#tsww

[alchemisedsenlinyu]

interview with the vampire (2022-present) dv. rolin jones / the sparrow, mary doria russell

requested @loureedpiss

[thecertifiedboykisser]

Something tells me in TSWW the people in the upper city are waaaay less accepting of queer people than the lower city.

There's not all too much evidence to back this up. The only things I can really think of is how quinn reacts to how casually braelin said the word queer even in a relatively safe environment.

And how overprotective kel seems of quinn, but that may just be him being an overprotective brother because he loves his sister, not necessary because she's a lesbian in a homophobic society idk yet.

[hoodiehydra]

Chapter 2

Added a small bit of romance

NOTE: Leon is not based on anyone, just experimented with some romance in here for fun

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So, besides a huge hatred for my school, I have another very fun fact about myself. Two months into the new… oldish school and I’ve gotten assigned into a new co-curricular activity. Great. Lovely. Absolutely splendid. What was it? Doesn’t matter. 

I just wasn’t in the same one as Luna. We had gotten close, quickly. In the first few weeks, I was just so convinced that we were the only two within the few thousand people in this school that saw the awful flaws with the whole building, but apparently not. It turns out, we weren’t going insane. I was currently associating myself with everyone who could see the problems, and the group was huge. Well, not really. A total of 12 in the class, then. It was 6 times as much as I expected. So that was an upside here.

The only weird thing here was, the teachers were completely oblivious to the entire thing happening. How could we tell them that we were all suffering and tortured just by the building itself.

Go up to them, saying, “Hey the school looks atrocious and we are all dying inside from it”? Hell nah. Detention, immediately. And it’s not like I wanted another reason to stay in this damned place.

You know, my co-curricular activity wasn’t all that bad. Let’s call it CCA, hm?

I… can’t say I like the stuff we do in my CCA, but the people were chill, even my seniors were cool, so it was a 50/50. 

The place was plain awful. Need I say more? Just take me to the worst school where the cafeteria food was shit and I would be more than grateful. 

Unfortunately, I had my… CCA today, which always ended at 6:30, which was around sundown. Shadows everywhere, it was very creepy. It made me uneasy to walk down the hallways where almost no light shed, and the lightbulbs here flickered and only gave off a soft, yellow light. 

Huffing, I quickened my pace, where my other two friends, Leon and Zura were following me. Each step felt more scary as the concrete grew more cracked and chipped, and holes in the floor grew bigger and bigger.

Oh, did I mention? Those two see what I see too. 

Hate to be salty right now, but… fuck this school. No running in the hallways, they said. Finally sick of the long walkway that only seemed to stretch further and further, I dashed down. Without teachers here, who cared about the rules? Zura and Leon sprinted down the path, careful of how damaged it was, however.

Finally seeing the gates, I slowed down. When there were gates, there were security guards. Now, I did want to get past those gates as soon as I possibly could, but, you know, detention  sucks. 

Slowly walking past the guards, I steadied my breath, each slow and cautious exhale shuddered uncontrollably. I didn’t feel free in this school at all. I wiped the sweat off my forehead to show no signs of running. Leon and Zura were right behind me. 

Sighing, we were finally out of that place. Could my school be the backrooms? Yes, maybe, probably, I didn’t know. All I knew was that I would only be free for 12 hours.

And then I would be shoved into this worse-than-jail building.

If I could, I would literally do jazz hands right now and sparkle like those anime girls. But no. Only dark shit happens here.

“Okay, we are out of that place. Come on Zura, let’s get to the train, hm?” The only thing I felt was relief, and the stress of the school, and the gratitude within me that I survived yet another day in there.

Hah… what did I do to deserve this?

“Right, bye Zura. Bye sweetie,” Leon annoyingly said, while petting my freaking head.

Don’t get any ideas, he’s like this. I know.

I don’t like him. 

Right? 

Yeah? No? I don’t know. “Fuck off,” I grumbled under his touch.

“Nope! I’m bored, so you’re joining me on a trip to 711,” he grabbed me by the bag and pulled me away from Zura, where I waved bye to her, reluctantly. 

I had time to spare, so why not? Nothing better to do, so I might as well kill some time while I’m at it.

Damn him and his smile. He looked so free, it felt good seeing him like this. I wish I could feel the same. And before I knew it, we were here. I was still grimacing, while he was grinning like the idiot he was. Heh, maybe I did kind of like him? “Okay, what are we getting? I wanna go.” I muttered. “Wait, wait. Don’t go, don’t leave me alone,” he was still holding onto my bag, so I didn’t have much of a choice. I sighed, entering the small shop and grabbed a pack of biscuits and paid for them. The cashier was smiling, not as much as Leon, but still, quite a bit. 

