#Names aside like. Someone very close to them is killed and they go kind of crazy with vengeance and then blow up the person who did it

[confusedgeckotree]

something something TMA au where at the end of season 3 Tim Stoker just gets blinded in the explosion instead of dying

.no this is not me turning Tim into Gunpowder Tim whaat noooo

#They're kind of the same though #Names aside like. Someone very close to them is killed and they go kind of crazy with vengeance and then blow up the person who did it #Bonus points if Tim Stoker gets his eyes fixed by a tired goth lesbian vampire #But TMA vampires wouldn't work so good for that eh #the mechanisms #the mechs #TMA #the magnus archives #tma spoilers #tim stoker #timothy stoker #tma s3 spoilers #gunpowder tim #gptvtmk #Uh #nikola orsinov #I guess? #danny stoker #If you squint

[alicerosejensen]

It may be possible to make a whole cycle out of this, but let's see if someone likes it)

It doesn't even have a name yet, but maybe it will appear a little later.

Warning: age difference (implied) ; Yandere! Leon; full control of the reader; a bit of psychological abuse.

(the author got a little fucked up and missed all the deadlines for laying out this strange text, but the work is killing me)

You were emotionally dependent on him. Leon Scott Kennedy has completely taken over your life, managing you like a pet, controlling your every move. Like some kind of subcutaneous tick, he climbed deep inside you if only you were always next to him.

You don't even remember how long ago it started. What was perceived as caring was actually a huge red flag that you saw too late or Leon was just good at hiding his possessive attitude towards you. Now there's nothing to fix. The door to his office is ajar and you are not actually allowed in, but if Leon is at work it always means that his control is loosening a bit. You carefully looked through the crack and saw that he was sitting at a laptop and writing some kind of report. A pile of papers scattered all over the table indicated that it was inundated with paperwork. You didn't bother him. She just slipped past on tiptoe, trying to be as quiet as possible.

It was actually only early in the morning, but you think Leon didn't even go to bed. His fingers continued to tap on the keyboard, and he sighed deeply from exhaustion every now and then. You never got up so early and just wanted to go to the kitchen to drink some water and lie back in a warm bed. Eagerly swallowing water, you could not help but see people running past doing morning jogging, and your heart ached a little with envy.

The weather was so nice outside that you wanted to go for a run, even if you were sleepy.

"You didn't think I wouldn't see you peeping..." Leon's arms closed around your waist, holding you tight against his chest. You set your glass aside and Leon turned you around holding your chin. "What if someone saw my sweet girl in her underwear?"

Oooh, it was strictly forbidden, something that could have pissed off Leon in a split second if a man running past saw you standing in panties and a tank top.

You remained silent, apologetically lowering your gaze. Leon just sighed and reached for your lips, planting a kiss in the very corner. "You always have to be watched over." Leon let out a sort of disappointed yet relieved sigh as he pulled you into a hug, resting his head on the top of your head.

It kills. Sucks out life. He has made you a helpless child who cannot take a single step without him.

"Let's go to bed," a shiver ran through your body. "Be a good girl to me. I love you so much"

He pulled off your shirt, making you shiver in the cool air. Leon picked you up in his arms, carrying you back to the bedroom, where he gently laid you on the bed and began to undress himself to lie under the covers.

"Sweetheart," His voice sounded uncomfortably in his ear as Leon practically lay down on your back, hugging your waist like you were his favorite pillow. His lips found your neck as a hand from your waist moved to your thigh, tugging at the elastic of lace panties, pulling them off your legs. “My poor baby, you can’t do without me at all, am I right? How can I let you go somewhere alone if something is sure to happen to you?"

Tears flowed from your eyes. You could... you were on your own before you met him, but now? A huge part of you no longer belongs to you. You don't have a job, because he knows how to persuade ... you remember just a touch and a gentle, begging whisper over your lips when he towered over you. Leon knows how to drive crazy, knows how to take what he wants and left everything for his hugs. Leon has a very sick concept of love.

"I don't want that kind of relationship, Leon..." You croaked, knowing in advance that it was a failed attempt. Leon just turned you around kissing your forehead and you could feel his muscles tensing up. He never hit you, but his pressure was much worse.

"What relationship do you not want?" Leon's serious voice made you tremble. "Am I treating you bad? You don't even have to do anything. What's on your mind again?"

Silence. Leon seemed to have a counterargument to any of your claims after which you felt terrible. It’s as if you are ungrateful, and he is a dream man who gives everything you want and really Leon never limited you in money: the best outfits, expensive gifts, any purchases. He was much older than you and your friends always thought that you just found yourself a sugar daddy who pays you everything. Oh, how wrong they were!

He adored you to the point of some hidden madness.

Leon kept saying that he was already tired. That his job has taken a normal life away from him, but you don't even know what he does. Working for the government has a somewhat vague concept. And, probably, this work did something with his psyche, if he has some kind of unhealthy mania to keep you away from everyone and always next to him.

"So what kind of relationship do you want?" Again he asks the question. "Talk to me"

"Why are you doing it?"

"Doing what?" Leon turned you around, pressing you to his chest as if you were some kind of child, and his eyes seemed to have grown rough.

You knew it was useless. That even if you leave and try to return to your old life, Leon will make it so that you can't live without him. You loved him before the manifestation of all the red flags, and now you yourself did not know how you feel for him.

"I want to go out, spend time with friends, work... I can't be..."

"Oh, what a silly girl you are." Leon sighed wearily, but his voice softened. He pulled you closer to him, lightly stroking your hair. "But I understand. You just didn’t see what I saw. In fact, you should be glad that I take care of you. Everything I do is only for your benefit, and am I forcibly keeping you at home? We can go for a walk a little later, and you don’t need to work at all. Anything can happen there, and I won’t be there to protect you. Plus, I fully provide for you." Leon took a deep breath, closing his eyes, holding you tightly by his side.

He did not beat you, did not starve you, did not humiliate you, but destroyed you slowly and morally. You buried yourself in his broad chest, wondering if it's okay to accept such love? A love in which all your actions must be approved by Leon...

You can't go anywhere without his permission. But maybe you just need to learn to accept his love? In the end, which of the men will care about you so much? Maybe you're really lucky to have met Leon?

"What are you thinking about," Leon literally felt your excitement, as if some kind of sensor was built into him. He pulled back a little to look into your eyes.

"About nothing," you lied, but Leon knew you too well.

"You know I don't like being lied to!" A shiver ran through your body at his insinuating voice. "Look at me"

"I'm not lying, it's just that you... control me all the time"

"Does my concern feel like control?" You looked up at him, meeting his beautiful eyes, which were genuinely offended, and yet they looked too attractive. His bangs fell into his eyes as he chuckled bitterly. "Sweetheart, you're just too young. I don't blame you, but without me, what are you going to do? Working as a waitress in a cheap diner and smiling at horny bastards who dream of groping you? You're only my girl, and no one has the right to touch you".

His overprotection was depressing. Leon wrapped his arms around your hips, hovering over you, making you dependent on him. His excitement grew with every second from the sight of your naked body. Leon was possessive. Until you started living together, he did not show this trait of his character much, but later this quality manifested itself more and more clearly. Do you still remember when your college friend picked you up for fun, throwing you over his shoulder and what a scandal Leon gave you at home, bringing you to tears. The wall is still dented from his fist, making you wince every time you see it. Kennedy had a sick attachment to you mixed with the fear that you would leave him and never love him again. That you will find yourself another man, one of your peers, but that day you assured him with tears in your eyes that you did not cheat on him. Leon yelled at you so hard that your legs were bent and you sat on the floor when he swung at you for the first time. Pressing a palm to a blazing cheek. It was the first and last time he hit you in a fit of jealousy. Leon himself was frightened of what he did, his subsequent concern and scattering of comforting compliments could not make you forgive him for this, and this burden still hangs on you like a heavy stone.

You cried as he gently made love to you, kissing the tears from your face as he impaled you on his cock. His silent apology touched your lips, smearing the blood from your split lip. Even when your tears dried, leaving behind a salty crust, Leon still continued to fuck you, covering your face with endless kisses and forcing you to close your eyes from a single phrase said in your ear.

"Pretty girl. You will always be mine. I'm so sorry, but I won't let anyone else touch you anymore. You are mine, okay?"

He took care of the aftercare, but it wasn't the Leon you knew. But it became scary when, standing in the shower, you told him that you were leaving, because of which he pressed you with all his might to the shower cabin, grabbing your face with his hands, turning it to him.

"You won't go anywhere! You are mine and no one else's. Don't make me do things I might regret."

Since then, he has taken complete control over you, covering it up with care. Leon did not take your phone, but you were sure that he connected something to it in order to view your messages. Friends constantly called you to parties, but Leon forbade you - his one eloquent look spoke a lot if you disobeyed him.

Part of you hated him, and for some reason, another part of you always looked for warmth and care from him.

"I just want to take care of you," he said as he nestled between your legs. "Don't say such words to me. My little princess, someday you will understand that I'm only protecting you. The outside world is very dangerous and cruel, but I'm glad that I kept my innocence. Without me, you will die"

"Why do you say that?" you asked, but instead of words, he grabbed you in an armful literally to the crunch of the ribs and for some time silently lay burying his nose in your neck. His hands dropped to your hips as he parted your legs, slowly covering your jawline with kisses.

"Because I love you" he slightly raised himself on his hands, burying his nose against your cheek, leaving another weightless kiss on it. “And you love me, and the sooner you realize that, the better it will be for us.”

You doubted when you looked at him. You doubted when returned his kiss and arched under his caresses, however, under them, doubts usually began to dissipate in your head. Like a hard drug, Leon caused intoxication, and if you now say these cherished words, then your golden cage will be closed forever and you will be the one who throws away the key to it.

"I'm sorry," Leon whispered, caressing you. “I shouldn't have done this, and I know you're still mad at me. I swear it won't happen again... but I can't watch anyone other than me touch you."

He really didn't mean to hurt you. Let him still have an unhealthy mania for you. A sick desire to own you and be loved by you, and yet Leon would kill any person if he were now preferred to another. But in those moments, you felt comfortable with him. You calmly fell asleep in his arms and your body still sensitively reacted to his touch. You also had a strange addiction to this man that you are trying to overcome and you also want him to never let you go.

"You have everything you want. I only ask you for love and devotion to me"

Isn't it true?

You fell into the soft pillows, feeling Leon throw your legs over his back, hovering over you. He runs his hands over your shoulders, belly, stroking them making you feel his tension building at the sight of your naked body.

And for some reason it seems to you that you won’t be able to get out ... Perhaps it’s better not to resist and accept his love as it is, than to wake up an animal in him that will take away the last remnants of freedom from you. Leon has a goal to make you dependent on him and he is ready to resort to any means to achieve it.

"You belong to me, and I belong entirely to you. We won't ruin it, just because there's a lot more you don't understand. Be a good girl to me, okay?"

And surrendering to his arms, you understand that you really do not have a big choice.

#leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon x reader #resident evil #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #reader #resident evil vendetta #leon kennedy resident evil #yandere resident evil #yandere leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy x reader #re

[doritochoi]

After party | P.S

pairing: park seonghwa x reader

genre: smut , non-idol!au

warnings: guns, pet name ( slut, pretty girl, love, kitten etc..), seonghwa is a bad boy lol , ass smacking bcz hwa likes it a lot, unprotected sex

wordcount: 1k

summary: you were in the club celebrating your friend's birthday, then a strange noise was heard and you were about to get killed by someone, but he saves you .

a/n: hi guys! i want to know how are my fanfics . Dont be shy write in the comments :) Suggest me anything i will try to do it ! Thank you for all the support and likes . Ily <3

Celebrating a birthday party in a club can't be that bad, right? Well.. that's what you thought..

You entered in the most famous club in Seoul, everything smelled like cigarettes ,alcohol drinks and making out sessions, but the most important thing is that you came here to have fun with your friends, you don't care about anything .

Time passed very quickly, and you were sitting alone at the bar looking at people dancing on the dance floor. Your friend, Amber came to you looking a bit confused.

"Why are you sitting here alone? Come on, join us! , she said with a glass of whiskey in her hands.

"Nah..i already had a shot, plus you know i can't drink too much"

"Hmm, fine im going to them-"

A loud noise of guns disturbed the atmosphere and all the walls were full of bullet marks. You started to freak out so bad and got under a table, but someone shot the table pushing it aside. You were on the ground and that guy pointed the gun at you .

You screamed really loud and the tall figure grabbed your neck and tried to suffocate you , luckly a guy shouted his name and he released you making your neck to hurt a little.

"Woo, leave her alone." ,a voice came from the shadows looking at you. His siren eyes were extremely gorgeous. You couldn't see his face so well because he was wearing a mask but you can say a thing . He was so fucking handsome. He was coming towards you moving his hips seductively.

"Did he hurt you?" again he was speaking with a sweet voice making your knees to turn into jelly. You trembled when he put his hand on your shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

"I- yeah.. I am"

"Okay" he smiled at you making you weak.

"Its too late to ask for a name, pretty girl?

"Its Y/n"

"How pretty...just like you" all you could do was look at him and admiring all his features.

"Uhm..well i have to go..i need to call my friend,bye!" you packed your things and walked away like you didn't even know each other.

"Just wait...you will be mine" he was saying looking at you how you leave the club.

When you were outside ,you were about to call a cab, but someone puts a cloth on your face making you closing your eyes. All you could see was that you were dragged in a van.

You woke up in an unfamiliar room.You tried to get out of bed but someone opens the door. It was him. The handsome man who tries to flirt with you at the club.

"W-what do you want creppy guy ? Why I am here?" he was loosening his tie heading towards you.

"Seonghwa, I'm Seonghwa. Don't raise your voice at me, darling."

"Oh really? I didn't know you were this kind of guy ,trying to flirt with me then i am here kinapped by you . What the fuck do you want?

Seonghwa couldn't wait any longer and he smashed his lips on yours and kissed you hungrily making you kiss him back.

"No one can resist me , you will see kitten"

After saying these words, he kissed you again, devouring each part of your lips. He kissed you so much that you both fell on the bed, him being on top of you. Hwa stopped and let his hands speak for him as they travelled over your dress and in one blink the dress was gone.You were only in your red underwear.

"How did you know thats my fav color?" you blushed a little , your cheeks turning into pink.

He undressed himself as well making your eyes sparking and looking at his bare torso, admiring his toned muscles while he unbuckled his belt. Then he turned his attention towards you ,kissing your neck leaving there a bunch of hickeys. He moved to kiss your tummy and going with that tongue down until in reaches your thighs.

"Please" you cried as you threw your head back, desperately pleaded for more.

"I didn't even touch you and your already wet? What a slut you are"

"Please ,i want more " you begged him like a kid wanting some candy"

"Patience ,darling" you pouted at his answer and in the next second you felt his hot breath against your wet pussy.It felt like absolute heaven.

"So wet for me , i like it"

He peppered kisses there then goes to your face and kissed you with his plump lips .

"A-ah why did you stop? Im gonna cu-"

You couldn't even finish your question because you felt something moving inside you.

"Can I go harder?" He breathed out, sucking your lower lips until it bleeds. Of course he could, he didn't even have to ask. Seonghwa grabbed your upper thigh, bringing your leg around his hips and began to thrust in you.

Your orgasm came out of nowhere, sending shocking waves of pleasure on your body . Then he grabbed one of your breast and start to massage it .You were moaning a mess. If someone asks you right now whats the best thing you done ,you can say that you fucked up with someone that you dont know. He was good at sex , ofc he was but the things he does to you,he didnt do at other girls. Maybe you were his soulmate.

"Shit. I'm so close."

"Love , wait a bit more"

After a while you were in a doggy style position with him, pleading him to go harder.

"Baby count" when it came to sex Seonghwa always has his magic, he always likes to slap your ass while you count so he did this again.

"1..2..3..4....50"

He slapped you so hard that you were crying a mess wanting his cock to be inside you again. But he begin to fuck you ,this time more harder feeling how you two came in the same time .

He dropped himself on the other side of the bed with messy hair and sweat all over his body. You've never seen such a beautiful man like him.

"Next time" he whispered

"Next time i will take you out , I promise " ,you laughed at him

"Okay" he hugged you this time tighter and you melted in his touch.

Maybe it was a good idea to have a night stand with him :)

#ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #park seonghwa #ateez seonghwa #seonghwa imagines #seonghwa smut #seongwha

[gillies-girl25]

Yandere Red Door Elijah with Willing Female Human Darling

WARNING! READ THIS FIRST

In no way is this an endorsement of behavior similar to this. It is a work of fiction. In no way do I own this fandom or the characters associated with it. Please don't plagiarize, it's mean and rude. There is no use of a name or name insert. There is no detailed description of the girl in this. There are mentions of sex and/or violence. The mentions are not explicit and as such this would be labeled as mature. The alphabet outline itself is by dear-yandere on Tumblr. 

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Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

-Elijah would not hesitate to kidnap her. The Original wants her to know and experience the love he has had for her since the moment he saw her. He needs her to know the emotions that burn inside his very soul for her. His beautiful Sweetling was his one and only. Elijah also wouldn't hesitate to show her how far he would go, how much he would give her if she would only become his. As for affection, he is very cuddly. He holds her to his chest and gives rumbling growls, almost purrs, to soothe her. He also loves spooning her in bed. He's the big spoon of course. Elijah dotes on her. He's always touching her in some way. Whether or not Elijah's arm is around her waist with his face buried in her neck or his fingers are running through her hair while she lays next to him, he's always touching her. 

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

-Elijah would kill anyone that became a problem. Anyone that got in between the Original and his Sweetling would discover the darkness inside him. Normally Elijah isn't one for drawn out torture. Unless of course that person attempted to take, harmed, or inappropriately touched his Sweetling. Then that person will be begging for death by the time he is done with them and finally grants it. In the case of her having some other romantic interest, Elijah would swiftly dispose of that person so as not to frighten her. Although, there are instances where he would kill someone in front of her. One example would be if she had exs, especially if they wronged her in some way before the separation or if they had tried to get her to sleep with them. Elijah would want her last image of that person to be of their maimed, dead body. No one but him can know his Sweetling's touch. No one but him can have her and no one that even got close to having the chance will survive his wrath. 

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them? 

-Even if she's a genius, Elijah sometimes treats her like she is some naive little doe that has to be protected from everything in the world except for him. The Original does this because of how much the world had already done to her. He is her protector and the only one that gets to leave a mark on her skin. She is his innocent doe and he is her strong stag. He can be condescending in a mean way and sort of sarcastic sometimes but he's kind to her. Maybe a little too kind sometimes. But she loves him just as much as he loves her. 

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

-Elijah would make her feed from him and he would feed from her. However, he does it gradually. First, he has her drink his blood. He enjoys having Sweetling sit on his lap and watching as she sucks at his bleeding wrist. Before he ever suggested feeding from her, he would suck at her neck, leaving bruises and tiny bites that barely broke skin. Eventually, Elijah doesn't even have to ask, she suggests it. He does it gently, biting in quickly and letting his fangs sit for a moment before actually drinking. Once he does, it's like he experienced ecstasy with every drop. Immediately after he finishes and pulls away, Elijah would bite his wrist and make her drink so she would heal. It is sort of a surprise that he doesn't compel her. 

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

-Elijah is upfront about what he wants with her. He's not afraid of his feelings anymore and he certainly won't hold back from her. The Original is only vulnerable with her. He tells her about his life, about the things he had done in the past, and expects her to be scared. Everyone else is scared of him. So why shouldn't she be? Except she's not. And Elijah isn't sure why. 

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

-It's part of their game. She fights back, he puts her into her place, and his vampiric urges are quelled for a time. He enjoys it when she fights back before submitting. He likes putting his hands on her and putting his Sweetling back where she belongs. Next to him, in his lap, under him. Wherever he needs her is where she belongs. 

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

-It is a game. That much was already said. He enjoys it very much. He enjoys the chase, the hunt. Elijah loves running through a dark forest in pursuit of her, listening for her heartbeat in the stillness of the forest, and finally claiming her when he does catch her. It feeds the primal beast inside him. 

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

-There was one time that Elijah lost control of his jealousy. He took his Sweetling home after murdering the man that was flirting with her. While they were kissing, Elijah had her pinned to the bed and he bit her several times playfully. However, one bite was deep and at that point he was lost in a haze of instincts that were shouting in his head: Claim! Mark! Take! Mine! In the haze he put a little too viciously and she screamed in pain. That jarred Elijah from his headspace and he quickly healed her. Needless to say, it took Elijah a while to allow his beast back out after that. 

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

-Eventually, Elijah intends for his Sweetling to be turned. He wants her to be by his side indefinitely and she wants that too. Not to mention she would be a lot more durable as a vampire. Elijah wasn't sure about it to begin with though. He didn't want to take away her chance to have children. But, she didn't want kids and was quite happy with just Elijah. 

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

-Extremely. His possessive beast doesn't allow for any other man, or woman, to touch what is his. Elijah needs her to be entirely his. Tatia also had Niklaus. So did Hayley. Celeste was a whore; Elijah had realized that. None of the women he had loved over the centuries had been completely his in any sense of the word. But his Sweetling was. She gave herself to him and he would ensure no other would ever have what was his. 

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

-He is obsessed. From the moment he set eyes on her. From the second he smelled her delicious scent. From the first touch of their hands. She had and would always be his. Elijah doesn't try to hide his beast from her because it was his beast that found her, that craved her. That creature inside his head found his Sweetling and took her. He has no reason to hide anything of his true nature. He is an Original Vampire. But he is also kind and sweet. Elijah may have a beast inside that craves her but he is thoughtful of her needs. 

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

-Elijah didn't even realize that she was with him until three days after they had their first encounter. A scent had led Elijah through the French Quarter. He wasn't one to normally follow his instincts like that but the scent he was following had intoxicated him. When he saw a girl looking at postcards on a rack, he knew. She was the one. He settled up behind her and when she turned around, his Sweetling bumped into him. Their eyes met and with his arms around her waist, Elijah blacked out. That was where his beast took over. He stole her away for the next three days and nights, they got to know each other. Even though Elijah woke up next to a girl he didn't know, something told him that he cared for her. Deeply. 

