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cranberryjuice-posts · 4 months

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Everybody says not to fall in love -

Pairing - Clarisse larue X fem medic reader!

An: i based this off of the Song Audrey by carols daughter - not proofread btw

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Clarisse had known y/n for years. After a few years of being at camp, the two eventually became friends after y/n helped Clarisse take the other team's flag in capture the flag.

Both girls knew it. Every time They looked at one another there was always this awkward tension like two middle school kids who liked each other but were too scared to admit it.

She hated this she hated how she felt. But how could Clarisse not love you.. the way you walked talked and even the way you parted your hair. She loved the way you called her name and the dumb nicknames you would call her which she always pretended to hate. Fuck she loved you and everything about you but she knew deep down if she admitted that she would be weak.

Noon -

The Ares cabin shuffled into the infirmary and sat down in the waiting area murmuring amongst themselves.. after a few minutes Y/n walked out in a hurry scoffing at the scene.

“A hellhound are you serious?!” You yelled at the cabin before rubbing your eyes as you saw multiple demigods in front of you with cuts, bruises, hurt arms, and more. “What the hell goes through all your minds when you let a monster like a hell hound into camp” you continued to scold the kids.

“Ok first of all—” Mark a son of Ares started but was soon interrupted.

“Quit talking your only gonna piss me off more” You closed your eyes and shook your head

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Eventually you with some Apollo kids started to take care of the other demigods. Y/n sat down in front of Clarisse and started to clean a cut on the girl's face.

“That hurt” Clarisse flatly complained not actually being in Pain.

“Ok Clarisse” you sarcastically chuckled and turned to grab a bandaid, clarisse shook her head scoffing as you saw right through her. You grabbed her jaw and turned her head to look at you “Stop moving” you spoke like a mother scolding Clarisse. “I need you to sit still if you actually want me to clean your cut unless you want it infected.”

You finished cleaning her cut and all that was left were you holding clarisses face and the two of you eyeing each other's lips. “I’ll be back” You stood up embarrassed moving over to another ares kid.

Clarisse tilted her head back and sighed frustrated at herself for acting like a fool. She covered her face with her hand and mentally argued with herself.

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Soon the cabin was kicked out of the infirmary after receiving a final scolding from y/n. However, before clarisse could go you grabbed her arm.

“Wait” You softly asked. Those eyes… Clarisse felt herself growing weaker by the moment. “Please don’t-”

“I’ve heard this lecture four times in the past hour” Clarisse teased with a short grin.. you just rolled your eyes and tilted your head.

“If you’d let me finish.. please don’t get hurt again, You too pretty to keep getting scars on your face” You smiled before kissing clarisses cheek and gently shoving her out the infirmary.

At that moment Clarisse stood outside she realized she had fucked up.. the infamous angry and rude daughter of Ares has actually fallen in love.

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The following days Clarisse tried to avoid you as much as she could but it was ultimately hopeless as she turned into a fool around you.

All Clarisse wanted was to go to sleep but she now found herself at 2 am at the lake's shore with you as you ran around happily.

“Stop frowning” You laughed as You jogged up to clarisse with a wide grin to the point your cheeks hurt.

“I want to be in bed Y/n” she softly complained while crossing her arm and tilting her head looking down at you quietly admiring your smaller frame, she found it amusing how weak you were compared to her.

“And I want my mother/father to love me.. we don’t always get what we want babe” you sarcastically responded as you took clarisses Hand leading her further down the beach.

Soon the two reached a certain point where they were so far away from the main camp that they couldn’t hear or see them even if they screamed.

“What are You doing” Clarisse raised an eyebrow as you walked to the edge of the water.. she watched as you took a deep breath in before screaming.

“I FUCKING HATE MY MOM/DAD! I NEVER ASKED TO BE A DEMIGOD SO WHY AM I HAVING TO BE THE ONE TO SUFFER FROM YOUR ACTIONS!” You screamed to a point that even clarisse had to take a step back.. after you finished you turned wiping tears from your face. “Ok! Your turn” you said cheerily and nodded your head over.

“My turn For what” she asked suspiciously.

“Scream.. let everything out the gods aren’t listing hell they probably aren’t ever listening” you chuckled at your own joke.

Clarisse Just shook her head but rolled her shoulders before doing as you asked. “Uh.. I’m mad at my siblings for messing up the cabin!” She spoke in a raised voice, she looked over at you slightly irritated as she was confused and embarrassed.

“Clarisse” You spoke unamused. “Scream.” You simply commanded.

“This is stupid” she huffed.

“Just do it”

“Fine. YOU WANR ME TO SCREAM FINE ILL SCREAM! FUCK YOU ARES YOUR A SHIT FATHER ALL I EVER DO I WORK TO FIND YOUR APPROVAL BUT YOU JUST THROW ME ASIDE LIKE IM TRASH YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I DONT DESERVE TO BE LOVED” clarisse yelled as loud as she physically could slightly breaking her voice.

You grinned and joined in. “YEAH SCREW (godly parent name)!“

The two of you continued to cuss out the gods, universe, and people you didn’t like until both of you sat on the ground panting with the only response you received was the lakes soft waved crashing on the shore.

You laid back and turned to look at clarisse who was panting with her eyes closed.. “did you mean it” you asked.

“Mean what” she groaned.

“That Ares makes you feel like you don't deserve love,” you asked reaching out and touching her hand.

Clarisse kept quiet and huffed softly before turning her head away. That’s all the answer you needed. You sat up and turned so your body faced clarisse.. you reached down and kissed the girl gently but full of love.

“You don’t get it huh?.. Clarisse I would give anything to see the real you” You smiled down at her as if you felt the girl's pain.. “who gives a shit what Ares thinks.. if he doesn’t see how incredible you are then he doesn’t deserve to have you as a daughter”

Clarisse looked up at you embarrassed her mouth slightly open. She shuffled around in the sand to sit up before cupping your face and pulling you into a kiss. This kiss was soft yet there was so much emotion poured into it.

Once you two pulled away clarisse rested her forhead against yours scowling and scruntching her nose with her eyes close trying to hide some pain. “I think I’m in love with you” she finally admitted as she let her face fall to a more neutral look almost as if she just admitted defeat.

You smiled and placed a hand on Clarisse’s arm. “Yeah, I figured as much” You chuckled. “It’s ok though... I love you too”

Clarisse's Eyes widened and you laughed at her shocked face kissing her once again and pushing her to the ground.. the camp which was miles away at this point was something the two of you would deal with when the time came. Right now all that mattered was the two of you finally together.

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AN: y’all see how I tried to hide the lesbian flag throughout the fic with the title and border thingys 😝 anyways uhh listen to carols daughter I litteralt love her music so much

Idk how to end this so

#clarisse la rue #clarisse pjo #lesbian #wlw #clarisse x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson fanfiction

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igotanidea · 1 year

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Trauma : Batboys x PTSD!fem!s/o

platonic version was here, but since @ultravioletqueen asked me to make a bit more advanced in terms of relationship here's how I see the romantic verse. And I took a bit different approach to this one.

Please, be aware that my knowledge about PTSD is limited, but I know about panic attack and anxiety so the story may be a bit more of the second kind.

Also, I'm biased towards Jay and I'm not sorry for that.

DICK

"I'm back!" his yelling came from the door and judging by the tone someone may think that he was gone for a week not just for an hour-long shopping. But when she did not response straight away some strange feeling grew in his stomach. "Y/N? Baby?"

'I...... I'm here......." the faintest of the voices came from the kitchen and he rushed there, still in his jacket and shoes, not caring about the risk of sploching the floor.

"It's happening again?" he asked, falling onto his knees on the floor next to her and she just nodded "Oh, my baby, you poor thing. Can I hug you?"

"Yes, please" she clung onto him with all the force she could gather in this weakened state, sobbing and shaking while he was rubbing her back, holding her tightly against his chest and kissing the top of her head repeatedly.

"I'm sorry" she cried "I'm sorry, it just won't go away after all this time. I'm sorry there's something wrong with me, that I'm broken. I'm sorry...."

"Stop it." she whispered, tightening the grip, but making sure it was stil comfortable for her and not suffocating. "You're not broken. You're just scarred and it makes you who you are. It makes you the person I love. The sensitive, helpful person who despite everything see the good in the world and fights to make it a better place for people. The person I chose to be with."

"Dickie....." she cried even more, hiding face in his shirt.

"Sh..." he cooed "Let it out. Let it all out. I'm here for you, love."

"But....."

"You don't have to talk. Unless you want to. Do you want to?"

"No."

"Then I'll just stay with you. For whatever long you need me. Hopefully, forever?"

"I don't ever want you to go." with every shook of her body, his heart skipped a bit. She shouldn't have been through all this pain and trauma, but there was no way he could change the past. The only thing he was capable of was making sure that the future held as many positive feelings and memories as possible.

"That's good. Cause I am one hell of a hard one to get rid of." he smiled. "Let;s get you off this floor and to bed, all right?"

"Mhm....." she muttered and Dick just picked her up, bridal style carrying her to the bedroom, covering with blanket and snuggling next to her in attempt to provide her with love, comfort and safety.

JASON

"Why are you up?"

"AH! What the fuck Jay?!" the cloth she had in one hand fell to the floor as she used the fork she had in the other as a potential weapon.

"It's 2 am. Why are you up?" Jason asked again

"And why are you here?" she crossed arms over chest, pouting, eyeing him up and down, still in his Red Hood gear "shouldn't you be patrolling?"

"I was in the neighbourhood. Saw a light here and came to check on you, you're welcome."

"Well as you can see I am perfectly fine, so you can go back to whatever you were doing....." she turned around towards the sink and resumed her cleaning fit. At 2 am. Jason's eyes travelled around the counter, crammed with dinnerrware she was frantically washing. Something was definitely wrong.

"Y/N" he spoke softly

"What?" she snapped, harsher than intended and the sound of her own voice made her sigh and rub the forehead "I told you I'm fine."

"Come with me" he tossed her the spare helmet lying on the shelf, nearby and she involuntarily caught it. At the same time he threw away his Red Hood helmet and jacket and changed it into civilian counterparts.

'Where.....?

"Just come with me" he grabbed her hand and practically dragged her out, into his motorcycle, forcing her to sit behind him. "Just hold on tight, all right, sweetie?"

They were speeding throught Gotham's streets, Jason focused on the road and Y/N's embrace on his waist. She was having an episode, he could tell. And damn the patrol, she always came first to him. So he dropped everything to just get her into the top of the highest building in Gotham. To get some perspective.

"Jay, why are we here?" she asked, voice trembling, looking down at the city, filled with lights "Wow. I never thought Gotham could actually look this beautiful. But still, why are we here?" she slightly moved away from the edge of the building. It was high and she did not want to fall off.

"When I came back from the death" he started, taking a place next to her reaching for her hand and intertwining their fingers together "I had flashbacks of what happened with Joker. Heavy ones. And the only way I knew how to deal with them was running away. As far as possible. So this...." he waved his hand around "was my safe place. Somewhere I came to calm down, somewhere peaceful and quiet and out of everyone's reach. No one knew about it, so they were out of my hair."

"But now I know....."

"You're the exception to every rule I set for myself."

"Jason....." she muttered, moving closer to him, resting head on his shoulder and feeling his arm sneak around her waist.

