#certain games = motion sickness

[resizura]

me when the locations of resi have always been important and thats why fixed camera angles are the best way for resi and at the very least the classic games shouldve been fixed camera because—

#resident evil #im biased i admit because i get so motion sick playing OTS #but no the devs saying they were gonna do fixed camera for re2r but thought the OTS worked fine is my roman empire #then they said they ran into trouble with the alligator because they couldnt show it with the OTS cam #hmm interesting almost like certain aspects of your game are dependent on a core mechanic #like the licker intro? gone :( no leon saying ‘oh boy’ #AT LEAST GIVE THE OPTION??? PRETTY PLEASE?

[pretty-little-mind33]

James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: You love James but he loves Lily. It's simple, until it isn't so simple anymore.

Genre: Angst (happy ending)

Warnings: James x Lily mentioned, "unrequited" love, idiots in love, swearing, violence, harassment, crying, arguments, protective!james, jealous!james, stupid!james, Lily isn't a villain—pls i love her!

You know two things for certain—

You're head over heels in love with James. 

He's head over heels in love with Lily.  

In the beginning, you saw the entire situation as some messy game of cat & mouse, and you'd been determined to win. You had foolishly been convinced Lily didn't like James in any way. It never seemed like she had any interest in him. 

And James? Well, James adored your attention. It very clearly sparked his already enormous ego, and you couldn't deny you liked the thrill of him liking your shameless flirting. 

It was fun and harmless while it lasted and it seemed like there was a mutual understanding to both pretend you didn't notice the stolen looks, or shy smiles, the feel of his hand brushing yours in the hallway, the small written notes in class, or the letters he'd sent over the summer…and of course the present he'd left you for your 17th birthday; a small, necklace with expensive tiny rubies. 

It felt surreal. 

It was surreal because the moment you find out James has been dating Lily since Christmas break you feel sick. "Lily? Lily Evans?" You ask your friends, almost choking on your scrambled eggs. 

"Yeah. Apparently, Marls said that Lily kissed James in the Common Room after his practice yesterday," Mary says, immersed in the gossip, "Either way, I heard from Sirius Black that they've been inseparable ever since New Year. He says it's rather annoying."

You hear her muffle a yelp as Pandora kicks her shin from underneath the table. "Oh, I forgot you like James, Y/n," Mary says and sends you a sympathetic smile. 

You feel crushed inside but you force a smile, "Me? Oh, please. I can find so much better than Potter. He was just a silly crush," you swat your hand in the air, "I'm already over him," you say.

Pandora doesn't look like she believes you but she doesn't say anything. Instead, she and Mary let you sit in silence and pretend not to know you're unintentionally staring at James and his friends from across the dining hall. 

James is laughing and your chest tightens. He seems over the moon as he has his arm around Lily's shoulder and she looks at him with a look you've never seen her wear. She actually looks like she's enjoying his jokes now. 

You can't help yourself as you start to compare yourself to Lily. You chew on your nails as you start to remember every insecurity you've ever had and you feel miserable.

You aren't really supposed to feel miserable, you reason, deep down you knew James wasn't yours. He was always hers. He was just waiting for her to claim him and you were a silly distraction.

You pry your eyes away from James and Lily when he stands up. You think he sees you for a moment because you can feel his stare. However, when you lift your head and make eye contact for a moment. James's expression is unreadable and he's the first to turn his head. He grins and continues his conversation with Lily as you're frozen in time.

"Y/n?" Mary calls your name and time resumes.

"Yeah?" you whisper, composing yourself and crossing your arms on the table. 

"Here," she hands you a crumpled-up note and points behind her, "It's from Danny."

You take the note from Mary and tilt your head to see Danny Dulac staring at you from the Slytherin table. Danny Dulac is the Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team. He's tall, extremely smart, and has the silkiest blond hair. 

Danny sends you a smile and motions toward the paper in your hand which reads:

~I heard Potter is out of the picture now. Does this mean you're free for a Butterbeer on Saturday?~

You think it's a joke but when you look up, Danny looks dead serious. Mary leans over and when she sees the note over your shoulder, she exclaims, "Oh my Merlin, Danny just asked you out!" she pushes on your shoulder excitedly and you shush her. 

You stare at the cursive and your mind races. You spent so many years liking James that it had never even crossed your mind that you could like other boys, or that they could like you. 

"Well? Answer him," Pandora insists and makes a little circle motion with her hand. 

Once you find a quill from inside your book-bag, you reply with a small, enthusiastic, 

~Yes!~

* * *

Over the week leading up to Saturday, you try to pretend James and Lily don't exist. 

It's much easier than you imagined because you have Danny's to pay attention to now. Turns out Danny Dulac is a gentleman who carries your books in the hallway and compliments you whenever he has the chance. 

You don't feel the loss you felt when you found out James and Lily kissed—at least not when James isn't staring at you from afar. You knew James wasn't that fond of Danny—being the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain and all—but ever since Danny has been hanging around you it seems like James can't stand the guy. 

It's confusing, especially because James hasn't made any attempts to talk to you since his relationship with Lily became public. 

You sit in Potions next to Marlene when Remus Lupin comes up to you. "Y/n?" he asks in a quiet voice and you look up at him, "It's from James," he shows you the note in his hand and you stare at it like it's one of James's stupid pranks. 

You thank Remus and open it anyway, 

~Meet me at Hogsmeade on Saturday?~

Without a word to Remus, you scribble an answer, 

~I have a date~

You fold the torn parchment and hand it to Remus. You watch him walk back to James and Sirius. When James sees you've actually written him a response, his eyes sparkle and he hides a smile. However, his smile disappears once he reads the contents and you’ve never seen him so perturbed. 

He starts to scribble on the paper and, with his eyes focused on you, hands it to Remus. 

Remus shakes his head adamantly so James then tries to hand it to Sirius, who also shakes his head. James's last option is Peter but the poor boy has fallen asleep on his Potions book. 

You smile. Your attention is pulled from them when you see Danny next to you.

"Hi," he smiles.

"Hi," you answer and the last thing that could possibly be on your mind is James Potter. 

* * *

You pull at the hem of your dress and adjust your jumper nervously. Danny has just made the same joke he made a few hours earlier and you really try and force out another chuckle. 

"You ok? You look a little warm," Danny says foam from the beer lays across his upper lip.

You blink. You like him, you try to convince yourself, he's smart and super handsome and he carries your books for Merlin's sake— 

"I'm completely fine, continue?" you smile sweetly and lean in towards him from across the table. You want to look interested.

Danny smirks and looks around. "Wanna go somewhere quieter?" 

No, you want to say. You won't want to go anywhere with him because that means you have to listen to him some more and he's oh so boring.

Only you don't say no, you say, "Sure," and allow him to take your hand.

Once you've found a small, empty corner of The Three Broomsticks, Danny pushes you to the wall. His hand is resting near your forehead and he leans in as if he wants to kiss you. You panic and push him away, "Oh I'm super warm actually. One second," You turn and your hands tremble as you pull your jumper over your head and let it slide down your arms. 

Danny looks a little annoyed when you turn back around. His eyes lower and he frowns, "Pretty' necklace. Who's it from?" he points out and you look down. 

James's necklace.

"Oh. A friend," you say dismissively and rush to unclip it as it falls into your hands.

"A friend huh?" Danny crosses his arms, "Is it from Potter?"

You feel your cheeks become warm. Why would he ask that? You aren't sure what expression you're making but it cannot be a normal one.

"No!" you say and Danny yanks the necklace from your hands. Your heart sinks as you try to take it back instantly.

Danny holds it away from you, making you feel small, "You can't keep this." 

"Why not? It's mine," your lip wobbles.

"Because it's from him and he has a girl. It's completely inappropriate." 

You lower your arm and your heart hurts. Is Danny right? Maybe you have thrown away the necklace as soon as you found out about James and Lily? Why are you still wearing it? 

"Plus, if you want to be my girl you'll throw away this dirty necklace," Danny snarls as he runs his fingers along the silver chain. You freeze. 

"What?" you can't believe he just said that. 

"What?" Danny counters. He seems confused at your sudden shift in tone. 

"I am not your girl. I don't want to be your girl."

"Bullshit, Y/n," Danny rolls his eyes and stuffs your necklace into his robe. He walks closer, this time menacingly, and you feel stuck. Your hands press against the wall and you look at him. Your eyes brim with tears, mostly in hopes he'll leave you alone when he sees them. Danny just raises his hand and harshly brushes them away with his thumb, "You should feel lucky someone like me even likes you," he smirks. 

You feel like someone just punched you in the gut and you stutter, "Get away from me."

"No," Danny says and leans in. Only, he's suddenly ripped from in front of you and you inhale, surprised. You blink as Danny stumbles when someone seizes his collar. You feel someone else's hand on your shoulder and you turn to look at them. 

"Are you okay?" Kind, considerate, Lily Evans whispers, concerned at your tears.

"What the fuck?!" You hear a loud crack as Danny groans in pain. You look towards the sound and see James Potter take Danny's collar again, his knuckles already stained a little crimson. James looks furious. 

"Did you hurt her?" he hisses and shakes Danny like it's nothing.

Lily soothes you by rubbing your shoulders and she calls James's name as a warning.

"Hurt her? We're on a date, Potter. She wanted it," Danny snarls and you wince. You didn't want it. James looks at you and Lily from the corner of his eye and his heart breaks when he sees your expression.

"Fucking nutter!" James exclaims and punches Danny in the stomach. This time, Danny doesn't just take the hit. Instead, he tackles James and they trip onto the ground. Lily screams at her boyfriend and you scream Danny's name. 

You try to pull Danny away from James but it's only when you hear a loud crack as Danny lands on his left thigh that he pauses. You gasp, covering your mouth with your hands, which makes James pause and he looks confused as Danny pulls out your necklace from inside his robe. The small rubies have shattered and when Danny opens his hand, the chain and the shards drop onto the ground. 

He stands and taunts, "Some gift, huh Potter?" James's expression falls. 

 You crouch down, scooping the, now completely ruined, necklace into your palms. You try to hold in your tears and the world around you turns silent as you look at your present. "Shut it," You hear Lily snap at Danny and she doesn't hesitate to help you stand. Her arm holds yours and she looks almost as furious as James. 

