#i wrote this at midnight

[kankat11]

I have to right a wrong in the Good Omens fandom. Over and over again I see edits of Crowley to the song killer queen, and while they are fun and entertaining you couldn't be more wrong. Crowley is good old fashioned lover boy of this pair.   Aziraphale is the killer queen. I am very passionate about this. Just look at the lyrics the literal first sentence from the song is "She keeps her Moët et Chandon In her pretty cabinet" sound familiar right?

The subtitles are awful but you get my point.

And that is far from the only time the lyrics sound suspiciously like Aziraphale. Just look here.

" "Let them eat cake," she says Just like Marie Antoinette"

Need I say more. Till this day I am not sure he's actually eating cake.

"Caviar and cigarettes"

Sushi is close enough.

"Well versed in etiquette"

Yes!

"Extraordinarily nice"

Bit too nice at times.

It's almost creepy at times. Please ignore the subtitles.

"She's a Killer Queen"

Just look at her.

"Insatiable an appetite"

We aren't talking about this scene.

"To avoid complications She never kept the same addres"

I'll admit that this one doesn't fit Aziraphale.

"She spoke just like a baroness" 

"Met a man from China"

Probably at some point.

"Perfume came naturally from Paris (naturally)"

Naturally.

"For cars she couldn't care less"

Just look at his poor face.

"Gunpowder, gelatine"

He owns a gun and loves sweet things.

"Playful as a pussy cat"

Don't mind the subtitles.

"She's out to get you"

She is definitely out to get Crowley.

Moral of this the story is: can someone please for the love of my SANITY make an full video edit of Aziraphale to the song killer queen or if it exists please tell me. I desperately require it.

Yours sincerely KanKat,

#long post #I wrote this at midnight #don't take this too seriously #I love the Crowley edits #this is the perfect representation of thoughts when I need to go to sleep #just needed to get this of my chest #subtitles are a nightmare #good omens #ineffable husbands #good omens 3 #aziraphale #Crowley #queen band #Kat's midnight rants

[grayskythunder]

Fuck it, headcanons that don't serve any purpose other than for my own personal enjoyment

Everyone on the team gets intrusive thoughts because I say so, some much louder than others (Lloyd and kai)

Kai cannot handle spice. I mean he can handle a little just enough for the food to taste good but any more and he will die.

Nya is a God with spicy food anyone catching a whiff of the amount of spice she puts in will not survive. she has the best spice tolerance in the whole team (and maybe realm)

Lloyd only started to dissociate (derailization and depersonalization) after morro's possession (because yes it fucked him up quite badly!!) It used to be triggered frequently directly after possession but its gotten better over time

Jay is trans, Cole is aroace, Lloyd is questioning (like me :D), Zane is pan, Nya is bi, and Kai is the token straight (sorry for this one lol)

Jay keeps accidently exploding the nearest microwave whenever he gets spooked. Like that's his go to thing to explode. whenever there's not a microwave in the Bounty or monastery the police will call them about ANOTHER broken microwave in some poor persons apartment.

Cole and Lloyd would be Lovejoy fans I refuse to listen to reason. Kai hates lovejoy and complains loudly. So does misako but she doesn't let Lloyd know to keep him happy (she does wear earbuds whenever Lloyd starts blasting music at full volume because his music taste is so shit (its mine))

Cole and Jay will have painting sessions together to calm down after bad missions or nightmares (sometimes someone will go get water at 3 am and get scared half to death to see the two of them just casually drawing)

Zane loves classical music. Pixal loves heavy metal rock. They research each others tastes and send music to each other

Kai's hair routine takes 3 hours minimum

Before SoG, Jay used to gel his hair straight and used makeup to cover up his freckles. Now he let's his hair be curly and doesn't hide his freckles

Nya used to beat up bullies at her school without Kai knowing. She got injured so often to the point Kai thought SHE was being bullied until one day he came to visit and saw her absolutely destroying some random kid. He was proud inside but had to scold her

#ninjago #headcanon #lloyd garmadon #kai smith #cole brookstone #jay walker #zane julien #ninjago pixal #nya smith #nya jiang #kai jiang #half of these are just me projecting #i wrote this at midnight #grayskythunder

[regeditt]

will: *tries running after mike* mike, wait, let me talk to you!

steve: *grabs will’s arm* how many times have i told you to stop going after straight boys

will: i can make him gay just give me time

robin: *nods her head* eddie did the same exact thing to you, steve

steve: *scoffs* robin, he didn’t make me gay-

robin: yeah, and that’s why i had to literally shove you into eddie for you to figure out that he liked you

steve:

robin: *beams at will* go chase your straight boy until he chases you back

#i wrote this at midnight #so i apologize in advance #st incorrect quotes #stobin #steddie #byler #stranger things incorrect quotes #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #will byers x mike wheeler #will x mike #mike x will #st4 incorrect quotes

[winterlogysblog]

4KOTA FANFIC

Title: Couldn't possibly know the feeling

Summary: After Lancelot's disappearance King had a small chat with Ban

Note: Very Short. I wrote this just now and it's unedited so there will be grammar mistakes.

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It's been weeks after Lancelot's disappearance and Ban never stopped, he never gave up on his search for his son. He would drown himself in alcohol just to forget the guilt and painful ache in his chest. Elaine is growing more concerned as days go by so she asks his brother to pay them a visit. Ban and King may look like they don't get along but they do care about each other, they're all friends after all.

King accepted and once he got there Ban immediately invited him over for a drink, clearly already drunk off his ass. King sighed and took a seat next to him as Ban clumsily poured him a drink.

“I’d be careful if I were you, you might actually die from alcohol poisoning, and you can die now, you’re mortal.” King said.

“I know.” Ban grumbled.

“Elaine is extremely worried about you and we are too.” King took a sip from his drink.