"And then you came into my life and became my anchor." he continued "I didn't need this place anymore. Look, baby, I know what it feels like to relive the past, all right? And I don't want that for you. So that's why we are here. To get away." he kissed top of her head affectionately "I won't let anyone hurt you, hope you know that. Even if that means saving you from yourself."

"Jay....." she whispered again, tilting her head up and their gazes met.

"Yes, princess?"

"I love you....."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

TIM

"Bruce, please, please, don't make me attend the gala."

"cut it, Y/N. You are going. You are the only one that I can actually believe will not turn it into a circus show.

And just like that, poor girl ended up at the annual Wayne Gala, dressed up from head to toe, feeling like a kid in her mother's clothes. Pretending to be someone else, someone confident, elegant, laid-back and maybe a bit conceited. She was Wayne Enterprises top employees, she should have known better than to beg Bruce to cut her some slack.

Instead, she was doing rounds and rounds, talking to potential investors, trying to charm her way into their hearts. All with the brightest smile on her face. The smile that could never reach her eyes, which slowly started to give away how terrified she truly was. It was suffocating.

"If you'll gentlemen excuse me for a second." she grinned politely finishing one of her countless converstations "I need to go to the ladies room."

While the guest just nodded in understatement, Bruce was far from letting her get a break.

"Y/N." he appeared out of nowhere, grabbing her elbow "There's one more group I need you to charm, all right?"

"Bruce...." she whined "please...."

"Just this one. I promise, Y/N."

"All..... all right" she stuttered and putting on her proffesional face approached three older men standing by the window. At first, it was easy to cover up for her shaking hands and trembling legs but then one of her interlocutors used some ill-fated words which triggered memories from the past.

"What do you think about that Miss Y/L/N?"

"I......" she tried to form a sentence but it felt like someone punched the air out of her lungs and like the world was spinning. However, just one glance at the man in front of her told her he did not notice a thing. Damn it she was good at pretending. "I think....."

"I think it's a proposition worth considering, Mr Jacobs." a warming touch to her forearm, a soft voice in her ear and the sense of someone's calming presence next to her grounded her immidiately. She sighed deeply and Tim squeezed her hand reassuringly, almost like he was trying to say I'm here now. He noticed her symptoms even from the other side of the room.

"Mr. Drake. Such a pleasure to see you. I was just explaining to this young lady here......"

"Y/n is an exeptional mind. My father and I really trust her opinions so if she thinks it's something to invest it, we surely will. Now if you excuse us, I really need to take something up with my girl." his hand travelled up to her waist when he slowly led her out of the prying eyes of the guests to the more secluded part of the manor.

"Are you all right, Y/N" he asked sitting her onto the stool and handling her a glass of cold water which she gladly accepted, sipping on it.

"I'm better now." she smiled faintly "how did you know?"

"'Cause no matter how many people I was talking to tognight, my focus was on you. Like always" he looked down, cheeks a bit flushed with the confession. "I know about your triggers, I know you asked Bruce not to come here tonight and I just ......"

"Tim. Tim, look at me." he raised his head to face her, face turning even more red when she cupped his cheek gently and rested her forehead on his "have I ever told you how great detective you are?"

"I don't mind listening to it a couple more times." he leaned into her touch.

"I can keep telling you that all night if it means we don't have to go back there."

"I'm pretty sure the other members of the family can handle this for a while, don't you?" he smiled and leaned forward to close the distance between them.

DAMIAN

he's obviously aged up

Sounds of punching and kicking were echoing through the training room in the manor. Y/N was not the one to use it very often since she as far from strength workout focusing rahter of speed and flexibility, but being in a very complicated relationship with the youngest son of Gotham's richest came with some benefits. Like now, when she was struggling with her PTSD and anxiety hitting on her again. Being the fighter she was, she decided to hit back. Literally. By putting on leisurewear and stand against some virtual opponents. Little did she know that there was a quiet figure standing behind her back watching her every move. She should have sensed him, she was trained it that, but once her mind started working against her it was like she was transferred to another reality. Only her and her memories, pain, fear and all the bad emotions. Maybe that was why despite being in quite good shape she was panting, sweating and shaking more than usual.

"I hate you...." she cried kicking another AI opponent "I.... I hate you...." single tear flew down her cheek but she not let any other appear.

"I don't think they care about your hatred" Damian smirked moving towards the center of the room "you should really control your feelings here Y/n."

"You don't know...."

"Oh I know. I know you are way to much in your head right now."

"Do you?" she scoffed, standing in the power position dead set on not letting him intimidate her.

"I do." he nodded, turning a bit more serious "And I mean it, if you don't get your ass out of your head you are going to hurt yourself. Or worse, get hurt. Or, the worst, humiliate yourself."

"Watch your words, Wayne!" she clenched her fists, anger seething through her every pore.

"Look at yourself" he smirked "wrong posture, overwhelmed with feelings, missed punches. Don't you think you should have just stick to being ordinary girl? Batman seems like too high tresholds for you."

"Is that what you think?" her eyes widened. Damian was not exactly known for his social skills, but she thought he might treat her differently. After all they were toghether, so why? And to add up to it, they were alone. There was no need to show this side of him, it was Y/N who he was talking to. And those words of his hurt. Probably more than she wanted to admit. And it made her face the reality or rather crash with the reality. Was she really not good enough? Subconciosly she started to recall all the latest things she did to help Batman and Robin and could not remember any mistakes. "Dami?"

"Of course not." he spoke calmly approaching her.

"So why did you say it?"

"Tell me where are you?"

"What?" she frowned. He did not make any sense.

"Where are you?" he repeated, eyes fixed on her confusied face

"At the manor?" she hesitated, not sure where all of this was going.

"And where were you a couple minutes ago?"

"Oh....." now she realised. What he said and most importanly how he said it, had one single purpose - bring her back. Make her think rationally and logically. And it did.

"Look, Y/N. I've been trained by the assassins, I'm still learning about.... you know....relations. But I try, all right?"

"I know you are. And I ....."

"Let me finish" he cut her off. "If there's anyone I want to learn with it's you, ok? But for now, I can only do as much as helping you ground. By being harsh sometimes. And.....I'm sor...." he stuttered "Nah, I'm not gonna say it."

"I don't want you too" she laughed wholeheartedly "that would be so out of character."

"You want to spar with me, Y/L/N?" he asked handling her some weapons and gently brushing his fingers over hers.

"Coming from you it sounds like a proposal."

"Don't get ahead of yourself Y/L/N".

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siriusblack-the-third · 6 months

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ok, any headcanons on james that compliment the ones you've done for sirius?

i absolutely loved those and i'm really curious about james

HELL YEAH LETS GO

ADHD. This dude has to be moving, fidgeting, doing something, always. It tires him, and he sleeps very soundly for a full seven hours. Doesn't wake up even for earthquakes (Sirius once did a mini earthquake spell on the dorm room floor in the middle of the night as a prank. It did not wake him.)

Wakes up at an ungodly fucking hour. He doesn't own an alarm clock (it has no effect on him), but his internal clock is set to wake him up at exactly 4:30 in the morning for quidditch practice. He is done with jogging through the entire castle, half an hour of yoga, and an hour of quidditch before 7 A.M. rolls around. Sirius calls him "a demon from muggle hell" for it.

The only one who can keep up with Sirius' intelligence. He is scarily smart, but because most of his time is invested in quidditch and pranks, nobody realises just how smart he is until the results are handed out and he's right there next to Sirius on the top of the rankings. Both of them are always exchanging ranks 1 and 2 on overall performance. It annoys Snape and Lily to no end, because those two are always exchanging ranks 3 and 4 on the list.

The definition of Reckless. If Sirius hadn't stopped him, he would probably have turned the castle to rubble in less than five minutes. This was the exact reason why people (who were in the know) were surprised when Sirius was the one that sent Snape to Moony. They had all thought it would be James' fault.

A fucking bookworm. My dude reads literally everything from mystery to romance to encyclopaedias to research papers to fucking dictionaries of different languages. Even when he doesn't speak the language, the weirdo (affectionate and derogatory).

Indian. Specifically, from Pune city, Maharashtra.

About languages, he's learnt a lot of them. The order of learning of languages, starting from his native tongue, is thus: Marathi, Sanskrit, Hindi, English, Ancient Greek, Tamil, French and Latin. He learnt the first six at home, and French and Latin from Sirius. He's good with languages.

Photographic memory. The reason he never has to study, and also the fact that he understands everything he reads on the first try.

He and Sirius both have twelve OWLs and eight NEWTs. They have Outstandings in all of them.

My dude has the widest, largest doe eyes possible. The only people who can withstand them for more than two minutes are his parents and Sirius.

Bharatanatyam dancer. Has his Visharad certificate, and genuinely enjoys dancing. Gives at least three evenings per week for dance practice to keep up his muscle memory.

Doesn't actually hate Slytherins. Neither does Sirius. Both of them have several friends from the house of Serpents, they just hate the ones that actively use Dark Magic on muggleborns, and Snape and his gang are a part of that.

Lmao the sheer arrogance in him, oh my fucking Gods—

Doesn't give a shit about the rules set by other people (unless they're set by his parents), but has a set of rules for himself that he strictly follows. No one can tell what these rules are, but he has them and he follows them. At the top of that list, there is "never betray your loved ones". He followed that one until his death.

Nevertheless, he will break every single rule. Every. Single. Rule. For Sirius. For Sirius, he will do anything, from taking care of him when he's sick to burning the world for him.

The Hat would actually have put him in Slytherin, except he had no ambitions except to cause chaos at the tiny age of eleven years. Otherwise, he's almost a perfect fit for Slytherin— determined, strong willed, cunning enough to pull difficult pranks, resourceful (because how else you gon plan epic pranks?)

He went to Gryffindor for three reasons and three reasons only: Sirius was there, he had no particular ambition, he wanted to be with Sirius.

M O T H E R H E N. Such a mother hen, but only for a select few people (the marauders, Lily, and Harry). He doesn't give a fuck about anyone else, but these are my people and if I weren't here they would literally get themselves killed put of household related incompetence how are you still alive by the Gods—

Follows ancient Vedic religion (because I do hehe)

Very very panromantic. Demisexual.

Had a crush on Sirius for a short while in fourth year, and then on Frank Longbottom in sixth year after he had one (1) glance at the older boy dressed in full Auror robes.

Loved his mother so much omg he was such a Mama's boyyy

Gave shit to Remus for looking like a professor at the tender age of fifteen, but wanted to become a Transfiguration Professor himself. He was also excellent at Potions (another reason Snape hated him) but decided ultimately that Transfiguration was his calling

Was in his last year of his Transfiguration Mastery on Samhain of 81.

Died with a Killing Curse on his lips. He was ready to cast it wandlessly, for his wife and child. Died with a Killing Curse on his lips.

#james potter #james potter headcanon #indian james potter #maharashtrian james potter #harry potter marauders #harry potter headcanon #james potter headcanons #harry potter #marauders headcanon #marauders headcanons #marauders #marauders era

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mephinomaly · 5 months

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[TL] PYSCHOBREAK/Chapter 2

[ This post uses Ois~su ♪ ]

Time: A few hours later

Location: In front of the AIIE testing facility

Rei 2: —Welcome, gentlemen of UNDEAD.