"She's crying because of you, you prat! Does that make you feel good about yourself, huh?" James points out with frustration.

You know he means well, but it doesn't help that he basically announced to the entirety of The Three Broomsticks that you're in tears. You sniffle and look at Danny. His blue eyes shine with a mixture of embarrassment, pity, shame, and resentment.

"Whatever," he just snarls, "She's not worth it. She never was," he says as if you aren't standing directly in front of him. 

"You piece of shit," James hisses but Lily interrupts him.

"James. No," she scolds like a mother and James whips his head around to glare at her.

Instead, he makes eye contact with you and his face falls once more. His posture softens and, to your surprise, he doesn't move when Danny bumps his shoulder to leave. 

"I'm sorry, James," you say sadly, still holding his present. 

He looks confused and tilts his head as walks closer to you. Murmurs drift around the room as students continue to watch the scene. Lily looks around, seemingly just as uncomfortable as you, and James does the same. 

He gestures to the door and raises one of his eyebrows in a question. Lily nods. Quietly, you follow them outside and as you walk.

James and Lily somehow find their way next to each other. It's almost automatic for them and your heart breaks. Lily whispers into James's ear and his eyes glance at you. You look away, insecurities burning your chest. 

"You okay?" Lily asks, turning around when you start to fall back behind them.

You hum and pick at your nails, "I- I'm gonna go," you mutter. Lily wants to protest but, without a word, you stand before James and let the broken necklace fall into his open hands.

He looks at you with wide eyes and then clutches his hand around the necklace so fiercely. He shakes his head and your name leaves his lip but you don't wait for him to continue. You turn to leave—what can he possibly say now that will make you feel better?

"I like you!" His voice resonates in your ears as your breath leaves you. You turn around, almost hurting your neck. You couldn't have heard him correctly. Your eyes bounce to Lily but she doesn't look hurt. She doesn't even look surprised. Instead, she sends you a small smile.

You blink, "Pardon me?" You walk a little closer to James, "You like me? As in romantically or as a person?"

James starts to stutter, "R-romantically."

You look towards Lily, bewildered. "But, you're dating her!" 

  James turns to look at Lily just as she speaks up, "No, we broke up. We didn't even last more than maybe two weeks, Y/n." She laughs, "You two should really talk—" 

James nods at her and then turns to you once more. His arms stretch out as if he wants to make sure you won't run away from him. "Please, Y/n. Hear me out." He sounds so small and for someone with such a big personality, you're suddenly afraid.

You find yourself nodding slowly and let him lead you behind The Three Broomsticks. James lets you lean against the wall and then he nervously runs a hand in his hair.

"James, I don't understand," you say quietly, "You like Lily. You have always liked Lily—I was always just some girl you entertained because you liked the attention. I've always known that."

James's face falls as he listens to you and you see his hands hesitate towards you. "You were never just some girl," he says adamantly.

You frown, "Yes, I was."

"No, you weren't," His voice rises and you press your back against the wall, staring at him as he explains, "Listen, I ended things with Lily. It was my decision. I realized I couldn't stay with her and do you want to know why?" 

You shake your head instantly but he tells you anyway. 

"Because she wasn't you. She didn't make me feel as full as you always do. When she laughed, I never had the same butterflies in my stomach," James pressed his hand to his chest, "My heart didn't feel compressed in my chest whenever I looked at her. I didn't blush at her compliments like I would yours, or want her to smile only because of me. Just like you used to. Bloody hell, I thought of you when I kissed her."

Your entire body feels warm as embarrassment washes over you. "Why did you then?" your voice breaks, "Why did you put me through that? You knew what I felt for you and you chose Lily anyway. How can I trust you now, James?"

You watch his lip tremble as he looks at you with his doleful brown eyes and your heart shatters for the fourth time this hour alone. 

"I don't know," he buries his face in his hands, making an exasperated sound, " I know that answer isn't good enough for you, and I know I can't take back the pain you felt when you saw me with her. I do know that." 

You don't know what to answer. 

James runs a hand over his jaw and looks at you, "I suppose I couldn't let the fantasy go," he admits in a whisper. 

You turn your head away, "Y-yeah—Lily Evans, the fantasy. I understand." 

"W-what? No, that isn't what I meant!" James assures you, "I've been stuck on Lily for years. I know I didn't see you, but—but I see you now."

You stare at him. He looks so upset that your anger turns into pity, "James—"

"Y/n, please don't reject me. I can't bear it," his voice breaks as his eyes water. He walks closer and drops the broken necklace he'd given you in your palm. Your hand closes around it without thinking. "I've been such an idiot but I can't imagine losing you like this."

"You lost me the moment I saw you with Lily. You don't deserve to have me—not like this, and definitely not anymore," you say sternly and watch as you break the heart of the boy you're madly in love with. 

"James, you strung me along for months and months, and then threw me away without hesitation for her. If you liked me, you would have never let me cry over you for weeks," your voice becomes louder. 

James's hurt expression twists and his eyes darken, "You spent your days with Danny Dulac for fucks sake! What the hell was I supposed to do?" he also raises his voice.

"You aren't allowed to be jealous!" you say and push your index into his chest, tears streaming down your cheeks, "You ruined this," your voice dies as your hand flattens on his chest and he grasps it in his. James pulls you closer and leans his head onto yours. 

For a moment, you let it rest there, but then you pull away. "I can't do this," you mutter, "you only want what you can't have, James," you whisper and you know your words would hurt him but you don't care. You hear him call your name as you walk away from him.

* * *

Over the next few months, it's as if you and James never existed. 

You don't speak in class and when James wants to talk outside of classes, you ignore him. Eventually, he stops trying. He doesn't go back to Lily like you'd expected him to. Instead, time goes by, you both graduate, and it isn't until Marlene's 21st birthday that you see James Potter again.

He's in the middle of a small crowd: his smile as bright and wide as you remember. He's laughing like he would in school and you stand to the side of the room, suddenly unsure what to do with yourself.  

When James sees you, his smile falters for a moment. He looks you up and down and when his eyes land on the necklace you're wearing, his heart thumps in his chest and he can't help but wander over to you. You almost run from him, but enough time has passed for you to stay still.

"Hi," James says, looking into your eyes. 

You look up, your voice merely a whisper, "Hi." 

Weirdly, conversation flows easily. You talk about work, hobbies, and eventually you land on relationships. Somehow you've found each other in a secluded side of the room, you're leaning against the wall as James's arm rests near your head. It isn't confrontational—no, instead you feel safe caged in his strong arms. Your eyes train on the muscles of his arm—of course he plays Professional Quidditch now. You need to remind yourself to pay more attention to Quidditch from now on. 

"You seeing anyone?" James hums, his eyes flickering to your necklace again. You fiddle with it subconsciously and shake your head. 

"You?" 

James shakes his head too and he finally asks the question that's been burning his lips, "You fixed it," he raises his arm and his thumb skims the rubies. 

You hum and nod. "I did."

"Why?"

You laugh and look at James. "Because I love this necklace," you pause a moment and you whisper, "And it reminds me of someone."

   James seems surprised and he runs a hand in his curls. He looks at you and leans in a little. "C-can I?" he asks and a part of you wants to shake your head…tell him to fuck off. But, this is James Potter. He's the only boy you've ever loved—no matter who came after him. You nod and James's hand cups your cheeks as his lips press against yours. 

"I've been thinking of doing this for years," he says breathlessly through his kisses. 

I have too, you want to say but instead you just pull him closer. 

"I love you," James says suddenly and pulls away. He looks flustered as he tries to explain himself. "I- I never stopped."

You look at him and utter three words James didn't think he'd ever hear, "Neither did I." 

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[starvity]

— ☆ sides zb1 only show when they’re with you

gn!reader x zb1 (ot9)

genre: fluff, drabble // warnings: insecurities, jealousy, a bit angsty for gyuv and yujin

author’s note: this was such an interesting request and i had so much fun thinking about what to put for each member!! (★ω★)/ [requested♡]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ jiwoong - his funny side

okay i’m not saying jiwoong isn’t funny usually but he would be the FUNNIEST when he’s with you. he's most of the time someone kind of serious and reserved in public settings but then he would suddenly whisper a funny comment (that only you heard) and you would have to fight internally to not burst out laughing. some other time, you’re just getting ready to sleep, already cuddled up in the blanket while waiting for jiwoong, when his silly side would appear. like he would be brushing his teeth then he would start running around and doing some handstands on you idk???? he’s just a silly guy

ੈ✩‧₊˚ zhang hao - his protective side

hao loves himself a good princess treatment. he would always use his puppy eyes to get whatever he wants from you and you both know it, that you can never win. and that dynamic works for your relationship!! but then sometimes you appear in front of hao looking a bit more tired, stressed, or sick than usual and it’s like something switches in his brain. he will treat you like absolute royalty, that being by doing the chores, giving you a massage, cooking for you, cuddling with you? ANYTHING YOU WANT!!! that always happens when you’re away from him too, walking home or coming back late from a party. he will come pick you up whenever he can or at least ask you to facetime him.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ hanbin - his jealous side

i am certain that not a single person on this planet can dislike this man. he is loved by everyone and everyone knows him. when you two go out on a date he would usually be the one to meet like 5 of his friends on the way. but today it was your turn to randomly meet one of your old high school friends in a store. naturally, they come to hug you and keep an arm around your waist while you two catch up on each other’s life. suddenly, you feel hanbin’s arm slide around your shoulders as he pulls you closer. "i’m their boyfriend, by the way." he says, with a smirk on his face and his eyes turning dark.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ matthew - his insecure side

matthew is your biggest fan. he will always hype you up, telling you that you’re the most beautiful and amazing person he’s ever met. he will brag about you to his friends and talk about you to his family all the time. but when you do the same for him, he immediately gets shy, saying that it isn’t true and that you’re doing too much. you frown, repeating that he’s just perfect and he shakes his head again. you cup his jaw with your hands to make him look at you. "you.are.amazing.matt." you repeat, kissing his lips between every word. he lowers his gaze, a pinkish color settling on his cheeks "you really think so?"

