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“You need a teacher.”

I feel like I need to calm down I pump out too much Reylo fanart in short periods of time

TRUST CH 7

An Undertale Fanfiction

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / AO3 LINK
Characters: Sans, Grillby, Papyrus, Royal Doggies
Setting: Baby Blaster AU
Contains: SAD CHILDREN. Mentions of child abuse.
Synopsis: A little more light is shed into the children’s dark past. A family is created and an old warrior is called to aid.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS IS A DARK CHAPTER. CONTAINS SEVERE MEDICAL AND CHILD ABUSE. NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART.

PART SEVEN OF SIXTEEN+

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There is only one important thing here: He’s not useless. Everything his Lady asks of him, he completes with utmost perfection. And She makes certain to tell him that.

He is everything and anything She needs. He is so close to Her heart.

—-

The trick, Hawkmoth discovers, is to hide the akuma everywhere.

There’s akuma in their homes, in their mirrors, under their beds, until… someone swallows one.

It couldn’t have been more perfect if he had planned it, because this one comes from a broken home– broken hearted, broken spirited.

Adrien Agreste chokes on the butterfly, and it settles in his throat. Something fights Hawkmoth’s akuma, but it is too weak and too late. Adrien howls with the pain, but it doesn’t take long for him to be hollowed out and–

—-

What gets her, on the other hand, is watching someone she loves be hurt, and be completely and utterly unable to do a thing.

She’s not the only one to have realized who lost himself this time, and she is unable to be alone. To talk to him.

She hears about his life. How lost and teetering on the edge he’s always been. For a moment, a tiny moment, she doubts.

It’s all Hawkmoth needs.

—-

“Dear Doll?” his Lady’s voice is always soft and tinker-like. She cares for him so much. He kneels before Her, jerkily, as fast as his Strings allow. She sits before him, two steps up in this fancy house they’ve taken for themselves, and raises her hands in his direction, beckoning. “What would you like today?”

He hums, raising opaque eyes. “A romance, my Lady.”

She smiles, a distant bell-laugh from her candy-pink lips. Her wings flutter. “Come, Dear Doll. Rest your weary head on my lap, and let me spin you a Dream.”

He’s not sure why he calls Her ‘his Lady’, she is a Dreamy Butterfly. But it is always the title that slips from his mouth, like honey, like pollen, and he can see how it attracts this pretty, pretty, Butterfly. He settles at her feet, rests his head on her lap, even though his eyes never close.

Delicate, almost transparent fingers tangle in his hair, gliding through as easily as polished marble. She sings of epic romances and happy endings, of forever-afters and no evil villain or monster is left unscathed.

—-

Hawkmoth miscalculates.

Just as Adrien Agreste had fought, so did Marinette Dupain-Cheng. But she fought harder. Not entirely like the boy, no.

After all, the akuma snared her instantly with that tiny, terrible doubt. But he underestimated the girl and how strong she was in every aspect of self.

She loathed when people were hurting, she looked around herself and wanted to make all hurts be healed and nothing ever go wrong ever again.

Including Hawkmoth himself.

—-

Dreamy Butterfly is a lullaby of every happy wish anyone could ever ask for. She steps up to crying children, and makes them happy, with a song, a kiss, a treat or a caress.

Simulacrum is not quite surprised to see it works on adults, too.

They are all Sleeping Beauties, and Simulacrum sometimes allows his eyes to glide over the numerous forms blissfully dreaming in every corner of Paris.

The city sleeps forever.

—-

“Dear Doll, my poor, poor, Doll,” She kisses his cheeks, his forehead. For some reason, he knows She doesn’t quite dare kiss his mouth, “I am so sorry I cannot make you happy like them, my Beautiful Doll…”

Simulacrum can’t sleep. He has nothing inside to bring out when he closes his eyes. His Lady spins Dreams with her voice for him, and he is so, so grateful.

She is a Dream made real, diaphanous and soft, baby colors spinning across the crystals of her dress. Her wings arch to the sides, long and curled with the colors of miraculously stained glass. She needs no mask, aside a sprinkling of shine along her cheeks. All of her is crystal, her hair, her clothes, her skin.

