creepy presents

The Watcher 

Been wanting to do actual fanart for Alice Isn’t Dead (rather than AU fanart?) for a while! This past season was creepy and amazing as usual and I can’t wait to see how this series concludes! Loving any and all things creepy Americana Road trip aesthetic

anonymous asked:

Headcanon about Aizawa, Yamada and Toshinori reacting to their s/o suddenly collapsing in the middle of a busy public area?


  • would 100% catch you before you hit the floor
  • tbh he didn’t even want to go out much in the first place so instead of finding somewhere to wait for you to wake up he would take you home
  • it’s better that way anyway, so you wake up somewhere familiar
  • when you did wake up, he’d just ask why it happened because he wants to avoid it happening again
  • if you were sick, he’d take care of you, but if it’s anxiety related or something like that, he’d do his best to keep you from crowds (not difficult for him)

Originally posted by aizawashoutah

Yamada (Present Mic)

  • would pick you up and find some place to take you
  • honestly this probably happened at an event he’s MC’ing so he has several options
  • had no idea you weren’t feeling well because as well-meaning as he is, he’s not super observant
  • would ask you a million questions when you woke up so he would know how to help

Originally posted by letaizawarest


  • also very confused
  • he thought you were fine? but apparently?? you’re not???
  • of the three, he’s the one that panics the most but it’s all internally because of course it is
  • he immediately finds a safe, quiet space where he can wait for you to wake up and definitely calls Recovery Girl immediately
  • is worried about why it happened but you two can talk about that  later
  • right now he just wants to make sure you’re ok

Originally posted by izukus

anonymous asked:

What would a TFA yandere Optimus and MTMTE Ratchet be like?

Optimus Prime

  • He means well, truly he does, but that noble drive of his to protect you and keep you safe sometimes borders on the obsessive.
  • He’s never had this much responsibility before.  He doesn’t know if he’ll make a good leader, or if he can even do this job at all, but you’re in his charge and he’s vowed to protect you with his very life if need be (like a night pledging his service to his lady.)
  • There’s so much about you that Optimus admires – your strength, your passion, your kindness. In his eyes you truly are the best of what humanity has to offer.  You have such a brilliant inner light about you, and he’s going to do everything in his power to make sure no one tries to snuff you out.
  • He’s chivalrous and courteous to you right from the very beginning, treating you with the same respect he would the other members of his team and not shutting down your ideas or telling you what you can and can’t do just because you’re a human.
  • He doesn’t even approach you with romantic intentions for fear of spoiling your friendship.  (You’d have to be the one to reach out to him if you wanted any kind of relationship.)
  • That’s not to say he doesn’t love you – Primus does he love you!  You’re all he ever thinks about!  Your smile sets his spark on fire and when you say his name, it’s all he can do to keep from overheating.  He wants you so badly that his desires have begun to seep into his dreams at night – dreams that he dare not even think about.  
  • He doesn’t breath a word of this to anyone of course, especially not you.  Optimus is very good at hiding his true feelings.  It’s not right, he knows it’s not right for him to feel this way about you.  He feels as though he’s betrayed your trust in him simply by having these feelings.  Even if he can’t have you the way that he wants, at least he gets to see that beautiful smile of yours every day.
  • But worse than his feelings for you are the twisted pangs of jealousy he gets whenever he sees someone trying to get close to you.  Optimus knows he has no right to be jealous, why should he?  He can’t even blame you for flirting back because he knows you’re oblivious to his feelings – by his own choice, no less.  He hates himself for it, and yet he can’t bring himself to stop.  The longer he goes without confessing, the darker and angrier his possessive streak grows.
  • He hides it well, because of course he does.  No bot would ever suspect the esteemed Optimus Prime of harboring those kind of murderous thoughts, that is until they’re backed up against the wall of a dark alley with an axe blade to their neck and Optimus growling poisonous threats into their audials.
  • You’re blissfully unaware of any of this of course; he makes vitally sure of that.  But you can’t help but notice the almost animalistic rage that overtakes him on the battle field when he feels there’s a threat to your safety…


