into the house finding the source Chris smiled fondly leaning against the wall watching his flower moving their hips to the beat her siren honey vocals matching perfectly to the music how did he get so lucky.

Y/n’s outfit (all sets made by me) :

“ Now how did I miss this little performance? Let alone my own home?” He said teasingly startling the woman a little bit before chuckling as she smiled big walking over hugging him tightly greeting him with a loving kiss.

“ we’ll if you got back earlier than you’d have still been able to catch the whole performance” the mystery woman smiled rubbing his cheek before kissing him again “ how you feeling pain level 1 to 10?” She asked looking at the small stitches on his forehead. “ 5 so not too bad but right now I’m here so that’s all that matters, mm is that what I think it is?” He said looking at the meal she was preparing. “ yes now go get cleaned up it should be done when you come back downstairs” she giggled swatting his chest playfully.

Who was the mystery woman you ask?

Well she is not only Chris’s new wife but also well known in the wrestling world as Desiree parks but most people that know her personally especially her family she’s y/n fatu , yep that’s right she’s the usos baby sister and Roman Reigns baby cousin that wrestles under new Japan wrestling/stardom.

The two met mid 2022/23 at jeys birthday to which he was invited after word got out about his divorce from his ex wife who treated him badly and cheated on the twins wanted him there getting his mind off things. And have fun little did he know he’d find love again let alone true happiness in their baby sister as if it was a soulmate like force that brought them together.

*Flashback*

Even though he wasn’t really up for getting out of the house mingling with other people Chris was actually enjoying himself quite a bit maybe this what he needed “ hey man there’s someone we want you to meet if that’s okay?” Jimmy said joining him by the bar “ sure I don’t mind” Chris replied taking a swig from his beer.

“ cool uce , hey !!! Sis c’mere!!! * y/n turns around smiling softly hearing her brother * hey Chris this is our little sister y/n” jimmy said introducing her to Chris whom became hot and bothered instantly seeing the Carmel skinned goddess standing infront of him.

“ hi Chris nice to meet you nice to finally meet from all the stories and music the twins tell me about great to see the man himself” she said her voice like honey making him snap out of his haze. “ it’s nice to meet you I’ve seen some of your work too very amazing” he smiled shaking her hand watching her face blush a little everything was going to be okay he thought.

*Flashback over*

The two have been married for almost three years now having a private ceremony in early 2023.

Handing him his plate once he came back all washed up and clean they migrated to the living room and caught each other up on everything going on since sometimes she would be wrestling while he was touring. After dinner and dessert they relaxed on the couch watching a movie just wrapped in each others embrace towards the ending Chris looked down chuckling noticing she’d fallen asleep on his lap.

Smiling softly he just traced her cheek softly how did he end up finding himself a modern Wonder Woman a woman with a simple touch could calm him down or able to always look at situations from both perspectives fixing the problem easily without any hesitation. Beats him but one thing he does know is that no matter what he’ll always protect her.

He’s gonna win for her the nights of fear & worries will be over he hated seeing her terrified crying because of the painful physical state he come home to.

2 weeks later

It’s time the night everyone had been waiting for the Bcc we’re going face their actions but most importantly Chris was going to make them for bringing tears to his wife. He had her stay in the back with Brandi & Britt watching not wanting her to get hurt very little people know about y/n & his relationship it’s not that he was afraid of what people would think Jericho just wants that part of his life private.

Cause now or day’s people can get to you any form especially in their line of work.

The match was just getting brutal at this point both teams were pulling out all of the stops yet nobody could blame them Bcc’s actions had gone to far it was time they faced the music. Jumping slightly as Chris was slammed into the tacs Y/n silently prayed to herself watching her husband scream in pain “ his gonna be alright they all are” Brandi said rubbing her shoulders in comfort “ I know * sighs * just worried i mean get it but i still get scared when he gets hurt doing matches” y/n replied with a small smile she was no stranger to these kind of matches having done a few through out her career.

“ And you’re winners of this match the Elite & Chris Jericho!!!” They announced as the arena cheered loudly the whole building shaking with excitement and applause it was over the bcc’s reign of terror was over. Y/n let out breath of relief cheering watching Chris standing tall alongside the elite in victory both knew that the win was needed , as the boys close out the show with Britt & Brandi Chris was finally going to show the world his good luck charm to the world.

“ Now as you know that through out this whole feud we conquered and fought taking down the bcc tired of being attacked let alone disrespected right?” Chris chuckled as the crowd cheered. “ thank you cause you guys never once stopped giving us that energy to keep fighting through the terror , they caused but as you can see all of these amazing hard working people in this ring have their loved ones with them right now well I have a special person here tonight with me as well” he said smirking as the crowd got excited wondering who the mysterious person was.

“ she’s literally been my rock through this whole roller coaster of pain and craziness literally has been my light for a while now and till the day i die my heart,my bestfriend and god so much more probably going to kill for outing her * crowd laughs * so with out further ado let’s give her a warm welcome” he said pointing to the ramps.

The crowd goes crazy watching y/n walk out smiling big shaking her head walking down to the ring “ it’s Desiree parks !!! The immortal goddess!!!” Taz said in shock as Tony & Excalibur agreed in complete shock.

Getting in the ring with the help of the young bucks Chris pulled her into a tight hug rocking her softly before kissing her head holding her close “ yep this beautiful woman has been with me through it all especially during the lowest months in my life but there is one special title that not only she holds but a title very close to my heart ladies and gentlemen she’s my wife!!” he said watching her blush as the boys & crowd went crazy as she held her hand up showing off her wedding ring.

“ And with that being said Tonight will forever be the most important nights of my career!!” He said handing the mic over to the announcer pulling her into a deep loving kiss while everyone cheered & wolf whistles for the couple.

No matter what came his way long as he had his island queen by his side everything would be okay.

The end ( hope you guys enjoyed it

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Y/n’s outfit:

#aew imagine #aew x reader #aew fanfiction

[mangoposts]

something i will never understand is why people care so much about three damn white boys who you’ve maybe met 2 times. now don’t get me wrong i completely understand people have flaws. hell i have my own but it’s to the point where they don’t really interact with fans/supporters anymore cause people send them weird ass shit. yes yes i know it’s smut written about them and i eat that shit up every time some someone people really know how to write their ass off and i’m going to support that simply because they are a good writer have have hella potential to do more outside of fan fiction regardless of who they write about…they can write about the triplets, dam and colby, billie , and hell harry styles. i’m getting wayyyyyyy off topic okay back to what i was saying anyways the point is the ‘fans’ who claim to support them but dictate every little move they make every little fucking move that the boys make is going to make them if not already make them think we’re all like that. like we’re all batshit crazy when some of us aren’t. especially the older supporters, we genuinely just want to see them grow and succeed and so what they love and enjoy but i honestly feel like they can’t because that have to watch everything they say or do or be friends with or not be friends with because HELLO AT THE END OF THE DAY THEY DONT OWE US SHIT ABOUT THEIR PERSONAL LIFE AND WHAT THEY SO OUTSIDE OF YOUTUBE!!!! they should be able to feel comfortable (only if they absolutely want to) to share normal shit with us without feeling like they’re going to be judged or lose followers. it makes me really sad to see what the fandom as come to because trust and believe it was not like that when they first started on youtube.

anywho so so sorry about the rant, hope it makes sense but i just wanted to share that

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In conclusion 80% of the new fans suck dick and ruined the triplets for the rest of us LMFAOOOOO

#🧡 #sturniolo triplets

[aphroditelovesu]

TW: Mentions of physical and mental abuse, mentions of blood, dub-con(?), male reader, manipulative behavior, connections to drugs and drug abuse.