Ban tsked. “Just shut up and drink.”

King sighs, “Listen, I know it's tough but you have to put some faith in Lancelot. For such a young boy he’s quite capable, besides Jericho's with him right, surely she wouldn't let anything harm him.”

“Easy for you to say.” Band growled under his breath.

“What was that?”

“I said It's easy for you to say!!!” Ban shouted, slamming his mug on the table.

“It's not like it's your kid that went missing!!!”

King's eyes widened and for a moment and a pained laugh escaped his mouth.

“You couldn't possibly know the feeling of losing your child!!! So don't come here and tell me this shit!!”

King lowered his head and taking a deep breath he stood up from his seat.

“You're right, I’m sorry Ban.”

He chuckled. “I'm supposed to comfort you as Elaine said but it seems like I did the opposite, I’ll be going back now.”

Ban noticed there's a sudden change in King's demeanour but he couldn't quite pinpoint what it is. He's too drunk and angry to care anyway.

Elaine rushed in just in time to see King leave the room.

“I heard shouting. It didn't go well, did it?”

“No.” King shook his head. “I just made him mad, sorry about that.”

“Big brother… What happened?” Elaine spoke softly as she flew closer to King.

“Why are you crying?” Elaine asked as she wiped down the tears that were falling from his eyes.

“Big Brother.” Elaine’s hands tremble as her hands go down to his shoulders. “Please... Say something, or at least let me read your heart."

Elaine took a moment and she gasped upon hearing everything.

King painfully laughed. “Looks like I can't hide this from you anymore can't I."

“Hey! Stop it!! This is no laughing matter.”

“Elaine, it's alright.” King smiled. “It's already been 10 years, there's no way I can find him now. I even accepted the worst, still I can't help but hope.”

Elaine's vision started to get blurry as tears started pooling from her eyes. “Why didn't you say anything?”

“I couldn't possibly disturb you, everyone is busy with their own lives.”

“But what about now, I asked you and everyone for help.”

“This is different.”

“How is this different?”

“The kids are much bigger now, they can handle themselves. Granted they're still children but… you know what I mean.”

With a sigh, King stepped forward. “I’ll be leaving now. If you want I can drop by again. I’ll probably bring Sixtus with me. He seems to enjoy hanging around with Ban."

Just as King left and flew away, Ban stepped outside of the room and asked. “What did you two talk about?”

Elaine turned around to meet her husband in the eyes. “Hey Ban, did you know why Harlequin changed Galehaut’s name to Mertyl?”

#I wrote this at midnight #this plot possibility doesn't make sense #who needs sleep #brought to you by #that one angsty thought that I had #is this angst enough for ya #nanatsu no taizai mokushiroku no yonkishi #nnt king #nnt ban #nnt elaine #fairy king harlequin #king harlequin #fanfic #nnt fanfic #4kota fanfic #four knights of the apocalypse #nanatsu no taizai #seven deadly sins #nnt #4kota #mokushiroku no yon kishi #mokushiroku no yonkishi #seven deadly sins sequel

[as-per-jury]

Humans in Space: Suggestive Sparring (3)

Fighting can relieve or create sexual tension between the right people. Humans are known to be especially sexual and aggressive - likely for a reason.

*I’ve never written a Scottish accent before. I’m so American and I am so sorry.*

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Human-Erin avoided me again. Which was easy as I did indeed have the first patrol after breakfast and she had other duties. Perhaps she wasn’t avoiding me and I was avoiding her again. Or it was possible I was overthinking. Suggestion is just implication. And implication is not reality. I will say, though, that I felt largely uncertain about how convinced I was that I had been simply reading too much on Human mating habits for my own good.

Near the end of my shift, Human-Marcus came running up to me, a panicked look on his face.

“Is there an emergency, Human-Marcus?”

“You’re damn right there is.” He pointed a finger at me sternly. “Where arr me fooking earbuds?” He had over-exaggerated the urgency of his situation and he regularly over-exaggerated the “-r” sound. I was told it’s because he’s “Scottish” but Human-Lucia also emphasized “-r” and I was told it’s because she’s “Spanish”. I preferred her “-r”s over his.

I found his earbuds in my uniform pants’ pockets and handed them to him. He was not satisfied.

“Is something wrong now, Human-Marcus?”

“Yeah. What’s up with yer neck?”

I had forgotten to treat my wounds before retiring for the night. It had stopped bleeding and the aching had been dull to begin with - so I simply forgot about it.

“Oh. A Human bit me last night. Is that not a Human fighting technique?”

“Wha? Ah mean ah guess so. It depends on the person bu’ it’s no’ really me thing. No’ in the fighting sense at least. Who bit ye?”

“Human-Erin.”

“Interesting.”

“Why is that?”

“Oh she doesn’t bite anyone in a fight.”

“She was losing.”

“No. That’s no’ why.” I cocked my head to the side and raised an ear.

“Oh well, way back when we were seniors in high school... nevermind.”

I didn’t know what a “high school” was and I wasn’t sure what a “senior” was in that case either, but I inferred that the former was a facility for higher education and a senior was of a higher rank or age than other students.

“What?”

“Ah’ll say just this much: for Erin - and a great number of other Humans - biting is not a sign of aggression, but still provocation.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ah’m gonna let ye figure tha’ out on yer own. Ah’m needed in the med-bay anyway.” With that, he turned on his heel and ran away, turning back only briefly to thank me for returning his earbuds.

...

This time, I sought out Human-Erin. I stood between her and the door to her quarters. She looked up at me with a raised “eyebrow” and sighed.

“Don’t tell me you’re here for a rematch because I forgot to stretch and I’m really sore right now.”

“That is not why I’m here.”

“Oh, okay. What’s up?”