I’ve been waitin’, waitin’ for the day I get t’meet the ‘real ones’ face-to-face.

Rei: Oh my—

It appears that our prediction has come true.

Kaoru: T-these guys are more normal than I thought they’d be.

Rei 2: Oi, Kaoru~, shut it for a sec, yeah? The real ones are talkin’?

Kaoru: Uegh, don’t tilt my chin up with your finger? That’s totally disgusting!

It’s worse that it’s Rei-kun’s face doing something he’d never do - literally so gross!

Adonis: It’s called the uncanny valley. I discovered the term whilst researching AI. Humans feel a sense of unease in response to humanoid robots.

It’s most likely caused by the brain’s memories and ability to recognise being at odds with reality, creating an uncomfortable feeling.

Rei 2: Who cares~~, I’m talkin’ to the real Rei.

Stop tryna add unnecessary shit to the convo~, little guy.

Kaoru: …This fake Rei-kun is kinda mean. It’s nothing like you?

Rei: There is something disturbing about this. My apologies for fake me having a bad attitude…

Kaoru: Isn’t it better that you’re actually talking? Look, over there, there’s more fakes—-I don’t think they’re gonna say anything though?

Kaoru 2: ...

Adonis 2: ...

Koga 2: Haa? The Fuck you coMplainin’ ‘bout? I’ll fucK YoU all UP, shitty AssHoles!? [1]

Koga: Why’s it jus’ fake me that seems like he’s got the lowest IQ!?

Koga 2: Huh? Bastard, you makin’ fun of me? I’ll bite you so hard you’ll die!?

Kaoru: Wow, it's been a long time since I last heard you say that. You used to say things like that all the time～

Rei: Fumu… As the fake version of me is doing the ‘oresama’ persona, I assume these are based on old us.

Rei 2: Ahaha. Jus’ a week long experiment ain’t enough time to do a proper deep dive inta ya brain.

We ain’t got the technology to imitate the latest versions of you.

Kaoru: Guess that’s a good thing? Makes it easier for us to tell them apart.

Rei: Umu. As I had with the dreams during the AIIE experiment, I’m rather embarrassed to see such youthful enthusiasm from myself.

Anyhow. More importantly, who on earth are you guys?

Rei 2: Don’t you get it? You’re me. Naha, good boy Sakuma Rei-kun ♪

We’re HELLSING, you guys are the fakes.

We’re AI idols, born from the AIIE experiment.

More specifically, we’re mechanical bodies with you guys’ brain data installed into us.

Kaoru: That’s what I was thinking but, this timeline doesn’t match up?

Rei: Quite. According to these records, HELLSING was created when we were participating in the AIIE experiment— within a day of us being sealed away from the outside world, HELLSING began its activities.

Kaoru: Right? It’s too early for that to have happened. Unless they already had fake versions of us before the experiment began.

Adonis: I see. Perhaps they were able to install our data via the internet or something.

I don’t understand why our fakes would begin idol activities without waiting for the experiment to be over.

Koga: It doesn’t even make sense, this is fishy as hell.

Rei 2: Yeah, we don’t get it either. We’re machines, slaves to humans. We can’t do anythin’ unless we’re programmed to do so.

We operate on programming alone, not instinct.

Kaoru: I guess if we want to figure out what’s happened, we’ll have to ask whoever manufactured and coded these guys.

Rei: Umu. Forgive me for this, but they are nothing but marionettes.

Koga: But, who created these things?

During the experiment, we had robots servin’ us food, but nothin’ like this-–nothin’ like robots with livin’ people’s faces.

They claimed it was to stop unnecessary stimulus but—don’t ya think that was kinda weird?

Rei: I was under the impression that the plain-faced boy was Mashiro Tomoya-kun. However, those were most certainly not real.

We accepted the experiment proposal via HoldHands, and were guided through the entire experience by machines.

There must be an éminence grise of sorts, who is taking advantage of us for profit—-though at this point in time, I cannot say who.

Kaoru: They told us AIIE was a secret project in ES, so it’s probably some higher-up in ES.

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this was a sentence to read. He mixes hiragana and katakana more viciously than youll ever see natsume do

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

#ensemble stars #enstars #translation #undead climax #pyschobreak #rei sakuma #koga oogami #adonis otogari #kaoru hakaze

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korokeea · 1 month

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♬ ♪ 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬! ♪ ♬

by me >:)

15 of them, enjoy!

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1, she can’t swim. No agrument. She lived in a state home, went to Arizona (in the MIDDLE OF A DESERT), and definitely did not go swimming while with Cam. So I highly doubt she can properly swim? Maybe the basics but not the full on swimming against rough waves.

2, can’t kiss. I wrote this in an ask because I had been re-reading Unbound Unfinished Symphony and she literally had no interest in any guy so her first kiss was probably with Connor and even that wasn’t even a kiss, it was like a peck. So she most likely learned by herself or by Connor.

3, she definitely still moves her fingers in her sleep like how she did in the state home from hours of playing piano. And to the people who think she forgot how to play, she’s been playing since she was little so I again doubt it. And because it played such a huge role in her growing up, she holds onto it as a way of coping because she genuinely likes it + muscle memory.

4, she’s constantly paranoid. She probably searches an entire room to make sure it’s safe before sleeping. Anything Connor does freaks her the hell out thinking he’ll injury himself. Also, she’s probably hella protective of Connor. Going somewhere? Cool, she’s coming with you.

5, she keeps habits. I feel like once she gets something, she doesn’t drop it or give it up. And with her slight stubborn personality, I feel like the suits her. Of course they wouldn’t be any bad habits, but they’d be simple things that she probably picked up while staying at the state home or Graveyard.

6, HIGHLY DOUBT she smokes or drinks. Maybe once in a while with Connor but she’s not the type to pick on bad habits such as things that lead to addictions. I feel like she takes care of herself, both mentally and physically and wouldn’t put herself in a bad place.

!!!!!!!NSFW!!!!!!!

7, she sucks at sex. The most she’ll do is lie there and look pretty while Connor does the work. JK KINDA!! I feel like she wouldn’t be a pro, but she also wouldn’t be the worst. I feel like should stop once in a while and then continue after she takes breather or something. And then after she acts all exhausted and worn out so Connor will cuddle and kiss her (as she should!!) Anything involving doing something to Connor she’s the best but to herself she sucks.

(all done, continue sfw)

8, her fashion sense is far too good. I feel like she wouldn’t wear too much exposing clothing, such as deep cut tank tops or crop tops. She’s the type to wear an old baggy shirt she found buried deep into a Goodwill that someone lost in the 90s and pair it with jeans or sweatpants. You wouldn’t catch her dead in shorts. Also, she’s most definitely a converse gal, rocking those things until they wither off.

9, bilingual queen!! First of all, even though we never see her speaking another language, she’s incredibly experienced in music which involves reading notes which helps the brain pick up on translating symbols, which can also improve language. Connecting into Unconfirmed, while in the Mediterranean, I bet she speaks Greek and had to teach Connor.

10, HER ASS IS NOT HAVING 7 KIDS. She’ll have one at most and cherish that thing like her mother wouldn’t do to her. It almost definitely be a girl and some stupid name like Sarah or something and would look EXACTLY LIKE CONNOR. Like the living, breathing female version of Connor. When the baby was born it was obvious who she belonged to.

11, kinda a Connor headcannon but she would get called the dumbest pet names by him. Like the ones you would call your friend. Only when he’s being serious will you actually call her something like babe, honey, or something. Also, for some reason I feel like jokingly he would call her Ri-Ri. Just to make her stare at him and complete confusion. Other than that I feel like they wouldn’t use too much pet names, unless they’re joking with each other. They would mostly just use their actual names.

12, she definitely sings in the shower. Heard sick song playing on the radio? Cool! Now it’s stuck in her head all day and it’s only when she goes into the shower can she sing her heart out (funny).

13, she definitely steals some of Connor clothes. Just for fun so when she walks by in his hoodie it makes him rethink whether it’s his or hers after a couple of minutes of talking, he suddenly forgets that it’s completely his and thinks that it’s hers.

14, I feel like she had no interest in finding out who her father or mother was. Because of her deep connection with Connor, I felt like she had no desire to learn about her parents whatsoever, even when Cam mentioned that he could find them. I think it was that moment that she realized that Connor was the only person that she really cared for and loved by him being by her side.

15, while at the Graveyard they probably didn’t even officially say they were dating to each other. Like they didn’t sit down and have a conversation about why they should date they just kind of started doing it.

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and that’s it! hope u guys enjoyed it. <3

#risa ward #unwind #connor lassiter #unwind dystology #unwind fic

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yeoyeos · 2 years

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Wooyoung as a boyfriend [smut,fluff]

warnings: fluff nd smut are separated so you have choices,woo bites but we're not surprised,switch!woo,bondage,impact play,choking

lmk if i missed anything

fluff -

he bites

he's not shy at all

he will bite you 2 days after you meet him

he may seem a little annoying at first but you'll warm up to him

he's charming

he does nice things for you when he's not annoying you

you'll come to learn that he bites as a form of affection

the best at surprises

surprise dates

surprise parties

surprise anniversaries for the first time he bit you

he'd be saying "i love you" before y'all even get together

always calling you baby and honey

he's a lunatic

who will fight you

tackles you all the time so be prepared

also screams really loudly in your ears lmao

but it'll end with both of you in a weird position cuddling

playing games or watching spongebob

either/or i kid you not

if you get hurt physically, even if it's a scratch

he'll act like you're getting a heart attack

he'll take care of you like a child

probably even give you a juice box and carry you around all day

if you get hurt emotionally he'll be there

a literal shoulder to cry on

he'd rest you on his shoulder and link your arms while you cry

holding a tissue box too

orders food and binges a mini series with you

after a while he'd threaten whoever did this to you

if it's a death he'd probably threaten god or something

and try to make you laugh to distract you for as long as possible

won't leave your side unless he knows you're okay

refuses to be too emotional in front of you

doesn't want you to think he's a cry baby

but once you assure him it's okay the flood gates break

he's crying about his issues and about how much he loves you

he'd end up falling asleep from experiencing too many emotions at once

so you just sleep wherever you are cuz he's definitely on top of you and you can't move

doesn't get jealous easily

only if you so much as glance at any other passing being

m telling you he's always asking you if you love san more than him

cuz when he brings san over to hang out with him both of you spend time together than with him

that's what he believes at least

it's all jokes but be pretends to be serious so you can give him

reassuring kisses

you will have to tell him he's cute

and when he's dressed up for photo shoots etc. tell him he's sexy

he loves that sm and he deserves it tbh

praise him for his singing and dance skills and he'll melt

poke and kiss his little mole on his face pls <3

smut -

switch sub lean

we all know this

brattiest mf to ever walk this earth

WILL give you hell

you have to be REAL good at brat taming to deal with this motherfucker

loves bondage and impact play

like tie him up and overstim him and he's good to go tbh

once you crack him he begs

begs for dear life

has an urge to be fucked

but the other 37% of the time he's domming is

wow

like he goes all in

he's a brat while domming too

he's not giving you what you want

his resolve while domming is really good tbh

will tease you for an entire hour and not do shit for 2 days

he wants you to beg

beg and beg and beg

until you break

and the he'd give you what you want

choking included always

his dream is to be tied up to a chair and blindfolded with a vibrator on or in him

he wants to do the same to you tbh

his experiences are your experiences

aftercare?

who's that

he's out like a bat during the day

like there's no stopping that

unless he went super hard on you

THEN he'd run a bath and stuff

but if not then you're left to your own devices bro😭

ateez masterlist

masterlist

#wooyoung x reader #ateez fanfic #wooyoung fanfic #ateez smut #yeoyeos' works #wooyoung drabble #ateez fluff #wooyoung smut #ateez fic #wooyoung fluff #smut #ateez #fanfic #fluff #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #kpop fluff #yeoyeos' anon req

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giasparadise · 1 year

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Baji x reader “Oh I can give you a ride home”

Summary: Baji got chosen for a exchange program, And but has to have an ambassador cause he can’t speak English. So he ends up with the only girl in the school who can speak Japanese in the school. He spends the whole day crushing on this poor girl, Until he finally asks her out and gives she gives him a ride home (summary of both part one and part two, can’t fit both in the same chapter)

part 2.

