#Cooper my evil angel

[jessy02]

Cooper was so possessive in the kiss at the bar was devastating to me but in a good way . 🥴 .... she risks for him 😭 her eyes darting around in search of cameras, and Cooper answered“They're disabled,”we're safe🥹... “I need you to tell me if I'm hurting you... it's not fair ”He's possessive but at the same time a sweet seducer ... kill me softly 🙏 ....her hot breath against his neck as her body melted into him...

You burn me and you pour water on me...now kill me slowly 🙏....he is the butcher/fireman����

wonderful 🤩 masterpiece

The New Normal ( Part 2 ) - Compartmentalize : - Cooper Adams/Abbott x Fem Reader *NSFW*

Based on the following request from @callsign-fangirl : "There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you" with cooper? 👉🏽👈🏽 I obviously decided to turn it into a continuation of my first posted Cooper request, The New Normal (it just fit so well), I hope you like it girlie 🔪 As a reminder, this is canon divergent, where Cooper and Rachel got a divorce instead of her discovering he is The Butcher. Gif is mine. MY JOSH HARTNETT CHARACTER MASTERLIST CAN BE FOUND HERE. This is NSFW, and contains consensual sexual content ( NO Daddy Kink, NO Breeding Kink, and NO Degradation Kink ) and some mentions of violence. One aspect of it was also definitely inspired by something interesting I noticed regarding a certain 5-ish seconds of the movie...if you've seen my gif set, you'll probably be able to pick out which portion ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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“It's okay, really...I'm not going anywhere, take as long as you...okay, I just don't want you rushing on my account,” The Butcher's girlfriend spoke into the receiving end of her cellphone, standing outside the front entrance of the bar they had agreed to meet up at. The night was chillier than expected, and she regretted not bringing a jacket, but the music was too loud inside the establishment, and she didn't want to risk any miscommunication. “She thinks you cheated on her mother with me, of course she isn't going to like me. Just...Cooper, she's never going to like me if she thinks I'm driving a wedge between her and her dad...Okay, just text me when you're on your way...I love you, too,” she mumbled into the phone before she ended the call, still getting used to saying those words out loud. It hadn't been her intention to cut into daddy-daughter time, but Cooper had let slip his evening plans while Riley was on the phone with her mother, and suddenly Rachel had some extra errands to run that had clearly been an effort to throw off his night. Admittedly, it was frustrating, but the young woman standing in the frigid air, pocketing her phone, knew it couldn't be helped by anything but time, and she glanced once more at her phone before slipping back inside.

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Nearly an hour had passed between the call, and Cooper's emergence into the establishment, his umber eyes darting around immediately, in search of his young lover, his vision landing on a stool toward the furthest end of the bar. His kind, public-facing smile immediately appeared across his lips as he strode her way, peeling off his sturdy coat as he moved, dropping it on the stool beside the one he sat down upon, directly by her side. He began to apologize for his tardiness, but she shook her head, staring up at him with almost none of the shyness that she so often displayed around the firehouse. Clearly, she had started without him, he observed, her cheeks warm to the touch as he grazed a callous-roughened thumb over one side of her face, his fingertips caressing her throat and jaw. When she leaned into his touch, he took the opportunity to capture her lips in a kiss, and he tasted her sugary drink on her tongue. “How many have you had,” he whispered when he pulled away, both his hands on her face now, his thumbs running back and forth over her soft skin. Any anxiety he might have felt about changing their plans so last minute, and her possible negative reaction, was abated by the dreamy look in her eyes as she stared back at him with such transparent affection.

“This is my second,” she confirmed, glancing at the half-full vessel of a liquid whose vivid pigment was definitely not present in nature. “I'm kind of a lightweight,” she admitted with a half-smile and a shrug.

“I can see that,” he answered, a genuine smile taking over his features as she leaned in to claim more of his physical affection, her lips seeking out his own. Cooper's large hands drifted along the sides of her throat, over her shoulders, gripping lightly at the neckline of the dress she wore, sliding his thumbs between the fabric and her heated skin, nearly forgetting where he was until the sound of a clearing throat brought them both back to the reality of their surroundings. The fireman glanced toward the stone-faced bartender, clearly unfazed by the sight of couples trying to unwrap each other at the bar, and he ordered a bourbon, abandoning the edges of his date's dress to take her hand instead. They had the whole night to themselves. There was plenty of time for however they decided to spend it.

Time passed without much notice as The Butcher and his girl spent the next round of sipped drinks sharing the details of their day, Cooper doing most of the talking as he gushed about his daughter, the young woman beside him listening intently. She wasn't particularly interested in having any children of her own, but absorbing the words of the proud girl-dad beside her gave her a modicum of comfort. For all his violent tendencies against strangers, the secrets of his that she kept, she felt as she listened to him enthuse about his children, that he couldn't possibly be all monster beneath. Or maybe she was just getting better at compartmentalizing.

“So, how was your day? I feel like I'm doing all the talking,” he finally inquired when he realized how long it had been since she'd uttered more than just a reaction to his stories.

“Um...uneventful,” she shrugged, her eyes glancing away for a moment at nothing in particular before they began searching for her nearly fluorescent drink. When he didn't respond after several seconds, she glanced back up to him as she drew her glass to her lips. “What?”

“What happened,” he asked directly, all levity in his features dropping away.

“N-nothing,” she mumbled, gulping down a swallow of the vibrant liquid. When Cooper sat up straighter on his stool, his gaze trained studiously on her, unyielding, she let out a sigh. “It was really nothing,” she repeated, tilting her head to look elsewhere, a large hand reaching out to gently guide her back to share his gaze.

“It doesn't sound like nothing,” The Butcher retorted, and it might have unsettled her how long he managed to stare at her without blinking, if she hadn't been so tipsy from the alcohol.

“Some...gross guy at the bar-”

“This bar?”

“What other bar could it possibly...Yes, this bar,” she confirmed, letting out a breath, glancing away for the briefest moment before he grazed his thumb over her cheek, silently encouraging her attention.

“Did he touch you-”

“No, he didn't touch me, he just...didn't wanna take 'go away' for an answer,” she mumbled. “But obviously, he eventually did,” she noted, indicating with her hands in both directions of the bar the empty stools on either side of them.

“You didn't leave your drink-”

“No, Cooper, he didn't drug me, I'm not stup-”

“Smart girls end up in dangerous situations, too,” he interrupted, the irony of his words not lost on either of them, considering all the blood that had soaked his hands over the years. “Is he still here?” When her words dried up, her lips pursed, he had his answer. “Who?”

“Cooper, it's not-”

Both of his large hands cupped her jaw as he watched her eyes, the young woman before him beginning to sober up a bit as the stream of alcohol slowed. “Sweetheart, this isn't...none of this is going to work if you don't trust me,” he rasped, his hands lowering to her shoulders as they had earlier in the evening, though he found it much easier to keep them from wandering in his frustrated state. “I hope you realize there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you.” She stared into his eyes until the intensity of them became too much, her smaller hands reaching up for his larger ones and dragging them away from her shoulders, his digits weaving between her own. “Now...which one?”

After a few seconds of staring at his large hands, the way they engulfed and overwhelmed hers, she glanced over her shoulder toward the furthest corner, and Cooper realizing how obvious it should have been. He'd been so wrapped up in his girl that he'd missed the more age-appropriate man leering at her from across the room. “Cooper...” she uttered as he suddenly stood up, letting go of her hands to push his silky hair out of his face. “What are you gonna-”

“Don't worry about me, baby...We're just gonna go have a talk,” he lied, standing up and leaning in to press an insistent kiss against her mouth, one of his hands weaving into her hair to pull her closer, his tongue darting out to meet hers when she parted her lips for air. When he finally pulled away, she wants sure if it was the alcohol or his kiss that had her feeling especially dizzy. “I'll be right back,” he breathed against her ear before finally parting from her, heading directly for the man she had indicated, whom Cooper had obviously put on a show for.

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Nearly twenty minutes had passed before she finally breathed a sigh of defeat, standing up from the bar stool she'd been left alone at, digging for her wallet within her purse to pay for the drinks she and her older boyfriend had partaken of. She didn't want the bartender following her outside, thinking he'd been stiffed, especially considering the real possibility that she'd find The Butcher doing a lot more than just talking. Satisfying their accumulated tab, the young woman picked up Cooper's glass and swallowed down the rest of the liquid inside, making a pained face as the burn of it hit her throat. If she was paying, it wasn't going to waste, no matter how wretched it tasted.