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

-Somewhat, yes. Elijah tries to be good and noble but when it comes to her, that goes right out the window. It's like a switch flips inside him. One minute he can be talking to someone in a very professional and conscientious tone and the next he goes feral. Either it's because someone made a comment about her or looked too long at her. For her, he is both Elijah and the beast. But with everyone else, he is just regular old Elijah, until he's not. 

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

-Elijah enjoys spanking her. Sometimes she acts naughty just so he can spank her. However, what is more common is after their games, he bends her over his knee and spanks her as a 'punishment' for trying to 'escape'. But this is more of an action to quell the urges that come with his beast. There really is no need to punish her. But, Elijah enjoys seeing her squirm against him. 

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

-She can't leave him. She can't go home to her family and live as if she never knew him. Elijah wouldn't allow it. He would keep her with him at all times. If his Sweetling isn't with him, she is locked in their room behind a spelled barrier, courtesy of Freya. Elijah was taking no chances in losing her. His vampire instincts were so strong that when she went to the bathroom and forgot to mention it, Elijah practically tore the compound apart looking for her. He even went as far as to beat Niklaus up thinking that his hybrid brother had taken her from him. 

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

-This version of Elijah has no patience when it comes to her. If he does it comes from his deeply embedded gentlemanly manners and it is very, very thin. This Elijah takes what he wants; he doesn't wait around for it to come to him. But despite his thin patience and his beastly instincts, Elijah would always let her say no. It's actually what he asks every time they play one of their games. He hesitates a few seconds just to see if she says that two letter word. 

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

-If his Sweetling died, Elijah would be distraught. If it was natural causes, Elijah would be depressed. He would refuse to feed or do anything really. However, if someone had killed her, Elijah would torture them. He would enact every dark torture fantasy he had over the course of his thousand years. By the time he was done with whoever snatched her from him, death would be a mercy. Once that was over, he would decide to join her. Of course that could be years because of his siblings or other circumstances. If she tried to leave, Elijah would beg her. He would get down on his knees and beg her not to leave him. He would offer anything she wanted if she would just stay with him. If she decided not to stay, Elijah might just cross that line and compel her to stay. But that is a very big if for the simple reason that she loves him too much to try and leave. That would be the only instance he would compel her to do something against her will. If she successfully escaped during one of their games, they have a longstanding agreement that if she escapes him somehow and gets back to a prearranged spot, she could be dominant for a day. Take that as you would, dirty or not. 

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

-No. Elijah would never feel guilty because everything in him is telling him they were meant to be. His beast had waited a thousand years for a woman just like her. None of Elijah's other lovers were anywhere close to her. And despite everything, his Sweetling says she wants to stay. So why, why in the wide world, would he let her go? 

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

-Having siblings, two older ones and four younger ones, Elijah never had much to himself. He never had privacy as a human nor as a vampire. He loved his siblings, he really did. But, for once he had just wanted something purely his. And that something came in the form of someone. His Sweetling was entirely his from the very beginning. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. She was his. Elijah needed her just as much as she wanted him. 

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

-If the screaming and crying is during one of their games, he delights in it. He enjoys it. Seeing tears streaming down her cheeks and those beautiful sounds coming from her mouth, Elijah becomes even more intoxicated by her. He falls further into the deep abyss of their love. However, seeing her crying or screaming in pain from something else is agony for him. He hates seeing her cry because she is sad or in pain. Hearing her screams is torture and he would do anything stop them in that moment. 

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

-Elijah doesn't stalk her. He didn't have to. His beast kidnapped her then they spent days learning about one another. He talked with her about him and his vampiric world, explaining everything. In turn, she told him about herself. When Elijah woke after blacking out, he suddenly had all this knowledge of a person he only remembered seeing face to face for two seconds. Despite that, Elijah knew he loved her and needed her. 

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

-Since she doesn't really want to escape for real, there isn't really anything she would exploit. However, during their games she usually uses scent. She drapes her clothes all over the forest before rubbing leaves and dirt on her skin. Elijah finds her anyway but she likes the outdoors and the exhilaration of being chased. 

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

-Yes. Elijah would hurt her. He bruises her. He bites her. Elijah's beast causes pain but the physical pain was nothing. Elijah saved her from emotional pain. He would never hurt her emotionally or mentally. Physical pain was a part of their relationship. They enjoy the pain because it makes them forget about what had happened before. So yes, Elijah would hurt her but he would also take her pain away. 

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

-Elijah's beast spent three days with her. In those days, he explained his attraction and need for her to an extent. His Sweetling didn't take much to win over once she realized that he wouldn't put her through the pain she had experienced in the past. He would never force her to do anything and that promise was what made her realize he was serious about what he was saying. 

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

-Elijah didn't pine. He didn't even know her when he took her. It was something inside him that drew Elijah to her. He needed her to be his and she was. Elijah's beast knew that she was the one. He didn't need to pine. He took her. And that was that. 

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

-Elijah didn't need to break her. She was already broken from what the world had done to her. Elijah put her back together and cared for her. So no. Elijah never broke her. He took a broken spirit and put it back together. His Sweetling loved him for that. She became his Always and Forever. 

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#yandere elijah mikaelson #daniel gillies #elijah mikealson x reader #elijah mikaelson imagine #the originals #elijah mikaelson

[duskyashe]

NaNoWriMo Day #24

[masterlist]

Prompt found here, thanks to @mewzaque and @stealingyourbones

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Dani couldn't stop giggling, no matter how hard she tried. The memory of the last time Joker had tried terrorizing people was a great one, and she'd never not laugh at the thought of that clown getting pied in the face, but she really loved getting one over on Red Hood. There was just something about the guy that made her feel confident enough to really let her prankster side out. She didn't want to put a name to it, though, so she shook the thought aside and got back to work.

This was going to be her masterpiece, nothing was going to top this, and best of all? She wouldn't be making life all that difficult for him, considering he can and does swing all over the place every single night. A little more swinging to find a few misplaced (but guarded, she wasn't stupid, she didn't want to lose them lose them, just hide them for a bit) tires wouldn't hurt the guy. Now, if she could just stop giggling for a few seconds, she'd be able to get this tire off and Hood's bike would be—

"This has to be karma. This has to be, there's literally no other explanation for this," came a man's voice from the mouth of the ally, startling Dani into nearly dropping her tire iron. She looked up and found herself meeting the covered eyes of Gotham's resident antihero. "Hey kid, you got a plan for those tires, or d'ya got some kind of beef with me?"

She was so shocked, her mouth kind of just... flapped uselessly for a few moments. How—what—wasn't she invisible?! A quick glance at her hands showed that, nope, she apparently was very visible. At least she was "dressed down" and not all ghostly, she still had a chance to talk her way out of this looking human. Though, in order to talk her way out of this, she kind of had to actually do some talking.

Red Hood sized her up briefly before taking a knee. "Hey, if it's something against me, you can take it up with me, you don't have to jack my tires to get a message across. If you need the tires for something else, then tell me, and I'll help you find a different way of getting it, one that doesn't have you jacking tires in the middle of the night. Sound good?"

... a guy that big and threatening should not be able to sound that soft and safe. Jack Fenton was never soft, he was loud and brash, or he was louder and brasher, but if he was quiet, it wasn't a soft quiet. It wasn't a good quiet. Vlad was never safe, even when she thought he cared about her. Clockwork was manipulative, and while he cared about both her and Danny, he... Didn't have the same perspective on things as they did. In her experience, tall, physically imposing men were not soft, and were not safe. The fact that everything in her screamed Red Hood was capable of being both of those things, was being both of them right now, on top of the unnamed thing that made her confident enough to even try half the things she'd done since "meeting" him a few months ago? It scared her. It scared and worried her. She'd only ever felt this way about someone once, and there'd been a very good, very logical reason for that one. She was Danny's clone, she was as close to a perfect clone of him as anyone was going to get at this point, of course she'd feel safe around him after she stopped trying to kill him! Red Hood... There shouldn't be a reason for her to feel so comfortable and safe and understood and welcome—

Slack hands lost grip on the tire iron as something wet trailed down her face. She felt welcomed here; in Gotham, sure, but in Red Hood's presence, especially so. That... Danny felt like that. Danny and Jazz, and eventually Sam and Tucker, but mostly Danny.

Arms wrapped gently around her, lightly tugging her closer but not demanding. She followed. "Hey now, shhh, it's gonna be alright. I'll help you, whatever you need, alright?"

Dani couldn't help but laugh slightly hysterically at that. "Can you take down an abusive, corrupt billionaire who isn't entirely human? Can you dismantle an illegal, government sanctioned lab? Cuz life would be much better if you could." If I could...

"Kid, who do you think I am?" Red Hood said with a thin veneer of amusement barely covering his concern and anger. "If I can't do it on my own, I've got connections who can. You give me the slightest bit of proof for either of those things, I'll give you a status update in a few days and results in a few months, at most." He rubbed her back soothingly. "But neither of those two things would be solved by jacking my tires, and there're better ways to get my attention, as well," he said lightly, tone implying he'd be giving her a look if he could.

Dani flushed in embarrassment. "I was... kind of... trying to play a prank on you," she muttered into his warm leather jacket.

Red Hood was motionless for a long moment, causing Dani to start tensing, before his shoulders started shaking. It started small, and honestly she probably wouldn't have noticed if she weren't still being held like a little kid, but soon she could hear him stifling his laughter. "Oh gosh, this is karma. I can't—hey kid, you got somewhere safe to stay tonight? I've got some friends who'd love to meet you."

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HAPPY (belated) TURKEY DAY!!! Have some Dani and Jason fluff! Don't mind the light sprinkle of angst sauce, it's just a garnish, it's nothing too vital (⁠ ⁠´⁠◡⁠‿⁠ゝ⁠◡⁠`⁠) at least, not yet ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

I successfully managed to get through all of today without a single breakdown! I did take a two hour nap after the big meal, but everyone ended up waiting almost that long before having dessert, anyway, so I didn't really miss anything too important (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) food was good today, company was, too. I hope y'all had a good day, whether you celebrate Turkey Day or not (^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

I don't have much to say about this ficlet, except for the fact I might continue this at some point 乁⁠(⁠ ⁠•⁠_⁠•⁠ ⁠)⁠ㄏ no clue, but I do see a lot of potential for this!

Have a good morning/day/night!

#danny phantom #batman #fanfic #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp crossover #dp au #fanfiction #nanowrimo 2022 #NaNoWriMo Day 24 #Dani is lonely and didn't realize it #but Jason is in a good place with Bruce and himself now #and he wants to adopt this little black haired blue eyed punk of a girl who tried to jack his bike tires as a prank #so he's going to pull a Bruce lol

[iennoganan-aha]

SPIDER-MAN OC‼️‼️ holy fuck the new movie was so good I’m going insane! I craved to make my own Spider-Man oc, it was strictly necessary or else I would have exploded.

I don’t usually post oc stuff on tumblr but fuck you I NEED to share my boy, clown spider deserves to be seen 😤😤

His name is Solomon Barret, he’s an 18 year old art student. They were bitten by a radioactive spider when his art class was having a field trip at an art museum that was close to the science lab that made it. Solomon didn't even notice being bitten since he was hyperfixated on taking notes of an art piece they were observing.

When he woke up the next day, he noticed some strange things in his body but chalked it up to the few hours of sleep he had gotten that night while working on an art project.

