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I feel like that’s something he would do lmao

Aonung has a soft spot for little kids, even though Spider is literally older. I also think it’s adorable how small Spider looks next to them (Plus, Aonung is so tall??? Taller than Neteyam lmao)

Kiri isn’t showing it but she thinks it’s funny.

Neteyam is probably somewhere with Tuk 

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"I never thought I'd see you again."

"Are you real?"

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Okay, so everyone is all cursed cat Alastor *hates* Vox...but what if It absolutely ADORES Vox? What if it's just like Alastor's Shadow, and it holds ALL of the emotions Alastor won't show? So it's ALL over Vox? Vox can't get a moment alone, cursed cat!Alastor is ALWAYS with him. Following him, loving on him. Only allows Vox to pet him...attacks regular Alastor when he attacks Vox, actually *defeating him.* (Alastor hates that Cat. And is ridiculously jealous.)

oh i endorse this 100%. i wrote a little snippet for it even LMFAO

it gets a tad long so ill leave it under the cut. it is mostly word vomit but . you know.. hopefully u guys enjoy :)

"We should really consider just putting the poor thing out of its misery," Alastor shoots a glare at the curled up lump on the carpet, its foaming mouth bound with rope, even as it chews furiously at its restraints. "Why, if we didn't, we would be violating our own 'no pets' policy!"

"Alastor..." Charlie frowns at her hotelier, before chancing a hesitant glance back at the creature. "Look, no one's perfect, right? Can't we try giving the cat a chance, at least?"

The other residents in the room- Angel, Husk, Vaggie, and even Lucifer himself- all give her blank eyed stares, Angel and Husk in particular rolling up their sleeves to show off the long, deep gouges in their arms.

"Charlie, honey, I think I speak for everyone here when I say you should just let Alastor get rid of it," Vaggie grimaces. "I know you love animals and all, but that- *thing* isn't safe to be around."

"What? Come on, it's sweet!" Charlie turns around, her back to the creature as she motions to it, completely unawares of the furry animal finally chewing through the final bit of rope as it lunges for her, much to the horror of the other hotel inhabitants.

An hour later, Alastor finds himself and his shadow traversing the streets of Pentagram City with the creature held securely in his shadow's grip. "Hmm... so, then, where should we dispose of this little pest? Ah, I have an idea."

He snaps his fingers and in a moment, reappears in a cloud of black, smokey shadow- right in front of the Vee's tower. With a swift motion to his shadow attendant, his doppelganger releases the cat-like creature from its claws, the feral little creature immediately charging the doors of the tower once it's let free. Alastor barely manages to hold back a snort before he once more steps back into the shadows- tomorrow, he'd check back again and see how it was going for Vox. With any luck, the results would be entertaining.

Vox gets the notification in the middle of a meeting. It takes merely the wave of his hand to dismiss the investors and step out, rolling his eyes as he prepares to deal with Val or Vel's shit again for the twentieth time today.

"What is it now...?" He frowns down at his phone, before noticing his assistant's contact on the phone. "Dei? What is it? Did something happen to Lis?"

"Uh, no, it's not anything like that, Sir," the aquatic sinner responds nervously. "Though, um... well, we have a little bit of an emergency, kind of. Not... really, since it's mostly under control now, but we lost a few employees in the scuffle--"

"Just tell me what happened," Vox heaves a long suffering sigh as he presses a claw to his screen, ready to send out apology gift baskets to HR again.

"Um. Well, there is a... Populis calls it a cat, but I'm quite sure it's not any sort of 'typical' animal at all, especially since it has antlers and a monocle... anyway. There's this... *creature* just kind of running around on the main floor, and it took out about five workers before Baxter managed to subdue it."

Vox blinks once, then twice, and then sighs again. "I swear to fucking God- okay, go and contact HR so they can get you all tested for rabies or whatever the fuck it is down in Hell, and I'll come to deal with the fucking cat thing."

"Yes, sir," Dei replies dutifully before the line goes dead. Vox groans before schooling himself and his expression and disappearing into a flash and electric current, teleporting all the way down to the first floor of the Vee's tower.

"S-sir!" Papermint comes running toward him first, looking worried. "Um... so, uh, when Dei went to get the cat creature, it sort of attacked him too--"

"For fucks sake, do none of you know how to do your job properly?" Vox pinches his screen again, thoroughly done. It was fucking Tuesday and he was already hoping for the end of the week. Get rich and famous, they told you. It'll be fun, they told you. Fun his fucking ass-- he has to spend his morning sitting through investment meetings and now, having to deal with a rabid Hell animal and the fact that it was mowing down his workers like some sort of demented lawnmower. Fucking great, just what he needed.