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Jennie Kim was like a drug that you inhaled and injected only for a short period of time for a quick spark of pleasure, then discarded after and forgotten about. That’s what it was initially supposed to be like. 

But that was the problem. She was a drug: toxic, deadly, and addictive. She made your head hurt and your heart bleed, yet she is the sole reason it beats—for better or worse, you aren’t sure. 

You knew what she was, how she was, and while it sickened you, you still indulged in her comfort, sought out her touch, or squirmed underneath her as she carves into your skin as she whispers sweet nothings into your ear while doing so. But the fact that you don’t know—or intentionally ignore—her blatant manipulation is your fault. And no one else can help you with it. 

Taking Jennie Kim like a drug is not what you intended to do. But it happened anyway. 

She calls you when you’re worn out, marks you when you’re around. You don’t know what Jennie gains from this or why she does it, aside from her batshit craziness to keep you as hers forever. 

You’ve wanted so hard to escape, but the thought of her always seeps back into your veins. And you always come back to Jennie, becoming more entrenched into her sadistic manipulations. 

She fills the void that she created, takes a piece of you with her every time, forces you to stay when you beg to leave. It’s a repetitive cycle, one that you’ve grown accustomed to, one that makes you don’t know any better. 

She’s a burden as much as she is a drug, dressed head to toe in black. You’ve only seen her wear black, never any color, from her janky leather jacket to her black converse sneakers. And you think it makes sense that a person as cold as her would wear something so stripped of brightness. 

“What are you doing here?” you question her as you miserably fail to keep your voice from shaking in fear. The sight of Jennie standing at your doorway proves to be way too intense for you. 

“You always look so afraid, Y/N-nnie,” she amusingly says as she pushes herself inside, shrugging off her jacket on your couch. If your entire apartment didn’t already smell like her, then the couch for sure will. And you fear that soon the bed will as well, since Jennie doesn’t come to your apartment just to talk. “I’m always here, remember?” she smirks devilishly. 

Her vigorous gaze causes you to avert your eyes. Jennie’s stare has always unsettled you. And now, she becomes this mysterious and terrifying creature that you have ever encountered. She’s no longer like a drug, she is an enigma that is worse and manages to keep you wrapped around her finger. 

“Please leave,” you silently mutter as you lower your gaze as you look at the floor. 

“No.” Her tone is as stern as it usually is as she extends her hand and clasps your jaw, simultaneously lifting your chin to have your eyes meet hers while she pulls you up to her. Her long nails dig into your skin and her feline eyes are wide with excitement. And it is never a good sign for you. 

Yet she loosens her grip in the slightest when your bottom lip threatens to tremble. For some odd, bizarre reason, her nurturing side seems to seep out at the wrong, worst times. You don’t think Jennie can help it. But even if she is a monster, you desperately hope that she still has a heart lying around, somewhere. 

“Jennie,” you breathe out once more. Her pupils flicker down to your lips. “We’re over. I told you this already. You know this. I don’t want to keep doing this.” Her thumb caresses your lips for a moment as her hand moves from your jaw down to your neck as she gently grasps it and pulls your head closer to hers, too close for your comfort as you feel her breath hit your lips as her other hand now toys with the end of your shirt. 

She seemingly ignores everything that you’ve said, which is so typical of her. Jennie only hears what she wants to hear and nothing more. She lifts up your shirt, and you grimace when her finger traces over her perfectly carved handwriting on your stomach, a gnarly scar in the shape of a capital “J” that had you bleeding for a week. You swore to yourself that you would find a way to escape Jennie after that. She had done many terrible things before, but that was the final straw for you. 

You knew she would stop at nothing to prove to you and others as well that you were hers and only hers. 

“I love this,” she laments softly, still tracing the scar. “It’s so beautiful, Y/N-nnie. It turns me on knowing you’re the only man for me.”

“I’m not yours, Jennie,” you silently rebuke as tears are now edging at the corners of your eyes, because seeing Jennie act and talk like this scares you, perhaps even more so than when she is angry. “Not anymore,” you manage to utter out before you swallow hard, anticipating her reprimand. It sickened you to remember that there was a time, a time where you were willing to receive her destructive affection. But now you were pleading with Jennie that you weren’t hers anymore, even if she can’t grasp—or accept-—it. 

But perhaps you didn’t grasp the truth that you were Jennie’s, especially with her mark on your stomach. 

Then you recoil slightly as you see Jennie’s jaw clench. “I’m what you need, Y/N L/N.” And you know she’s serious when she uses your full name instead of her pet names for you. “Surprising that it hasn’t gotten through your skull just yet.” Her fingers leave your stomach, and so does the warmth that comes with it. 

You despise how badly you miss it. 

She sighs, attempting to keep her cool. “Don’t fight me on this anymore,” she says. 

“You won’t change,” you respond, quivering in fear as you back up slowly until your back hits the kitchen counter behind you. And she follows you back. 

Once again, her warmth envelopes you as one of her hands tighten around your waist while the other reaches to the back of your head, pivoting your head down towards her. And with the both of you breathing heavily, you know where it goes from here. 

“Y/N-nnie,” she whispers as her plump lips are inches from yours now, curved up into a smile compared to the frown you observed from her just mere moments ago. Her mood comes and goes, changing constantly. It was too much for you to deal with the multiple sides of Jennie. “I love you. I have to hurt you to prove my love. I don’t know any other way.” 

It’s a lie. It’s always been a lie.

“I hate you,” you whisper back, yet you lean into her all the same. The second her lips touch yours, the familiarity of it all drowns you and you can’t help it. Jennie repulsed you yet you burrow yourself into her as your lips touch. 

It was the only thing you knew: Jennie. 

“If you try to leave me,” Jennie grumbles as she pulls away for a moment, “I’ll find you. I’ll find you, tie you up, and you’ll never leave me.”

The darkness underneath her feline eyes should’ve made you pull away from her and run away: it was dreadful and unpredictable, but you cursed yourself for finding Jennie Kim to be the most beautiful woman you’ve ever laid your eyes on. She was charming as she was deadly, and you still succumbed to her. 

You’d like to imagine that Jennie was capable of love, even if it was in her own dark, twisted way. But her controlling needs clouded her desire, her love for you, and turned it into something exhausting and horrible. 

And yet, you couldn’t find it in you to completely quit her.

-🧋 

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, jealousy, mention of murder and abandonment, allusion to drugs, mild Stockholm Syndrome, dub-con and blood.

