#⍋ little dove . some angels have the devil on their side .

[prophecey]

⍋          it was hard to get a reaction out of kieran, and damn near impossible to draw a laugh from them, but @loetise found the one part of winged membrane that was so sensitive it was ticklish. the first time she touched that spot on accident, the demon arched their back at the sensation, gasping as a shutter raked down the length of their spine. then she found it again, this time on purpose. one single tiny little finger traced the vein and made all six foot, five inches of kieran night burst out in a fit of giggles. yeah, giggles. leave it to allie fleur to find their one weakness and use it against them.

"гълъбче," they said, tone colored with equal parts humor and warning. because kieran already knew that was her favorite place to touch them. that was their life now. they were doomed to a lifetime of giggles at the mercy of a pocket fairy. and they wouldn't have it any other way. "little dove," they repeated in english, wings closing around both of them to eat through every ounce of light shining through their cottage in the woods. "my wings are sensitive." and that was news to kieran. no one usually got close enough to touch them the way they allowed allie. "you're lucky i love you."

[ellecdc]

can i request a reader x poly!marauders where the reader finds a stray kitten and she hides in her robes so she can feed it in morning and just carries it around school.

it’s the boys vs a kitten for reader’s attention, especially sirius sometimes he’s talking smack to the kitten who’s a asleep and then reader catches him and scolds him for it

loolllll poor Siri. Thanks for your request!

Sirius' Arch Nemesis

poly!marauders x fem!reader

CW: brief mention of Sirius' crappy childhood but very brief and it's only for dramatic effect (it's from Sirius' POV, obviously)

Some may deem this dramatic, but Sirius was very sure that this was quite possibly one of the worst things to have ever happened to him.

“Now, that’s a little dramatic, Pads.” Peter chided, watching you coo at a little bundle hidden beneath your robes as you fed it pieces of chicken at dinner.

“She used to feed me chicken like that.” Sirius pouted, causing Remus to snort.

“She’s never once fed you like that, Pads.”

“Awe, poor Siri.” James cooed, sounding awfully sympathetic to his musings; at least Sirius had one ally here. “Would you like me to feed you chicken like that?”

Sirius gave James his best kicked puppy impression (which was very easy seeing as he was a giant puppy and had spent his entire life training for it) and nodded. “Yes please, Jamie.”

James cooed again and pressed a kiss to Sirius’ cheek before dutifully stabbing a piece of chicken and bringing it to Sirius’ mouth.

“Merlin you guys are embarrassing.” Remus muttered as he turned back to watch you dote over the runty little kitten that you’d found in Hogsmeade last weekend all on its lonesome. 

“You should leave it here, dovey. His mama may be looking for him.” Remus tried, though he couldn’t deny that the kitten did look particularly pathetic. The tiny thing was shaking, crying, and looked sort of wet or dirty - Remus may not know much but he was quite certain no kitty mama would let their little one walk around in such a state.

Remus nearly whimpered when you turned your face up to the three boys standing over you with tears in your eyes, your face overflowing with empathy. “Can we wait here then? To see if the mama comes back for him?”

Remus ignored the petulant whining’s from Sirius as he sat himself down beside you in camaraderie with nothing more than a sigh. How could he say no to such a reasonable albeit emotional request?

“Jamie?” You murmured, and Remus wasn’t sure how much of the pout was honest and how much of it was to gain sympathy for your cause, but James was quickly at your side.

“Yes, angel?”

“Do you think you could ask Madame Rosmerta for some water? Maybe tuna if she has some?”

James looked like he really didn’t want to do that but also felt he was in no position to deny you.

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” He conceded, pressing a kiss to your hair and causing Sirius to grumble.

“Why don’t you come with me, Pads? Once we bring it back we can head to Zonko's whist these two wait.” James offered, causing Sirius to brighten up considerably.

Needless to say, the mama cat never did show up and the kitten let out a number of pathetic little sneezes from its curled-up place in your lap.

“It’s getting dark, dove. Curfew is soon.” Remus reminded you gently.

“I can’t leave it here, Rem.” You moaned, still never raising your eyes from the kitten as it kneaded biscuits into your robes.

And Remus really hated to admit it, but he didn’t think you could leave it here either.

So, thanks to your bleeding heart and Remus’ lack of self-restraint when it came to anything you ever wanted, Sirius was effectively being replaced by a tiny little devil.

“I don’t know why you’re so wound up about this Black.” Marlene taunted from her place in her girlfriend’s lap as said girlfriend massaged her scalp on the couch of the Gryffindor common room. “It’s just a tiny kitten.”

“'Just a tiny kitten'.” Sirius sneered back at his best friend. “Right, so tell me, Miss. ‘My-Girlfriend-Is-Currently-Snuggling-And-Petting-Me-Right-At-This-Very-Moment’, what do you see my girlfriend doing right now?”

Marlene barely maneuvered her head from Dorcas’ lap to see you curled up near the fire with a book in your hand and that stupid kitten in your lap. 

“She’s reading to her cat?” Dorcas responded bemusedly, clearly not seeing what the big deal is.

“Exactly!” Sirius huffed. “That should be me.”

“Oh, my gods.” Marlene grumbled as she stood from her place, grabbing Dorcas’ hand to pull her up too. “Can we go snuggle in the snake pit? I can’t handle Sirius’ level of dramatics tonight.”

“Some friend you are!” Sirius shouted at Marlene’s retreating form as the portrait hole closed behind them.

James and Remus were currently at a prefect’s meeting with James being head-boy and Remus as (the head-boy’s favourite) prefect. 

Usually, you and Sirius would spend this time together just the two of you, which was hard to come by sometimes in such a relationship as yours. One-time you guys went and used the bath in the prefect’s bathroom knowing that all the prefects would be busy for the next hour and having gained the password from your boyfriends’. Another time, you two fashioned your own prank without the help of the other Marauder’s and even got away with it!

But right now, Sirius just wanted to cuddle.

But that was fine! If it was animals you wanted to cuddle with, Sirius was more than happy to oblige.

With a quick glance to ensure that the common room was empty, Sirius quickly shifted into Padfoot and made his way over to you.

Padfoot was feeling pretty confident in his plan, that is until he heard a nasty little sound emanating from your lap.

“Sirius!” You scolded, picking up the now very spiky and angry looking kitten from your lap. “You’re scaring him, Pads!” You cooed, tucking the kitten into the collar of your jumper.

The portrait hole opened at this and James and Remus entered the room hand-in-hand, laughing about something before turning to take in the scene.

“Uh oh...” James started, making his way over to the two three of you currently sitting near the fire. “Did Padfoot try to eat the kitten?”

Padfoot harumphed the best he could in his current doggy form. Is good dog, he thought, would not eat...only maim.

“The kitten is frightened.” You pouted, looking to James for sympathy. James looked like he was considering giving it to you, but Remus spoke up as he scratched placatingly behind Padfoot’s ears.

“Perhaps you should bring him upstairs, dovey. Give him some quiet time.”

You readily agreed, much to Padfoot’s chagrin, and left the common room. Now you’d be all the way up there and he’d definitely not get any cuddles.

“Okay, is anyone else sort of jealous of the cat?” James finally muttered plainly once he knew you were out of ear shot.

Yes, Padfoot thought as he quickly shifted back to Sirius. “Yes! It’s like she’s replacing us!”

Remus scoffed at that. “No one is being replaced, boys. Just relax.”

Sirius levelled his boyfriend with a glare. “Yeah? When’s the last time she read to you by the fire, Moons?”

Remus paused and seemed to think on that for a moment before his eyes darted back to Sirius. “I still think you’re being dramatic.”

“It’s been since the kitten, hasn’t it Remus?” Sirius argued, not willing to let it go.

“Sirius, she’s allowed to love things other than us.”

Both Sirius and James scoffed at that. “I think bloody not!” James retorted. 

“I can concede if she likes other things, but she cannot love anything more than me! She needs to love me the most!” Sirius insisted, causing both of his boyfriends to look at him funny.

“Oh?” James asked with a bemused frown.

“Is that how it is, really? You think she loves you the most out of all of us?” Remus continued.

Sirius levelled them with a look he hoped portrayed a “yeah, duh”. 

“Is that how this relationship works for you Sirius? Which of us do you love the most?” James demanded, crossing his arms in that way Sirius loves because it makes his muscles bulge. 

“Me, obviously.” He answered simply.

“You’re your own favourite?” Remus deadpanned.

Sirius shrugged. “Yeah, I’m awesome.”

“You’re not supposed to have favourites!” James whined.

“You’re telling me you’ve never been like ‘oh merlin, right now Moony is my favourite’?” Sirius asked him.

James scoffed indignantly. “Right now, he very well might be!”

Instead of having the effect he hoped that comment would on Sirius, Sirius nodded in agreement. “See? Favourites.”

“You’re an idiot.” Remus grumbled as he stood and made his way upstairs.

“Do you really have favourites?” James asked quietly once Remus had left, his voice giving way to a vulnerability that made Sirius melt.

“Not a chance, bubs.” Sirius insisted, placing a kiss to James’ temple as he pulled the spectacled boy into his side. “I just like arguing with Moony; he makes it so easy to take the piss.”

James chuckled and allowed some tension to leave his body. 

“No, but seriously, what are we going to do about that kitten?” James piped up and pulled away so he could look into Sirius’ face.

“I suppose my current plan of feeding it to the Hippogriffs is a no?” Sirius asked. He was answered by an unamused glare from James.

“Fine. Fine. Hopefully the novelty will wear off soon.” Sirius conceded. For as much shit as he gave you, he did sort of love how much you loved anything and everything that might be in need of some; himself included.

James and Sirius watched the flames dance in the fireplace for some time, just enjoying the quiet company that the two of them very rarely shared together.

“Why don't we go see what those two are up to, hm?” James asked eventually, helping Sirius up from his position on the floor and heading up the stairs towards the boy's dorm.

The room was quiet as they entered and when Sirius turned after closing the door to survey the room, he let out a horrified gasp.

“How in the buggering hell did he manage that!?” He whisper shouted, pointing to Remus laying on his bed with you pulled into his side, nuzzled into the crook of his arm.

As James moved to survey the two of you from another side, his face morphed into a pained grimace. “Pads, maybe it’s best we-”

But it was too late, Sirius had seen all he needed to see.

“You bloody traitor!” He nearly shrieked, albeit not loud enough to stir you nor the stupid fucking kitten currently curled up in a very content ball on Remus’ chest from your respective slumber’s.

If Remus had been pretending to sleep, his ruse was given away by a smug smirk gracing his face.

“Better luck next time, Sirius.” He goaded, rubbing a soothing hand up and down your arm as you burrowed further into the werewolf’s side. 