“This,” I hooked a claw into the collar of my uniform shirt and gently pulled it away from my neck, bowing down so she may see my injury better.

“Oh... Oh! I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. My adrenaline was kicking and-” Her face grew darker yet again, her eyes kept looking at and looking away from the space where one of my many scales used to be.

“What does it mean?”

“And I just- What?” Her eyes stopped and focused on me.

“You bit me.”

“Riight.” Her eyes narrowed and that right “eyebrow” rose again, higher this time.

“Human-Marcus informed me that you, specifically you, do not bite with aggressive intent.”

“So?”

“With what intent did you bite me?” As juvenile as it felt, what I really meant to ask was “Why me? Why am I the exception?”

She stopped looking at me and said nothing for a solid six Terran seconds. “Um well, it, uh, it was just a, uh, heat of the moment thing.” Heat of the moment indeed - she reminded me of my burns.

“And why did you burn me?”

“I what??”

“My wrists...” I took her chin in two fingers - having retracted my claws - and held my other wrist up to her. “You burned them with just the heat of your body. Why?”

She said nothing, her eyes trained on my wrist - the wrist I held at her face level which was, as I stood, only a bit below mine. Her skin darkened and I could feel the blood rush from her heart to her face - how hot it was and how fast it moved. It was burning my fingers - and I enjoyed it. She felt her temperature’s sudden increase and took my hand in hers to pull it off her face. I squeezed her jaw as gently as I could, dropping my other wrist so I could look into her eyes.

“Why did you burn me?”

“I didn’t even know I could burn you.” She wasn’t looking at me.

“Look at me. Uh, please.” She looked up at my eyes hesitantly, her skin burning hotter by the moment. “You’re burning me right now. Why are you doing it? Why are you so hot?” I had it in my knowledge that Humans changed temperature due to internal influences - not unlike those from the planet Exsag - and the influences were either strong emotions or illness. She did not seem particularly unwell and I still struggled to read Human emotions.

“Before I answer, I feel like I should answer your first question. I bit you because, uh, I was trying to provoke you. I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me but I just-”

“Why would you provoke me? What would I be provoked to do?” She visibly struggled to maintain eye-contact with me and the blood in my hand was warming to the blood in her face.

“I... God this is so embarrassing... You... Well, you *excited* me when you pinned me down and I just kinda... I reacted how I would to a partner pinning me down. I guess I thought the spar was gonna turn uh... I thought it was gonna take a different direction.”

“What different direction?”

“Please don’t make me spell it out.” 

I heard footsteps coming down the corridor and whipped around, hiding Human-Erin between myself and the door for no particular reason other than to keep our conversation private. My hand fell from her jaw so that I could catch myself on the door. I lowered my head some more, my mouth level with her ear, and whispered. I heard her breath hitch.

“What different direction?”

I heard her sigh and almost feared for my scales before I realized she hadn’t moved her head to respond in kind. She exhaled again and whispered, not directly to me, but not to anyone else:

“Fuck.”

#humans are weird #humans are space oddities #humans are aliens #humans are space orcs #humans are deathworlders #humans in space #human interest #suggestive #alien rp #tw injury #haso #haso writing #i'm tired #i wrote this at midnight #thanks for reading #thanks for your support

[triple-asstro]

bcuz your a new writer and idk of you got any requests , and i wanna see some of your writing , may i request ?

if so , how about some rottmnt x (female)reader who loves to be tickled but is scared to ask the brothers to tickle them ? platonic or romantic , id really mind but if you could make it platonic that bw sweet <3

love you , hun ! ☆

A/N: ok first- THANK YOU SM FOR REQUESTING ILYY <33

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summary: female reader loves to be tickled but is scared of asking the bros to tickle them.

relationship: platonic ☆

leo 😎:

this mans will tickle you all. the. time.

like- you don't even have to tell him to tickle you. let alone be scared.

he's gonna do it ✨anyway✨

tickling is basically how you both give the other comfort.

raph 🫂:

when you approached him in order to tell him that you were comfortable with tickling, he thought that you committed a war crime with how nervous you looked-

but of course, when you finally told him, he was super understanding (as always)

"thanks for tellin' me! i'm glad you're comfortable around me."

he now tickles you once a week to cheer you up. it's adorable.

donnie 🔬:

hmm... it would take him a while to get used to it.

i think if you said you were scared to tell him, he'd probably say:

"okay. 👍"

the only time he would tickle you would be if he was teasing you.

mikey 🎨:

two words. tickle. war.

he'd probably find out you're ticklish because one of his paintbrushes accidentally brushed on your skin.

"you're ticklish? wow, just like me!"

now you both have tickle wars every Wednesday.

(finally, these are done! thank you sm for requesting! hopefully, these aren't too ooc- love ya <333)

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#rottmnt x reader #rottmnt #rottmnt headcanons #headcanons #tmnt 2018 #tmnt #tmnt headcanons #i wrote this at midnight #tickling headcanons #rottmnt tickling headcanons #save rottmnt #rottmnt season 3

[theblackphone-incorrectquotes]

Vance: What's up with Griffin?

Robin: Dude you just told him to kill himself.

#i wrote this at midnight #and thought it was the funniest shit ever #but it's morning and I have no idea what it's referencing here or what the context is #the black phone #incorrect quotes #the black phone incorrect quotes #robin arellano #griffin stagg #vance hopper

[alwayswinters]

why did Ethan stay?

I feel like there is a lot of speculation on why did he stay

Ethan is dead, he is still “alive” but in truth he is dead, even with the mold he would not be able to survive without his heart.

Proven by his deteriorating state, he was turning into ash, he isn’t supposed to be alive yet he is, which I think is accredited to the drive to save rose and save his family.

His drive to save rose kept him going but then looking at his deteriorating hand and body, he collapsed to the ground and accepting he won’t make it this time.