❝pairing: yandere!jennie x male!reader

❝obs: so sorry for the late replied, anon. Btw, I loved it, I really love your writings!! ❤️🥰

❝word count: +1,0k

There were many things you admired about Jennie and one of them was how confident she was. The main characteristic that attracted you to her in the first place was her confidence, how beautiful she was and she knew it.

There is nothing sexier than a confident woman.

But at the same time she was a very big problem and you knew it. You knew it the day she told you that you were hers forever.

Maybe you should have run away then, ended it all at once, but you didn't. You stay, you were drugged by her, sick even, and she knew it. She always knew that.

You can't run away from Jennie Kim even if you wanted to. She would never allow you that.

You were hers. Hers to love, care for, and hurt. The scars on your backs are just memories, memories of the passionate nights you spent together.

Mere memories of how painful her love was.

But still, even after so much pain, you found yourself wanting more. You became addicted and knew you couldn't live without it anymore.

She was a drog and you gladly accepted it into her life.

"You can't get me out of your head, can you?" You heard the mocking tone. You heard how she laughed and how pleased she sounded when she said those words.

"You're so needy of me, aren't you?" She laughed, moving closer to you and sitting on your lap, forcing you to look into her dark eyes.

"You can't stay away from me, can you?" She kissed you hard, forcing your lips and biting your lower lip which started to bleed a little.

She licked her lips, tasting the blood and smiled seductively. "Your blood tastes great, you know that?" She laughed out loud, kissing you once more.

You were silent, completely at her mercy. Just like you should be, she thought.

She continued to explore your body, shedding the sweatshirt you were wearing. Her nails were long and left several scratches on your bare chest. Jennie ignored your quiet protests and continued to attack your neck, giving you more marks.

Your body was full of marks, bite marks, hickeys, scratches and cuts. All of them hurt but she never stopped, she was determined to show you that you belonged only to her.

Even if you would have known about it.

Everyone knew that, actually. Your family, your friends and everyone who crossed your path.

Your friends who were now dead and your family who no longer kept in touch with you. It was painful, being abandoned like that but you knew it was for the best, you couldn't risk them getting hurt too.

You knew what Jennie was capable of.

And you didn't want her to hurt your family, she's incredibly possessive and if she feels threatened by your own family she'll kill them. You know that, she told you herself.

And it was true, the deaths of your friends were proof of that. Proof that she wasn't lying.

"Who are you thinking of?" Jennie questioned you in a monotone voice, but you could feel the venom in her words.

"You." You smiled weakly. It wasn't a lie, but you preferred to keep the details hidden.

"Hmm..." She murmured, staring into your eyes with a hurt expression, which left you confused. "You're lying, aren't you?"

"...I'm not lying..." You sighed, looking down at the red dress she was wearing. It was so pretty, you thought, and red suited her.

And she knew it, one of the many reasons she was almost always wearing red or bloodstained clothes.

This is so disconcerting, you knew it was wrong and insane, but even after all the monstrosities Jennie committed, you weren't able to stay away from her. You wanted to, but you couldn't, and you were still attracted to her.

So terribly attracted to her.

"Then why are you so hesitant, huh?" She arched an eyebrow suddenly. "You... You're not thinking about another woman, are you?!"

You were quick to try to dispel her anger. You didn't need to be punished one more time.

"No! Of course not! How could I even think about another woman when I have you?" You spoke quickly and seemed to reassure her as her expression softened.

"You better not be!" She kissed you one more time, biting down hard on your bottom lip and it hurt. It really hurt. You groaned in pain, trying to pull away.

She smiled eerily, licking her lips.

"Because if you are... I'm going to kill her in front of you and make you feel the pain you've never suffered in your life." She laughed eerily and you cringed.

Fear. It was that feeling you felt and yet you weren't able to separate yourself from her.

"You know I wouldn't do that, right?" You said, touching Jennie's face lovingly. "I could never think of another woman."

She leaned into your hand, closing her eyes.

"You're right, (Y/N)-nnie, I know you never could…" Jennie murmured, kissing your fingers, "but I confess I would like to, because then it would just be another excuse to punish you. You know how much I love you screaming in pain."

You shuddered, trying to ignore that bad feeling that was lurking you.

All of this was horrible, yet you still found yourself unable to say no to her.

You were always unable to deny anything to her.

"You know that I... that I, well, that I love you, don't you?" You spoke the dreaded words. It was a path of no return.

Jennie smirked, grabbing your head and kissing you once more. Her lips devoured you, you could feel yourself getting turned on by it, but you didn't try to do anything.

Everything would always lead to the same thing.

With you beneath Jennie as she punishes you sexually and physically.

You learned to live with the pain, with the constant pain your body had.

"I love you too, my love, and I want to hear you scream my name tonight." She kissed you passionately, slowly rubbing herself against your body.

You moaned. Yes, it was always the same.

You were drugged and maybe even crazy about her, but you couldn't help it. You got used to her possessive and murderous behavior, you got used to being hurt and you learned to like it.

You can no longer live without her. You couldn't do it.

#yandere blackpink #yandere jennie #yandere jennie x male reader #imagine #scenario #🧋 anon #i love this #you are such a good writer anon #really #❤️

[smallestapplin]

How do think the twins (+ anyone you want to add) would react to their S/O being an Ex team skull/bad guys? How would that secret get out? Would they keep it a secret from the boys?

-holding twins anon

Ah yes, team skull, one of few teams that wasn’t batshit crazy. 😌

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🔲Ingo🔲

- With how Ingo is you probably told him.

- Most likely you were going to keep it a secret cause it was the past, but a grunt contacted you and you figured it was only a matter of time before Ingo found out.

- So you sat him down. He was extremely worried when you said you needed to tell him something.

- “Before I moved here to Unova I use to live in Alola.”

- “Yes I remember you saying so.”

- “I wasn’t…exactly well liked there, I was apart of a group called team skull, ran by an old friend of mine.”

- He is instantly alarmed before bombarding you with questions.

- “Did you ever hurt anyone? Did you ever hurt Pokémon? Did you try to take over the world? We’re you anything like team plasma?”

- “What? No! Sure the grunts and Guzma had some anger issues and not enough brains cells but they- we never harmed Pokémon, and sometimes people but not like team plasma, I think guzma started a few fist fights but that was it. And we didn’t try to take over the world.”

- “Then…what did you do?”

- “Kinda just took over an abandoned mansion as home and took in run away kids? Sure we were kinda dickheads but that’s cause Plums was our brain cell.”

- “Then why are you telling me this?”

- “Well one of the grunts contacted me, asking if I was doing alright, and I thought you should know.”

- Ingo is genuinely confused on why you’re telling him this.

- You weren’t crazy, trying to rule the world or destroy it, it sounded like you guys were just a bunch of kids messing around.

- You didn’t sound like a criminal or anything, just a person making do with what they had.

- “You are a changed person, so I fail to see how this needed to be a serious discussion.”

- Team skull was (affectionately) filled with run aways or abandoned people, who found something with each other, sure they were loud and aggressive, but never viewed as a threat.