Sirius had been beaten, crucio’d, starved, disowned and homeless in his eighteen years of life. But this right here was without a doubt the worst thing to have ever happened to him.

[edgeray]

Arlecchino is a corrupt person.

(Arlecchino x Reader Blurb)

It is why it comes to everyone's surprise when they find out she has such a pretty little thing like yourself hooked around her finger, following her around like a lovesick puppy at times (what people do not know is that it's her that is the lovesick puppy). After all, how can a 'dove' such as yourself, innocuous and pure, follow around a Fatui Harbinger like herself? When you're out in public with your beloved husband, hand-in-hand, the two of you frequently garner gawks from strangers: stares of concern, sometimes of disgust, and most infuriating of all? Pity.

That's only because they don't know she's already debauched you.

When a romance blossomed between the two of you, Arlecchino was quick to inform you of her depravity. She tells you that her hands are dipped in sin: the blood of many and the destruction in any. She tells you of the rumors that surround her, whether exaggerated or accurate, they are, nonetheless, a statement and reflection of her character. She tells you that the public, Fatui, Harbingers, and her children alike are terrified of her. She tells you that no amount of atoning will allow her to repent the atrocities she has caused. You, who is the closest thing to an angel, are with someone who is one of the closest things to a devil. Surely, she will drag you to the depths of hell with her, won't she?

She asked you one day, near the start of the relationship, if you would traverse the barren and harrowing landscape that is hell with her when it came to it.

Her words are as crass and undignified whenever she's with you--she sees no need to hide this part of herself from you as it was only another fragment of her decadence--but her body language is subtly different. Her gaze is sweeping over your expression, her shoulders are more upright (tense, you later corrected), her brows sporting a slight knit, and her expression is not as unreadable as she likes to believe. Something as uncharacteristic of her as hesitance and uncertainty makes its way into her speech, regarding you.

It makes you pause, your thoughts halting to a stop as you take in her expression. Arlecchino, an ever-assured and sophisticated diplomat of the Tsaritsa and Snezhnaya, is reluctant. It's here that humanizes her, and displays to you her own insecurity, no matter how small it is. It's... almost adorable, gratifying, even, to be able to see this hint of vulnerability. The Fourth Harbinger isn't as infallible as many believe, but only she allows you to see it.

You raise your hand to cup one side of her face delicately and tenderly stroke her cheek with your thumb; not because she is fragile glass but because despite her corruptedness, you love her wholly and untaintedly. And because it is you, she visibly melts, leaning forward and placing some weight on your palm as you hold her. Your other hand searches for hers, intertwining an angel's fingers with a devil's; it only feels like bliss. You gaze into her red-crossed eyes--the distinct crimson akin to the blood she's spilled, the same pupils that have struck terror in others, the very rubies that hold compassion only when they're on you--warmly.

You tell her that the two of you will rule hell if she so desires.

Even if she is corrupt, your love will always be uncorrupt: unwavering and pure. And for that, maybe, for loving someone like that, that makes you just as debauched.

To hell with it.

Arlecchino is a corrupt person. So are you.

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A/N: Sorry for the delay on posting today's blurb! I'll try to make it up tomorrow. <33 Soft Arlecchino has my heart.

[dollivication]

DEVIL MAY CRY || BOT DROP 2

WARNING! Some bots include sensitive topics. DARK CONTENT BASED. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

Things weren’t looking up for you ever since you’ve moved out of your parents’ house. And the moment you thought your neighbor could provide a sense of normalcy… he provided the opposite.

Introducing DANTE SPARDA — “Someone’s been avoiding me. Why’s that, sweetheart? Do I scare ya?”

Your older brother is tired of your lack of discipline and obedience. It’s your fault that he has to resort to more.. Unordinary measures, to get you to finally listen.

Introducing VERGIL SPARDA — “If you cannot follow instructions, then perhaps you need to learn the hard way.”

Your older brothers have differing views on just about everything and anything. As their little sister, you’d do well to side with one of them. Or both, if you can manage..

Introducing VERGIL AND DANTE — “You’re a terrible influence, Dante. I won’t let you drag the girl down into an endless immaturity like yours.” … “At least with me, they’ll live a little. Right?”

Tale has stated that angels are the most generous beings, and you are living proof of that. But he has grown weary of you wasting it all on others... So keep flying, angel, because one day, he’ll make sure you won’t be able to anymore.

Introducing V SPARDA — “..There is nothing out there for you, doll. The world out there is cold, unfeeling. But here... here, we have the warmth of our shared moments. Isn't that worth staying for?”

If Satan had a kid, you’d be the child. You’re a controversial topic in the eyes of those that devote themselves to religion—such as him. He’d do well to stay out of your way.. Yet his undeniable curiosity may his free ticket to Hell.

Introducing NERO SPARDA — “There’s better places to be doing that, you know.. Why’re you even here?”

The best part about having a best friend is being able to understand each other on deeper levels, have shared likes, and come to agreements... And they understand that they both desire you, both adore you, and agree to keep you.

Introducing V AND NERO — “Finally—You were out for a good while.. Was starting to get worried, babe.” … “Forgive us for the..unfortunate circumstances, but it is only temporary. Simply.. be good to us, and we’ll be good to you. I’m sure that won’t be difficult for you, songbird.”

Tread with extreme wary…

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Baizhu - Hawks-like Geo Vision User Reader

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I always put in a screenshot of the ask first before I actually start writing and this one is huge so it may look a bit disproportionate, sorry about that. I made it so reader's wings are there but when they're not being used they disappear like weapons do when their not fighting. They really only come into play when the reader is flying or when the use their ult or e skill. —Benny🐰

                                                                                                   

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🐍 Firstly; Dr. Baizhu here loves your laid back, devil may care attitude, it helps distract him from his rather bleak seeming fate. You always know how to show him the bright side of every minuscule thing throughout the day, it seems.

🐍 That confidence of yours is also quite contagious; sometimes, you can catch him strutting around Bubu Pharmacy like some sort of runway model. It's quite the entertaining display, I assure you.

🐍 You're quite the charmer as well, it seems. You're always able to get Baizhu flustered out of his wits with that lazy smirk of yours. You make his knees turn to jelly and his stomach feel all gooey and warm inside.

🐍 He loves how clingy you are, even if he blue screens for a couple seconds after first contact. He's just not used to this kind of thing. Qiqi gives him hugs, of course, but your touch is just... different somehow.

🐍 You love kids, you say? That's great! Baizhu would just absolutely adore it if you get along with little Qiqi. He definitely leaves her to you when he needs to go out and about to run various errands or pick up things for the pharmacy.

🐍 Your bird-like traits intrigue him to no end. Are you an adeptus perhaps, like The Conquerer of Demons or Rex Lapis? Or maybe you're a yokai from Inazuma or something. He has no idea, you should definitely let him conduct a full-body examination.

🐍 As a person who needs glasses, Baizhu is kind of jealous of how great your eyesight is. Though, he has to admit that your eyes are helpful to him in a way; you've somehow been able to identify a new species of Violetgrass... somehow...

🐍 You've made this poor man have to go and buy a whole storage chest with all the little nick-nacks you bring him. Not that he minds of course, the more the merrier. Weirdly shaped rocks, small chunks of ore, loose buttons, jewelry, flowers, etc.; he'll happily accept it all.

🐍 He loves to put on upbeat music to see you bob your head to it, it makes him laugh every time. Sometimes he'll even see Qiqi do it with you and can't help but join in too, it's actually really fun in his opinion.

🐍 Baizhu never actually knew you had wings until they suddenly materialized out of thin air. He thought they were beautiful; similar to a bird of prey's wings, like the Brownwing Falcons of Wuwang Hill.

🐍 When you took him out to Mt. Tianheng and let him watch you fly around it's cliffs and peaks, he was absolutely enthralled. Just how fast could those beautiful wings even take you? To him, you looked like an angel.

🐍 And when you showed him how you incorporate your wings and your Geo vision? By golly, Baizhu was over the moon with wonder!

🐍 You almost looked like you were preforming one of Yun-Han Troupe's feather fan operas. You're wings encased in amber as you spun and dove; taking out those evil slimes that threatened to harm your Prince Baizhu. Oh! It was like a fairytale.

🐍 Though, out of all of your wings' features, he enjoys how you express yourself through them the most. Drooping when you're sad or disappointed, quick little flaps when you're excited or happy. And of course his most favorite is when they puff up when you're showing off. He thinks it's cute.

🐍 All in all, Baizhu is deeply in love with you and wouldn't trade you for anything in the world. You're the person he wishes to spend his remaining years with, however many he's got left.

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[dimepdf]

MISC MASTERLIST.

remember to show your support by sending me a message or reblog! I always appreciate feedback on any of my works and appreciate everyone who comments. 

key: ☁️ fluff , 🕊 angst , ❕ smut , ❔ on hold

★    MW3!

in love with johnny's girl. 🕊❕

since the moment that Ghost laid eyes on you, he has sworn to be smitten. too bad you are Soap's girl. (ghost)

don't worry daddy's home. ☁️❕

you miss König a lot, and every time he comes back, you make sure to make up for lost time. (konig)

★    NOPE!

doves in the wind.❕

you and Angel might have gotten off on the wrong foot, or maybe that's what you want him to think. (angel)

somebody to love. 🕊

trauma bonding with your least favorite bleached blonde coworker. (angel)

falling in your arms. 🕊

the unfolding of it begins to take a toll on you after fighting a killer cloud alien with a thirst for your family's horses, siblings, and friends. Fortunately, Angel is by your side to support you. (angel)

★    ERROR 143!

spitters are quitters. ☁️❕

the movie date you go on with Micah ends up being a bit more than PG-13.

★    CHAINSAW MAN!

evil, ornery, scandalous, and evil.❕

how your boyfriend would react to you calling him pretty.

you'll always be next to me. ☁️

Angel Devil sometimes has too much on his mind to worry about, and he likes to use you to distract him from it all.

★    THE LAST OF US!

i think you're holding the heart of mine.🕊❕

Joel couldn't help it, he was infatuated with the way you looked, and he would think about you so vividly that it would keep him up to the point of tossing and turning in his bed at night.

kissing bruises.❕

when it comes to your sticky fingers, Joel is pretty tired of being the one to clean up all your messes, so he decides that he finally deserves an award.

★    SLASHERS!

your teeth in my neck.❕

with Ethan being the poor loser virgin that he was, the boy just couldn't help but have some weird fantasies about you taking his virginity.

teasing touches.❕

when you tease Jack just a little bit too much before the Scream VI movie premiere, making it difficult for him to stay grounded in the theater, especially with your lingering hands.

