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kunikidas-lost-glasses · 1 year

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BSD college!AU headcanons pt.4

TWS.: Very slight mention of abuse, mention of depressive episodes, mention of alcohol

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Most people who know that Chuuya has an overprotective older brother clearly didn't imagine him as the very tall, very well trained/muscular and pretty young man so when they saw him the first time when he visited Chuuya on his birthday party they were pretty dumbfounded.

Verlaine owns a bakery

Arthur is a scientist and has a pretty high rank in his lab

Dazai is probably the biggest "The Smiths" fan Chuuya knows. And he knows a bunch of people

Nikolai once accidentally set the fire alarm of the college off when he tried to cook something in the small kitchen of their dorm.

It's not like he can't cook. He can actually. He's just very chaotic in the kitchen and often zooms out instead of focusing on cooking

Dazai is terrified of Verlaine. Like. Actually terrified.

He's taller than him, stronger than him and Dazai knows that Verlaine dislikes him a whole damn lot. He's probably only still alive because Verlaine wants Chuuya to be happy and since he's happily in love with Dazai, he didn't strangle him yet

Also Arthur probably told his husband to give Dazai a chance so he probably owns Arthur is life

After Atsushi started dating Akutagawa, he started to listen to Bands like MCR and also started listening to Phonk songs. Gin, on the other hand, saw Akutagawa listening to much softer songs sometimes

If Bram isn't sleeping or in his dorm, he can be found in the small café in the town or in a library

He sometimes walks with crutches

And he uses them to smack people

Aya often secretly sleeps in Bram's dorm since she doesn't get along well with her dorm mate in boarding school

He let's her read every book he owns and makes her tea or hot chocolate while she recommends him new songs he could listen to or shows him songs

They definitely gossip about people a lot

Bram is definitely the type of person who judges people a lot

Jouno is nearly always seen with noise canceling headphones

Jouno swears that he hates Tecchou but they are always seen together

Also only one bed of their bunk bed gets used for sleeping and the other one serves as a filing for their military training uniforms, bags, books and whatever else they toss onto it when they are too tired after lectures and training to put it away properly.

Terkuo loves to tease them about literally anything

While other students keep a distance to Jouno and Tecchou out of respect and maybe a bit out of fear, the most students are absolutely terrified of Teruko

Only Sigma dared to argue with her once after she pushed too many of his buttons and overstepped his boundaries way too much and it took Nikolai, Shibusawa and Fyodor to get them both to stop arguing

Nikolai, Fyodor, Shibusawa, Sigma, Dazai, Chuuya, Ranpo, Yosano, and Poe often study together after their lectures in a café or in the library. Sometimes Atsushi, Akutagawa, Kunikida and Mushitaro join them.

That the latter two join them is rare but Atsushi and Akutagawa join them pretty often

Atsushi joins them because because he loves to study with other people and because he and Sigma are besties so if Sigma's there, Atsushi is probably there too

Sigma and Atsushi don't see each other super often due to different lectures and courses and due to Sigma's job where his shift starts in the evening so they use occasions like this to meet and catch up on how the other is doing

Dazai proceeds to laze around in Chuuya and his dorm in his cozy fluffy jumpsuit for a whole week after the exam phase ends

Ranpo actually has extremely heavy depressive episodes but nobody besides his boyfriends Poe and Mushitaro, his father Fukusawa and his best friends Dazai, Yosano and Nikolai know

Dazai and Chuuya met in kindergarden, kind of lost contact after kindergarden, met again in high school but grew a bit distanced since Dazai had changed so much under Mori's abuse and influence but stayed friends in someway and got together shortly after Chuuya called the police to their school after finding out that Mori abused Dazai and Yosano who went to the same school as them before kicking down the door to Mori's office in which Dazai was at this moment, bashing inside it and wanting to beat Mori up (Dazai held him back)

Both secretly think about marrying the other after college

Dazai still gets flustered often when Chuuya holds his hand, kisses his forehead, kisses his cheeks or gives him stupid cute nicknames

Fyodor and Dazai had a bet once who could drink more vodka. It was only once. They both regretted it.

It was one of these moments where they basically shared a single brain cell.

Fyodor won though

Nikolai cheered on them

Mushitaro hates Dazai like, so much

Dazai met Fyodor and Nikolai when the three of them were only teens and when the latter two could barely speak any Japanese

Lucy makes the best hot chocolate at the whole college

Sigma makes the best cookies at the whole college

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windchimeemmenanthe · 2 years

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A boy who has been through many things

Picrew link: https://picrew.me/image_maker/1649970 ---------------------------------------- Personal information:

Name: Felix (he doesn't have a last name)

Name meaning: "happy" or "lucky"

Japanese: フェリックス

Romanji: Fiirikkusu(Fe-ri-kku-su)

Age: +16 (according to his robot brother from before) +??? (now)

Gender: Male

Personality: Felix is mysterious, quiet and introverted, known to be very intelligent and mature for his age; Felix is pretty bland-sometimes he says his own "jokes" and tries to be funny but no one understands.

Birthday: 3/1

Zodiac sign: Capricorn

Homeland: +??? (now)

Species: Human?

Eye color: Water blue

Hair color: White

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Fun facts:

Height: 1m9

Dominant hand: Left hand

Favorite Food: Donuts

Least favorite food: Garlic butter bread

Talent: Felix is very good at science and technology

Likes: +His younger brother +MC +Technology +His room +Cat +Get some rest +Adalie's apple pie +Killer shark

Dislikes: +His brother's death +Adalie's husband +He was said to be lazy + Cigarette smoke +His father drinks alcohol

Other names: +Felixy (by Michael, an Oc created based on two characters Bendy and Alice in the game bendy and the ink machine) +Aniki or brother (by his younger brother) +Felix-sama (he gave himself this nickname) +Felix-kun (because most people know him, including MC) +Lazy ass(by Samael Dice, an Oc created based on the character Cuphead and King Dice in the game Cuphead=))) )

Relationship: +MC (the one he secretly likes) +Mr.G (Felix's father) (alive) +Patton (Felix's younger brother) (died?) +Adalie (a childhood friend + the one Felix has had a crush on before) +Fujitaka (best friend) +Samael(online friend) +Michael(friend?) +Fujitaka brother(enemy)

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His abilities:

Superhuman Speed-Felix is extremely quick, moving faster than the human eye can possibly see. He can run in excess speeds and in their human form out run many beings such as ghosts and demon

Superhuman Strength-The superior physical strength of Felix compared to that of a human is a prominent theme. He possess strength equivalent to that of 50 or more strong men, sufficient to single-handedly lift heavy boulders with ease

Superhuman Stamina-Felix have the ability to move at great speed for long periods, and it is nearly impossible to tire him, due to its preternatural degree of endurance. He don't need to sleep(sometimes) and don't require food or oxygen. It means that drowning would never kill him

Immortality-According to Michael, Felix is already dead, so he can't die now

Telepathy-Felix can read the minds of mortals

Superhuman Senses-Felix's senses of sight, smell, hearing, and touch are of supernatural keenness, comparable on many levels to a bat’s.

Healing Factor-Felix have supernatural regenerative capabilities, which allow him to recover from injuries that would permanently incapacitate or even kill a human. Poison, suffocation, extreme cold, aging, drowning, or disease cannot kill Felix, as him is already dead.

• Overlord mode-According to Samael, 100 years ago, on the day that Felix's brother was murdered, Felix used his Overlord form; Whether it is true or not, no one knows but Samael, Samael said that he has promised to keep Felix a secret about his Overlord form so until now Felix's Overlord ability is still a mystery.

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Some side information:

+Felix is not really a human, he was once described by Michael as having the heart of a monster but the body of a human.

+Felix has a father who is a famous scientist

+Felix was created based on the character Sans in the game Undertale

+Felix's younger brother is his only remaining motivation to help him continue living in this world

+Felix has no mother or has lost his mother, because he was originally created by his father from previous experiments

+Felix has musical talent but he doesn't seem to have time for that

+ Instead of going out and touching the grass, Felix stays in his room, he only comes out when his brother or Adalie tells him to come out.

+Felix has a social media account with up to two million followers

+His brother once said that Felix is good at games

+Adalie said that Felix's family is very rich and one day he will become like his father Mr.G

+Felix likes ketchup (like Sans)

+Felix is rumored to have a talent for painting

+Felix can cook, so he doesn't have to worry about starving to death

+He once confessed that he liked literature because he was once forced to join the club of the president of the literature club, Matthew (an Oc created based on the character Monika in the Doki doki literature club game)

+Felix has very good eyes

+He can shoot a gun so skillfully that he is even called a "monster"

+The animals that Felix likes are aggressive ones, which makes his younger brother fear for his brother having mental problems

+Felix is always devoted to robotic things

#ocs #undertale

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lovecrimeart · 5 months

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"You will have to wait a long time, but they will definitely come back."

November 22. Who is celebrating the 58th birthday? A bad guy, who was born in Copenhagen, Denmark, an amazing man and one of the best actors, one of the best, who plays the bad guys, and even the good guys of our time, that's how we talk about the fact that this day has come, that today is the birthday of our most beloved villains or heros, including the "best player" of poker, Le Chiffre, or our favorite cannibal killer and psychiatrist Hannibal Lecter, Nigel or kindergarten teacher Lucas, German doctor Johann Struensee, antagonist and captain of the armed forces Cliff Unger, teacher Martin, scientist and former Nazi Jurgen Voller, or even a new character or hero, a soldier of the Jutland wasteland Ludwig Kalen in the new film "The Promised Land" who is trying to achieve his ambitions, goals and enters into an unequal battle and now risks not only his life, but also his connection with a small, problematic family that arose around him on the wasteland. By that time, Mads had earned several awards like Golden Eye and Bambi, and the awards of the Mallorca and Cannes film festivals, as well as Academy nominations for "The Best Feature Film", this is about The Promised Land, and deserves a lot more, not to mention the hope for season 4 of Hannibal.) it's a matter of time. Soon there will also be a "Dust Bunny" director who is Bryan Fuller, screenwriter, producer and creator of your favorite show, the question is when, we don't know yet, but we'll see how it will look so terribly cool, after so many years after all, as not just colleagues on the series, but old best friends forever. It's great! Now we are not talking about this, we are talking about congratulating Mads Dittmann Mikkelsen on his birthday, as an actor, family man, husbands, brother, father and of course grandfather, we wish him happiness, health, new successes in new projects, well-being in the family, and that he also remains the same as he is one of the most beloved and the best actor or dancer who was before his acting career. But I emphasize that he is the bestnactor with his unique life, personality, with his enthusiasm, idea, energy and new successes in his career. Tillykke Med Fødselsdagen! 🇩🇰🎂✨🤍✨🎂🇩🇰

P.S. I did Lucas six months ago when I was on vacation, but I couldn't finish the events scheduled in the calendar, and now I'm done! 🤎

#happybirthdaymads madsmikkelsen hanniballecter lucas art graphic artwork creative illustrator artist graphic drawing

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mad3jokes · 6 months

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Clean Joke Of The Day

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jof2jokes · 7 months

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stockholmdolly · 2 years

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EASY PREY (BEWARE OF THE LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD) FINAL PART

Characters: Brock Rumlow, Bucky Barnes, reader, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff and Ransom Drysdale

Warnings: pure evil towards Steve, Nat and Ransom 😈

Word count: 3,646

Author’s note: Hello fanfiction world, it is me! Stockholm Dolly. Last chapter, I know a lot was missed and I have huge plot holes but it's my first series, I'm learning along the way. I'm like 55% satisfied hahaha Happy reading...😈

CHAPTER 26/26

CONVERTED PRISONS

Today, at age Y/AGE, I sit in my lab and divert my attention from examining fingerprints by writing this story. On my driftwood desk is a picture of my children, who I labeled…I’m kidding, who I named, Vantaggio, which, if you don’t know, means “asset” in Italian and the girl we named Tery in honor of Tery Rodriguez. They are seventeen and beautiful. They, too, are scientists, thank God and their black butterfly angel.