- Ingo does like hearing stories about the grunts you took under your wing.

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🔳Emmet🔳

- Now with Emmet you’d tell him. He’s the calmest of the brothers when it comes to this kind of stuff.

- You told him maybe close to a year of being in a relationship.

- He wouldn’t jump to twenty questions when you told him. All he asked was “taking over the world?”

- “No?”

- “Then what’s the deal? Oh! Do you have fun stories!? Was it like a found family? Tell me tell me tell me!”

- Emmet wants to hear if you guys were like a family, an actual family and not like team plasma and whatever they did to their own grunts and family.

- He wants to hear about Plums smacking Guzma for his dumb shit.

- He wants to hear about you taking grunts in as little siblings or as your kids and protecting them.

- He wants to know the jokes and everything!

- Team skull was nothing like the other evil teams he’s heard of, it’s a nice change of pace!

- “What kind of Pokémon did you have in Alola?

- “Emmet you’ve already met them, I never changed my team, these are my babies.”

- Your loyalty is an admirable trait and he is a simp.

- Definitely wants to see the outfit you’d wear for it.

- It’s getting used for something completely different now.

- Wants to hear all about your adventures and the others Pokémon.

- He does notice you get this bittersweet expression when you tell him of the team disbanding. Like you miss everyone.

- He couldn’t imagine missing people that were family to you like that.

- Tries his best to cover you in kisses and support.

#pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokémon #pokemon headcanons #pokemon fluff #pokemon ingo #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon emmet #pokemon emmet x reader #long post

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

The Good Witch Prompt List

Prompts for The Good Witch by Maisie Peters, practice good reblog karma and sent a prompt or two to the person you reblog this from

All I do is think about the past and haunt a house nobody lives in

Still argue like my mother and suppress stuff like my dad

Like, was it a love affair or just a lot of late nights?

I wasn't your cliche, oh no, this is my coming of age

Baby, I am the Iliad, of course, you couldn't read me

I know that I should know better

Now you're living the goddamn dream

Cause you broke my heart and my self-esteem for a girl who's a remix of me

And I know I gave you all of myself, one hundred percent

Loving you was easy, that's why it hurts now

The worst way to love somebody is to watch them love somebody else

So you got to be a coward and I salvaged a little self-respect

I am not allowed to want you any longer

So I don't tell a soul, but I'd be yours again tomorrow if you wanted

It was Friday nights, it was video gold

Oh, it was letting go of everything but you

If we're living the dream, I hope we never wake up

We drive around, I stay the night

What's a girl gonna do when she's in love with you

Yeah, it's sad and it's true and I'm in love with you

You won't see what you're giving up till I've already left

Got the news just last month that I am exhausting and you're not in love

I'm hurting but I'm certain it's still true, I’m the best thing that almost happened to you

One day, you're gonna wake up, and, oh shit, you lost the breakup

I'm the greatest love that you wasted

But I know the girl that you want and it scares me

Behind every lost boy there's always a Wendy

If I'm not careful, I'll wake up and we'll be married and I'll still flinch at the sound of a door

If a man says that he wants you in his life forever, run!

He likes a promise if he don't have to keep it

When you held me tight, wish I hadn't let go

God, I loved you, babe, did I tell you that?

If you don't love me, why you'd act it

But the truth is I'm good at pretending

You think I'm alright but I'm actually bloody motherfucking batshit crazy

Mr I Don't Want A Label, you made me Little Miss Unstable

You couldn't have loved a girl any harder than you loved me

You touched me, now your touch will last for centuries

It built me like a promise 'til it broke me like a curse

I knew loving you was letting you leave

I'm doing better, I made it to September

The love we had was eating me whole

The way I loved you, I will not be embarrassed of that

A heartbreak in remission

I couldn't believe it, how you could just stop wanting me

He stole her youth and promised heaven

You are still my great obsession

So you'll lose me, the best you'll ever have

#ask game #my ask game #prompts #my prompts

[scribbledghost]

Pairing: Minotaur!Whiskey x Reader (no Y/N, F!reader)

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,605

Warnings: cursing, angst at the end

“There’s no way. There’s no fuckin’ way.”

It was almost amusing, watching the ever-composed Mayor Darlene Hendrix pace about her office muttering to herself in disbelief. 

You’d finally told her about Jack’s existence, as well as some very brief details of how he’d come to be in the state he was. And as you’d expected, she didn't believe you at first. You showed her pictures of yourself and Jack together that you had on your phone, reminding her that you had no way of photoshopping such images. She’d hemmed and hawed and given a few more excuses for the photos that you’d debunked, then began her current activity of pacing and muttering.

“Why didn’t you tell us when you moved in?” she whispered loudly, not wanting anyone to hear despite both of you being alone behind a thick oak door. 

“No one would’ve believed me,” you said simply. “You would’ve all thought I was just the loony outsider in the woods.”

“You could’ve brought him into town with you!” she replied.

“Yeah?” you asked, a bemused smile on your face. “And how do you think people would’ve reacted to that?”

“I-” she started, then paused. “Okay, you’ve got me there. Still, I… this… what the fuck.”

It was comical, in a twisted way.

“You’re sure he’s not dangerous?” she finally asked.

“Absolutely,” you said honestly. “He’s never hurt me. He never would. The only time he gets even slightly intimidating is when something threatens our safety, that’s it. Jack would never hurt somebody just because. Think about it, Darlene - we’ve been here for almost two years. And not once has anyone in town seen hide nor hair of him. He’s never caused a fuss, never made any trouble. You can trust him, just like you trust me. He’s a good person, you just have to give him a chance.”

Darlene sat back down at her desk, folding her hands and resting her mouth on them as she stared down.

“You… you understand how batshit crazy this sounds, right?”

“Of course. Why do you think it took me so long to tell you?”

“That’s a good question,” she said, “why are you telling me this now?”

You sighed, preparing yourself to explain the other half of your predicament.

“Because I think we’re about to have a problem,” you replied.

“What… what kind of problem?” she asked seriously.

“It’s about Mason. Mason Stillwater?”

Darlene took a deep, relieved breath. Clearly she’d been expecting you to divulge something like Jack was slowly going feral and was about to become a threat.

“Yeah, what about him? I noticed the two of you were kinda tense this mornin’.”

“He’s… getting suspicious,” you explained. “Threatened to go out and have a look around my property whether I consented to it or not. I’m… I’m scared he’ll show up without warning. Jack won’t have time to hide. Then Mason will run back to town, crying ‘monster’, and then either half the town will show up to drive us out, or they’ll… or they’ll hurt Jack.”

Darlene fell quiet. 

“Please,” you implored her, leaning in closer, “our past together is a long story, one best left for another time, but I need you to understand that Jack and I… you couldn’t even imagine how much we’ve been through together. How much Jack alone has been through. We finally came here and found a place where we could be left in peace. A place where we felt like we belonged. Darlene, we’ve worked so hard to make a life for ourselves, I… please, I’m begging you, from the bottom of my heart, please don’t let someone like Mason Stillwater take that away from us.”