He stomps into the main hallway with the little eel sinner trailing awkwardly behind him, eyes widening in surprise as he takes in the scene before him.

On the ground, his main assistants Dei and Populis grapple with a tiny red animal.

It... looks somewhat like a cat, if a cat had an unholy union with whatever kind of deer Alastor was. And it also had a monocle, and was foaming at the mouth (yeah, definitely rabies), while his tech administrator Baxter stood to the side and watched with a bucketful of popcorn in hand. Logi, possibly the only normal sinner he had under his employment, was trying her damnednest to pull the cat- who, by the way, was winning the fight with BOTH his assistants- off of Dei, whose ear was currently in its mouth.

"I really need a drink," Vox groans before he rolls his sleeves up and walks forwards into the fray, the air around him crackling with static electricity as he intends to separate the fighters, whether with force or not- but to his surprise, he doesn't need to use any force at all.

Instead, when the little cat creature sees him, its eyes light up before it lets go of Dei's ear, the manta ray sinner letting out a groan of relief before collapsing onto the floor, the other assistants rushing to help him up. The cat, on the other hand, leaps up at Vox, who instinctively catches it in his arms. It purrs as it rubs against him, seemingly no longer hostile towards any of the other sinners in the room.

Vox stares down at the cat. It stares up at him, then grins.

It's... kind of cute, actually. In a really weird, freaky way.

"Uh... boss?" Baxter raises an eyebrow as he looks at the cat held securely in Vox's arms, then at the gaggle of sinners trying to make sure that Dei doesn't bleed out. "You gonna help, or...?"

Vox rolls his eyes before he sends a bolt of electricity over at the sinner and burns the bite, effectively cauterizing and closing the wound. "I'll have HR deal with it and get Dei a week's worth of paid recovery. Any more than that and I'm not covering it. You guys just get back to work after the cleanup crew comes, got it?"

He sighs down at the creature in his arms as he walks out of the main lobby, frowning to himself. "What am I going to do with you...? I've got a fitting with Dorian later, and he's *definitely* not gonna allow you in... and what the hell do you even eat, anyway? Better not be my workers- and oh dear god, I've got Vark, too, I can't believe I forgot about him-"

Still, even as he grumbles to himself, Vox can't help but recognize the truth: no matter what difficulties this little shit brings him, he's definitely keeping it.

A week's worth of time passes before Alastor finally finds some free time to go off and take a look at how his *esteemed* rival has been doing. He's half expecting half the Entertainment District to be destroyed by the time he returns, but there's nothing of the sort. In fact, business seems to be going about as usual... but then again, this may be one more of the TV demon's methods of avoidance. Vox *was* always a good actor, after all-- even if his own life was falling apart, he would never let that show.

So with that reassurance settled in himself, Alastor decides to take a risky move and get in closer range to his target- he slips into the shadows surrounding the crowd of reporters gathering around the ground floor of the Vee's Tower, clamouring for the chance to see the Media Overlord in the flesh.

Strangely, they all seem more chatty today-- Alastor didn't recall any sort of holiday being today, so it seemed that there was more information to be heard... and *that* was surprising, the revelation that something interesting may have happened while he was gone. Was it perhaps because of the hellspawn he'd dropped off a week earlier?

His question is answered not even a moment later, when Vox steps out of the doors, a confident grin on his face and a small, hissing red creature draped around his neck like a scarf.

Alastor's eye twitches.

Did he *keep* the damned thing? And why the *fuck* was he absentmindedly petting its fucking ears?! *That should have been him!*

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The worst part is it would work.🤣

I’m not gonna apologize for this, so you can blame @messofcurls-creative for sending me this song 

I don’t know about you but I’m pretty sure this would be a canon post-game scene. Just sayin’.

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It's funny how randomizer got me Until dawn after me falling into Quarry

Obsession

Chris x Josh

Their relationship was always strange. Friends since they were kids, best friends in school, overall close and important people in each others' life.

Chris always thought very fondly of Josh. He had enough on his plate. Even if his parents were rich as hell, his father was still strict, mother was sometimes dismissive. And sisters were all for each other, being twins and all. Josh often was left alone to his thoughts and games. Chris was the one who always tried to find time for his friend.

Their friendship was even closer than some of people called normal. They could sleep in one bed, wash in one shower, joke about bed or anything in between, slap each other e.c. Josh especially loved dirty jokes, and Chris answered if not with same ones, but in the same tone.

And of course they discussed their crushes. Josh was too proud and said that he didn't like anyone. Yet his longing glances at Sam proved otherwise. Chris loved to joke about it. Josh laughed about his "relationship" with Ashley in return.