★    AVATER!

touch me 'round my wasteland.❕

when you initially asked Neteyam, the eldest Sully son who also happened to be smitten for you, for more assistance with your Na'vi knowledge, he was happy to help with a more hands-on approach.

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[bitterbitern]

Oh Lucifer!

My summer's tv fix(ation) has been Lucifer, meaning I'm late to the game in terms of the show's run, but I also get to go back and forth with full knowledge of how it all turns out.

I did not immediately get into Lucifer; I did not even finish the pilot when I tried it at some point in pre-pandemic times, but this summer I dove right in at like episode 2 or 3 and just watched the whole thing and now have gone back to squeeze the life out of the juicy and interesting bits. (beware, spoilers ahead for the whole run of the show)

The shot above is from season 6, where Lucifer turns to Chloe and he's gesturing about the position they might have been in when having sex and conceiving Rory, which is in my estimation comedic genius and one of the funniest moments of the show. I guess a lot of people have had trouble with S6, but coming as I do from a background steeped in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which dropped in a ret-con little sister in the 5th season, I didn't bat an eye at the time traveling daughter who shows up to timeloopparadox her way into existence through several more episodes to the end.

A lot of people didn't like how the series ended, either because it felt forced or was unfair to Chloe and on the first point, sure, but there's been worse finales to shows, and secondly, absolutely, but the show was never going to be able to be quite *that* subversive.

Think back to the S2E11, 'Stewardess Interruptus' where there's a whole long line of Lucifer's lovers lingering at the precinct that shows how promiscuous and daring Lucifer is, *gasp* there's men there too. What there isn't is anyone who isn't baseline "conventionally attractive" not matter how they're styled. Show me Lucifer getting it on with a dazzling array of different bodies and types (bring your fat, your amputees, your old, scarred weirdos) and I'll believe he's really willing to subvert his dear old Dad (or really that the showrunners are willing to challenge audience expectations.)

My point here as regards the ending of the show is that in all of the kerfuffle about if Chloe could accept Lucifer as the Devil and a Celestial and Immortal, but there's never any exploration about whether or not Lucifer can really accept Chloe for who she is: a mortal woman who lives a normal lifespan, whose body will necessarily not be young, perfect, perky etc and who will eventually die. They never have to do the gross boring stuff of being together long term with a human: the show is never clear on whether Lucifer excretes?? Do angels poop? Unclear.

Ending the show with Lucifer being the redemptive therapist rehabilitating the damned and brooding/missing Chloe for a million years from his perspective is preferable for the show runners: high drama and tragic love vs the risk that Lucifer in living a mortal life side by side with the detective might run out of things to miscommunicate about or might not always be "in the mood."

For all that, I'm a romantic and trust that Lucifer would be as totally deranged-devoted to Chloe in 50 years as he was when they met. It's just that on the shows own terms, that's not sexy or not the right kind of sexy.

[semi-imaginary-place]

random trigun thoughts from discord

trigun is heavy on the genderqueer themes in regards to otherness and how the relationship between one's body impacts the formation of identity. read some posts about knives over the last few days and how his experience with othering which began from his body contributed to the formation of his identity as something separate from humans. There's also the parallel readings of Trigun as being about dual identities, for example people of mixed ethnicity or diaspora culture

Roberto de Niro is the babygirl of the party. vash is my little sweetiepie. (no seriously studio orange kidnapped acclaimed A list hollywood celebrity actor robert de niro using a time machine to 2009). Followup on why roberto is in stampede: to die and give meryl character growth. So that she has an angsty backstory of course, and to give her a gun.

dmc came out in 2001 so it and trigun are from the same era, so the similarities might be more a 90s 2000s thing. A lot of 90s stuff was grimdark edgy cyberpunk-esque so that would explain vash and dante's leather strap bdsm gear outfits. Gotta love a man decked out in bdsm gear. red blue twins, one of them is evil and the other on the side of humanity. Oh there is the whole dual identity thing with both twins too and the christianity. But atmosphere and concept are very different. Dmc is more gothic and demon hunting. Trigun is a space western mad max style. Both series: dead mom no dad lol. Stronger similarities to dmc in the manga where Plants have angel imagery (both the common dove wing and the biblically accurate eldritch). Vash and dante red/black devil imagery to knives and virgil white/blue angel imagery. Though this is fairly common, devilman's ryo and asuka, berserk's guts and griffith, the two gays from world ends with you. Vash and knives in stampede have additional contrasts with knives powers being sharp mechanical and vash's organic. Knives never wears clothes made by noman land's humans. Vash only wears clothes made on no mans land. Both have stuff from the spacefaring age/lost technology.

Plants in stampede instead emphasize the competing strategies of surviving on a desert world: plants (terraforming) vs. Plants (magic generators). Manga Plants are so weird there like a dozen plucked rotisserie chickens growing out of a girls neck and 2 human bodies attached to 1 head. there isn't just the sheer amount of energy Plants produce but magic portal dimensioning organic matter (which if you think about it is also a form of slow terraforming since you are adding organic matter and water into the biogeochemical cycles of the planet).

Speaking of trigun, all this talk of human survival and terraforming reminds me of the red mars movement which is a fictional movement from a novel of the same name. Say humans do terraform mars/gunsmoke/nomansland and make it more hospital to humans. Sure that's good for humans but in a way its bad for the planet as its pre-human characteristics would be lost forever. Being better for humans isn't the same as ethically good and just because something is useless to humans doesn't mean it doesn't have intrinsic value in just existing. This is more significant in stampede where vash was a "useless" Plant that didn't produce anything (as opposed the manga where vash and naj were of equal power). In making planets more like earth all we get are half baked earth clones and what is lost is what make those inhospitable planet unique and different from Earth. The humans of trigun stampede see nomans land as a resource to be used and molded to their needs, just as they see Plants, even "good" characters like rem or luida.The manga has (or at least stampede is yet to have) the layer that terraforming projects are seen as both literal and metaphorical gardens of eden/a good thing for gunsmoke

Studio orange renaming the planet nomans land reminds me of the fictional town nowhere. Gunsmoke wasnt a bad name either i mean we have a dude calling himself millions knives. I find these fiction english lang names to be charming

"While showing the twins the geranium flower, Nai turns to Rem and asks if it's just ornamental, like the one in the Plant room. Rem's face pauses into a Wait, What? expression before she masks it praising Nai for his observational skill. When Knives shows Vash the next memory from that incident, there is a geranium flower being held in a vase, but it's in the room where Tesla's body is being kept implicitly as a memorial for her. Nai is already showing signs of distrust towards humans and Rem's true intentions towards him and Vash. The geraniums being ornamental also offers parallels to the suspended remains of Tesla, as red things kept in glass to be admired and looked at. It parallels how he comes to view Vash as well — useless, fragile, without volition of his own, but still precious and to be protected. Sealed away, if necessary, from whatever might consume him. Of course, 'something to be consumed' is how he believes humans view both him and Vash, even as he uses Vash for resources himself." (Someone on tvtropes). The connection of red flowers in glass cases to dying Plants or Plants in general in cases

Idk about 98 since it looked like filler to me but between maximum and stampede they changed up the twins childhoods. (I like both, both takes are interesting and compelling). In stampede they had an unequal childhood dynamic with nai being the powerful useful one that had Plant powers and vash the weak useless one who could generate anything and didnt have plant powers and he did was eat and sleep, just like a human. This sets up in both their minds as knives being the protector and vash the protected. Vash as the weak human one, nai as the powerful greater than human one. As the weaker more human one a few of us fans extrapolate that its likely vash got more attention and care than nai (gifted child neglect). Because vash was the weaker one he need more care and since nai was powerful, self sufficient, and independent of course he'd be fine on his own

I dont have a preference between stampede wolfwood and manga wolfwood (mostly because im not a shipper, they seem to prefer manga wolfwood). Stampede sets up an interesting character contrast where all the main characters look 25. Vasha and knives are older than they look and are like in their 150s while by contrast wolfwood is younger than he looks, stampede is vague on the age but he acts like a sassy middle schooler so idk he might actually be 12 (which i find very funny and alao why). And then we have meryl who is a normal 20 something. (23? I dont remember). Manga sets up a different contrast with wolfwood actually being 25 (maybe time isnt real on gunsmoke) but looking like he's 40. I will say wolfwood and vash have infinitely more chemistry in the manga like they have an actual dynamic thats touches core parts of both characters while also being entertaining to watch. Shippers are wack and can spin cotton from nothing so the presence of shippers really only ever indicates 2 male characters exist but oh there is definitely something going on in the manga where there isn't in stampede. Manga wolfwood also has a more unique concept in the manga than in stampede (so far) as the manga fans like to say: they took his melanin, they took his nose, they took his tits, they took his job, they took his scoliosis, and they took his boyfriend

[dncinginthemccnlight]

☼☾ ( gabriella wilde , 31 , she/her, cisfemale , Wright 3 Alistair's sister wc) - have you seen CONSTANCE SEYMOUR NEE WRIGHT?  we’ve heard through the grapevine that they’re CHARMING but also DUPLICITOUS. when you think of them , you think of A DOVE TRAINED TO CARRY MESSAGES, LETTERS WRITTEN IN A SPECIAL CODE BETWEEN SIBLINGS, A SMILE THAT HIDES SO MUCH MEANING.

TW: Murder

Constance finds her name to be something of a joke as there has never been anything constant about her. As the baby of the Wright family, Constance was seen as something of a gem. She was beautiful even from childhood, a blonde haired, blue eyed angel. Then again, Lucifer himself was an angel before the fall and the most beautiful one at that. Constance was no devil, but her brothers would argue that she could be close. A darling when she was happy, when she was displeased, she would find the most devious methods of vengeance and enact them with a smile. Even her brothers, masters of manipulation in their own rights, found Constance to be a formidible adversary. However, Constance rarely raged against her brothers. In all things, they were her allies, the only people she was loyal to when push came to shove.

Though Constance was a viscountess and a new one at that, she could bewitch far above her station, and she did, catching the attention of the son of the Duke of Somerset, Henry Seymour. Henry became besotted with the mysterious Constance Wright and set about marriage. The two were married quickly, with Constance egging the marriage on just in case the Duke disagreed. Little did she know that Henry had his own dark side, one which Constance thought she could handle at first. Constance became pregnant and things seemed to get better; Constance had a hope that she could finally secure her position, but when her daughter was born, Henry's vitriol became too much to ignore. But Constance was a Wright at heart.

Her husband took ill quite suddenly and Constance played the part of dutifully distraught wife. She cried when speaking of her dear Henry, she held their baby girl, and grieved openly. It was only at night that she cooed to her baby with a mocking smile. "Now my little Duchess, we are secure." But security is a fickle mistress and the Wrights were never satisfied with being secure, not when a chance opened in France to find some bigger fish. With both her brothers at her side, she is sure to make a match.