They should be getting home from school soon. They’ll be roaring down the driveway in the used black Audi their father gave them—such a presence across the high school campus. I’m sure all the seniors in their grade and the juniors below, the sophomores and the freshmen, long to nuzzle into their necks and bury their faces in their hair. But I don’t really care how cute the rest of the world thinks they are; their after-school job is working in the lab with me, so they better get home soon and better remember to get the mail at the end of this long driveway. I’m his mom. I would kill again and again and forever for them.

Above a red armchair in the corner by the decontamination chamber is a framed shard of china, which I stole before forensics bagged it for evidence. There is still a smear of his browned blood on this bone fragment, which I choose to believe is both his and that damn plate’s blood, commingled in hell. When I got married, only three years ago and just as scheduled seventeen years ago, they asked if Bucky and I would like to register for china. I couldn’t breathe from laughing so hard. Bucky, knowing I had transferred hatred of toile to all china everywhere, answered through his own laughter, “We won’t be needing any china, thank you.”

I’m looking at this framed art of crime today, thinking of the thing I need to pack in my pocket for my and Brock’s visit to Steve, Natasha and Ransom’s prison tomorrow.

There are three more things to mention. First, my husband, Bucky. Bucky has been my best friend since I began the internship at Stark Tower, now known as Potts Tower. He was one of my rescuers, kind of, at least they did more than the real people who had my case. Bucky provided the very best asset of all: my condition, which ironically got me into the whole jam in the first place. Bucky—he’s the compass to this little family of ours: me, Bucky, Tery and Vanty. There’s a few perfect lyrics in a perfect song that make me think of him. It’s basically a guitar journey by Santana with a couple of lyrics sung by Everlast: There’s an angel with a hand on my head… there’s a darkness living deep in my soul…

There’s still darkness inside me. Every day, every minute, I battle the darkness, I fight the switches. Bucky, he’s that angel with his hand on my head—leaving me to cool into some less malicious purpose. Perhaps Vanty and Tery too are a compass, but there are other things to consider with my developing children. I lean most, we lean most, on Bucky for the moral road. Bucky’s the one who remembers when we need to call relatives on birthdays; he’s the one who handles the bills and the house maintenance and the life responsibilities. Vanty, Tery and I, it seems, are left to other requirements.

Second, my company. I am the Owner, President, CEO, Supreme Empress, and Ruler of my very own forensics consulting company. We hold contracts with law firms, police departments, corporations, wealthy barons and billionaires, and a handful of federal agencies I am not at liberty to divulge. One such agency inherited Sharon from the FBI, and this is how I get the good cases. Sometimes she brings suspects in off the grid and holds them in the basement here for questioning. I usually turn the green mixer in the company kitchen up high so as not to listen to her interrogations. I then deliver her batches of her favorite cookie, the cinnamon-and-sugar-laced snickerdoodle, and watch her swallow each cookie in one bite. One after the other.

I study crime scenes, analyze blood samples, dabble in metallurgy, defy chemical compounds, research, solve, and, as I am doing today, compare fingerprints if my lab tech calls in sick. I’ve testified as an expert witness for countless parties in countless trials. My building is filled with flat panel iMacs, the big ones. I recruit from MIT and Berkeley, the summa cum laudes only, and steal the top scientists from mega corps and governmental bodies by tempting them with high salaries and a lower-priced real estate market. I hired a very good consultant on staff as well, a former FBI agent, Brock Rumlow. He’s about twenty-five years my senior and, besides my husband, he’s my best friend in the world. His wife Syn keeps us sane by reading us the sitcom scripts she writes in the office she shares with Lance.

I renovated and retrofit from the remaining shell of this former boarding school, one that presides over a field smelling of cows, and used to have a kitchen with long steel tables and a black oven. In Indiana. Yes, the very one. There are a couple of rooms on the third floors of Wings 1 and 2, which I converted into twin terrariums, at no small cost I might add. In these terrariums, I breed exotic, poisonous plants, tanked pit vipers, African tree frogs, and anything else I come across in nature that might “leave a mark.”

The ditch has long been dredged and drained. A team of landscapers filled the empty cavern with rocks and the top eight feet with vitamin-rich planting soil. For years, I’ve curated an amazing rose garden in the middle of the forest. There are lots of thorns among the tempting reds, sun-kissed yellows, blushing pinks, and special strain of blacks.

If you were to walk outside my no longer white building—now painted blue—you’d see my company sign just below a triangular window. It says, “15/33, Inc.”

And this is exactly what I’m doing right now as Vanty and Tery haul in the Audi down the dirt road far too fast for my taste. I’ve never switched off my Love switch for them for even one millisecond, and because of this I am perennially traumatized by just about everything they do.

- Ah, Vanty, Tery my sweet children, I say.

- Ma, we are seventeen.

- Whatever, I say, returning to my regular, clinical self so he’ll stop his forward movement away from me. “Listen, Hal called in sick and we’ve got a big pile of fingerprints to clear. I’m going to need you to prep those slides for the university case. I’m not going to get to those until late tonight.”

- Yes, Mother, they say, patting my shoulder and pecking my cheek, as if my scientific analysis of major crimes is the most insignificant task in their easy-breezy-beautiful-cover- life.

If any other human in my employ so nonchalantly considered dirt samples from a murder happening on the campus of a major Ivy League university—hint, starts with an H and is in Cambridge, Massachusetts—I’d probably stare them into a trembling apology. But them. Them have this unique quality, an asset of their own. And it’s not just me, not just because I’m their forever heartbroken mother. It’s with everyone they meet.

I watch my beautiful, untroubled—although possibly frightening—children glide inside 15/33 Headquarters. I begin to dead head the purple wave petunias in the blue pots by the entrance so as to force away the sad tremble in my chin. They’ll be gone to college next year, I remind myself.

To love someone so much you are heartbroken just to look at them. This is to have children.

I said there were three things to mention. Bucky. My company. And now, the last, and surely the least, my captors.

Tery, Vanty, Bucky, and Nana are the only ones for whom I keep the Love switch on all the time, without any moment of “off.” For others, I’ll switch on sometimes. And for others, Love is never on, only vast, unending hate and even, a distinct emotion of homicide. If it weren’t for Bucky’s angel touch on my head, several more people on this planet would be no more.

It’s a new day at 15/33. After polishing this manuscript one last time, I lock it away, only to be opened and shared upon my death, just as Brock rolls up to our building. Brock’s wife, Syn, jumps out of the passenger side of their Ford F-150, the only vehicle Brock will drive anymore. I think he’s on his fourth since I met him. Syn is making ridiculous faces at him, asking him what best demonstrates a man’s reaction to eating a “shit burger.” As is a daily occurrence, she’s working on some new sketch.

- Hey there, girl, you ready? Brock asks me, standing by his still-running truck.

- Brock, hang on, let me grab my coat, I say, and I grab my white safari-style jacket, hanging on the red pegs by the door. As I do, I again demonstrate my hopefully comic face to Syn.

- Perfect. That’s how I’ll write it then for this script. You guys don’t be too cruel today, she says as she pours herself a mug of coffee from the pot I brewed just for her. She heads into her writer’s office after crouching with her mug to stroke Stewie’s fat chin.

- She said not to be too cruel today, I say.

Brock bounces his nose up as he swallows back a smile.

We’re pretty much going to be as cruel as we can be today.

- Yeah, I say. Sure.

Brock’s in his late fifties now. He’s got a thick head of gray hair. He still works out like he’s got some federal mission that requires him to chase kings of kidnapping through forests, so his body remains compact; his forearm muscles flex as he turns the wheel of the truck.

I know what he’s thinking about, and I’m thinking it too. It was the bed of a truck, just like this truck, seventeen years ago, in which Ransom and Natasha slid down their gag by aggressively using his tongue and teeth and tried to avoid our punishments by sucking gasoline from the tube of a spare gasoline can, down on his knees and with his hands cuffed behind his back and their legs tied to a hook. It was Bucky who smelled the opened gas on the air, and Sharon who ran and slapped Natasha’s face so hard we thought she broke her jaw. If they had succeeded in exiting the world, I would have had to wait until my death to trudge into hell to torture them. Thankfully, I don’t have to wait.

Brock and I have made this particular trip two times in seventeen years. This is our third. We have to make this trip whenever they attempt to plead for clemency, beg for a shot at the parole board. Sometimes they need to be reminded of what awaits them outside and how very lucky they are being tortured on the inside. Brock and I have friends in the Raft and also some informant-lifers for whom we may or may not have done a few favors. So, we know everything. Literally everything.

The visitors’ room is an awful square of concrete blocks painted mint-green. Light mint-green, the most despicable and cheapest color a shoestring budgeted government can afford. Which is fine by me. I don’t want the state to spend my tax money on homing up the joint. Having to be surrounded by this nauseating color should be enough punishment to deter anyone from any crime, I think.

Steve, Ransom and Natasha see me and Brock and try to get back out of the room.

- Sit down, a guard gruffs, pushing them into a corner seat, far from the eavesdropping ears

Brock and I take our chairs opposite them and smile wide to their heavy, distressed breathing. The years have not been kind to them. The America’s brothers lost some forty pounds over the years, and not due to exercise, due to unrelenting stress, which I may or may not have caused. Natasha seems fine, as fine as someone who is behind a reinforced cell without anything to do and no one to seduce her way out.

Their jumpsuits fall off their skeletal frame like a king-sized blanket on a toddler.

- Your boyfriend knits you that hat? I ask, mockingly acknowledging the ridiculous thing on this head.

- Still a little bitch panther. Said Ransom

I placed my hand on Brock’s lap to prevent him from rising to strike Ransom.

- So, guys, we hear you’re trying to convince the state to give you a shot at parole again, Brock says.

They stare back, only at Brock, oh, how the turntables. To me they have turned sideways, leaning away in their chair, as though I am poking them with the point end of a long sword.

- You know, the deal was, you take a life sentence, no parole, and we wouldn’t seek death row. You know we could have gotten death twenty times over, with all those girls you carved up, all the dead babies, everyone we found in your ditch and elsewhere, not taking in consideration the whole investigation Sharon has on your cases. Remember our deal. Remember?