ੈ✩‧₊˚ taerae - his calm side

dating taerae can be a bit exhausting sometimes (especially if you’re introverted) because this man YELLS. like it’s not even that he does it on purpose most of the time, he just has a really prominent voice. he would be playing video games online with his friends and he wouldn’t even hear how loud he is screaming because of his headphones. you throw a pillow at him, monitoring a "silence" motion with your index finger as you were trying to take a nap. after mouthing a sorry, taerae delicately turns off his computer, puts his headphones aside and takes his guitar before sitting next to you on the bed. he strokes your hair, apologising with now the calmest voice before he starts singing you to sleep with his sweet voice.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ ricky - his attentive side

you don't even try to figure out what's on ricky's mind sometimes. he would start talking about some random subject, then starts talking about another, then another... he himself would be distracted with his own words when he's talking to you that he would need to get quiet, blink a few times and let out a "what?" before laughing and trying to focus again. he can be easily distracted but he is also really observant, especially around you. one day he started talking about all the little habits you have that he finds endearing and you realised that you weren't even aware that you had half of these.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ gyuvin - his serious side

one thing about gyuvin is that he's always going to make fun of people. and you being his partner gets the WORST treatment. he was on his phone when he suddenly laughs, shoving it in your face. you were horrified when you saw the ugliest picture of you sleeping and started begging him to delete it. he continues laughing as you try to snatch the device out of his hands but, again, he was too tall. without even you knowing, tears roll down your cheeks and the expression on gyuvin's face completely changes. he takes you in his arms, stroking you back and apologising over and over again. later in the evening, you two had a deep conversation and he asks to set boundaries because he never wants to hurt you ever again. (he won't stop making fun of you though, as far as you allow him <3)

ੈ✩‧₊˚ gunwook - his cute side

mister giant baby thinks that his role is to protect you no matter what. he thinks he always need to be tough, and that you're probably just dating him to open jars and carry heavy stuff for you??? "can i be the big spoon today?" you ask, opening your arms for gunwook who had just showered after coming back from practice. he looks at you confused, at first disapproving because blah blah he's the big boy here before sighing and placing his head on your chest. you suddenly see his eyes soften at the sudden contact as you pull him closer. gunwook hums contently and closes his eyes. "not so bad , after all?" you chuckle while stroking his cheek with your thumb. "shut up~" he whines in a cute voice, hiding his face in your neck.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ yujin - his emotional side

you know that it is not easy to read yujin like an open book. and since he's also pretty new to the whole relationship thing, he finds it quite hard to express his emotions, especially around you. you were studying in yujin's room while he was practicing his vocals in the bathroom (the acoustic is good, apparently). and you were so focused on studying for your next test that you didn't hear nor see the door open a minute ago. "can i talk to you?" yujin's voice startles you from across the room and you gulp nervously, inviting him to sit next to you. he suddenly leans his head on your shoulder and your hand naturally comes up to pet his head. "i feel like i haven't been doing really good lately, with my vocals and dancing... and like i don't know if i'm even good enough..." you listen attentively to his worries and reassures him that he's doing great and that you're proud of him. (might have teared up a little).

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[sweet-as-an-angel]

Yandere! GILF Headcanons

Warnings: Implied Smut, Older Man/Younger Reader, Age Gap, Spanking, Jealous Dominic, Manipulation, No Pronouns used for Reader except ‘You’.

♡ Hector had only loved once before meeting you. Likewise, he had only loved once after meeting you. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t interested in you.

♡ On the contrary, when Dominic had pulled up to the sprawling manor Hector orchestrated, expecting to see Marilyn at his side yet seeing an unfamiliar face in her stead, his curiosity was, admittedly, peaked. No small achievement considering this man has done and seen everything this world has to offer.

♡ Dominic explained – in monotone French – that Marilyn was sick, hence she couldn’t come. He’d brought you – a family friend – in her place. You couldn’t ignore the waver in his voice, his pointed stare up at his father, who resided in an almost throne-like armchair behind a mahogany desk.

♡ Hector looked through Dominic and gazed at you. You could see now where Dominic’s predilection for sharp, underhanded stares originated; the founding father of Dominic’s cold architecture.

♡ You felt as if his eyes combed over your very being, unravelling all the tangles in your make-up and laying you down to your most base, threadbare foundations, seeing you for what you really were.

♡ “Very well,” the older man grumbled, only taking his eyes off you once Dominic cleared his throat. Beside you, his son’s fingers twitched. 

♡ You were excused shortly after with Dominic taking you outside, almost jogging down the steps with a haste you’d never witnessed before, and bringing you to a most isolated spot. You’d noticed a collection of staff – chefs, maids, caretakers, gardeners – crawling about the mansion. None of them resided near you now.

♡ “Don’t talk to him unless you’re with me,“ Dominic warned. In his eyes watched a man you’d never seen before. Something vaguely…human in the colour of his irises. Warm. Afraid.

♡ Interaction with Dominic’s father – Hector – was uncomfortable at first. You’d tried to juggle Hector’s hostile hospitality with Dominic’s warnings, ultimately toing and forming between the two since they never inhabited the same space for more than ten minutes whenever meals were served.

♡ One day, when Dominic had to leave the manor on important  business, unable to take you with him, he’d instructed you to stay in your room. He tried to smooth over the jagged brickwork of his command with a suave charm that could put the incarnation of panic at ease, but you could tell – for perhaps the first time – that it felt false.

♡ Dominic left. Hours passed. You grew bored.

♡ You left your room.

♡ And who did you happen to meet whilst trawling the halls, searching for any form of entertainment?

♡ Why, the very man Dominic had forbidden you from seeing.

♡ Hector came down the hall on certain footing, obviously having taken great care of his mobility in his younger years to be able to traverse the many staircases and rooms this residence held. So why did he have so many caretakers?

♡ You scarcely had time to wonder as, before you could hide, he spotted you. Ordered you to come to him. You did, hesitant. He gave you a monotone look.

♡ “You. Come with me.”

♡ You followed him to a door that felt familiar. Inside, his study. On his desk, a pre-set game of chess. He sat at his desk. He motioned for you to join him.

♡ You, with a pounding heart and a strong sense of being out of place, played chess. Hector taught you the best way to win – “For when you compete against Dominic.”

♡ You bantered, lethargic at first, until you found even footing on subjects that weren't just Hector’s only son.

♡ You wondered what it was about his father that Dominic was so keen to isolate you from, to conceal from you.

♡ Nothing you cared for, honestly. Especially when Hector showed you just how solid his sense of humour was, how intelligent he was. How lively he could be despite his initial coldness.

♡ Of course, he was still icy, very blunt most of the time. But you could tell it wasn’t his choice – he was made this way. By who or what, you couldn’t be sure. But what you did know was that you weren’t about to let Dominic’s personal vendetta ruin your budding friendship with his father.

♡ No longer did you hide from Hector’s judgement as you scampered back to your room, the shutting of the front door reverberating through the manor’s great walls; you sought refuge from Dominic’s as he came storming down the hallway, his footfalls faster than he’d have liked them to be as he rushed to check on your condition, to see you after being forced to leave you in his father’s un-care.

♡ After that, you made more of an effort to see Hector. Especially as you had few other people to talk to – Dominic especially as he seemed more and more swept up in sudden business meetings and last-minute supply chain issues.

♡ The longer you spent in Hector’s presence – in the garden, in the library, in his study for more games of chess – the more you began to see slivers of him in Dominic. Scratchings of silver beneath rock; the inclinations of a vein of purest ore.

♡ Though, that did not mean the metal that lay dormant beneath was pure in itself.

♡ On the contrary, when you weren’t around, Hector made full – and I mean full – use of the maids, caretakers and staff at his disposal. Anyone who bore a similar enough resemblance to you was subject to any manner of his objectification.

♡ Lasting stares, increasingly lewd requests, commands to snoop through the few personal belongings you’ve brought with you – the sort of thing any powerful older man will do for the object of their affections.

♡ Sexual matters aren’t off the table, either.

♡ Far from it. 

♡ In fact, it’s bent over the edge of Hector’s desk, whining and whimpering and at the mercy of a man far more experienced than his old age could belie.

♡ He’s so nasty with it, too. He knows his workers will do anything he asks of them – for the right price. And he’s got nothing but money to burn.

♡ God forbid his most recent toy talks back to him, lest they be subject to a thorough spanking by Hector’s belt.

♡ He’s still more than capable of getting himself off without the assistance of his employees, though. He just enjoys the power he has over them. Enjoys the taste of the influence he’ll have over you.

♡ Guy’s a wealthy man, he’s got cameras everywhere. And Dominic knows this. Hence he’s always around to cover you up when you’re getting changed – even if it makes him look somewhat questionable. 

♡ You’re for his eyes only, but he knows his father will find a way to try and sneak a peek of you – to show Dominic that, while in his house, you’re both under his rules.

♡ As was the case now as Hector requested for you come to his study for afternoon tea.

♡ While there, making light conversation, he dropped a question that hung, heavy, between you in a way you couldn’t quite describe/

♡ “Did I ever tell you,” began Hector, knowing full-well he’s not once recounted this tale to you. His old age will afford him the disguise of senility, if only for a short while. You’ll listen, politely.

♡ “About Dominic’s mother?”

♡ You tell him no, that not even Dominic has ever mentioned his mother – or his family – to you before. Hector hummed. Grumbled, more so.

♡ The void in his chest sank lower as he recalled to you the greatest love of his life.

♡ “Too good for this world,” he said, regaling her acts of altruism, of philanthropy. “Someone upstairs must’ve known it, too.”

♡ You had a feeling that ‘upstairs’ transcended far beyond the many dusty rooms Hector had advised you and Dominic not to go exploring during your time here.

♡ He told you, with practiced malcontent, how Dominic’s birth would be his mother’s un-birth; her escort from this life to the next. Hector sniffed, though not for tears. You still jolted forward to comfort him, though.

♡ And he wasn't one to reject your offer.

♡ The portrait of his wife – young and beautiful for a cruel infinity – watched over the two of you.