Staying behind was the only way he could assure her safety, he was only going to slow down Chris and Rose’s escape; even if he did it would be futile, cause he would die and risk infecting others with the mold. He wouldn’t risk them just so he could survive, that would be completely crossing out his entire development and character.

He would do anything for his family, and he would stay behind to ensure their safety, cause he was completely falling apart and he definitely wouldn’t be able to make it to the plane/helicopter, leaving Rose and Chris at risk of not being able to escape.

/I’m also gonna connect this to another analysis i’m working on of Ethan’s hallucination of Eveline.

- i didn’t proofread and srry it’s bad it’s like midnight and i should be sleeping but i wanted to write this and request any scenes/characters in my ask box thing

#tired #i wrote this at midnight #i should be sleeping #anyways #re8 #resident evil village #resident evil #ethan winters #rose winters #mia winters #character analysis #scene analysis

[lloyd-007]

Okayyy sooo I thought of an au! (Yes another one).

So it's inspired by ‘Steven universe Future’ if you watched it you'll remember when Steven glowed pink whenever he got stressed out or he was having a panic attack. And ‘She-ra and the princesses of power’. When Glimmer keep glitching bc she absorbed dark magic.

Something similar happens to donnie in this au of mine.

It's set a few months after the movie and everything has ‘claimed down’. Well, not everything. Donnie starts having nightmares and when he would wake up small marks start to appear on his body. He didn't notice at first then he began to notice the marks appearing on his fingers. They slowly start growing and they start to glow whenever he gets stressed.

I won't say much more about it as I don't want to Spoil it but here's an edit that I made of it. It's a little bit ahead in the future of the story but here. 

#tmnt donatello #tmnt donnie #tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt season 3 #rottmnt movie #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt fanfiction #i wrote this at midnight #sooo yah I'm tired #I still can’t think of a name for it though- #austistic donnie #rise donnie #Donnie need therapy #they all need therapy tbh #rottmnt april #it’s a shitty way to describe it I know #im gonna sleep now bye. #Back to purple #Rottmnt Back to purple

[lonelypep]

ok this is going to sound crazy but hear me out: undertale might be the best game ever.

when i say a statement like that, i don’t mean it as “undertale is my favorite game ever.” if i’m being honest, it probably doesn’t even crack my top 5. i also don’t mean “undertale is objectively amazing and you’re wrong for disliking it.” there’s been plenty of critiques of undertale, and i think all are valid. besides, there will never be a game that every single person enjoys playing, no game will be fun to everyone, and that’s just a fact of life.

what i mean is that there’s no other game that has had a similar impact, and i don’t mean impact in terms of scale, let me explain.

throughout the history of art, art is made with the intention to create something meaningful and impactful. the earliest known art found is the apollo 11 stones found in africa, and while we will never be sure if these were created for recreation, religion, or some other purpose, we can assume they were made because someone, even if it was just one person, thought it would be important. and art has continued to exist for a number of reasons, but it was mostly for recreation, fun, or artistic expression.

i’m unsure of when, but somewhere along the way, art began to be culturally recognized and enjoyed, and as such it began to churn profit. when technology arose to new forms of art in the 1900s, it was created for artistic reasons, but was quickly funded to create profit. but there’s no specific movie or music album that changed public perception of those forms of art, instead they were recognized as art gradually throughout decades. this isn’t true for video games.

unlike film and unlike music, video games were invented for the sole purpose of making money. and i can’t really be mad about that, there’s not a lot of meaningful art one could produce using an atari, or original nintendo.

back to undertale, i’m not calling it the first video game created for the purpose of being art. games like yume nikki, and other early 2000s/late 90s games probably hold that title. but undertale was likely the first popular game that was created like that.

undertale, a low budget game made almost entirely out of recreation, funded by community interest outgrew multi-million dollar games out of sheer quality. it showed a generation of people, my generation of people, that games could be more than just a product. and that’s kinda cool i think.

#i wrote this at midnight #probably some facts i got wrong but i think my thesis is correct… mostly… #you don’t have to agree i just wanted to write some thoughts down be nice to me tumblr #i hope my one irl mutual doesn’t read this. #the world isn’t ready for my essay on how my house.wad is one of the most unique art pieces ever made and comparable to van gogh #that’s just me #undertale #random #long post #text post #essay #mini essay #art history #video games #games as art

[hearteyeshayley]

Just imagine Tim prank calls Kon and says he wants to be a supervillain, and Kon not only believes him, but is kinda into it.

I wrote that fic and here it is!

#tim drake fanfic #tim drake fic #timkon fic #tim drake #timkon #conner kent #kon el #batfam fic #ao3 #fanfiction writer #writblr #my writing #writers on tumblr #fic writing #batman fic #superboy and robin #i wrote this at midnight

[deepdisireslonging]

A Stranger in My Head

The reader has been having strong headaches, so Wardlow plans a getaway trip. He has to leave her alone for a bit, and she comes face-to-face with something dangerous and jealous.

Pairing: Wardlow x Reader

Warnings/Promises: horror, cw blood (tiny cut on reader’s thumb), body switching, SMUT (consensual non-consent aspect on Wardlow’s part), bondage, voyeurism

Word Count: 3350

Note: The song “Stranger in My House” by Tamia came over my radio this week, and I really misheard the lyrics. But, I got a spooky fic out of it. This is dark!fic my loves, so please read and heed the warnings. Otherwise, happy reading. And please comment and reblog if you enjoyed it!

Wardlow’s truck jostled again over the bumpy road. Give the man a paycheck, and he may save for a bit, but then…choices were made. You couldn’t be mad though. That smile as he took you both through the woods to your secret retreat meant the world.