She stared at you for several excruciatingly long, tense moments. You could only hope your expression was as pleading and sincere as you wanted it to be.

“Okay,” she said, and you deflated. “...Okay. I… you’re right. Neither of you have ever caused any problem, even though I’m sure you’ve had plenty of opportunities to if you really wanted. If this is just some sort of elaborate prank, then fine. Egg on my face, I guess. But you’re… you’re not the type to lie. So… whaddya need from me?”

“Your trust is more than enough,” you said, “and you have my gratitude for it. I just… I just needed you to know, in case Mason comes in and tries to tell you he saw something. I needed to take his ammunition away from him, remove some of the leverage he has.”

Darlene nodded.

“Yeah,” she said, “yeah, I get it. Hard for him to try and blackmail you or cause trouble when I already know.”

“Exactly.”

She sighed, clearly still struggling to fully comprehend the situation. You gave her space, answering various questions when they came to her but otherwise not pushing the issue too much.

The two of you spent the next hour or so discussing various contingency plans with regards to Jack and Mason. Most of them hinged on Mason trespassing on your property and catching Jack unawares, then running back into town and sounding the alarm. Darlene confirmed your earlier assumption that Mason wasn’t the type to resort to violence immediately, but rather the type to turn the rest of the town against you both instead. 

“I doubt that man’s ever held a gun in his life,” Darlene mused. “Come’ta think of it, he’s probably never held anything but the silver spoon he was born with. It was like pullin’ teeth to get him to help clean up, and even then it seems like he’s only agreed so he could get under your skin.”

The revelation didn’t surprise you. But something still nagged at you.

“That’s the thing,” you said. “He’s… never given me problems before. Why is he starting now, I wonder?”

Darlene sighed, running her hands along her face.

“Honestly, the best I can figure is ‘cause he’s lookin’ for a way to control something. Anything. See, he… lost his father in all this. I mean, we all lost people, or at least know someone who lost someone. But Mason… his father was sorta his life compass, you know? Taught him everythin’ he knows. And when he lost him, I’m assuming some kind of switch went off in his brain. He feels so out of control without him, that he’s looking for anything he can to try and get some of that back. To find some reason behind it all. And it… looks like he’s settled on blaming you for it, and getting revenge to boot.”

“Misplaced grief?”

“Mhm,” she replied. “At least, that’s the best guess I have. It’s not like I’ve talked to him at length about all this or anything. I just know what he’s reported, and that’s that he lost his dad. The rest is just speculation.”

You looked out her office window to notice the sun dipping low in the sky.

“I should probably get home,” you said, standing from the chair, “to be honest, I’m… kind of worried. I haven’t seen Mason all day.”

“I’m sure it’s fine,” Darlene reassured you with a pat on your shoulder, “if he’d gone up and found somethin’, I’m sure the whole town would’a heard about it by now.”

You took her placations in stride, though your anxiety still nagged at you. She bade you farewell, a somewhat haunted look in her eye when she thought you couldn’t see as you left. You felt bad for her, felt guilty for dumping Jack’s existence on her in such circumstances. But you didn’t have a choice. You were simply grateful that she’d seemed to handle it so well, though in the back of your mind you knew that she’d probably be fishing out the bottle of alcohol she once told you she keeps beneath her nightstand when she got home later. Not that you could blame her, of course.

As you walked through town, the long shadows giving way to darkened skies, you could only hope she’d come to fully believe you and cover for you should Mason find something - or rather, someone - he wasn’t supposed to see.

You drove home slowly, taking care to keep an eye out for any animals nearby. They’d become more active since the infestation, no doubt spurred out into the open by the lack of human activity nearby. You also sighed in relief as you turned onto your hidden drive, noticing how you hadn’t passed any cars going the opposite direction on your way back.

That’s a good sign, you thought to yourself. Perhaps Darlene was right. Maybe Mason was just hiding himself away somewhere.

You pulled up in your drive, releasing a tense breath when you noticed no other cars were present. You felt light as you made your way inside, a weight lifted from your shoulders.

One that was immediately replaced when there was no sign of Jack and no lights turned on.

You silently made your way through the main room, into the bathroom, then finally into your bedroom before you called Jack’s name, turning various lights on as you went so you could see. As you called his name, you heard shuffling coming from the closet, a flat pane of wood emerging ahead of your Minotaur. 

“Is… is he gone?”

Your heart dropped.

“Is who gone?”

Jack looked around the space, his body language tense and anxious and upset as he continued to clutch the wooden shield in his hands. You didn’t need him to tell you outright for you to already know, and the thought alone made your blood boil.

Mason had been here.

#agent whiskey #minotaur whiskey #agent whiskey x reader #ghost scribbles

[medicus-mortem]

@ikkaku-of-heart​ asked: Wanna set the record straight about what exactly your relationship with Straw Hat is? Because you say we're allies, but with the amount of his batshit crazy antics you put up with, I'm wondering if you're actually starting to consider him a friend. Pretty sure if any of us had caused shenanigans like he has, you would have launched us into the sun or something.

Bombard my muse with questions about their relationships.

   Law’s hands come together, his eyes squeezing shut as the mere idea of him being friends with Straw Hat causes an instant spike in his blood pressure. He can practically feel the stress rising. Those hands rise to his face, pointers placed over the bridge of his nose. He takes a deep breath, the sound of it already distressing. Then those eyes open and they lock onto his crewmate.

   “Lets consider what a friend actually is, hmm,” he starts, hands lowering and fingers steepling. “A friend is someone you have something in common with, someone you can hold a conversation with without instantly wanting to tear your hair out. That is not something I experience with Straw Hat-ya. He’s too fuckin’ stupid to ever hold a conversation with me and even then I doubt he respects me enough to even try.”

   A heavy sigh then, his shoulders slumping and arms dropping.

   “So, no. I do not think of him as a friend. He’s an ally and gonna stay that way. As for why I put up with his bullshit ... Well, firstly, we’re ... supposed to be on equal footing. I’m not his boss so his moronic behaviour isn’t my responsibility. And second, as much as I hate how he does things, he gets results. May not be exactly what I want but it works. When it stops workin’ or puts you guys in more danger than I am willing to allow then I’ll launch him into the sun.

   “Until then I will adapt. I’ll adjust my plans around him. He’s a loose canon. I just gotta point him in the right direction and watch as shit explodes.”