- What do you want to come out of here for anyway? Aren’t you comfortable? I interject.

- Fuck you and your little bitches, Y/N, Steve growls to Brock while continuing to physically shy from me.

Brock and I stare back, waiting, and sure enough: “Ha, ha, ha, you two, so funny,” he says in a high voice.

- So, Natasha, I hear you’ve taken up gardening, I say, laying my hand on the table in a way to force her to finally look my way.

- So, what’s it to you, little bitch? She sweeps the table with her eyes, still afraid to swivel in my direction and meet me eye to eye.

I unclasp one of the eight pockets on my jacket and pull out a leaf in a plastic bag.

- I heard you’d taken up gardening. When was this, about a year ago? You’ve got yourself a little plot in the prison’s garden, eh?

- Oh, you, so clever. Got all the goons working for you, spying on little old me.

- I wouldn’t call them goons. I’d call them friends. I say, very seriously.

- Natasha, listen up, listen close, Brock says.

- Anyway, you know what this is? I say, pushing the plastic bag with the leaf toward them on the scratched table. The leaf is long and pointy, thin and leathery, and a deep green.

- Hmph, she says, crossing and uncrossing her legs, shifting her head in her right hand, then left. Squirming. Fearful in the way the deepening lines on her face register her inner recoiling.

- Grew this myself. Went all the way to south China to snag a seed, all for you. All for you.

Natasha twitches.

- It’s a special hybrid; one part oleander, some parts something else that grows in remote locations amongst grasses in Asia. One of the most fatal and poisonous plants available to man. Just one bite and your heart explode. I pop my lips and fan my fingers like the tops are fireworks. “Pop,” I say and then pat my calm ticking heart.

The guard behind them stands erect and walks closer to his comrade, showing he doesn’t want to hear this part of the conversation, but also showing he’ll allow it to continue.

I lean toward Natasha and whisper with a honey-dripping voice, as though I’m trying to seduce her, which I’m pretty sure is impossible anyway. “All I need to do is grind up a leaf and slip it any time I want into your instant mashed potatoes. Could be while you’re in here, or maybe, if for some impossible reason you get yourself out, when you’re squeaking out an unemployed existence in the box of a shithole where you’ll end up. I hear the burning pain from this hybrid is so excruciating, feels like gasoline burns your esophagus, rages in your chest, and dumps lava into your bowels, which are soon ripped open from within. And no one is going to care enough to do any investigation or toxicology on you. They’ll be satisfied by calling it a heart attack. This leaf, this plant, looks a lot like the plants you grow in your garden. Easy to camouflage.”

- You bitch, Natasha spits, finally glaring up at me.

And this is the moment I came for. The moment they did not want to give me. The moment I get to remind them.

- You live at my mercy. Don’t you forget it, I say, stabbing my index finger on the bagged leaf of death.

Brock smiles. I grab the bag and replace it in one of my pockets, slowly.

Sure, I could have killed them a hundred thousand different ways. But killing them wasn’t my, nor Brock’s, primary goal. Number One on our Bucket List was to insure that them, as Brock put it, “Spend a lifetime in excruciating pain and unbearable humiliation.”

Some victims want their closure on justice; they seek the death penalty or give forgiveness. And I’m perfectly fine with that. Other people, like me, are willing to press on all fronts for a very long time to try to attain a true eye for an eye. For them, given his gruesome crimes, I could have burned them alive and pulled them from the flames in just enough time for their bodies to have seared but their organs to have not fatally cooked. But even this would not have equalized the delicate eye for eye balance, as far as I was concerned.

Brock nods to me as his silent question to see if I’m done. I nod back that I am, so as to allow Brock some parting words. He coughs to break the death glare I’m holding with them and says while standing, “We’re done here. You just sit tight and soon enough, don’t worry, if you’re a good guys and you stop trying for parole, which you’ll never get anyway, you’ll die of natural causes or another criminal will choke you. One or the other. And then your punishment in this life will end.” Brock stops to stifle a chuckle, but I tap him in the thigh and we share a knowing giggle. “Although,” Brock continues, “I’m pretty sure the devil has some sweet plans for you.”

- Oh, she surely does, I say, thinking of Tery and on all the girls and babies in the ditch who didn’t survive.

Brock and I drive back to 15/33, listening to Brock’s playlist of country and Ray LaMontagne, a perfect blending of the North and the South. He hums the words to the song “Trouble,” which works a sedation over me. We’ve known each other so long, there’s no need for conversation; no need for him not to sing in my presence.

- Hey, Brock. You and Syn should stay for dinner tonight. Bucky’s making burritos again.

- The footballs? Hell yeah. We’re in.

- Yup. And after, let’s dig in on the dirt samples from the university case. No way those grains and pebbles are from Massachusetts.

- Whatever you say, Y/N. You’re the boss, Brock says. He winks my way before returning to the medicine of LaMontagne’s voice and lyrics.

BUCKY’S POV

I waited outside for them to arrive from the Raft, I love how determined my wife is, she let them be but at the same time she loves to remind them that she’s watching, always, and they never going to rest in peace for what they did, not only to her but to all the other girls.

Helping her in her recovery wasn’t that easy, and you can see her strong and put together because that’s the image she wants to show the rest of the world, but when we first arrived from the hospital, she was a mess, she had PSTD, figures, I do how to pick them, just like me. She had nightmares and I was there every fucking step of the way, because someone who defended with her whole world not only our babies but someone else’s deserves to be worshipped and taken care of for eternity. Wasn’t easy she’s stubborn and doesn’t like to ask for help, but I’m a patient man and I really love her, I’ll do anything for my family, just like I did everything for Steve and Ransom back in the day, but they don’t know loyalty, they just wanted to be powerful.

Now 17 years later of the situation who changed a lot of lives, we are a family, a happy one, we don’t have a white picket fence as I dreamt in the 40’s, we have crime scenes and interrogations but everything full of love, I love my family with my whole damn body and soul. We found each other, Sharon, Rumlow and I, broken people who believed in the wrong persons for a lot of time, it took one woman, a fierce one, to help us become a family. We are one big, broken, PSTD’ed family and I never want to change a damn thing.

If you wonder why I didn’t go with them to the Raft, easy, they are dead to me, I live my overextended life looking forward, the past is in the past. My name is James Bucky Barnes and I’m no longer the Winter Soldier, now I have better things to do, I fought so much and now it’s my time to grow old and enjoy and it’s a great damn feeling.

THE END

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Happy 28th! I’ve read so many awesome fics this month! Make sure to check them all out. As always, all my love to all the authors in this fandom ♥

➻ don't want to fight you | starryharry | enemies to lovers - enemies to friends to lovers - pining - mutual pining - angst - fluff slow burn - no smut - 124k Louis hates that it’s familiar. He hates that sparring Harry is familiar because they train together. He hates that he even has to spar Harry at all, because Harry is good. Louis wonders what his life would be like if him and Harry didn’t hate each other. He can’t picture it, really. The incessant bickering that often turns into real arguing, the nasty looks, the eye rolls, the middle fingers. It all feels very necessary at this point. Or, the one where two fighters can also be lovers because routines are never permanent.

➻ we are ghosts amongst these hills | louisgaynkles | Soulmates - reincarnation - historical - slow burn - angst - fluff - 84k Harry spontaneously buys a house in Yorkshire because the universe, or fate, keeps leading him to it. What he didn’t know, is that his new house comes with a past that seems to be mysteriously tied to his own life. Before he knows it he finds himself travelling back in time, stuck in the middle of a century old love story. Featuring Louis as a farmer with a passion for gardening, Zayn as the heir to the local manor, Niall as a pub owner with a secret, and a truly underappreciated Liam. Based on Mariana by Susanna Kearsley

➻ through the wheatfields and the coastlines | thepolourryexpress | farms - cowboys - angst - implied/referenced homophobia - implied/referenced gun use - humor - smut - 53k “You’re not from around here, are ya?” Hot Cowboy asks, tracking his little lamb with his eyes. Louis frowns slightly, having thought he was doing pretty well at not sticking out like a sore thumb. It’s not like he’s not from around here — it’s not his first summer he’s spent at his grandparents'. But he supposes that the Manhattan city lifestyle that he’s used to is always going to shine through. “I’m visiting family for the summer,” Louis explains, cheeks a little pink. “Trying to get some work done without distractions.” Or, alternatively, the one where Louis needs inspiration, and a certain cowboy and his lamb are the perfect distraction.

➻ An Irrationally Strong Bond Between Two People | jishler | dystopia - friends to lovers - angst - first time - 18k Before The Advancement, most human lives and careers were plagued by irrationality and a lack of productivity. This was largely the symptom of what scientists refer to as “interpersonal passion,” which included two separate (though often conjointly occurring) phenomena: “love,” and “sex.” “Love” was a pre-Advancement word which referred to an irrationally strong bond between two people, which caused its sufferers to prioritise their fellow “lover,” as well as the integrity of the malignant bond itself, over vital things such as workplace productivity. Taken every two weeks in pill form, The Drug immediately removes interpersonal passion from the human psyche. Children’s friendships do not have the capacity to develop into full-fledged “love” since they are not yet adults. Every person over eighteen takes The Drug gladly, grateful that it allows them to be productive, clear-headed, and rational members of society. A few weeks before Louis’ eighteenth birthday, Harry and Louis fall in love. (Based on the book Louis writes in indiaalphawhiskey's Our Lives, Non-Fiction.)

➻ And When It's Time | larryftnoctrl | Soulmates - soulmate-identifying timers - 6k Louis wants a soulmate, Harry loves his free will. They don't exactly go hand in hand. Prompt: AU where you have a countdown on your wrist for when you're going to meet your soulmate and if you miss it the time will reset. Louis/Harry keep having awful luck and always are missing their time until one day they don't. Maybe the other one is scared/has anxiety about meeting their soulmate? Maybe one time they're in a relationship so they intentionally miss their time? Who knows! But they finally meet :D

➻ made for lovin' you | cuddlerlouis | a/b/o - enemies to lovers - hate to love - soulmates - hurt/comfort - angst - fluff smut - 53k “I’m in,” is all Louis receives. He blinks a few times, making sure he’s reading this right. “For real?” he asks, just to be a hundred percent sure. “Yes,” pops up. “How do you wanna pursue?” The alpha adds, like he’s on a special mission or something. “I’m gonna call us a cab to go to mine. Once I know it’s here, I’ll leave and join you there,” Louis explains. “I’ll text you to go around five minutes before it arrives, so it doesn’t look suspicious, and our friends don’t notice us leaving together.” “Noted.” So Louis does, and ten minutes later, he’s sat in the backseat of a cab, next to Harry Styles, the person he hates the most but unfortunately still finds attractive. They’re on their way to fuck in Louis’ flat. Splendid. - Or the one where a quick, horny decision ruins Louis’ summer plans, but may also lead to unexpected discoveries. Featuring the road trip of dreams, misunderstandings, and a bit of fate.