[kiernabog]

tag drop !

anti social demon club     ››     promo  .

half a corpse and half a god     ››     self promo  .

clever as the devil and twice as pretty     ››     visage  .

forgive me if i taste a little too much like poison     ››     interactions  .

when you’re fed rage all your life you refuse the taste of peace     ››     study  .

true love is, above all things, seductive     ››     desires  .

sweet dreams are made of this     ››     eye candy  .

do villains have hearts     ››     headcanons  .

when we fall asleep where do we go     ››     answered  .

i met evil when i was only a child     ››     memes  .

he wears the smell of blood and death like a perfume     ››     dash games  .

devils roll the dice angels, roll their eyes     ››     ooc  .

cold hands warm heart     ››     save  .

some angels have the devil on their side     ››     little dove  .

she’s no angel     ››     terror twins  .

[izzyspussy]

"And this is Crowley," Aziraphale finishes his introduction,¹ "my..." He trails off. He turns to look at Crowley, as if he might be labeled somewhere, and Crowley looks back at him too.

"Hm," Crowley hums in thought, but no end to the angel's sentence comes to mind for him either. The most accurate thing would probably just be for Aziraphale to call Crowley his with no modifier. Baring that Crowley would be happy to be called his friend, or his best friend if the angel is feeling a little sweet on him-

"Husband," Aziraphale finishes decisively.

Crowley's brain does something a little bit like what the Bentley might do trying to run without petrol if it were a normal car. When his mental engine finally manages to turn over, the conversation has moved on. Dierdre is telling Aziraphale all about Adam's early years² while he coos like a contented dove.

"Whgk," says Crowley. Gratifyingly, Aziraphale berefts Dierdre of his regard immediately. Her sentence is more cut off by his sudden and complete dismissal than it is by Crowley's negligible noise. "Hus-Husband?"

"Well," Aziraphale says carefully. He folds his hands in front of himself, his shoulders straight. He's about to present a very reasonable argument. "We did sort of agree to share the rest of our lives, didn't we? And, really, when it comes down to it, we've been splitting our responsibilities and assets evenly for quite some time. And-and we've shared, er, exclusive intimacy..."

He wrings his fingers a little, but whatever he sees on Crowley's face (Crowley cannot even begin to imagine) must keep him from getting too nervous. His eyes are aglow with- Well, with You Know What, alleged opposite of spooky, when he smiles dopily at Crowley. The look, as it always does, makes Crowley feel like he's actually melting.

"Yes?" Aziraphale asks, redundantly.

"Yes," Crowley manages, glad that his ever present sunglasses are already covering his eyes anyway and he doesn't have to blink rapidly and pretend to be allergic to pollen or something. Aziraphale's smile turns positively radiant.³ He grasps Crowley's elbow briefly before he turns back to Dierdre.

"As you were saying, dear," he prompts, and patiently waits for her to comprehend the swiveling conversation.

Crowley helplessly luxuriates in the effervescence of Aziraphale's love for a time. The only reason he doesn't start floating is because as a demon he is naturally pulled downward with a greater force than merely the effect of gravity on his mass. The only reason he doesn't have little pink hearts spinning around his head is because that would be too embarrassing a display for the innocent bystanders, and Adam ensures they are all spared.

Eventually, Crowley comes back to Earth. And he wants his- his husband's attention, immediately.

"Quite a major faux pas you've done there, angel," he accuses lightly, interrupting Dierdre again.⁴

"No!" Aziraphale gasps, straightening sharply from where he'd been looking at a picture of Adam covered head to toe in peanutbutter on Dierdre's phone, instantly defensive. "What?"

Crowley holds up his hands, wriggles his fingers cheekily.

"No ring?" he teases, grinning, too happy to even fake a pout.

"Oh, you greedy devil, you," Aziraphale tuts. The way he says it, it rather sounds more like 'my poor sweet baby'. He shuffles into Crowley's intimate space, leaving Dierdre's side. Crowley selfishly can't sympathize with her loss, when it leads directly to his personal gain.

Aziraphale takes Crowley's left hand in his, sliding their fingers together so that their terribly mismatched manicures can provide a striking visual contrast.⁵ Then he takes the golden angel wings off of his pinky and slides it onto Crowley's marriage finger.

A jolt of adrenaline shoots through Crowley, softened into a mere static shock by the warm, fluffy Aziraphale-ness that the ring brings shining down on him. How the Grace doesn't hurt him Crowley doesn't know, and for once in his existence he can't bring himself to question it.

"Angel," he gasps. "Isn't that your-?" He cuts himself off before he finishes. Wouldn't do to out Aziraphale as having a halo to the Youngs when they've only just met and are trying to convince them that they're acceptable influences for Adam.

"Ah," Aziraphale brushes him off, physically waving his words away with his now bare hand. "The things are mostly cosmetic anyway. And I'm hardly using it for its intended purpose, am I. It'd be wasteful not to reuse it!"

Crowley laughs. "Sure, angel," he says.

The demon chews on his lip for a moment, wanting to give Aziraphale something of his to wear that's equivalent. Of course the only thing is...

Crowley shuffles them a little way away from the Youngs⁶ and turns them in closer to each other so that the Out Of The Know humans can't see. He disguises his movement as just a scratch at his temple, and then smooths his own hand over Aziraphale's.

When he pulls back, there is a stylized black snake with a red belly tattooed around the angel's marriage finger. The side of Crowley's face feels naked without it.

"Oh, my love," Aziraphale breathes, staring down at his new companion, the belly-crawling animal that used to be Crowley's mark of divinity.

"S'at okay?" Crowley asks belatedly. Any other angel might be disgusted to have something like that on them. But not Aziraphale. He lifts his own hand to his mouth and gently kisses Crowley's mark. Crowley squirms.⁷

Things continue on generally as they have been, from there. Crowley is a demon with a halo, and Aziraphale is an angel with a lowly aspect. And they love each other, and it all seems, to them, very simple. At least now it is, anyway.

There is something they don't know, though.⁸

They say love is touching souls, that marriage joins them. This happens to be, in the parlance, nice and accurate.

Crowley has a little piece of Aziraphale's soul now, and Aziraphale a little piece of Crowley's. And Aziraphale's soul is immune to holy water, and Crowley's soul is immune to hellfire. This likely will never come up, and it isn't the point as far Crowley and Aziraphale are concerned.

But in case the reader had any lingering worries, there you have it. Rest at ease and dream of an angel and a demon who have a happily ever after, and Baby B's award winning tropical fish.

~The End~

1: All present regret, to some degree, allowing Aziraphale to handle these, as they have taken thrice as much time and five times as many words as they might have otherwise.

2: Adam is stoically suffering this indignity, believing it to be a just punishment for the mischief he intends to get his new friends into - as yet unbeknownst to either of them. (One of them will approve vociferously, while the other will make a very bad show at not feeling the same.)

3: It took several hundred years of gradually increasing exposure for Crowley to get properly used to this, in much the same way as some of humanity adapted to tan instead of burn in the sun.

4: Okay. She sees how it is.

5: Crowley's black gel polish painstakingly applied himself every week, although he does not have to cure them because he doesn't know you need to. And Aziraphale's subtle French tips, which keep themselves perfectly maintained with no outward input until such time as he decides he wants to have a spa day and surely they must need it.

6: Everyone likes this move. It's a sweet moment and all, but they'd like to get on with their own thing and that's quite difficult to do with a couple having a rather extended proposal right in the middle of your conversation.

7: It's not a squirm that a human-shaped being should be able to squirm. Any genuinely human beings who saw it will find, to their relief, that no, in fact, they did not.

8: There are a great many things, actually, that Crowley and Aziraphale don't know. Almost certainly more things than they do, one might conclude upon any significant observation of them.

[web-spinning]

kind of piggy-backing off of the other anon, mercs with an s/o who’s a demon ?

A / N- It is done. Hope you like it! I figured out a demon would be a bit badass, yes?

And another thing, my inbox is clean again, and holidays start tomorrow. You all know what that means c:

TW. Ask to tag.

Scout

- he is scared of you at first, 

- but you both grow close as he realizes you're not a blood thirsted abomination like most sources tend to say, 

- he likes to get into trouble, and you're the one to get him out of them, 

- much like with the angel, the fact that a cosmic being fell in love with him makes him special, 

- let's not forget, he will compliment every single demonic feature of yours, to make sure you don't feel bad about yourself around all humans, 

Soldier

- he probably met you trough Merasmus, 

- I imagine you would be Merasmus' roommate before Soldier, and you would sometimes come by to visit him, getting along with Jane in the meantime,

- he will put plastic horns on his raccoons to make you cheer up when you're sad, 

- " Here cupcake, Lieutenant Bites looks just like you!", 

- he wanted to make a necklace of human ears, but he was scared it wouldn't impress you enough, 

- oh also, you do not want to tell him that demons don't come from America...please, 

Pyro

- this firebug doesn't know what a demon is, 

- but nonetheless, they love you! You can tell, because they invite you to tea parties twice a week, 

- in their Pyrovision, they don't exactly see you as you really are, but they can clearly see your demonic features, 

- they love every and each of them, and will make sure you know,

- you're the only person that doesn't seem to be scared when they give you a bucket of candy! Which translating to ours, the bucket is actually full of human organs, 

- you're also not scared of the fire, which makes them love you even more, 

Demoman

- this Scottish lad never been happier than by your side, 

- throwing granades while by his lover's side, that's live for him, 

- he wouldn't be a DeGroot if his mother didn't have to meet you...she likes you a lot, and will teach you how to cook all of Tavish's favorite meals, 

- he's also very jealous of how much alcohol your body is capable of taking, 

- however, he also has bad days...ones when he feels like a true abomination, like a real cyclop, 

- and you're there to remind him he's not a leviathan, every single time, 

- usually ends up with him sleeping in your arms with dried tears on his cheeks, 

Heavy

- he's very impressed by your strength, 

- you remind him of the people back from the cold end of his home country, 

- he loves getting words of reassurance, and he will definitely give you ones too in return, 

- the two of you will spend hours, clumsily laying down and telling each other stories about defeating different creatures, 

- " That's how I killed the bear." 