Maybe it was the road, maybe it was the work stress catching up, but you rubbed your forehead. Again, a searing headache had split between your eyes. They’d been getting worse for weeks. Sometimes so strong, that you didn’t remember what activities you did after the pain puttered away. The gaps in your memory hadn’t made you miss anything important. But as people began to notice your spaciness, Wardlow planned the trip. Squinting, you took out your make-up compact.

“We are heading into the wilderness to get away from cameras and social media, and you’re checking how you look?” Wardlow grinned over at you, placing his hand on your thigh. Before turning his eyes back to the road, he added, “you look fine, babe.”

You shook your head. “I’m hardly that vain. It’s the headaches again. Though, can a girl be worried that she’s going to come back from vacation with wrinkles?”

While the two of you laughed, the truck went over a rougher-than-usual bump. The compact went flying, as well as your drinks. The interior was in chaos as the cabin finally pulled into view. Curses and giggles notwithstanding, cleaning out the truck of the mess wasn’t the best way to start your retreat. And your mirror was broken, too. One of the shards cut your thumb when you were gathering the pieces. You made light of the loss before Wardlow could get it into his mind to drive all the way back to town to get you a new one. He helped you unload, glancing at you worriedly from time to time as your energy drained. When the last towel was in place, and the last comfy t-shirt was in the drawers, you flopped onto the living room couch.

You grimaced. Everything was too bright. Since when did light sound like ringing? Gratefully, you took the glass of water Wardlow handed you. “Thank you.” You sipped while he quietly read the book he’d been putting off for months. You already knew the ending but kept your promise not to spoil anything until you could discuss it as a couple. He reached a spicy bit, arching his eyebrows and shooting you a look.

“Does this… tome explain why you’ve been so,” he bobbed his head back and forth, searching for the right word, “enthusiastic here of late?”

A sly grin hid behind your poker face. “When I’ve got a man like you, I hardly need the stimuli. But… it’s been inspirational to maybe a few things.”

He was just running his hand up your leg when the headache stabbed you again. Against your best efforts, you grimaced. Wardlow’s leer turned into a frown. “Which bag was the medicine in?”

“Should be the little red one. I think it’s in my toiletries case.”

The pain continued to throb as he searched. Across the room, the reflection of your agony caught in the chrome gilding of the fireplace and in the shine of the blank TV. Focusing on it made the pain recede a bit, but it came back in full force when your love walked in.

“It’s not there. Or in anything of mine. I saw it last sitting on the bed this afternoon. Maybe-“

“Fuck.” You sunk into the pillows. “It’s still there. I had the thought to grab it before we left, but something else came up.” You tried to sit up, “there was nothing else important in it, just-“ The pain blinded you like a car with its high beams on full. You fell back with a gasp.

Wardlow took your hand, letting you squeeze it as long and hard as you needed while you fought. “I don’t want to abandon you so soon into our trip, but… it won’t be the relaxing get-a-way if you don’t have something for all that.”

“It’s twenty minutes just back to the main road.”

He kissed your forehead. “I’ll drive like the wind… without getting pulled over. Promise.”

Before he left, he lit the fire, making sure to tuck a fluffy blanket around your legs too. And he refilled your glass. With one last kiss, he was gone. You heard the squeal of his tires and had to chuckle. If he wasn’t careful, those tires would be shredded within a month.

The quietness of the cabin enveloped you more than the blanket or the warmth from the fire. Somewhere, a clock ticked, setting an easy pace to breathe by. The pain began to recede to a manageable dull rhythm. Cracking open your eyes, you looked at your purse’s spilled contents on the coffee table. The medicine hadn’t been in there either. And your compact was sticky with spilled coffee. But that would be tomorrow’s problem. You settled into the couch, wondering if you should let yourself drift to sleep.

Something else enveloped you: the feeling of being watching.

You’re just messing with yourself. You’re alone in a strange house, and those horror movies you like to snuggle up to Wardlow with are messing with your nerves.

No matter how many times you said it to yourself, the feeling didn’t go away.

Slowly, you sat up, looking around the room.

“Hello?” you called out.

Of course, no one answered.

You thought about calling Wardlow, just to be comforted by his voice. Unfortunately, the wilderness wasn’t known for its cell service. That was kind of the point for going out there. The cabin did have an emergency phone. But calling the rangers didn’t sound like a good idea when you weren’t sure yet if there was actually anybody in the house except you.

Come on. You’re a wrestler. You’ve gotten yourself out of stickier scrapes than this.

As quietly as you could, you untangled yourself from the blanket and went into the kitchen. The large chef’s knife slid smoothly out of the wooden display. There were only six rooms in the house besides the garage. And you had already seen the kitchen and living room. Technically, you’d seen two more, but you prepared yourself to check the master bedroom and bath again.

The hallway between the shared spaces and the bedrooms was decorated with picturesque views of the mountains. And a mirror with a frame made to look like golden branches. No windows, which you appreciated. Nothing like the dark expanse outside to get your blood pumping. You switched on the lights as suddenly as you could with each room you visited. Maybe your unknown fellow tenant would be caught unaware, or the flash would reveal their hiding spot.

The light revealed nothing.

It wasn’t until you passed the hallway mirror for the third time that you noticed it.

At first, you kept going. Because that would be impossible.

But the silver disk drew you in. You observed yourself, looking for the evidence of what you suspected.

The reflected you followed your every motion. Your smiles. Your wrinkles when you scrunched up your face. Rubbing you hand over your forehead, you noted that your headache was gone.

Your reflection’s relaxed smile took on a sharper edge than the smile on your face.

Your lips moved, and your voice spoke. But the words were not yours.

“Took you long enough.” Your reflection crossed her arms, crossing yours too. “I’ve been working on you for weeks. How lucky that we married a man who plans remote vacations when we need to clear our head.”