➻ deFENCEless | solvetheminourdreams | neighbors - enemies to lovers enemies to friends to lovers - gardening - fluff - humor - banter - no smut - 27k "I moved here first," Louis says with finality, crossing his arms over his chest. Harry shoots him an unimpressed look before leaning forward, leaving only a tiny gap between them. "Then get the fence first," he whispers, lips a mere inch or two away from Louis'. When Louis butts heads with his new neighbor who loves to garden a little too much, all he can do to protect his yard (and heart), is keep on building up his fence(s).

➻ Canyon Moon | delsicle | a/b/o - werewolf - soulmates - childhood friends - friends to lovers - arranged marriage - mutual pining - hurt/comfort - angst - 41k For as long as Louis has remembered, he has been promised to be mated to Harry, his best friend and the future pack alpha. But Louis’s heart belonged to the forest and to the hunt more than he could ever imagine it belonging to Harry. Then Harry’s father dies in a violent accident, and Louis’s future alpha disappears on the wind. An A/B/O Lion King AU

➻ only guilty of loving you | sweetrevenge | a/b/o - strangers to lovers - blind date - soulmates - fluff - angst - mutual pining - smut - 22k After Harry gets set up with his co-worker's alpha friend Louis, he's expecting some pleasant conversation, free dinner, and maybe a new friend. What he doesn't expect, however, is that Louis' arrival in his life begins a life of crime Harry never knew he had in him. A You've Got Mail!AU with a twist.

➻ 'Til Everything Changes | lovelarry10 | a/b/o - older characters - brokend bond - loss - falling in love - fluff - implied mpreg - smut - 57k Harry’s nose twitched as he caught a scent on the breeze, one that sent a shudder through his whole body. His eyes closed subconsciously, and he lost himself in the heady scent, the vanilla top notes, and the more woody undertones, making every hair on Harry’s body stand on end. That was how Harry discovered this man was an Alpha. “Jaz, Harry, this is my Uncle Louis. Lou, this is my girlfriend Jasmine, and her dad Harry.” "Lovely to meet you,” Louis grinned, leaning in and kissing Jasmine’s cheek quickly, a respectful Alpha gesture. Harry held his breath as Louis stuck out a hand, taking it almost reluctantly, certain the Alpha would pick up on his own scent and the nerves flowing through it. “Hi, Harry.” “Hi,” Harry said, his voice low and raspy, still affected by Louis’ scent. “Nice to meet you.” ~~~~ Harry’s an Omega who has been alone for too long. Louis’ an Alpha who is scared to find love again. Thanks to the meddling of Harry’s teenage daughter and her boyfriend, the two seem destined to meet, and it might just change everything they thought they knew about their lives. Will they find what they didn’t realise they’ve always wanted in each other?

➻ Mind Over Matter (You Under Me) | youreyesonlarry | ice hockey - hurt/comfort - angst - fluff - major character injury - pining - unrequited love hospitalization - smut - 74k It’s dark outside when Harry finishes practice for the day. -------- Prompt 21: Harry stopped playing hockey (after 10 years of a professional career) because of a severe injury. The dream he worked so hard for vanished in the blink of an eye. His family insisted that he had to go to physical therapy, even if it only helped his health. Cue to personal assistant Louis, the most efficient and kind PA one could hire

➻ Rooms on Fire | softfonds | a/b/o - actors - famous/famous - friends with benefits - secret relationship - 34k Ten years ago, Louis helping Harry through a heat was the start of a romance that ended in heartbreak. Now, Harry's marriage is over thanks to his husband's very public infidelity, and Louis is fresh off a Golden Globe win. The last thing they both expect is to be cast in the same movie.

➻ Stumbling Into Your Arms | sunshineandthemoonlight | a/b/o - strangers to lovers - college/university - fluff - 7k Suddenly, Harry’s nose was brushing against Louis' neck, where his scent was overwhelming. Harry jerked his head to the side and took a deep breath of air, trying to clear his nose of Louis’ scent. ‘Don’t get slick, don’t get hard, don’t get slick’, he repeated to himself in his head, like a mantra. Louis and Harry are university students heading home for the holidays. Harry quickly becomes enraptured by the attractive alpha standing across from him in the train carriage, who has a heavenly scent and a gentle smile.

➻ Little by Little | nonsensedarling | mpreg - non traditional a/b/o - exploring sexuality - exploring secondary gender norms - gender identity strangers to friends to lovers - mutual pining - fluff - slow burn - 65k Harry Styles is an omega who works at the London Planetarium, has lived in the same flat for ages, and is happy enough on his own. When he gets home from his first (horrible) attempt at dating in years, a new pregnant neighbor knocks on his door after smelling his cooking. He and Louis quickly become close, but their friendship gets complicated when Harry begins questioning who he is and what he likes. Or Harry discovers figuring out who you are is more complicated than a potato metaphor.

#28th appreciation #fic rec #monthly reads #monthly fic rec #my reads #larry fics #completed fics

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Frankenweenie Headcannons, Theories, and Ideas

This is just a list of the theories, headcannons, and ideas I came up with for Tim Burton's Frankenweenie. I might add more later on, so watch out

-When he was six years old, Victor Frankenstein got Sparky as a small puppy from the local pet shop

-Elsa got Persephone as a gift for her seventh birthday

-Victor’s full name is Victor Charles Frankenstein

-Victor is strongly not fond of sports, especially baseball. But he does love to play fetch with Sparky and ride his bike

-Victor secretly has a crush on Elsa, but he’s too nervous to say anything. But he wouldn’t mind just being friends with her

-Even though he doesn’t get along too well with Toshiaki and Nassor very well, Victor doesn’t mind Bob (who was one of the “cool kids”) being nice to him

-Victor used to have a pen pal in London named Shamus Holmes. They wrote to each other back and forth almost every week, until Victor reached college. That was when the letters from Shamus stopped coming

-Victor isn’t allergic to anything, but he does get nauseous around peaches for some reason

-When he grows up, Victor either wants to become a scientist, a vet, or a movie director… but he can’t decide

-Victor likes to watch both horror and sci-fi films. His favorites are Karloff’s “Frankenstein”, “The Fly”, “The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms”, “Behemoth the Sea Monster”, and “Earth vs. the Flying Saucers”

-The Monday after Dutch Day, Victor was told to stay after school for baseball practice, but when he hit the ball and ran around the diamond, he broke his arm and got a black eye and he was suspended from the baseball team… which he thought was the best day ever

-Victor isn’t particularly fond of his young cousin, Vincent Malloy. He’s often annoyed by Vincent's slightly obsessive mannerisms and all of his Vincent Price talk and Vincent's mother blames Victor for introducing her son to scary movies in the first place

-Victor was born on August 31st, 1957

-Elsa’s full name is Elsa Anais Van Helsing

-Victor and Elsa first met on their first day in kindergarten. They both reached out to grab the same toy, but their hands touched and their eyes met. After a tiny squabble over the toy, they started playing together and they quickly became friends

-Elsa was born on October 28th, 1957

-Elsa isn’t into sports, but she enjoys going swimming or roller skating on occasion… She also likes to watch Victor Frankenstein at baseball practice sometimes

-Elsa is highly allergic to bees and pistachios

-A year after Dutch Day, Mayor Bergermeister forced Elsa to take ballet lessons recently and she doesn’t like it

-Elsa has an interest in history and she thought about becoming a historian someday

-Elsa has a secret crush on Victor, but she’s too shy to say anything

-After the events of Dutch Day, Victor promised never to reanimate Sparky again if he died one more time. Eventually when he was in his late teen years, he let Sparky die because he and Elsa wanted Sparky and Persephone to be together in death. The two dogs were buried in the pet cemetery together (Romeo and Juliet style)

-Elsa likes to watch horror movies in secret. Her absolute favorites are “Bride of Frankenstein”, “Dracula”, and “The Phantom of the Opera”

-After Dutch Day, Victor and Elsa started to grow closer and closer, as well as their dogs Sparky and Persephone

-Despite her uncle's protests of having a dog around, he agreed to let Elsa keep Persephone. But he insists that she keep the dog away from his front lawn

-Sparky and Persephone had four puppies together. Their names are Coal, Raven, Anastasia, and Hades

-When they were in the eighth grade, Victor and Elsa had their first kiss at a Halloween dance at school. They had their second kiss after a Christmas dance recital; they were performing the Nutcracker together. They started officially dating when they were freshmen in high school

-Elsa’s favorite books are “To Kill a Mockingbird”, “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland”, “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow”, “Romeo and Juliet” and other works of William Shakespeare and her favorite writers are Lewis Carroll, Harper Lee, and Shakespeare. She also enjoys Edgar Allen Poe’s works

-Elsa considers Weird Girl (aka, Mindy) a friend, but she doesn’t like it when she creepily stares at her

-Elsa had a pen pal in New York City named Kristen. They wrote to each other a few times a month, but they lost touch when they reached senior year in high school

-When Victor and Elsa grew up and got married, they had two children. Their names are Peter Timothy Frankenstein (age 12) and Moira Juliet Frankenstein (age 8)

-Weird Girl’s full name is Mindy Cecilia White

-Mindy was raised by a single mother who was a medium, as well as a psychiatrist

-Mr. Whiskers was adopted as a kitten by Mindy from a local pet store. He was the only one of the litter that wasn't adopted because of his large starring eyes

-Mindy took the same ballet classes as Elsa

-Mindy has a crush on Edgar. She secretly hoped that Mr. Whisker's would one day dream about her and Edgar

-After Mr. Whiskers’ death, Mindy fell into a deep depression. Elsa was there to comfort her in her time of need and she even helped her bury the body in the pet cemetery

-Mindy first discovered Mr. Whiskers’ ability to predict the future through cat litter one morning after changing it; it was shaped in the letter B. On that same day, a girl named Brooklyn from school got three strikes at the bowling alley

-Mindy was born on April 3rd, 1958

-Edgar’s full name is Edgar Abraham Gore

-Edgar has a crush on Mindy, but he believes she’s out of his league and was too afraid to approach her

-At one point, Edgar wanted a snake or spider for a pet, but his mother told him no. Once tried to adopt a wild raccoon, but got a scolding from her when he let it into the house

-Edgar was born on September 14th, 1958

-After Dutch Day, Edgar developed a fear of rats

-Edgar still wants to make a death ray with Victor, even though they can't actually make one

-Mindy and Edgar started dating when they were in their sophomore year

-When they got married, Mindy and Edgar had a daughter named Giselle (age 7 ¾)

-Toshiaki’s full name is Toshiaki Ito Oroku

-Toshiaki's mother and father were originally born and raised in Japan until they moved to the US a month before he was born. Being an open community towards different race groups, New Holland was the perfect location to start a family

-Toshiaki was born on May 28th, 1956

-As a reward for winning his first science fair, Toshiaki was given a pet turtle, who he named Shelly. Shelly was unfortunately passed away when he was left outside in the hot afternoon in his aquarium for too long

-Toshiaki and Victor are frenemies, mainly friends, but mostly enemies

-When Shelly died two times, Toshiaki was very upset. But luckily, he had his friends to comfort him after his second and final burial

-In school, Toshiaki met one of the new girls, a Japanese girl named Mae-Lee, and he quickly developed a crush on her