He started noticing major differences later on. After discovering his powers, he wasn't inclined to do anything with them. He has never fantasized about being some kind of hero. He decided to use his new powers of being able to stick to walls and surfaces to paint murals onto. He started to paint beautiful murals onto places where no human could get to. He started signing the paintings with 'spider-pierrot' since he loves pierrot clowns and french art and characters.

He designed his costume after a pierrot clown to further his persona as a performance act. He used his powers to be more of a figure who painted beautiful art with powerful messages. He wasn't interested in becoming some kind of vigilante or superhero.

His canon event is that because he didn't use his powers to stop crime, one night as he's working on a painting he sees a someone run past him, the man is shady, but Solomon does nothing and returns back to his painting. He later found out that the shady man was involved in an incident that gets his older brother Esmé killed.

He decided to begin taking his powers more seriously and using them seriously, becoming a vigilante.

He incorporates pantomime into his fighting style and aerial acrobatics, an art form he's very interested in. He uses pantomime as a distraction/diversion tactic, to confuse is enemies. He also will pantomime quips instead of verbally humiliating or joking with them. He has always been selectively mute, and uses sign language to communicate mostly aside from pantomime, but will speak if necessary. He uses his webs in a somewhat puppeteer like way.

He has the standard spiderman powers such as super strength, stick to walls, spider sense, he can naturally create webbing instead of using a device, still deciding on any unique powers he may have, but his fighting style keeps him unique enough for me!

Uhh yeah I like him a lot :>

#funky clown guy #little lad #spider man #spidersona #spider sona #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman into the verse #spiderman atsv #atsv #itsv #atsv oc #spiderman oc #itsv oc #pierrot clown #clown oc #oc #original character #oc art #original character art #iennoganan ocs #spider pierrot #Solomon Barret

[blue-howlite]

Being Jaha Lee's significant other headcanons.

You being in a relationship with this walking menace but it's his second life.

Author note: I just want to awaken the Jaha Lee simps out there, I need someone to talk about him and simps are the best when it comes to talking about fictional characters.

So, in a way or the other you ended up in a relationship with this absolute menace. Good luck.

Because he has the habit of killing people just because he feels like that, so you either don't care about it or you'll have to always be vigilant to save people.

Aside from that, let's imagine the actual relationship.

First of all: he confessed before you.

I can imagine it as a completely normal day, you're doing your own thing, then he comes up to you and just asks you "Will you be my lover?"

He might add some romanticism to it, maybe praising something about you but if he does it's probably going to be about the way you fight.

"The way you knocked out that guy the other day, your movements and precision... Pure art."

"Sir, I literally smashed a vase against his head."

"Yes, and it was beautiful."

or

"Your blood-covered figure after killing those men... I thought an actual demon finally descended in this world."

"...is that a compliment or...?"

"What else?"

Now, he got himself a lover, you.

He knows he's better than everyone there so he doesn't worry if you give other people attention.

So he doesn't get jealous. Actually, he would probably think that it's good for others to be around you, because if you have a good influence on him you will surely he a good influence on them.

But is he possessive?

Abso-fuckin-lutely.

He will have public displays of affection with you at any given time. It's something between showing you off and showing others that you're his.

If someone else touches you, they're losing a limb. He wants people to respect you the same way they respect him. Only his commanders and his "siblings" can touch you in a friendly way, because he respects them and trusts them enough.

Not Sungtae tho. He gets drop kicked if he tries anything funny with you or makes you slightly uncomfortable. Unless you want to be friends with him, which Jaha Lee will disapprove of but won't stop, Sungtae better keep his distance.

Except for the ones mentioned above, every other subordinate risks to lose their hand. Because of how hard it is for you to keep Lee at bay and remind him that his subordinates need their hands, everyone respects you and kind of fears you.

"I'm cutting his arm off."

"Jaha Lee, no."

"His hand?"

"No, he needs it to hold his weapon, remember?"

"What about a finger? He doesn't need all the fingers for that. I'm sure he can fight-"

"You're not cutting anything."

"..."

"..."

"...not even the tip of his pinky?"

He loves cuddling. No I won't elaborate on why or how I know this.

He loves to just lay down, rest his head on your lap, wrap his arms around your waist and feel you. Bonus if you pet his head or play with his hair, he'll be in paradise and will name a new technique after you.

Most of the time you're cuddling he'll let you spoil him.

But sometimes he won't.

He'll get grumpy for something (maybe you didn't let him kill someone he really wanted to kill) and is just sulking, ignoring you.

Come one he's a big baby we know that.

Anyway he becomes cold and grumpy, if you ask to cuddle he'll just ignore you. In general he won't let you close.

But he can only last for a while without you.

He'll come back to you, but still grumpy and instead of asking you for cuddles as his lover he'll command you to cuddle him as his subordinate.

He gets over it after the first twenty seconds you agree.

Pet names? He probably gives you the weirdest ones ever existed but when he explains them to you they are actually very sweet.

"My sheath"

"I'm sorry?"

"It's because even when I'm covered in blood and my purpose is accomplished, you still embrace me and put me to rest."

"Oh."

Also food names are on the table, because you give him energy. And he likes food. AND he likes you.

If he takes you along when he goes to fight it's because he knows you can handle the situation, otherwise he leaves you with someone to guard you.

Bonus for all the haphephobic people out there.

I'm not haphephobic even though I don't like people just coming and touching or hugging me. Like there are literally two people that can touch me any time and one that is some times ok and some times not. But normally I just flinch away the moment someone touches me.

If you don't like or you even fear physical contact, he will have a hard time with that. He will try to make you accept his affection and cuddles, but if it doesn't work then he'll just give up and find other ways to enjoy your company.

If you like reading he will ask you to read to him.

You like singing? That's great, he likes listening.

In general he will use any hobby you have as a way to spend time together.

Also now anyone that touches you is dead. Even a slight nudge can mean a death sentence.

When you two are together he'll make sure everyone keeps their distance and if someone gets too close he'll just shove them aside.

#return of the crazy demon #Jaha Lee #Jaha Lee x reader #this mf #he is so random and that makes him so fun to imagine because there are things that you KNOW he wouldn't do #but there's also random stuff he would absolutely do

[beanghostprincess]

I was also thinking during this whole thing of Robin taking care of usopp he learns how to read poneglyphs. This was not intentional and did not teach him how to read it. After the incident with the buster call, she probably wanted to write down some of the stuff she knows about poneglyphs including the alphabet. So she has it with her all times. Also just in case something does happen to her, the information is still out there to be learned . He taught himself while looking through Robin's journals and kind of watched her while she works.

He thought it was a word game trying to decipher the squiggles on the paper. Well she's working he curiously asks like what's It's an ancient weapon? She's freaking out asking him how much he knows and how he learned how to read it. After giving his explanation she firmly tells him not to tell anyone that he knows how to read poneglyphs not sanji not his dad no one this is a secret between him and Robin.

Robin feels terrified and also guilty knowing that if the world finds out that this little boy knows how to read them, everyone will be after him whether to use him or to kill him. She spent years running she doesn't want that for usopp, if yasopp finds out he'll be pissed and would probably kick her out or turn her into the marines. (He would never do that yasopp is a lot of things but he's not a monster.) also someone finds out that he knows then they'll find her and they'll do a buster call on syrup village and she can't go through that again and she won't let usopp go through that.

So they keep it a secret. When he's older he insists on learning more about it and asks Robin lights so important to keep it a secret. She reveals her past her real name and her history doubling down on why he needs to keep his information limited. He doesn't push her further after.

Years later Luffy gets a hold of them. Water 7 happens. It's very traumatic but you know everyone is okay now. Robin pulls usopp aside and decides to teach him everything she knows about them. Realizing that what happened during water 7 was a close call If everything didn't happen how it did she would have been dead and all that information would be gone. She doesn't want that to happen. Someone has to know about this, someone has to keep this knowledge alive and Usopp is the one to do it. If something happens to her, He has to carry on her legacy. So he gets her inherited will of knowledge and keeping history alive.

This is killing me because she's such an older sister/second mom to Usopp and it's just,,, So sweet,, I love Usopp finding out on his own and Robin protecting him at all costs. Robin telling him all she knows after Water 7? I love them. I can't stop thinking about the fear Usopp might've felt when Robin was taken away from them. The way he shows up as Sogeking and she just knows it's him because he used to do that as a kid too. And,, It's just so sweet, the way they love each other,,

#robin and usopp being family my beloved #i mean they're family in canon too bc all strawhats are but y'know what i meant #one piece #nico robin #usopp

[illtakeyoutowonderland]

The One (Part 1)

The one where she was lost

Sihtric x Reader

Modern Y/N meets Uthred and his pretty boys? I'm in.

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Her head was killing her and she was freezing. 

Y/N didn't want to open her eyes, she just wanted to sleep, but it was as if the sun was standing right in front of her and it was very annoying.

The bright sky welcomed her as she sat up and looked around. What the hell?

All she could see was trees. Trees and some mountains. She looked for her phone but didn't found it. A feeling of despaired washed over her as she got on her feet and started walking.

She had no idea where she was or where to go but something felt different. She had no memory of what happened to her or how he got there. The last thing she could remember was talking to some friends on her way back home from work on a friday.

Almost the whole day had passed and she had found nothing more than more trees. Not a single person o sign or even a road to follow. She cursed at herself for not grabbing warmer clothes, but then again, how could she possibly know this was going to happen?

The night fell and she was exhausted for all the walking. Those shoes were really not made for trekking. She sat against a tree and wrapped herself with her own arms as in to keep some warmth, her mind all over the place trying to figure out what was going on. At some point exhaustion won and she closed her eyes for a moment. 

She found herself at her place again drinking wine with some friends trying some clothes for a party. She put on her boots and her jacket but before they could leave her appartment all that drinking reach it peak and she really needed to pee. So, she went to the bathroom laughing at her annoyed friends "Come on Y/N!! We want to get there before its over" Someone said so she tried to hurry. Once she was done she went to wahs her hands and looked at herself in the mirror one last time before leaving, but something catch her attention.

She was looking at herself, she had same clothes and same makeup but behind her there was a forest. Lines and lines of deep green trees. The smell of something burning reached her and her eyes widened but she stood still. Rain started to pour on this other side of the mirror but the water started to get to her own side. She lifted her hand trying to touch the glass to check if what she was seeing was real, only for someone to catch her hand. She looked at her reflection again who pulled her close and whispered to her "Wake up"

Y/N opened her eyes with a jolt, only to be greeted once again by the clear sky and the sun above her.She looked for her phone before she remembered. Apparently it had all been a dream and she was still lost in the woods. A part of it still felt like a memory though.

She pushed the thoughts aside as her body asked for food and water she didn't have, so she started walking again.

Two more days passed before she saw a little house on a small clearence. She saw a few women carrying some things and for the look of her clothes they seemed like nuns. Like very vintange nuns. But Y/N didn't care, she was hungry and cold and confused. So she kept walking until one of them spotted her. 