In the mirror, your eyes burned with questions on your end, and a smug knowing on hers.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this?” She spread your arms in a stretch. “And all it took was a bump. The wives’ tales got it wrong; seven years of bad luck isn’t the worse thing that can happen with a broken mirror.”

Holding your gaze, she bit into the wound on your thumb. What should have been a short sharp pain was nothing more than the acknowledgement of pressure. She held your hand up to the glass, pressing it against hers in the reflection. You shuddered. The next time you blinked, your world shifted. Everything was backwards and wrong. In your stomach, butterflies flipped. She wasn’t doing any better. But when she steadied herself, she made sure to balance herself on the wall instead of the glass.

More than earlier, you realized how much she controlled your movements. She tested out her limbs. Twirling and swinging them, watching your face contort in horror as the sensation sunk in.

You didn’t weigh a thing. Like you were floating. Your feet were on the ground of your reflected world, but they didn’t feel the pressure. A marionette without visible strings, or even the pinch points where they would control you. You were just a reflection.

“Why?” Nothing of your voice came out, but she saw you anyway.

“Because I wanted to feel everything you do. Did you realize that when you’re not in a room with a reflective surface, I don’t exist? And when there’s barely anything to reflect on, I’m barely- Actually. Instead of me describing it, why don’t I just show you?” She stepped to one side of the mirror, stopping in front of one of the nature picture frames.  

You were hollow. There was nothing under your skin except the faded view of your mirrored world. She looked down so you could look at your hands, what was left of them. The reflection’s hardwood floor was visible through your body.

“Now you’ll know what I’ve had to put up with our whole lives!” She rushed room to room, frame to frame and mirror to mirror. Each distance between reflective surfaces you blipped in and out of time. Blinking in and out of existence. She could have run around in minutes, or could have toyed with you for an hour. You wouldn’t know.

Now that she had your voice, your reflection liked to hear herself talk.

“Wanna know how I came up with this plan? Do you remember the mirrored closet doors in our second dorm room? That roommate was never home, so we had the nights to ourselves, figuring out what we liked and what go us… hot.” She twirled over to the stainless-steel fridge. Your blurry image heard her speak like listening through water. “Then you met that hunk, and kept him all to yourself, you whore!”

Her movements were twitchy. Even though she had your body, it was hers to control for the first time. She learned more and more of how to move it with each passing minute. The frat-boy jump over the couch was her final test of her range of motion. You sat on the copy-couch at the angle of the TV.

“All those nights of practice and you couldn’t be bothered to put up a mirror in your bedroom. Even your boudoir is in a separate room! I couldn’t get anything. Just faded ins and outs from my view in the picture frames. It’s not enough, let me tell you. So, I planned a way to get out. I knew it was possible because of your coworker’s reflections. Sometimes, before they go to the ring, the reflections would… take over themselves, and give promos and really get to the heart of what your friends wanted the most. MJF, Athena, even Jungle Boy has let loose a few times here of late. The ‘world selves’ as we’ve named them, aren’t always happy. When they get out, they can’t tell anybody; nobody would believe them. But, because no one has figured out how to maintain the control, they’ve always had to revert.”

She leaned in, staring through your faded form.

“I’m going to be the first.”

The usually comforting sound of Wardlow’s truck approaching only brought you dread. She was delighted. Carefully, she rearranged herself in the position he left you. She took a big swig from the glass, almost choking. Slower, she practiced swallowing again.

She gave you one last jab to hurt you. “You know how you’ve been forgetful these past few weeks? They were test runs. And the books? We have them because I wanted them. And Wardlow is going to get to experience those… inspirations. My way.”

Just as he walked through the door, she laid back into the pillows as if asleep. Your world blinked out, because she couldn’t see you. And with it, your view of Wardlow blinked out. She kept her eyes shut as he checked up on you… her.

“Still feeling bad?” He kissed her forehead, which you couldn’t feel.

“Yeah. Can we turn in early tonight? If you’ll get the bed ready, I’ll meet you there.”

“Sure.”

He was halfway out of the room when she opened her eyes.

What followed as a devious dance. She took pains to avoid sharing reflections with him just to deprive you like you had deprived her. While he was in the bathroom, she took down the master bedroom picture frames one by one, hiding them in the closet until the nightstand clockface was the only reflection left. It was small, making her loom over you like a boot over an anthill. Even that she turned towards the wall, shrouding it in darkness. The next thing you could see was her entering the bathroom. She closed and locked the door.

Glancing at you, she went into your things and dug out the lingerie set you’d hidden as a surprise. Still new to your fingers, she fumbled with the ribbons and ties. Never once did she succumb to the temptation to let you through for a second so she could accomplish her task. Part of you knew that if she accomplished the rest of tonight, you would be stuck like this for a long time.

She winked at you before unlocking the door. She called out, “thank you for driving all that way for me. I feel so much better. Do you mind if I thank you?” The door sung open. You heard Wardlow gasp as she was backlit in his favorite set. Turning off the light, she left the bathroom.

But while she’d been gone, Wardlow had turned the clock around. It was perfectly angled to reflect back into the bathroom, giving you a larger if angled view.

Wardlow hummed in surprise as she slid her fingers up the back of his neck into his hair, pulling him down for a kiss. He frowned at the end. Something was off about it, but then her hands were sliding down his sweats and palming at the heat there. Bit by bit, she revealed every inch of him. He gladly let her push him back onto the bed. She sat on his chest, guiding his hands to run over her body as much as he liked. His hands, large and warm, made her cant and pant. Spreading her legs wider, the crotchless panties parted, helped along by Wardlow’s fingers.

You could feel some of it. Like a wet dream, it was knowing that the sensation was there that made it torture. A hollow version of Wardlow sat under you. But blurry, and only what you could see under her movements. Nothing of his face. The actual heat was replaced by the coolness and separation of the mirror. Now you knew why she was so irate. How many years had you edged her like this? The hum was there, but it was never going to be enough to cum.