-Years later, Toshiaki and Mae-Lee got married and had two children, a daughter named Shelley Sue (age 8) and Yoshi (age 7 months)

-Nassor’s full name is Nassor Hannibal Karloff

-In school, Nassor stood out from the other children due to his height and cynical macabre personality. The only thing that made him happy as a child was his pet hamster, Colossus. One day Colossus went missing and Nassor was frantic with worry. About five days later, Colossus was found trapped inside the wall and he had starved to death, leaving Nassor heartbroken

-Nassor has an interest in Ancient Egyptian culture around pharaohs and the afterlife. It was his idea as tribute to Colossus would be mummified and placed in a large tomb

-After Dutch Day, Nassor was found wrapped up and he was untied by the others. While he holds no grudges against Toshiaki, he doesn't exactly forgive him for causing Colossus's second death

-Nassor was born on February 24th, 1956

-After Dutch Day, Nassor met one of the new girls, a young lady named Hillary, and he was instantly infatuated with her

-When Nassor and Hillary grew up, they got married and had a son named Darwin (age 12)

-Bob’s full name is Bob Adam Hill

-Bob’s dad passed when he was rather young, making his mother, Mrs. Hill, extremely protective of him, and he finds it super embarrassing

-Bob hates it when people talk about his weight. When he fell down a manhole by accident, he got stuck and had to have a crane to pull him back out

-Bob was born on July 6th, 1957

-In school, Bob had a crush on a girl named Jenny

-Bob first met Toshiaki shortly after Shelly's death. Despite Toshiaki's cold behavior towards him at first, they became good friends

-Bob has an interest in marine life and he has a fish tank full of different kind of fish up in his room

-When he grew up, he and Jenny got married and had a son named Carl (age 12)

-Mr. Frankenstein’s full name is Edward Steven Frankenstein

-Edward was an avid lover of sports, especially baseball. He played as a star athlete in high school, where he first met Susan who was cheering with the other cheerleaders

-Edward has a bit of hard time understanding his son, Victor, but still supports him nonetheless

-Edward likes to role play with his wife Susan that he's a travelling salesman when her "husband" isn't around the house

-Edward often gets people who ask him about his last name Frankenstein. An old family rumor was that he was a direct descendant of the original presumed fictional scientist, Dr. Frankenstein

-Edward tries to get along with his next door neighbor, Mayor Bergermeister

-Mrs. Frankenstein’s full name is Susan Delia Woods Frankenstein

-Susan and Edward Frankenstein first met in back high school; he was a star athlete while she was the head cheerleader. A few years after graduation, they got married and she gave birth to Victor at age 31

-Susan has two sisters, Lillian and Francine. Francine is the eldest, Susan is the middle child, and Lillian is the youngest. Lillian is Vincent Malloy’s mother

-Susan isn't as social with the other mothers/housewives with their gossiping. She prefers the company with her family instead. She is friends with Mrs. Van Helsing, though

-Susan had a pet calico cat when she was younger named Lacey. But poor Lacey died when she was around Victor's age, so she knows what her son was going through

-Mayor Bergermeister’s full name is Robert “Bob” Clarence Bergermeister

-The Bergermeister family has been mayors of New Holland for generations. They were known for their strict laws, rules, and leadership towards its citizens

-Bergermeister has a very low tolerance towards animals, especially dogs… probably because he never had any pets growing up

-Elsa’s father’s full name is Jonathon Gabriel Van Helsing

-Elsa’s mother’s full name is Lydia Hermione Bergermeister Van Helsing

-Mr. and Mrs. Van Helsing are philosophers, hence why they tend to be away a lot. They travel to countries mostly in Europe, like Romania and the Netherlands. They sometimes take Elsa with them when they have to go out of the town, state, or even country. But most often, she stays behind because of school and just wants to be at home and spend time with Victor

-Mayor Bergermeister is in fact the older brother of Lydia by four years. Like most siblings, they do love each other but sometimes can’t stand each other

-Lydia is one of the few people and things that actually scares Mr. Bergermeister, despite the fact that that she’s his little sister. She doesn’t take nonsense from him or anyone else and she’s not afraid to stand up to him. When she’s done, he usually replies weakly “yes, sis” or “yes, little sis”

-Jonathon grew up in Romania for most of his childhood, but when he lost his parents, he immigrated to the United States to make a better life for himself. He met Lydia when he was about to start high school

-Bergermeister loves gardening, especially his first prize flowers. He absolutely hates it when the neighbor's dog lays his "business" all over the lawn

-Bergermeister cares deeply for his niece and younger sister… but he isn't very fond of her husband, Jonathon

-At first, Bergermeister greatly disliked the idea of Elsa and Victor being together, but he eventually grew to respect him

-Bergermeister used to be married; he and his wife even had a son named Bernard. But the couple had a huge fight and they filed for a divorce. When the divorce was finalized, his ex left New Holland and she took Bernard with him

-Bernard Bergermeister was never close with his cousin, Elsa. In fact, Elsa often found Bernard to be quite repulsive

-When Bernard grew up, he met a wealthy young woman named Lucille and they had a son named Bruce (age 13)

-Mr. Rzykruski’s full name is Ivan Darius Rzykruski

-Ivan was born in a small Eastern European village. He grew up influenced around various scientists in the community. Both of his parents were scientists in different fields of expertise and would encourage him to pursue his dreams

-By the time Ivan was 18 years old, he immigrated to the United States and eventually landed a job as a university professor teaching quantum mechanics. He met with various famous scientists in his career

-Ivan tends to be a bit dramatic in his teachings. He briefly took acting classes in his youth, but he wanted to focus more on being a scientist

-During one of his science lectures, Ivan met a woman by the name of Vanessa. They quickly fell in love, got married, and had a son named Dirk. Unfortunately when Dirk was about 9 years old, Vanessa passed away because of cancer. Ivan was heartbroken and he and Dirk missed her terribly. When Dirk was 10, Ivan sent his son to a private boarding school in another part of the state. But when the boy turned 14, he went back to public school

-Dirk grew up and met a woman named Clarice. They got married and had a daughter named Ingrid (age 13). But Clarice died of a terrible sickness when Ingrid was about 3 or 4, then Dirk died in a car crash when Ingrid was about 7. That was when Mr. Rzykruski took his granddaughter in and raised her as his own

-The gym teacher’s full name is Coach Darla Gladys Barnes

-Bob’s mom’s full name is Barbara Deborah Ferguson Hill

-Vincent Malloy’s full name is Vincent Sebastian Malloy

-When Vincent grew up, he met a woman named Marilynn, they got married and had a daughter named Winona (age 7). But Marilynn got into a bad car accident and passed away, leaving Vincent to raise his daughter on his own

-The invisible fish Victor reanimated didn't die. In fact, the fish used its invisibility powers to slip out of the glass jar Edgar was keeping it in and disappeared into the sewer, rumored to still be there

-The reason that New Holland has so many lightning storms is part of an old town legend. Centuries ago when the first settlers built New Holland, there was a young witch by the name of Loretta Thistletwing and while she was a good witch, she kept her true nature a secret from the superstitious townsfolk. Unfortunately, one fateful night, Loretta accidentally caused her powers to be revealed and the townsfolk formed an angry mob to have her killed. However, her beloved familiar black cat, Midnight, heard of the danger and tried to defend his mistress, only to get killed in the process. Outraged by the loss of her beloved pet, Loretta unleashed a curse upon the town right before they burned her at the stake, saying that the town would be cursed with perpetual thunderstorms and any lightning that hit a deceased pet would bring it back to life, unleashing its fury upon the town. This is why the lightning brings dead pets back. But Sparky is the only good one to be reanimated because Victor loved him so much

-Susan and her two sisters are the three granddaughters of Victor Van Dort and Victoria Everglot. Susan’s son and only child, Victor, was named after his great-grandfather who passed away before his birth

-In the past, New Holland had experienced horrible monster attacks and many of them were based on famous movie monsters. There was a mutated bulldog made out of slime (based on the Blob), a half lizard/fly (based on the Fly), a gigantic pet capuchin monkey (based on King Kong), and even a phantom like cat (based on the Phantom of the Opera). Of course, the current townsfolk never believed these supposed stories until the Dutch Day incident

-Legend has it that the curse Loretta put on the town could only be broken when a pet that had been deeply loved by its owner was brought back peaceful and the townsfolk came together to save it should it die again. This ultimately ended up happening by the end of the movie and the curse was unwittingly broken

This is all I've got so far, but feel free to tell me what you think and tell me which one is your favorite

#frankenweenie #Tim Burton

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Jacques Schnee but as a good dad (AU)

So following up with my drawing before that I made of an AU'd Jacques Schnee, I wanted to make notes on what exactly is different to him in comparison to his original character from the show.

Jacques Schnee, age 44 years old. An older, widowed man who lives luxuriously in the cybernetic city of Atlas with his two kids, Weiss Schnee and Whitley Schnee. Widely known as the CEO of the Schnee Dust Company (SDC), the largest Dust-mining company in Remnant.

Jacques Schnee comes from a family with negative origins, mostly for their racist past towards Faunus, and how their Dust company had forcibly used Faunus to work in life-threatening conditions to mine Dust. This company was considerably recent, only being founded 100 years ago.

The day Jacques was born, he was not alone. With his twin brother, Arthur Schnee, the two grew up in a household that would be considered merciless under the vice grip of their controlling parents. Growing up, the brothers' parents were materialistic and valued the approval of other wealthy people. Having two sons was already seen as a wonderful step-up to their image (as they grew up in a time where daughters weren't highly considered so much.) Their father was in control of the heinous company, their mother ruled with an iron grip in the household.

As they grew up, Arthur began to adopt a rebellious side, as he was more vocal with how he hated life in the household. Jacques was more secluded, but he agreed with his twin. As twins, Arthur was older by 10 minutes.

Even if Jacques was not as vocal about his feelings, he hated their life as well. He wanted to be happy, and not have their tiger parents loom over them and watch their every move. What the demanding parents wanted out of their sons was to be the best, and by best, that meant they had to sacrifice much of their childhood and dedicate their time to being genius creations for the Schnee image.

Despite the stress and frustration, Jacques and Arthur showed that they were quite intelligent boys that had a specific talent for business and the new technology that Atlas was beginning to slowly involve and evolve. Arthur was much more advanced with academics, proving to be a sort of prodigy to whatever he put his mind to. Jacques was also great, but to his parents, he was just "fine."

It was at the age of 13 when Jacques discovered his semblance, being a user of cold elements. While this was amazing, unfortunately, Arthur would be the target of many disapproving years. He had no semblance, therefore he did not inherit the Schnee power. This upset the parents, as well as began to create a strain in the marriage. Despite the boys being twins, their father began to doubt Arthur was even his son, creating distance between him and his wife.