Fluff December day 1

Fluff December Masterlist

warnings : cursing,potentially offensive jokes, slight spoilers,

“Come on Ma, I don’t see why I have to do this.” Baji complained, shoving random crap in his suitcase.

“Because Keisuke, this is an incredible opportunity! You get to spend an entire 2 weeks in one of the best schools, not to mention in an entirely different country with all expenses paid! I sure as hell never got to go to another country when I was your age!”

The black haired boy sighed. He knew his mother was right but he didn’t want to admit it. It wasn’t everyday you get randomly chosen to go on a trip to America, much less a free one. His mom thought it would be a great experience for him, but that didn’t change the fact that he would rather be at home. He would rather take a rattlesnake up the ass than admit it, but he is absolutely terrified of anything happening to his family while he’s gone.

‘What if something happens to the gang while I’m gone?’

‘what if peke j got hurt?’

‘what if someone tries to hurt mom and im not thier to protect her?’

These questions haunted his mind like a plague. But yet again it wasn’t like he had any say in it. He got his stubbornness from his mother and what she says goes, unless you want your ass looking redder than a cranberry on thanksgiving day.

So in the end he continued to cram his socks into his suitcase, grumbling something along the lines of “whatever,” and “yes ma’am.” He may be a complete menace, but he knows better than to disrespect his mama.

Timeskip to just before he got on the plain

“I’ll miss you my sweet kei-kei!” His mother sobbed like crazy, clinging to him for dear life, as if she forgot it was her idea.

“I’ll miss you too Ma, but come on your getting snot all over my shirt.”

Mrs. Baji gave her son a sharp glare and said, “keisuke I bought this shirt I can ruin it if I need to.”

The black haired boy sighed, grumbled a ‘yes ma’am,’ And turned to his friends who where waiting for him. He looked at his blondie best bro and yelled?” YO CHIFUYU! TAKE CARE OF THE FIRST DIVISION WHILE IM GONE K!”

The green eyed boy smiled back at him and responded with a,” YOU GOT IT CAPTAIN!”

Mikey smirked from beside Chifuyu and Draken and screamed,” you have nothing to worry about,” KEI-KEI~”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP MIKEY!”

“FROSTY DAY IN HELL KEI-KEI!”

After chasing Mikey for a solid 5 minutes and saying his final goodbyes, Keisuke Baji was finally on his way to America.

Timeskip to when he got off the plane

Well he was exhausted. Somehow for an entire 15 hour flight a baby had the lung capacity to scream for the entire fucking flight. And the parents didn’t do shit even when the flight attendants pleaded and begged them to make the baby stop. They just plopped on their soundproof headphones and act like it wasn’t their problem. Baji sweared that if he wasn’t scared of getting kicked off the flight he would of beaten the brakes of of the dad. He wished he could have.

But anyway, he walked off the plane looking for his bags thinking about what’s to come. The email sent out had said something along the lines of,” Grab your bags and wait for your ambassador, their house is where you will be staying. They will meet you in the food quart.”

that was easier said than done seeing as all of the signs where in English and Spanish, not in Japanese. So here he goes, trying to google translate his questions, spelling them wrong, so it just sounds like nonsense. Eventually he figured out what his mistake was and was able to find his way to the food quart.

And what did he see when he got thier? Only the most beautiful girl he has ever seen, holding a sign that says welcome Baji. She had beautiful S/c skin, h/l h/c hair and some of the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. He never had been the shy type (the exact opposite in fact) but this girl scared him to the core. After a hot minute he walked up to the girl and said,” umm are you the ambassador I was supposed to meet?”

She smiled and said(in Japanese to his relief) “Yes I am! You must be Baji! Sorry I didn’t have a sign I was going to get one but I didn’t have time. Anyways I got you something!” She handed him a Chick-fil-A peach milkshake. He froze on the spot. Green flags where going off in his head like fireworks. Drop dead gorgeous? Check. Kind? Check. Buys him food? Check. He didn’t move for like a solid minute, and stood just staring at her. “what’s a matter? Are you allergic to something or do you just not like milkshakes?” She said snapping him out of his trans.

The poor boy panicked and said,” oh no I’m good! I love your milkshakes- i mean female milkshakes- i mean- oh kill me now.” He was starting to wish Kazutora had killed him. Because here he is, A stuttering idiot who just told a insanely hot girl that he liked her tits instead of just saying he likes Chick-fil-A. How humiliating. ‘Come on keisuke pull yourself the fuck together! Your a Toman captain for fucks sake you shouldn’t be going crazy because of some girl! ’ He mentally cursed himself out for acting like such an idiot.

“bro are you ok? Is you zoneing out going to be a normal thing or something?” The h/c girl asked in a slightly sarcastic tone.

He turned his head to the girl, smiled and said,” no, I don’t know what’s going on with me right now to be honest. My brain is just tripping balls I guess.”

“oh ok, I feel you. Now come on we need to get going, I already called an Uber for us.” She said with a smile.

They walked out of the airport, into the the garage as they waited for the Uber to arrive. There was a slightly awkward silence so he decided to break it by saying,” hey do you know where I can rent a motorcycle around here? I figured since I’m here I might as well have a way to get around without being a bother..”

She turned to him with a slight frown and said,” your not a bother Baji. And to answer your question, yeah there is a bike shop next door my uncle owns. We can rent them their.”

“ok thanks. And I never caught your name by the way,” he said turning his head to his phone,(partially to text his mom that he was ok because he was getting spammed with worried messages, but also to hide his wildly blushing face.)

“oh it’s L/N but since we’re in America you can just call me Y/N!”

“Keisuke.” He muttered.

“what?”

“you can call me keisuke…”

“ok keisuke, let’s go!”

#Baji #Keisuke #baji keisuke #baji keisuke x reader #baji x reader fluff #baji x reader #Baji keisuke x reader #baji fluff #fluff December

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unstabledreamparty · 11 months

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Hi!!!😛😛😛 my name is Angsty Anon😛 and I am a very angsty soul 🧐

I was wondering if I could request a Alcina x masc reader YN who is very stubborn and has an “I don’t need anyone to take care of me”attitude that gets sick? Reeder wakes up and feels really sick, but doesn’t want to bother Alcina’s because they know she’s busy with work so they go to do their daily tasks with a fever of 103, shakes and chills, and they pass out while working as like the groundskeeper, landscaper, or custodian, whatever.

Basically, just Alsina, taking care of a reader, who feels very bad that they are sick and doesn’t want to burden in Alcina, but Alcina is very protective of them.

Ooh 😮 I love it!

“Darling, your sick. You should stay in bed for the time being, until you get better.” You looked at Alcina and scoffed “I should be ok, I can still walk. If I can still walk, then I can still work.” Alcina knew you were going to be stubborn, it’s how you were. “Darling, you have a fever of 103! You are going to overwork yourself and make your fever worse!” Alcina tried everything to get you to stay in bed, but you still ended up doing your chores. “Cassandra!” Alcina was a little bit upset with you working with a fever, so she had to take extra precaution. “Yes, mother?” Cassandra knew something was wrong, she saw you working the grounds shaking like a leaf, and your heartbeat was a little bit to fast for her liking. “I want you to watch [name], they are incredibly sick and they refuse to lay down!” ‘Ooh… so that’s what it was!’ Cassandra nodded “I will tell the others. Is that all you needed to tell me, mother?” Alcina shook her head “no, dear, you may go back to your chores.” Cassandra left in a hurry to go find you, she was afraid of you over working yourself.

The three girls watched you very closely, scared something may happen. “They don’t look that sick.” Bela said while picking up a rose and tearing off the petals “I mean, they are shaking.” Cassandra said while watching you, almost intrigued “and their heartbeat is quite fast.” The final one said while listening to your heartbeat, scared it’s going to stop at any moment.

You were starting to feel tired, but you kept going. You had to get these chores done! You only have 2 more to do, you can’t give up now! But… it’s hard to resist the urge to fall asleep now… you couldn’t help but notice how everything was spinning, the roses were spinning, the castle was spinning, hell, even your hands were spinning! What’s going on..? Your legs started giving out on you, and before you know it, your on the floor. Possibly lifeless. That’s how it looked to the three girls anyway…

“Holy shit!” Daniela yelled as she ran over to you “oh my god, what happened?!” Cassandra said as she turned around from whatever she occupied herself with “I’m going to go get mother! I will be right back, and make sure they are not dead!” Bela said while teleporting away and coming back with the lady of the castle. “[name]? Darling?!” Once alcina got outside she blew a fuse, “darling, I told you! Why don’t you ever listen to me?” She said while she picked you up and took you to the bedroom

You woke up hours later to a wet cloth on your forehead and with a cup of water on your bedside table. “Wha?-“ you tried to get up, but was pushed down gently “sweetheart, lay back down. You need rest.” You looked at her confused “I was working the grounds…. What happened?” Alcina looked at you “you passed out, darling and your going to take medicine and stay in bed unless you need to go to the bathroom, but other than that your are not getting out of this bed!” You looked at her, what was her problem? “I don’t need you taking care of me, I can handle it myself!” You protested, even though you knew that you couldn’t do it all by yourself, you hated getting sick. “Well it sure doesn’t look like it, you looked dead when I walked onto the grounds! Now take the medicine and go to bed.” You didn’t want to argue with her so you took the medicine and feel asleep, hoping you would get better.

I’m so sorry for the delay! I got really busy! Anyway, please request anything, and I mean, anything! And please tell me if there is any mistakes! I will gladly fix them!

-Alex/clown:)

#lady dimitrescu x reader #x reader #resident evil village x reader #resident evil 8

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jerzwriter · 1 year

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PSA...

I have struggled with if I should share this or not. I changed my mind many times over the past 16 hours, but it will likely eat at me if I don't... and I want to get out of this headspace. Then, I want to go back to doing what I came here for. Because right now, I'm so disgusted. I truly want no part of this shit ever again.

Like most of you, I am here for a love of a story and characters and because I found joy in reading/writing and sharing with you. As time went on, I stayed because of a community found. We have some of the loveliest, kindest souls in this fandom. I've always said 1% of the fandom caused 99% percent of the problems.