  • His obsession with you stems less from attraction and more from a possessive need to keep you safe.
  • Ratchet often has a habit of “adopting” some of the younger/smaller/innocent bots on the crew, so it’s little wonder that he would take the one human on board under his wing.
  • He really is a wonderful guardian, if a bit overbearing at times.  He constantly nags you to make sure you’re taking care of yourself (getting enough to eat, exercising, taking your vitamins.)
  • Primus help you if you have an erratic sleeping schedule.  You’re going to bed when Ratchet says you are, no excuses!  Don’t make him come over there and carry you!  
  • He’s not what you’d call a cuddly bot by any means, but he does like for you to sit on his shoulder while he works.  He finds your presence comforting.  And Primus knows he needs all the calm he can get on this ship.
  • He’s extremely protective of you.  He doesn’t like for you to be out of his sight for too long.  What if you wandered off somewhere and got lost?  What if something happened and you couldn’t reach him? What if you got stepped on?!  The only people Ratchet trusts to look after you while he’s away are his fellow medics.  (He knows they’ll also force you to eat and sleep regularly when he’s not around.)
  • He’d never tell you who you can and can’t talk to, but he strongly advises you to stay away from bots like Whirl, or any of the larger bots that might accidentally crush you without realizing it.
  • You notice a change in Ratchet when Drift is sent away.  He becomes more frustrated, unfocused and despondent, often ignoring his own advice and forgoing sleep or refueling.  You can tell loosing someone so close to him is taking a mental and physical toll on him.  You just wish there was something you could do to help.
  • He starts becoming more affectionate with you, often sitting you in his lap to stroke your hair and back absentmindedly while he works, or carrying you around the ship in his hands.  You don’t mind the extra attention.  If holding you somehow brings him one small shred of comfort then you’re happy to oblige him.
  • His worry for you also increases tenfold.  It gets to the point where he doesn’t like you to leave the medbay unless he’s there to carry you.  He even offers to help you move some of the stuff from your shared habsuite there so you’ll be more comfortable when he’s working late.  It’s a bit smothering at times, but you grin and bear it for his sake. After all, he’s done so much for you already.  The least you can do is be there for him during his time of grief.
  • It’s only when you awake one morning to find that you’ve been stolen from your bed as Ratchet pilots a stolen escape pod halfway across the galaxy do you realize (too late) just how wrong you had been…







On another note…been re-watching old episodes, as mentioned in my previous post.

“I can’t allow myself to laugh,” he says. “I can’t allow myself to be happy.”

“I understand,” she says.

Originally posted by kamisenpai


Shame is prevalent in Japanese culture, even more so in the past (seppuku or ritual suicide for the samurai wasn’t just for escaping torture). It’s kinda clear Inuyasha’s punishing himself almost as much as a damn masochist for his perceived failures. Methinks his noble-born mother may have taught her boy the meaning of duty too well.

I would say Kagome should’ve introduced healthy coping methods, but having lived in Japan I know their mental health field is lacking compared to other developed nations.

Originally posted by kag-san


Speaking of dominatrix–weird segue, I know–I was discussing with someone about that creepy power imbalance present in certain young adult romance novels I shall not name. Luckily, Takahashi-sensei prefers spirited female characters with imperfections (some are stubborn, some oblivious, others are bad at cooking, or math, etc.).

So Inuyasha doing anything side-by-side with her is HUGE in old Japan. Most males of his time period would be like “You must remember to walk a few paces behind me,” or “This is no place for a lady, go back and don’t worry your pretty little head.” Kagome, much like Sango, would be so done with that.

Originally posted by inuyashasblog

Never underestimate Kagome’s fierce temper fighting spirit. She’s a spitfire!

Which is also why I’m mystified whenever I hear, “Kagome’s a sweet, loving, gentle soul! She shouldn’t be paired with that asshole Inuyasha!”

*I’ve already ranted about the fact that anime-Inuyasha’s aggressiveness and flaws are more exaggerated than manga-Inuyasha’s. Bah.

The thing is, Kagome wears her heart on her sleeve, but that doesn’t mean she’s some vulnerable little angel that needs to be rescued from Inuyasha. Kagome, demure? All sugar and no spice?