With a glance around the room, she strode across the bar and stepped through the front doors, glancing in both directions and wincing as the brisk air whipped at her exposed skin. There was no sign of the two men in either direction, no sounds of talking or...she hesitated to think what other sounds she might encounter. Knowing what he spent a selection of his free time doing was one thing, seeing it was quite another. With a swallow that was more akin to a gulp, she glanced again at her surroundings, and chose the side with the shorter wall, stepping as quietly as she could manage in her heeled boots along the concrete and circling the corner. Still no sight of either man, the faint snapping of twigs and thicker branches caught her attention, and she walked with increased vigor toward what she assumed must be the back of the bar, finding...still, no one.

“Cooper,” she meant to call out, but her throat barely managed a whisper as she looked around desperately for signs of life. With more clicking of her boots, she dug into her purse for the pepper spray Cooper had insisted she start carrying, looking in all directions until a sound not of her own creation reached her ears. She called out his name again, this time with more success, and she paused in her steps as a form emerged from the furthest edge of the parking lot, lined in unruly trees. Tall, broad-shouldered, silky chestnut hair in need of a trim falling in his face, she let out a sigh of relief as she began trekking in his direction, though her feet lost momentum when she noticed the shades of rusty burgundy that stood out against the black and white plaid of his flannel. His gate was sweeping as he crossed the empty, concrete-laden distance toward her, his facade almost expressionless. She mumbled his name once more as he neared her enough to reach out.

“Don't worry, sweetheart, it's not mine,” he whispered as he wiped blood from his hands down the sides of his shirt. He'd have to burn it in the fireplace when he got home anyway, so there wasn't much point in preventing further stains.

“I...figured,” she managed as she stared up at him, flinching reflexively when his large hands reached out for her, crimson staining his cuticles. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes almost appearing as nothing but shadows beneath his brow, reaching out once more and cupping her shoulders in his palms.

“I asked you to wait,” he spoke up suddenly, and her brows knit together as she stared up at his barely-lit features.

“You were gone so long, I...I started to worry,” she admitted, swallowing down the dryness in her throat as she stared up into the emptiness of his gaze. “I, um...I paid our tab...so...” She wasn't quite sure what to say as she gazed up at the man looming over her. She hadn't exactly been ignorant of his extra curricular activities when they'd started dating, but to be faced with it in person...and she knew this was far from the worst of it, whatever he'd done with the-

“Where is the...the body...I'm guessing,” she mumbled, glancing around, seeing no more signs of sentient life.

“Hidden away,” he answered vaguely. “All in one piece...they won't think it's one of mine,” he murmured, his hands starting to make passes up and down her arms, the warmth of them meeting the chill of her skin. “You're cold,” he mumbled.

“I...it's freezing out here,” she whispered, her feet beginning to take backward steps as she felt Cooper crowding her.

“I can warm you up,” he offered, the creep of a smile tugging at his lips. Something about his tone didn't seem to convey the obvious options for warmth, like the heated seats and toasty blast of the vents in his car. Managing to tear her gaze away from his hypnotic eyes, she glanced back at the building they were slowly edging toward, her eyes darting around in search of cameras, finding only one, the wires sprawling out of the wall and seemingly attaching to nothing relevant. “They're disabled,” Cooper answered her unasked question. “Doubt they've worked in years...we're safe,” he continued.

Safe. She repeated the word in her mind. She didn't feel anything close to safe as her back finally met chilled, jagged brick. “Cooper,” she breathed as his large hands found her waist, the fabric of her dress suddenly feeling quite thin and insignificant. She flinched again, though not from his touch, as her shoulder-blade scraped the rough, red stone.

“Stay,” he commanded, and she moved not an inch from where he left her, eyes following him as he stepped away just long enough to gather his jacket he'd discarded on the cracked concrete, an article he wasn't nearly as ready to part with as a simple flannel. Cooper was pleased to find her still where he'd left her as he closed the distance between them again, noticed her focus drifting along his body.

“Does that...usually happen, when you...,” her voice faded away to nothing as he joined her, guiding her arms into his retrieved jacket, her limbs disappearing inside it, the uncomfortable scrape of the brick being replaced by the slick feel of the satin-mimicking lining. Cooper raised a brow, following the focus of her gaze to the bulge straining against the zipper of his jeans.

“Sometimes,” he answered, another non-committal response.

“So...what do you usually do about it,” she breathed, her hands reaching through the minute distance between them, finding his belt buckle, plucking at the leather strip, her vision trained on the sheer mass of him through the denim. Contrary to the rumors that circulated around the firehouse, the murderer and his morally reluctant accessory had not actually found many opportunities for intimacy. Between a highly unpredictable work schedule on his end, and of course, his efforts to spend time with his children, there hadn't been as many chances for proper 'alone time' as either of them had wished for.

“I usually handle it myself,” Cooper spoke up, placing his flannel-covered forearms against the wall, his gaze fixed upon her fingers as he watched her loosen his belt, work at the snaps and zipper of his jeans, his cock barely held at bay by the stretch of his boxer-briefs. “You wanna help me take care of it?” Her hand sliding of its own accord beneath the elastic waistband was his answer, and his eyes eased closed as she palmed the weeping tip, swiping her thumb over the tiny slit and bringing the smear of pre-cum to her mouth to taste it.

“You're sure you really got that vasectomy,” she asked, and he smirked, eyes still closed as she wrapped her fingers around him and pumped frustratingly lightly.

“It's not really something-ahh...it's not something a man just forgets,” he groaned when her fingers slipped lower to grasp his balls lightly, still shielded from the crisp air by clingy fabric.

“Because you aren't exactly above lying to me-”

“When have I-”

“Not thirty fucking minutes a-” Cooper's mouth was on hers before she could snap out another word, his large hand grasping her smaller one and lifting it above her head, against the brick.

“You taste like my bourbon,” he whispered as his lips began to trail a line of kisses along her jaw, and she let out a frustrated sigh as he ignored her concerns in the moment, his free hand finding her waist once more, drifting lower to gather up the hem of her dress, the frigid autumn air meeting her thighs. “Yes, I really got it taken care of. After Logan, Rachel and I...,” his words ceased when he felt her hand go slack in his. “Hey...Baby, we've talked about this,” his voice softened as his fingers abandoned her thigh, the other hand that held hers to the wall dropping away, both reaching to cup her cheeks, warm from the flush of her arousal despite the chilled air, and the unfortunate topic they'd stumbled into. “My marriage was over, long before she came to the wrong conclusion...I miss coming home to my kids, but I don't miss coming home to her. I get...excited, when I know I'm gonna get to see you,” Cooper explained, running his thumbs over her cheeks, his fingers stroking gently at her throat. “I don't remember the last time I felt like that, before...before us,” he concluded, watching her eyes until they finally glanced back up at his.

“Really?” she finally mumbled, and a smile erupted across his face, the glaze of calm from his spontaneous kill little more than a memory.

“Really,” he declared, dipping down to taste her lips again, faint at first, almost chaste. “Do you wanna get out of here,” he whispered, his hands finding her shoulders again, confined in the thick layer of his jacket. He was a bit surprised when he felt the end of her nose ghost back and forth against his, shaking her head slightly. “You still wanna play?” She nodded silently, her hands taking hold of his, guiding them slowly down the short length of her dress – flowy, thin, and definitely not suited for such brisk weather. “I think you might still be a little drunk, baby,” he rasped, but his fingers continued to travel where she led them, nudging the strip of lace at the junction of her thighs out of his way, so slick that it felt like she was melting around him as his fingers slipped inside her.

“I might be...uhh...a little-mmph...” her words were staggered, her feet unsteady as he filled her up with his fingers, stroking at the spongy walls that made her tremble against the brick surface behind her.

“Drunk?” he offered, his digits drawing out from within her clinging walls, both hands reaching for her hips to drag the useless scrap of modesty down her thighs, dropping it to the concrete below, his own boot holding it in place as she stepped out of it.

“Buzzed,” she mumbled, her arms winding reflexively around his neck as his hands grasped either side of her ass, lifting her suddenly until her legs wrapped around his waist, his cock still bobbing above his elastic waistband, unfazed by the cool air that surrounded them. “But I know what I want,” she continued, her back wrapped in his coat that rubbed against the brick wall, taking in an audible breath as she felt the head of his cock against her folds, slick with her nectar, Cooper eager, but apprehensive. “Cooper, please,” she whispered, gripping the hair at the scruff of his neck and pulling him into a kiss, The Butcher swallowing her voice as he finally plunged inside.