"Oh, but imagine... Imagine! What if you liked boys?" Josh was wasted and Chris was drunk as well, but still he was surprised to hear that.

"Uh... What?" Josh giggled at Chris' surprised expression.

"I mean you have an excited bone for Ashley. But if you liked boys... Who would you choose?" Josh flopped down on the bed, watching his friend in the armchair almost upside down. Chris was still dumbfounded from the situation.

"I dunno... Where the hell that question came from?" He scoffed, looking at his drunk friend. Josh giggles drunkenly and turned on the side, still looking on his friend with a smirk.

"If I were gay, I would choose you. You are cool and funny, dude. But I wouldn't sleep with you, it's gross, you are my bro." Washington added, leaving Chris in complete shock of what he just heard and witnessed. Ans Josh just layed back down, humming something funny under his nose.

But yeah... They were bros. Close like no one else was in their school. They relied on each other, were emergency calls in their phones... They were tight group.

And then Hannah and Beth disappeared and everything went to shit even further a year after.

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"How did they find him?" Chris walked with Sam through corridors of some kind of hospital - he still wasn't sure what it was exactly. There were police, doctors... Practically everyone.

"I have no idea. I am surprised he even alive considering... Everything else. I guess money is everything." Sam sighed. Only this morning she got called by the Washingtons. Friends were surprised there were no journalists, but... Maybe they bought their silence too.

"I... Wait, Sam! Do you really think we should go in there?" Chris stopped right before the door to the hospital room. He hesitated. Last time he saw Josh, he punched him for punching Ashley. And this time... The boy was all alone down there for hell knows how long with real monsters and demons of his own. What will they see there? Were they ready for it?

"Chris. They asked us to be here." Sam looked at him confidently, but Chris could see the same hesitancy in her eyes. She didn't want to see the monster behind the door that once was her friend. But she was right, they had to be brave. There was no going back.

"Alright. Yeah. You're right. Let's do that." Chris breathed out and stepped forward, opening the door before the girl.

He didn't quite knew what he expected. But definitely not see-through thick glass in the middle of the room. On their side were the Washingtons, some doctors and couple of guards. On the other side though...

There was a figure in the corner. Dim lights made it almost impossible to see it clearly, but part of Chris knew who it was. The figure moved, as if attracted by new smells and darted to the glass. Sam froze out of instinct, but Chris made a step closer on the inertia, almost entranced by the situation, his hesitance going somewhere far away.

Josh looked right at him, but Chris wasn't sure if he saw him. One of his eyes were white and clouded, like one of those things. Chris shuddered at the comparison in his mind and then saw the fangs. They almost ripped his cheek and the boy could see them. Josh' fingers had some claws, but at least they weren't long and awfully terrifying like others' wendigos were. Josh looked like human, but unnatural as well.

"He hadn't reacted to anyone yet." Chris almost didn't hear the doctor, but only sighed. He could only wonder what would happen next.

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"You sure you are okay?" Sam sighed, adjusting the backpack.

"You ask that every time." Chris scoffed and pushed her in the shoulder a bit.

"You know what I mean." She sighed with weak smile. After all the doctors and specialists Josh had gone through, he didn't attack others. Well, at least less than he used to. He still didn't like Mike's smell or Emily's voice, but they were rare guests in here.

"Relax. Look at me, half a year into living with Josh in a wild." Chris answered and made a puzzled look. "How do you think, will it become viral on Youtube?" Sam rolled her eyes at that.

"Name the video something like... "My best friend likes raw meat and he looks at my leg weirdly." She joked back, making Chris nervously giggle.

Josh' parents did everything for their son. They made the story quiet, they payed every media they could to keep it down. They hired the best doctors who would keep their mouths shut... But they were busy and they couldn't live with their son forever. And he needed someone to be with him, or every progress they achieved would be lost. They had to find a way and someone to be with Josh. Preferably someone he wouldn't growl at and snap his teeth.

Chris offered himself. After everything that went down that night, he wanted to do anything that could help. They didn't tell the whole truth to the parents. But Josh... Josh that was somewhere deep inside that half-wendigo, who understood something, but not entirely, who couldn't talk and communicated in growls and whines, and who adored raw meat... He knew. And Chris couldn't leave everything behind.

Maybe he felt a little bit guilty. After all he left Josh in that barn. He wasn't good enough of a friend to help him out after Hannah and Beth disappeared. And that lead to all this masks and "maniacs". And he didn't return for him fast enough to save him from Hannah. Or... Whatever had become of her. He felt huge amount of guilt and that was one of the reasons he and Ashley didn't work out. She didn't want to help the one who scarred her with nightmares. Chris understood her, but... He was his best friend. If he was to left Josh... Who would help him?