The nun said something to her friends who run inside "You ok, lady?" The nun asked

"Hi" Y/N's voice was a little raspy from dehydration but she managed "My name is Y/N and I'm lost"

"You are in Winchombe, Lady" The nun saw the confusion on her face and explained "You are in Mercia"

"What's this? Who are you?" Interrupted a man in armor, very vintage armor

"She says she is lost, Lord" The nun explained for her but he laughed it off

"Leave, girl" He yelled at her "We do not need any of your kind here"

"What's going on?" A new voice came from inside as a woman in what seemed pink dress came out of the building.

"Lady, you need to stay inside" Everyone objected at her and a third woman came out, this one looked older than the rest "it is not safe for you to be outside"

"Who are you?" The woman ignored them as she talked to Y/N

"I'm Y/N" She said again "I'm lost. I just need to know where I am so I can go back home" Her throat was so dry she started coughing "And maybe some water" She said mostly to herself

"She look like a Dane" Said one of the men

"Like a what?" Y/N had never heard that word before and even less known what that was suppose to mean

"We will help you" The woman finally said and everyone started to protest again "Look at her" She pointed towards Y/N "She is freezing and probably hungry. We will get her inside and keep her warm until she is ready to leave" And with her final word Y/N got inside, followed by a group of very wairy men and nuns.

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Let me know what you guys think!

Should I keep going with this story?

#the last kingdom #finan #uthred #uthred of bebbanburg #sihtric #sihtric kjartansson #sihtric fic #sihtric x reader #sihtric the last kingdom

[slightly-gay-pogohammer]

Hey gio I accidentally got into an argument about how Rowling, and how she’s not transphobic and how’s she’s misunderstood, do you have a list of reliable sources and evidence to point out she’s not a good person?

okay i want to say that. unfortunately i DID have some discussions similar to this in the past, and they always ended with the other person going "let's agree to disagree :)" and so i know it's a lowkey Lost Cause. however. wanna give out obvious proof? like nothing that can be misread or misunderstood?? like of course i can just throw her twitter link here and call it a day, but again. i've met people who were adamant and kept saying that she was just pro women, well.

sure let's go. putting it under read more because i know that it's very upsetting. we're discussing transphobia, but i also want to lampshade her racism and much more so. yeah.

also point 0.5: i know you want proof of transphobia but i want to remind everyone that she's a bad person through and through. just by reading the book you can see a lot of fatphobia - especially with the dursleys - excusing slavery with the house elves to the point that the only one who's happy with being free is considered "weird" and the one person who wants to fight for their rights being constantly used a a joke, antisemitism with the goblins description, the racism when it comes to non-white characters (the chinese character is literally called cho chang and whatever the fuck she did with the native americans) and much, much more. I won't lie, I still have fond memories of the books from when I read them as a child, but you can't ignore that she really pissed outside the bucket more than once

1. again, just read the books. in harry potter i think it's just something very vaguely hinted with Rita Skeeter being described as masculine and being a character who constantly badmouths and stalks the underage protagonists, and we all know how her main villain in "troubled blood" is what a trans woman is in the eyes of a terf: just a man who crossdresses to enter in women's bathrooms to kill them. there's also her new book where she makes the victim we need to avenge a cartoonist who's killed for being accused of being transphobic, but honestly i didn't read too much into it nor i want to because just the premise makes my blood boil

2. small, but while her rampage on twitter can "be misunderstood" as "her protecting women" ( no it can't, but again. that's what people i discussed with were preaching :^) ), i think the ultimate smoking gun was her blocking stephen king, someone she openly reverred jus a few hours before he stated that trans women are women

3. similarly, Katherine Waterson, the actress who played the main love interest in "Fantastic Beasts", was casually pushed aside after she was very openly went against J.K.'s transphobia. In the latest movie her character was "unavailable" until th very end, as far as I know, where they rushed to close her love arc.

3.5. the actors of Harry, Ron and Hermione and many others were also openly supporting trans people btw, and since she doesn't really have power over them anymore Rowling being absent to the Harry Potter reunion really says a lot to me

4. This is my personal smoking gun: her promoting a terf site

i think the name of the site itself is proof enough, but just to make sure that they didn't have a sudden change of heart or it could "be misunderstood" i took one for the team and checked their site and

this was their landing page besties. can't be more obvious than this

5. JK yes you can. Wanna know with who she hangs with lately?

these people :) I heavily encourage watching this video, as upsetting as it might be -- and check out this channel's Harry Potter essay too, they really go deep into how badly she fucked up, but the TL;DR version of the video above is "they're all terfs" like you can say you're not transphobic as much as you want, but if most of your besties are transphobes I think it's kind of obvious you are too

6. "Merry Terfmas"

#gio replies #transphobia tw #racism tw #fatphobia tw #yea we're going there #im not really good at these kind of serious posts but shitting on this devil of a woman is always fun #< as fun as the acid reflux i'm getting rereading her tweets might be anyway

[zombiebabysitter]

Starstruck || Charlie & Maggie

LOCATION: Tendrilla's Shrine TIMING: Current PARTIES: Charlie (@zombiebabysitter) & Maggie (@woveninstardust) SUMMARY: Charlie is trying to write new music while in a shrine, and Maggie realizes she knows him from his band. CONTENT WARNINGS: None!

“A bunch of us in town liked you guys. Thought you had good music. So…”

The rock formation Charlie sat in was apparently a shrine to some cryptid. Not that it mattered much to him, aside from the pretty rocking acoustics he was getting from them, so fuck yeah to this Tendrilla or whoever the fuck. He strummed gently to himself, trying to get words to come to him. His parents had been begging him to come back home to Portland after the incident, but Charlie didn’t want to. Something kept him here, trying to find those fuckers that bit him and killed his friends. Killed Gareth. He strummed a bit harder, his own anger clouding his judgment. The strumming turned to a twang, and he winced and stopped playing. This wasn’t writing music, this was abusing poor Gibson. 

“Goodbye my friends, I wish that I could see you again.” Charlie sang under his breath as he strummed a chord. “From the smiles on your weary faces, to us strung out in far off places.” He stopped singing, it was getting too real. He could write something that was going to make him cry. He heard footsteps creep up on him, only to turn his head to see someone uncomfortably close to him. 

“OH SHIT FUCK!” Charlie exclaimed, nearly dropping his guitar but recovering before he did so. “Uh… hi?” He then greeted it as more of a question than a greeting. “Welcome to casa de tendrilla, I guess. And my new recording studio. Think the tentacle lady will mind?” His eyes darted back and forth from his guitar to the very close girl. “Name’s Charlie.” He then spoke, hoping it would get her to take a step back. 

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The Tendrilla sights were one of Maggie’s favorite bits of weird Wicked’s Rest lore. The idea of a giant jellyfish that floated high above the town, emitting a gentle glow that coated entire mountainsides was enough to put the deified cryptid on the girl’s radar. Besides, if there was ever a place that seemed more prone to cryptids, it was Seven Peaks. That met with the warming spring weather was enough to drag Maggie out of the house and up the trails to Crown Heights. 

It was usually a quiet place. Usually. If there were other people at the shrines, they were local faces. People who kept to themselves and who didn’t care much whether or not some girl from the town proper was there. But someone was playing the guitar. As long as Maggie had been going up to the Tendrilla shrines, she had never heard of someone offering music to Her. The curiosity bug bit her hard. Rather than leaving the guy to his music, she got closer. But as she crept along, certain things got very… familiar. She’d heard this dude play before- she had to have. She knew the playing style. And the voice… 

She kept creeping closer and closer, trying to figure out why the fuck she recognized the voice when the guy turned and nearly dropped the guitar. And then it clicked. Zombie Babysitter. While the band had never gotten famous, they had been strangely popular within her little crowd of friends. And then when they up and died in some wild attack in HER TOWN, they somehow grew even more popular. She remembered the accident in the news, remembered how only one of the band members managed to survive. And now, standing in a shrine dedicated to a jellyfish god, she was staring at the sole survivor. 

“Uuuuuuhhhhhh…” Her brain had simply ceased working. This had to be one really fucky dream. “Are you offering Her music? While doing the recording? Cuz it’s kind of a shrine up here. Some people might get pissy if you don’t… leave an offering… Charlie Hart from Zombie Babysitter who is standing at the Tendrilla Shrine…” Maggie said slowly, still trying to convince herself that it was all some strange dream. She’d probably fallen asleep behind the counter at Periwinkle Paints. She gave her arm a quick, sharp pinch to see if it would wake her up. It didn’t. “I’m Maggie- are the acoustics better up here or something?”

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Charlie blinked owlishly at the girl, still holding onto his guitar like it would protect him from the girl’s stare. “Her?” He answered dumbly, sticking his neck out with a raised brow, clearly confused. “Oh, this is a…?” He looked around, suddenly feeling he wasn’t allowed to be in this shrine. Shrine? It just looked like a bunch of rocks to him. Well, it's better to let someone have their happiness and… weird culty religious beliefs than try to get them to see reason. After all, look at him and how he turned out. Tendrilla and he could probably get along. 

“Oh, I’m not… recording. I’m just…” He frowned, staring down at his guitar. “Just playing, really.. Clearing my head.” She knew who he was, and it made him simultaneously flattered and a tad creeped out at the same time. Sure, he’d expected to be recognized when the band’s music suddenly catapulted to stardom. He’d gotten so many calls from reporters wanting his side of events, knowing if he’d release a solo album now that his bandmates were gone, forgetting that he was a fucking person who had lost all his fucking friends. Vultures, all of them.

“Nice to meet you, Maggie… fan of Zombie Babysitter who likes to get close to people.” Charlie awkwardly stuck a hand out to her, offering it to shake. “You, uh, know about this Tendrilla thing?” He asked, eyes looking around what Maggie had told him was a shrine. “Like, should I…?” He took out an earring, dropping it onto the ground. “Offering? That thing wasn’t cheap. I hope she likes moissanite.” He saluted the earring before turning his attention back over to Maggie again. “So you know about… about my band.” He swallowed thickly. It was sometimes hard to talk about the band in the past tense. He wasn’t the band's lead singer, but he’d often been backup vocals on most of the tracks and when they played live. 

He shook off the feeling of being creeped out, letting the feeling of being recognized wash over him. “You uh, you liked our songs, huh? Sorry that it’s uh, just me now.” He looked down at his feet, then back up at the girl. “But, like… hey, a newfound appreciation for being alive, am I right?” His voice when an octave higher, and he waved his hands around in the air. “Yaaaay…” He spoke in a quiet, still higher-pitched voice. 

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“Her. Tendrilla. Tentacle Lady.” How the hell did people go places and not know the lore? It was mind-boggling to her that someone would take the trek all the way up to Crown Heights to play the guitar near some standing stones as if it was just someplace up in the mountains to be used. It took all her strength not to launch into a full history of Tendrilla and Seven Peaks. Friends were not made by immediate info-dumping. Apparently. Instead, Maggie gave a quick jerk of her head in the direction of a carving that had begun to fade from constant exposure to harsh weather of a massive jellyfish hovering over seven distinct peaks. She figured that would have to do as a means of explanation. “People up here treat Her a little like a god. Better to be respectful about it, just leave something as an offering before you go… The moissanite’s probably fine.”

She took a good step back, giving Charlie his space. Her shoulder rose a little, an awkward sheepish stance. Like she didn’t quite know what to make of the situation now that it was real. “Yeah. Uh. Sorry. About what happened to them. And for getting close, I just was trying to listen and get closer to the- you know-” A painted-blue nail pointed in the direction of the stones. “So I could draw ‘em.”