♡ “So you see,” he continued, “That’s why Dominic doesn’t visit – or I’m willing to guess, talk about – me as much as you perhaps do with your parents.”

♡ Of course, you understood perfectly where he was coming from. Something in him grinned at the idea of even a drop of a villainous hue staining Dominic’s curated disguise, making him scrub and scrub at the veneer until it wore away and revealed the corpse beneath piloted by parasites.

♡ You tell Hector that if he ever wants to talk, you’re always down to listen. Hector grants you a small smile. Artificial warmth. Gently, he slides his hand atop yours, pats it.

♡ You are the singular object his son desires. Hence, you are the object he shall steal from him, for there is no better form of discipline than loss.

♡ And Hector wants Dominic to know what it’s like to lose everything.

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[goingknowherewastaken]

So I just found out that anti-motion sickness glasses are a thing and they look funky as fuck...but...kinda need them

#i struggle with motion sickness #to where i can't play certain pc games #so i will probably be ordering them

[youcouldmakealife]

SOTM: Vinny/Tony, Fourniers; one-trick pony

For the prompt: Dying for a Vinny/Anton update!

Thomas never had time for hobbies, not really. As a child, maybe, but the first time he volunteered to play goalie in house league he knew that was what he wanted to do.

He doesn't mean in a ‘with his life’ sort of way, though it was that too. More like every time he wasn’t actually on the ice, in the net, he thinking about it, practicing skills for it, working on his reflexes, his flexibility. Doing a hundred jumping jacks a day after a teammate’s older sibling told him it’d make him taller. He kept it up even after his coach told him that wasn’t how height worked, just in case he was wrong. Anything to get better.

It’s not that Thomas slacked on the rest of his life or anything — when he was at school he was at school, and when he was with friends, he was with friends, though he did make Meg shoot on him more than he probably should have, and when he was camping with his dad, he was in the wilderness.

But he never had enough ice time to satisfy him, never had enough teammates putting shots on him, never had enough time one-on-one with the Sudbury Wolves goalie coach that gave him some sessions as a favour because he was his teammate Zack’s uncle. Because Zack told him that Thomas had ‘it’.

And if Thomas didn’t have ‘it’ before those sessions, he did after, that edge that nobody else his age had. Advice on his blocker hand, sure, but more important things: on eating a clean diet. On prioritizing mobility above everything else. On what he could play through, and what he couldn’t, and if he didn’t know, to take that time just to be safe. That his mental toughness was as important as his physical toughness, and then some.

He had teammates who would sneak time during the long drives to games in the surrounding towns, entertained by Game Boys, books, Pokémon cards, but Thomas had a bad case of motion sickness he didn’t manage to shake until he was in Juniors, and spent so much time on a bus it started to feel stranger not being in motion. Besides, he was already thinking about the game ahead.

But lack of practice or not, Thomas probably should not be doing worse than two fifth graders at Pictionary. Right after he was worse than them at Just Dance — ‘Uncle Vinny, you’re supposed to be an athlete’ was said, and his feelings are still a little hurt. Also worse at baking cookies, apparently, though all three efforts tasted pretty good to him.

“Can’t you do anything other than hockey?” Vanessa said, so offhand he knew it wasn’t meant to sting, but, of course, it stung anyway.

Thomas doesn’t know how to explain being so focused on one thing impoverishes everything else, and he definitely doesn’t know how to do it in an age appropriate way. It’s good, he thinks, that they don’t understand — at their age he’d already started cutting away parts of himself that didn’t, couldn’t fit. He couldn’t join any of the after school clubs, or play any other sport above house league level. No sleepovers, except with teammates, because he had practice first thing on weekend mornings. At a certain point it was just hockey. It had to be.

Vanessa and Olivia can be anything they want to be. Maybe not literally — there was a point he remembers Olivia wanted to be a mermaid, and he doesn’t know how achievable that goal is, though he does know if he ever brings it up Olivia will furiously deny that ever happened and then refuse to speak to him for the rest of the day.

But they have Fourns and Chloe as parents, two of the most supportive people Thomas has ever met, and Fourns had a long, successful NHL career, so money isn’t a barrier either. They can try everything, do what they’re good at, what they enjoy, what they love. Which is dancing to Rihanna, baking cookies, and hurting a poor goalie’s feelings.

That night, Thomas brings his batch of cookies home with him, because the girls didn’t want them, and eats three standing right at the kitchen island. They’re perfectly good cookies. He doesn’t know what they’re talking about.

Anton comes downstairs when Thomas is on cookie three, hair damp from the shower.

“Good day?” he asks, then says, “Cookies,” before Thomas can actually answer him, shoving one into his mouth.

“Good cookie,” Anton says, through a mouthful of crumbs, squeezing Thomas’ shoulder on his way to the fridge. He doesn’t even notice Thomas beaming at him, too busy investigating, probably because last time Thomas went to the Fourniers he brought back half a cake and two pizzas. The Fourniers don’t do leftovers.

Thomas doesn’t know if Anton would have even played hockey if he wasn’t Vladimir Petrov’s son. It’s not exactly something that could ever be tested. Anton’s been surrounded by hockey his whole life: he literally sat in the Stanley Cup before he ever got a pair of skates. Hockey wasn’t just an option, it was the option.

Anton loves it, Thomas knows that — he wouldn’t have gotten this far if he didn’t genuinely love hockey. Wouldn’t put up with hearing ‘as the son of the legendary Vladimir Petrov…’ if he didn’t love it, or the teammates he calls immature idiots, like he didn’t get into an elbow-off with Thomas over who got the last pancake just last week.

He definitely wouldn’t put up with the media if he could avoid it, and he likes meeting fans more than he pretends he does, especially when they’re kids, but he likes his privacy more, and nobody gets much of that in Montreal, not if they’re playing for the Habs.

Even Thomas finds it a little overwhelming at times, and he not only gets recognised less than Anton does, he loves meeting fans. It makes it feel real to him, when sometimes the practice-game-flight-repeat lulls him into taking it all for granted. There’s only so much time left before it’s all over, and Thomas doesn’t want to waste it.

He’ll probably need hobbies in retirement. Scratch probably: Thomas gets bored when they go three days between games.

And retirement isn’t that far away, he knows — every contract he’s depending on the Habs still wanting him. The minute they don’t, his choice is going to be retiring or going somewhere else, leaving behind his city, his team. Tony, who’d probably take it pretty personally. And that’s if Thomas could even bring himself to do it. He doesn’t think he could. But without hockey, he doesn’t know where that leaves him. Here, he guesses. Making subpar cookies.

“How were the monsters?” Anton says.

“They said my cookies sucked,” Thomas says.

“What?” Anton says, immediately outraged on Thomas’ behalf. “They’re good cookies!”

“I thought so!” Thomas says.

Anton grabs a second cookie, taking a big bite out of it.

“Good cookie!” he says through another mouthful of crumbs. Thomas doesn’t plaster himself against him right then just because he’s afraid the cookie might choke him. He waits for him to swallow.

#fic snippet #thomas vincent #anton petrov #vanessa fournier #olivia fournier #SOTM

[ddejavvu]

if you feel like writing something for it i go sooooooooo feral for competitive and pining hangman and reader!!! i love you!

i love you toooooo <3

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"Get your card out now, Seresin, 'cause I'm not buying this round." You gloat, a sick smirk on your face as your tongue pokes out of your mouth. You're aiming carefully for the dartboard, but you wouldn't complain if the dart bounced off of Fanboy's backside. After all, he is bending over rather obnoxiously close to your game.

"Go ahead, darlin'." Hangman mocks you, a sneer in his voice as he motions with the neck of his beer bottle to the board, "Knock 'em dead."

You do just that. You nail 9 darts into the board, 5 into the bullseye, your personal record, 3 in the second smallest ring, and one that straggles near the outermost ring. Still, a damn good round.

"That's right!" You boast, rounding on Hangman and pointing at your score, "Let's see you beat that, Bagman."

There's typically a hyperfocus that takes over Jake's brain during a round of darts. Especially if it's Bradley he's playing against, but then he's not really aiming for the dartboard, more for the man's shoes.

Now, though, Jake can't focus on his game. There's too much going on, you're swinging your hips in victory to the beat of the song that's playing, and right when he thinks he's got himself concentrated, you whip a strand of hair over your shoulder and it sends a gust of your shampoo his way.

His wrist gives out mid-throw. The dart sails down into the hardwood floor of the bar, stuck in a plank.

"Nice throw, Hangman," You snicker, "But you're supposed to be aiming for the board."

"I got it, I got it," He grumbles, "Just- could'ja not stand so damn close?"

"Why," You look at him with a glimmer of mischief in your eyes, stepping forwards to prop your chin on his shoulder, "Am I distracting you?"

"Get off," Jake growls, but he doesn't have the heart to shove at you. instead he reaches up, toned bicep now flush to your neck. He nudges your face off of him with a massive hand against your cheek, standing square in firing position, "Back up, little lady."

You do as you're told, right into Bradley.

"Oh! Sorry, Rooster," You laugh, and the man grips your hips to scoot you to the side so he can pass, "Didn't see you back there."

By the time you've turned back to the board, Jake has nailed all eight remaining darts into the bullseye, and you have a sneaking suspicion he'd envisioned a certain mustached-pilot while doing it.

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[balis77]

Limbus Faust Theory Time

Ok, so I've been thinking about this for a while. Ever since someone on Limbus' TvTropes page pointed out some Faust (Book) symbolism in Faust's base ego I've had this big fucking theory about Faust that I already know can't be confirmed until her Canto. And considering that (By the current order) that's gonna take like 2 years, I'm just gonna say it now.

Faust is actually a clone of the original Faust.

My evidence

Faust's symbol is a Flask. Now while Play!Faust (and the actual guy he was partially based on) was an alchemist, a flask specifically is a symbol of one character in the whole book/play; the Homunculus. The Homunculus is born as a small flame inside of a glass flask (And yes this is what Father from FMA's initial form was based on), created by Faust's (pre-deal with the devil) assistant Wagner who wishes to see the world. To this end, the Homunculus accompanies Faust and Mephistopheles to a Walpurgis Night (Sound familiar?) where they discover the wonders of nature. At the end of their segment, they shatter their flask and become one with the ocean.

