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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 7 months

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Perfection

Self-Aware! Fyodor Dostoevsky x GN! Reader x Self-Aware! Nikolai Gogol

Description: A passing comment makes you feel terrible about yourself. Fyodor and Nikolai disagree.

Set between Surprise and Sick Day

Warning: OOC. Body Insecurity. Hateful thinking during eating. Rude comments. Reader have hateful thoughts about themselves. English is my second language.

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You were in one of the many fast food restaurants in your city. Today you have a movie night and need some snacks for that. You were waiting in line for your turn to make order. Meanwhile, you read the menu once again. Maybe, something new was added.

Movie night was time full of unhealthy food and different movies, starting with classic films and ending up with any trashy movie you could find.

Today you were going to watch a bunch of Halloween movies. "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown" and "Ghostbusters" with everyone. And, after kids go to bed, you will watch "Bram Stoker's Dracula" just to hear Bram's comments about vampires and "Nightmare on Elm Street".

You knew, that tonight's going to be fun.

"Hello, how may I help you?" asked the cashier. They looked a little bit interested in everything, that happened around. You smile.

"Hello. I will have seven big buckets of fried wings and five big french fries. Thank you."

You took money from your pocket and put them on the counter. You knew, how much you need to pay, it wasn't the first time you made the order.

Cashier's eyes widen. He looked at you from head to toes. He mumbles.

"I-It will be ready in a few minutes..."

The cashier disappeared behind the kitchen's door. You start waiting. You decide to have a better look at some pictures, that were on the wall.

While you were looking at them, you heard hashed voices coming from the kitchen.

"What? Seven buckets of fried wings and five big french fries? Won't they burst?" said an unfamiliar voice.

"They immediately took the right amount of money from their pocket. It looks like this is not the first time they have made this order. It's quite obvious, really. Just look at their... cheeks... hands... stomach... Look at their everything!" The cashier from earlier answered.

You saw his reflection in the window. He was pointing at you and making some gestures in the air. Like he was trying to draw a sphere in the air.

You became still. You tried to tell yourself, that their opinion shouldn't matter, that they just bored and thought that you were an easy target.

"They looked like a balloon. A barrel with lard!"

You grit your teeth. Will you two stop and give me my order?

Finally, they became bored and returned to the kitchen. In a few moments, you finally got your order.

You glare at the cashier, but didn't say anything. Soon you will be home, having a good time with your friends.

You stomped away from the restaurant, holding bags with food in your hands. For one moment, you saw your reflection in the restaurant's window.

Your... cheeks do look chubbier.... And arms...

You hurry to the car. Kunikida was waiting for you.

You put bags on the back sit and sat on the front passenger seat.

You were silent on your way home.

You were staring at your reflection in the car window.

Were your cheeks always that chubby?

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This evening was too cold for a summer evening.

So you decide to put on your jacket.

New jacket... That just month weeks ago was big to you.

New jacket, that now you could hardly put on you.

Small... It was small for you.

You decide, that you aren't that cold.

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The table in the living room were full of junk food.

Popcorn, nachos, tacos, chips, fried wings, french fries and soda drinks.

So tasty... So unhealthy...

...so much food, that will make you fatter...

The movie was on...

And each snack you ate felt like a rock in your stomach...

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After movie night was over, you locked yourself in your bedroom.

You take a better look at yourself in the mirror.

You have gained weight.

It was impossible, not to do it, while living with BSD Cast. Ivan was a good baker, Junchirou's cooking was amazing, Kenji could fry a steak better, than in any fancy restaurant, Kyouka's cooking make you want seconds, and it was impossible to say 'no' to food, that was cooked by Fyodor and Nikolai.

And how you can refuse to share snacks with Ranpo, or not have a tea party with Kirako and Naomi?

You decide to lose some weight... Do more exercises, then usual.

And ate less...

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You manage to skip breakfast.

You just said that you were too tired and want to sleep some more.

They didn't ask you any questions.

You manage to skip lunch.

You pretend to be sleeping. Still.

You were forced to have dinner.

You couldn't sleep all day.

You are dinner with everyone. For dinner, you had mushed potatoes and pork.

You ate some mushed potatoes...

...your hips will be even wider...

You ate some pork..

... your stomach soon will look like you swallowed a globe...

You were smiling and talking with Atsushi, discussing last news...

And ate... Ate... Ate...

...they were right, you are a barrel with lard...

It takes your everything not to make yourself vomit after the dinner. If you didn't lose weight...

... soon they will leave a fat ball like you...

Everything is going to be okay... More exercises and less food... It will help...

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For one week, you were trying to lose weight.

You train with Hunting Dogs even harder than before.

You didn't notice worried glances, that Teruko and Fukuchi cast at you. You didn't notice Jounou's attempts to make you rest. You didn't notice Tachihara's and Tetchou's hesitation, while they were exercising with you.

You didn't notice, that you looked less and less healthy.

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For one week, you skipped meals.

You find any excuse you could. Any reason you could find.

"I am not hungry" "Sorry, I need to finish something for my university" "I need to be somewhere right now, will have dinner in the city."

You choose to ignore worried glances.

You didn't manage to skip meals completely. You ate some fruits and vegetables every day. Not enough for a real meal.

You refused to have snacks with Ranpo. You choose to ignore, how hurt he looked, while hearing your 'no' for the third time in a week.

You refused to drink tea with Kirako and Naomi. You choose to ignore their questions, if they did something wrong.

You ignored, that you became more and more weaker.

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You were banned from going to the training area. Something about you needing some rest and stop overworking yourself.

You could protest, but Gide and Verlaine, who were guiding the entrance to the training area, didn't look even slightly interested in hearing your arguments.

You couldn't do anything, so you return home.

And you immediately were greeted by Nikolai and Fyodor. Kolya grinned.

"Hey, [Y/N], let's have some lunch! I made pampushky¹ and Fedya made borscht! You will like it!"

Borscht and pampushky...

... even more fat...

... what if, back in May, Fyodor only asked to cuddle with you, because you were fat and warm, and he was cold?...

You lick your lips and mumbles.

"I can't... I must go to the library... In university library..."

Fyodor and Nikolai stared at each other.

Fyodor spoke. His voice was soft.