Simulacrum pretends he cannot see the black tears and wounds under her Dream, painstakingly put together, because all She wants is for the world to be happy. He is happy to oblige her– or, well, indifferent.

He does as his Lady commands, and if she wants him happy, he will be happy.

—-

Note: uhm. It’s 3am and I pictured Marinette becoming the Butterfly that puts everyone to sleep so they can dream that their lives are perfect and they’ll always be happy. Er. For you, I guess. *slinks away*


Ah I hope its okay that I post this, because I think it’s really, really beautiful! I love the idea for Marinette’s akuma. And how the two think they’re still caring for the city, but in this warped, tragic way. I absolutely love it, thank you raiwalk so much for writing this!

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clarke & lexa | half light [3x03]

I know there’s no form, And no labels to put onto this thing we keep and dip into when we need

And I don’t have the right, to ask where you go at night

But the waves hit my head. To think someone’s in your bed.

I get a little bit Genghis Khan. I don’t want you to get it on

With nobody else but me…

i don’t ship any other variation of toriel/asgore but this au is ruining my LIFE

things I can enjoy as an ex-larrie:  other ships

I’m enjoying myself so much right now. I’m going through all the ships and relationships outside Larry and I’m having so, so much fun.

Elounor was just hella cute. They were so close and sweet together. Lilo? Hate-to-love, the best kind. Zarry, “he’s my rock”, need I say more? Lirry are brothers. Zouis, please reunite, I miss you. Narry, hug forever. Nouis, always having a laugh. Ziam, supporting the fuck out of each other. Niam, rock solid backbone of the band. Gryles, they just hit it off. Hell, even Haylor - I was a huge TS fan long before 1D even formed. But while Haylor lasted I was convinced I had to hate Taylor and Haylor. But now I’m intrigued, Harry was so interested in her, long before they became a couple, it could have been good but then it wasn’t. Why? Please, I need to know. I’m gonna go listen to 1989 again. Back when it came out I bought it but I couldn’t really enjoy it because I heard larrie voices in my head saying “it’s all fake, how can she be so ridiculous and believe Harry really cared about her, she’s all about PR” (they couldn’t decide on a story).

I’m shamelessly enjoying everything that was forbidden to enjoy in the larrie fandom. :)

Sans | Undertale Gijinka

Here’s a new reference sheet for Sans! Now guys, please be patient with the other gijinka reference sheets, this takes time ;w; Enjoy~!

tl;dr: vegetables and babysitting

I report back to you from my adventures in Oscar Isaac’s Early Filmography with a review of Won’t Back Down:

  • it’s about Women with Children Getting Shit Done, which as you know appeals to me as a genre
  • Oscar Isaac plays the Sexy Girlfriend role, where he is essentially Maggie Gyllenhal’s prize for being a good person who Works Hard and who Cares about Society. we all deserve nice things, right? 
  • she already has the best clothes, but why settle for that?
  • because you too deserve to be banging a hot ELEMENTARY SCHOOL TEACHER who LOVES THE KIDS and JUST WANTS TO TEACH! but he doesnt get the big picture about Society, you know? she does. she explains it to him. then he gets it. 
  • he brings food to her flat and cooks it
  • the food involves vegetables
  • is there a man in YOUR life who spontaneously cooks you vegetables? well woo fucking hoo for you if there is
  • after cooking vegetables for her and her kid (oh yeah the kid’s there, this isn’t SEXY cooking, this is weeknight dinner) he lets her PULL his HAIR in the KITCHEN (he seems to really dig this part. i really dig this part. here’s a screencap of this part:)
  • and possibly most importantly, he advances the plot by being her booty call babysitter. 
  • seriously! she just calls him up for a quick peck on the cheek and then leaves him entertaining her child with his ukulele so she can go out and CHANGE SOCIETY with Viola Davis
  • do you know why Women with Children don’t get more shit done? We’re too busy buying and cooking vegetables and we can’t go the fuck out in the evening because of our KIDS
  • kids listen to me I am 37 
  • one day you too will understand the power of my yearning for oscar isaac to come to my house, cook me vegetables and play the ukulele to my kids so i can GO THE FUCK OUT AND ADVANCE THE FUCKING PLOT ALREADY

In conclusion: what do women want? protagonism, vegetables and hot babysitters. next question.