She must have hid the ropes you brought after she took everything down. Wardlow chuckled as she tied them around his wrists and the headboard. Then she took her sweet time kissing her way up and down his body. His groans and soft murmured praise made her smile against his skin. Gently, she handled his cock until he was begging for more. Finally, she moved back to her earlier position over his lap. He watched her, enraptured as she sank onto his cock, throwing her head back and fully experiencing the stretch and heat and pleasure of it all. When she was ready, she began to bounce.

Wardlow encouraged her. “Just like that, baby. You feel so good.” He pulled at the ropes, wanting more than anything to touch.

But everything was about her. Desire moved her faster and faster until words failed him. He came, shuddering and flexing under her. But when he tried to calm down, she began bouncing again. She hadn’t cum, yet.

“Baby?”

Faster and faster, she chased her own racing endorphins. Reaching down, she toyed with her clit. As much as Wardlow was enjoying the show, he tried to focus through the pleasure-pain of over stimulation. She ignored his pleas, even when he shuddered with another release. Still, she kept moving.

She going to keep going, even if it hurts him.

“Darling, come on.” Wardlow’s voice wavered. “Cum for me, please. This… it’s too much.”

“Just a bit more.” She reached up and massaged her breasts, pinching her nipples.

You punched the mirror enraged. This was going too far. If she hurt him, she’d never know how to pick up the pieces and you would lose him. But what could you do? Slumping against the glass, you noticed a tiny crack where you punched it. Pressing your thumb to it, the crack lengthened as a drop wavered down. You hit it again, and the crack fractured in tiny directions.

Wardlow was bucking now, trying to move her off. But she kept going. Even when he managed to get a hand free, it wasn’t enough.

Each punch hurt like a bitch, but you had to keep going. Filling yourself with every bit of strength you had left you punched the glass one more time. It broke.

You flew back, off Wardlow’s lap and off the bed like you had been struck by lightning. Feeling the ground beneath you, and the weight of you on the ground, you took a deep chest-wracking breath.

“Babe?” Wardlow freed himself of the other rope. He met you on the floor, wrapping you in a blanket. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to buck you off that hard.”

“You didn’t.” The words felt foreign in your mouth. “I- I jumped off. I’m sorry. It’s-“

“Not that I wasn’t enjoying myself,” he helped you to sit on the edge of the bed, “but can we talk first before trying stuff like that?”

Nodding, you rasped, “of course.”

Wardlow watched you, noting how you weren’t really focused on being in the room. And how you were staring into space through the floor. “Hey,” he said, softer. “Are you okay? Did you have another blank moment?”

You swallowed. “Of a sort. Depending on how the morning comes, they shouldn’t happen anymore.” The weight lifted off your chest, and you breathed deep. “The headaches will be gone too.”

He tilted his head, confused.

Nobody would ever believe you.

Glancing at the clock face, you pushed away the threat. “I’ll explain in the morning.” You cupped your hand around his cheek. Feeling him felt good. “I’m sorry about tonight. It won’t happen again.”

He placed his hand over yours. “Everything is okay.”

A forehead kiss never felt better than in that moment.

After applying lotion to his wrists and making him lay down, you went into the bathroom. She was there, livid as a hurricane. You filled the cup by the sink with water. A drop of blood fell onto the porcelain. As you looked at your thumb, your reflection silently screamed. The wound pulled itself back together. Like it had never been. Your reflection snapped back to mirroring your actions perfectly. The glass of water was the first step of Wardlow’s aftercare. And the first step of taking the next day to explain what happened.

When you got home, Wardlow agreed to putting up a mirror in the bedroom.

***

Masterlist 

Other Horror Fics:

Aleister Black - Into the Darkness (Challenge, Highlander Immortals AU)

Finn Balor - Sister in Arms (Short Series)

Jon Moxley - Bite Me (Vampire!Mox, A, Horror)

Roman Reigns - Taste of Terror (S, Horror, Vamp!Roman)

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Dean Winchester

      - Not Only in Dreams (Demon!Dean, A, S)

     - Simple Demon, Simple Pleasures (Demon!Dean, S)

Sam Winchester

     - A Goodbye Ride (A, S, Tw: Dub-Con) 

     - On the Knife’s Edge (S, Dark!Fic)

SPN History Challenge: A Werewolf in Whitechapel 

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Bucky Barnes - Caught in Moonlight (Kink: Werewolf AU; S)

Steve Rogers - To Love the Night (Vampire!Steve AU, Challenge Fic, S)

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Dick Grayson - The Best of Darkness (S)

#wardlow x reader #wardlow smut #wardlow fluff #oc villain #reader insert #halloween #mirror self trope #horror fiction #wardlow fanfiction #aew fanfiction #aew x reader #i wrote this at midnight #surprisingly only took 4 hours

[hakaan05]

I try to use proper grammar, I triple check my spelling and make sure to use correct punctuations when I write about you. Because to do these things are conscious, requires extra focus and effort, because to me you are worth extra focus and effort. But every-time I write for you I find myself typing too fast, makng so many typos,and use wrong punctuation, and find myself making run-on sentences, and using too much commas, and and’s because I can’t stop writing about you, there’s always something I wanna write about you.

#i love you #love #love qoute #poetry #poets on tumblr #excerpts from a book i'll never write #i love them #i wrote this at midnight #i wrote a thing #i wrote this while on the toilet #hell yeah #I should really sleep soon #writer #writers on tumblr

[karlcraft]

Look after yourself. Not for who you are now but who you used to be.

(inspired by this audio from The Owl House: https://www.tiktok.com/@lesbmity/video/7161632503436971269 )

"FUCK" You forcibly tear the guttural scream out of your lungs with enough force to shake the window pains. "FUCK" You scream again this time punctuated with the dull thud of your fist hitting the wall.