"Myshonok... Today is Sunday."

You close your eyes. What reason... Any reason...

You opened your mouth, trying to say something else, when a small bun was carefully shoved into your mouth.

"Here, Birdy, try it.... Please, just eat something..." Nikolai's voice sounded pleading.

You want to spit it out. But you had no other choice, but chew.

Fat pig... Hideous creature... You can't even hold yourself together...

You swallowed.

Before you can say something else, a spoon was put into your mouth.

Borscht... Warm soup... With meat and cabbage...

And sour cream...

"Myshonok, you need to eat. Stop starving yourself." Fyodor's voice was firm.

You will gain more weight... Even more clothes won't fit you...

You swallowed.

You looked at Nikolai and Fyodor. Both of them looked happy, that you ate at least one pampushka and one spoon of borscht.

And you despised yourself.

Nikolai took a step closer to you. He put his hands on your shoulders.

"Was it good? I sure, it was. I will bring another one... Oh, and a bowl of Fyodor's borscht! Just let me..."

You didn't know, what made you do this, but you were so close to screaming at Nikolai for giving you bread. You want to hurt Fyodor for forcing you to eat soup with sour cream.

hurt them hurt them them them make them pay say that you hate Them say that you hate them hurt them HURT YOURSELF

SAY THAT YOU HATE THEM

You open your mouth...

...hate them for what? For being your friends? For sticking around? For spending time with you? For worrying about you?...

...When was the last time you ate? Have a full meal and not a piece of apple? When was the last time you spent time with others? Were you even talking to Hunting Dogs while training? Did you say 'hello' to them...

You let out a quiet sob.

And immediately were pressed against Fyodor's chest. He draped his coat over you.

"Коля, я сейчас пойду и поговорю с Мышонком. Пора докопаться до правды. Сможешь сделать так, чтобы нас не побеспокоили?²" Fyodor's voice was calm. His grip was strong. You heard Nikolai's voice.

"Я це зроблю. Вас ніхто не потурбує.³" He sounds... worried. He stepped closer to Fyodor and lift the coat.

"Please... I miss you..."

He softly rubbed his cheek against yours and stepped away.

Fyodor's coat were once again draped over you.

You didn't resist, when Fyodor start leading you somewhere.

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The door closes behind you.

Fyodor removed his coat.

Both of you were in your room.

Your breathing was hard.

Fyodor was just standing here. Looking at you.

He spoke first.

"Myshonok, what's going on? You haven't eaten for one week, you hardly talk to anyone. We are worried about you."

You didn't answer. You were just swallowing tears, that were running down your cheeks.

You feel Fyodor's breath on your ear.

"[Y/N], please, talk to me."

You finally found your voice.

You told him about cashiers. About your sweater. About your insecurities. About hating yourself for eating food. About wanting to hurt Kolya and him just moments ago.

When you finish talking, only your sobs were heard.

Fyodor carefully squeezed your shoulders.

"[Y/N], everything about you is perfect. You are perfect, both inside and outside."

Your eyes met with Fyodor's purple eyes. They were so soft, so full of hidden affection. His hands cupped your cheeks.

"You aren't disgusting. You should not change because of some random person comments. And you only hurt yourself. You were almost starving all this week, you stopped talking to any of us. You try to make as many exercises as Tetchou normally do!"

Fyodor put his face closer to yours.

"Please, don't hurt yourself. If you feel down, just came to any of us. We all love you and want you to be happy. And for me..."

He kissed your cheek.

"For me, you are nothing less, than a perfection."

His eyes were so warm. You sobbed and hide your face in his chest.

He was warm. His embrace was everything you need right now.

"I... I..." you can't form a full sentence. Fyodor whispered, petting your head.

"Shhh... It's okay... It's okay... It will be okay..."

Fyodor took a step back, without breaking the embrace. He opened the door. You hear footsteps.

Now you were hugged by Fyodor and Nikolai at the same time.

Now you were sure, that everything is going to be fine.

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After you calm down, Fyodor, Nikolai and you had lunch together. It's not only was tasty, but very filling.

Then you three had a movie marathon. You were nested between Fyodor and Nikolai. A large bowl of popcorn with butter, salt and caramel was placed on your lap. It was tasty.

You had dinner with everyone. They were so happy, seeing you again. You felt, how the rest of your worries and sadness disappeared.

But, the last of bit of your sadness truly disappeared, when you were laying on your bed, in a middle of Fyodor and Nikolai cuddle sandwich. Your head were laying on Nikolai's chest. Fyodor's face were pressed against the back of your head.

Before drifting to sleep, you feel, how Fyodor kissed you on the back of your neck.

And whispered.

"Ты само совершенство, [Т/И].⁴"

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1. Pampushky - a small savory or sweet yeast-raised bun or doughnut typical for Ukrainian cuisine.

2. Russian. "Kolya, I’ll go and talk to Baby mouse. It's time to get to the bottom of this. Can you make sure we won't be disturbed?

3. Ukrainian. "I will do it. No one will bother you."

4. Russian. "You are a true perfection, [Y/N]."

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yuikomoriemo · 3 months

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DIABOLIK LOVERS HEADCANONS PAGE 2

If the sakamakis/mukamis had TV as kids they'd definitely be watching cartoon network and MTv

Yui one time as revenge waxed laitos eyebrows-

Ayato caught yui watching TWILIGHT and started to act like Edward towards her-

During pride month the brothers take yui to pride but REIJI ACTS LIKE ONE OF THOSE ALLY MOMS 😭XD

Kanato is only scared of one thing...BATHS

One time yuma ate a raw egg when ruki refused to help him shop for more food since his garden crops couldn't handel the heat

Occasionally whenever Kou loses it he loves to smash a bottle on yumas head-

Reiji snuck out to a Malice Mizer concert once (Shu found out but never told anyone)

Kanato watches child's play-

Karl- he is better than reiji with phones

One time kous fans picked on yui that resulted in kou actually making his fans scared of him-

Shu thinks all vampire movies except for "Interview with a Vampire" and "Dracula" are bullshit

(Canon)Yuma devours more than someone's blood-

One time when Laito and Kou were watching desperate housewives laito did what Orson did to bree and put sleeping pills in his drink WHICH RESULTED IN HIM PASSING OUT ON STAGE DURING A CONCERT

Kanatos committed more than murder

Genderbend headcanon- male cordelia would treat the triplets better and cordelia would've loved to have girls instead

Yui used to get picked on by other church girls-

On Halloween reiji gives trick or treaters toothpaste-

Yui would be a nervous vampire-

Actors au: Shu and reiji would be besties irl and ayato would be so clingy to yui and laito cringes during bloopers-

Kou once suprised a fan on their birthday-

Actors au again- laito would have the most frequent bloopers

AYATO...HAS MADE A FANFICTION-

yuis favourite music artist is lady gaga-

Cordelia if she was more verbally abusive would be one of those 1930s mothers when their husband isn't home from work-

I think christa would have been better off with a lobotomy instead of suffering and if she did get one subaru most likely would cry after leaving her during a visit.