Cooper's grip was firm against the flesh of her ass as he worked his hips against her, filling her so deeply from the elevated angle, the draw of gravity on them both, and the sheer size of him. Proportional, she'd called it the first time she saw it, clearly a little apprehensive, herself. Much as she had enjoyed herself as he'd laid claim to her body, she'd denied him when he tried to touch her after, uncomfortably tender from his attention.

“You okay?” the hulking man breathed against the shell of her ear as he sheathed himself inside her molten core, gasps pouring out of her with every thrust of his hips. She articulated no words, but nodded against him, her smooth cheek against his slightly rougher skin, a day's worth of unshaved growth between them. “I need you to tell me if I'm hurting y-”

“Cooper,” she whimpered out, one hand reaching around him to grasp at him through the denim that barely clung to his ass, the other pushing his sweat-slick hair out of his face, her eyes focused squarely on his as her whole body bobbed from the force of his thrusts. “I wouldn't let you fuck me if it hurt...you feel so...fuck, you feel so fucking good...you make me feel so-mmph...”

Cooper drank in her moans as his mouth worked against hers, his tongue as welcome inside as his cock clearly was, his hips growing more insistent as she pulsed around him, her flesh so welcoming. “Tell me,” he rasped as their lips parted, a sheen of sweat across his features, glistening in the singular electric light above them, “Tell me how I make you feel.”

“Full,” she mumbled against his ear, her arms around his neck as the brick wall scraped at the borrowed jacket. “You make me feel so full...like I've spent all this time empty,” she continued, her hot breath against his neck as her body melted into him, her grip tightening on the blood-stained flannel as his hips began to jerk more erratically.

Neither managed any more actual words as Cooper pumped inside her until his fluids merged with hers, dribbling out onto their already slick skin as he finally let her boots touch concrete again. Dragging his uncomfortably wet underwear back into place and refastening his jeans, The Butcher offered his hand to her to grip for support as he squatted before her, surveying her swollen flesh, and she whimpered a weak protest. “You're gonna be sore tomorrow, aren't you,” he mumbled, leaning in to place a kiss against one naked thigh, then the other, helping her back into her panties.

“If you take me home...I'll let you kiss it better in the morning,” she answered, her throat uncomfortably dry, eager for just about anything but his vile bourbon.

“Promise?”

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tagging : @one-of-thewalkingdead , @gissellec1 , @pinkflowerwombat , @sashimeep , @strangererotica , @the-butchers-baby , @callsign-fangirl , @hibiskooks , @jessy02 , @charliehoennam , @pinastrihaven , @amethystblackkchaos , @bleeding-heartz , @gt-rxn , @simplymurdock , @lucy-sky

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[worstcharacterpoll]

[Image description: A tournament bracket of 32 contenders, labeled "Tumblr's most hated." The matchups on the left are Vriska vs. Pearl from SU; Rex from Victorious vs. Rick Sanchez; Ansem the Wise vs. Gul Dukat; Kylo Ren vs. Kokichi Ouma; Scrappy Doo vs. Sheldon Cooper; Pierre from Stardew vs. Mort from Madagascar; Seraphine from League vs. Heimskr; and Jurgen Leitner vs. Andre Glacier. The matchups on the right are Walter White vs. Light Yagami; Buck Cluck vs. Ross Geller; Bramblestar vs. Starlight Glimmer; Goro Akechi vs. Pariston Hill; Katsuki Bakugo vs. Berdly; Angel Dust vs. the Impostor; Olaf from Frozen vs. Hooty; and Zenos viator Galvus vs. Tony Stark. The bracket is red on a black background. End ID]

Here is the official bracket for the most Hated Character on Tumblr! Each round will last 24 hours, with a 12 hour break in between. Round 1 should start Feb 9, 2023 at 9:00 AM CST.

As a reminder, this tournament is for the characters that you hate the most, so always vote for your least favorite of the two options. The winner will be publicly executed.

FAQ under cut:

Q: Why did you put in x character and not y character? Aren't there more hateable characters from that franchise?

A: I wanted to keep the competition light-hearted, funny, and interesting. I intentionally avoided most shitty parent characters, dictators, characters who were meant to be hated, etc., as well as characters heavily associated with bigotry and sexual assault, and gravitated towards characters that were more divisive in fandom. Exceptions were only made for characters I am familiar enough with and can use my own judgement for. Using Zenos as an example: He is a villain who is very evil and meant to be hated, which I mostly avoided when taking suggestions for things I wasn't familiar with myself. However, he's very divisive between people who think he's a good interesting villain, people who don't think he's a good villain and don't like him in the story at all, and people who want him carnally. Walter White is also meant to be hated, but he has a meme status, and as a villain protagonist I think he's more interesting than most "meant to be hated" characters. Also, there are certain franchises that I simply didn't want to include. If JK Rowling wasn't such a real and horrible political presence, owing all her influence to Harry Potter, I would've definitely put Snape on the poll. As it stands, I don't really want to give HP any attention. TL;DR answer: Because it's funnier that way

Q: But I LIKE that character :(

A: As mentioned before, I specifically gravitated more towards characters who are more divisive rather than universally hated. They are usually more interesting, and there is more variety with those types of characters - you don't have shitty dad character #1 vs. shitty dad character #2. I actually looked for "anti-(character)" tags and discourse about that character when making decisions about who to include. lol If you actually like some of these characters (uh, my condolences), vote against them in their respective matchups.

Q: Is it too late to suggest a replacement?

A: Yes.

Q: Why are you doing this?

A: I feed off of hatred and violence. I want to see who tumblr users REALLY hate.

Q: Why Pearl?

A: It was quite a while ago now so I get it if people don't remember, but Pearl discourse used to be a big thing and people argued that she was irredeemable for many of the things she did early on in the show. If you remember the "Pearl hates the Irish" meme, that was a parody of how much people hated her

Q: Why Hooty?

A: I haven't seen the Owl House but I'm told many people think he's annoying. Also he's voiced by Alex Hirsch and fuck that guy he did my boy Ford so dirty I'm still mad about this

Q: Why Starlight Glimmer?

A: MLP:FiM is another show I didn't really watch but she was a villain who got redeemed and became a main character and a lot of people think her redemption arc was rushed and botched and she actually made a lot of people quit watching the show. One of my close friends really really really hates her and I don't think that's an isolated incident

Q: Why Berdly?

A: Annoying. Personally I think his arc of becoming less annoying was pretty fun but a lot of people still hate him.

Q: Why Bakugo (instead of Mineta)?

A: I actually debated this a lot and held a preliminary poll which Mineta actually won. But then I decided democracy is dead because Mineta really wouldn't be as interesting as Bakugo in this tournament because he's basically universally hated. Bakugo is more interesting because people who hate him REALLY hate him, while people who love him REALLY love him. Kind of like Vriska. I think. I never read Homestuck and I don't plan on ever doing so.

Q: Why Tony Stark?

A: He's a heavily divisive character because he's a war profiteer billionaire with a superiority complex, but the narrative treats him as a morally pure hero. Also, he's MCU Spider-Man's mentor and most of MCU Spider-Man is basically defined by Tony Stark and he's not allowed to be his own character. There's a bunch of other stuff but I didn't watch and I don't care about most of the MCU. Personally I'm a really big Spider-Man fan and I despise him for what he did to Peter Parker but I shall refrain from making this a long rant.

Q: Why did you include characters that you're not familiar with?

A: I didn't want to exclusively have characters from my interests. I wanted a bit of variety. Before the poll started, I accepted submissions for candidates, and basically trusted submitters to send in decent characters. Some of the characters I ended up with may go against the vague guidelines I set for myself, which kind of sucks, but that's how it is now.

Q: This bracket sucks.

A: Make your own tournament then. I'm just some guy making a tournament on tumblr dot com for free. Don't take it too seriously.

[dailyadventureprompts]

Dm Tip: Playing the Villain/ Guidelines for "Evil" Campaigns

I've never liked the idea of running an evil game, despite how often I've had people in my inbox asking how I'd go about it. I'm all about that zero-to-hero heroic fantasy not only because I'm a goodie twoshoes IRL but because the narrative-gameplay premise that d&d is built around falls apart if the party is a bunch of killhappy murder hobos. Not only would I get bored narrating such a game and indulging the sort of players who demands the freedom to kill and torture at will (I've had those before and they don't get invited back to my table), but the whole conceit of a party falls through when the obviously villainous player characters face their first real decision point and attempt to kill eachother because cooperation is a thing that goodguys do.