Originally posted by thedragoon

Damn, look at him dance.

*Her excessive use of the beads (in the anime) has already been talked about by this person. I’ll only end up parroting them.

Kagome would be bored out of her mind with a gentleman, or “the exact opposite of Inuyasha” as she said in one episode. She’s not a docile princess. I mean, Kagome, gentle and submissive? Like one of them damsels from those romance novels?

Her stare is more effective than a rolled-up newspaper.

Damn girl, your relationship got so simpatico you don’t even need no beads to discipline your feral pup.

…OK, sometimes her words work too well.

Yay for character growth! And my constant canine references!

The way to a well-trained dog, wait, did I say that boy’s heart is through acceptance…and his stomach.

Used Pt. 1

Originally posted by nctinfo

An uncomfortable sigh left your mouth as you kept your eyes fixed on the plate of food set atop the bamboo place mat. You scooped up a spoonful of mashed potatoes and stuffed it into your mouth. You felt the attractive man’s dark, unfathomable eyes on you which in turn colored your cheeks and ears a bright pink shade. You swore his gaze was scrutinizing your every facial feature, but why would he be? He was gay after all.

Your mom thought it a good idea to invite the new neighbors over for dinner. Surely, the newly wed neighbors looked friendly, especially the taller, pale brunette with carefully crafted dimples on either side of his cheeks, but there was something about his husband. He stood just two inches shorter of the man who introduced himself as Jaehyun and had dark, ash-tinted hair messily combed over his forehead and a sculpted jawline which you’d be eyeing if he weren’t staring you down right now.

“So Taeyong, you said you and Jaehyun moved here because you were offered a job?” my mom questioned thoughtfully.

“Yes, I was hired as a teacher at the high school just a few minutes from here actually,” Taeyong explained, pointing a finger in the semi direction of the school. His eyes weren’t burning holes through you for the first time.

“Wow, Hansol’s actually the guidance counselor there!” your quirky mom exclaimed a bit too excitedly.

What a surprise. She only mentioned your brother and forgot you were even present.

“Oh! And Y/N is a senior there!”

As soon as he heard your name, his lips quirked up into a smirk. Once again, his eyes were focused on solely you. You failed to keep your eyes fixed on your plate and were met with his cold stare.

“Oh, really?” Taeyong expressed eagerly, his interest piqued.

You devoured the last bits of your steak before you excused yourself from the table. You wanted nothing more than to be in the safe confines of your room.


The last bit of the winter break flew by and you were now locking your front door, walking down the concrete steps and exiting the gate. The cold wind picked up and you mentally cursed at yourself for not wearing a thicker jacket.

As you were passing the new neighbors’ home, you heard the fumbling for keys and the chirp of a car follow. You quickened your pace to avoid being seen.


Too late. You hesitantly turned your head to see a smiling, bright-eyed Lee Taeyong.

“Oh… Good morning, Mr. Lee,” you mumbled with a slight nod of your head.

“It’s freezing! I’ll give you a ride to school, Y/N,” he called, motioning you over with his hand.

“Oh no, I’m good.”

“Oh but I insist! I doubt your skirt is keeping you warm, Y/N,” Taeyong remarked with a cheeky grin.

How bad could a five minute ride with a pristine hypercritic be?

You gave in and shuffled towards the passenger’s side. Lee Taeyong beamed. The sight was quite charming, not as it had been the day you first met. He had his hands stuffed into the pockets of his trench coat and shy doe eyes.

You briskly opened the door of the charcoal-colored sedan and slid into your seat. Simpering, Mr. Lee followed and started the car. The car ride was short with only a limited amount of words exchanged between the two of you. Mr. Lee thoughtfully dropped you off in the front of the school before going and parking his car.

You sauntered into the school, luminous hallways surrounding you. You soon arrived at your classroom and sat in your usual seat, the one in the front left corner next to the window. Small streams of students gradually poured into the classroom followed by a tall man in a black trench coat. Great.

“Good morning, class. As you all may know, your teacher Mrs. Ahn is on maternity leave and I’ll be filling in for her meanwhile.”

You had completely forgotten your teacher was even pregnant. Why couldn’t she have just kept her legs closed?