Yui went to prom and purposely dressed as CARRIE thanks to kanato

Reiji and Ruki argue about politics-

One time Reiji scolded kanato for 4 hours because he couldn't answer 6 times 3-

Kou grade average is A+(or grade 6-9 in the UK) thanks to rukis painful tutor sessions.

Ayato once went to the school Councillor and by the end the Councillor had to go to a therapist and the THERAPIST HAD TO GO TO ANOTHER THERAPIST AND THE OTHER THERAPIST HAD TO- you get the picture.

Another actors Au thing, During one of the bite scenes with reiji he actually bit yui hard by accident and became a sobbing mess with yui just laughing trying to comfort him 😭😭.

If the sakamakis played smash or pass with the mukamis the only one with the most passes is ruki and yuma (because shu "killed" his brothers for saying smash to yuma-)

Yuma 100% has a southern accent COME ON COWBOY YUMA IS CANON

One time ayato accidentally blasted cupcake(...GULP GULP GULP CUPCAKE-) when reiji was hosting something-

Subaru draws pictures or takes photos of the now modern world for Christmas as a gift and a sorry that she can't live in it..*SOBS*.

@yuma-mukami-garden-god @notdiabolika @diabolikpersonals

#diabolik lovers #anime and manga #kanato sakamaki #kou mukami #yuma mukami #ayato sakamaki #azusa mukami #reiji sakamaki #laito sakamaki #diabolik lovers ask blog #diabolik lovers headcanons

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enchantedbarnes · 1 year

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Uncle Buck • Part 4

Misterwives

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Single Aunt!Reader

Summary: Your nephew Benji overhears a conversation. Not liking what he's hearing, he takes matters into his own hands.

Word Count: 3.9k

Masterlist: One | Two | Three | Four | Five

A/N: Sheeeeeesh. This one's longer than the other parts. Take this as my Happy New Years! treat I guess haha. Pt 1 just passed 4k notes and my mind is absolutely blown.

Everybody thank @kilikina34512 for our latest Benji hijinx 😏 Enjoy! and thanks again for all the love 🫶🥰

Bucky joined both of you at "The Screamery" that following day. A themed ice cream shop you and Benji both love that is decked out in classic horror movies.

Benji ate what seemed like his weight in ice cream. You caved and bought him a banana split sundae which Dracula dropped off at your table in a sundae boat the size of Benji's head. Strawberry syrup was drizzled on top to look like blood and a fake candy eyeball took the place of the cherry on top. You knew it would be too much for him to eat all of it, but figured you can always bring the leftovers home.

Benji pointed out all the memorabilia around to Bucky, filling him in on both his personal favorites and yours.

After arriving back at the house, Bucky stuck around for a cup of coffee and this was the point where you royally fucked up.

It's now a few days after, reaching midweek.

"We've decided we're just going to be friends," you explained to Nora as you sat on your bed.

"What?? Why? Was this his decision or yours?" Nora stood in front of you with her hands on her hips.

"Well, both..? I think…"

"You think??"

"He didn't disagree."

"Y/N! Of course he didn't disagree if you decided you didn't want to be with him."

"It's not that I don't want to be with him. I do really like him. He has been nothing but super sweet and kind with our insanity."

"Yeah, it's always a real bummer when a super hot guy brings you flowers and enjoys hanging out with you and your family," Nora rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, I get it. I'm an idiot, okay?"

"Why are you self-destructing? I've seen the smile he gives you, are you kidding me? Smitten. Same goes for you."

"I don't know! I panicked. Holidays are coming up soon. I didn't want to drag him into more nonsense than we already have. We've probably been way over the top and too much for him to want to deal with. We practically kidnapped the guy over the weekend," you ramble on, "Plus what you said with the whole super hot thing. Like come on, how are those cheekbones and that jawline-"

"The eyes."

"The eyes! How is he even real? It's ridiculous."

"No, you're ridiculous. Please explain how the conversation happened, did he tell you this was too much?"

"Well, no…not exactly. We were just talking and my brain kind of went into this red alert mode and I started rambling like an idiot about how nice it has been hanging out and I vaguely remember saying something along the lines that we make a great couple of friends."

"Couple of friends?! Are you for real right now? Did you hit your head and not tell us? What the hell is wrong with you!"

"UGH!" you shout while slamming a pillow over your face.

Benji overhears the conversation from the hallway and shakes his head. Making sure both his mom and aunt were distracted with their conversation he grabs his hat and gloves, putting them on and then grabbing his jacket and tossing that on as well.

He does one more look back when he gets to the front door and quietly makes his way out, closing the door at a glacial speed so no noise would be detected.

Bucky was seated next to Sam at a local bar, beer in hand. Bucky explains what happened last with Y/n.

"I don't blame her for not being interested in me."

"C'mon man, that can't be it. You couldn't shut up about the great time you had bowling with her and how awesome her family and friends were. I was expecting a wedding invitation in the mail by now."

"Now you sound like the small one."

"Love that kid. He really is something else. I hope there's a video out there of him asking you to marry Y/n at that event. That was the best thing I've seen in years. Oh! Maybe I should give him my address so he knows where to mail my invitation," he grins, "We could also play the clip at your wedding."

Bucky glares over at him.

"Who am I kidding, your glare is right. He probably already knows my address. Y'think the kids gonna take this news of you just being friends well?" Sam asks.