It was a horrible thing to lose friends. Maggie had watched poor Isa go through hell after what happened to Ruth- though, she supposed, it was different because Isa went to jail for something she hadn’t done. Charlie was still without his band, but was probably living with some survivor’s guilt. Her nose scrunched as he made his apologies. “You’ve got nothing to apologize for. What you went through is…” Her voice died, tapering off. What right did she have to say anything? 

Rocking back on her heels she turned in the direction of the nearest of the stones. Maggie you weirdo what the fuck was that… The little voice inside her mind was screaming and scolding herself for every little strange moment. “A bunch of us in town liked you guys. Thought you had good music. So…”

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Tendrilla was a god around here. Okay, not the weirdest thing he’s heard in his life, but it was definitely fucking up there. “Right, a god.” Charlie stepped back toward the entrance but then remembered his pact to himself. To his dead friends. So he took a few steps forward, getting closer to the etching of the jellyfish. “That’s fucking weird, what’s she all about?” He asked the girl, who seemed to know a lot. He knew it was like opening a can of worms, but who cared? If he learned something freaky about this place outside what he already knew, what could be the harm in it? 

“You draw? What kinda stuff you draw?” Charlie asked, not wanting to linger on the topic of his dead bandmates and best friends. Whenever he tried to sleep, he saw Lind’z lifeless eyes staring at the sky. He didn’t need to dwell on it when he was awake. “You listen to us? That’s… kinda cool, actually. It’s always nice to meet someone that appreciates our music, you know?” He gave a half-smile that almost reached his eyes, but the pain of thinking about his friends won out, keeping it from meeting his eyes. 

“We actually got a letter to our P.O. box about this place, said that they would love to meet us.” He explained. “Plus I got a pal that lives in town. She starred in our music video.” Of course, Charlie wished they’d never received that letter. Wish they’d never considered coming to a place like Wicked’s Rest, where his friends would always rest. He blinked, then pulled out his notebook and wrote that down. “Wicked’s Rest, where my friends will always rest…” He muttered to himself as he jotted it down, then put the book back onto his guitar case. “Well, between you and me, we recorded one last album. Was supposed to release in the summer, but… now it’s up to me to know what to do with it. Might hold onto it for a while before releasing it. Was supposed to be called Wild Child.” He told her with a twinkle in his eye.

It was strange, meeting someone whose creations you admired. Music wasn’t Maggie’s language, it wasn’t her outlet, but it didn’t stop her from appreciating the act of creation that was inherent to his craft. It was an art that absorbed another sense entirely- one that her pencils and paints would never be able to meet. But they could both provoke thought, provide entertainment. But art can be viewed away from the artist, as music can be listened to away from the musician. To meet a creator gave new details. Maggie loved details. 

“Tendrilla is… well…” How did one describe a deified cryptid? It was much easier to explain the Thiccapotamus (description: it’s a thicc-ass glowing hippo) or Guisseppe (description: legs for days and really likes spaghetti and meatballs). But Tendrilla was mysterious, even to the girl who made it her mission to know these things. She tried not to cringe at the musician’s choice of words (fucking weird in the presence of the shrine felt a bit rude). “It depends who you talk to about her… It’s not like a deity that you couldn’t see- she’s a corporeal, giant floating jellyfish… that glows. Some people say if she holds you, it stings, but the folks up here say her embrace is gentle, warm… Like being wrapped up in a soft light.”

Maggie was more than grateful that the conversation turned towards art. She could show art. She didn’t mind critiques or comments on it. Talking to people who were skeptical about cryptids made her twitchy… Taking the moment to breathe, the girl dug around in her bag and fished out a well-worn sketchbook before holding it out. “A little bit of everything, but mostly creatures and bits of folklore from around town.” She paused a moment before awkwardly adding “I’d get it if you didn’t release it- it’s nice to keep memories for yourself sometimes…”

Listening as Maggie explained Tendrilla, Charlie nodded his head slowly. “Got it. Giant floating jellyfish that’s been deified.” He spoke, making sure he got all the facts right. “Cryptids are neat, I guess.” He shrugged a shoulder, wanting to dismiss the idea that this thing could be real. But then again, if he could get bitten by a zombie, then anything was possible, wasn’t it? “I could go for a gentle and warm hug…” He muttered, deciding that this Tendrilla couldn’t be that bad after all. 

“Yo, this is good!” Charlie told the girl as she flipped through her sketches. “You’ve got a real talent for this.” He thought for a minute, then grinned. “Wild Child already has an album cover, but I plan on making some music on my own. I’ll have to figure something out with my manager and you could do the album art whenever that happens. If you’re interested, of course.” He quickly tacked on, eyes wide that he was overstepping boundaries. “Maybe it’ll be an album about this place and how it’s rapidly changed my life.” He mused, looking at Gibson with a wobbly smile. 

“I think I will. I owe it to the fans and my bandmates’ families.” He then spoke, voice soft and somewhere else. “Just weird once it’s the last thing they ever put out.” Charlie added, kicking the stone under his feet. “Everything feels weird, though. Don’t think there’s any getting over that, though.” He rubbed at his nose, then sighed. “Guess I should stop playing at the Tendrilla shrine, huh?”

She blinked, wondering if she’d heard him correctly. Album cover art. He wanted her, a stranger he just met to potentially make album cover art for a future album. Maggie tried to act non-plussed, but her jaw dropped a little. “Uhhh…. Yeah! Yeah, no I could definitely do that for you, if you wanted. Definitely… totally very interested…” Shut up, Magnolia… 

A little wave of guilt lapped over her. He’d lost so much. Friends, bandmates, companions… How lonely it must feel to be the sole survivor of a tragedy. And here she was, being excited about drawing something for a fellow artist. “I… um…” The girl’s voice was so soft, fingers snarling and locking into one another. “I’m sure that they’re proud of you for creating, still.” It was an artist's greatest gift and greatest burden: those that remained created. It’s the way it had always been.

Maggie welcomed the change in topic. It was a relief to talk about Tendrilla once more. Even if they were only ‘cool, he guessed’... “I don’t think she’d mind. It’s an offering, in its’ own little way. You’re giving music. That might be enough…. But I’ll leave you to your music.” She took a few steps back towards the path. “It was nice to meet you, Charlie.”

Charlie grinned brightly as Maggie shared her interest in collaborating, and Charlie nodded his head enthusiastically in reply. “Glad to hear it! I’ll be in touch when that time comes, then. Maybe even let you listen to everything first so you can really nail down the vibes.” The smile faded a bit as he thought of his friends who he would never make music with again. It was bittersweet to continue without them.

“Yeah, I’ve got reason to believe that they would be.” Charlie gave a sad smile and looked down to his guitar. “I owe it to them to keep going, y’know? Not giving up just because I’m too afraid to move forward. I don’t know if I’ll ever be in a band again, but… I dunno. A solo career sounds so daunting, you know?” He shrugged his shoulders, patting his guitar a bit. 

“Maybe I’ll scoot out then, don’t want to insult an eldritch deity that I don’t understand. Or the people who follow her.” He pulled a face before pulling his guitar case toward himself and packing the instrument away. “Yeah, it was great to meet you, Maggie! I’ll see you around.” He gave a small wave, happy to meet someone new who shared in the creative process. Suddenly, he didn’t want to be left to his music, feeling an itch to do something reckless. It was easier than processing his feelings.

#Starstruck #threads #woveninstardust #t;woveninstardust

[peachymilkandcream]

Break Me Slowly Levi's Yandere Alphabet

(A/N: I see the requests in my inbox don't worry I'll get to them, I just wanted to do this since I just saw it. [I'll make a William one afterwards don't worry] After these I'll get to the requests I promiseee)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get? Levi has always had a hard time expressing his affection, and as someone who deprived himself of touch, especially sexual touch, he would resort to that as his primary form. Retuning his sexual advance is the highest form of praise for him, although any possessive hugs or hand/arm holding is very important.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling? Levi has killed many people in the name of his love, whether directly himself or by putting them in a situation to be killed. The blood price could never be high enough if it meant Evelyn was safe with him.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them? We've seen how Levi's treated Evelyn, beatings, r*pe, starvation, gaslighting, all is fair game in his eyes if it means he has her.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will? ^ See above

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling? Levi is extremely closed off to Evelyn emotionally, even in the happiest moments of his life he acts nonchalant so she doesn't see an ounce of weakness in him. His whole life is a facade to her.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back? He is slightly amused, thinking that she could ever stand a chance against him. He enjoys beating her back down when she tries anything.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape? Levi hates it with a passion when she even tries to escape. It's not a game for him, if she happened to escape his life would be over, he would be devastated beyond recognition. He doesn't leave ways for her to try and escape as a joke and a means to punish her, he's genuinely concerned that she'd try it.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them? If Evelyn did something to prevent/stop a pregnancy or she tried to make him jealous. Although her punishments for escaping are pretty horrific as well.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling? He wants to have as many children with Evelyn as she can possibly give him, raise them all to be perfect models of him and have a legacy. Growing old together is all he wants.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope? Levi 100% just lashes out at the person he sees as a threat and at Evelyn, depending on the severity of his jealousy, the threat might find themselves six feet under. Evelyn is severely punished and forced to remember who is number one in her life.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling? If she's behaving he acts more like a loving husband, giving affection and love. However if she's being bratty he acts extremely cold and stern, ignoring her until she apologies with a blow job.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling? There was no hint that he was even interested in her up until the wedding night. He can't stand the idea of rejection of any kind so he kept it completely neutral until he had her in his clutches.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else? There is not much that changes with Levi, however he does act slightly less unhinged around others. But he's still the same cold and nonchalant Captain he's always been.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling? His punishments range from sexual to physical to mental. Each punishment has to fit the crime. Basic disobedience is a rough fuck and then things are back to normal. Severe crimes warrant beatings and rough sex as well as ignoring her afterwards until she apologizes.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling? Evelyn has no rights, she is a living breathing doll for him. To be used, bred, and treated however he sees fit. She has no thoughts of her own, only his thoughts. She is not permitted to have friends, only who he allows.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling? Levi is willing to wait however long it takes for her to finally break. At no point will he kill or divorce her and move on, he's sticking with this because she is perfection and he believes eventually she'll come around.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on? Absolutely not. He will be nothing more than a shell of a man, fuelled by rage and eventually drinking himself to death to join her.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go? In his deluded mind he believes he's protecting her from other men and the world. She's doing the best he can for her and the outside world will just hurt her, so no he would never let her go or feel guilty.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)? That's for the reader to find out in future chapters of Break Me Slowly ;)

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves? He would much rather her show even negative emotions rather than none at all. He likes that even if it's bad he makes her feel something. It means he hasn't broken her mind to the point of no return.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere? Not necessarily, he's very classic in what he wants (in my opinion). Although it might be different that he wants to share her with children instead of keeping her to himself.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape? Levi is too willing to let things go if she gives in to his affections, he wants it so bad he gets a bit sloppy with his rules.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling? If it's for her own good pain is a good form of discipline in his mind.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over? Levi is desperate to have a "good wife" he'll pay whatever it takes, do whatever he has to to break her mind. It's all a worthy cause.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap? He's been in love with her and obsessing over her since their teens, she was so perfect how could he not.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling? You'll see ;)

#attack on titan #break me slowly #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x oc #levi x reader #shingeki no kyojin #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader

[poketnife69]

Hello! Can I request a candyman x reader? Where reader has an infatuation with Daniel and writes poems and makes art of him?