He soon began lecturing and your focus remained solely on the board. While your eyes never faltered to steal a glimpse of your personable substitute teacher, Mr. Lee’s eyes would often wander over to where you were seated.

Class soon ended and you went about your day. Although you were used to walking to and fro school, Mr. Lee began to offer you rides in the mornings which you so gladly accepted. It was January, after all. He repeatedly apologized for not being able to take you home due to mandatory after school meetings for the faculty, but you didn’t understand why. It wasn’t his job to take you home.

After several days of oddly comfortable silence, Mr. Lee spoke up during one of those frosty seven in the morning car rides.

“Y/N, I’ve noticed you struggle with mathematics. Have you thought of meeting with a tutor?” Taeyong questioned, his hands gripping the steering wheel while his eyes stayed on the road ahead.

“Well… no, I haven’t. I should if I want to get into my first-choice college,” you replied, somewhat puzzled now.

“I’ll tell my parents to look for one,” you commented a few moments after giving the newfound dilemma much thought.

“Nonsense, I can tutor you.”

“Oh but you’re already so busy, Mr. Lee. I’m sure my parents can find a tutor for me.“

“Y/N, I insist.”

The unusual and creepy feeling he first presented had vanished entirely. He was actually an honest and attentive person you now felt comfortable with so you accepted.

“Okay, what time should I go to your house then?”

“What about six o'clock?” he suggested, glancing over at you, his eyes gentle.

You smiled and nodded.


The time soon came for you to meet with Mr. Lee. You threw on a gray sweatshirt and black running pants. You quickly pulled your hair back in a ponytail and walked over to Mr. Lee’s home . Lightly, you knocked on the door and heard feet shuffling on the other side.

“Y/N! You’re just in time!” Taeyong expressed excitedly, contentment evident on his face.

He led you to the dining room where he had multiple mathematics books piled up on an elegant Victorian dining table. He fixed his glasses and took a seat.

“Sit,” Taeyong urged, patting the seat next to him.

You sat and searched your backpack for your homework while Mr. Lee flipped through a book trying to find the lesson you had gone over in class today.

“Okay, let’s start,” Taeyong said with a hint of a smile on his face.

The both of you worked diligently for half an hour. Mr. Lee would go over an example in the book with you and then you’d solve a similar problem on your worksheet. While you were closed to finishing your homework, you felt his eyes on you; it felt as if he was burning a hole through your face. Your cheeks began to heat up but your eyes didn’t leave the paper in front of you, that was until he called your attention.


Your head shot up and you were met with Mr. Lee’s face just centimeters away from yours. His eyes now focused on your rosy lips while your fearful eyes scanned his face for a decipherable emotion.

Although his face inched closer, you were unable to move. You remained completely motionless when his lips came into contact with yours. His soft lips moved against yours but you didn’t kiss back, you couldn’t.

You felt his hands run up and down your thighs. Finally, you became sensible. You pulled away from the kiss and pushed his hands off your thighs harshly. You hastily gathered your things and headed for the door; you needed to get out of their immediately.

“Y/N!” Mr. Lee yelled from the dining room.

Your heart was pounding against your chest, your emotions obscure and your mind clouded with a hundred different thoughts. Before you could turn the handle, he grabbed your arm and pulled you close to him.

“Tell me you’re not attracted to me and I’ll leave you alone,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear.

“Get off of me!”

You tried to push him off but he gripped your wrists tightly. You couldn’t move.

“I’ll make you feel good, baby girl,” he breathed, his eyes blazing into yours, close and intensely.

Seconds ticked before you reacted and yelled at him to release you. Were you actually thinking of letting him have his way with you? He’s a married man, Y/N.

His grip on your wrists tightened even more and he pushed you up against the front door, his gaze obsessed. He looked you over one last time before smashing his lips against yours. His lips trailed down to your neck where he sucked harshly. He held both your wrists with one hand while the other hand traveled down to the waistline of your running pants. You gasped; even if it was forceful, you had to admit it felt good being taken control of.

As he slipped his cold hand in your pants, you remembered Jaehyun.