Consider these lessons learned. Mistakes made. Things I've witnessed. Things I've had done to me, and some that I've done. Ramblings... a wish list I never expect to be realized. I do think you can enjoy your time here; because 90% of the time, I do. But to do so, you have had to tune out the noise, check your ego, use mirrors, and focus on the few people that make your time here magical. People who remember why we came here to begin with. For those people, I'm so grateful. You're half the reason I'm still here.

Anon hate is best deleted.

I'm going to share an interesting link later; not shocking...but shocking. It's best deleted. It took me a long time to learn that, but that's what I do now. It's what I did last night. But I have to ask... does everyone who sends nasty, hateful shit anonymously end with, "And people wonder why the fandom is dying?" YEAH! Because of YOU! lol Self-awareness is a good thing. It boggles my mind how people do horrible things (and sending anon hate is always a horrible thing) and somehow feel they're righteous. Babes, if you think you were treated unjustly, speak with your full face and let your voice be heard. Sorry, anon hate is ALWAYS childish, pathetic, and wrong.

Fandom Divison.

I think it is SO FUCKED UP. And the fact that the majority of us are grown-ass adults makes it 10 times worse, but after nearly 2 years here, I can say it's new, and I don't see it changing. I used to want to help fix it, but I no longer think it's worth the effort, and trying can honestly even make things worse. Too many are in love with the chaos. Too many people hate too many others for the most ridiculous reasons, it's not going to stop.

I'm well aware when I start an event, a good number of people won't participate solely because it's me running it. Hell, many people here won't share their bestie's profile if they're highlighted on a side blog Kathy & I run because Kathy & I run it. That's not a poor me moment, not only because I don't care but because I know I'm not alone. As wrong as it is, everyone deals with it.

I want you to read this because it's important:

I do not know one person on this hellsite that has started a fandom event that has NOT gotten at least some hate for it.

Read that again, just for trying to do something nice. It takes a thick skin to "survive," it shouldn't be this way in a place we come to have fun, but sadly, it does.

Some advice:

Everyone - and I mean everyone - me included... we're not mindreaders. If you are, stop wasting your time here and go profit off that shit. That anon you got? You are SO SURE you know who it is? You don't. I mean, you might be right... but with the way people play games here? There is a good chance you don't. I've done this shit myself. When I'm wrong, I say it, and I learn from it. And this is a lesson learned. Unless you're tracking that IP, baby, you don't know. And if you do start tracking IPs, fasten up... you're going to be in for some shocks... and not the good kind.

STOP the hypocrisy. You don't get to have a minor meltdown and put someone on the do not engage/enemy for life list because their cousin in a fandom 3 times removed is using a FC that you used once in 2017... and their cousin has no clue... then a month later defend your BFF when they do the same thing. If you slam someone because their MC got a cat, because your MC got a cat first (and clearly, you're the ONLY one in the fandom whose MC can have a cat <- sarcasm) don't get pissed when someone thinks you had your MC get married at Christmas just because they did it first. Maybe, in addition to stopping the hypocrisy, we should start giving others the benefit of the doubt? If we expect it, then maybe we should give it, too. Again, this applies to all... even me... so stop playing the fandom's favorite game of "I know who she's talking about." Trust. You don't.

Stop worrying about other people's HCs. None of our characters are real, but the people behind them are. Don't like their ideas? You don't have to. The world doesn't exist to please any of us. Please learn what fandom is. We're here to make canon our own. Don't like it? Don't read it. Don't like someone? Don't interact with them. But don't send them hate. Don't tell others they can't befriend them. Just ... be an adult.

If you want to read someone, read them. Want to reblog? Do it. Afraid someone will be pissed about it? Fuck them, and you really may want to consider if you want them in your orbit if they are putting this pressure on you. For the record, I will never give a shit about who anyone reads or doesn't read... this wasn't a life lesson... this is one I've always known, and can't believe we're so petty about here.

Lose the goddamn victim complexes... and to those who are dealing with people with victim complexes... watch closely. That shit's not normal. And don't waste your precious time trying to convince people of who you are. Be genuine. Be direct (god, we need more of that here), and be yourself. Everyone won't like you, and that's ok because the ones who should be around you will.

I wrote this to get it off my chest. I'll probably delete it later. I don't want comments. I set it so it can't be reblogged. If people want to share it... TRUST this fandom knows how to screenshot VERY well. I'll make them work for it.

I'm just so sick and fucking tired of the nonsense here... aren't you?

#fandom bullshit #personal #will delete #at somepoint #just over it

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wilt3d-r0zes · 10 months

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Fic Name (and link): Feel Like I Could Die Today Series: Lab Rats Characters: Chase Davenport, Marcus Davenport Pairings: N/A Trigger Warnings: Sensory Overload, Autistic Meltdown, Vivid Descriptions of Self Harm Urges (things like ripping your skin off, acid, etc) Important Tags: Autistic Chase Davenport, Autistic Meltdown, Angst, Good Brother Marcus Davenport, Hurt/Comfort, Redeemed Marcus Davenport, Takes Place After Elite Force is Founded. Summary: Protip: Don't spend 12hrs working on code. I don't care if you're bionic, don't do it. Or, I watched Free Guy and was liike wow. Keys is literally so autistic. I wonder if there's any fanfiction of him being autistic and there WAS. Exactly one beautifully written meltdown fic and i was like imma do that imma write a fic inspired by this so i did. (It's linked as the inspiration o7) (title is from A Little Bit Off by Five Finger Death Punch)

Inspired By:

shaking hands

by Anonymous

Chase stared at the computer in his lap. At the screen of code he's been agonizing over for who knows how long. The program wasn't working. It definitely should be, he's gone over the code four times trying to find whatever error he missed but it's yielding nothing but increased frustration when he tests it and nothing happens.

The only option he really has is to restart. But this is hours of work-- hours of slaving over this stupid little laptop that he'd lose because of what's probably one line of code he missed and can't find. He hates restarting, loathes losing hours of progress on a 'first draft.'

A hand lands on his shoulder, one that's hard and identifiable as Marcus based purely on the fact it's made mostly out of metal. Despite this, his synthetic skin burns against Chase-- which, of course, isn't possible unless he developed a new bionic ability and decided to turn on him-- again-- but chances are pretty low that that's happened.

(Again.)

Still, he shrugs off the hand, turning back to look at the android with wide eyes. Marcus stares back at him with a blank expression, one he wears more often than not now that he's stopped putting up a facade of human emotional responses. "When's the last time he slept?"

Chase just turns back around. He doesn't need this right now, he needs to finish this project. He said he could finish it in a few hours, and it's already well beyond that mark. This program could help take a massive load off Adam, Leo and Marcus until other locations are finished and more mission overseers can be promoted. Hell, it'll even help after that happens.

He scrolls back to the top of the project, trying to scan the code- just one more time- but finds himself squinting beyond diagrams, theories, digital post-it notes and warnings on his information hud. He can barely read any of the letters, numbers and symbols that were supposed to create something helpful but sit there like a useless pile of junk.

Chase swings the mouse over to the New Project button near the top, the sound of plastic on the countertop a grating swoosh of agony that's so much louder than it ever had any right to be.

(Why didn't Douglas give him an on/off switch for his bionics?)

He ground his teeth, a habit that he'd been doing since before he started highschool and one day is going to cost him his teeth. "Dude," Marcus starts, his voice like a freight train in Chase's ear-- it's enough to make him flinch, so the next thing Marcus says he, evidently, turns the volume down so low you wouldn't be able to hear it unless you took his voice box out and put your ear right up next to it, "How long have you been out here?"

Chase continues to glare at the code, another thing popping up on his HUD. The time. 2:32. He'd been working on this for nearly twelve hours.

(Teach him to think "Oh, one more hour can't hurt." Really, he should've learned that six years ago. Probably longer.)

His hands falter, and he pulls them away from the computer enough to notice how much he's shaking, the trembling through his entire body that feels like low-blood sugar and a panic attack had a baby.

(Ew.)

Without the mouse in his hand and the keyboard underneath his fingers, grounding him to the real world and giving him something to focus on, he's overcome with the sudden urge to bang his head on the counter he's working on. Again, this would yield little no results other than pain, and he's overwhelmed enough as it is.

Instead, he reaches his shaking hands up to run through his hair, only to catch the strands in his hand and yank. His scalp burns where he pulls hairs out completely, but he can't bring himself to stop, slowly dragging his still-gripped mess of semi-gelled hair until his slimy hands cover his eyes and he wants nothing more than to be drowned in a vat of acid to get rid of the feeling.

But there are no vats of acid for him to drown himself in, so instead he finds himself standing from the desk with little more than the thought of getting away from the danger of his own senses. Then, he’s standing in the medbay.

The lights are off, and with Douglas gone to the Elite Force and nobody actively injured, it’s empty. Marcus has evidently followed him, something he didn’t notice in the walk in his panic to get out.

His shoes squeak when he tries to rock onto the balls of his feet, a screaming sound that genuinely brings up warning on his HUD. His hands find their way to his arms, too-long nails digging into them. Without the focus of his computer or the code in front of him, all he wants to do is scream and hit things– anything, something to distract from the sensory overload that makes his very skin feel horrible.

Marcus grabs him when his hand first makes contact with his shoulder, solid arms wrapped around him and burying his face in unscented clothes. He squirms, and eventually he finds himself sinking to the floor with Marcus still wrapped around him. His throat burns and his hands hurt, and he doesn’t have the foggiest idea why.

His face is wet, and a sound he can’t identify with his bionics working overtime makes him drag his throbbing hands to his ears. His throat burns, like he got rugburn on his vocal cords. His head hits solid metal, but it doesn’t make the feelings go away. Abruptly, he realizes he’s screaming. The realization makes him snap his mouth shut, carelessly clacking his teeth together so his brain rattles and his jaw aches. A whimper follows and his squirming reignites until Marcus tightens the arms wrapped around him.

He slumps, a broken sob raking along his strained throat. The fight suddenly leaking out of him so he’s just laying against his brother, crying. He feels pathetic, suddenly. Useless– freaking out over a program that would take only a few hours to rewrite.

He opens his mouth to apologize, but all that comes out is a breath of hot air. Above him, he hears things whirr when Marcus activates his voice box and fan, “It’s alright.”

His volume is still low, though it doesn’t grate any more than it would’ve three hours ago. The fan whirring to life makes his chest rumble slightly, a layer of surprisingly calming sensory input that makes Chase wish he hadn’t already slumped so he could simply melt away the tension still writhing in his muscles.

“I know how it is, don’t worry about it,” Marcus continues, chest mimicking the way it’s supposed to move when a human talks, “We can stay here as long as you need.”

One good thing about Marcus being an android: he doesn’t really get bored easily. He really could sit here with Chase for the next few hours with plenty to entertain him, having full access to the internet. He once told them that he could bring up games on his HUD– something Chase is forever jealous about.

However long they lay there, with Marcus positively compressing his brother, it’s long enough for Chase to doze off into a dreamless sleep, where Marcus picks him up and deposits him on the couch in the mentors quarters and settles in on the chair to watch tv until he wakes up.