It's weird that Project Moon would give Faust, based on a character who's literally the namesake for the term Faustian bargain, a symbol based on the flask instead of say, a demon. Not to mention Faust's sword saying Walpurgisnacht and her association with the in-game event. Unless of course, Faust isn't supposed to represent Faust himself, but rather the Homunculus. And that word almost universally regarded as a term for an artificial approximation of a human.

Every base EGO (Other than Rodion and Mersault for whatever reason) has a shadow across it that correlates to their respective Sinner's backstory in some way. Of the ones we have so far; Yi Sang's is a wing (Representing the wings he saw on his other self in the mirror and his status as a wing asset), Ishmael's is an anchor (Her previous status as a sailor and metaphorically her weighing herself to getting revenge on Ahab), Gregor's is a bunch of grasping hands (His experiences during the Smoke war), and Sinclair's is a tree with a snake going around it (Representing the temptation Kromer gave him that he gave into, which resulted in his family being slaughtered by her).

Faust's base EGO has the shadow of three separate people standing around her. Going off the original story, these would correlate to Faust, Wagner, and Mephistopheles standing around the Homunculus' flask. This is the specific bit pointed out by TvTropes that gave birth to this whole theory.

The abnormality EGO each character gets also tends to relate to them in some way, on a similar level to how each EGO used in a realization in Library of Ruina represented certain experiences. For example, as of the time of this writing Ishmael has Roseate Desire, Blind Obsession (Both relating to obsession and refusal to let go), Capote (Blind rage), and Ardor Blossom Star (Guidance or the lack thereof without a goal).

Faust's current EGO as of this writing include 9:2 (Forbidden knowledge), Telepole (experimentation), Hexnail (Abandonment), and Fluid Sack (Lack of direction), which in my opinion fits more with a creation trying to find their purpose in life after being free of their creator than someone willing to sell their soul for infinite knowledge.

It's mentioned that Faust rarely sleeps, and she rarely seems to be as affected by things like motion sickness or exhaustion as the other Sinners, which points towards her having some kind of inherent enhancement in some way.

The backstory of the homunculus matches with a shared desire among a lot of the other Sinners who we do know the backstory of; namely the idea of exploring the world and finding people you can truly call companions along the way.

Now, why do I think Faust is specifically a clone of the original and not say, a lab-created experiment? Well:

When we see Yi Sang's flashback to him agreeing to join the Company, we see him being recruited by someone who has to be Faust. She has the same voice actor and character name color... except we also never see her face, and the figure notably isn't identified as Faust and is instead credited as ???. Not only does the game usually explicitly identify a character as long as they've been properly introduced, but even the "But Yi Sang didn't know who it was at the time" doesn't work considering he's remembering and knows who Faust is now.

Faust is Sinner #2 instead of Sinner #1. While we can't be certain that Sinner numbers are based on recruitment order (Though there does seem to be some precedence in that Heathcliff seems to have been around when Ishmael was recruited, and he's #7 to her #8, and #10 Dante may have been recruited in their original self before Sinclair, Outis, and Gregor and simply never introduced to the group) it's odd that someone who otherwise acts as the head of the company (Recruiting Vergilius and Yi Sang, making the bus, etc.) would only be #2. In fact it's odd for that person to be in the field in the first place.

We know cloning is possible in the City, enough so that the Head outright has a law governing it. Namely, that only one copy of a person can exist within the City after week's time period. Note how that's worded. Only one copy of a person can exist within the City after a week's time period.

Conveniently, we now know the inner workings of the bus just so happen to have a portal that leads to different parts of the Outskirts.

Faust has a habit of referring to herself in third person, but she's a bit inconsistent about it. In fact, a lot of the time it happens when she's boasting of knowledge specifically. But maybe she's not saying things in third person. Maybe she's intentionally saying "Faust is a well-renowned genius" instead of "I am a well-renowned genius".

Faust being a clone would also fit with who actually runs the company itself. It doesn't seem to be the Purple Tear (The three who attack Dante in the prologue seem to be her agents) and Faust is the one who seems to give everyone instructions, including both Dante and Vergilius, yet there has to be someone coordinating all the other aspects of the company like arranging travel and the Before and After teams. But maybe it is Faust doing everything. Just not the same Faust we're interacting with.

To sum it up, I think Faust is the one running the company, but not the same Faust who's part of the Sinners. I think she made a clone of herself, imparting all her knowledge into it before going to the Outskirts to run the company from there (Just like how Ayin and Carmen had their original facility there), leaving the clone to fulfill its own desire to see the world and also take the risk involved with becoming a Sinner in her place. The reason Vergilius gives so much respect to Faust? Because she's a proxy of the original, the original who recruited him and the other Sinners in the first place. The various shady shit Faust does? All on orders from the original. Faust's constant boasting of her own knowledge in third person? She's trying to convince herself that she's as good as the original Faust instead of just a copy.

If anyone has any evidence they can think of, feel free to reblog with it.

#limbus company #limbus company faust #theory #character analysis #faust

[stealeroflemons]

eah characters on road trips because I'm going on a road trip but our RV had a bunch of mold so now we're taking a car instead hahahaha send prayers for my sanity please #23

imagine they're all on a roadtrip in a bus or something idk

Briar is 100% napping half the time no matter how long the trip is

She brings pillows, blankets, and the "super comfy neck pillow" her mom gave her during Thronecoming and headphones

Faybelle is a huge sour candy fan and refuses to share with anyone but Briar (little secret here, Faybelle buys a shit ton of snacks purely for her and Briar to share together)

She also has to sit a certain way so her wings don't get too cramped

Maddie is asking "are we there yet" every twenty minutes, making everyone miserable, until Lizzie makes her drink a sleepy-time tea

Lizzie is playing card games with Kitty when Kitty isn't taking a cat nap

Apple gets major motion sickness (which is weird because she rides a dragon just fine) and always feels bad when people complain about her having her window open

Melody and Sparrow argue over who's music to blast on the bluetooth speaker until everyone agrees on singing whatever's on the radio station to pass time

Hunter and Ashlynn are playing "I spy" with different plant species and Jillian and Nina join in halfway through out of boredom

Ginger bakes everyone treats for the trip and sorts them in little goodie bags with their names on them and almost everyone finds it adorable

Raven is tuning everyone out listening to podcasts about self help and how to deal with social anxiety

Rosabella and Darling sit together and nap on each other's shoulders because they thought it was a great idea to have a movie marathon the night before in their dorm

Daring and Dexter kind of awkwardly sit together, not really knowing if they should talk to each other or just do their separate things

The Wonderlandians will speak in Riddlish to each other and solve puzzles together like they did when they were kids

Cerise and Ramona are itching to get out of the bus the entire trip, complaining that their legs are cramped and that they need to run off some energy

Farrah and Cedar are probably the most tame people the entire trip besides Meeshell and Humphrey

#ever after high #eah #briar beauty #faybelle thorn #apple white #bribelle #kitty cheshire #lizzie hearts #raven queen #cerise hood #maddie hatter #alistair wonderland #bunny blanc #daring charming #dexter charming #darling charming #rosabella beauty #melody piper #sparrow hood #ginger breadhouse #jillian beanstalk #nina thumbell #ramona badwolf

[justagalwhowrites]

Buycika

Buycika - Cradle

You and the Mandalorian spend time with your clan. A Beskar Doll drabble set after the main story, shared in honor of 1,000 followers. Beskar Doll can be found in its entirety here.

Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Female Reader (Doll from Beskar Doll)

Warnings: Very mild smut. Fluff fluff fluff. Din Djarin being a dad so protect your ovaries! No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only

Length: 1.1K

“Your children have been in rare form.” 

You could almost see your husband smile below his helmet, carcass slung over his shoulder as he walked back toward the Razor Crest from the forest. His beskar shined, glinting in the sunlight. 

“Really?” He asked, dropping the animal to the grass. 

“Really,” you smiled a little as he removed his helmet, tucking it below his arm. His hand went to your cheek, fingers sliding into your hair as he tilted your head to kiss you, lips soft and warm. “Do you know how hard it is to keep something out of reach of two Jedi? The answer is very. I’m going to kill Karga for telling them he gave us cookies for them, I swear…” 

The two of you turned to look at your children playing in the grass. You were certain it was a game that Grogu had invented, a small rodent that he’d found hovering between him and his sister, floating back and forth between the two, almost like they were throwing a ball in slow motion. Aidla’s nose was scrunched in concentration but she was smiling, her long, dark curls - just like her father’s - hanging halfway down her back. She hadn’t wanted to sit still enough for you to braid her hair today and you hadn’t bothered to fight her on it. You’d have to spend a fair bit of time pulling the grass and leaves from it later but you didn’t mind. 

“Aidla is getting to be big enough to come along with me for these kinds of hunts,” Din said. “I’ll bring her next time. She’s got a good eye…” 

“Buir!” Aidla noticed Din had returned and scrambled to her feet, running for her father, her small arms outstretched. “Can I?” 

“Not sure you deserve it, giving your mother trouble while I was gone,” he frowned a little but put his helmet on her small head all the same. She shrieked with glee and he scooped her into his arms. “Mandalorian girls are respectful of their parents…” 

“We were just practicing!” She needed both hands to lift the helmet enough to expose her pout. “Mama said we have to practice…” 

“I never said you had to practice by trying to get at things you know you’re not supposed to be into darling girl,” you said. 

“But Aunt Sosha lets me practice with cookies!” 

“Aunt Sosha would let you get away with murder,” you rolled your eyes. “You don’t get to set the bar by what Aunt Sosha lets you do…” 

There was a small squeak and you and Din both looked to Grogu, the leg of the creature he and Aidla had been playing with hanging out of his mouth, his eyes wide and ears slightly drooped. You sighed and went to pick him up, carrying him to his father and sister as he swallowed the rest of the creature. 

“One of these days you’re going to make yourself sick doing that,” you said, wiping a tuft of fur away from the corner of his mouth. He looked at his sister who let the helmet fall back over her face. 

“He says no he’s not, Mama,” you could hear the smile in her voice. “He says it’s good!” 