Notes: - Eventually, the parents become distant and the wife decides that she would rather have her dignity than to be called a harlot. So she leaves the household, leaving her sons and her husband. - The twins grow up and start having more awareness of what they can do to change their surroundings, one for the better and one for the worst. - Jacques copes by sneaking out to use his powers to play games and tricks on Atlas civilians. He loves summoning. - Arthur only plans to get back at his father for being a piece of shit, honing his skills on technology, wanting to become a scientist. - Father dies 'mysteriously,' now pushing the company and written responsibility onto Jacques. He didn't know he was to heir the company. Arthur doesn't care and vanishes to become a scientist. - Jacques takes up the responsibility anyways, though he doesn't like the conditions that his father left the company in. The White Fang movement begins, Jacques wants to change things so that Faunus won't have to work for SDC any longer in harsh conditions.

As Atlas' newest technology comes to fruition, Jacques is intrigued by the mass production that the new robots do to protect and serve. He then ponders on the new idea of creating robot miners and workers that can take the heavy labour from human/Faunus miners. This is how he first meets James and Pietro, wanting them to hear out his plans on replacing workers.

At first, they were unsure, wondering if they could really take away jobs from humans/Faunus in the SDC, but Jacques keeps pressing for change. He explains the terrible conditions and thinks things would be much more safe and efficient if robots were to do the mining instead, plus it would be a better look on the SDC and Atlas if they made that drastic change. Finally, the two conceded and begin the project with Jacques.

While the project was underway, Jacques and James didn't see eye-to-eye. Jacques openly didn't like how restrictive James could be with his attitude, finding him to be intolerable, but workable. James just didn't like Schnees, already having a sour relationship with Jacques' dead father, and now continuing that with Jacques' presence.

Meanwhile, Arthur had begun to distance himself from the Schnee name, renaming himself as Arthur Watts. It would help him get into his new career, finding himself enjoying being an Atlesian scientist among new colleagues he's met. This would be where their Project P.E.N.N.Y. is discussed, and how Arthur is involved in the creation.

- So far, the replacement of robots doing the mining works wonders to stop the heinous crime done to the human/Faunus workers, but it still doesn't exclude SDC from future problems and its rotten reputation that Jacques has to take time to fix. - Jacques and Willow soon meet, fall in love, and the two have children. Winter (eldest), Weiss (middle child), and Whitley (youngest.) - Unfortunately, Willow doesn't live long, as she suffered a terminal illness for years. She soon passes away before Weiss' 15th birthday. Jacques and Willow had been married for 20 years before her death. - Jacques has a fine relationship with his kids, trying to balance work with his family life. He still is the trickster as always, still finding enjoyment in playing games or pranks on others. While Winter and Weiss had awakened their semblances, Whitley still needed to learn how to unlock his. Or perhaps just like Arthur, Whitley would be without powers. - Arthur's demise from trying to help the Atlesian Scientists crumble as he is constantly pushed away by James, and feels rejected when he learns Pietro is chosen over him. He wants revenge and joins Salem's conquest. - Arthur has never met his nieces or nephew, but he's not shy of meeting them one day. Jacques is not so keen on his brother meeting them, but Arthur thinks nothing would be wrong if he did meet them. - Jacques has now been rewritten, thanks.

#rwby rewrite #jacques schnee #arthur watts #au #critique is welcome because I need them

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horrorstreet · 4 years

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Soulmates Surprise

Request: BRAHMS ,,, i need ,., stinky wall boy thirst or ill combust please im begging you

Request sent in by: Anon

Summary: In a world where soulmates injuries appear on the others skin, you feel the pain of Brahms burn at a young age and live your life the best you can. When you get a nanny job at the Heelshire mansion, things take an unexpected turn and Brahms gets the biggest surprise of his life.

Brahms x reader

Warnings: Angst, burns, scars, blood, bullying.

Quick Note!: I had this sitting here for the longest time and didn’t feel great about it but I tried to make it better. So so so so so sorry for the wait. I hope you enjoy!

Almost everyone is born with a soulmate. Some are born without that special connection to someone their souls are tied to. While most would say that it was a curse to not find the person who would bring you happiness, some would call it a blessing. It happened not too long ago that people began to receive soulmates and no one knew where this strange change was coming from. Scientists still scramble for a reason for what caused the strange connection that tethers two people together and it has yet to be discovered, remaining a mystery to all. In this world, when one is connected with a soulmate, any injury that their partner receives will appear on their soulmate's body and the pain carries along with it and there is no finding to prove a way to prevent this. On the bright side, when one finds their soulmate, all of those injuries and the pain that comes along with it disappear. Almost as if time erases the marks it has made on that person leaving them spotless.

You were born in perfect health, a happy baby, and your parents thought you were just precious. All was well and your parents were convinced you would live a happy and safe life up until your 8th birthday. You had been enjoying our 8th birthday, happy to be growing up and getting presents and eating cake when it took a turn for the worst. Little did you know that it would be the last day of your “normal” life. It wasn't long after you turned 8 that something felt strange to you. You were playing in your room with all of your new gifts and toys when you suddenly felt suffocated. The air you inhaled felt thick and you began to cough. You had dropped everything you were holding to the floor, bringing your hands up to your neck and started coughing harder and harder trying to breath in the perfectly clean air around you. You parents ran into your room hearing your struggle and tried patting you on the back, not aware of what was going on. Your coughing started to mix with horrifying screams as you felt a serious burning cover your neck. It was the worst pain you had experienced so far in your life and the day your parents feared had finally come. Your hands desperately clawed at your own face, peeling off the skin which was seemingly melting away around your right eye while your parents tried to stop you from doing any further damage but it was too far gone to save any skin now.

After the first wave of pain hit you, your parents rushed you to the hospital as fast as they could, not caring for anything else going on around them. It was common for a hospital to be full, soulmate injuries happening all the time. It was actually the most common place to meet your other half but this was not your case at all and wouldn't be for a very long time. Doctors and nurses rushed you into the emergency room, alerting the workers of what had happened to you and successfully catching the attention of everyone around you including waiting patients. When others around you had seen your melted face, many vomited right then and there while others shied away from the sight, close to adding to the mess of puke already on the floor. The nurses' faces went pale as they looked over your injury and you began screaming again, feeling a horrible pressure press up against your burn. Your soulmate must be trying to fix their own burn on their own because the pressure felt a lot like a small hand pressed up against the side of your face, making the burning sensation even worse. The nurses' eyes dripped with tears from the sight of the terribly injured child before them but quickly collected themselves like they were taught to and knew that they had to get themselves under control for your sake and to make you feel better and heal as fast as you could. You cried out for your parents as you were taken away by a doctor and her nurses around her. “Everything is going to be ok.” They promised you. “It will all be better soon.” But the scar the incident left behind would only bring you more pain than you ever would have expected.

Upon waking up, you were unable to see out of your right eye and began to panic. “Mommy! Daddy! … Mommy!!” You screamed out, thrashing around in your hospital bed. Nurses quickly rushed into the room and held you down to prevent you from messing with your face for a second time, worrying that they were too late. Another ran in and stopped when she saw the heartbreaking scene and slowly walked over to you. “My dear, you are going to have to calm down. You are hurting yourself.” She instructed, taking your small hand in hers. “Mommy?” You hiccuped, your face wet with tears. “No, darling. They will be back soon.” She told you, giving you a sad smile. You took a small shaky breath, tears still falling down your face and nodded to her, curling your small hand into a fist in her hold, slowly pulling away. “Why can’t I see?” You whimpered, reaching a hand up to touch whatever was keeping you from seeing. “No,no! Don’t touch it! You have a wrap over your face to help you get better ok? You won’t be able to see for awhile.” She explained. “Oh…” Was all you could think to say and laid back down with your face pointed at the ceiling. A few of the nurses left your hospital room while others stayed to check your vitals which did startle you. Who were these people and where were your parents? All you wanted was your parents.

It wasn’t until the next day did your wish come true. Your parents rushed into your room to see you and your mother crumbled into your father's side in tears. You recognize your father standing in the door and reached out for him. “Hello, princess …” He smiled at you, taking your hand. “Daddy!” You giggled, wincing at the sharp pain that shot through the injured half of your face. “Yes, hello! How are you feeling?” He asked you, gently brushing your hair out of your face. Your mother cleaned the tears off of her face and smiled at you, taking your other hand. “I can’t see.” You told them, looking over at your mother. “What?” You mom asked, her face dropping. “My eye is covered. They said it was going to make me feel better!” You happily explained to her with the part of your smile that wasn't covered. “Oh… dear, you frightened me …” She sighed, a hand resting on her chest. “I'm sorry, mommy.” You apologized, squeezing her hand. “Oh! Dear, no! You are perfectly fine!” She chuckled, running her thumb over your hand. Your smile returned to your face after hearing your mother's words and you told them about all of the nice nurses that had been helping you while they were gone. They were pleased to hear about how well things went and made sure to thank all nurses and doctors that helped their daughter recover. You went home with the bandage still on your face which meant you would need your parents help getting around and taking care of the injury but you weren't complaining.

Your parents loving looks towards you never changed unlike those around you. As you healed, you were able to remove your bandage from off of your eye and you were absolutely happy to be able to see everything from your right eye again. Your skin felt like it was tugging at the side of your face and everything felt so rough to you. The first time you looked into the mirror after the incident, you almost didn’t recognize the reflection staring back at you. Your hair was untouched and so was your eye but the skin on the right half of your face was red and scarred and you feared yourself for the longest time. Your parents explained to you that nothing had changed about you as a person, your face just healed the best it could and tried its best to return to its original look. They made you feel proud of your appearance and body but others did the opposite.

“Ew! What happened to your face!” They would point and laugh and grimace and when you tried to tell them what your parents had told you, they completely broke you apart. Unfortunately for them, you weren’t one to take insults like that. You shot back 10 times harder and let your young voice be heard. It happened all the time but you had already accepted yourself and what had happened so any negative comments people would throw your way would do absolutely nothing to you and only made you feel more and more confident in yourself. “They don’t know what it’s like and that’s ok. I am beautiful.” You encourage yourself with your head held high.

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“Good luck and we love you.” Your mother sniffled. “Please, don’t cry, mother! I will be back soon. I will visit as much as I can.” You told her, taking her hands. “I know, I know. But you’re just so far away.” She wiped her tears away, reminding you of that day in the hospital. “You stay out of trouble, now.” Your father smiled, bringing you into a hug. “I can’t promise anything.” You chuckled. Your father shook his head and let you go and you took a deep breath. “Bye mom … dad.” You waved, trying your hardest not to cry. “Goodbye, dear. We love you.” Your mom waved back, standing at her husband's side. “I love you guys more. Goodbye.” Your mom shook her head and continued to wave as the car you got in drove off down the road, the figure of your parents getting smaller and smaller.

When you were too far to see them anymore, you moved out of the window and sat down. “Quite the goodbye.” The driver said, looking at you through the mirror. “The hardest.” You replied, looking down at your bag. It was silent for a while till the driver spoke up but not without hesitation. “I know this may be rude …. But I was wondering what is on your face?” He asked, glancing at you through the mirror every other second, most likely examining your mask. You were silent, thinking of how to answer his question this time around when he spoke up. “I'm sorry… I shouldn’t have asked …” He apologized, scratching his stubble covered chin. “No, no. It’s ok. Uhm, when I was younger, I got a pretty nasty burn. It bothered people a lot so I figured I would wear a mask. Makes it easier for me and them.” You told him, reaching under your mask to itch your scars which he noticed. “Is it uncomfortable?” He asked again, not bothering to look back at you again. “Yeah,” You sighed. “It gets on my nerves a lot.” You said to him, pulling your mask back into place. “You don’t have to wear it here. I'm not one to judge.” He smiled. “Are you sure?” You asked, reaching up to take the mask off. He nodded his head and looked back at the road to focus on driving and you thanked him. You smiled and removed the mask from your face, undoing the straps and putting it in your bag.