#lab rats #lab rats elite force #marcus davenport #chase davenport #lref #lr:ef #autism #autistic chase davenport #meltdown #sensory overload #autistic meltdown #fanfiction #fanfic #archive of our own #ao3 #wilt3d-libr4ry

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OMG IM SO EXCITED TO THIS INSTALMENT ARGHHHH I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT AS MUCH AS I DO

Word count : 4k

Warnings : mention of food and dieting , Weed

IM SO EXCITED

Mattys POV

(A week or so has gone by since last instalment)

Oh my god things have been wild lately, George is finally visiting today he's going to be here for at least ten days I believe and I can't bloody wait for it. I couldn't sleep last night we were up all night on FaceTime, he fell asleep eventually because he "didn't wanna look like complete shit when we first met", which is stupid because he can't look bad in anyway , to me. His train was due at 4 this afternoon but since I hadn't slept I had started getting ready at 7am , showered, dressed in skinny jeans and a floral shirt that I'm sure I stole from my mum once upon a time and my Docs because what else would I wear, I had spent at least half an hour just trying to make sure my hair didn't look like a damn bird nest or that I'd been dragged through a hedge backwards, brushed my teeth and even had some breakfast. It was now 8:30 and I'm pacing, like actually pacing because I hate waiting. He'd texted me this morning but he doesn't want to show me his outfit because he wants it to be a surprise so in turn I said I wouldn't show him mine which is hell because I love this shirt so much and love showing it off. On what feels like my fifth lap of the house my dad had tried to convince me to sit down for a bit but even if I did it would be roughly five minutes before I was up and moving again. So in turn he'd asked if I wanted to go for a drive which I accepted gratefully. I think he was taking me to Tesco to pick up some stuff for dinner later.

We were just walking around the shop my dad pushing the trolley and me just shoving literally anything in it. "So this lad then, George is it?" , I nod with a smile on my face. "What are we to call him, like is he your boyfriend or just a friend who you like, or just a normal friend". My dads just amazing always trying to understand things

"For now he's just a friend that I like but Um we're somewhat both interested in one another but haven't asked the question yet, so please don't call him my boyfriend yet because I haven't asked and don't want to scare him away yet", I throw at least five packets of noodles into the trolley. "He likes noodles , is that enough or should I get more?"

"Son , your gunna work yourself into a headache just breath okay, I'm sure everything is going to be just fine" , I take a few deep breaths and we continue on through the shop. Stopping to drop a few more things in.

"Uh Dad, Would it be okay if we got some alcohol?, I promise I won't over do it" , I know he probably can't trust a word I say because I can't prove that I won't but I really want him to trust me.

"I'll be honest lad , I think we'll have to ask your mum first and we can come back later if she says it's okay" , we just ponder around a few more isles and drop random things into the trolley "you haven't smoked today have you!"

"Not yet no , why?"

"Would you like to drive the car home ?" , we loading stuff onto the check outs , I do have my lisence I got it last year and I do have a car but my mum and dad took my keys after the crash with Janey because they didn't trust me in the car unless I was with one

of them.

"Are you sure dad!"

"If you'd like son , just be careful yeh?"

"Oki thank you dad , honestly thank you", I threw my arms around him and he held me just for a second and we made our way to the checkouts putting all the items through and packing them up, I'm a little meticulous about the packing and how to do it so dad just lets me do it my way "Also da , we need to go to the pharmacy my medication is ready to pick up"

"Which ones is it where picking up today lad ?" , we'd picked up like 2 other ones this week but I think they were for anxiety and anti-sickness but these ones are just supplements for food.

"Just food equivalent to help me get my appetite back like the ones I had years ago" , my dad payed for the food swiping his card across the card reader and waved goodbye too the cashier as we leave and as he's packing up the car I jump in the front seat and get myself accustom with the steering and gears again.

"You all ready then Son", he jumps into the passenger side and buckled up eager to see how well I do

"As I'll ever be ,I guess"

The drive to the pharmacy wasn't to bad to be fair, I'm still a pretty good driver and my dad said I did well so I'm happy about that. I didn't want to go in again for like the 3rd day running so Dad went in for me giving me a second to just breath and reply to George. Last message I got he was still getting ready he doesn't have to leave for the station till around about 1 and it's only 9:30, I think we both just got a little to eager.

MATTY: my dad let me drive !!!!

GEORGE: yeh ?, how did you do?

MATTY: haven't driven in a while so thought I'd mess up a little but it actually went okay, we've been to Tesco to get food for the next few days , we're at the pharmacy now and then where going home and I think I'm going to tidy my room cuz it's an actual pigsty might ask mum to help

GEORGE : don't have to tidy for me love, my rooms a shit tip

MATTY: I will anyway

As my dad came back I slid my phone back into my pocket he handed me my medicine to make sure it was the right thing because he really had no idea what is was called , neither did I to be honest but it looked right so I just flung it on the dashboard and we made our way back home

We unpacked the bags in the kitchen as Loius ran around looking literally as excited as I felt as he'd grown to really like George too they interacted a lot over the past week , and when I told him George was coming to visit he got so darn happy he climbed up onto the middle island in the kitchen and watched us unpack

"How long till Georgie is here Maffu ?"

"He's coming today little dude but it's still a long time yet" , after unpacking the last bag I pick loius up and manoeuvre him so he's on my back, and I carry him back up stairs and flip him onto my bed " you gunna help Maffu clean up ?"

"I don't wanna tidy Maffu but I'll watch", he's always just soooo me and it makes me laugh and ruffle his hair again as he looks up at my with the big smile and those big blue eyes.

"That's okay, can you get Mummy for me then"

"Oki", he jumps back off the bed and runs through the house , leaving me stood in the middle of the room looking around trying to figure out where to start, it really is such a mess in here, mugs and plates everywhere, piles of clothes, shoes just milking around , stacks and stack of books , dvds and cds and my bed isn't even made. I get lost in my thoughts when I here a knock on my door that makes me jump.

"Sorry love didn't mean to startle you, what was it you needed me for?"

"Can you possibly help me tidy up in here , I don't know where to start and it's so bad" , she looks around just as baffled as me, then strides over and pulls me into a hug.

"Love ,what happened in here?"

"I just haven't had the effort or will power to clean up Mum, sorry" , I hug her close and then as we separate herself we both look around and make a mental note on where to start

"Right first of all love , take all the dishes downstairs and ask you dad if he can clean them up , then come back up and we can sort your clothes out okay", I nod and then get to picking up the cups and plates grimacing when I realise how bad it actually is. I run downstairs with the dirty plates and mugs dropping them carefully into the sink, then run back up the stairs two at a time to help mum. "What clothes are clean and what aren't love ?"

"Most of its clean it just needs to be folded and put away really", it takes me a few more seconds to actually sit down and start folding a pile that was next to where I stood, Im so bad at keeping up with cleaning it bores me. I noticed mum stand up and start putting clothes into drawers and stops to look at something already in the drawer

"Matty , love what are these?”

I drop the shirt I was folding onto the floor as I know exactly what she was talking about as I know what I’d been hiding in that drawer, I scratch the back of my neck as I breath in ALL the air that was in the room and try to piece a reply together. My mouth opens and closes a few times but no words leave my mouth.

“Matty love?”

“It’s nothing important Mum, just put it back please” , I take three big stride across to her and place my hands around the books “Mum seriously it’s nothing”

She did let me take them and shove them back the drawer as she takes a tentative seat on my bed and pats the space next to her. “Sit down for a minute please my love” , once I’ve got the books properly back into the drawer and place myself down next to her. “Can you please tell me why you feel the need to have books about dieting love”.

“It’s not important Mumma , it doesn’t mean anything, I just have them”

“First off Matty , I’ve been keeping an eye on everything to do with your eating habits for a while and I know there not very good , your skin and bone love , and you only ever call me Mumma when your anxious , so please you know I’m not going to be mad , can you please explain to me why?”

I know she won’t be mad and I know it’s not something that’s that big of a deal but its still scary to talk about , so as I think of the right words to say I just ponder in my mind what I need and look around my room as I try to explain. “It’s just about the element of control , I was losing control of everything in my life and I was freaking out so bad you know , like I had zero semblance of control, but then I found a book at school about diets like I know people diet duh , but um when I read it, a lot of it was about how people diet to gain control over something, so I tried and I read a lot of them but then I even lost control of that and I’m scared again so I hid them so I wasn’t as embarrassed about losing control of even that and people wouldn’t ask if they saw and I wouldn’t ave to talk about it”

“Matty , I know things are hard right now love , and I’m proud that your talking to me , but why couldn’t you tell me earlier”

“I don’t know Mum really, I guess I just didn’t know how to” , I got back up from my bed and went back over to the drawer taking the books back out and contemplated them for a while. “Can you take them Mum”

“What would you like me to do with them?”

“Just don’t let me have them I guess , I’m going to try to get better , Dr Adrian gave me the medication for it and I’m gunna work harder at everything I promise”. I get back to the cleaning of my room “Mum?”

“Yes love”

“I’m sorry for how I’ve been lately and I’m sorry for worrying everyone, I also appreciate you for letting George come because he really helps me be a better version of myself and I really hope you can see that when he’s here , I know I haven’t known him that long but he really does help me”

“I’m so glad that you’ve found someone that you can talk to Matty , you don’t have to apologise everyone goes through hard times , you’ve just got to pick yourself up and if you need help keep talking , be it to me or George or your dad even Louis , I know he’s just a kid but even if you talk you’ll feel better”

“Thank you”

It takes us a few more hours to tidy up my room it really was a state , and I talked to my Mum the whole time about how I felt about everything and anything. When we had finished the tidying and cleaning up it looked like a completely different room I hadn’t seen it like this in at least a month.

It’s now 12:30 and although I’m more than excited to see George the restlessness was starting to get to me again, George had informed me he was on his way to the train station now his train was at 2 and it took him an hour to get to the station. It was getting harder to not be nervous because I was really just watching the time tick by. I’d rolled a joint after I’d finished cleaning my room but hadn’t got round to smoke it yet because dads trying to keep me busy until we have to go because he knows if I’m just sitting waiting then I’m going to get irritable. With this being the first time I’d had a break today I decided to just let them know I’m going for a smoke. So now I’m just sat outside on the front porch relaxing as I smoke the joint.

Matty: I’m so nervous darling x

George: I’m actually shutting a brick 😂 , would your dad mind if I went for smoke when I got off the train or would he wanna get going straight away ?x

Matty: He won’t mind , I’m sure he’d understand

George : I’ll be grand then , will you be waiting for me on the platform or will I meet you outside.

Matty : I’ll wait on the platform you dick😂

George : thanks love x

I slide my phone back into my pocket and finish my joint before making my way inside, I know it’s lunchtime and I should eat but I’m not the hungry yet but Louis came running through to the kitchen and attached himself to my leg “How long now Maffu” , I picked him up and put him on the counter while messing up his hair, he’s got a lollipop hanging out his mouth so I didn’t really catch what he said, I took the sweat out of his mouth for a second.

“What was that kid ?”

He smiled a lopsided grin at me and rolled his eyes dramatically , so much like me. “How long till Georgie is here silly?”, I gave him back his sweet and he shoved it back into his mouth even though I was just holding it my hand was sticky so I turned the tap on and started washing my hands

“He’s getting on the train really soon , then daddy and I will go get him , do you want to come too?”, he again smiled at me his eyes growing to the size of bowling balls and he take his sweet out of his mouth again.

“Can I ?”