Then I realized I was going about it all wrong.

The problem was I had started out playing d&d with assholes, those "murder and torture" clowns who wanted to play grand-theft-auto in the worlds I'd created and ignore the story in favour of seeing how much unchallenged chaos they could create. They set my expectations for what an evil campaign was, and I spent the rest of my time developing as a dungeonmaster thinking " I Don't want any part of that"

But what would an evil campaign look like for my playgroup of emotionally healthy friends who understand character nuance? What would I need to change about the fundamental conceit of d&d adventures to refocus the game on the badguys while still following a similar enough narrative-gameplay premise to a hero game? How do we make that sort of game relatable? What sort of power/play fantasy can we indulge in without going off the deepend?

TLDR: In an evil campaign your players aren't playing the villains, they're the MINIONS, they're mooks, henchmen, goons, lackeys. They're the disposable underlings of uncaring overseers who have nothing but ill intent towards them and the world at large.

Where as in a hero game the party is given the freedom to challenge and overthrow corrupt systems, in an evil game the party is suck as part of that corrupt system, forced to bend and compromise and sacrifice in order to survive. The fantasy is one of escaping that corrupt system, of biding your time just long enough to find an opening, find the right leverage, then tossing a molitov behind you on the way out.

Fundamentally it's the fantasy of escaping a shitty job by bringing the whole company down and punching your asshole boss in the face for good measure.

Below the cut I'm going to get into more nuance about how to build these kinds of narratives, also feel free to check out my evil party tag for campaigns and adventures that fit with the theme.

Designing a campaign made to be played from the perspective of the badguys requires you to take a different angle on quest and narrative design. It’s not so simple as swapping out the traditionally good team for the traditionally bad team and vis versa, having your party cut through a dungeon filled with against angel worshiping holyfolk in place of demon worshipping cultists etc. 

Instead, the primary villain of the first arc of the campaign should be your party’s boss. Not their direct overseer mind you, more CEO compared to the middle managers your party will be dealing with for the first leg of their journey. We should know a bit about that boss villain’s goals and a few hints at their motivation, enough for the party to understand that their actions are directly contributing to that inevitable doom.

“Gee, everyone knows lord Heldred swore revenge after being banished from the king’s council for dabbling in dark magic. I don’t know WHY he has us searching for these buried ancient tablets, but I bet it’s not good”

Next, you need a manager, someone who’s a part of the evil organization that the party directly interfaces with. The manager should have something over the party, whether it be threats of force, blackmail, economic dependency… anything that keeps the antiheroes on the manager’s leash. Whether you make your manager an obvious asshole or manipulative charmer, its important to maintain this power imbalance:   The party arn’t going to be rewarded when the boss-villain’s plan goes off, the manager is, but the manager’s usefulness to the boss-villain is contingent on the work they’re getting the party to do.  This tension puts us on a collison course to our first big narrative beat: do the party get tired of the manager’s abuse and run away? Do they kill the manager and get the attention of the upper ranks of the villainous organization? Do they work really hard at their jobs despite the obvious warning signs and outlive their usefulness? Do they upstage their manager and end up getting promoted, becoming rivals for the boss-villain’s favor? 

Building this tension up and then seeing how it breaks makes for a great first arc, as it lets your party determine among themselves when enough is enough, and set their goals for what bettering the situation looks like. 

As for designing those adventures, you’ll doubtlessly realize that since the party arn’t playing heroes you’ll need to change how the setup, conflict, and payoff work. They’re still protagonists, we want them to succeed after all, but we want to hammer home that they’re doing bad things without expecting them to jump directly to warcrimes. 

Up to no good: The basic building block of any evil campaign, our party need to do something skullduggerous without alerting the authorities.  This of course is going to be easier said than done, especially when the task spins out of control or proves far more daunting than first expected. The best the party can hope for is to make a distraction and then escape in the chaos, but it will very likely end with them being pursued in some manner (bounties, hunters, vengeful npcs and the like).  Use this setup early in a campaign so you have an external force gunning for your party during the remainder of their adventures. 

Dog eat dog:  It’s sort of cheating to excuse your party’s villainous actions by having them go up against another villain who happens to be worse than they are. The trick is that we’re not going after this secondary group of outlaws because they’re bad, we’re doing it because they’ve either got something the boss wants, or they’re edging in on the boss’s turf.  This sort of plotline sees the party disrupting or taking advantage of a rival’s operation, then taking over that operation and risking becoming just as villainous as that rival happened to be. This can also be combined with an “Up to no good” plot where both groups of miscreants need to step carefully without alerting an outside threat. 

The lesser evil: This kind of plot sees your party sent out to deal with an antagonistic force that’s a threat not only to the boss’s plans but to everyone in general. In doing so they might end up fighting alongside some heroes, or accidentally doing good in the long run. This not only gives your party a taste of heroism, but gives them something in their back pocket that could be used to challenge the boss-villain in the future.  

The double cross: In order to get what they want, the party need to “play along” with a traditional heroic narrative long enough to get their goal and then ditch. You have them play along specifically so they can get a taste of what life would be like if they weren't bastards, as well as to make friends with the NPCs inevitably going to betray. This is to make it hurt when you have the manager yank the leash and force the party to decide between finishing the job , or risk striking out on their own and playing hero in the short term while having just made a long term enemy. This is sort of plot is best used an adventure or two into the campaign, as the party will have already committed some villainous deeds that one good act can’t blot out. 

Next, lets talk about the sort of scenarios you should be looking to avoid when writing an evil campaign:

Around the time I started playing d&d there was this trend of obtusely binary morality systems in videogames which claimed to offer choice but really only existed to let the player chose between the power fantasy of being traditionally virtuous or the power fantasy of being an edgy rebel. Early examples included:

Do you want to steal food from disaster victims? in Infamous

Do you as a space cop assault a reporter who’s being kind of annoying to you? in Mass Effect

Do you blow up an entire town of innocent people for the lols? in Fallout (no seriously check out hbomberguy’s teardowm on fallout 3’s morality system and how critics at the time ate it up)

I think these games, along with the generational backwash of 90s “edge” and 00s “grit” coloured a lot of people's expectations ( including mine) about what a "villain as protagonist" sort of narrative might look like. They're childish exaggerations, devoid of substance, made even worse by how blithely their narratives treat them.

Burn down an inn full of people is not a good quest objective for an evil party, because it forces the characters to reach cartoonish levels of villainy which dissociates them from their players. Force all the villagers into the inn so we can lock them inside and do our job uninterrupted lets the party be bad, but in a way that the players can see the reason behind it and stay synced up with their characters. The latter option also provides a great setup for when the party's actually monstrous overseer sets the inn on fire to get rid of any witnesses after the job is done. Now the party (and their players) are faced with a moral quandary, will they let themselves be accessories to a massacre or risk incurring their manager's wrath? Rather than jumping face first into cackling cruelty, these sorts of quandaries have them dance along the knife's edge between grim practicality and dangerous uncertainly; It brings the player and character closer together.

Finally, lets talk about ending the villain arc:

I don't think you can play a whole evil campaign. Both because the escalation required is narratively unsustainable, but also because the most interesting aspect of playing badguys is the breaking point. Just like heroes inevitably having doubts about whether or not they're doing the right thing, there's only so long that a group of antiheroes can go along KNOWING they're doing the wrong thing before they put their feet down and say "I'm out". I think you plan a evil campaign up until a specific "there's no coming back from this" storybeat, IE letting the Inn burn... whether or not the party allows it to happen, it's the lowest point the narrative will allow them to reach before they either fight back or allow themselves to be subsumed. If they rebel, you play out the rest of the arc dismantling the machine they helped to build, taking joy in its righteous destruction. If they keep going along, show them what they get for being cogs: inevitably betrayed, sacrificed, or used as canon fodder when the real heroes step in to do their jobs for them.

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[blades-edge]

False God | Chapter 1

Chapter Summary: Cooper tries to fill the hole in his heart by drowning himself in you.

Pairing: Pre-War!Cooper Howard x f!escort!reader

Chapter warnings: mentions of depression, angst, joking about cowboys in a sexy way ig??, thigh touching, alcohol consumption, brief allusions to masturbation (m)

Words: 3k

A/N: Welcome to the first chapter of my Cooper fic! I am so excited I was finally able to finish it and I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing this <3

dividers by @saradika-graphics

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Cooper had grown used to the emptiness of his apartment. It was significantly smaller than his mansion in Los Angeles. He missed his garden and being able to spend hot summer days in the sun, enjoying a drink while he watched Janey play with Roosevelt. 