Bucky's phone buzzes in his pocket. Pulling it out the screen lights up alerting a new call, listing an incoming call from NYPD.

What could the NYPD want? "Um, I'll be right back, I'm just gonna go-" he holds the phone up slightly and points towards the exit.

He answers as he walks to a quieter area, "Hello?"

"Hello, is this Sergeant Barnes?"

"Yes, is there something I can help with…?"

"We have a Benjamin Barnes here, he was found at Chestnut Park when he approached one of our officers. He said he got separated in a crowd and asked us to call you. Is this your nephew?"

"Yup," Bucky sighs, "That's my nephew, alright. Is his mom or aunt not with him?"

"No, sir. We checked the surrounding area but he wasn't able to spot them. Your phone number was the only one he could remember. Are you nearby to come collect him, or do you have an address we can bring him to? He wasn't sure what his address was either."

How convenient he didn't know his address or mom's phone number, but could probably rattle off all 50 states with their capitals if you asked him.

"I can come and get him."

"Officer Mills is with him now, they are near the east entrance of the park."

"Thanks." Bucky shook his head as he disconnected the call. Walking back over to the bar quickly to close his tab, "I gotta go," he tells Sam as he places cash on the bar.

"What's up? You need some help?"

"Small ones at it again, he must have heard something. Just got a call that my nephew, Benjamin Barnes, is at the park right now. He conveniently got separated from his mom and my phone number was the only one he knows," he answers with a knowing look.

"This kid deserves an award. Please can I come? I'm begging. I need to see this for myself."

"No." Bucky rolls his eyes, starting to walk out without another word. He holds his arm up to flag a cab.

Sam quickly tosses his own cash down and grabs his jacket, running to catch up with the super soldier.

"Are you going to call Y/n?" Sam asks as he finishes adjusting his jacket after he finally catches up.

"No, Sam. I thought I'd collect the kid and take him in as my own," he answers sarcastically, opening the door to the cab as it stopped in front of him.

"Well, he would probably be an excellent member of the team."

"We are not a team."

"Whatever you say, blue steel," Sam quickly opens the other side and slips in.

Once they're close enough Bucky spots Benji next to a hot dog vendor, chatting with the officer. Benji looks over and spots the two approaching through the crowd.

"Uncle Bucky!" He grins, looking over at the officer that was waiting with him, "My uncle is here, Officer Mills," he announces while pointing over at Bucky.

"Sorry for any trouble this might have caused. Thanks for having someone call and waiting with him," Bucky shakes the officer's hand.

"No problem, Sergeant Barnes. Glad to help. I was surprised when he said you were his uncle. Maybe you guys should start workin' on teachin' this guy his address and stickin' with his guardians in a crowd," Officer Mills instructs, looking down at Benji at the last part.

"Absolutely, I'm certain his parents will have a lot to say," Bucky answers, also giving Benji a pointed look.

After the officer walks away wishing them a good evening Bucky pulls out his phone.

"Alright, nephew, where is your mom?"

"She's at home…"

"And why are you not at home with her?"

"I thought it was a nice day for a walk…"

"Uh huh. Does she know you're out for a casual stroll on your own right now?"

"...Not so much…"

Bucky shakes his head and starts to open the contacts in his phone.

"Does anyone know you're out here?"

It was Benji's turn to shake his head.

Sam sits down against the ledge of the wall next to Benji. "You can't be out here walking by yourself, little man."

Bucky goes to tap on your contact, his eyebrow raising when he notices your name now seems to be under "Future Y/n Barnes 💌" with a photo of you laughing while eating ice cream he doesn't recall taking. He looks up at Benji with an eyebrow still raised.

Holding the phone up to his ear, it rings a few times before going to voicemail.

Bucky glares at the phone. He's about to start a text when the phone starts buzzing, "Future Y/n Barnes 💌" pops up on the screen with the ice cream shop photo on full display now.

"Hello, Y/n."

"Hey, Bucky…Sorry I just missed your call. What's up?"

"Do you happen to know where Benji is at the moment?"

"He's been in his room for a while, why do you ask?"

"You sure about that?" He questions while looking over at the roughly 4'2" boy in front of him that is currently in an animated conversation with Sam.

"Well, I was until you asked me that…his room has been blasting Party Rock Anthem for maybe half an hour now, but as far as I know he was in th-" Bucky hears loud music suddenly playing from your end and Y/n mutters a Benjamin under her breath, "Please tell me you have him."

"Well, not sure if he's achieved a cloning system, but I certainly have a close look-alike standing in front of me right now."

"That little punk... I'm so sorry, Bucky. Where are you? I'll come get him," he can hear you starting to rush around as the music shuts off.

"We can come to you, we're not far. We should be there in a few minutes."

"Thank you so much, Bucky. I really really appreciate it. I should probably go tell Nora her spawn escaped. Damnit, she's going to flip her lid… I'll see you soon."

"Tell her he's fine. Sam is with us too, we'll see you soon."

Bucky hangs up and joins the pair, "Alright, pal. We're dropping you back home. Your Aunt Y/n is expecting us now, and she's telling your mom about your Houdini act."

Benji's shoulders slump, "Do we have to?"

"Well, you kind of live there, and you're 8 years old. You can't be walking around by yourself. Especially without telling anyone. It's too dangerous out here by yourself, bud."

"I know, but I really needed to talk to you."

"What was so important you had to pull this stunt? You know my phone number," Bucky fixes another look at him while crossing his arms which sparks a small giggle from the boy.

"My tablet was charging and I didn't have a phone available.. I heard Aunt Y/n talking to my mom," he starts to explain looking ahead of them as they start their walk back.

"Okay?"

"Please don't give up on, Aunt Y/n."

"Not sure what you heard, pal? But we're still friends?"

"Friends is so lame! She didn't mean it. She said she panicked, but she really likes you. Even mentioned how um, handsome you were," he adjusts his answer with a side eye, "Also, she was worried we were too much for you. You don't think we're too much, do you?" He looks up at Bucky with a pout fully engaged.

"Well, Benjamin Barnes," he jokes, "I can't say you've been flying low under the radar here, pal. You certainly know how to make a statement," he ruffles his hair and puts his arm around his shoulders as they continue their walk.