#ikkaku of heart #Boring Question // Answered Ask #As Planned // IC

[crimsun-n-clover]

the dalia chronicles continue

this is gonna kill me. this is gonna fucking kill me.

there are these random private personal accounts following me now that are followed by her. by the looks of it, they’re her friends. like i said, they’re private and i’m not risking that shit no matter how much the curiosity is eating me alive.

seeing as i’ve had to hold mickey by the scruff of her neck about all of this, i’m adding this to the evidence pile. if i’ve got feral meddling friends trying to find her, maybe she’s got feral meddling friends trying to find me. not that it’s for sure or even totally likely, but that’s just the impression i’m getting.

dalia is so interesting to me. i’ve just been staring at her posts and the things she says, studying her for my own amusement, and i feel like she’s doing it back. this has never happened before.

is she fucking with me? i feel like she’s fucking with me. i’m fucking with her a little ngl but what do you expect from me yk. i’m used to fucking with people and waiting for a reaction, but she’s not reacting. she’s pushing back. i feel like a bug in a jar what the FUCK DUDE

but at least there’s sticks and leaves n shit in the jar. so i can like. stalk her spotify and pinterest and all that.

i’m so CONFUSED. if i knew her irl this would be so much easier but i would also be fucking insane yk? i’m glad there’s not another weird freak pretty girl in my vicinity because that doesn’t end well for me, but i wish i could interact with her in more ways. why can’t i just stand around looking hot? that’s what i usually do. and it seems like what she does too. and it’s working but we’re not fuckin getting anywhere.

i’m trying to drop hints and push her into saying something. i don’t know what i’m waiting for but i’ll know when it happens. i keep posting on my note stuff about her without saying it’s about her. currently it’s “wtf is wrong with her (i need her so bad)” bc she posted this morning that she bought a blowtorch. i stand by that statement. i’ve posted songs too. it was mechanix by megadeth a couple days back and i can always write that off as a bangin song about sex and cars but i posted the later verse. so. hopefully that fucked with her significantly.

i called my nana for her birthday a couple weeks back and she was on me about not having a girlfriend. 68 year old country baptist woman. up my ass about getting bitches. posted about it and dalia liked it immediately. two hit KO right fuckin there man.

she keeps posting photo sets of herself to songs i like and it’s driving me insane. most gorgeous woman in the world regularly posts these little spreads of artfully done photos. like. amazing lighting and composition. to songs I LIKE. and i have to reply “omg i love this song” or “the contrast on these is so cool” instead of asking her if she wants me on one knee or both because i’m down for whatever she wants

i think she’s mainly into me physically so i’m leaning toward both knees. not that i mind. we don’t know each other well enough for me to be offended by her probable lack of attraction to my personality. plus, i have friends with great personalities i would hook up with and i still don’t want to be anything more than friends. but doesn’t that make this even more confusing??

look. she maybe said that she wanted to make out with me. i’m happy to just be a mouth to her honestly. fine by me. i’d like to think she’s a bit more than that to me, but i know it’s just fascination causing the infatuation. we’re not even friends really. she’s someone my friend put in a group chat because of a shared interest and i had to go off and act like this over it. it could’ve been anyone. i’m just fucking bored and this is the most amusement i’ve gotten in ages and it’s messing with my head.

in fact, im so fuckin bored that when those batshit crazy tarot readings pop up i watch them and sigh dreamily.

bro. if this keeps going im begging that someone sends me to the glue factory

“STOP IT THIS ISNT YOU” —me looking in the mirror after thinking thee most pathetic gay thought imaginable

[guylegoman]

Episode 3 part 2

Your a monster” shouted Scotty,

You wanna be next shouted the sociopathic man- bull

Problems down in the the cellars mintaur said zeus

Nothing high father- responded man bull

Why are you doing this shouter panda

Zeus: I was once a god, I ruled all of Midgard and and Olympus, but I was banished from Olympus by my wife Athena who claimed my “godhood” to be a delusion, and for that I killed her, when the other gods heard of this they rallied against me and casted me down to the underworld to be kept captured by hades,

Scotty: wait a second aren’t you Maxie Zeus, the guy who owns that Olympus themed Amusement park, yeah, you murdered your wife who was going to divorce you so you murdered her in you park and your employees testified against you in court and you were sent to the Beloit mental hospital. We’re in the hospital right now aren’t we?

Zeus: yes you are

so to reiterate, you murdered your wife because your batshit crazy and she was going to divorce you, so the the but now that hades and his demons have abandoned his real I have taken it as a my own, this shall become the new Olympus and I do nat take kindly to mortals who try to cause trouble. Minotaur have you and your fellow demons destroy these foolish mortals

[valleynix]

When was lunatic “born” or something like that

it… depends which version we’re talking about 😭

Pre-Miranda (meaning before she took them from the megamycete):

they were created and came into existence as soon as Reader became a “successful” experiment and their eyes became golden. at this point, they wouldn’t be super insane or batshit crazy because they were simply a blank slate and malleable because of their experiences (which is why they were literally terrified of their Dimitrescus at first and constantly hid from them)

Post-Miranda (meaning after she took them from the megamycete and “saved” them):

this happened around a month or so into Reader’s existence? they were then fed lies about who they were and what their purpose was, manipulated for weeks to only care for Miranda’s will and whatever SHE wanted. she basically drove them insane by withholding the praise and love they so desperately craved until they completed what she wanted from them, often punishing them for not succeeding in even the smallest tasks (which is what caused her to force them to mutate)

#asks #lunatic lore #hopefully that answers it 😭 #homie was not always a literal lunatic

[vanilladaises-rp]

TW: Allusion to drugs and addictions, mention of mutilation

Brace my soul

Cause there’s no good in the place I’m going

Irene Bae was like a drug that you inhaled and injected only for a short period of time for a quick spark of pleasure, then discarded after and forgotten about. That’s what it was initially supposed to be like.

But that was the problem. She was a drug: toxic, deadly, and addictive. She made your head hurt and your heart bleed, yet she is the sole reason it beats—for better or worse, you aren’t sure.

You knew what she was, how she was, and while it sickened you, you still indulged in her comfort, sought out her touch, or squirmed underneath her as she carves into your skin as she whispers sweet nothings into your ear while doing so. But the fact that you don’t know—or intentionally ignore—her blatant manipulation is your fault. And no one else can help you with it.

Taking Irene Bae like a drug is not what you intended to do. But it happened anyway.

She calls you when you’re worn out, marks you when you’re around. You don’t know what Irene gains from this or why she does it, aside from her batshit craziness to keep you as hers forever.

You’ve wanted so hard to escape, but the thought of her always seeps back into your veins. And you always come back to Irene, becoming more entrenched into her sadistic manipulations.

She fills the void that she created, takes a piece of you with her every time, forces you to stay when you beg to leave. It’s a repetitive cycle, one that you’ve grown accustomed to, one that makes you don’t know any better.

She’s a burden as much as she is a drug, dressed head to toe in black. You’ve only seen her wear black, never any color, from her janky black leather jacket to her black converse sneakers. And you think it makes sense that a person as cold as her would wear something so stripped of brightness.

“What are you doing here?” you question her as you miserably fail to keep your voice from shaking in fear. The sight of Irene standing in your doorway proves to be way too intense for you.

“You always look so afraid, Y/N-nnie,” she amusingly says as she pushes herself inside, shrugging off her jacket on your couch. If your entire apartment didn’t already smell like her, then the couch for sure will. And you fear that soon the bed will as well, since Irene doesn’t come to your apartment just to talk. “I’m always here, remember?” she smirks devilishly.

Her vigorous gaze causes you to avert your eyes. Irene’s stare has always unsettled you. And now, she becomes this mysterious and terrifying creature that you have ever encountered. She’s no longer like a drug, she is an enigma that is worse and manages to keep you wrapped around her finger.