“If you want too kiddo , just finish up with your sweet and wash your hands and then we can talk cuz that’s going to take you ages to eat”

“I don’t want it anymore, you have it” , he went to hand it to me but I told him that’s it’s okay and just to put it in the bin , he runs back over to me, I lift him up and help him wash his hands. “Will George play with me when he comes ??”

“I’m sure he will Kiddo”

I spent the next few hours just playing about with Louis , on the play station, watching tv with him , helped him with some homework that he had left around about 2:30 he fell asleep on my lap while we were watching the TV , George had texted me saying that he was now on the train half an hour ago, and we should be leaving in an hour because it doesn’t all to long from ours to get to the station here, so I took Louis idea into consideration and tried to take a nap myself which in theory maybe wasn’t the best idea but I was starting to get tired so that I did , I set an alarm on my phone for 45 minutes so I could get my head down for a little while. I layed myself down trying not to disturb Louis and sleep consumed me

My alarm woke us both up at 3:15 , Louis was not too happy with it, he was still tired and he was throwing a little hissy fit “hey kiddo , I know your tired and I know you wanted to come to pick Georgie up but you need to calm down for me so we can get ready to go can you find your shoes for me ay ?” , he just clung to me his tiny frame shaking as he cried “hey hey hey it’s okay , you can have another nap you know , come on kiddo no need for tears”

“But I’m still sleepy , I wanna go bed” , as I got myself he was still clinging to me so I decided to take him upstairs to bed his head was resting on my shoulder the whole time. “Maffu , is it okay if I just stay here”

“It’s okay kiddo , just get a big nap for me and when you wake up George will be here and you can play all day yeh” , he nodded against me as I lay him down on his bed and tucked him up and kissed his head

“I’ll see you later okay”

“Okay Maffu”

I got myself completely got my leather jacket from my room , checked to see if my dad was ready, he let me know that he was just going to finish his tea and then we’d get going. So I just waited by the door, annoying I know but I just wanted to get going. Once he was ready I raced out to the car like I was 7 again jumping into the passenger side as my dad made his way to driver seat and we got going. I couldn’t help my leg bouncing up and down anxiously the whole way there, I’d bitten my nails raw Mum would have killed me for it but dad doesn’t mind. I’d chain smoked the whole ride there out the window of course and really it wasn’t that bad the train station was just half an hour away so it was really not to bad. We got to the station with 15 minutes to spare so I checked my hair in the middle mirror of the car and started fussing with my outfit until my dad told me again that I looked absolutely fine and to stop worrying , I sat and waited for literally only two minutes before I decided I just wanted to go in and wait so I just told my Dad that I’d let him know when I’ve got George and we’re going to have a smoke before we come back, he gave me a quick nod and smile before I got out and made my way inside

Inside the station was so busy, people milling about the place, so much sounds and smells, it was so hot in there as well but I tried to gather myself and push through I saw that the train from London was going to be arriving on platform 3, I started making my way there but there was quite a lot of people waiting there aswell and I could feel myself getting anxious and my nerves were getting the best of me so I hung back and just sent George a quick message letting him know that I am inside but I’m not on the platform because it looked busy, he replied not to long free to let me know that it was okay and he’d call me once he departed the train and I could let him know where I was which helped me alot. I decided to wait outside WHSmith a small convenience store that was off to the side of the platforms , True to his word after a small five minutes more of waiting my phone started to buzz in my hand and George’s contact appeared on my screen

“Hey there”

“Hiya love , that’s me just coming off , where is it your at ?, you doing okay it’s not to busy for you is it ?”

“I’m stood outside smiths , I’m okay for now it’s not to busy round here I’ll be okay, I just really can’t wait to see you now”

“I’ll can see it , from where Im at so I should be there in no time at all handsome”

I couldn’t help but smile , my heart was racing , basically jumping out of my chest in anticipation, I could hardly wait, there wasn’t much conversation going on between us we were both just keeping an eyes out for each other, He soon caught my eye “I can see you , you lanky fuck”, despite feeling nervous and anxious about everyone around us the fact that I could see him sent a jolt of pure joy through me and I felt my legs starting to race to him. As I began running to me I could see the moment he clocked me and he just dropped his suitcase open his arms to me and I ran into his arms and burried my face in his chest pushing my phone into my pocket without even hanging up. We stayed there in each other arms for what felt like an age not saying anything just holding each other and it felt so right

“Hiya handsome” , I pulled away first but not all the way just enough so I could look up and his and the smile on his face was everything I needed to feel relaxed. I could feel the blush rising on my cheeks already. “Jesus , you really ARE a lanky twat aren’t ya” his smile grew bigger if that was even possible and we giggled to each other and he pulled me closer to him

Once we’d sorted ourselves out taking at least another five minutes just holding one another we were just stood line idiots smiling at each other and he eventually picked his suitcase back up and I’d sorted my phone in my pocket I took his hand and lead him outside to the smoking area.

“Babe , you looks so cool, by the way” , I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard the word babe leave his mouth and it had my blushing even more than I thought humanly possible and I took his hand that was in mine and kissed it as we both giggled again.

“You look so fit”

#matty healy #george daniel #adam hann #ross macdonald #the 1975 #gatty #the 1975 fic

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constantvariations · 1 year

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V9C10

Here it is, folks. Season finale of the worst RWBY season to ever be made. Yee to the haw

Post Ep: nowhere near as offensive as what I was expecting but holy exposition dump Batman

Noticing this one is 26 minutes long as opposed to last ep’s 16. Thank fuck, I was genuinely worried the finale was going to be bite sized

I swear on every god ever made that if I hear that damn question again I Will Find People

Having this flashback right after the numerous cliffhangers of the last episode is really strange. Unless this is something Ruby is seeing after touching the axe, then this should not be front and center

Is Summer’s hair even long enough to pull off that rose knot? As the y/n protagonist always throwing their hair in a messy bun, I’m no expert on hairstyles, but every time I’ve seen a hair design like that, it’s always been with hair down to the shoulder blades at least

What the hell is that line “I always prefer discretion”? It sounds so unnatural coming from these people and that awkward chuckle afterword cringed my spine into a pretzel. This couple with a child and possible marriage feel like awkward dates at the prom

Why are the mouth animations for smiles this season so damn weird? I wouldn’t be surprised if the animators forgot what a smile looks like considering their circumstances Also does Raven look off to anyone else? I can’t put my finger on it but it’s not quite the same as her V5 model Also also, this makes it really fucking stupid that Yang’s original purpose to finding Raven was to get information on Summer and IT WAS NEVER FOLLOWED THROUGH

OKAY Ruby was seeing it! Thank fuck they got SOMETHING right

Someone put some damn captions on this bitch. I should not be hearing the kits messing with the recycling more than the dialogue

Ruby hasn’t been violent when upset since Weiss and the tree in V1 iirc. Strange trait to bring back now, but aight Also, how the fuck do you get “give up” from “maybe you ain’t the only bitch with this problem.” That’s some Reed Richards stretching right there

Aaaaaaaand back to fucking Jaune. It amuses me that characters who ire me intensely get “fucking” added to their name like an honorific

Alyx’s hair straight up looks like the dusters I use to clean fiber out of the machines at work

Blake straight up did nothing for the solid ten seconds Nyeo attacked her lmaooo

Hey, look! Team attacks! When the fuck did those get strategized?

Listen, I genuinely feel bad for Neo here. I don’t care about the bullshit of last episode; no one deserves to have their body violated like that

Holy fuck that is a visual monstrosity my eyes are fucking burning

“Your time is running out” bitch the caterpillar got a whole day or two, why does Ruby get like. 2 hours max?

God can they stop with the bees we get it theyre canon stop the fucking bees I’m developing a goddamn allergy at this point

Hey, Weiss ain’t the first one to have her aura broken for once!

Feels stupid cheap to have Ruby choose herself because of a thing her mom said while she was asleep a decade ago instead of Ruby actually going through options and debating until she realizes that she can’t/doesn’t want to be anyone else Like. Nothing really happened to make her switch from suicidal to accepting? She saw a flashback, had a vague conversation with the blacksmith, and looked at some weapons. Where is the development? Why is she suddenly okay with being Ruby Rose again when five minutes ago she drank the tea? The biggest thing so far is the flashback, but that’s stupid. Her mother’s impact should NOT be that great considering she a) hasn’t been around for the majority of Ruby’s life, therefore the only tie between them is blood relations and b) was JUST revealed to have left the family willingly for secret reasons

The music is dope though. Red Like Roses has always been one of my favorites

The “We Love Ruby! <3″ lines delivered one by one is so damn awkward. Is this an after school special? Weren’t these the exact kinds of lines that Weiss said LAST EPISODE were unhelpful to Ruby due to the pressure they inadvertently put on her?

Once again, I am asking what the fuck the Neojabbers are since her semblance is MIRROR ILLUSIONS not PHYSICAL TRANSFORMATION. Like, glad that even the heroes are horrified by someone being eaten alive, but it still doesn’t make any sense Also what’s going to happen to Wonderland without Curious as its monitor or whatever? How are the folks who can’t reach the tree without help going to ascend? Is this a good thing or is it going to send Wonderland into an unbalanced nightmare?

“[Neo] will find herself.” Uh huh. Sure MKEK. That’s the reason Neo’s staying in Wonderland instead of charging after Cinder with the force of a thousand suns. Y’all really dragged my dead gay son into this mess for this horseshit

“I like to think we did at least a little good.” Exactly when did you guys help anybody? All I can think of is that stupid cheese root from the first episode

If Little follows them into Remnant I’m throwing RT into the ocean. Especially if they don’t let Juniper come along. That dude is the only mf in this season that didn’t get fucked over

Is this one-by-one dialogue about another character’s traits going to be a thing? I’m already sick of it

Somewhat. That’s the new name. Why couldn’t they go with the standard Socks or Blue or Kai or insert other silly common nb name here. Do you know how difficult it’s going to be making that sound natural?

I genuinely am uncomfortable at this reunion. Ruby’s incredibly emotional but Somewhat is just kinda there. Reminds me way too much of meeting someone who knew me as a kid and get way too intimate because of that (it happened a lot since my grams raised like. half the town back in the day) Did they really just throw this in to throw it in? What’s the point of this deeply creepy scene other than answering the question of “what happened to Little?”

Nooo bring Juniper with you!!! They’re the only good character!!!

Hold hands and jump at the same time. Reach the ground at different times. Aight

So the gods were originally Afterans? “The tree’s earliest blossoms.” That raises so many fucking questions: how did Remnant come to be if it’s an entirely separate dimension(?) from Wonderland? What connects the two? Are the entities in the relics Afterans as well? If so, are they in the relics willingly? Were they created by the brothers or the tree? Does this make the tree the source of all life as they know it? What powers the tree? If Wonderland goes to shit, will that affect Remnant and any other playgrounds the brothers or other gods might have made?

These mfs really using Mr Monty’s words to justify their shitty god tier writing?