Sam laughs and offers a fist bump to Benji.

Bucky continues, "But no, I wouldn't say you've all been too much. Just an adjustment. A nice one," he adds.

"You've managed to make robo-buck over here smile more than I've seen since I've known him," Sam comments. "Did you know when I met him, he ripped the steering wheel right out my car from my hands? Punched right through the windshield," Sam makes hand gestures to go along with the story. He and Bucky both glare at each other, Sam's has a smirk to his however.

"Whoa!" Benji shouts, "Can we try that with the car over there?! I wanna see!!"

Bucky huffs and pulls Benji along.

"Ignore everything Samuel says. Pretend he's not even here. I know I certainly do," Bucky mutters at the end.

"I was talking to.." Benji pauses, "Prudence.. about reincarnation. She says you knew Y/n in another life, but you never got together in that life, so your hearts are like puzzles with missing pieces and when you get together the puzzle will be complete. I know this because I'm younger and pure, so I'm more in touch with cosmic forces."

"Wait, puzzles, cosmic forces… Why does that sound familiar?" Sam asks, squinting ahead in thought.

"BENJAMIN DAVID RUSSELL!"

"Dang, full government name. Nice knowing you kid," Sam lets out a low whistle.

They were still about 5 houses back, the front steps to their destination visible up ahead. Nora stood outside their doorway with her arms crossed.

"Get your scrawny butt in here, right now!" Nora points to the door.

"Farewell fellas, it was nice knowin' ya," Benji sends a salute and a wave to the pair as he slowly walks the rest of the way ahead of them.

"Inside, let's go," Nora instructs, "Straight to your room. You'll notice your speakers are no longer in there and the door is left open, keep it that way."

"But mom!"

"Nope, I don't want to hear it right now. Inside, move it."

Benji disappears inside and up the stairs.

"Thank you so much for bringing him home," Nora greets Bucky with a tight hug.

"Hi, I'm Nora," she introduces herself to Sam, "Thank you so much, truly I appreciate it," she pulls Sam into a hug as well.

"Great meeting you, big fan of your kid. Probably not what you want to hear right now though."

"Ha. Yeah, never a dull moment around here. Please come in and join us for dinner. We have some lasagna that's about to come out of the oven. It's the absolute least I can do to thank you both. You can fill me in on what scheme he pulled this time."

"Oh, we wouldn'–"

Sam cuts Bucky off, "We would love to!" He slaps Bucky on the back and then gives him a slight shove forward towards the doorway.

Y/n hears more voices and walks into the living room from the kitchen to join them as they file in through the front door. Following the same steps Nora had done previously, you greet Bucky and Sam with a hug while thanking them.

"Food should be ready in about 10 minutes. You guys wanna grab a seat in the kitchen? I'll grab some drinks. Theo should be here any second, you can fill us in on the latest shenanigan," Nora sighs walking over towards the fridge.

"I need more stories on this kid. Has he always been like this? I'm a little offended he didn't ask me to be his uncle," Sam jokes following Nora into the kitchen.

Bucky looks over at you.

"Hi…" you offer a small wave.

"Hi," he smirks back.

"Should I be worried about what has come out of his mouth this time?"

His smirk stays as he places a quick kiss to your cheek and walks into the kitchen without further comment.

Your eyes widen, "Wait, where are you going?? Bucky! What did he say??"

The adults all sat at the kitchen table.

Theo arrived home right as Bucky started his explanation of getting a call from the NYPD to collect his nephew.

"I spoke to him quickly before I went to talk to Y/n earlier. I should have known something was up after the 5th Party Rock loop. It just kept going. I assumed he was working on a dance routine or something," Nora looked over to Theo.

"Never trust Party Rock Anthem," Theo shook his head solemnly.

"Party Rock was not in the house tonight," she answers with a deadpan tone.

"Everybody just wants a good time," Theo continues while standing up, "but he's definitely gon' make us lose our minds.."

"We just wanna see you - shake that," Nora points over at him.

"Ev'ry day I'm shuff-shufflin'." Theo dances over to the staircase, "Prisoner number 6-2-4, your gruel is ready!" He shouts up the stairway.

Benji speeds his way down, "Hiya Dad, how was your day? You're looking great today. New shirt?"

"Wow, only butt-kissing level 5? You've done better than that. Let's go, menace." He walks back into the kitchen

"It's wild here and I love it. Hey Buck, we could be brother-husbands! …Misterwives? Co-husbands??" Bucky glares at him, "We can workshop it later," Sam sends him a wink with a nudge.

Nora laughs while your cheeks heat up across from them.

"Can I show Bucky something upstairs?" Benji asks as everyone cleans up from dinner.

"In your room?" Nora asks, suspicious of more shenanigans.

"Uh, yeah…? Please! It'll be quick."

Benji grabs Bucky's hand and leads him up the stairs.

"This is my room," he points towards the open doorway leading to his room as they walk by, "but this is what I wanted to show you," he opens a door at the end of the hallway that leads to another set of stairs going up to the attic space.

"Ta-daaa!" Benji flips the switch at the top of the stairs, turning on the soft string lights set up around the room. A blanket fort with lights was set up surrounding the large plush sofa, various pillows and piles of soft and fluffy blankets scattered along both the sofa and the floor in front of it. Fake candles and lanterns dotted around the area. A large stack of movies rests on the floor next to an empty bowl labeled "popcorn" and a dusty bottle of wine.

A large projector screen was set up across from the sofa fort with lights also surrounding it, and in the middle was a projector on top of a tripod facing the screen.

"This is our movie hang out room. I made some additions to it. You and Aunt Y/n should have a movie night!" He grins up at the stunned brunette.

"Pal, this is… wow.. This is a really cool setup you have here..."

Two sets of footsteps joining them can be heard, "Benjamin if I come up here and you have Bucky locked up or something, I swear- whoa," you stop short and look around, "What's all this??"

"A movie night for you and Bucky!" Benji bounces up and down, arms out wide.

"What the shiiii-zz," Sam corrects himself in present company, "This is incredible. Now I'm really doubling down on misterwives. Does that popcorn machine over in the corner work??"

After a heavy back and forth debate, Benji somehow convinced Bucky to stay for a movie and Sam to come back another night for the next family movie marathon.