“I’m sure he does,” you smiled a little, shaking your head. 

You watched your children play in the grass on the uncharted moon you and Din had first visited together years before. You’d returned here regularly since, never seeing a sign of another person in all your trips. It was the ideal place to bring your children after a round of hunting and visiting family, the two of them always restless after weeks of closely following the rules laid out for them by their bounty hunter parents. 

This time, you had four bounties sitting in the ship in carbonite, hunts getting easier now that Aidla was big enough to help. She loved watching for quarries through binocs, loved handing you and Din weapons or binders. She even loved translating things, picking up languages just as fast as you had when you were a girl. Aidla found the whole process fascinating, happy to just be a part of what her parents did for work. Grogu was still happy to play with whatever trinket you’d supply him, he and Aidla often communicating silently through the force both when you were on the job and when you weren’t. 

But as happy as they both were to join you and Din, they were even happier to have a chance to run and play and be children. It was something you and your husband could both appreciate, even more so now that you were parents. They were having the childhoods both of you had missed, having a chance to grow into life instead of being thrown into it by war. 

That night, once your children were asleep, the Mandalorian took you on top of the Razor Crest. You undressed each other slowly and he held your hips as you straddled him, sinking onto his hard length as the galaxy sparkled overhead. You rode him until you came around him and he moved you to be below him, pressing deep inside you, his large hands ranging over your bared skin as you looked into his eyes, eyes that were reserved for you and your children alone. He moaned as he filled you, his mouth against your neck, his orgasm making you come again. 

Din held you close after, the two of you looking at each other and the stars overhead, breathing in night air and each other’s skin. 

“Do you ever worry that they won’t survive out there?” You asked quietly, your body against Din’s, your leg hitched over his hip as his hand skimmed the outline of you. “That we’re failing them because we’re not training them the way we were?” 

“No, Cyare,” he said gently, kissing your forehead, then down the bridge of your nose before pressing a kiss to your lips. “I don’t.” 

“How?” You frowned. “I know the galaxy is different now but…” 

His hand left your side and found your cheek, tilting your chin gently so you were looking him in the eye. 

“We are raising warriors,” he said, his thumb brushing your cheekbone. “They are strong and they are capable. But they are also tenderhearted and soft and that is not a weakness, Cyare, that is, perhaps, their greatest strength. They’ll recognize love better than we did when they find it, and they will protect it well. We’re giving them the best of us.” 

You smiled a little, reaching for his face and holding your riduur gently in your hand. 

“You’re right,” you said. “The galaxy doesn’t stand a chance.” 

#fanfic #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x original character #the mandalorian x female reader #the mandalorian x you

[codemagister]

The Doctor tapped his hands against the little desk that the Brig had brought in earlier..saying something about how the two time lords could use it for work.

Not that the Doctor would be able to work in these conditions anyways. The little sound effects from Koscheis games prevented that.

He glanced over at the man in question and sighed, his lips parting to speak before he ultimately decided not to for at least several minutes.

“…I’m so sorry, for everything. I am so very sorry.”

[ @the-third-article ]

He spent a while ignoring the tapping and the sighing from the Doctor, he'd even turned up the sound on the game to help drown it out.

Candy Crush, it was a game of repetitive motion and thinking, strategising your next move, as well as the new few moves, how to get something to fall in just the right spot to get the power-ups to finish each level with the best score you could possibly achieve.

The tapping and the sighing suddenly stopped, and the Master found himself freezing up at the other Time Lord's words.

No, no, no, no, he hadn't been ready for a conversation like this, he'd been trying to prepare himself mentally!

His stomach felt as though a sheet of ice had settled upon it, sick, sick, he was certain he'd be sick, he glanced at the bathroom, but found himself unable to move, like a deer in headlights.

Breathe, he had to breathe, in and out, count them, he glanced back at the tablet, his eyes were wet and drops fell from them, landing on the screen with little taps.

... Oh, he was crying.

How mortifying.

#dw rp #the master #3rd doctor

[yelenabelovasbxtch]

Locker Room Sex

Shuri x f!reader Basketball player

A/n: hi everyone! Are you also shocked I didn’t write one story and dip for another 6 months?😂 couldn’t leave you guys hanging after the last smut-less shuri story. Also I’ve heard the cries over the professor series I promise I’m thinking abt it and gonna try writing smthn soon! I’m just in my Shuri era y’know what I mean😩😫anyways, enjoy! Submit requests if u feel like it.

Warnings: Smut! 18+ oral fingering and Shuri being a fine ass mf

Word count: 2102

TAGLIST: @yelenaslyubov @youreatotalposer @jeyramarie @flosbelova @bridgecitybrad @justthis-stuff @chloe7076 @ailenepuff @thorya22 @ravenclawbitch426 @mellowladyangel @amcg0605-blog @kassies-take @yelenaswife1996 @wandanatchick @lilroachsworld

“y/n what are you doing?” Your Coach asks as he sees you pulling folding chairs out onto the court.

“Just getting some shots up, coach.”

“Y/n, I think you can afford to take the rest of the night off after that game. 25 points in 28 minutes is not exactly an easy thing to accomplish.”

You let a small chuckle come out under your breath, “Gotta make it 28 in 28 next time coach, only one way to get there.”

He smiled at you, waving his clipboard in the air as he walked towards the door. “You know the drill, don’t forget to lock up when you’re done.”

“Sure thing.”

The gym cleared out pretty quickly after the game and before you knew it, it was just you, the ball and some blaring music. You can’t work out in silence obviously. You start practising your dribble combos around the chairs with clean finishes down in the paint. Spinning off the “defender” for the quick pull up fade away middy getting banked in. Putting in the late hours wasn’t new for you, you pretty much lived for the sport and when you weren’t eating or sleeping you were playing basketball. You didn’t get too deep into your practice when you saw one of the gym doors open and a familiar face walked through the door.

Fuck– you thought to yourself.

She is the most effortlessly attractive person you have ever met…well…seen? I guess “met” is a stretch. You technically have never really talked to her, there was that one time when you briefly interacted in a class but you were fairly certain she did not know who you were. You, of course, knew who she was. You had been crushing on Shuri for quite some time now and no of course you never have worked up the courage to talk to her. She was wearing this purple-y blue tracksuit that just looked insanely good on her with some of the cleanest sneakers you’ve ever seen.

“Sick game 8.”

You glanced up from the ball you were holding and made eye contact with her as she had the most devious but sexy looking smirk on her face. Her chin held high as she complimented you basically causing you to freak out on the inside like a little school girl and she didn’t even know it.

“Thanks” You reply, trying your hardest not to sound like you were absolutely losing it.

“25 points is pretty crazy.”

You feel your cheeks flush, “yeah, aha”

She knows your stats from the game?

“You gotta work on that footwork in the paint though, the bigs will just eat that shit up if you don’t know how to work around them.”

“Oh is that so?” You reply. Where the fuck did that come from? Oh is that so? WHAT? Tell me why I thought that was the right response to that?

I guess we’re committing to this random burst of confidence I got now.

Shuri’s eyebrows raise at your comment with a small smile creeping across her face.

“Hit me.” she says as her hands raise up motioning for you to pass her the ball.

“Look, you gotta attack the paint here just like you were but instead of going for the layup and getting blocked every time you gotta stop, plant two feet fake jab right, turn left, sweep and shoot.” She says as she demonstrates footwork that is honestly cleaner than what more than half of your team can do.

You look at her with slight shock and try not to be absolutely obvious about it but clearly you weren’t hiding it well enough based on her reaction.

“Didn’t expect that?” She says with a laugh, “your turn,” she tosses you the ball.

On the first try you manage to pull off the same move with ease.

“Okay, okay, I see you Y/L/N.”

What– so she does know who you are?

Honestly hearing her say your name even if it's just your last name was making you feel all sorts of things.

“How about we see how you do with some actual pressure now hm?” She says as she positions herself just in front of the net ready to play defence on you.

You drive to the net about to pull the same move that she of course easily predicted, resulting in you being blocked and kind of embarrassed.

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that 8. Pulling my own move on me? C’mon.”

You feel your cheeks getting rosey again and your heart is racing and it is definitely not because you were working up a sweat playing basketball. She had you feeling unbelievably flustered as she made direct eye contact with you as her hands were up reading to guard you and whatever move you chose to pull off. You start your dribble, staring her down as she smiles back at you, making you unbelievably nervous. You start to run towards her, hit her with the hesitation that she did not fall for, faked right, euro stepped around her and laid the bucket up and in.

A smile crosses your face as her brow furrows.

“Okay, okay, so she got moves I guess. We goin’ again?” She said ready for you to check the ball.

After about 45 minutes you were starting to feel a little wiped.

“I gotta hand it to you 8, I didn’t think you had it in you but damn you play a mean game.”

You just sort of chuckle as you take down the last gulp of water in your bottle.

“Man I gotta get out of these clothes, could you point me in the direction of the change room? I got an extra outfit in my bag.”

“Yeah, I can show you I gotta bring the balls back anyways.”

You and Shuri walked to the changeroom, and it’s definitely safe to say that the two of you were border line friends now after that entire experience.

When you get into the change room, you head to the sink to wash your hands from the filth that are the school's basketballs and as you look up in the mirror you catch a glimpse of Shuri taking her shirt off in the reflection of the mirror. You quickly look back down at your hands and act like you did just see her toned abs and arms. All that time spent together made you forget for just a moment how nervous she makes you.

“Ah shit—“ you hear muttered from behind you.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah I uh I just thought I had an extra shirt but I only have pants.” She says

You turn around to face her as your eyes quickly dart to the floor as she’s standing there in pants and a bra. “I uh— I have an extra clean hoodie if you want to borrow it?”

“Man really? That would be great thanks.”

“Cool, I’ll just um grab that.” You say as you start walking to the area of the change room with the player lockers.

You start rummaging through everything in your locker and finally find the hoodie, when you turn around Shuri is standing right behind you, still with no top on and your eyes didn’t know where to go but you could feel her staring at you.

“Here” You say holding the hoodie up practically right in front of your face.