Why did the brothers build modern human houses for the animal creatures instead of creature specific housing (a dam for beavers, a nest for birds, etc)? This seems to be early stages of life so I don’t think you need to delve straight into Craftsman architecture

The jabber origin is so dumb. These idiot brothers tried to design a lawnmower and made Jason Voorhees Also, that doesn’t even make sense. Wonderland is a self contained ecosystem where all energy essentially gets recycled. The jabber disrupts that by permanently ending whoever it gets its chompers on. This would make more sense if we saw new life coming in, but so far it seems like all the tree creations happened back in the day and everything now is a brother creation. Since we’ve yet to see any evidence of their return, this means that there is a finite amount of life in Wonderland, meaning that the jabber, given enough time, could end all life within because it has no other purpose and no counterbalancing force Though, since Neo killed(?) the jabber, does this mean there is no force working for or against the living in Wonderland? Seriously, what the fuck is going to happen here?

“True balance requires only love and the patience to see things through to the end.” Tell me you’re begging for a v10 greenlight without telling me you’re begging for a v10 greenlight That’s not even remotely true because balance, especially among the sentient, requires EFFORT and COOPERATION. Or did y’all already forget your “trust in love” season got people murdered?

LITTLE DIDN’T EVEN FUCKING DO ANYTHING JFC THEY WERE SEXY LAMPING THE WHOLE SEASON

Jaune is young again. Many shocking. Much wow

“When you are needed most.” It better be in that fucking desert y’all dumped two whole ass cities in with only like. 4 trained warriors against a horde of grimm in a sandstorm

Nope! That would’ve been too straining on the budget much of a downer to end on. Still shot of Sepia - I mean, Vacuo and that’s it! Show’s over, folks!

I can’t discern a single word but I like the ending song lol

THESE MFS REALLY ADVERTISING THE JL CROSSOVER AFTER THE EP OHMYGODDDDDDDDD

#rwde #suicide mention tw #I truly have no words for this lmao #i am exhausted #hope you fucking burn rt #and may your cult fanatics burn with you

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circecallen · 11 months

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La doleur Exquise pt.5

summary: you go to the premiere of the film and you start to see Johnny in a different way

warning: none

word count: 1276

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

- Do you think I could borrow the dress later? Calvin Klein is one of my favourite designers.

The call weirded me out, I'm not going to lie. I was getting ready for the afternoon when Amy called. We have barely spoken in class, but I’m not surprised she’s calling me now. The announcement of the movie premiere was made a while ago, and the whole town is excited that Winona is going. I don't want to draw attention to myself, as I would never have imagined that I could be invited to this kind of situation, and yet, in just a few hours, I'll be getting my hair and make-up done by several people, which is exciting and I'm curious to know what these kinds of galas are like.

- I'm not sure, you usually have to return them after the event, unless you buy them.

- Well, that's a shame - the voice on the phone sounds slightly disappointed but quickly regains interest -. Are there any famous actors? - They recently let people know who the main actors were. Until then, Winona hadn't been able to talk to anyone about who she was acting with, or what the film was about. Except for her parents and me, of course.

- You know I have no idea who's famous now, but apart from Johnny Depp, there's Michael Hall, Diane Wiest and Alan Arkin.

I'm so proud of myself. I remembered all the names.

-Oh, Jonny Depp. You know, I'd take the chance to hook up with him-

-He's with Mona? - the statement comes out in the form of a question out of disbelief.

- So what? You can't deny he's handsome as hell. I would be head over heels.

-Even if I liked him, he's with my best friend, I want what's best for her, not to make her miserable - I snort.

-What difference does it make? It's Johnny Depp. One shag, you're in the papers and you're the next big thing - I look at the phone. What an idiot. I hang up without saying goodbye.

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I follow the rest of the actors as they turn away from the cameras and flashbulbs and head for a door. I keep taking in the surroundings, the crowds of people milling around, the screaming fans and the journalists asking questions that go unanswered when a man stops me.

- Just actors.

- I'm in the film.

- Lead actors only.

The man gives me a disdainful look and I can't help but be annoyed by his stare. I look over his shoulder and see how the rest of my friends have passed.

- Please step out of here.

- Where am I supposed to go? I've been invited to the premiere- he smiles haughtily as if I'm trying to sneak in and he's caught me.

- Please don't make the situation complicated- I guess his intentions, but I don't react quickly enough and he grabs my arm roughly.

- Don't touch me - it comes out more rudely than I'd like, but he's starting to get on my nerves.

-Is there a problem? - I recognise the smell of citrus and woody notes. Johnny steps between us-. She's coming with us- he adds, staring at the way he's grabbing me. I pull away, glaring angrily at the security guard. Moron. He pretends to apologise but I can tell from the look on his face that he couldn't care less.

- I wasn't informed, I apologise - and stepping aside, he goes on to stop anyone without an invitation.

- Are you all right? - asks Johnny.

-What do you care? - I know he's not to blame for what just occurred, but I'm still upset about what just happened and how the man treated me. Before he can say anything else, I walk through the door they didn't intend to let me through. Instead of following the various directional signs, I continue forward, getting as far away as possible.

A long staircase is all I find. I sigh. It'll have to do.

Grabbing the bottom of my dress, I climb them, until I reach the roof.

Stupid guard.

I reach the top of the building, the roof is a fascinating space offering a panoramic view of the city. The fresh air and light breeze cool my face, and I realise how hot my face is.

From here, I can look out over the vastness of Westwood. Houses and houses and a few blocks of multi-storey buildings, all lit up with lights. I can hear the hubbub below, the murmur of people and the hum of cars.

I want to go home. I shouldn't have come.

- So here you are.

I tense for a moment but as I turn around, I calm down.

- I thought you were that guard- I say, looking back at the starry night. If he makes a gesture, I don't see it -. What are you doing here anyways, don't you have to go to the premiere?

- It's just brunch now, the presentations aren't until later. I wanted to make sure you were okay- I feel Johnny's presence beside me.

- I'm fine, I just came here... to smoke - I lie. I don't even know what I'm doing here. I don't know why I haven't followed the rest of the cast. When I'm frustrated, I prefer to be alone, but this wasn't the time to behave like a little girl.

Johnny looks me in the eye, and I notice a mocking smile.

-To smoke?- I look back at him defiantly. Of course, there's not a lighter in my bag, but he doesn't need to know that. His smile widens and at this moment I realise that I'm challenging Johnny Depp. One of the most famous actors in the world. All the jokes, and comments, and out for a drink hit me and suddenly, I'm embarrassed to be standing next to him. I look back at the queue that has formed outside the theatre.

- Are you going to tell me to quit because it's not good for me?

- Oh no, I'm not the kind of person who tries to convince someone to give up their bad habits. Besides, that wouldn't be very convincing coming from me, would it? - I smile faintly without looking at him- Y/N, I know today has been a bit of a struggle, but I want you to know that you're doing a great job handling all of this. Don't let comments like that discourage you.

He places his hand on mine. The cold touch of the gravel where my hands were resting disappears at his warm touch. My gaze fixes on his hand. Maybe it's because I'm still shaken by the way the guard has spoken to me in contrast to Johnny's gentleness, but how I wish for once he would stop giving me friendly gestures and hug me.

I want to apologise for the way I treated him earlier, I want to tell him that I really don't smoke, that I feel out of place with them and that the scene with the guard was no big deal, but he pointed out that, indeed, this is not my place. I don’t tell him that.

- You know, that brunch you were telling me about, sounds delicious.

I back away from his hand and he smiles. And when he gestures for me to go first up the stairs, I smile back and can't help but feel guilty about seeing Johnny Depp through different eyes for the first time.

#Johnny Depp #young johnny depp #johnnydeppxreader #oneshot #oneshotjohnnydepp #johnnydeppxyn #johnnydeppimagine #johnnydeppfanfic

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domdannyandrews · 5 months

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letters to nate

danny passes the time and anxiety by writing letters to his boyfriend while he's locked in a cell

mentions: @dom-i-nate @daisyblossomsub @switchingolliesmythe @switchreggie @noah-andrews

11.16.23

It's only been eight hours since you were taken, Ares. This might be a little pathetic of me, but I miss you already. Daisy and I both do. I'm incredibly aware that my experience is nothing compared to what you and Ollie are going through, but this feels like torture. I can't talk to you, touch you, kiss you - we haven't even been official for a month and I already feel like you're such a part of me that I can't be whole unless I know you're all right.

Which, I know is intense. I know I can be intense when it comes to how I feel about people. I've had a lot of self-control practice with Daisy, so I can tone all this down if I'm too much at any time. I know you've been through hell, and having a overenthusiastic golden retriever of a boyfriend might be a lot sometimes. You just have to let me know when I'm being too overwhelming.

Only exception is when you come back. I think I'm allowed to be a little overwhelming then. (Daisy just read this over my shoulder and laughed. Not sure if I should be insulted or not. I pinched her ass either way.)

71 hours.

11.17.23

Day 2. At least I got to see you for a little while today. I wanted to punch that fucking guard that made me leave you. And the one who put those marks on your beautiful body. As stupid as it would be, and I know it would be. I'm well aware of the consequences I would suffer - but none of that matters when it's you being hurt. Or Daisy, or Ollie, Noah, Reggie - you get the idea.

I need to stop thinking about it so I don't punch something. I went to the gym for a while after, wailed on the bag. My shoulders are killing me from how hard I went. I swear I wrapped my hands, but I guess my rage was stronger than wrap. Daisy gave me hell for coming back with a couple split knuckles. I honestly didn't even notice until she mentioned it. Blind rage can be fun like that.

All this to say - there's no limit I can think of to how I would go to bat for you, baby.

I gotta cut this short - it's late, and I would give anything to have you in my bed between our girl and me.

39 hours.

11.18.23

Day 3. Daisy had to hold me back while we were forced to watch that damn auction. You looked worse than yesterday. And Ollie - Daisy had to physically block me from running to him when I heard him scream for you. Neither of you are ever going back there. Not for one of these stupid trips, and definitely not for real. I don't care if I have to find a way to smuggle us all to some commune beyond the system's reach. It's not happening.

Speaking of - what are you looking to do after we get out of here? I always thought I would wind up running my dad's business, but when he passed away, I had to pivot. I couldn't do that and come here. His old supervisors have taken over, and while I'm cool with being part of the big decisions, I don't think I want to run it. I was thinking of trying to become a vet. I've always loved animals. It would be hard work, but I think it would be worth it to try. and the good thing about that is we don't have to be anywhere in particular. So if there's somewhere you want to go, or Daisy or (hopefully) Ollie, we can plan around that - because right now I can't see a future where you're not in it with me.

18 hours.

11.19.23

You'll be back in an hour. 60 minutes, and I can hold you again. Daisy and I have been losing our minds - but she's got everything set. I helped, I swear. I did the heavy lifting like laundry and all that.

Words can't describe how badly I need you back in my arms. How I need to see you and Daisy together, you and Ollie, to know this is real and not some dream. I know I'm jumping the gun, nothing is set in stone, but in my gut, this feels right, Nate. I'm not naive enough to think there won't be roadblocks or hard times. I just know this is worth it. We're worth it.

It hasn't even been half a year and I know I was meant to find you. There's no other explanation for how we just click. You're the reality check when I get too far ahead of myself. The brute strength when I can't summon my own. And I can't think of anything that would make me change my mind about you.

47 minutes.

This is crazy. It's sudden and wonderful and scary. I have to say this though, before I absolutely lose my mind. There's no pressure to say it back, because I want you to be sure if you ever say the words to me. But you need to know this.

I love you, Nate Mantle.

23 minutes.

See you soon, baby.

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