Benji had grabbed Sam's sleeve and tugged him to follow back downstairs.

"Will you sign my Captain America car Bucky got me? What's your favorite kind of car? Do you have a car or do you just use your wings? Can I see redwing next time??"

"Good luck, Sam!" You called down to him.

"Night lovebirds!"

You look over at Bucky, "I'm sorry for self-destructing the other night… I didn't want to overload you. There's been a lot of schemes by an 8 year old going on," you motion around you.

"Well, friend," he gives you a cheeky look, "with how hard Benji has been working on his schemes, your avoidance skills have been understandable. I don't blame you for not wanting to be with some well past his time grump like me that has a questionable history an-"

"That's not what I meant. I just wanted you to have your own choice in all of this. I know how persuasive that little punk can be. I feel bad we've essentially kidnapped you multiple times now."

"Not exactly kidnapping if I've been willingly showing up. I'll let you in on a secret though. When we walked out at the start of that event, I noticed both of you before Benji even walked up to ask his question. Benji was fidgeting, tugging at your sleeve and you- and your hair," he chuckles, tugging at a rogue brightly colored curl, "caught my attention almost immediately. Something was already pulling me to both of you before the schemes even began and I'm honored for whatever crazy reason it brought me here."

You hold your pinky up, "Promise you'll tell us if the crazy gets to be too much?"

He hooks his pinky around yours and tugs you in, his lips brushing against yours. You eagerly return his kiss, pushing up on your toes slightly to better reach.

Bucky pulls back and smirks, "Do your worst."

"Don't let him hear you say that," you laugh pulling him back in.

You both moved to the sofa as you looked over the stack of movies Benji set aside, "Of course…such a punk."

"What?" Bucky asks, trying to see the titles you were looking at.

"I really should have seen this one coming. There seems to be a theme going on here with his selections for us," you turn the stack towards him.

The Princess Bride,

Arsenic and Old Lace,

The Wedding Singer,

Corpse Bride,

My Big Fat Greek Wedding,

The Proposal,

Just Married,

The Wedding Planner,

27 Dresses,

Bride of Chucky,

and Shrek.

"Arsenic and Old Lace? Is this a wedding movie too?"

"Kind of? It starts with a couple from Brooklyn eloping at city hall. Mostly it's about two older aunts poisoning men and shoving them in their window seat…Fun times. The back says it's from 1944, have you heard of it?"

He shakes his head, "I shipped out in '43."

"Right. Well, one of my favorite lines from it is highly relatable. He goes I probably should have told you this before, but insanity runs in my family…it practically gallops. I should print that on a custom welcome mat for our front door," you laugh.

He holds up Shrek next, "and this one with the green guy…?"

"I actually think you'll enjoy the friendship between Shrek and Donkey in that one. Their banter reminds me of another pair you may know," you give him a side eye glance.

"He's friends with a donkey? What is the green guy supposed to be? He doesn't marry the donkey, right?"

"Yup, we're watching this one. Pass the popcorn bowl, pleease. I'll go fill it." You grin as you kiss his cheek.

(😉🧩❤️ did you catch the reference? ☝️)

If you have any diabolical ideas, my asks are open. If it sparks an idea you just might get lucky to see more 😏

Thanks again for your submission @kilikina34512 🥰

"I’m so in love already with Benji! I could see this boy somehow getting lost at the park and telling a police officer, “Can you call my Uncle instead of my mom? He’s the Winter Soldier!” and having Bucky come get him just to keep from getting in trouble with his mom! 😂"

Next: Part 5 Meddlingpunkitis

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adarafaelbarba · 8 months

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Prompt req with Barba and reader pls: 🎃 “Leave some candy for the kids!” from the spooky prompt list I reblogged.

“Don’t buy the best candy for the kids and I won’t eat any of it then”, he said with a smirk on his lips. Rafael’s entire face was lit up with mischief.

“You and your sweet tooth Rafael!” It wasn’t meant to hurt. But he still gave you the fake hurt expression on his face. The kind that made you want to kiss him until neither could breathe.

Which is just what you started doing when there was a knock on the door.

“Trick or treat!!” Two of the kids from further down in the apartment building cried out as you opened the door.

“What great costumes! Almost thought you guys were the real deal.” They giggled at that holding out their bucket for treats, which Rafael gave them.

After the sweets were all gone you went to hang a note on the door with “Dracula ate the last chocolate bar” before going back to cuddle with Rafael on the couch for the rest of the night. Both promptly falling asleep not too long after.

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rxttingb0y · 3 months

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Redrew twobit :3

And some headcannons for him:

• He has ate rocks,crayons,bugs and his own homwork

• he definitely was one of those kids that put forks in outlets

• shoved a marble in his ear and cried when he couldn’t pop it out

• when his little sister was just born he most definitely tried selling her on eBay at least once

• he shoved pencils in his mouth and said hes dracula more than once

• he is always putting his clothes on backwards,upside or just straight up forget to put them on

• shoves worms in his pockets

(Thats all for now)

#the outsiders fanart #the outsiders #kid au #the outsiders kid au #two bit mathews

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avatarofthewhateverthefuck · 1 year

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It's getting hard thinking about new taglines... I guess intimate facts about you and your life based on what entity you wish to consume you the most!

Today we have one of my favourites: The Corruption!

Liked one too many posts about wanting to lay down in the forest and decay

Probably had a worm jar as a kid

Still rescue worms from the sidewalk

You carry bugs out of your room instead of squashing them

Remember that one guy from Dracula who ate bugs?