“Where’s Jaehyun?” you asked half-dazed due to the euphoric feeling elicited from Lee Taeyong’s skillful hand.

“He’s working late tonight, don’t worry sweetheart,” Taeyong responded in between sloppy kisses to your neck.

How could you so easily give yourself to a married man?

Once again, logic resurfaced in your thoughts and actions.

“Mr. Lee, I can’t.”

He stopped sucking on your neck and search for your eyes. In your nervous eyes, he detected fear and uncertainty. He knew he could no longer try to persuade and seduce you. He knew when to stop. He knew you’d give in when you were ready.

He nodded and freed your wrists from his tight hold. You couldn’t meet his eyes. With your vision focused on the tasteful tile patterns on the floor, you turned around, grasped the brass door knob, and opened the door to leave.


It was three in the morning and you were still struggling to finish an essay. The essay was due on Monday, and sure it was only Friday, but you were trying to keep your mind away from what had occurred hours earlier. You sighed and decided it was best to try and sleep. Lazily, you stood up from the desk chair and made your way to the bed, earphones and phone in hand.

You were too engrossed in your thoughts to notice Annie by Neon Indian playing on repeat. You were entirely consumed in your thoughts. You recalled the way Mr. Lee pushed you up against the door and sucked on your neck brutally. You wanted to feel it once more. You needed to feel it.

You reached for your phone and hastily scrolled through your contacts. Mr. Lee had offered you his number one morning, should you ever need something, and right now you desperately needed him.

Although your action was impulsive and you were aware of the strong possibility of him being asleep, you sent him a text message.

Seconds, which felt like hours, passed and you felt the vibration of your phone. It was him.

Mr. Lee: Come over.

anonymous asked:

fic request: robert and joseph shamelessly flirting.

 Ask and you shall receive! Hope your don’t mind the slight Robert/Joseph/Mary!

               “Mary, Mary, quite contrary.”

               Some would say it takes balls of steel or a lack of a moral compass to hit on your best friend’s husband. For Robert, it just took a fifth of jack and opportunity. Like Mary’s birthday party. Chris was nowhere to be seen, but that wasn’t surprising. Probably upstairs watching youtube. Christian and Christina were reciting a poem for their mother who seemed more interested in the blackberry wine she was drinking that the creepy little “present”… and Chrish… well… actually, where was Chrish?

               Robert looked around for the little rugrat and spotted him through the door to the kitchen, sitting on the floor covered in cake they hadn’t cut yet. Good kid. Good kid.

               Better yet, he spotted Joseph smiling with concern at the recitation and grinned before walking over and standing halfway behind him. “You know, the poem’s about Mary, the Queen of Scots,” he said matter-of-factly, making Joseph jump. God. You’d like he’d get used to it by now.

               “How does your garden grow?”

               “Oh stop with your stories,” Joseph muttered, but he had that smile on his face that told Robert to keep going.

               So he did.

               “Of course, the garden is her reign over her Scotland. Though, she didn’t do much ruling. She’s was like, six days old when she was made queen and sent off to France to learn how to spread her legs for a king,” he explained with a shrug. Joseph was turned towards him now, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. “She wasn’t all that good at it seeing as he died a year later and they didn’t have any kids.”

               “With silver bells, and cockle shells,”

               Robert snorted a bit and smirked at Joseph with waggling brows. “Silver bells are the Catholic church, of course.  They always loved her and claimed she was the true Queen of England and Scotland. As for cockle shells- “ he licked his lips and looked Joseph over tellingly, “it’s a play on the word cuckhold because it’s rumored her second husband… well… he preferred men.”

               Joseph colored and looked at his kids again. They were so little. Of course they wouldn’t know a thing like that! Hopefully they never would. He dipped his head as turned to escape into the kitchen. No. No. That was over! He was better now. He had to be better for his family.

               “And pretty maids all in a row!”

           Robert caught Mary’s eyes. She had that look like she knew he was up to something. All he could do was smile and wink at her before slinking off into the kitchen after Joseph who was now fussing over Chrish and trying to wash him up in the sink.

           “I take it you didn’t like my story?” Robert asked innocent and leaned against the counter beside the sink.