You hear a small chuckle from behind the hoodie as her hand comes over the top pulling it down so she can look at you. Your eyes trail up her body to lock on her face that's looking down at you. She takes a step forward backing you up against the locker, your heart is racing unbelievably fast.

“Do I make you nervous y/n?” She says slowly under her breath.

Your mouth opened to respond but nothing came out. The smile on her face grew when she realised how tense you looked.

“Relax love, there’s no need to look so stressed out.” Her hand slowly comes up to your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Her fingers trail along your jawline until they reach your chin giving it a soft tug, tilting your face up towards hers. “May I?” Shuri whispers.

Your head was nodding before you even processed what she said and before you knew it her soft lips connected with yours as her hand made its way to behind your head, fingers running through your hair.

Nothing has ever felt so natural before, her lips fit perfectly in yours. You could tell from the kiss alone she had much more confidence and experience than you did. Your hands didn’t even know where to go while hers went everywhere they wanted to.

You felt her hands slowly go under the hem of your shirt and the skin on skin contact made you let out a small whimper. You’ve never experienced anything like this before and her touch alone was enough to make you pool in your underwear.

She bends over slightly grabbing you on each of your thighs and pulling you up against her, wrapping your arms around her neck and legs around her torso as she continues to kiss you again. Her hands gripped your ass as the two of you passionately made out, fuck you wanted her so bad. You want her to kiss and touch every inch of your body and make you beg for so much more.

With your legs still wrapped around her, Shuri walks you over to one of the benches, and gently lays you down on your back. Her chain is practically resting on your throat as she hovers over you, only inches apart. Her lips start kissing your neck, leaving a trail, making sure to go as slowly as possible just to see you squirm beneath her. She kept kissing a soft spot just above your collarbone causing shivers to shoot down your back. You could barely sit still and you just knew she was going to make you beg for it.

“S-Shuri please.” You whisper.

Her demanding eyes looked up at you, undressing you in her head with a smirk across her face.

“I do like hearing you beg for it but you’re lucky I’m feeling generous today.” She says as her fingers dig into the band of your shorts, pulling them off you. She starts leaving small kisses on the inside of your thighs, taking her time, making sure that you were brought as close to the edge as possible without giving you the touch you craved the most. You could feel her breath on you causing your head to tilt back and your eyes to flutter.

She laid soft kisses on your pussy causing your breath to hitch. Your lack of experience meant you had no idea what anything was going to feel like.

Her tongue gently pushed between your folds causing your entire body to tense and relax which you could hear her smile over as she went down on you. Shuri painted circles over your clit starting slowly and gradually increasing in speed and pressure. She could tell how excited you were getting which caused her to pull back ever so slightly. You didn’t realise how amazing the touch of her tongue felt until it was gone.

Her tongue was replaced with one of her long fingers which steadily entered you soon after.

“F-fuck.” you groan.

“That feel good princess?”

You slowly nod your head letting out tiny moans as she puts in another finger and gives them a slight curl to hit your G-spot. Her tongue starts running along your clit, God, it felt like she was spelling out the entire alphabet in swift movements.

Your core began to tighten as her pace increased. Your one hand is clenched onto the back of the bench while your other has her head in hand. You gripped her tightly pushing her face deeper into your pussy as your heart continued to race.

“S-Shuri– I am so close.” You manage to get out just before you let out a loud moan and your back arches up off the seat.

Her pace slows as you come down from the most sensational high you’ve ever felt.

As you catch your breath, she comes up to you and gives you a kiss where you taste yourself on her lips.

She pulls away only inches from your face with a smile, “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for.”

“Me too” You say softly.

– The End –

#mcu #wlw #black panther #shuri #shuri fic #shuri wlw #wakanda forever #marvel #mcu wlw #shuri smut #shuri wlw smut #shuri request #marvel wlw #mcu smut

[justepilepsy]

Do you happen to have any information on the Harding test and if any companies are required to use it in the US? Like if online ads are required to use it, games, etc.

I had a few seizures from Psychonauts 2, and the game does not have a flashing lights warning. I requested that to be patched in so no one else might figure it out by experience like me. The staff responded well, and mentioned that Microsoft should have done internal testing. I found Xbox's gaming accessibility guidelines for photosensitivity, and it mentioned the Harding test as what they use to check for photosensitive accessibility. I'm trying to find more information on how it works, but can't. All I can think is that maybe it is like PEAT (Photosensitive Epilepsy Analysis Tool) but more robust. I would ideally like to not send in £30 + a clip for checking how it works for their online testing with content I know can give me a seizure to see if it picks up on that.

- @crippled-kunikos

Hi Anon, I've been sitting on this for a while and been thinking on how to answer this. I don't have any additional information outside of what's available to the public regarding th Harding Test. I have some personal opinions by now on flashing lights however, so maybe this helps you in some way, but beware that this is all based on my own experience/observations:

To my knowledge the Harding Test was created to detect the worst of the worst flashing lights and photosensitivite effects. So this means, that there is a certain threshold that must be passed in order for it to be like "Beep boop this stuff bad!" So. What about all the other stuff that is very flashing lights, but not flashy enough to kick off this response? Well - that stuff is potentially triggering too, but less likely to like... to the average (non-photosensitive) person. Now - I am quotig wikipedia here, so not the best source but the wording puts it well:

"Any such over limit violations give rise to the media being failed. Otherwise the media is passed fit for broadcast and a pass certificate can be automatically generated." https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harding_test

So, to me this means: The Harding Test has a specific limit/amount of flashing lights that needs to be reached for it to flag something as dangerous. It's basically detecting the worst of the worst. But it does not seem to be designed to catch flashing lights that are only dangerous for "some" part of photosensitive people. Photosensitivity seems to be a spectrum, when you look around on tumblr, users have a lot of different tolerance levels for this! Some get triggered by a still image that is otherwise pure red, others are mostly fine. Some people experience motion sickness via rapid scrolling, some people don't. So.. The Use of the Harding Test is no 100% guarantee that a game will be absolutely SAFE for every level of photosensitivity. Also - to my awareness, the XBOX accessibility guidelines are just that. Guidelines. They are not mandatory to be applied during development. They are a toolkit and ressource pool for Developers, but not a "Must have" for every game. It is great that this ressource exists!!! BUt it isn't a mandatory step within the development of games. I reckon, it's possible that Psychonauts 2 was run through the Harding test by microsoft, but none of the footage run through was severe enough to reach that threshold for the Algorithm to go "Beep Bop this sucks!" Hence the game made it in as is. On the note on how the harding test works - I think looking at movies makes it also clearer, that the Harding Test has a certain threshold that media needs to pass, but this revision won't guarantee absolute safety. Looking at Spiderverse and the Incredibles 2, the movie's intense strobes were certainly reduced for the UK movie theatre release. But the reduction of the effects in Incredibles 2 was only just enough to pass the test, it did not make the movie less dangerous to a wide audience with differing photosensitivity levels. I hope this helps!

#actually epileptic #epilepsy #photosensitivity #movies #gaming #microsoft #psychonauts 2 #xbox #harding test #spiderverse #incredibles 2 #seizureverse

[thelampisaflashlight]

A Home Below

[A reintroduction to Jeremy, one of my OCs, who lives and works in the abbey. I reworked his characterization a bit/changed a few other things here and there, but he's mostly the same as before. As usual with these kinds of stories, you get to vote on who Jeremy will be interacting with in a poll at the end.] Below the cut.

Jeremy's never been fond of driving, he hates the traffic, hates the anxiety of it all, but mostly he hates that everyone was right; There is a certain kind of freedom in being able to pick up and leave a place whenever you like.

He still doesn't like it though.

If he's completely honest, he doesn't like being in cars at all.

In particular, if he has to sit in the backseat, he might as well just get out and walk.

There's too much to unpack as to why he hates it, but he chalks it up to motion sickness -because indeed the idea of sitting back there is nauseating to him- and leaves it at that.

"Daaad~?" a tiny voice calls to him from behind, "Dad, are we there yet??"

Jeremy sighs, the tense expression on his face easing up a bit as he peeks in the rearview mirror at his son.

"There's still a little ways to go, Bug." he tells the boy, catching big, blue eyes starting back at him, "...You've been pretty quiet back there. Did you fall asleep?"

"No..." the child responds, rubbing his eyes and yawning, "...Didn't."

"Okay." Jeremy smiles, returning his attention to the road ahead.

"Dad?"

"Yeah, kiddo?"

"...Why isn't Granny coming with us?"

Jeremy drums his fingers on the steering wheel to keep himself grounded.

"Whitney, do you... do you remember what we talked about?" he asks, "When we were at the house with Granny?"

"That Granny is getting re-something'd to Mr. Harper?"

"Remarried." Jeremy says, "Which means Mr. Harper is moving into Granny's house... and..."

"And Mr. Harper doesn't like Dad." Whitney mumbles softly.

Jeremy frowns, but nods.

"Yeah. Yeah, Mr. Harper doesn't like your old man much." he laughs, "But... But Mr. Harper likes Granny a whole lot, and Granny likes Mr. Harper."

"But Granny also likes Dad..."

"Granny does like Dad, but it's a different kind of like." Jeremy rolls his shoulders.

"Why?" Whitney asks.

"Why what, kiddo?"

"Why... why doesn't Mr. Harper like Dad?"

Jeremy purses his lips and fiddles with the radio, flipping through the stations, "I dunno, sweetheart, it's... It's grown-up stuff."

Whitney pouts, "It's always grown-up stuff."

"...How about we play a game until we get to the abbey, huh?" Jeremy proposes, looking back at Whitney in the mirror again, his frown deepening as he sees the boy staring out the window sadly, "...I know..."

"I know this is a big adjustment." he says, "And you know... you can, you can talk to me, yeah?"

Whitney sniffles, swiping his hand under his nose, "Y-Yeah... Jus'... Jus' gonna miss Granny..."

"...Me, too, Bug." Jeremy lies, "Me, too."

.

.

.

"Dad, why does that goat have boobies?" Whitney asks, his cheek squished to Jeremy's leg as they walk through the front hall of the abbey -refusing to be picked up or hold his father's hand, but wanting to remain as close as possible in an unfamiliar space- staring up at the statue of Baphomet, which is, thankfully, covered by a bit of subtle drapery across the chest... albeit not enough to avoid notice.