“Please leave,” you silently mutter as you lower your gaze as you look at the floor.

“No.” Her tone is as stern as it usually is as she extends her hand and clasps your jaw, simultaneously lifting your chin to have your eyes meet hers while she pulls you up to her. Her long nails dig into your skin and her eyes are wide with excitement. And it is never a good sign for you.

Yet she loosens her grip in the slightest when your bottom lip threatens to tremble. For some odd, bizarre reason, her nurturing side seems to seep out at the wrong, worst times. You don’t think Irene can help it. But even if she is a monster, you desperately hope that she still has a heart lying around, somewhere.

“Irene,” you breathe out once more. Her pupils flicker down to your lips. “We’re over. I told you this already. You know this. I don’t want to keep doing this.” Her thumb caresses your lips for a moment as her hand moves from your jaw down to your neck as she gently grasps it and pulls your head closer to hers, too close for your comfort as you feel her breath hit your lips as her other hand now toys with the end of your shirt.

She seemingly ignores everything that you’ve said, which is so typical of her. Irene only hears what she wants to hear and nothing more. She lifts up your shirt, and you grimace when her finger traces over her perfectly carved handwriting on your stomach, a gnarly scar in the shape of a capital, cursive “I” that had you bleeding for a week. You swore to yourself that you would find a way to escape Irene after that. She had done many terrible things before, but that was the final straw for you.

You knew she would stop at nothing to prove to you and others as well that you were hers and only hers.

“I love this,” she laments softly, still tracing the scar. “It’s so beautiful, Y/N-nnie. It turns me on knowing you’re the only man for me.”

“I’m not yours, Irene,” you silently rebuke as tears are now edging at the corners of your eyes, because seeing Irene act and talk like this scares you, perhaps even more so than when she is angry. “Not anymore,” you manage to utter out before you swallow hard, anticipating her reprimand. It sickened you to remember that there was a time, a time where you were willing to receive her destructive affection. But now you were pleading with Irene that you weren’t hers anymore, even if she can’t grasp—or accept-—it.

But perhaps you didn’t grasp the truth that you were Irene’s, especially with her mark on your stomach.

Then you recoil slightly as you see Irene’s jaw clench. “I’m what you need, Y/N L/N.” And you know she’s serious when she uses your full name instead of her pet names for you. “Surprising that it hasn’t gotten through your skull just yet.” Her fingers leave your stomach, and so does the warmth that comes with it.

You despise how badly you miss it.

She sighs, attempting to keep her cool. “Don’t fight me on this anymore,” she says.

“You won’t change,” you respond, quivering in fear as you back up slowly until your back hits the kitchen counter behind you. And she follows you back.

Once again, her warmth envelopes you as one of her hands tighten around your waist while the other reaches to the back of your head, pivoting your head down towards her. And with the both of you breathing heavily, you know where it goes from here.

“Y/N-nnie,” she whispers as her plump lips are inches from yours now, curved up into a smile compared to the frown you observed from her just mere moments ago. Her mood comes and goes, changing constantly. It was too much for you to deal with the multiple sides of Irene. “I love you. I have to hurt you to prove my love. I don’t know any other way.”

It’s a lie. It’s always been a lie.

“I hate you,” you whisper back, yet you lean into her all the same. The second her lips touch yours, the familiarity of it all drowns you and you can’t help it. Irene repulsed you yet you burrow yourself into her as your lips touch.

It was the only thing you knew: Irene.

“If you try to leave me,” Irene grumbles as she pulls away for a moment, “I’ll find you. I’ll find you, tie you up, and you’ll never leave me again.”

The darkness underneath her eyes should’ve made you pull away from her and run away: it was dreadful and unpredictable, but you cursed yourself for finding Irene Bae to be the most beautiful woman you’ve ever laid your eyes on. She was charming as she was deadly, and you still succumbed to her.

You’d like to imagine that Irene was capable of love, even if it was in her own dark, twisted way. But her controlling needs clouded her desire, her love for you, and turned it into something exhausting and horrible.

And yet, you couldn’t find it in you to completely quit her.

🗝

Irene knew she had you on her knees for her, even though your words tried to deny so, your body language and expressions showed otherwise. Irene loved that she could control you, no matter what you were hers, no matter how hard or rough she was, you kept running back to her, “I’ll mark you more, torture you any way i can” she said letting her lips travel down to your neck, biting harshly, her hand tracing the “I” on your torso, “this I looks lonely, keep talking to me like that and I’ll add more letters” she whispered into your ear. “I want you to say it Y/N, I want to hear those three words baby” she said nibbling on your lobe. Whether you meant it or not, the one affirmation she need to hear more than anything was this, hearing this lights a fire under her and drives her completely mad, “come on now, let me hear it kitten, don’t be shy now” she teased squeezing your cheek with a chuckle and a pout, antagonizing you more. Irene chuckled seeing the cold expression you sent her, it meant nothing of course you’re all bark and no bite, you could never be above her, never. “I’m yours mommy” she looked up at you, gripping your neck from behind pushing it down towards her face. Irene looked up at you with a such a sinister look “say it now” she ordered slowly with a deeper voice. This was no way going to end soon, this was your fate, your destiny. Irene would make sure of it.

#rv irene #🗝️

[ruthie0221]

I think about you a lot

Do you think about me

Do you think about that night

That you told me you couldn't do it anymore

Because I was too much?

Do you think about the time you called me your sister

And how you hope that nothing would

EVER

Come between us

Plot twist

My mental health did

You left cause you couldn’t handle

The ups and downs my mental health

Threw at ME

Not at YOU

I just thought you were strong enough

To deal with them

And that’s what family does

Family stays.

Mine didn’t and I know that damn well

Mine always left

Do you think about the paragraphs you sent me

Telling me how much you appreciated me

I still have them

My eyes fill with tears

Everytime I bring myself to see them

“Wow. This is why I can’t hate him”

Do you think about all the times we sat

In the Chase Bank parking lot?

Talking about whatever shit had happened at work

Do you think about all those talks?

All the times you drove me home

Because Domitille didn’t want me walking home?

Do you think about the night I told you to check your texts

Because it was urgent

Because Jaiden killed himself

And all you could do was sit there

And tell me I’m crazy

And you hope I get help

Do you think about that night?

Because I think about it all the time

I think “Wow, this is why Nico left.”

I think about you when the voices quiet down

I thought about you for the first time today

I saw ‘4Lyfer” in my notes

I opened it

I saw the first paragraph you ever sent me

Then I saw the reason you left at the bottom

“It’s that jumping-to-conclusions batshit behavior that really put me off the last few months.

Like dude you’re crazy.

You need help so bad it’s not even funny.

I’d be out just chilling…

Get a 20 chapter novel with works cited on how much you hate me or want to kill yourself or the day that you’re gonna kill yourself like I can’t do that shit anymore.

Not only do I not have the time to stand by you for every breakdown, but I just don’t have the heart in it.

We’re not close anymore, haven’t been for months and I’m fine with it. I

hope you get help, I seriously do, but I cannot do this shit anymore.”