The divorce wasn’t kind to him. When the entire process had first started, he had been trying to play it cool. Keep his composure, go on with his life as if nothing had happened – but that just didn’t work for him. His job used to be his anchor, but even that was a thing of the past now, considering that barely any studio wanted to affiliate themselves with a Vault-Tec sympathiser. None of them knew what he did after all. He didn’t even want to know what would happen if he brought the things he knew – or at least assumed about Vault-Tec – to the press and therefore to the public. Maybe everyone would call him crazy on top of it all.  

But he couldn’t really risk his own life and more importantly Barb and Janey’s just to maybe have a chance at bringing an evil company down. If anything Barb had told him about the Vaults were true then he hoped that she and Janey would be safe when the bombs will fall. It wasn’t a question of ‘What iff’ for him anymore. He knew it would happen sooner or later. Somehow, he seemed to know it in his bones. And the political situation wasn’t really making him feel more positive about the whole ordeal.

In all the sitcoms and movies, they never seemed to talk about the emptiness one could feel after a divorce. His new apartment seemed empty despite the new furniture. The only beacon of hope he had was Roosevelt, but even the food from his fridge didn’t seem to taste the same. Cooper hadn’t been heartbroken since he finished High School. He never had the time for it and his marriage had eventually been just as he had always dreamed as a child. Barb and him rarely argued. Until it all slowly came to an end. Coop didn’t know how to live on his own anymore. 

He was surviving off a few small gigs at parties, always donning his iconic cowboy outfit. Of course, he wasn’t oblivious to the whispers behind his back. 

‘Look what he has to resort to now..’

‘That is Cooper Howard?’

Cooper tried to shut all their voices out of his head. He had enough to worry about already. Paying his aliments to Barb, paying his rent, trying to stay afloat – somehow. 

If his days were lonely, all of his nights spent alone seemed to be even worse. That’s where he had time to think and he didn’t want to think about everything that was going on around him. His cigarettes and the whiskey stored in his fridge quickly became his best friends during all those lonely nights. But they still didn’t fill the gaping hole he seemed to carry in his chest. Everything felt meaningless. Life was only a combination of small moments anymore. 

All the good moments he had were the days with his daughter, but there was nothing else that could really make Cooper feel happy or fulfilled. 

He craved the feeling of waking up next to a woman again. To feel her kiss him in the morning and to touch her body. This almost reminded him of how he felt as a green teenager, when he had only dreamed about having someone at his side. 

It wasn’t really a surprise to him that his hand didn’t feel the same as a woman’s touch did. Gosh, he even rummaged through a few boxes to pull up old pornographic holo-tapes, but even those didn’t really do it for him anymore. At least now how they used to in the past. 

His next decision was really a manifestation of his desperation. 

Coop stared at the newspaper on his kitchen counter. There were several ads on the page and one of them was able to offer just what he wanted. He took a deep breath, staring at the phone on his wall and then turning his gaze back to the number on the paper. 

His last gig had paid rather well and he thought that calling a sex worker might fill the hole in his chest for just a few hours. A few years ago, he could have never imagined going this far, but… he was lonely – and desperate in a way. Sex would take his mind off things and give him enough of an illusion for one night. More than the whiskey could. 

“It’s worth a try...” He mumbled to himself and then started to type the number into his phone. 

Business had been quiet the last few days. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint why that might be, but you were glad when a call came in eventually. Sex work wasn’t really something society seemed to be proud of, but you knew the numbers of lonely men that called your and other women’s numbers were significantly higher than most people would expect. 

It wasn’t just you working here. Multiple women operated under the “Sweet Nights” brand. You were just a small part in the great scheme of things. 

Your work certainly paid enough for you to entertain a decent, but not overly luxurious life in Los Angeles. Your small apartment was nothing compared to the big mansions up in Beverly Hills. Yet it was enough. 

The red lipstick stood in contrast to your black dress, correcting its straps around your shoulders as soon as Jimmy, the manager of “Sweet Nights”, informed you of your next client. This would be the first and the last for your day, considering that it had been a pretty quiet week night for everyone. On the weekend, calls were more much frequent and you could sometimes do three clients in one day. 

Every girl here had different prices. You were somewhere in the middle. Most middle-class men were able to book you, but sometimes, a man wanted to take you out for more than just sex for which you were able to demand a higher price. If you were honest, you preferred that to the simple act of offering sex and then leaving again. You certainly didn’t want to turn down a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant which was probably the best part your job had to offer. 

“Is Alan going to drive me?” You asked. Alan was the driver you had worked with the most so far. He was always in a good mood and often enough, he even lifted yours as well. You would share a cigarette or two before or after a client and he’d sometimes even drive you bring some food for you to enjoy after work. Alan was probably your best friend in this business, if you thought about all the people you’ve encountered so far. You got along well with some other women in here as well, but you couldn’t call those intimate friendships. 

Sustaining a relationship was also not an easy task given the nature of your job. So far, you hadn’t really been that lucky to find a man accepting of your situation, but you were of the firm belief that you could never know what was going to happen in the future. 

“I think so. You still have half an hour, so take it slow.” Jimmy was always kind to you as well, but he did have the attitude of a businessman. Nothing made him more happy than seeing the cash flow in and while you were always on time and working hard, you had seen him treat other women differently – especially the ones that weren’t on time and not bringing in a lot of money. 

You had been working at the “Sweet Nights” establishment for multiple years, so you had generated a few regular clients with time. For a man like Jimmy, there was rarely anything better. It meant a steady cash flow and for you, it meant being able to spend time with people you already knew in a way and they usually didn’t make you uncomfortable at all. However, getting attached was strictly forbidden. You didn’t want to breach the border between your professional life and your private one. 

Jimmy took his leave rather quickly then, leaving you to your preparations. You made sure to take your birth control before you were heading out, not wanting to risk forgetting it on accident if you were to stay the night at the client’s. 

Alan was already waiting for you at the door when you made your way to the car. “Hello, beautiful,” he greeted you, placing a small kiss on the back of your hand before he helped you into the passenger seat of the black car. 

Soft jazz music was playing through the radio as you drove to the client’s apartment. It wasn’t too far away from the “Sweet Nights” establishment as you were able to arrive there in under ten minutes. The apartment block in front of you looked simple and it made you quite certain that your client was probably part of the middle class. You had been to fancier homes, but it felt good to be able to ring a bell without going through two security checks on your way inside. 

Alan always took his time to wait until you were safely inside. There had been a few times where a client didn’t open the door and your friend drove you home instead. 

But this wouldn’t be one of those nights. 

When you pushed against the door, it opened for you. You turned around briefly to wave goodbye at your driver, before heading up the stairs to the apartment on the second floor. The sound of your high heels echoed off the beige walls and as you looked up the staircase, you could already see a man waiting by the apartment door. 

You always tried to meet your clients without any specific expectations towards them, but when the man came fully into view, you could feel your heart skip a beat. This wasn’t just any man. This was Cooper Howard. 

Ex-Movie Star and a new favourite topic in every local gossip magazine. You had read about his divorce as it was almost impossible to avoid the matter these days. Additionally, you were pretty sure you had seen just about every movie he had ever starred in. 

“Good evening,” you greeted him, the smile coming to you quite easily as you thought of the fond memories you had from watching his movies. Cooper extended his hand to you almost immediately, shaking it in a gentle manner. “Good evening to you too. Feel free to come inside.” His smile was a polite one as he stepped to the side and let you in. 

His apartment clearly wasn’t anything you expected from America’s most famous cowboy, but you knew times were probably a bit rougher for him now. There were a few paintings along the hallway wall, but the interior was nothing fancy. It wasn’t cheap either, but your job had brought you to many Hollywood mansions before and this apartment didn’t have even the slightest resemblance to any of them. 

Cooper walked past you slowly. After so many years of working as an escort, you could tell that this was his first time. He looked a little lost, shy even. You were not here to judge about it though, you were here to make him feel good. 

“Would you like something to drink? Wine perhaps?” You followed him into the kitchen, watching him as he let his hands restlessly move over the edge of the kitchen island. His face was still displaying the same smile he had greeted you with, but there was clearly a nervousness to his eyes. They were frantically moving from the counter to you and back again. 

“Wine is good. I don’t really have a preference,” you assured him with a smile, leaning against the other side of the counter. He gave you a quick nod before he looked for two wine glasses and searched through a small cupboard to retrieve a new bottle for you both. 