"Call me if anything, and I mean it, Chris. Even if you are buddies-rommates, be safe." Sam was one of the most often guests in their flat, but she was too sometimes welcomed by whimsical halfblood (and they tried to spend some time together), but sometimes she wasn't (and stayed away from Josh, as well as Chris did too).

"Don't worry. You brought enough for him to last a week, so I will be a-okay. I will call you, don't worry." Chris hugged the girl before she went away, and closed the door after her.

Sighing, the boy returned to the room. Josh was always locked up for the moment of saying goodbyes, just to be sure he wouldn't run away. It was always... So strange with it.

Chris looked at the locked up door. He was his best friend. His buddy, his dude, his bro. And he didn't talk now. No more dirty jokes or stupid advices... Only growling. Chris got used to his looks, yes, but everything else... It was like it was some kind of an animal. With his friend's face and half-human.

"I gotta get new therapist..." Chris muttered under his breath, opening the door. He didn't hear usual growling, but didn't think much of it until...

The door got swung open, and Josh jumped on him. Chris immediately lost his balance and fell on the floor. For a second terror got over him and memories of those night flashed before his eyes. Was it the end? But Josh was comfortable with him only recently, he didn't snapped back and didn't react, why would he do something like that?

"Josh, hey, bro, it's me, relax there..." Chris tried to reasoned with half-human, that got on top of him, growling. The latter leaned down, making clacking sounds with his teeth near Chris' neck. The boy just froze, trying to understand what to do now.

"Nn..." Josh tried to say something, but definitely couldn't. Chris listened in, but couldn't concentrate because of his growling.

"Josh, get off me and we can sit and watch something or..." His speech was ended by loud growling and snapping jaws at his face.

"Ine!!" He said louder and grabbed Chris' face with his clawed hand. Another wave of fear shook him, but still boy tried to get on the good side of the beast his friend had become.

"I don't understand what you are saying, Josh, repeat..." He breathed out, watching half-wendigo leaning to his face. He had to stay calm in order to calm down Josh.

"Mine." The brunette mumbled quieter. He layed down on top of Chris, tucking his nose and mouth in the cape of his neck. Now there wasn't any fear. Only confusion. A lot of it.

"Yours? I... I am your friend, yes. Why the sentiment, dude, get off of... Ouch, ouch, I got it, you won't move, sorry." Slight attempt to take Josh off of him ended in the latter gripping his shoulders with his claws.

"No. Mine. Only mine." Josh roared slowly. Chris sighed. He should have been panicked, but in all honesty he was rather... Empty.

From one point of view it was great. Josh started to talk again, that meant that his transformation into complete monster stopped completely. He was reacting normally, didn't try to munch down on his shoulders and was holding him strongly, but controlled his power.

From the other one, Josh was still unstable. He was emotional and acted instinctively, so it was hard to predict what he would or wouldn't do. His territorial thing, for example. Chris wasn't invited in Josh private area and if the latter got overwhelmed with everything, he crawled back and attacked everyone who tried to get closer. So him counting Chris as... 'His'... Was more than stressful.

"My therapist would be rich from this..." He mumbled under his nose. He didn't expect another growl and angry look from Josh. Chris thought he calmed down.

"Doctors bad. Smell bad. Chris no doctor. Mine!" He roared with short, abrupt phrases, looking at Chris' face. The boy raised his hands, like giving up.

"Okay, okay, man, no doctors, fine!" He wanted nothing more, but to calm Josh down and avoid any crisis. The wendigo snapped his jaws and layed back. Chris breathed out, listening to quietness. Sudden thought finally hit him. "Wait a minute, are you hitting on me?!"

"No hits, no bites! Chris mine!" Even if it weren't full sentences, Chris clearly understood what Josh meant. Was he scared? Kinda. But some part of him knew that Josh wouldn't hurt him. He didn't until now, so it was... Good? He was just laying on him, not trying to bite anything. So Chris carefully raised his hand to caress his stiff hair.

Josh only grasped him stronger, growling something in his neck. He wasn't a fan of Chris leaving him alone, especially when he went away with Sam. Now he just got to the breaching point.

It was tough. For one of them - his best friend became different. He got claws, fangs, craving for raw meat. Lost his ability to talk, to think and act like human... For the most part. And... He apparently became obsessed with him. For the other one - he changed. He vaguely remembered that once upon a time he was different, like others. But it was all foggy, almost unnatural. Only several things were clear as day. He loved meat, hated bright light, hated doctors and what they gave to him. And he didn't want to hurt this strange boy in glasses, as he belonged to him, to Josh. Was it hard to adjust to new life for them? Of course. But it was only the beginning.