You enjoy Franz Kafka (once again, bugs)

You’ve considered studying a really obscure field for pretty long time, but you know you wouldn't make any money off it

You enjoy fanfiction with vaguely toxic relationship dynamics (no proships, just very vaguely unhealthy)

I feel like you consider mud a very nice texture

You're favourite party game is Werewolve (or Mafia, whatever works for you)

#magnus archives #magnuspod #tma avatars #the corruption #worm time babey

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foxydivaxx · 1 year

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Even even more Jojo Actor AU

-Giorno wants to launch a musical career. He has gotten offers from various record labels as he has a YouTube channel that has him singing covers of some well-known songs and everyone agrees that he is an amazing performer. He is recording an album at the moment

- The Villain Club have a YouTube series called Villain Club Fiesta which shows then doing things they want to try like cool a particular dish or skydiving

- Jotaro has a massive cologne collection that rivals Dio’s

- Dio is a brand ambassador for Gucci as well

- Maria cooks lasagna for the cast on Fridays. Everyone loves her lasagna plus she launched a best-selling cookbook

- Kakyoin hosts red carpet events and he loves it because he loves fashion

- Jolyne initially wanted to be either a professional basketball player or a dancer before she joined the Jojo family

- Jolyne is part Egyptian as her mum is Egyptian

- Her mum is a close friend of Jotaro’s and passed away after a battle with crevice cancer

- Giorno is the fashion King of the Jojo cast. Everyone agrees that he has the best drip which is why many fashion brands want him to be their brand ambassador

-Eren said that Giorno can give him a good run for his money as far as dancing is concerned. He also praised his voice and has done a duet with him which is on YouTube

- Jolyne cosplayed as Ahri for Halloween. Ahri fell in love with her outfit and complimented her online. They are now friends

- When Dio heard what Levi did to Eren, he went full on Mudad mode and beat the shit out of Levi for maltreating Eren

- Eren lost both of his parents around the time of Season 4 and ever since then, Dio has become his surrogate dad and Erina acts his mum

- Jonathan was furious when he learned about the toxic unsafe set that Attack on Titan had and spoke harsh words to Pixis the producer about it

- Aogiri always visit the set to hang out with the gang and also see what goes on. They do not reveal any spoilers which is a good thing xD

- Jolyne, Josuke and Giorno dressed up as their dads. Jonathan was an emotional wreck because it was so cute

- Jonathan also produced Full Metal Alchemist, Bleach and Rurouni Kenshin

- There was a time Bruno was so sick that he just kept puking. He was rushed to the hospital and they discovered he got food poisoning from some snacks he ate at home

- Dio was born in Italy but raised in England and speaks fluent Italian. Diego and the Brando kids as well

- Kars has an Instagram account where they do makeup tutorials. He even has a makeup line

- The Pillar Men always purposely mess up their lines just to make everyone laugh

- Jonathan got the idea for Jojo’s after watching Dracula one night

- Each Jojo series is based off on a movie Jonathan watched

- Dio hated his fangs because it was difficult to eat with them. Same applies to other vampire characters

- Dio was on set when they filmed the 7-page Muda scene. He was cheering Giorno on like the proud Mudad that he was. When Giorno did his Wrryyy. Dio shed tears of joy and after filming wrapped up, he hugged his son and told him how proud he was

- The entire cast and crew were hyped up for that scene

- The 7 page Muda was shot in one take due to budget costs yet it came out flawlessly

#jojo's bizarre adventure #dio brando #jonathan joestar #giorno giovanna #jolyne cujoh #jotaro kujo #joseph joestar #erina pendleton #Maria jjba #kars #pillar men #eren yeager #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #eren jaeger #aot #snk #league of legends #ahri

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May 8 - Dracula 2023

I worried at the beginning of this travelogue that I had rambled too much, but now I’m glad I went into so much detail about everything. This place is deeply unsettling, it and every being inside. I wish I were gone, or I’d never have come; that I’d listened to the front desk people, or had been able to have gone with that bus driver that did his best to keep me from this place.

I know that this sudden change to a nocturnal existence, completely unconnected and away from anything, is wearing on me, but I’d love if that were the only problem. If I could talk to anyone, even just through text, that would be one thing. There isn’t a single living soul to talk to, though – and I include the Count in that. I know I’m going to sound completely insane to anyone who reads this, including myself, if I don’t explain this very directly. Here are the facts:

I didn’t sleep long… maybe three or four hours after dawn when I just couldn’t sleep anymore. I’d set up my phone to shave with, like before, when suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and heard “Good morning.” The Count’s voice. I jumped; I hadn’t heard him come in at all, and the phone’s camera should have shown him behind me. His hand on my shoulder or coming down to it at least. Even now, as I glanced between him and the phone, there was no sign of him – only me and the room behind me. I had cut myself slightly when I jumped. I finally noticed when I saw the blood starting to flow down my chin as I looked in the screen, trying to find him as my uneasiness grew. I turned around to head to my bag and grab a plaster for it, but when I did… When the Count saw my face, it seemed to fill him with some kid of wild fury, and he grabbed for my throat. I jolted back, and his fingers hit the chain of the crucifix I still wore. All at once, the fury vanished, his expression changing so quickly it was like a film skip in real life, like it was never there.

“Take care. Take care how you cut yourself. It is more dangerous than you think in this country.” His eyes lighted on my phone. “And this is the wretched thing that has done the mischief. It is a foul bauble of man’s vanity. Away with it!”

He threw it out the window. He threw my phone out the window, and it shattered into a million pieces on the stone courtyard below. Then he left without a word. Once he was gone, I rushed over to the window to try and see the damage.

It was shattered, completely salvageable. My texts back and forth with Mina and Lucy and my friends that I read for comfort in this place at times. My photos. My one way of being able to tell where this castle is. All of that completely gone. At least the photos I had transferred to the computer, but that was little comfort.

I went straight past the breakfast laid out – once again, only for myself, as I have yet to see the Count eat or drink – and left my rooms, heading into the great hallway we had traveled when I first arrived and to the stairs. I found a room facing south, with a sweeping view of the region. It was a sea of green trees, interrupted intermittently with chasms and streams winding through gorges in the valley. The castle’s position of a sheer, terrible precipice allowed a panoramic viewpoint.

Perhaps I would have found it beautiful under any other circumstances. Instead, I left, and checked as many other doors as I had access to from the hallway. It seemed like there were a hundred of them – a castle filled with doors, all locked and bolted. The only available exit were the windows.

I am a prisoner, and my prison is a liminal space of stone walls and locked doors.

That realization sent a wild feeling through me that drove me to run up and down the stairs, checking all the doors and windows. The weight of helplessness overcame me soon enough, though. Once it did, I headed back up to my room to sit down quietly – as quietly as I’ve ever done anything in my life – and think about what to do now. I also ate some of the breakfast laid out. Better to think with some energy after everything.