When the two glasses were filled, you leaned forward a little, supporting yourself against the counter as you looked at the man with a smirk. Cooper pushed your glass over to you, pointing at the living room next door then. “How about you… join me on the couch?”

His voice sounded strained and his hold around the glass seemed a little concerning for its fragility, but you didn’t hesitate to give the movie star an approving nod. “I would love to, Mr Howard.”

You could tell he tensed up a little at the mention of his name, so you quietly took note of that. 

“Call me Cooper,” he offered, leading you into the small living room. While he sat down on the far left end of the couch, you didn’t bother to sit down on the opposite end. Instead, you got comfortable right next to him, a quick invitation that he could touch you if he wanted. 

And Cooper did want to. But his mind was clouded with many things. This experience was completely new to him, but you were absolutely gorgeous in that black dress and he was very curious to see what was underneath it. He was only a man too after all, but–

You clinked your wine glass against his and he was pulled back into the reality of things. His eyes drifted over your body, a hint of longing appearing in them and you could feel yourself smile a little more at that. Cooper wasn’t showing you disinterest, but you could feel the insecurity inside him. 

This job brought you close to many different people and you would be a fool to assume that Cooper wasn’t struggling with the divorce. This wasn’t a rare scenario at all – many men were asking for your services when they wanted to fill the hole left behind by their beloved wives.  

While you took the first sip from your wine, you made sure to keep eye contact up with Cooper. It was enough to send a cold shiver down his spine and let his free hand claw at the arm rest of the couch. 

He took a sip from his drink as well, before placing the glass down on the small table in front of him. 

His lips parted for a moment, ready to form words, but you were quick to place a hand on his arm. Just a gentle touch. Not too much if he didn’t want it yet. “I know this is your first time. I can tell. And… we can do it all in whatever pace you’d prefer.” 

For a moment, the man seemed a little surprised by your words, but his expression quickly changed to a softer one. “Thank you. I appreciate it. I’m–”

What was he even trying to say? Cooper didn’t want to come across as an inexperienced teenager or the like, but he also didn’t want to seem too desperate. Even though he was. His body was clearly desperate. 

“It’s alright.” Maybe a little bit of light conversation might help him, so you took the time to let your eyes wander over his appearance. His brown hair was brushed back neatly and it definitely looked like he had shaved this morning. There was a simple, but beautiful ring adorning his finger, but you were sure it was not his former wedding band. His beige pants and the dark blue sweater were a lot more casual than your own outfit, but you had always been sure that Cooper Howard would look good in anything. 

Would his movies be a good topic to start with? Tell him that you were a fan? 

“I’ve loved your movies for years, you know?”

The look in his eyes changed. His curiosity seemed to give way to disappointment and hurt. Probably the wrong topic. Too sensitive or too personal. 

Your throat seemed to tighten and you were ready to apologise when Cooper interrupted you. 

“Isn’t it a strange thought that… I’m now asking you to have sex with me in a way?” His eyebrows were pushed together in confusion and you didn’t know how to answer at first. 

Of course, it wasn’t what you had expected, but saying you were displeased with the idea would be a lie. 

“No. It’s exciting, actually. Maybe cowboys have always been my thing.”

Cooper’s laugh was quite infectious. He had a big smile, a beautiful one too. His shoulders seemed to relax a little and he eventually put an his arm on the couch behind you. 

“What’s the saying? Save a horse, ride a cowboy?” His voice had grown a little deeper and while you were still able to watch his right hand hold tightly onto the arm rest next to him, a little bit of doubt had probably left him. 

You decided to weigh in on that. 

“I would never say no to a man like you, of course. Definitely worth saving that horse.” 

Another laugh. 

For the first time in a while, the harmless banter seemed to clear his mind off a few worries. Yes, it was a sensitive topic, but you approached it with enough ease that it didn’t seem all that awful anymore to Cooper. 

His left hand eventually moved down to your thigh, gently holding onto it as he searched for your eyes again. 

And before you could really think a lot about it, you kissed the former movie star, maybe a little too eager. 

Yet he was all for it. Your lips felt like a relief he hadn’t experienced in a long time and as he leaned in for more, he was certain that if nothing else could drown out the worries in his mind, your lips would surely be able to quiet his thoughts – even if it was just temporary. 

[grismavessel]

Inktober: Week 5

Happy Halloween!

"Agree to disagree, we both know who's right"

I thought about what other wacky stuff I could do with the vessel au.

What if Volo became a vessel for Giratina? What if he made himself a vessel on purpose and stole Giratina's power?

Originally the two were cooperating with one another but once Arceus tried to fix everything via a vessel/proxy, Giratina suedo abandoned Volo's plan a little (still mulling over the plot in my head) and left Volo without answers or assistance.

He would feel absolutely cheated. The most damning thing to refute all of his ideals and thoughts that the world was unfair and unjust.

He was abandon by Arceus and the one it outcast from the realms.

He is not the grand hero everyone loves.

He's had no just reason for all the wrong that has happened in his life.

He'd be furious. Insulted. He probably is plotting revenge of both god and vessel.

So if a pokemon won't listen, there are other ways to capture it. The red chain can steal back Giratina and bind it to him, making himself a vessel for a god instead of Gris.

But it doesn't work very well. Giratina's too big, too much for a mortal to house it without consequences. While Gris held off and fought off the possession, Volo foolishly takes on more than he could carry.

He's too blinded by rage, by the need to have victory over Arceus that he doesn't care if it's splitting him apart, or that he'll forever bind Giratina to his body due to the red chain's hold.

If Volo steals Giratina, he would become an imperfect vessel, a violitle bomb ready to lose his mind and tear the world apart.

(also I wanna add design notes so the tendrils are meant to be like tainted angel wings and I took artistic liberty to make the red chain more ribbony to add to the evil devilish flow going on.)

[star-xxx1]

Hi, I would love to request a I guess dark Wanda from a different universe where she comes and gets us after the Wanda from our universe left us for vision and the same thing happened in dark Wanda universe but we die there and Wanda realizes her mistake and goes through the multiverse to get us, I honestly don't know if that counts as a happy ending

Eyes everywhere-

Thank you for requesting!

A/n: My delusional ass will make anything into a happy ending

Dark! Wanda x afab! reader

Summary: Wanda comes back for you, after a long time, wanting to make a mends, acting if she hadn't left you in shambles.

Warnings: dark Wanda, stalker Wanda, Wanda being soooo intense, toxic love, mentions of blood, angst, fluff, begging, eating out, dub- con, severe oversimulation, sub/dom dynamics, reader has a dog?

It's a dark night, the moon doesn't shine quite right, the wind whistles through the windows, creating an eerie sound. The rain is pouring down.

The rain continues to pour down, creating a soft patter against the frosty bedroom window. The windows are cracked open ever so slightly, the patter of the rain is soothing, you find yourself falling asleep.

You fell into the first the stage of sleeping, dozing off into a light sleep. However something felt wrong, weird, almost like the world had shifted. You felt a presence, not a pleasant one, something or somebody was watching you. You decided to brush this of as paranoia, something that has been heightened recently.

Wrong choice.

It felt like something was coming for you.

Nuzzling further into the comfort of your bed, the large cotton throw you had recently added providing even more wramth, you allowed yourself to fall under temptation of sleep.

Failing to notice the red, spine-chilling eyes observing you from a far, disappearing with strong gush of wind.

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The beautiful scenery off the dense forest entertained you, as stood in your rustic kitchen. Wearing your silky, tiffany blue pajamas, stirring the cup of hot chocolate you had made. It was still raining but you didn't mind. Feeling something soft down by your legs you, peered down to your see beloved dog, Cooper.

"Hi angel, you like a treat?" Your voice came out in the babyish tone everyone used with animals. Making a loud noise with his mouth, tilting his head to the side, making baby eyes, you took that as a yes. Rummaging through the wooden cupboards, you finally found his treat tin. Fishing around the tin -decorated with little paws- you found his favorite treat, throwing the chicken flavor bone across the room. Cooper darted off to go get it, the sound of his paws padding against the wooden floor filled up the large, open room.

Content with your fur baby happy, you grabbed a book at sat down on the couch. Hours passed, you sat there, book in hand, reading away. From 10:00 am to 13:00 pm you had been reading. You stomach starting rumbling, making you realize that you had skipped lunch. Making your way to the kitchen, you opened the fridge grabbing the ingredients plus a knife.

Errkkk...