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“Here we are. You sure you don’t want me to drive you all the way up there?” He asked, turning around to look at you, not flinching away at your scar covered face at all. “I'm alright. Thank you so much. You really do have a kind soul, sir.” You said while pulling your bags out of the car. “Well, thank you too. And hey, as much as people might get in your hair because of the way you look, you keep moving forward. You're a strong kid. I can tell.” You nodded at him and waved goodbye as he drove off back to the main road. You walked through the large open gates and up the gravel path to the large house that awaited you.

“Uhm …”

Knock

You hit the door with your knuckles and waited for someone to open the door. You jumped out of your skin when you heard the door open, its old hinges screeching against each other. “Hello?” You called out, walking through the door. “My name is (y/n). I'm the nanny?” You raised a brow and set your things down on the couch by the door and looked around. You wandered around the house, peeking into every room to get a feel for the place when you stumbled across a neat, typed out sheet of rules that sat right next to a porcelain doll. “Brahms?” You picked the doll up and held it out in front of you, really questioning if this is what you came all this way for. “Oh my god. What did I just get myself into.” You mumbled to yourself. “Ms (L/n) I presume?” A voice greeted from behind you. You gasped and carefully laid the doll down on its side to turn around. An older lady stood at the bedroom door with a smile on her face, waiting for your reply. “Mrs. Heelshire. I am so, so sorry. The door just opened … on its own? So I walked in but no one was there.” You explained to her in a flustered manner. “No worries, it must have been Brahms that opened the door. I'm surprised he did that.” She gestured to the doll. You gave out a few laughs before looking at her face and realizing she was serious. You cleared your throat and looked down at your feet and back up to her. “I am glad you have already had the chance to meet and hold Brahms. He really does seem to like you.” Mrs. Heelshire shrugged. “Oh, yes. He is a very lovely boy.” You nodded which made her smile. “I'm glad to hear that. Me and my husband are leaving tonight so I figured I would explain everything to you before we left.” Mrs. Heelshire said while walking over to the doll and picking it up off of its side to sit it back up.

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“Goodbye.” You closed the door behind the two and let out a long breath. “Oh my god. Oh my god. What the hell.” You panicked, looking around the large house. You were about to enter the kitchen when you heard a door slam shut, making you yelp. “Hello! Who’s there!” You shouted out, grabbing a large knife to protect yourself with. Another door slammed shut behind you making you scream and run up to your room with the knife held tightly in your right hand. “Brahms! If this is you!” You shakily called out to the boy. “Play with me.” A young boy's voice called out to you. The adrenaline racing throughout your body made your heart pump and brought tears to your eyes. “Ok. I'm coming.” You took a deep breath and put the knife down, making the decision to play it safe in case there were to be an actual child running around the long halls of the large mansion. You walked into Brahms’s bedroom and slowly walked over to the doll sitting on the bed. You looked around to see if there was an actual child hiding somewhere nearby but when you found nothing, you quickly looked back over to the doll. “You wanna play?” You asked the doll, picking it up and resting it on your hip. “Well, that isn’t on the list, so.” You scolded him, picking the paper up off the covers and reading over it.

You started with his lessons, sitting him by you while you struggled to play the piano. After about an hour of that, you picked Brahms up and carried him to a large chair that you pulled in front of your own seat. You picked up a poem book and began to read to him loud and clear for as long as needed and played his music. You walked around the house with Brahms to clean the place up, dusting, wiping things down, sweeping and mopping everything you could while swaying to the sound of the song playing in the background. When the music stopped, you left Brahms to put everything away. When you came back, Brahms was no longer sitting where he once was and you felt your heart pounding in your chest. “Brahms?” You yelled, quickly walking all throughout the house trying to find where he went off too. “I'm sorry. I forgot about the rule to never leave you alone.” You apologized to him once you found him looking out the glass doors that lead to a balcony on the top floor. You picked him up and looked outside at the green trees surrounding the place. It was warm enough that you wouldn’t want to layer up during the daytime so you figured it would be nice to take him to the balcony.

Lifting the latch to the door, you pulled them open to let in the fresh outside air. “Nice, isn’t it.” You smiled walking forward to lean on the railing with Brahms still in your arms but you weren't expecting the railing underneath you to be so weak and crumble apart when you put your weight on it and you fell forward. The broken stone stabbed into your stomach as you fell down to the ground, trying to curl your body to keep Brahms safe but you were too late in catching yourself and began to fall off of the balcony. You let out a very loud scream as you fell off the platform, throwing Brahms behind you so he didn’t fall down with you. You had thought that you had met your end until you felt a large hand grip the back of your shirt and prevent you from falling all the way to the ground from the top floor. The person behind you grabbed your leg and pulled you back onto the balcony, hugging you close. You were about to scream out for the stranger to let you go but felt a warm feeling flow throughout your body. Your burns marks began to disappear and the scratches and stab wound closed up and the dark blood that stained your clothing was the only proof left that it had actually happened.

Brahms felt the change as well and let you go so he could back away to reach his hand under his mask to feel his face. It felt smooth under his touch for once and he was startled. What have you done? Where were his scars? He snapped his head up to look at you and you quickly stood up to run off. You didn’t catch him speed off until he was already through the doors, the doll in his hand. “Wait! Hold on!” You called after him, quickly getting up and pulling your mask off of your face to let it fall to the ground. You had abandoned it with the broken stones that made up the railing of the balcony and left the doors open as well. You sprinted after him, catching his sleeve in the process and pulled as hard as you could. Brahms stumbled back and wrapped his hand around your neck, lifting you up before slamming you into the ground. Your head collided with the hardwood floor of the house leaving you dizzy and causing Brahms to feel the same. He loosened his grip on your throat and waited for the throbbing in the back of his head to stop before looking back at you. When he felt his airway closing up as he held his large hand down on your throat, it finally hit him. “Soulmate.” A deeper voice whispered. His hand lifted off of your neck allowing you to take a deep breath of air and pulled you back into his lap.

The doll was discarded by a decorative chair by the both of you and his new free hand came over to wrap itself around your body. He held you as close as he could, his mask getting in the way of him pressing his face into your hair. He removed his mask without a second thought and nuzzled his face into your neck. He had never felt this type of calm before. It was new to him and it made his heart beat fast and his skin tingle. You tried moving away from the man holding you but his grip on you only got tighter. He found his other half and there was no way he was letting you go now. “You’re my soulmate.” You whispered, trying to comprehend everything that was happening. You closed your eyes and leaned back into Brahms chest and felt a feeling that you had never felt before.

Love

You felt at home in his arms. You didn’t care if it was in the snow, in the heat, or in the dirt. Wherever he was, was where your home would be. He felt the need to be closer to you than possible and just held you there, enjoying the time he was sharing with you. “(Y/n)...” The low voice spoke just above a whisper. Hearing him speak made you want to cry a river of tears of joy. His voice was like a sweet melody in your ears, so soft and soothing and you could listen to it all day long. You could listen to it for the rest of your life.

#brahms heelshire #brahms #brahms the boy #the boy #brahms x reader #brahms imagine #brahms heelshire x reader #slasher blog #slasher x reader #slasher x s/o #slasher x you

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kaelma · 3 years

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Black Butler-Inspired Fallout 4 Sole Survivor concept:

"Why have I been summoned?"

"My husband was killed in the war. I want him back."

"I cannot bring him back. No demon is powerful enough to do so. At least, not how you want him. He would be a husk, a facsimile. Or an undead creature. … However. I could replace him."

"What?"

"Everything you remember. His form, voice, smell. I would become that, for a certain period of time."

"... I want my son to have a father. You will never harm me or my child. You will protect us to the best of your ability. You will be my husband in appearance and behavior, exactly as I remember him. You will remain this way until I die, when you will give the appearance of passing on with me so that my son will never know the truth."

"My payment?"

"My soul."

"An awful lot of work for a single soul. Let us clarify. Provision 1) I will never harm you or your child. Done. I am patient. 2) I will protect you and your child to the best of my ability. The best of my ability as a demon, or the best of my ability while pretending to be a human?"

"Any violence against us that can be stopped will be stopped, provided your true nature is kept secret."

"Very well. 3) I will be your husband, as you remember him. A challenge, but not a hardship. 4) I prefer a more concrete length of time for our contract. Our arrangement will last until your husband's 50th birthday, at which point I will appear to die to preserve the secret. A week later, I will take your soul, leaving the appearance that you died of grief."

"90th birthday."

"60th. A good lifespan for a human, and though I am patient I am far from a saint."

"He's five years older than me."

"65th birthday, then. You will have 30 years with your husband. Your son will be 30 years old when he loses his parents, sad perhaps, but time for him to establish his life before your passing. You will know it's coming, so it's not as though you won't have your affairs in order."

"... Ok."

"Are you certain you wish to agree to the terms of the contract? Such an act cannot be reversed. Your soul will be forfeit."

"I understand. I agree to the terms of the contract."

"Very well. With this seal, our contract will be signed, the bond unbreakable. I'll preserve the illusion, as you prefer. Expect your soldier to come home from the war with the rest of the wounded, Nora. Say his name, and seal our contract."

"Sebastian."

She'd been terrified when she saw him. Overjoyed at first, a brief moment of everything being perfect. Then she'd looked in his eyes and seen… something. And it all came back.

"You look just like him."

"As you remember, as you said."

"It's… eerie."

"Don't worry, honey," the demon said with her husband's voice, "anything you want me to be, I can adjust. Soon you'll forget I was ever gone."

She never forgot. But, she could ignore it. She adjusted, let the knowledge he was a copy fade. He learned quickly, which helped. As the baby grew, he was there to fill her every need. He kept the same habits she remembered that always drove her a little crazy. He was so very good at pretending to be Sebastian. When the baby was born, he was there to hold her hand and praise her. Perhaps she forgot, day to day. She let herself relax around him, caught herself leaning against him, kissing him…

… and once in a while she would wake in the middle of the night, and he would be awake. Demons don't sleep. He pretended sometimes, because she wanted to sleep with the feel of a body next to her. But he didn't sleep. And in that tiny moment she would remember. But each time it happened, she cared less and less.

For the demon's part, he could wait. It had been centuries since someone had summoned him. Her grief and confidence had drawn him. Taking human form was a trick he'd performed in the past. This time came with the carnal benefits of a husband to his wife; an amusing pastime. There was hardly anything in this perfect little suburban town of Sanctuary Hills (the irony was delightful) for him to protect Nora and Shaun from, which made this contract a life of pampering a human woman and taking care of the baby. Buying a robot meant he never had to worry about housework, and could focus his attention on making Nora as happy as possible. The more she forgot he was a demon, the better her soul would taste at the end.