Why were you fine with leaving?

Did I mean nothing to you?

I was used to people leaving

But that was a pain

I’d NEVER get used to

I looked at you and saw a brother I never had

Because my blood brother ruined my childhood

I hated you

Because you were happy and I wasn’t

I was jealous

Because while you were being happy

I was spiraling

I hate you still, I really do.

You were in for half of my 2022

But you weren’t gonna be in the whole of my 2023

I told myself that if you texted me on my 18th birthday

I wouldn’t respond

Because I don’t really feel like having the heart to say

“Thanks.”

And never speak again.

Because that’s what would happen

I’d get a text on my 18th birthday

“Happy 18th birthday, Hannah.”

I’d respond.

And we’d never speak again.

I really hope we never speak again.

Sara said I am too much to handle

If you were the right friend for me,

I’d never be too much.

Never look back at me

Or text

Thinking

Or talking about the mistake you made

Because if you looked back

I’d NEVER be able to move on.

#poetry

[cinema-tv-etc]

Hard to pardon: why Tenet's muffled dialogue is a very modern problem

Christopher Nolan’s latest blockbuster is already infamous for its barely audible exchanges. As sound technology advances, why are films getting harder to hear?

Ralph Jones - Thu 3 Sep 2020

There is a wonderful exchange in Christopher Nolan’s latest film, Tenet, between Robert Pattinson and John David Washington. “Hngmmhmmh,” says Pattinson. “Mmghh nmmhhmmmm nghhh,” replies Washington. Marvellous.

This is how much of Tenet sounded to viewers in cinemas. The film’s dialogue has been criticised by reviewers and audience members for often being impossible to make out. Given how hard Nolan’s blockbuster would be to understand even if all the dialogue was crystal-clear, it is curious that the director has made it doubly difficult to hear the story of a screenplay he supposedly spent five years writing.

But it isn’t just Nolan’s films. It’s a much-repeated claim that movie dialogue is becoming harder and harder to hear. What is going on?

Mathew Price is a production sound mixer who has worked on The Sopranos and The Marvellous Mrs Maisel. “When they take the sound we record on set and kind of undermix it, it feels like, ‘What did we try so hard for?’” he says. Price believes the problem is partly that modern directors have so many more tracks to play with, causing “track overload”, the result being that “the dialogue gets short shrift a lot of the time”. When he watches films or TV shows at home, he turns on the subtitles in case of clarity issues – he is far from the only one – and will limit the TV’s dynamic range.(In cinemas the dynamic range – the range between the loudest and quietest sounds – is wider than on home TV screens, and, although the sound is compressed in the transition to TV, the range can still be so wide that you are forced to turn up the volume for dialogue, then down again for action.) Is it actually a modern phenomenon? Sound engineer Ron Bochar, who was nominated for an Oscar for his mixing on Moneyball, thinks so. “Think about it: the first few Star Wars [films], we heard them all. We heard all the lines. Listen to Apocalypse Now – you hear everything.” Price agrees: “If you watch old movies, you might hear some sound effects here and there but now they go nuts: somebody’s walking across the room in a leather jacket, you hear the zippers clink and the creak of the leather and every footstep is right in your face.”

When television became commonplace in the mid-20th century and challenged cinema’s dominion, cinema needed to distinguish itself; it needed to prove that it could justify people leaving the comfort of their homes. It did so partly by becoming bigger and louder. In an era – and a pandemic – in which home streaming dominates, cinema may be forced to pull out the stops once more. “I think we’re bombarded,” Paul Markey, a projectionist at the Irish Film Institute, says of modern films. “The more expensive movies have got, the more of a bombardment they become on your senses.”

For Bochar, the priority is dialogue. Working with other editors, his job is to layer a film with multiple levels of sound. As he adds layers he has to make sure he can still hear the words. “The first thing I do is create a solid dialogue track, and then everything else has to come up to it and not exceed it,” he says. “Somebody wrote the words and actors are saying those lines, so there’s got to be some priority.” He doesn’t know any re-recording artist who would deliberately obscure a story point.

Sound effects and music tracks exist on faders that can slide up and down. This means that even “a crazy, batshit scene” with numerous layers of sound is easy for a mixer to control. “It really isn’t a mystery. We know how to do it.” This means that Nolan’s use of noisier Imax cameras in Tenet would not explain the problem, as some have suggested.

To complicate matters, there is a disparity between the environment in which the director hears the final mix of a film and the one in which it is screened. Markey says Warren Beatty watched a screening of Bonnie and Clyde when it came out and couldn’t understand why the sound of the bullets was so quiet. The projectionist was turning the volume down. Beatty realised that projectionists, not directors, have final say on a film. Markey says that they could, for example, raise the volume of the dialogue specifically, but they never do – it would mean having to readjust it for every film.

As with most problems, every department assumes that another department is to blame. Although many viewers claim that films are getting louder, Bochar says that the opposite is the problem: “All of us in the industry will tell you point-blank that generally every single cinema is playing it lower than it should be.” A studio’s reference level tends to be around 85 decibels, or 7 on the Dolby scale, he says. But cinemas will often play the film at 4 (around 75 decibels). The Irish Film Institute has been playing Tenet at 4, Markey says, because 6 was “ridiculously loud” when tested. Cinemas will not necessarily play a film at the recommended level of 7 if they feel it is too loud.

In Nolan’s case, Price and Bochar are confident that the director does it intentionally. In a 2019 Reddit AMA, sound designer Richard King – who has worked with Nolan on seven films, including Tenet – said: “He wants to grab the audience by the lapels and pull them toward the screen, and not allow the watching of his films to be a passive experience.”

It’s hard to imagine that Nolan is unaware of the criticism. Price suspects the director wants to make the audience work harder to understand the dialogue; he thinks Nolan believes this will make the film a more immersive, engaging experience. But, Price says, “I think he is the only one in the world who believes that.”

https://www.theguardian.com/film/2020/sep/03/tenet-dialogue-christopher-nolan-sound-technology?utm_source=pocket-ff-recs

Tenet review: Christopher Nolan's thriller is a palindromic dud

#Neon #TV #Sci-Fi

[skeletal-kitt]

#this is just a mood right now and no I will not explain why #I feel like I’m slowly going insane because 5 hours have gone by in 40 minutes #last night 6 hours went by in 30/60 minutes #my internal time clock is all fucked up #I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve slept I didn’t sleep last night at all #I’m pretty sure I was awake all afternoon yesterday I think I woke up yesterday around 1 pm #it feels like it’s been 2 full days since 1 pm yesterday when I woke up but I know that’s not right that’s not what the clocks say #what even is time #time is a social construct that we humans made up for what reason #cause we’re batshit crazy that’s why #humans are crazy and we’re always making up crazy things and time is one of those crazy things that we made up up #I really want to punch a clock right now #isn’t there a meme somewhere of a guy punching a clock #ITS TIME TO STOP ya know that meme #ITS TIME FOR TIME TO STOP *ANGRILY PUNCHES CLOCK*