I’m still thinking about it. The only think I know for sure is that I shouldn’t tell the Count my thoughts. He’s the architect of my imprisonment, after all, so he knows perfectly well I’m trapped. Whatever his reasons for doing it, there’s nothing to be be gained by talking to him – he would lie about it, certainly. For now, I’ll keep my thoughts to myself, play the good and naive guests, and keep my eyes and ears open. Either I’m being deceived by my own fears, or I am in dire straits, and will need every resource I have to survive. I’ll also have to make sure the Count doesn’t get rid of anything else important while I’m away. I’m going to start keeping these records on a thumb drive, just in case he decides my laptop is a “a foul bauble of man’s vanity”, too.

I had hardly settled on that when I heard the door below shut, and when he didn’t come immediately to the library, I slipped over to the door of my room, and found him making the bed. When I heard clinking, I spotted him through a gap between the wall and hinges dealing with the food. It’s as I suspected – there’s no housekeeper here or anything like that. No coachman, then, either, which is making everything I’ve seen fall into place in unpleasant ways.

He could control wolves with a wave of his hand. The gifts I got from so many people – the crucifix from the front desk attendant, and the garlic, wild rose, and mountain ash from the people on the bus. The rush of the bus driver, and his effort to get us to Bucovina. Bless him, and the woman who gifted me the crucifix. The latter has been an enormous help in calming my mind during all this. I don’t know if it’s just that it fills me with more memories of kind people, or if it’s something about the thing itself, considering how he reacted to it? I may have to sort that out eventually.

In the mean time, maybe I can do a bit of information gathering tonight. If I can get Count Dracula to talk about himself without making him suspicious, it may end up being useful.

Midnight – The Count did indeed come to talk as usual, and it ended up being a long conversation. I started off with Transylvanian history, and he warmed right up to the subject. In regard to things, people, and battles – especially those – he seemed like he was speaking from personal experience. He followed up with talk about how as a boyar, the pride of his house and name is his pride, their glory is his glory, their fate is his fate, etc. He used the royal we in all of it. Whatever else I may think, it was fascinating. He did become very animate, pulling at his big mustache and picking up or grasping random items as if contemplating whether to crush them in his grip.

There was one thing he said that stood out, and I’ll try to record it here as exactly as I can:

“We Szekelys have a right to be proud, for in our veins flows the blood of many brave races who fought as the lion fights, for lordship. Here, in the whirlpool of European races, the Ugric tribe bore down from Iceland the fighting spirit which Thor and Wodin gave them, which their Berserkers displayed to such fell intent on the seaboards of Europe, ay, and of Asia and Africa too, till the peoples thought that the werewolves themselves had come. Here, too, when they came, they found the Huns, whose warlike fury had swept the earth like a living flame, till the dying peoples held that in their veins ran the blood of those old witches, who, expelled from Scythia had mated with the devils in the desert. Fools, fools! What devil or what witch was ever so great as Attila, whose blood is in these veins?” He held up his arms. “Is it a wonder that we were a conquering race; that we were proud; that when the Magyar, the Lombard, the Avar, the Bulgar, or the Turk poured his thousands on our frontiers, we drove them back? Is it strange that when Arpad and his legions swept through the Hungarian fatherland he found us here when he reached the frontier; that the Honfoglalas was completed there? And when the Hungarian flood swept eastward, the Szekelys were claimed as kindred by the victorious Magyars, and to us for centuries was trusted the guarding of the frontier of Turkey-land; ay, and more than that, endless duty of the frontier guard, for, as the Turks say, ‘water sleeps, and enemy is sleepless.’ Who more gladly than we throughout the Four Nations received the ‘bloody sword,’ or at its warlike call flocked quicker to the standard of the King? When was redeemed that great shame of my nation, the shame of Cassova, when the flags of the Wallach and the Magyar went down beneath the Crescent? Who was it but one of my own race who as Voivode crossed the Danube and beat the Turk on his own ground? This was a Dracula indeed! Woe was it that his own unworthy brother, when he had fallen, sold his people to the Turk and brought the shame of slavery on them! Was it not this Dracula, indeed, who inspired that other of his race who in a later age again and again brought his forces over the great river into Turkey-land; who, when he was beaten back, came again, and again, and again, though he had to come alone from the bloody field where his troops were being slaughtered, since he knew that he alone could ultimately triumph! They said that he thought only of himself. Bah! what good are peasants without a leader? Where ends the war without a brain and heart to conduct it? Again, when, after the battle of Mohács, we threw off the Hungarian yoke, we of the Dracula blood were amongst their leaders, for our spirit would not brook that we were not free. Ah, young sir, the Szekelys—and the Dracula as their heart’s blood, their brains, and their swords—can boast a record that mushroom growths like the Hapsburgs and the Romanoffs can never reach. The warlike days are over. Blood is too precious a thing in these days of dishonourable peace; and the glories of the great races are as a tale that is told.”

It was certainly a… traditional understanding of history. Not talk that would go over all that well – even the Tories aren’t generally that flagrant.

At that point, however, the dawn was here, and we went to our own rooms. It feels as though I’m Scheherazade in 1001 Nights, with the way things shift only with the change of the sun over the horizon. Or the ghost of Hamlet’s father.

(AN: I took some time to think about whether Dracula would show up in a cell phone camera. Since it’s not silver-backed (likely the original reason vampires had no reflection), presumably it could at least catch his image. That said, silver is often use in electronics for solder, electrical contact, circuit board parts, etc, since it has very high conductivity, so his image wouldn’t transmit from the camera to the video display. Scene preserved! You learn something new every day.

That said, this fic will be pictureless for a while. :(

Destroying a phone is much worse than a mirror, so there are sections of this one that I had to create whole cloth and try to get across the horror of this problem. I’m not sure if I succeeded, but sometimes you just have to do your best and hope.

The description of what amounts to a collection of hallways, stairways, and locked doors with something stalking within admittedly reminded me immediately of backrooms type images, and I’ve always found that sort of thing especially unsettling.)

#dracula daily #just for fun #dracula 2023 #fanfic #I love it when I accidentally set up things getting worse #i'd forgotten that he broke the mirror when I started Jon using his phone as one #sometimes things just come together

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