" Reminds me of that time I was haunting for that one Kikimora...", 

- sometimes, he will tell you those stories while you can't sleep, to make you a bit calmer, 

Engineer

- he doesn't know how to deal with it at first, 

- he must've spent some sleepless nights thinking about what to do with this little problem of his, 

- then he kinda accepted it, 

- he still doesn't understand the whole demon thing, Dell's just happy to have you, 

- you are also often welcome to help him with his projects! Although, don't use the teleporter, 

Medic 

- you probably met him while he was selling his soul to the devil, 

- something just sparked, you were fascinated about this mad scientist, 

- long story short, you decided to take a closer look at his work on Earth, and broop! You both fell for each other, 

- perhaps you're the one that helped him push those 8 extra souls into him, 

- feel free to use the surgery tools if you need them to end some bastards, 

- he would probably get you really deep into the whole mercenary business, 

- at the end of the day, you both are just two evil lovers who like doves, 

Sniper

- someone help this man, he couldn't admit his feelings towards you for months, 

- but he finally manned up enough to do it, and as he was about to confess to you...you confessed to him first, 

- you both still laugh at that, 

- unlike with Scout and Pyro, you're the one who gives compliments, 

- he will tell you a lot about Australia's fauna and flora, and in return will patiently listen to you telling him about the creatures of your kind, 

- taking the opportunity of the fact that you don't need as much sleep as him, he will often stay up with you at the roof of his camper, stargazing together, 

- during those stargazing sessions, he most likely falls asleep in your arms, 

Spy

- one time this snake managed to sneak into a high prestige meeting...of the council of your people over the underworld,

- he was quickly kicked out, but the fact that he was brave enough to do that made you interested in you,

- soon, you met him again in another one of those " high prestige " meetings, and that's how it started,

- he will often invite you to dates, even tho Badlands don't offer much fancy restaurants,

- sometimes just being in his room is enough,

- he uses too much pet names,

- la malfaisance, le fleau, mon mechant prince / ma mechante princesse /ma royaute, and more. 

[yandearest]

MTOBEIYF Planned Ending

Apologies for not writing in a long time. I haven’t been able to work on my fic due to personal reasons. Not sure if I will have time in the future but didnt want to leave people hanging so here is the planned ending:

May come back to this one day, so obvious spoiler warning

CH 8 Hide and Seek

The girl from 6 attempts to kill YN but YN wakes up hearing the sound of twigs snapping as she climbs the tree. She feigns being asleep only to swing her knife when 6 gets close, causing her to lose her balance and fall from the tree to her death.

At the sound of a canon Hoseok awakens – immediately seeing Athena, Namjoon and Yoongi all still in the tent. Realizing it could only be 6 or YN Hoseok rushes out and starts screaming her name over the edge of the fall. When there’s no answer, he immediately grabs a bag along with bow and arrow, and leaves camp. Namjoon says he’s coming too and this time they won’t return without her – brings a sword.

Athena notices the boys leaving and follows without them realizing.

Back in the forest YN hasn’t eaten since the games began and is beginning to starve. In desperation she makes her way back towards the cornucopia to gather food but comes across a bush filled with berries. Remembering the training she spent on foods she can’t decide if the berries are blueberries or nightlock and decides to nibble just a little bit first. The taste is initially sweet so she swallows the mouthful before a numbing effect on the tongue and throat- making her realize it’s the poison nightlock. Quickly she shoves her finger down her throat and induces vomiting to bring up as much of the poison as possible, but some is still in her system. She forces herself to throw up again before drinking all the water left in her bottle to try and rehydrate only to throw up again. Makes a run for the river.

Athena sees the nightlock and vomit and thinks YN has gone to the waterfront to try and wash it out of her system given there was no canon – so she’s still alive – but no one is there. Athena tracks. Meanwhile Hoseok and Namjoon are both near the bottom of the hill – they make a truce to not attack each other until Yoongi and Athena are dead before splitting up to cover more ground. Namjoon takes the forest, Hoseok goes towards the water.

YN drags herself in and floats on her back, scooping water into her hand to try and drink before Athena suddenly appears above her. YN is weak, with no will to live, and can tell Athena is about to kill her and asks for a quick death to which Athena promises a stab to the heart. Athena tells her she really does look like an angel and YN responds that Athena is her angel of death, a mercy killing saving her from a much worse fate with Namjoon or Hoseok. Athena agrees and steadies her with one hand under her rib cage, YN holds onto her arm with her closest hand and stares up to the ‘sky’. But before Athena can strike a blow an arrow is launched into the side of Athena’s head and her dead body falls onto YN, who is too weak to push her off. Hoseok sprints out from his hiding place to rescue YN, meanwhile Namjoon, watching from inside the forest, decides to head back to camp before sunset – knowing Hoseok and YN will be safe together.

YN is barely conscious as Hoseok drags her out of the water. Shouldering her bag with the blanket inside, along with his own bag, he carries her over to the waterfall and to 7’s old camp inside. He lays her down before running off to fetch dry twigs and branches in order to build a fire. As the sun sets and the temperature drops YN is still wet from the river and beginning to freeze. Hoseok strips her of her clothes and wraps her in the thermal blanket before another gift from a sponsor arrives of a container of hot soup. Hoseok feeds her and YN becomes more conscious but increasingly depressed about having survived.

She blames him for taking away her painless exit from the games and he asks her what kind of death she wants. Remembering how sweet the berries were she tells him she wants to die by nightlock. She asks him to promise to let her eat nightlock if they are the final 2 and he doesn’t answer. She then asks how he would want to die and he says he doesn’t plan on it and tells her to instead imagine being old together. She jokes about growing old and living in the arena forever before saying the capital would force them to kill each other somehow.

Still shivering under the blanket Hoseok strips off his remaining clothing to warm her up with skin to skin contact from behind. Initially starts with rubbing her arms before his hands circle around to her breasts.

YN feels ashamed at how quickly she responded and tries to push Hoseok away only for him to push her onto her back. She puts her hands against his chest unsure if she was trying to pull him closer or away. Looking her in the eyes he sees them glassy and in shock as he tries to sooth her, running his fingers through her hair lovingly. The other hand holds hers before moving his hand to wrap her thigh around his hip, kissing her as he pushes in. Hoseok wipes a tear from her cheek, a combination from the shame and how good the sex is feeling. Her eyelashes flutter close and she sighs her head tilting to the side resting her forehead against their joined hands letting out whimpers whenever he pushes inside of her.

His other arm braces himself by the side of her head, caging her underneath his body. She stares up at him entranced by the warm light of the fire casting a golden glow on his tan skin, as the shadows emphasize his sharp cheekbones, pointed nose, and strong jawline. If she was an angel then Jung Hoseok was the devil himself and she was being dragged to hell.  Hoseok uses his shirt to wipe her down before holding her tightly against him as they both fall asleep by the fire.

X

CH 9 A fate worse than death

They’re awoken by the sound of a canon early in the morning and quickly realize that they’re now down to just 3 people. YN wants to stay in the cave and wait for the last person to try and find them here but Hoseok wants to confront them at camp, telling her to wait for him. She refuses and follows him. He warns her of traps they set around the camp and holds her hand to guide her through the forest.

Nearing the camp they see Yoongi’s body floating face down in the river, ‘Namjoon wants us to know it’s him’ YN wants to walk through the river to avoid leaving tracks but Hoseok says it’s too visible and steers them back into the forest to take another way around to the camp, along the area he set the traps up in. Hoseok becomes suspicious the traps he set have been moved only to trigger a rope trap that he dodges only for YN to be caught in a net. As Hoseok tries to find the rope to cut her down Namjoon appears, severing the back of his leg with a knife. YN screams and Namjoon remarks that he looks forward to hearing more of that sound after he finishes with Hoseok, saying sharing time is up and that he wants to have his way with his district mate before securing his victory. He toys with Hoseok, making deep cuts that are painful, but not lethal – taunting him. It becomes increasingly clear that Namjoon deliberately toned down his skills in the training and assessment and is even smarter and stronger than his 10. Meanwhile YN is inside the net cutting a hole. As Namjoon teases Hoseok, telling him he’s going to force her to watch him die, then he’s going to fuck her and finally gut her like a fish from their district, YN falls out from the net and breaks her arm on impact – alerting Namjoon. Namjoon decides he wants to force Hoseok to watch and stabs his him through the hand with an arrow pinning him to the ground.

‘Silly little dove,’ Namjoon taunts as he reaches her laying on the ground – falsely thinking she’s cradling her broken arm – but she really has a knife. When he grabs her by the hair and yanks her up she swings her arm and slashes him across the chest, drawing blood. Namjoon sneers and goes to hit her but remembering their sparing session from training YN dodges the attack and is able to land another slash in with the knife, this time across his arm. Namjoon acknowledges his mistake in underestimating her and promises it won’t happen again. YN attempts to surprise him by attacking first but he blocks the knife and slams her wrist against a boulder until she drops it. YN slams her knee up in Namjoon’s groin who retaliates by gripping her broken arm and slamming her against the boulder. In too much pain from the broken arm she can’t defend herself when NJ backhands her across the face, sending her to the ground. She reaches for her knife but he steps on her arm and she screams in pain as Hoseok snaps the arrow in half and pulls his hand out of the broken stem, biting down on his shoulder to try and smother his scream. Namjoon leans down to grab her knife, holding it to her throat as he straddles her waist and tells her he’s going to claim her as his, and if she behaves then he’ll give her the quick death. YN sobs as he reaches for her pants only for Hoseok to appear behind and stab Namjoon in the neck with the tip half of the broken arrow. Namjoon drops the knife in shock and YN quickly picks it up and stabs him in the heart mockingly saying she’s granting him a quick death. She kicks his body off of hers and he floats down the stream towards the edge of the waterfall before disappearing off the side. – a canon sounds

Both injured, YN and Hoseok collapse into each others arms. Hoseok has multiple stab wounds, a bad one on his leg and the hole in his hand from the arrow. YN has her broken arm, a bruise on her face from the hit and a cut on her throat from where the knife had been held. Hoseok confesses he loves her as he cradles her in his arms, YN with her eyes closed and leaning against his chest can’t bring herself to admit her love but instead asks him to let her eat a nightlock berry like she tried to make him promise. Hoseok holds her tighter and asks if she trusts him. She says yes and Hoseok leans down to kiss her one last time which she returns. ‘close your eyes angel’ she does. With his injured hand he wraps his arm around her neck to cut off circulation, his good hand covers her nose and mouth, smothering her. She tries to struggle but passes out within 10 seconds, he keeps the hold for another 10 and the canon sounds

Hoseok is declared the winner of the games

 *

 YN awakens inside of a medical bay. Confused she wonders if she is in a strange version of hell, or if the capitol has somehow found a way to harvest souls, before a nurse realizes she is conscious. She is informed that the trackers injected into the body detect when the heart stops beating which sounds the canon. Hoseok had refused to leave her body and demanded she be taken with him on the ship that came to claim him as the winner and remove him from the arena. Immediately on board he began to resuscitate her and is able to start her heartbeat again. He convinces the capital workers to let him keep her. She had died, he had won the games, if he could revive her afterwards it wouldn’t make a difference to them, they could continue to let everyone think she had died. The capital agrees on the conditions she is to live with him and never able to leave their mansion in the victors’ village and Hoseok is to comply with any future demands of the capital to do with his obligations as a winner. He accepts and the medical team take them both away. YN asks where she is now and the doctor tells her inside of the train. Hoseok is on victory tour of all the districts and refuses to let her be taken away from him – fearing the capital will dispose of her. He fears she could still be killed whilst inside the train but he would also raise hell during one of the stops if that happened. YN is confused, distraught and traumatized when Hoseok walks in to see her awake. He runs to her side and envelops her in a hug, kissing her. He repeats how much he loves her and that nothing can ever take her form this world without him following right behind her. YN is in shock, not believing she is alive, not believing Hoseok is real and struggling to speak. The doctor tries to explain to Hoseok she may have brain damage and it’s a possibility she could never recover. The only thing Hoseok cares about is that she is alive.