           Joseph looked over with red cheeks and pursed lips before shaking his head and focusing on getting Chrish clean. “Do I ever like your stories? No. But you tell them anyway.”

           “Oh, no!” Robert laughed and shook his head. “You’re the only one who’s got a problem with this, you know. Mary and I don’t mind sharing. What are friends for, after all?”

           “Then how about you bother her with your stories,” Joseph suggested tersely. Then after a moment his good Christian morals seemed to get the better of him and his bristles deflated. “You know I don’t want the kids to find out. It would ruin their lives.”

           Robert rolled his eyes and took Chrish from Joseph’s hands to set the baby down on the floor. His clothes had been taken off but he was wearing a diaper so he should be good. Chrish happily toddled out of the room to where the party was going. Robert used this as his chance to lock his arms on either side of Joseph, capturing him between himself and the counter. Joseph ducked his head and smiled despite him.

           “Stop that. Anyone could come in,” Joseph complained. But Robert translated that roughly to ‘Kiss me, please, dear god, just kiss me’ and he always did the lord’s work. He pressed scratchy kiss to Joseph’s neck and felt the other melt against him.

           Joseph’s arms snaked around Robert’s neck, holding him close as he sighed and closed his eyes like his sins would disappear if he didn’t look at them. “You always do this to me. It’s Mary’s birthday. Shouldn’t you be seducing her?”

           Robert laughed against his skin and pulled back just enough to kiss Joseph’s mouth as one hand pushed roughly through his perfect blonde hair. He broke it again, this time to say, “who’s to say I can’t have both? Done it before.” He reminded him with hot breath rushing over his face. “What do you say? Wanna give Mary a birthday present tonight?”

           Joseph stared for a moment before smiling again. “God forgive me, for I’m about to sin,” he said before pulling Robert close again and crushing their mouths together.

           If anyone saw them? Well, at least they didn’t say anything.


Merry Christmas Truce, @geekyzelda! You wanted something of the main trio– I hope you like this! :3 I hope that your holidays are amazing!

ok plot idea: muse a is a delinquent at their school, and a scary one at that. they’ve been suspended multiple times, maybe even kicked out of a previous school, and everyone avoids them due to past violent offenses and their reputation as someone who is not to be fucked with. muse b is a clean-cut, popular, generally “good” student who never causes trouble, and doesn’t socialize with muse a’s crowd at all. until one day, muse b walks up to muse a and says they desperately need muse a’s help.

see, muse b has had a few admirers over the years, but recently, they’ve developed a suspicion that someone is stalking them. they feel eyes on them at all times, they think someone’s following them home, and they’ve been getting creepy notes and presents. muse b is beginning to fear for their safety, and can’t find any solid proof as to who their stalker is, much less any idea of how to make it stop. so, they have a brilliant plan: if muse a pretends to date muse b, it may scare their stalker into leaving them alone! everyone knows muse a isn’t someone to mess with – it’d be suicide to harass whoever they’re dating.

muse a is at first incredulous at the request, but upon realizing just how terrified muse b is, and how truly desperate they are to protect themselves, relents, and agrees to date muse b until muse b can take legal action against their stalker. muse a begins “dating” them in public, including walking them to and from school, but soon finds themselves growing genuinely fond of muse b… and genuinely protective. but muse b’s stalker isn’t letting up. will muse a have to take matters into their own hands to protect muse b? or will muse b be able to rescue themselves?

optional: make this a threeway plot with muse c, muse b’s stalker… who probably isn’t very happy about this sudden competition for muse b’s love.

So thanks to the life ruiners around here (looking at you @bonnie-wee-swordsman) I’m a bit more than halfway through ACOTAR and pretty hooked. I’m having major Beauty and the Beast vibes, although at the same time I’m not that invested in the whole Tamlin and Feyre ship. It’s just too…perfect and prettily presented, bordeline creepy even. At this point Lucien seems more interesting as a character than Tamlin. Like geeeez I got it already girl, he is gorgeous under that mask and powerful and has a sexy baldric. Can we maybe add to that?
Is this impression a deal breaker for the rest of the books, oh wise ones?