A different kind of Love Language

Candyman / Daniel Robitaille x gn!reader

WARNINGS: Kind of short, mentions of murder(?), and poorly written poems-

NOTE : This is my very first request on Tumblr and I'm kind of excited about the thought of actually writing fanfics for this community! But I'm also kinda nervous since I don't have any experience in writing so if there's anything I missed out on ( grammar, spelling, etc.) please let me know! And I openly take suggestions from anyone, and help myself to improve!

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Life has always been full of surprises, especially the fact that you're dating Daniel Robitaille or more likely known as "Candyman", the infamous urban legend that has been going around in Chicago for centuries, the man who had been murdered because of forbidden love, and the spirit who kills anyone who says his name five times in front of a mirror.

And by some miracle, you somehow managed to survive from getting your throat slit by his hook and winning his love at the same time, you didn't know what was it about you that made him fall for you, maybe it was because you both shared a similar interest in art and poetry.

You knew he was a man of arts considering that he used to be an artist, so you showed your love and appreciation for him through that same advantage.

Whenever you'd leave your humbled home instead of small notes you'd leave written poems on your kitchen counter for him to read later on.

To Daniel my beloved,

my love for you is unlimited,

you painted my life full of colors,

From yours truly your lover.

You are the bee to my honey,

this may sound kinda cheesy,

aou make butterflies in my tummy,

and I love you so dearly. <3

The first time I saw you,

Was just out of the blue.

But only then I knew,

My love for you is so good to be true.

They're always short but they held a deeper meaning to Daniel, the fact that you took your time into writing these sweet short poems just for him warmed his dead heart, and he would often keep those simple poems underneath his furry coat and write back to you.

To my dearest Y/N,

I promise I shall take all your pains away.

With every moment spent together,

I cherish them as if it were my final day.

I want nothing more but to spend the rest of my life with you,

Oh the things you do to me, you don't have a clue.

It's to hold you close and have your presence near me,

for all eternity.

There wasn't a day without you or Daniel leaving each other love poems, it was as if written poems were your love languages. But other than that you would often stay in the comfort of your home painting when you have no work or chores to do for the day, you had asked him if you could do a portrait of him which he happily obliged to. Daniel watched as you applied your paintbrush to the mixing palette in hand, and stroked the brush on the canvas looking back and forth between him and back to the canvas.

To be honest, you weren't the worst painter but having seen Daniel's artworks before made you motivated into improving your art skills and making sure not to leave a single detail out of the portrait. It had been hours and you had eventually finished your artwork, you were a bit surprised that Daniel hadn't left the entire time to kill some poor and helpless soul for calling him 5 times.

You stepped aside and watched him intently as he inspects the final product of your masterpiece, your anxiety washed away, and with the newfound feeling of relief as you saw a gentle smile spread across his face. "My love, this is probably one of your best masterpieces yet." he whispered as he pulls you closer to him by wrapping an arm around your shoulder, you gently placed your head on his shoulder and took in a deep breath as you felt a little more confident about your painting, "You think so?".

"I know so."

He was glad to have met someone like you, even after what happened with him and Coralina he still managed to have found someone who accepted him, loved him for who he was, and never failed to show their appreciation to him every day.

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TAGLIST :

#candyman x reader #daniel robitaille x reader #slashers x reader #slasher fanfiction #slasher fluff #candyman #daniel robitaille #candyman x you

[nightenc0unters]

Night Encounters chapter 1

Chapter 1 – hatred towards the abandoned house

Mrs. Victoria Morel S/D...

It is my greatest consideration that you stop by my house, since very strange events are happening, in addition to that, there are people living there. Most of them are children between 10 and 15 years old and an undead is with them. Now my house is run by an owl and a bat. The town literally hates them, since those two kill people from the town along with the children. Children are not only humans, but monsters with official abilities. I also invited your friends to investigate the strange paranormal occurrences in my house. Thank you very much for reading my letter.

Atte: Mrs. Adell adewh

Victoria Morel

How scary... I never thought that her spirit could write this letter to me, the back of this letter of documents had a hand stamped but with blood. It was quite disturbing for Ami. Aside from that...That lady died a long time ago. In '92 she died. Legend has it that Adell Adewh made a pact with the devil and her spirit remained there after she died. Why do other people have it? Is it because she told them or... Anyway. This already seems like a joke to Ami. I won't let a joke laugh in my face. Why invite my friends? They are working...How is it possible that she writes this when she has been dead for a long time? Tomorrow I'll stop by her house, see how it goes.

I passed by her house... I noticed a lot of bad vibes in her plants. The garden was totally dry and dead. "Can there be so much bad vibes in a house?" I thought. Suddenly a notification rang from my cell phone. I checked to see who she is and it was a notification from X (Twitter now). A user named "chico_mal0666" followed me, at that moment I felt worried because I didn't know him but I didn't accept his friend request. It's quite strange. Who can invent that kind of username? I went to his profile, it had no cover photo, no banner, no description but something caught my attention. His location was "Village of Miracles." It was exactly where I live now. "Who could it be? I better not accept it" I thought with fear. I saw someone look out of the window of Adell's abandoned house but after 2 seconds they disappeared... I left there, ran to my house and felt fear and fear because of what I had seen. Strange things were happening. Not only Ami, but also a man who was my neighbor who took his life a few days ago. It was very gloomy but it was time for that demon to leave him alone. I think Ami must be experiencing the same thing as him. When I got home I prayed the Rosary so that the same things that happened to my neighbor would not happen to me. "This is like a curse" I told myself. Being a brave girl, I decided to go to Adell's house the day after tomorrow. I lay down and fell asleep.

A day passed and I was ready, ready for the endless adventure. Her house was so large that it seemed to be an endless maze to complete. I arrived at the house, I was able to find her key, it was so rusty from her age, I opened the front door that was in her house, I went to the door of her house. I opened it slowly and it looked very dark...luckily I had a flashlight, I closed the door slowly and turned on the flashlight. Walk a few steps forward. I shined my flashlight and realized that the room I was in was the living room. I noticed from the luxurious old green sofa that on the left there was a small table with some crochet paper flowers. The living room had 3 doors, doors that were probably bedrooms. I went to the living room to see in detail what it was like. There were ash marks on the walls and they seemed to be hands, the ceiling was large, it was impossible for a woman her age and her shortness to get up there or so I think. Then I felt a chill, I felt the laughter of a girl. I got scared and at the first door I opened it and it was a cupboard containing packages. I started to check the expiration date of the bags, some expired this year but others expired in 2017, 2014. It was incredible how simple bags of cookies, noodles, sugar and weed could be so eternal. I closed the cupboard and decided to continue with the second door, it was a small room where there was an English piano. In the legend it was also said that Adell was a Christian and she played her melancholic piano in church. I continued with the third and there was a staircase. "Where is this taking you?" I asked myself. I went up to the stairs, they were purple carpeted stairs like the ones you have in movie theaters when you go to the theater. I continued climbing until I reached the top and I found something that caught my attention...it was a doll, not just any doll, it had colored needles and they were stuck in the parts of its body. I was frozen, completely frozen that I had no comments to express myself. As soon as I reached it, it was Adell's bedroom; there were stains on the blanket of her bed, blood stains. The trail of blood I continued down the other staircase that was to the right of the fourth wall. I followed him and continued climbing that staircase, I arrived and saw the worst, it was a severed hand with a sign that said "salvame" which in English meant "save me." I was terrified when I witnessed this type of scenario, I ran in fear and found a door, I opened it and found the lady's bathroom, it was a luxurious bathroom. But it was not a common bathroom...I had a corpse already in a state of putrefaction in blood water in the bathtub, I saw how horrible it was. I opened the bathroom door and started running in desperation. I ran until I fell into a hole...it was a deep hole, I fell and got up...I didn't see it coming, I grabbed my flashlight and shined it. I came across the corpse of a girl with short hair, with a skull press, she had a short-sleeved T-shirt, black and red striped tights and black shoes and it seemed that her chest had been opened and she died from missing of blood. "Poor devil, later they regret having killed an innocent creature" I continued moving forward so as not to pay attention to the gloomy scene that seemed to be taken from a police film or a forensic photograph. I heard a girl's laugh again. I looked back and there was nothing. I kept moving fast. I found a door. A door that was with a "private property" sign, I opened the door and found a ritual, I decided to get into the satanic ritual and the worst happened... Realistic images appeared in my head, first it was the image of a demon with long pompadour, second an image of the victims and third a photograph of Adell but with blood stains. I closed my eyes and stood back.

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[elfcollector]

AHEM. my time has come. FOR DELIGHT, if it pleases you... 2, 6, 7, 8, 10, 11, 14, 15, 17, 32, 34, 35, 41, 42, 44, 46, 47, 48, 50. i know it is a lot... my desire to know more of delight cannot be understated. HAVE FUN

ask me about my ocs! / accepting! / @bg3

FRAY GOOD LORD....i owe u my life. AWESOME. this is going under a cut cos its gonna get SO long.

2. Do they wear perfume/cologne? If so what scents do they prefer?

Not historically! They're an adventurer by trade, and rarely stay anywhere long — they show up, save the innocents, convince the baddie to lay off or kill them, and then they leave. And the vast majority of their adventuring is something they're doing alone. These things combine just mean they're rarely around another's company long enough to care about what others think of their smell, and they don't care aside from not wanting to smell gross.

That being said, they take bathing regularly seriously, so they do often smell, under the blood and etc., like clean soap! And, once they start getting closer with Shadowheart, some members of the camp notice they seem to have started wearing orchid perfume, despite having never done so before. Everyone's too polite to comment on how obvious they're being.

6. If they were badly injured, and for whatever reason couldn't go to a hospital, who would they go to for help?

I don't think they're the type to let others know they're injured! If they can, or even if they can't, they're gonna try to hide the injury and take care of it without anyone finding out. tough with a vampire on the team! that being said, when they do show it, wyll is 100% their go - to — they're best friends, and they trust him not to try any funny business.

7. Do they have any unusual fears?

I'm still sort of rotating the finer points of their backstory in my head like a rotisserie chicken, but they struggle to depend on others — their biggest fear is trusting someone (in the sense of trusting them to be honest, or to fulfill their end of a bargain, or etc.) and that trust resulting in not only their own suffering, but the suffering of others.

As for more unusual ones — they find the sound of bone cracking really unsettling, which is rough when your job involves so much violence.

8. Do they collect anything? If so, what and why?

They collect jewelry, though they rarely wear it! They're especially likely to take jewelry off of any corpses the gang finds.

If you looked through their (extensive) collection, you'd find a few things that are inscribed with the names Lythia and Lythi — it's odd that this name shows up so regularly. Poor Lythia must have died with a lot of jewelry, one supposes.