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Take the streets if you want to Just outrun the demons could you

so here’s that until dawn/climbing class thing i was working on..you should look at the full size images 1 | 2 | 3 

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AU where Chris and Flamethrower dude walk a little faster to the shed and make it to Josh in time… 🙃

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Until Dawn Not a Prank AU, Why Me?

Based on @wendigofigure 's AU

Josh didn't mean for it to go this far. It was just to scare the others. Chris would be happy cause now Ashley liked him. But when he woke up, chained up in the shed next to a screaming and crying Ashley. Chris panicking as a saw slowly started to move towards them. He cried, screamed, begged, fuck he didn't want to actually die.

He closed his eyes expecting to blade to bury itself in his stomach. But instead he heard a loud blood curdling shriek next to him. Ashely's eyes were now lifeless as her lower half disconnected from her chest. A mess of organs and blood decorated both him and the floor. It took him a moment to realize what it meant.

Chris chose to save him.

"C...Chris?" Josh asked in disbelief when the door to the divider opened. Chris team over to his friend tightly hugging him as he tried not to cry.

"Don't look man, I...I...." Chris stuttered before pulling away and untying Josh's wrists. "Fuck I killed Ash..." Josh held his friend tightly but stayed silent. He couldn't tell Chris he was the reason Ash was dead.

"What about Ashley?" He could barely get out.

"Stop it man....we gotta get out of here. It's just you and me now." The teens left the shed, Josh taking a glance back at Ashley as guilt panged in his chest as he could only ask himself one question.

'Why me?'

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Ah yes, definitely unhealthy possessiveness. Especially for precious or shiny trinkets? like a magpie?

So... guess what i thought?

Blame Dumbledore. He started these Magpie Tom things.

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I love this and need to see this happen…

Helluva Boss - Striker/Millie/Moxxie fic

Summary: Striker gets a call from the last imp he would ever expect. He’s about to begin the weirdest threesome in Hell and come to terms with his past along the way.

(This is just a little excerpt from it to see if anyone is even interested in it.)

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“Striker.”

He looks away from the patrons of the bar and to his guest. “Mildred.” He stands and shakes her hand, just like the first time they met. The hospitable Southern charm had never been a show, at least not entirely. “How can I help you?”

“Millie is just fine,” she says as she sits. Her spine is straight and her hands are folded on the table. “Thank you for meeting me.”

“I never say no to a lady.” Striker tips his hat to her.

“Okay, quit the shit.” She says, not unkindly. Her lips pull into a frown. “You know I’m not your biggest fan after the way you treated Moxxie.”

Striker tosses back his drink. “I do know that, which is why I’m so surprised you wanted to see me.” Fucking with Moxxie had been fun, watching him squirm and grit his teeth at every challenge. Striker had like his feisty little spirit, the way he fought so hard.

“Your treatment of him is why I asked you here.”

“Aww, little man has his lady fight his battles for him? That’s a-.”

“Do you want to fuck my husband?”

Well hats off to Mildred for managing to shock the fuck out of him.

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Ya‘ll I CANNOT express to you how badly I need Spot redemption fics…like I need him to realize Miles is a child and that it wasnt his fault. I need him to see the physical, psychological, and emotional damage that Miguel has done to Miles and go absolutely FERAL to protect him

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Headcanon that when Tim first started as Robin, he promised himself that he wouldn't die like Jason, and then proceeded to live out of sheer force of will.

He gets shot in the heart or blown to smithereens, and fifteen seconds later, he is picking himself off the floor like it's another Tuesday. Won't even acknowledge it happened. The type of guy to slap a bandaid on a stab wound and walked away with a flat line on a monitor.

He lives out of spite, solely so he can look at his siblings and go "Well, at least I didn't die" whenever one of them annoys him. With the amount of improbable stunts Tim pulls, Damian doesn't even think he is human anymore.

(Bruce loves his son, but sometimes he adds holy water into the coffee maker just so he can be sure Tim did not join the demon realm. Jason is less subtle about pulling Tim into churches to see if he will burn and melt. He does it a grand total of 7 times before Dick hosts an intervention about how loving your brother means you have to stop trying to exorcise him.)

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Like I don’t think you guys understand how badly I need them to be friends…I feel this is EXACTLY how it would be if Spot knew he was dealing with a kid(I don’t think he knows guys)

Nerd uncle acquired(?)