Your heart stopped upon hearing that sound. Was that the front door opening? Grabbing the knife you slowly turned around, ​cautiously​ treading around the corner, you peaked slightly... and who you saw made pure fear engulf you.

Wanda Maxioff.

Your ex- girlfriend. The person who torn out your heart and left you to fend off yourself. Your body began trembling, hands clammy with sweat that seeped from your pores. She looked Horffic, delivish. Blood covered her, head to toe, she stood in a aggressive stance, ready to pounce. The thing that caught your eye the most was her eyes, they glowed a color of pure evil, red, they felt so familiar.

"I can see you my love" her voice sent shivers down your spine, my love? She was the one who left you.

After hearing her, knowing that she knew that you were there, your first instinct was to run.

You tried to run, but weren't not quick enough. Wanda quickly catched you and pined you down to the floor, straddling your waist, forcing the knife out you hand. You can see the madness in her eyes. In her mind, she's decided that no one will stand between her and all the love she wants.

"love you. I need you. You're mine. You'll always be mine" She's desperate, as if she can't help herself. Tears rolling down your cheek, with a sharp pain shooting through your body you stuttered over your words, trying to come out with a sentence, while she looked down at you with a scary look in her eyes. Behind you, heard the door slam shut, realizing that she used her powers and you're now locked in with her.

"Oh, y/n ... you can't escape now." Her voice taunted you.

"W-wanda stop it get of me!" You begged, wiggling underneath the women.

"Love me!" She breathly screamed at you, the colour in her eyes growing stronger. You shake your head no, to scared to talk.

Her face suddenly fills with utter rage

"No? I do all this for you, and you don't love me?After everything I've done, you don't love me?" Her voice is shaking, and she holds the knife up.

"I killed for you... And this is what you what you do?!" her face full of anger and fury She's a completely different person now, she's completely insane.

Your were so confused, were was this all coming from? Killing? Who?

All you can recall is an dramatic break up between you too, once you found out she was cheating on you, with a man called vision. Which she tried to excuse as having a high sex drive, and since you weren't working from home anymore you couldn't fulfill her needs.

You try to get away for her, she screams at you, her face full of anger.

"Why are you running? What are you afraid of?" She grabs you by the hair, holding the knife up to your face.

"Don't you see? It's just you and me now. And we'll be together forever" She tightenes her grip on your hair

"Do you love me or not? Give me an answer! You should love me. You can't deny the feelings between us. I know you feel it too. I know you want me. You need me"

She's crazy now, like a complete lunatic. She smiles at you. It's the smile of a total psycho.

"Give in to me. You know you want it. Come on. you will be with me. I know you want to" You shake you head again, trying to deny this hard reality.

Her face fills with more rage "So you refuse? You refuse to give me what I want? You think you're above me, and you don't have to obey me?"

She grabs you by the hair again and pulls you up "Well, you will obey me. I'll make you obey me. You will love me again. You will give in to me. You will give your heart to me. You will give your body to me. You will give me everything. Do you hear me?"

All that you could let out was a whimper. Her smile suddenly grows wider, as she seems completely deranged now.

"You'll give in soon enough. I'll make you. I'll make you love me. And when I do, it'll be so great. It'll be us. It'll be just as I imagined. We'll be together forever. You can't fight it, y/n It's too strong..."

She kisses you passionately. Pulling away when out off breathe, she dragged you into the living room, throwing you on the couch. Trying to fight against the women who was clawing at you clothes, ripping them off, all you could do was cry, you were out powered.

"Stop, please I will be yours! Just stop!" You cried out . She smirks as she looks down at you with her insane eyes.

"No I won't stop. You refused to give me what I want. You refuse to obey me. You're my ex-girlfriend, and you'll do anything I say, won't you? Don't you love me? Don't you want to give yourself to me? Give me your heart, and I'll make you love me again. I know you still love me, y/n. You still have feelings for me. Don't try to deny it" She sternly let out.

When all clothes where discarded she brutally spread your legs, digging her finger nails into your soft thighs, she noticed that were upset.

"Oh, y/n, you're so beautiful, even when you cry. Those tears look so precious on your cheeks. So special... So rare..." She puts her hand to your face and wipes away the tears, she seems almost possessed.

"Your learn" she hissed out, while moving onto her stomach. Before you could response Wanda dived in, lapping you up like it was her last meal. She moaned tasting you, she had gone so long with out the taste of your sweet juices, months almost tipping into a year.

"You taste so sweet dekta" she yearned out. So many emotions were coursing through you, pleasure, fear, love?...

Love.

Why we're you feeling love for the women who hurt you so badly. Maybe you were willing to give her an another chance, your love for her was too strong, you missed her every single day but tried not to let it affect you. You wanted to be hers again you, wanted to let go and thats what you did...

"F-fuck" you whimpered out, breath hitching.

"What was that dekta?" Wanda asked, knowing dam well what you said.

"P-Please more" your voice sounded so small.

"If you say so love" Wanda continue, her tounge fucking deep into your tight hole, causing you to moan loud. This is exactly what Wanda wanted, for you to submit. She started sucking on your clit, taking your sentisvie bud into her mouth and latching on, sucking hard.

"I wanna cum, please Wanda!" you pleaded.

"Go ahead but I'm not stopping till I feel like it"

You came hard on her tounge, eyes rolling to the back of your head, body aggressivly shaking. Wanda held you down by wrapping her arms around your thighs.

"Fuck, Wanda!" You screamed out.

Wanda didn't stop, her pace was rough and hard. You were so sentisvie, begging her stop, it was too much. She won't stop abusing your dripping hole along with you pink bud.

"Wanda please to much!" you panted out, trying to get away from the women. She didn't listen, dragging orgasms after orgasms out of you. Untill you finally squirted all over her face, body jerking upwards, back arching, blacking out from how extreme it was, it was truly a beautiful sight for Wanda.

Picking you up into her strong arms, she took you to bed, performing aftercare and letting you rest, changing into your clothes, she settled into your bed, the one she watched you sleep in for weeks on end. Hugging you tight, she'll wait untill the morning to explain why she's back. She smiles, feeling so happy and relieved now.

"We'll be together always, and we'll never be apart again." In her mind, she's already convinced herself that you will love her back

"You'll love me again. You have to. You have to love me again" she said stroking your cheek, kissing your forehead, she closed her eyes joining you in sweet slumber.

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Waking up, you immediately snuggled futher into Wanda, you missed this, you really did. The movement against her woke up, she held you close to her, never wanting to let go. The first thing she wanted to do is tell you everything, get everything off her chest, confess.

"Y/n" her voice groggy, you humed in reponssd "don't talk just listen I just want to get this step out of the way" she sighed " Okay, so I'm, I'm not from your universe, I traveled to come get you, I missed you so much, I'm so sorry for leaving you it wasn't a Good excuse! Just please forgive me vision wasn't better than you, no one could top you! I'm so so so sorry! I'll do anything just please forgive me!"

you listen in absolute shock, eyebrows furrowed.

"Why didn't you get me in your universe?" You asked.

"Because, your dead" she said in a low, sad tone.

"W-what?"

"Car crash, a-and after that I realized how much I need you, I already missed you so badly, vision was terrible but you didn't want me back you were scared of getting hurt again, but when you died it only added to grief, so please please take me back, I'm so sorry for being rough last night, i just need you so bad, please, I've watched you for weeks, I crave you, I need you!"

Your assumptions where confirmed it wasn't paranoia it was Wanda.

Taking a deep breath, Wanda continued on "I get that your probably scared to take me back, but please I need you, please, I've changed, I only want you! I love you!" Tears slowly rolled down Wanda cheeks, this was a big confession.

"I- wow okay that a lots to take in, h- what about Wanda in this universe? " you questioned.

"Gone, that's who's blood I was drenched in, she was trying to get to you too"

"Huh- um wow okay" you seemed astonished.

You took a few seconds to think about it... You loved this women to much, you didn't care what she did you wanted her, in your eyes she was perfect.

"I missed you too, a lot" you said, hugging her tightly.

"Thank you my love" she beamed through happy tears.

"Do you understand, y/n? This is our new life together. You and me, forever"

You nodded.

Her touch is gentle and sweet, but her eyes are still full of craziness and insanity She caresses your lips gently, and she leans in.

"Kiss me, Star. Kiss me and we'll be together always."

She looks right into your eyes, as you lean in, your lips touching hers, in a soft loving manner.

Thats the kiss that sealed the deal with the devil Wanda, the women who loved you so much and would do anything for you. You could never escape.

"I love you" Wanda smirked.