As for the why...if you asked directly, they'd say that jewelry is often a sign of love — after all, jewelry is so often a gift — and so, by holding onto it, Delight is preserving a sign of love between people, even if those people are dead. And they're not lying! That is most of the reason.

10. Do they have any regrets?

Oh, so many, but they won't talk about them for the most part. And, to their credit, most of the regrets are in the past; nowadays, as long as they did their best and did what was right (or as close as they could, in the circumstances) they're good at not blaming themselves for what happens that no one could have predicted. "I did the very best that I could, the rest is out of my hands."

That being said, the gang is the first time in years they've had any kind of real companions, and losing any of them would be...unbearable. No matter how good their intentions were or how much they tried, if they lost any of them, they'd...well, it wouldn't be pretty. That would be a regret.

11. Do they have any addictions?

If you asked them, they'd say "heroics, probably" as a joke. I don't think so, to be honest, and if they are addicted to anything, it's less substances and more...concepts.

14. Do they have a hard time opening up to people?

Yes, though it's less out of intentional secrecy (at least for the most part) and more because they're just out of practice. They've been on their own for a long time, doing solo heroism and only stopping to be a listening ear to whoever happens to be suffering along the way — that role doesn't require a whole lot of heart-baring on their part. When Shadowheart asked them to tell her something about them, they diverted and asked about her, not out of a desire to avoid the question but because it simply felt more natural after so many years of not confiding in anyone.

I mentioned that they hide wounds and things, and I do think it can be a challenge for them to open up about mistakes they've made in the past, but as far as their general day-to-day life and their dreams and etc, they wouldn't mind talking about that sort of thing if they could just break the listening-but-not-sharing habit.

15. What kind of sense of humor do they have? Or do they have one at all?

They're very funny! It tends to be a dry thing; they've got a lot of charisma, but when they're interacting as themself and not in the interest of trying to get someone from somebody (which is when they crank the charisma up) they tend towards a dry, deadpan humor. They and Gale get along fine, but he's so theatrical in his humor and they're so flat in theirs that they struggle to reach the other's wavelength some time. Ironically, they play off of Astarion's theatre-kid-isms no problem.

17. How easily would they be convinced to do something that goes against their morals?

It's INCREDIBLY hard. Delight has a very strong moral center and etc — they know that nothing haunts them quite like not sticking to their guns. Not that they're not flexible — they can adjust on the fly if there's not an obvious 'good' answer, and they're not above lying, stealing, etc. — but still...

There was a time a long time ago when they should have stuck to their morals, but they trusted someone too much, let that someone warp their goodness, let that someone convince them to set aside their morals, believed that someone when he promised that he'd fill in the gaps and keep people safe...and it ended with Delight scarred and so many others dead. Never again. If they cause death, better to be because of their own choice rather than their own abdication.

32. If they could change one thing about themselves what would it be?

If they could rewrite parts of their past, they would, but as for who they are now...they'd not change anything, I think! They fought for who they are now, and they like that person, despite the pain in their history.

That being said, they would love to get the tadpole out of their head. They very nearly let Volo put a fucking icepick through their skull about it.

34. How well do they deal with grief?

Depends on the kind of grief. If a loved one died naturally, they would mourn and be miserable for a long time, but they'd be okay. If someone they loved was lost to them and it was their fault, then...well! Again, it would not be pretty!

35. Do they believe in fate or do they believe they are in charge of their own destiny?

It's not something they think about, honestly, though if you asked them they'd eventually come back with "We're inclined to follow fate, but we can always break free if we choose." Another person acting cruelly or leaving others to suffer or failing themselves while claiming it's fate and not worth fighting would just make them angry.

41. Do they learn from their mistakes?

Whether they learn the right lessons is up in the air, but generally speaking, yes!

42. Can they speak multiple languages? If yes which all do they speak and why?

Does talking to animals count?

In all seriousness, yes! They grew up in a very multicultural environment, lots of languages happening at once, so they got used to that. It helps a lot in all their traveling.

44. Who, if anyone, would they trust with their deepest secrets?

It takes a long time for Delight to be willing to share the grittier parts of their history, their secrets; they're deeply ashamed of some of it, and fear being judged. That being said, Wyll is the first in the gang they'd be willing to share with. Shadowheart, eventually, then Karlach.

I imagine by the end of the game, they'll be there with most if not all of the gang. But their...primary circle or whatever is Wyll-Shadowheart-Karlach, and they'll always be the closest.

46. Would they lie to get out of trouble?

Oh, absolutely. They lie all the time and are good at it! Being a hero is as much about know how to diffuse a problem as it is about killing people, and sometimes the best way to diffuse a problem is to tell a half-truth.

47. Would they lie to get someone else out of trouble? Even if they would have to take that someone else's place?

Even more absolutely. Put them in jail because Karlach got caught with the sticky fingers. That's fine by them. It'll be fun.

48. How likely are they to go on a quest for revenge?

For their own revenge? Not going to happen. Revenge for someone they love? Almost definitely.

50. What is your favorite thing about them?

I joked before I got the game that a lot of my main PCs in these games, especially my first playthru, end up following the same basic beats — and Delight isn't anything truly groundbreaking for me. But I've enjoyed developing them in the game and in my head and seeing the small differences, the little stuff that's new. They're good and they do the right thing, but it's interesting how it seems to me like it stems less from like....how do I word this.

They are morally upright and have a tough moral center. But they don't really care if their companions don't (though, no killing innocents on their watch) because while they do believe in their morals it's like...they don't think about them. They do the right thing because that's just what you do, and because the time they didn't lead to the biggest regret of their life, but there's like...no posturing or sense of superiority or even sense of "my way is right and yours is wrong." Again, this has limits, but it's interesting to rotate this character in my head who is extremely good but not in a way that has anything to do with like...actual steadfast beliefs, if that makes sense? It's fun!

#bg3 #delight #tagging u in this and forcing anyone in the bg3 tag 2 read abt my kid due 2 ur url #nonsense.

[lethalfragmentation]

FOAMING AT THE MOUTH. I DEMAND YOU TO GIVE ME YOUR HEADCANONS ON THE CHARACTERS FROM 斑紋胡蝶譚 (AND THE PREVIOUS 3 MUSIC VIDEOS) OR WHATEVER YOU WANNA SAY ABOUT THEM.

HI!!! I’m really glad to find someone who also appreciates this MV series, it definitely deserves more recognition!

Idk if I have too many specific thoughts on them but I’ll give it a shot!

Disclaimer: While the lyrics are very literal my understanding of Japanese is minimal, so for things that don’t have an EN translation I’ve been using Google Translate + going off things that JP fans on Twitter have mentioned about it (also using Google Translate…..OTL). If anything is inaccurate feel free to correct me!

I don’t think the characters formally have names (Bakui’s wavebox had multiple people asking but nothing was ever confirmed…?) so I’ll just refer to them by titles.

The Thief/Writer/Young Man: Headcanons… He gives me the impression of having a reserved and somewhat finicky personality even prior to his spiral into sin. For some reason he struck me as the kind of person to try to write a mystery novel, but since he ends up mired in the crime and underworld business that he once thought of for fiction, it eventually loses its charm and becomes the source of his writer’s block. Although the lyrics in 斑紋胡蝶譚 seem to indicate that he’s reached the end of the road, I like to think someone found some of his manuscripts once he fled and at least preserved them so they didn’t just end up in the trash… 

I’m also a little curious about the specifics regarding his family history since the songs drop hints here and there… In Romance in Full Bloom, he mentions that the heiress is out of his league and that he doesn’t know much about dancing and wine, and in Cheap Visionary, he’s obviously struggling financially, saying that the money that he took from his parents before leaving has dried up. But in 狂犬夜行譚 it looks like he was part of a wealthy family prior to his entanglement with his boss… maybe this is why he’s so good at keeping a mask and performing thievery? Also, it seems like his boss had a hold on those associated with the young man’s history, so I’m not sure if he’d been a target/accomplice the whole time or was just particularly unlucky.

^ I really like this shot for some reason... I think his forehead is a charm point lol

^ I also love this sequence in Cheap Visionary/狂犬夜行譚 a lot! The variations he rotates though are really fun and it's really effective at portraying his struggle with his sense of self

Unrelated but I think he and Narou (from For Dear Life) should meet since they both embody the struggling artist archetype haha

The Heiress/Young Woman: Despite growing up in such a stifled environment she gives me the impression of having an assertive and crafty personality when allowed to express it. Although it isn’t the first time someone has gotten close to her with the intention to steal her inheritance, it’s been a long while since she’s made the mistake of letting her guard down. The young man considers his soul stained from all the crimes he’s committed, but I feel like if they met again, she would be pretty understanding aside from forgiving him for stealing.

Also, it’s kind of subtle but she doesn’t seem at all surprised when she enters the dream in 斑紋胡蝶譚 unlike the young man, who seems a little disoriented to me (well, he did just kill a man). Maybe it’s because she’s used to dreaming and imagining scenarios to escape the current cage of her life...?

I'm glad she got a larger role in the series! Her design is really simple but cute... My post-MV cope is that the young man follows the railroad tracks to where the young woman's train is going, eventually meeting in real life and helping him change his identity/sponsoring his writing endeavors. He is similarly familiar with the workings of upper class dealings and how easily they can coexist with underworld business, so I think he could help her navigate affairs once she inherits the company from her family. At the very least, he would be able to alleviate the boredom by weaving the stories that were unable to escape his pen while he was selling his soul.

For some reason 御涙頂戴 by Miyuu/Teniwoha makes me think of them too… but it might be because they're close together on one of my playlists.

Random thoughts about the 斑紋胡蝶譚 MV:

Although it’s bittersweet, I think it’s a perfect place to end on. I’m not sure if Makabe-san has any more plans for this series, but I hope he and Bakui-san work together again in the future!

Nene’s vocals complement the dreamy mood and Makabe-san’s vocals so well! <3 I like the softer direction this song took compared to the previous three, which were high energy and chaotic.

The butterfly motif… people mentioned how butterflies are associated with the departed (especially given the lyrics), but I couldn’t help but think about how the use of dreams reminded of me Zhuangzi’s Butterfly Dream, esp in regards to the two characters’ regrets finally resolving despite not actually meeting in person 🥹

My favorite part is at 3:13 where the action has a rotoscoped feeling to it… it’s totally different from Bakui’s usual animation style which makes it more impactful to me! I love the color scheme as well, the limited color palette is reminiscent of the dream sequences in THINGS SO FAR and DIE IN THE SEA.

I was saying this earlier but this series is a really good showcase of Bakui-san’s growth as an animator/artist and I’m really glad Makabe-san lets them have a noticeable amount of freedom when handling the MVs…(me pointing at the first mural in 斑紋胡蝶譚: nunokami sighting ⁉️👆) 

Like... they’ve been trapped in the Nilfruits basement for part of this year (lol) and since he’s really popular there are probably stricter guidelines for the MVs and promo material? So it's nice they can exercise their own flair outside of their original works. I remember Bakui saying they like drawing characters’ angry faces the most, and it really looks like they had fun portraying the young man’s inner turmoil and the MVs in general for this series!

...I did not mean to write this much... But thanks for reading my disorganized thoughts, I hope they're to your liking :-]

If you have any headcanons/etc I'd love to hear them as well! Thank you for the ask! :'D

#certainly-nervous