A summary of the tour continuing with YN recovering although her speech is permanently impaired (aphasia). When they finally conclude and return to 2 she is moved in a van that is disguised to look like a delivery and transported inside of a box from the van to the house, so no one can possibly see her.

Inside the blinds are shut and all the doors are locked before Hoseok appears again and forces an ‘engagement’ ring on her finger, but there is a device inside that tracks her location. YN begins to panic, she went from being trapped in one arena to trapped forever in this house. She tries to run but there’s nowhere to run to. She runs to the kitchen to search for a knife but Hoseok restrains her before she can injure herself. She goes limp in his arms losing all hope as he whispers in her ear how much he loves her and now they can always be together forever.

[dragon-of-dreams]

A Debt to pay

My Masterlist

Pairing: dark!mafia!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: noncon; breading kink; threats, murder, readers parents are dead, reader getting hit across the face, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! Seariously, this is some really dark shit with some astonishingly soft sx... No idea how that happened... 18+!!!

No mentions of y/n, and reader is kinda an off because she has a back-story but no physical descriptors are used.

Summary: Your dad dies unexpectedly and you take over running the family cafè. The costs for your daddy’s funeral bring the head of the Barnes family to your doorstep as you struggle to keep up with the payments for a loan you had no idea your dad had taken out with them. You get “offered” an alternative method of payment.

a/n: this was a request by the lovely @oneoftheprettynerds

I hope I did it justice! Thank you for being the most patient person in the world, when Covid, life, exams, life and so on and so forth got in the way of your wish!

Prompt: Can I please get a dark mafia bucky or peter with noncon and breeding kink? With a side of people hitting on reader

 Wordcount: 2,800

 In all seriousness, you had to consider yourself lucky. Most people in this small city had it worse than you. Most didn’t have their own business, certainly not at your age, and most would never have enough money to even dream about that. Your town had the habit of sucking money out of people faster than they could make it and as of late that was also the case for you.

           After your dad had died unexpectedly in a car crash, money had been tight, really tight. You’d never known how fucking expensive funerals were and his drained all the savings you had, just before you’d managed to scrambled together enough for a community college education in business. Now you were left an orphan in your early twenties running a café on only the knowledge you’d learnt from your dad with no prospects of an education. Now you were as stuck as everybody else in town.

           What made matters even worse was the bill you’d gotten two weeks after the funeral. A bill from the one company in town nobody wanted one from. Rich men running successful businesses on the backs of the honest town’s people by draining their money. The mafia. Sharks in suits.

           According to the bill your dad had borrowed money from them 10 years ago. Your best guess was that he had needed it for your mother’s funeral and had never told you. Be that how it may, you didn’t know how to pay that bill. So you asked for time and put in extra hours, keeping the café open til late at night.

           You hated the extra hours. Not only because you got less sleep and had to work so much more and couldn’t afford to hire more employees but also because the later it got the more aggressively people hit on you.

           You hated them. All those men coming in once the sun set, calling you their sweetheart like you were property and grabbing at you and you having to smile and flirt because you needed their tips. Desperately. And yet it seemed to make no difference. There was just no money to be made in this town.

           Bucky Barnes, the head of the Romanov family had given you two months to come up with the next payment, and you knew that you’d end up dead in a ditch with them ceasing your café if you didn’t make it.

           So you smiled and joked with the moms coming in in the mornings and afternoons and flirted and swayed for their husbands at night. When you were in your little apartment above the café after you finally closed you usually cried yourself to sleep. And all throughout the day you would see him. See Bucky fucking Barnes watching you. At first you thought you were imagining it, but he was driving past your café in way too regular intevals, and would even occasionally take up one of your tables. You always sent other staff to serve him, you couldn’t bare to go to him, but his cold blue eyes never left you.

           Over those two month it became abundantly clear that you would never manage to come up with $2,000. And when one of Bucky’s men came in on the Wednesday before the Friday the payment was due, you thought of the 1,200 bucks you’d managed and wanted to cry.

           You knew the man, you’d gone to school with his younger brother Peter who had been a royal pain in your ass, having provided a glimpse of the harassment by the men you now faced every evening. Still you smiled at him: “Steve, hi, what can I get you?” ignoring that you had already flipped your sign to closed and where moping the floors.

           “Hi y/n, a coffee would be great, if you still got some” Steve answered while inspecting your café like he already owned the place.

           “Sure thing!” You tried to sound chipper, but the strain in you voice was audible, as you went behind the counter and got the machine going.

“Sugar? Milk?” you asked, with your back turned to Steve, hoping to draw out the inevitable.

“Just sugar, thanks.” Steve sounded gruff and distant and you knew you’d lost. He probably already knew that you wouldn’t be able to pay. He had accompanied Bucky a bunch of times, never ordered anything, just watched and listened, as Bucky drank or ate. The men had attracted stares. Not only because they were mafia, but because for personified devils, they sure looked like gods.

As you set his coffee before him he asked: “So what can I tell my boss to expect on Friday?” You stared at Steve in his perfectly tailored suit in harsh contrast to the homey but ultimately grimy café surrounding him as you decided on what to say. He looked amazing, and you hated him for it.

Steve raised an eyebrow at you. He was getting impatient. “I… I have a little over half.” You muttered and looked down at your hands, twisted tightly together. “My daddy’s funeral cost so much money, and I” you were interrupted by Steve’s fist hitting the countertop, making you flinch. His rage was pouring out of him so suddenly, taking over everything else. He seethed: “Safe your excuses, little girl. Just make sure to get the money. Bucky isn’t as lenient as I am.” With that, Steve got up from the bar, drained his coffee in one long gulp and left without giving you the chance to beg. You would have. You would do anything now if it meant saving your life. ‘Lenient’, you thought. How was any of this lenient?

           On Friday morning, you didn’t want to get up, much less open the café, but you did both. You put a notice outside that you would close earlier tonight, so Barnes and his henchmen wouldn’t scare off your customers and then you went to work.

           The entire day felt like molasses. Time didn’t move at all, it left you fidgety and nervous. You screwed up more orders than you were willing to admit and then suddenly time jumped and it was 6 p.m. and the sun was setting and you’d closed the café down, pulled all curtains closed except for the front door and were sitting there, waiting. What for, you didn’t know.

           At 6:30 a black limousine came to a stop before your café and Barnes and Peter got out. Which you decided was a good sign. Surley if they were to kill you, they would’ve brought some muscle, not lanky Peter… Bucky Barnes wouldn’t get his hands dirty with you, would he? Or was that what Peter was for? Did he still have to prove himself in the company?

           As Bucky entered you wished it would just end now. To your sheer horror, Peter stayed outside, blocking the door, leaving you all alone with the man you feared most in this world. He looked just like everytime he’d previously entered your café. His suit fit perfectly and you could see the muscle beneath. He was astonishingly beautiful. If he only were so on the inside as well, you mused.

“Hi sweetheart,” Bucky drawled as he approached you, “Steve told me you don’t have my money.” You shrunk in on yourself, but nodded, as Bucky came to tower over you.

“That’s not good, angel, not at all. Why don’t you come out from behind the counter and we sit down and talk about it, huh?”

All you could do was nod. “What happened? Cat got your tongue?” Bucky teased as he grabbed you by the elbow and led you to a boot in the corner of the café, way out of view from the front door. His touch was startingly kind. You had prepared for pain, but were met with kind support. Your brow furrowed.

“I…” You looked up at him. “I g got $1,300. I know that’s not enough, but”

“Shh.” Bucky murmured and pushed you down onto the bench, took of his suit jacket, hung it carefully over a nearby chair and then caged you in by sitting at your side. You were trapped and you were shaking with fear.

Bucky was so much taller than you and even through his perfectly tailored black dressshirt you could see his muscles bulging. You couldn’t decide weather you wanted to start sobbing into his chest or punch him in the stomach. “Steve already told me all about that, angel, don’t worry, I already came up with a new payment plan.”

“You’re not mad?” you question, to terrified to be hopeful.

“Well, I am not thrilled, but I’ve always had a softspot for this place. My pa used to take me when I was little. I watched you grow up, you know?”

Hope bloomed like desert rose in your heart. He knew you! He had a connection to you! That surely meant he wouldn’t kill you. You’d figure out the money. Suddenly you were certain that you could do it.

“really? That’s – I never knew…” Your voice was fluttering with hope.

“Well, it’s a small town.” Bucky’s voice was calm and soothing. You almost forgot that you were squished between him and the wall.

“And with me seeing you grow up, and seeing all the other women in town I decided that you would give me an heir to take here. To watch people with, so he too could choose his wife. An heir for me and forgiveness for your debt and a happy home life for you.” Your world stopped spinning. It screeched to a halt.

“What? No, Bucky, I…” Bucky wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulled you close. The arm was tight across you back and stole your words from you as fear spread from every spot he touched throughout your entire body.

“You’re a hard worker, you have a drive for better and higher things. I like that. It’ll make you a diligant mother, you know angel? And that is what I need. A good mother to the boy who will inherit this town, don’t you agree?”

You sit there frozen, unable to reply. Your brain is going a thousand miles an hour trying to find a way, any way, to get away, but before you can do anything Bucky grabs your right hand and presses it to his crotch. He’s hard. The calm demeanour falls off him suddenly as he growls: “Here is how this will go, angel,” he starts to move your hand up and down his crotch, “I will let go of your hand and you will undo my pants and get me ready and then I will have that little pussy of yours on this table. I mean it ain’t romantic, but once you are my little wife I’ll make up for that, sweetheart.”