Tears stream down your cheeks as you bring your hands up to clench your hair (You vaguely worry about how you'll look after you tear every strand out of your skull). "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck..." You repeat over and over again but your words slowly tamper off into sobs.

"Why can't I just do this?" You ask yourself and foolishly hope for an answer.

"Why can't I just be normal?" the second question escapes your lips with an equally if not more so pleading tone.

"I'm useless." You mutter "I'm worthless" And it sounds so true rolling off of your own tongue "I wish i'd never been born" Ice cold tears stream down your cheeks, you're only able to tell they're there by the salty taste it leaves in your mouth.

You let one of your hands fall limp at your side as you make a decision to succumb to the darkness.

. . .

. . .

. . .

Small hands wrap around yours and you look up in surprise. A small figure stands next to holding a bigger smile than you ever remember seeing that face hold because it's your face.

Your own younger self looking up at you with such an excited expression to have a new friend to play with.

They invite you to play your favourite game. Oh. . . you'd forgotten that you used to play that. How many hours you'd spend smiling over that dumb old game.

Tears are still dripping down your chin but they're warmer now. The darkness continues to feel overwhelmingly burdening but. . . If you loved yourself once maybe you could learn to do it again?

#i wrote this at midnight #writing #author #short fiction

[writerins]

Yearning

The way I love you burns the inside of my skin

I yearn for your touch

I hope for you to see me the way I see you

I’m so overwhelmed by the thought of you

I want you and only you

I want you for the rest of my life

I want to be with you in my afterlife

I hope that in every universe I got to meet you again and again

I hope in one universe we could have been together

Did you ever love me?

I ask myself this every night

Did you always plan to leave me?

Was every event that took place an event of your own creation?

Did u plan this from day one?

Will you ever tell me honestly that u ever loved me?

I need to let go of you I know I should

You’re with another and that’s okay

I rather see you happy but

I can’t help but want you more than anything

You’re seething into my memories that pop up again and again every part of my day

I have the urge to cry

I have the urge to walk away

And yet I sit here in silence

Unmoved, untouched, unloved

I’m hopeless, I run around in circles as the thought of you runs around in my head

I’m sick of thinking this way

I wish I hated you, I wish I loathed you

I wish every second I spent missing you was turned into hateful memory

But I can’t hate you and I can’t despise you when I’m completely and utterly infatuated by you

#female poets #writers on tumblr #writerscorner #writerslife #female writers #writers #writers and poets #so i wrote this #i wrote this instead of sleeping #i wrote this for me #i wrote this at midnight #love letter: my true feelings #love letters #i love her #angst writing #one sided attraction #one sided feelings #one sided pining #excerpt from a book i'll never write #unrequited feelings

[ms-awesome52]

SPOILERS FOR THE NEW SANDERS SIDES EPISODE!!!

I have reason to believe that the orange side isn't wrath like many of us have theorized. I think he may represent passion instead.

Now when I say passion I don't mean Thomas's passions since that role is Roman's. I mean the emotional drive definition of passion. Passion has been coming up more and more in recent episodes in addition to an increase in anger.

Anger is an emotion that stems from other emotions like fear, hurt, insecurity and passion. Now, while there have been outbursts of anger that have stemmed from all the emotions I listed above, quite a few of the angry outbursts lately have stemed from passion(you can skip these and still get the idea):

In learning new things about ourselves, the infamous paper ball incident started when Roman was saying that Logan was going overboard with ensuring that he was speaking clearly and Ro called his thoroughness stupid. Before that the two were arguing so emotions were already elevated and being called stupid was the final nail in the coffin. (Please note that I do not condone Logan reacting with violence in this situation. He did apologize and had an explanation, but that doesn't excuse the action) It is revealed later that Logan is that thorough to prevent distress due to misunderstanding and also to prevent Remus from using his words against him. Logan is passionate about being understood and being taken seriously (to quote, "I'M NOT A JOKE! At least I can't be seen as one.") Pretty much everything that happens this point in the episode directly contradicts these passions of his. After that last straw you can understand why Logan lashes out even if you don't think it was justified.

The entirety if Embarrassing Phases was Virgil was of expressing his anger with the other sides about reducing a large part of his life and identity as "just a phase" and also not being scared when he tries to scare them. It's obvious (to me at least) that Virgil is passionate about both staying true to your identity and also being able to do his job and scare the others (affectionately). I know I have fun occasionally scaring my family and friends so I wouldn't feel great if being scary was literally a part of my identity and my loved ones reduced it to a thing of the past.

Selfishness vs. Selflessness starts with a hello fresh promo, then Virgil walks in to give us anxiety as retaliation for Thomas dying his hair back to brown. We established that Virgil values staying true to yourself and he liked expressing himself using the purple hair.

In the same episode Virgil trys very hard to convince Thomas to send Deceit away. We don't know the history between Janus and Virgil (yet) but he was very passionate about removing Janus from the conversation.

In Selfish vs. Selflessness Redux, Thomas him is angry that he had to give up a major opportunity in an industry that he was passionate about.

In the newest episode at the 10:07 mark Patton says that "sometimes passion makes you act a little silly" and then it cuts to Logan thinking about that statement. Earlier in the episode Patton literally kicked a door open and made a video because Logan suggested donating Thomas's stuffed bear, Ben. I think this line was foreshadowing that the orange side, passion, is the one putting everyone on edge. But I guess we have to wait to see.

Idk if any of this made sense (I'm writing this at midnight so brain doesn't work the best)

#long post #sanders sides theory #sanders sides #thomas sanders #sanders sides spoilers #watch the new episode first plz #i wrote this at midnight #is it obvious that Logan is my favorite?