The Vault, similar to the robot, was supposed to make his job easier. Anyone could see the humans were going to destroy each other. A place in the Vault guaranteed the terms of the contract would be kept.

As the pod grew cold, Sebastian tried to escape. But Vault-Tec scientists were right there, and the contract stated that his true nature must be kept secret. And though Vault-Tec had lied, Nora and Shaun were not in immediate danger. So he froze. And he waited.

When the strangers came for Shaun, the contract held him in place again. "Provided your true nature is kept secret." He was trapped as a human. The gun shot, and he screamed in rage. Her soul was gone. She had been stolen from him… why couldn't he transform? Why couldn't he take his true form, why… why was he cold?

The pod door opened, and he fell to the ground. What had happened? She was dead. He opened the door and saw she was dead, her soul gone… but the seal of the contract remained? Oh. The boy. He had agreed to protect her son, too, with no clause stating nullification of the contract upon her death. How could he have been so foolish?

She had ensured that he would protect her child if somehow he couldn’t save her. It was well played, he had to give her that. He should have expected no less from a lawyer. That meant the boy was alive somewhere. He had to protect the child until “Sebastian” had aged to 65 years, or until the child died, not by his hand. He was furious… for a moment.

At least he could have his revenge on those who stole Nora's soul from him. Then he would find the child and find out how long he would have to wait for the contract to be fulfilled.

#fallout 4 #sole survivor #fan fiction #sebastian #all I write is obscure crossover shit apparently #i'm totally doing a run with Sebastian #I'll let y'all know how it goes if you're interested

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willow-salix · 4 years

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New chapter is up. You can read the previous ones here.

The man could only be seen in profile, the room he sat in so dark that you could make out nothing of his features, even his voice was carefully neutral, leading them to believe that he was using some kind of voice modifier.

It didn't matter to them who he was though, just that he was the one paying them ridiculous amounts of money to follow his instructions to the letter. They never questioned the reasons behind their clients instructions, it wasn't their place to, they were just there to do the job.

***

He could still picture the scene perfectly, even though he tried to avoid doing so. No one wanted to be reminded of the day their world had come crashing down around them and changed forever.

She had been everything to him, the only family he had ever known and truthfully the only family he had ever felt he needed. She had never remarried, nor had he ever known her to even go out on a date. Her whole world had revolved around him.

He had gotten used to the taunts, the sneering chants of "mama's boy, mama's boy" every time he had broken down in tears, the bullying getting to be too much. It hadn't been his fault that he didn't have the latest fashions on his feet or the newest phone in his pocket, his mother worked long hours in a job she hated just to keep the roof over their heads and just enough food in the cupboards to fill their bellies.

But they had been happy, she had been the very best mother that a boy could ever have wanted. Caring and kind to a fault, cherishing him above all others. She had never blamed him for ruining her life or for holding her back from the things that she would have liked to have done had he not existed. She had showered him with love and affection.

He had only asked her once where his father was, but the sadness in her eyes had made sure he never asked again.

"Your father was a good man," she had smiled. "And I loved him very much. “

"Then why did he leave us?" he had asked with all the innocence of childhood, not knowing just how painful his question would be.

"He didn't leave us, Bayi, he died."

"I want to know all about him, Beguk," he had demanded. His mother had laughed, she had the sweetest laugh, like the tinkling of a bell, and ruffled his hair, kissing him softly on the forehead.

"When, you're older, Bayi, when you're older."

But he never got a chance to ask her again. A fatal seizure from undiagnosed Epilepsy had made sure of that.

He'd walked home from school for lunch, it being cheaper for him to eat at home, and found her in their kitchen, her right arm blistered, the now cold and empty kettle beside her on the floor.

The doctor had said that her dizzy spells had been far more serious than she had ever believed, although lack of funds had meant that she had never visited a doctor,

She had been cremated with little ceremony and he had become a ward of the state, spending the years between 8 and 18 as an orphan with no known family.

The day after his eighteenth birthday he had been called into the office of the orphanage that had been his home for the past ten years. He was handed a box of his mother's belongings, a small amount of money and the keys to a room in a hostel and was instructed to pack his meagre belongings.

He was on his own.

He had spent his first night alone with nothing but the bare essentials in his room and a box of memories. In it he had discovered things about his mother that he had never known before, finding her birth certificate and his, her passport, a number of letters from her to her family, all returned unopened, and two from the man that his mother had loved so much along with a picture of his heavily pregnant mother and the man who had fathered him.

***

"You have your orders, you know what to do. You will do everything in your power to bring International Rescue to the scene, and when you do, we shall be watching them. We know the mistakes of the past made by those who wished to bring about their downfall, they thought too small. The world is bigger than just their operation, they are just the tip of the iceberg, but they are one of the biggest cogs in the wheel, but by no means the only one."

Twelve faces on twelve screens nodded their understanding.

"You will not engage, you will not attack, you will simply observe. Many a battle has been lost through underestimating your enemy. These and the coming months are nothing but a fact finding mission. I want to know everything about them, even the things you may deem insignificant. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, and we shall be keeping the closest of eyes on them. Do you understand your orders?"

Again they nodded.

"End transmission."

The screens went dark as he cut the feed.

***

"I don't care! I'm not listening!"

"You have to care, because it's a fact! You can't change it, it's been this way for over fifty years!

"Fifty years? Is that all? Just because a bunch of scientists and astronomers suddenly decided it doesn't count?"

"I'm one of those astronomers!"

"And I don't care! I don't give two shits what you and your little space buddies say, I refuse to acknowledge it."

Selene stomped through the lounge from the sleeping quarters, John following closely behind.

"You have to care, because you're wrong!"

She spun around to face him, both of them seemingly oblivious to the fact that they had an audience, and a very captive audience at that. They had never seen Selene and John argue like this, John never yelled.

"Ha! And I say it again, ha! Because that's what I think of your opinion. You say it's wrong, so that's the way it has to be. What you say goes. You always have to be right."

"I always have to be right? Have you met yourself?"

"I have, and I'm fabulous. You on the other hand, are annoying."

"What are they arguing about?" Gordon whispered to Scott, who shrugged.

"I'm annoying? You're the one arguing scientific facts based on what? Come on, give me one good reason. Just one." He crossed his arms, bestowing a glare on her that had beaten down untold numbers of unhelpful officials and rescuees over the years, but had zero impact on the love of his life.

"I have one very good reason."

Scott and Gordon actually leaned closer, waiting to see what her one good reason was, even Jeff had put down his tablet to see what all the fuss was about.

"And that is?" He couldn't think of a single thing that could be a valid argument.

"I refuse to piss off the Lord of the Underworld."

"Must be something to do with the wedding," Scott whispered back to Gordon, "some pagan thing? Weddings can make anyone stressed."

John blinked. Had he heard her right?

"Can you repeat that?" Because I don't think I heard you correctly."

"Oh you heard me, you just didn't want to listen. I know you."

"The reason you give for arguing that Pluto is a planet is that you refuse to piss off a god?"

Scott burst out laughing, he couldn't hold it in any longer.

"That's right. I am not prepared to risk it. Hades is a fair god, even though he gets a bad rap, but I'm still not willing to tell one of the big three that he's been demoted. Pluto is a planet, it's a forgotten planet, but a planet none the less and nothing you can say or do will change my mind."

"I have proof!"

Selene waved her hand dismissively. "And I don't want to see your proof. It's boring and I don't care. You do you, boo."

"It's a dwarf planet, a dwarf. There is scientific proof, it does not meet the the criteria to be classified as a planet."

"Did you just say that Hades is too small to count?" The shocked look on her face was hilarious to behold. "You keep your little scientific knowledge and I'll keep the favour of the one that will decide my fate when I die. You wanna be stuck in Tartarus for eternity, go for it. Me, I'll be living my best afterlife, I'm going straight to the good times, baby!"

"Did you really need to emphasise that with a hip swivel?"

"Yep," she popped the P loudly. "I'll need me a new husband by that point because he'll have let Cerburus eat you." She bumped her hip against his and walked away.

"We are not done with this discussion!"

She flipped him the bird, not looking back.

"Give it up, bro. You're never going to win against her," Scott commiserated.

John flopped down on the couch with an exasperated sigh. "I'll never understand that woman, never."

"Welcome to the world of women, son, "Jeff added.

"How can she argue with facts?"

"Because women have their own unique logic that we are not privy to and never will be," Jeff answered. "Let me bestow upon you the wisdom my father once told me."

All three sons gave him their full attention, ready to partake of his genius.

"Women don't care about facts, they deal in feelings and they are ruthless, often bringing out their greatest weapons."

"And they are?"

"Tears, breasts and the withholding of sexual favours. Most of the time it's not worth arguing with them, but if you insist on being an idiot, protect your balls."

Gordon howled with laughter, Scott joining in a second later.

"Thanks for that, Dad. Remind me again why I'm getting married?"

"Nothing to do with me, son. I wasn't even here when you asked her, that's all on you."

"I'm beginning -" John's comm beeped. "Yes, EOS?"

"Hello, John, you said to report anything where International Rescue might be of use. There is a breaking news report on almost every channel, though we have not received any calls for it as yet."

"Thanks, EOS, keep monitoring for me."

Jeff was already moving to turn on the holoprojector.

"Early reports can not confirm the origin of the explosion that rocked the Clifton Mall in San Diego, and police are unwilling to comment on the possibility that it may be counted as a terrorist attack. Local rescue crews are on the scene and doing all they can to help the walking wounded as they await permission to enter the building as well as out of area teams as back up crews. "

They all watched as the camera panned away from the news anchor to show the devastating scene. Flames were licking at the roof of the building, or at least what was left of it, smoke billowing out of ragged holes that had been blasted outward. What looked like hundreds of people milled around, dodging between or climbing over piles of rubble, some standing out as emergency services but others were obviously civilians. A sea of people in torn and bloody clothes, their desperate screams and wailing sobs could be clearly heard as they searched frantically for their lost family members.

"Selene! Alan! Virgil!" Scott yelled, already running for his launch chute, not waiting for Jeff to issue the order.

All three arrived around the same time, rushing into the lounge from various directions, skidding to a halt when they saw the news.

"Gordon, Alan, let's move," Virgil ordered, his booted feet thumping the floor as he walked.

"I'm going too," Selene announced.

"No you aren't," John insisted, grabbing her arm as she passed by.

"Who made you the boss of me?" she snapped back, shaking off his hand. "There are families down there and if there's anything I can do to help them, I'm going to be there."

"Now is not the time to start another argument," Jeff stepped in. "You're both going, it's all hands on deck for this one."

"But won't you need me help here?" John asked, clearly worried about both his system and the state of the rescue.

"Your Grandma can help, and we have that computer of yours-"

"EOS," John interrupted, "her name is EOS and she's far more than a computer."

Selene took his hand, their previous argument forgotten, giving it a quick squeeze. "Babe, we'll do this later, come on, we don't have a lot of time."

John nodded, accepting the wisdom of her words, but he didn't look happy about it.

Together they followed after Gordon and Alan to get suited up.

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