Jeremy clicks his tongue, regretting using the main entrance and not the side door near the parking lot. He'd wanted to save time and get to the offices upstairs quicker, but somehow he had managed to forget this one particular statue and...

"It's not polite to stare." Jeremy settles on after weighing his options, "Sometimes statues have boobies."

"Ah, okay..." Whitney hums, "...Is this our new house?"

"Mn, not quite." Jeremy says, walking over to the stairs, "C'mon, you have to let go and hold Dad's hand so we can get up the stairs safely, alright?"

Whitney frowns, removing his face from Jeremy's leg, the print of his jeans pressed lightly onto his round cheek.

"Where is our new house?" he asks, "Is it inside this house? ...You could fit... a bajillion of Granny's house in here."

"It's downstairs." Jeremy says, watching Whitney hop up the steps, "We have a whole apartment to ourselves, with a kitchen and two bedrooms, so you know what that means?"

Whitney blinks at him, "...Granny has a room to sleep in here when she visits?"

"Not quite. It means you finally have your own big boy room." Jeremy informs him, "And you get your own separate bed instead of the trundle, isn't that fun?"

"...Can it be a dinosaur bed?" he asks, eyes sparkling, "I want a dinosaur bed."

"Well, it can't be a dinosaur bed, but we can get you dinosaur sheets, how about that?"

"And a dinosaur?"

Jeremy snorts, "We'll see."

As they make it to the top of the stairs, Jeremy picks Whitney -who almost immediately goes limp in protest- up, and heads down the hallway to a glass door with a paper sign on it that reads, "Staff Daycare" in big bubble letters, "I have to speak to someone very important, so I need you to be on your best behavior while I go talk to them."

"Why can't I go with you?" Whitney complains, leaning back as far as Jeremy's arms will allow him to.

"It's going to be very boring," Jeremy says, opening the door, "and you'll have a lot more fun playing here than having to sit quietly."

"Nuh-uh." the boy protests, "I can be quiet!"

"Maybe next time."

After handing Whitney off, Jeremy makes his way back downstairs, and takes a left down an empty corridor, his heart pounding in his chest.

Despite having worked for the abbey for nearly a year now, he still feels... out of place.

And a small part of him worries that when he reaches his destination, that they'll have changed their minds about letting him and his son live there.

He's not some high level clergyman, or even a member of the church; He's a custodian, one of five tasked with maintaining the property, but his circumstances are a little different than his peers'.

Taking a deep breath, Jeremy follows a winding path around the abbey to a section of the building that transitions to a more modern aesthetic -a later addition to the structure- with white marble floors and walls lined in row upon row of carefully labeled drawers.

It's colder in this part of the abbey, not that Jeremy notices with his elevated heart rate, if anything the cold is doing him a favor, and there's no one around, and yet...

Glancing over his shoulder, Jeremy shivers as one of the drawers rattles ever so slightly.

"Nope."

Steeling himself, Jeremy hastens his pace down the hallway, his heavy footfalls echoing off the stone.

"Ah. You're earlier than anticipated." A familiar voice startles him from around a corner, causing him to give an undignified yelp, "Oopsie."

Jeremy places a hand over his chest, "Elijah..."

.

.

.

"I can't thank you enough for this." Jeremy says, "It's... I'm just so grateful."

"Think nothing of it." Brother Elijah smiles, "We have more than enough room to spare for you and your son... How is he?"

"Confused." Jeremy sighs, "He doesn't really understand why we had to move, but I think he'll be happier here in the long run, especially if it turns out that he's... like me."

"The likelihood that your son has inherited your condition is rather high, but you needn't worry, in fact I think it will be good for both of you to be around others like yourself..." Brother Elijah says, leaning back in his chair.

Jeremy fidgets, "I..."

He opens and closes his mouth, drawing his lips into a thin line of uncertainty and doubt.

"Jeremy..." Brother Elijah says, folding his hands on top of his desk, "You and I have known each other for some time now, and though the circumstances of our meeting was, perhaps, less than ideal, I do consider you a friend. I ask that you trust in me that I have your best interests in mind when I say this... but you need to accept yourself first before you can truly be there for your son. You know this."

"I... I know." Jeremy admits, "...I've had years to accept it, but it's still hard, and I hate that you're right... Being around other people like me could... it could help."

"That's why I secured you a room downstairs, it will be close to the den, but separate." Brother Elijah assures him, "It will be like having neighbors."

"Certainly one way of putting it..."

Brother Elijah chuckles, "Really though, I think seeing that they're not monsters will help you come to terms with being a ghoul."

"...We'll see."

.

.

.

"It doesn't smell like a basement down here." Whitney comments, swinging Jeremy's arm back and forth as they walk, "Smells like... Mn... Cookies?"

"That's because we use a special floor cleaner down here." Jeremy informs his son, "It's supposed to smell like vanilla."

"Ohhh... I don't like vanilla." Whitney hums, "It tastes bad, but it does smell good!"

"You used to love vanilla when you were a baby." Jeremy says, "But as soon as you got your hands on your first taste of chocolate, it was all over..."

"I love chocolate... can we have it for dinner?"

"You know the rules, Bug."

"...No chocolate after 6pm." Whitney stares at his shoes, then looks up at Jeremy, hopeful, "But that was a Granny's house rule, this isn't Granny's house! So can we??"

"I dunno, Bug... How about this; You can have a bag of animal crackers-"

"A whole bag??"

"A whole bag, If-"

"Oh no."

"-If you help unpack your room."

Whitney drags his feet, "But that's boriiing..."

"Tough toots, Bug."

"Hehe... toots." Whitney giggles, "Dad said toots."

Jeremy smiles, "So what do you think? Gonna help your old man out?"

Whitney nods, then pauses, rooting his feet to one spot.

"What's wrong, Bug?" Jeremy asks, crouching down, "Everything okay?"

"Who's that?" Whitney points.

Jeremy follows his finger and...

#Lamp writes #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoul oc #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band fanfic #ghost band oc #sibling of sin #sibling of sin oc

[bender-of-life]

RANT ABOUT FNAF MOVIE THAT CONTAINS MILD SPOILERS

"This movie should have been rated R!" "This movie should have been scary!" "This isn't the FNaF I know!"

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These are quite a few complaints that I've seen about the FNaF movie. What a lot of people have yet to comprehend is that this movie and the subsequent films that will follow it are made to be in their own universe, just like the Silver Eyes trilogy and the games themselves as well as any other official FNaF book. No, it wouldn't have ever been rated R because Scott acknowledges that the community covers a wide age range some of the youngest fans are about 10-ish years old and I'm on the older end of the spectrum being 23. I've been around since the beginning too mind you.

That being said, a lot of people went into this film expecting blood, guts, gore, graphic depictions of violence, and more. Knowing today's standards in the film industry this never would have been possible even for an R rated film. An R-rated motion picture, in the view of the board, contains some adult material. The film may include adult themes, adult activity, hard language, intense or persistent violence, sexually oriented nudity, ||drug abuse|| or other elements, so that parents are counseled to take this rating very seriously.

The older half of the fandom tends to believe that they are entitled to the dark and gory nature of the game's history without acknowledging that the fandom has kids in it too. You can thank the unrestricted internet access given to iPad kids for this. Scott knows that on some level, he has to reign it in in order to pander to the parents of the younger community members. At the end of the day it really boils down to going into a film with certain expectations despite having potentially watching one or several of the movie trailers.

Something we do get in terms of the violence and 'gore' is seeing several corpses, watching a young woman get bitten in half, seeing a cupcake tear into a kid's face, and the famous springlock scene. And it's all done with expert camera angles and making good use of lighting and tasteful censorship. People just don't want to acknowledge that Scott has spoiled us for years.

tldr; I'm getting real sick of seeing people complaining about the FNaF movie months later.

#fnaf #tw: rant #vent post #fnaf movie #mild spoilers #fuck

[llawlieta]

Sweet lil Lau Lau may I please have 23 and 25 for the fandom ask game? 16 also made me think of you but you already answered it, so no worries if you don't want to again 🧡

Hi hi hi!!!!

23. the fandom you’re curious about because of a mutual

HMM. I have gotten very curious about the iwtv show from many people I follow, and I definitely want to watch it one day, but the gears haven't turned just right in my brain yet! I'm also curious about a lot of videogames but they often... do cost money... Also I'm particularly curious about bg3 but I get motion sickness with certain videogames and I kind of feel like that would be one of them. I can't be sure but I'm pre-mourning it. Oh well I'm bad at that kind of videogame anyway so WHATEVER... [kicks a rock]

25. a piece of advice for taking care of yourself in fandom spaces

Death Note is the first fandom I've been truly immersed in and it's made me learn to block people more liberally. I used to be kind of afraid of doing it because it felt rude and I am a fragile little flower I guess but now I block people whose, like, ultimately inconsequential opinion pisses me off in a certain way. I also used to feel bad about filtering tags for things I don't like, even skjskfj Now I've got like 6+ variations of the same tag filtered for a super specific fandom thing and I live a happier life for it. The basic tips that everyone but me seemed to already have interiorized, basically!!! But sometimes I see people get really mad in a way that would suggest they may need to either block someone or filter out a couple tags.

Oh, speaking of getting mad. For ME personally it is self-care to get mad privately with my friends instead of out in the open. I'm not gonna lie I do love when someone is brave enough to make an angry little post about a thing I secretly agree with or whatever BUT I still think it's better to keep your petty anger (which is FINE, we're all petty) to yourself and your circle of friends. It is taking care of yourself and others and your public online space and your mindset and the attitude with which you approach fandom. To Me.

Also assuming good faith is also good to ensure your mindset is not negative 24/7... Like imagine that stupid ass take wasn't written by an actively malicious person but instead by, say, someone you could be friends with in another life who simply worded something weirdly or a bit aggressively or just didn't have the same information about a certain canon detail that you have or whatever. Sometimes people are actively malicious... But sometimes they aren't!!

And I'll answer 16 again with another little thing!!

16. a tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate

I think every interaction between L and Aizawa is very interesting and fun to watch!! Underrated!

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