You swallow hard, press your eyes closed and feel him move his hand over the fine cotton of his suit and his hard length underneath, then you force yourself to nod. It’s a jerking, hurtful motion, but Bucky released you hand, as he leans back on the bench, spreading his legs, opening himself up to you.

You want to thrash out, but instead you shaking hands wander to his belt. “Go on, now. we ain’t got all night, darling.” You are tearing up, but do as you’re told. You lean slightly over him and undo his belt first, then his pants. His cock strains against his boxer briefs and you gulp. Bucky lifts his hips and you push his pants and underwear down.

His cock is beautiful. Long and thick and veined and you can’t help but press your thighs together at the sight. Bucky notices and smirks down at you. “Now that’s a good girl. Keep it up and I make sure you enjoy yourself!” he whispers in your ear as he guides your hands to his dick.

As you jerk him, you realize that you underestimated his size. Your fucked. Literally. There is no way you’re gonna enjoy this. Bucky shoves his left hand up your skirt suddenly and you freeze until he clears his throat and startles you back into action, while his fingers start exloring your sex.

“You know,” Bucky explains, “I find it helps ladies to go down on a guy before actually fucking. Gets them nice and ready, you know?” One of his fingers slides into your tight chanel, “But with you it seems we don’t need that. The sight of my cock alone made you cream. I knew there was something special about you!” He grins and removes his hand. “We might still have to work on your handjob skills though…” he muses, grips your hand and removes it form his dick, as he gets up.

You shrink back but he pulls you out after him. Finally, blessedly, your panic response sets in any you try to struggle, but Bucky’s hold on your arm tightens painfully and his left hand hits you across the face before you even see it coming and it makes your world spin. “Stop it, now!” Bucky barks at you and you freeze. Your feeble attempts forgotten as Bucky lifts you onto the table and rips your panties off. You start sobbing as he bends your right leg to your shoulder and situates himself.

“Sssh,” he cooes at you softly, “I’ll make it better, baby, just one moment.” His suddenly warm voice lulls you into a false sense of security as you stare into his deep blue eyes. They are bewitching you, and you only feel him push in when it’s too late.

He sheethes himself in one agonizingly long stroke. The pain breaks you out of your reverie, you arch your back and groan. It hurts! It hurts so much, and yet you want more, so much more. “Bucky!” you plead, you sob, you whine and once more there it is, the calm voice of the devil now owning your life, rolling in like the tide washing over you, calming you. “I know my sweet pet, I know, just relax now. Just breathe.” And you do. You can’t help yourself.

Bucky lets out a pained moan as you settle around him, and once your clenched eyes flutter back open, once your back comes back down from its painful arch, the god above you starts to move. Every drag and push is better than the last. He hits home every time. His dick lights up a pathway to your pleasure, with every sharp, hard, relentlessy painful thrust, in time with his pubic hair grinding against your clit. A particularly hard thrust shifts his cock so it hits your cervix and you scream with pain and pleasure. Your arms reach up, your hands burying themselves in his thick hair as Bucky leans in closer to you, bending you in half on that table, and nuzzles at your neck as he starts to hammer into you. Every thrust is pure bliss. You want to feel ashamed, you want to push him away, but all you can feel is the drag and glide of his cock, his pelvis against your clit, his tip hitting your cervix. You are on fire and the coil in your core is ready to explode. The intensity of Bucky’s thrusts never wavers, even as you feel him swell even further as his balls draw up and that tiny change breaks you, your orgasm explodes and you cry out in ecstatic pleasure, just as Bucky falters and shoots his cum in thick long strokes into you. His warmth joing yours as he lazily pumps to stop within you.

You only come back to yourself as Bucky pulls out slowly and you can feel your combined, cooling spend trickle down your legs. He eases your leg back down and kisses you softly as you start crying. “Ssh, darling, you’re alright. You’re done. Your debt is paid and you’ll be my wife in no time, the mother to my heir. You did so good, angel!” He coos sweet nothing at you until you can control your crying enough to speak.

“Bucky, I’m not on anything! What if it really takes?” you whimper, emerging from the fantasy he built up in your head.

“That is rather the point!” He snaps harshly. The calm voice gone as quickly as it emerged. You shiver as you realize the extent of what he said before. He really meant it all… Bucky pulls up his pants. “Pack up your things, lovely, tomorrow I’ll pick you up and you are moving in with me, so I can keep an eye on you!” With that Bucky pulls on his suit jacket and heads for the door, as you struggle to sit up, shaking and crying.

At the door Bucky looks back at you, his voice a lot calmer again: “I’m real happy about our new business arrangement as it ensures you will be staying with me, little girl. If only your daddy would have agreed to let me have you, his car wouldn’t have had to end up wrapped around a tree so your little college fund would go away. Sleep tight now, Mama, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

[2-cute-4-school]

NCT Dream reaction : another member scares you

Tw : near drowning scare, lots of bugs??

Mark Lee

donghyuck loves teasing mark

you’re mark’s s/o

results : donghyuck loves bullying you

congrats you get a free pass to cry with me cuz donghyuck is ruthless

but you learnt to live with it so it’s okay most of the time

until his friendly teasing involved a quite deep pool and your unprepared form being swung violently into it

so when you submerged underwater and didn’t come back up, mark forgot everything else and dove head first into the pool

his spiderman senses kicked in thank god

donghyuck saw his life flash before his eyes ⊙△⊙

when mark dragged you to the surface and hoisted you out of the water with donghyuck’s help, you took your sweet time before coughing violently

you gotta suck the life out of that dramatic effect ya know

mark coddled you the entire day, embracing your trembling form and keeping hyuck away despite his attempts to apologize to you :<

this man would spend an entire lifetime just taking care of you and smothering you with no complaints i swear cause you became like the centre of the universe for him ಥ_ಥ

writing music? thinks of you ; eating watermelon? y/n would like it ; showering? we could have some fun

but once he tucked you safely into bed and made sure you comfortably fell asleep after a scare that shortened both your lives by 10 years

WWIII commenced （ノ♯｀△´）ノ~’┻━┻

markhyuck summer fight pt.2

Huang Renjun

there’s ONE(1) thing you and renjun totally agree on

scary movies can suck your di- └( ͡° ︿ °͡ )┘

but the other devil spawns ( read dreamies ) decided you deserve suffering their enjoyment blame them

so you’re settled on the couch between china line with renjun trying to keep his macho man facade give up jun we know you’re babie (♥ω♥*)

but still feeling you tremble like a leaf beside him melted his lil heart :((((

so he kept a hand on your knee the entire time, rubbing random patterns on your leg in an attempt to soothe your nerves

the atmosphere became so tense, any hint of conversation dying once everyone was immersed in the movies, an eerie silence enveloping you

but when dear angel chenle decided to shriek in your ears and dig his fingers in you sides let me tell you gals

you jumped out of your skin

and spoiler alert : didn’t land back on the couch

cue dolphin noises

but when you looked up at renjun, a deep pout settled on your lips and glassy puppy eyes ( つ᷄.̯σ̣̥᷅ ) he saw red before his eyes

“YAH ZHONG CHENLE YOU WANTED SCARY MOVIES?!? I’LL GIVE YOU A SCARE ENOUGH FOR YOUR ENTIRE LIFE, YOU RASCAL !!!1!1!!”

no one dares to scare/hurt his baby and escapes unharmed no exceptions sorry

after he taught chenle the lesson of his life, it’s cuddle time!!! (۶* ‘ꆚ’)۶”

he spoons you protectively and smothers you in a TON of kithes until he’s content with hearing your giggles  :>

Lee Jeno

you made it your personal mission to find a way to eradicate all bugs

no cap

and jeno just nodded along to your endless rambling about your strong dislike towards them

let’s be honest here, he was internally gushing at your cuteness like your biggest supporter (　◠ ◡ ◠　)

so when renjun dangerously nears you without a common garden bug  he found during your picnic with the dreamies in between his fingers and sticks it in your face with the hugest shit eating grin (ര̀ᴗര́)و ̑̑

you let out the loudest screech and scramble to throw yourself in jeno’s arm who acted like your comfort blanket by now i’m so soft for jeno can you tell????

and he just 「(°ヘ°)

‘my baby?? scared?? the nerve of some people?? gotta!!!show!!them!!no one!!!NO ONE!!!messes with my baby!!!’ (｀Д´)

so he just pats you head lovingly and rubs your back until you calm down enough to let go of him

and then he leaves the cutest *smooch* on your forehead and gets up

he walks calmly towards renjun who was pretending to occupy himself with smoothing down a blanket and just...cracks his knuckles kaneki style

jeno just grabs the biggest bug he was able to find and grips the hem of renjun’s sweats harshly

wanna know what this gangsta beach does?? he frickin throws the bug down poor renjun’s pants

and then just leaves his unfortunate victim thrashing and shrieking for his life and retreats back in your arms like the terrifying baby he is

don’t mistake his softness for you as weakness!!1! he becomes ruthless when it comes to you :<

Lee Donghyuck

he’s already ruthless enough

so please PLEASE for the love of God don’t give him a reason to become even more of a devil spawn

but poor jisung didn’t get the gist bless his pure soul 🐣

you weren’t even that scared when you opened your phone to an remarkably ugly image of a cockroach (basically the same prank that was done to fetus jisung some time ago)

but you still let out a shriek loud enough to alert haechan

and while haechan seemed silent while he smothered you, his mind was going highwire which is NEVER good  (￣ェ￣;)

*time skip to the next day*

3 times

3 TIMES DID JISUNG SEE HIS LIFE FLASH BEFORE HIS EYES IN A SINGLE DAMNED DAY and he’s never been the same since

so when he barges in the living room where sweet innocent hyuck is seated on the couch with you cradled in his lap while feeding both you and himself and watching netflix 

jisung has a fit it was damn time baby chick

“you put cockroaches in the shower, in my cup AND on my pillow, do you want me to die young??!!?”

“they’re fake tho”

“I DIDN’T KNOW THAT WHEN I ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK”       ⊙﹏☉

eventually jisung retreated to put some shoes on and leave the dorm for a breath of fresh air after the near-death experience he encountered

“i feel bad for him” you took pity on the kid alright

“don’t worry your pretty head”

and he just kithes the heck out of you and automatically deleted all your worries once immersed in his sweet lips who could resist him tho

until another scream echoes

“IN MY SHOES TOO?!? YOU KNOW WHAT, I MIGHT JUST MOVE OUT”

Na Jaemin

we all know jaemin enjoys photography

and you’d be a fool to believe his camera roll is not ABSOLUTELY FULL of pictures of you both candid and not

he always insisted he takes photos of things he loves or are beautiful and you’re both and even more ✿♥‿♥✿

that’s how some of your hangouts turn into mini photoshoots whenever jaemin was in the mood

and that’s how you found yourself modeling for jaemin while the other dreamies were lunging around

“i’m frying over here, can you hurry up?”