I guess both of them had carefree brains.

I tiredly handed the cash to the cashier and left the place, while Leon was managing his instant ramen in the shop. Typical of him. He was never good in the kitchen.

Sighing, I went back in and hastily poured in the hot water and ramen and let it cook, in which he greedily gulped down the noodles when I announced that they were ready. He was acting like it was the last and best thing he would ever eat. Come on, they were just noodles! 

“I could make them for you next time, seeing how much you struggled,” I snickered.

“Nah, I want noodles, not a wife,” He smirked.

I fake-gagged. Absolutely not, this son-of-a-bitch was going to be the death of me. 

Slurping the last of his noodles down, I waved goodbye to him too and left for home. 

But I didn’t feel safe at all. I ran back into the shop to find Leon, and thank fuck was he still there. We were neighbours too, did I mention? No? Okay. Yeah, I found that out when we went to the same stop home.

“Never mind. I’m staying with you.” I quickly stated.

He broke into a large grin and took me with him towards the train.

As we were walking, I felt something watching us.

“Hey,” I whispered, “Do you feel like we are being watched?”

“Yeah? Kinda?” He shrugged.

Yeah. I finally realised what was watching us, which made me shriek in terror. A couple of rats, watching us, staring at our every move. I jumped into Leon’s arms as he tried to soothe me. I honestly didn’t care how we looked, I hated rats, so much, and they were staring at me. It was horrific having your very own fear stare right at you, while you were all vulnerable.

“You see those fucking damned rats, right? I’m not hallucinating am I, damn it! I hate those pesky pests.” I cried into his arms.

“Yeah, I see them. Want me to kick them?” He offered.

“No, no. You will have rat germs on you.” I couldn’t tell if I was joking about that or not. 

He chuckled, while guiding me towards the station, and holding me in a way where I couldn’t see anything but the ceiling and his face. 

He was incredibly stupid and mischievous, but also incredibly sweet and caring when he needed to be. Like now. I guess maybe… that’s why I admire him so much? 

The rats kept looking at us, gazes fixated, nothing could stop them from looking. I didn’t see the rats, but I could feel their piercing stares and I hated it so much. Silently whimpering, I moved towards the station with him leading the way, and I simply followed until the feeling of the hard glares softened and faded into nothing. Relief washed over me like a tsunami as I was finally out. I was done with that. Chuckling happily at myself for not throwing up, I quickly scrambled out of Leon’s arms.

You know when I said that I didn’t care about what people thought? Never mind. We definitely looked like a couple and I was a little worried about what people would think.

Giggling nervously, I just pointed at the station, pretending like whatever just happened didn’t happen.

He was stuck in a daze, so I snapped my fingers in front of him.

“Hey! Wake up!” I spoke a little louder.

He snapped back to reality and nodded, dragging me into the station with him.

I thought I was safe… but why were those rats looking at us? And were their eyes… red?

Shuddering, I tried to erase that from my mind. But I was:

1: In a fucking train that looked like the one in my nightmare

2: Traumatised from whatever the fuck I witnessed

How was this school legal?

Little did I know, this was just the first part of this school’s insanity.

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[dianna44]

The Sky’s White Waves

Kim Namjoon/Min Yoongi

Bangtan Boys | BTS

Teen And Up Audiences

WIP

Depression, Angst with a Happy Ending, Introspection, Intrigue, Self-Reflection, Alternate Universe- Fantasy, Drama & Romance, Being Lost, Constructed Reality, Implied/Referenced Suicide Attempt, Plot, Recovered Memories, A Bit Disorienting ngl

"Why is there no opposite word of loneliness? Could it be because people, until they die, have no moments of not being lonely?"

Stuck and lost in a realm without knowing how or why he got there, Namjoon struggles to understand what's real and what isn't. With an ever-stretching white desert with an endless shoreline and sky, Namjoon almost gives up all hope on finding somebody else and leaving.

But then he sees Min Yoongi in the distance.

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sam winchester + suicidal ideation

supernatural (2005-2020) cr. eric kripke / the sparrow, mary doria russell

↳ inspired by a conversation with @steppesliver

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sam winchester + loss of autonomy through manipulation

supernatural (2005-2020) cr. eric kripke / the sparrow, mary doria russell

[alchemisedsenlinyu]

interview with the vampire (2022-present) dv. rolin jones / the sparrow (1996), mary doria russell