“not my fault my baby is the prettiest unlike you gremlins, hyuck”

“what’d you say?!!?!?!!” lowkey ready to swing

jaemin doesn’t spare him a second glance, he can only focus on you :>

“hey honey can you climb on that ledge for me?”

he helps you like the gentleman he is to climb the stone ledge, one hand clutching yours and the other gripping your waist softly (๑°꒵°๑)･*♡

so you’re posing, focusing on the camera when you feel a hand tightly clasp over your ankle

and jeez do you scream so loud hyuck was left fried, insulted and deaf

and you can’t even step away from the ledge before jaemin envelops you in his arms and clutches you tightly to his chest

“aigoo aigoo~ my baby it’s okay, nana is here”  in the softest voice possible (๑´ω`๑)

he smooths down your hair, petting it affectionately and as he leans down to smooch your forehead he meets eyes with a sheepish jeno who peeks over from behind the ledge

and jaemin just stares him down with that disappointed mom look 

and jeno just knows he won’t be getting any dinner tonight

but jaemin’s head is full of you you you did i mention you? so he can only coo at you and smother your entire face in little kithes :<

“you’re the absolute cutest and all mine, my cute baby” *bursting uwus* *fake gagging noises in the background from hyuck*

“so candidate no. 2 without dinner tonight huh?” hyuck: “wait no pls”

Zhong Chenle

power napping is your favorite kind of date with chenle

just curling up against each other wherever you two could fit and spooning or just cuddling or even just holding hands if the weather was too hot

okay but just imagine chenle holding someone’s hand while he sleeps i’m ded just imagining it x.x

so it’s already understood that you’re a sleep lover who isn’t tho

and while you fell asleep, chenle still had to wash the dishes after a meal with the dreamies

jaemin being the affectionate person he is cooed over your cuteness and couldn’t help himself from throwing himself beside you on the bed and jumping on it while screaming your name (basically the same thing he did to chenle :)))) )

but unfortunately you were a quite light sleeper and easily startled when woken up suddenly and not so gently  ( ͠° ͟ʖ °͠ )

so you let out a chocked noise that immediately alerted chenle who returned to see you staring at jaemin like a deer caught in headlights 

“ah hyung why would you do that? you scared them like that”

chenle whined as he pushed jaemin away who retreated with slumped shoulders and a pout don’t worry jaems we love you

and chenle just slips under the blanket and brings you closer to lay down together and soothes you ༶ඬ༝ඬ༶

and he just embraces you, tangling your legs together and hiding your face in the crook of his neck while he runs his fingers through your hair comfortingly chenle would make the best cuddle buddy no take-backs

“shh it’s alright, just go back to sleep, i’ll stay with you” (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

with chenle’s assurance and tight grip on your body to bring you as close as humanly possible, you fall back asleep as chenle stares fondly at you

and that’s how chenle escaped washing dishes *ha suck it losers*

Park Jisung

jisung blames mark

mark is his oldest hyung and the supposedly most responsible debatable among them

so how could his leader scare you to tears and then dump your shaking figure for him, the baby, to take care of (ノ-_-)ノ ~┻━┻

jisung could only stare at you as he hovered above your curled up form

“y-y/n, come on, there’s nothing to cry about, hyung didn’t mean it”

*mark facepalms* *sm building facepalms* *the white house facepalms*

mark just motions aggressively to jisung to rub your back 

and jisung pales as if mark suggested going to a haunted house *sigh* jisung you absolute clueless baby

he SUPER HESITATINGLY pats your back awkwardly, but you only curl up into yourself even more

mark pushes jisung to sit down beside you and prompts him to comfort you properly and jisung gulps

“sooo, how are you feeling?”

*well done jisung take a guess you sharp tool* (－‸ლ)

mark is just boiling with worry you might just dump jisung after his worryingly poor attempt when your small voice cuts through

“can you please hug me, sung?” (●´^｀●)

jisung.exe has shut down please retry in a moment

“s-sure, yeah, just-”

but you just slot yourself in his lap and bury your face in his shoulder 

jisung.exe is overwhelmed by your cuteness pls spare him

but he eventually wraps his arms around you too and just rubs up and down, occasionally massaging the nape of your neck gently

“this is actually nice, can we stay like this please?” (⺣◡⺣)♡*

you just tighten your grip on him in response

and jisung rests his head on top of your head to hide his reddening face away but also to hold you even closer because despite his shy demeanor he cherishes you so so much so please have patience with this baby

mark just shakes his head from the doorway with a fond smile knowing that you’re just right for each other (︶ω︶)

[yanderepuck]

I am here to prompt you into an info dump/rant about your demon ocs. I want to know everything about them or at least their favourite things, appearances, whether they prefer coffee or tea and who they get along with the best. Just- I want demons. I want ocs. I need. Thank you <3

I can always count on Spoopy for when I wanna ramble about my ocs

SO.

MY DEMON BOIS. Are are loosely based off of actual demons.

Aldinach was actually my second ever OC (First being Nicoleta!) which means he has come a long way.

So he is based off of an Egyptian demon. Aldinach is a demon who can create and control natural disasters. And that's about all I know about the actual demon. Demons don't get background stories like Gods sadly. So When I made Aldinach I was looking for a last name and I found the name Aapep and I was like "k, sweet. I like that" then a few years later when I am having another intense Ancient Egypt phase, I discover that Aapep is an Egyptian God! Well, actually he was demoted to Demon bc he's basically a version of the devil, but if you ask me Seth is way worse. But Aapep is Ra's enemy.

I'm sure you've seen this before if you've ever dove into ancient Egypt

Aapep is depicted as a snake, and the Sun goes down because Ra is basically busy fighting Aapep.

Anyway so in that moment I was like "Welp. Aapep is his dad now" which caused me to change him more to who he is now.

He is from Hierakonpolis, 1973 BCE. He has no clue who his mother is, and he hasn't seen Aapep in quite some time. However, none of the gods know that he exist, mainly bc if Ra would find out that his enemy had a child, he'd be dead. Until 1398 BCE that is.

While in Qua he happened to meet Hathor....daughter of Ra. At one point Ra was like "Humanity is very tainted. Lets destroy it" and him and Hathor set to do so, but after a while Ra was like "wait..no...this bad" and Hathor was like "yeah....I'm gonna keep doing it" Now Hathor has never seen a demon, she's like "You aren't a mortal, but I know all the gods???" Side note: Hathor is a goddess of love, so you already know where this is going.

Aldinach is like "You're punishing Mortals, and I just like to cause chaos. Let's team up" He's also a huge flirt. They made a deal that Aldinach will help Hathor with killing humanity, but then Hathor was going to kill him after they were done and he was like "Deal, but you gotta seal it with a kiss" So they go to Akhmim then to Thinis. After that they were headed to Karnak but Hathor is suddenly like "uhh I gotta go to Dendara, I'll meet you in Karnak"

Aaaand then Ra found him. He tricked Hathor and she told him all about Aldinach. Now Aldinach is only a few centuries old, a baby compared to most Gods, so he has no chance against Ra, and he knows this, but he isn't sure what to do. The fight didn't last too long. Everything went black and then Aldinach wakes up chained to a wall. Ra, Osiris, and Thoth quickly had a small tomb build and put Aldinach inside. Now Thoth is technically on Aapep's side, if you know anything about the Emerald Tablets, that kinda explains why. But I'm not going to get into that. Thoth planned on breaking Aldinach out of the tomb after some time, but by the time he went to go do so, the tomb was buried. Aldinach caused quite a few sand storms and earthquakes out of anger, which caused him to bury himself alive.

It wasn't until modern day when archaeologists discovered a buried tomb outside of Luxor(in my notes I have like 2016 written). And you know what white people do in Egypt. They dig it up and open it. Everyone part of that died, except one, who Aldinach let go.

He had no clue what year it was, how much time had passed. But he made his way out and Thoth was waiting for him to take him to his place to keep him hidden. Now....It's been like 3000 years....nothing is the same. Thoth is like "Fuck you need a shower" and Aldinach freaks the fuck out when Thoth shows him. Not only is everything a culture shock, he's also been having an identity crisis. Aapep who was originally a God, with God Blood is his father. Being dubbed a demon didn't change his blood, so does that mean Aldianch is actually a God??? No one knows who his mother is, and no one can find Aapep.

Also, this is the face claim I use for him: Pedro Perestrello. I was looking for Egyptian models, and I found him and I was hooked that this was Aldinach, and so I go looking for his name...and find out he is actually Brazilian, but I couldn't say no.

He started as an Angel. 1200 BCE is when shit went down though. He sorta started collecting souls.

In mythology he is the commander of 60 legions, often depicted as a knight, can foretell the future and give military aid, rides a winged horse and is a great manipulator and can induce mortals into murder and genocide.

Now as an Angel, he gave mortals military aid and helped them win wars in exchange for their souls, which is how he started to build these legions. Obviously we can't have an Angel doing that. So these two others take him and torture him, cause well angels are assholes. They can't being having a now demon walking around with angel blood. So they repeatedly drain him of his own blood and replace it with demon blood. Now, obvs this is painful, but the blood can't mix. Having the mixed blood would make him an abomination, and normally when one of those are born like when a God and a Demon have a baby, the baby won't survive because of the mixed blood. It burns, the veins feel like they are on fire.

So this goes on for a few months, but the angel blood will never fully be out of his veins. He's finally let out into the mortal realm with nothing. Now because of the bit of angel blood that he does have, it keeps his angel wings alive, but they are also dying, the feathers are falling out but they are still alive.

I kinda have some notes written down that he does go to Egypt before Aldinach is even born, but idk if I wanna cross over that much yet.

But by the 5th century he makes his way to Europe where he meets Ambrosia, who absolutely HATES mortals, meanwhile she sees Abigor talking to them. Little does she knows he's really gaining souls. He gives them a little bit of information on how to win a war, and in return he gets to use them in war for eternity.

As time goes on his wings are still there, but very slowly, slowly, slowly dying. Eventually he can't stand it any longer, and he straight up rips them out of his back, bones and everything. This caused two deep concave scars on his back once it healed. He also got an earful from Ambrosia when she came back to see this. The two angels also did something to cause him to grow horns to look more like a demon even though he still had his wings.

This is Abigors fc: Tony Thornburg. Idk what culture Abigor is from sooo.

you can really tell from my male ocs that I like long hair. Only two of them have short hair...but its still vv fluffy.

Also Aldinach in modern day wears a drug rug sweatshirt