"I love you too Wanda"

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I hoped you enjoyed!

[devilmen-collector]

Infernal Union President

Ft. Klein (my MC), basically every devil who was present in Asmodeus selfie story

Some suggestive details but this is not explicitly NSFW

Minors DNI

Summary: Klein gets himself elected as the President of Infernal Union, story takes place after the event of Asmodeus selfie. Based on the fact that Sitri mentioned Infernal Union in the card story.

"Klein, we all need your presence at the meeting, to continue what we left off last time, because of the incident with His Majesty Asmodeus." Bael said as he found Klein finishing his breakfast in Gehenna's royal dining room.

"Alright, alright." Klein nodded, wiped his mouth and stood up as a devil servant took the dish away.

If Klein were to be honest with himself, he wouldn't want to meet Asmodeus after such a short time. He does have feeling for the devil king of lust, but Asmodeus was just too much for him. However, there was something much more important that Klein wanted to accomplish, to further his ambition and influence in Hell, so he absolutely had to be present for this meeting.

"His Majesty Bael Regent of Abyssos and Klein the Evil Overlord." The devil servant announced as Klein and Bael arrived at the conference room. Technically, it wasn't Hell's custom to do such announcement, but it was because of Klein's wish that it was added. The servant bowed to Klein and Bael as he opened the door to the conference room for them.

The moment they entered the room, all eyes glued on Klein, as if they all wanted to see Klein's actions, not to judge but because those actions delight them greatly.

I can't get used to it no matter how many times I have experienced this. Klein said to himself as his cheeks burned. He wanted to look down at the floor to avoid the gazes of the kings and nobles present in the room, but he knew he shouldn't. Klein kept his head straight and dignified as much as possible as he went to his seat, which was positioned next to Satan, whose kingdom was the place the conference took place.

"Alright, we will begin the meeting", Sitri spoke, "the agenda is, as you were already informed, about the Infernal Union. His Majesty Asmodeus and Abaddon are now invited to join us in an alliance to fight against the invasion of the angels. All the other six kings of Hell have agreed to this invitation."

"Abaddon is always willing to extend our hands to help other countries. As long as other countries are willing to cooperate with us." Asmodeus smiled as he began to speak, much to the dismay of other kings. They knew Asmodeus's words always have deeper meaning behind them, and usually, they don't like what is being implied.

"Alright, we shall discuss more details now, about the role that Abaddon will play in the Union." Sitri moved on with the agenda.

Meanwhile, Klein was listening attentively to the discussion, which he considered to be profitable for himself later on. Of course, he caught sight of the kings looking at him sometimes, especially the unbearable gaze of Asmodeus, but Klein pretended that he wasn't bothered at all. Klein might love being showered with the devils' love and got flustered by their acts of love on a daily basis, or how he could let his guard down around the devils (for most of them), or he could let himself moan beneath them in an extremely undignified way, but he knew he needed to be serious at the right moment, which is now. It could decide whether in the future, he could rule over the entire Hell or not.

"That will do it for now, we could end-" before Sitri finished speaking, Klein raised his hand up.

It's now or never.

"Yes, Solomon?"

"I have a question." Klein's voice got a bit excited at the end when all the eyes looked at him again.

"Since this is a union, I think we need a president to lead and mediate for all seven continents of Hell."

"Why do we need such a position? As you know, son of Solomon, we kings meet and discuss the agenda from time to time." Leviathan asked.

"About that, many times, you guys got together, but nothing was decided, because you guys got off-topic a lot." Klein explained as he glanced at Beelzebub, who winked at him. However, Leviathan scowled because he understood what Klein was trying to say

"Also, when I just got to Hell, there were only 4 nations regularly getting together for discussion, namely Gehenna, Tartaros, Hades, and Abyssos. Other nations were there but they refused to join. And so sometimes, the votes were tie. Now we have seven kings here, but who knows, in some situations, one king might be absent. We really need someone to mediate the situation and if necessary, cast the tie-breaking vote in case the votes are 3-3."

"Oh, and who are you suggesting for the position?" Asmodeus interjected. "I'm sure it's not one of us or one of the nobles who is strongly affiliated to a country because we want it to be fair."

"And surely not one of the normal or lesser devils because devils follow the strong." Beelzebub added and smiled like he knew where the discussion was going.

"Are you suggesting that you are the perfect candidate for the position?" Lucifer asked.

Klein nearly blurted out a simple "yes", but he calmed himself down and said:

"I'm not saying I'm the perfect candidate for the job, but I'm seeing myself as someone who will be most fair to all seven nations of Hell."

Lucifer looked straight at Klein as if saying "I can sense your false humility, son of Adam", but he didn't say gave Klein a call out

"I think it's a good proposal.", said Beleth, sitting beside the sleeping Belphegor.

"Aren't you getting ahead of yourself? None of the kings has said the proposal is being seriously considered?" Leviathan sounded like he wanted to shut down Klein's proposal.

"I still have two more reasons to add." Klein smiled. "The first is that Hell would benefit from it. It's true that Hell now has seven kings but remember God has degreed that Solomon, or his descendant and successor, me, to crown for Hell a unified leader, the Final Temptation. Having some sort of a unified leader right now, even symbolic or ceremonial and in balance with the kings, would help Hell be more unified, be more prepared for a unified Hell under the Emperor." Klein looked straight at the king of envy as he gave gis reasoning.

"Master, may I ask what the last reason is?" Mammon spoke as Leviathan fell into contemplation.

"The last reason is, I want to share the burden with all of you."

With the last reason, all devils in the room, even Belphegor who had just woken up, looked at Klein, who felt as if they were scrutinizing every fiber of his being. Klein was ambitious, yes, but it was also true he cared greatly for the devils, and he truly wanted to help the kings. There was nothing to hide for him. Even when the kings were reading his thought, they would only see that he truly wanted to help them.

"You are a very devilish human, Klein. Kekeke." Satan smirked and broke the silence. "I agree, let's make Klein the President of the Infernal Union."

"I second that." Beelzebub winked at Klein as he was saying.

"President of the Infernal Union, of course only my Master could fill that position." Mammon laughed as he signaled his approval.

He only needs one more vote. Sitri thought to himself.

"Since it will be beneficial to Hell, I agree." Leviathan said before adding. "But I expect you to fulfill your obligation as the President."

"Will do." Klein replied. "I know the lesson, with great power comes great responsibility." Which made Leviathan wonder where Klein had learned that.

He did it. Sitri couldn't help but feel glad for Klein in his heart. He turned to look at the other three kings. Even though only 4/7 votes were needed, he knew it could jeopardize the union if the other three kings vehemently opposed the proposal.

"I agree. Though I recommend the President not to overwork himself. We don't want to see you visit Paradise Lost as a patient." Lucifer spoke and smiled at Klein.

"Pres, I really look forward to that part where you said you would share our burden." Belphegor looked at Klein and smiled, indicating his approval.

"Well, I suppose I can only vote yes. I will regularly visit you, President. Let's spend a lot of time with each other then." Asmodeus smiled at Klein, which made the Overlord shiver and other kings to look at him with a scowl or a grim face.

"As President," Mammon stood up and lifted Klein up, " you should sit at the head of the table." The king of greed put Klein down at the seat at the head of table, which belonged to Satan.

"Feel good looking at all of us from that seat." Satan asked with a grin.

"Y-yes." Klein's cheeks burned as all eyes focused on him.

"Pres, say something as your first speech." Beelzebub teased.

"L-let's work together for Hell." The Overlord spluttered.

"That sounds so basic." Satan teased.

"A-actions speak louder than words. You guys will see how great a president I am." Klein pouted as he affirmed his commitment.

...

That same night,

I did it

Klein couldn't sleep. He couldn't believe he managed to pull that through and became the President of the Infernal Union.

This is just the first step.

Klein told himself and he was tossing and turning around on bed, his excitement couldn't be contained as he kicked his feet continuously.

I'll become the Final Temptation myself. Then all will bow to my rule.

Klein let out a small evil laugh.

[tangsakura]

Idk because of yuuji's soul origin and brother themes on him keep popping out (with todo, choso, twinning with sukuna in domain) how if sukuna's twin willingly let themselves be eaten by sukuna out of love..? Sacrificial love. That's what soul like yuuji would do. His father Jin (the twin reincarnation) seems like a very kind man, too. That's why sukuna hates him, but he himself never really sure why. I guess the sacrifice leads to sukuna born evil and 'fight hungry' because he thought he fought and defeated his twin and ate them, but that's not the case. Now sukuna's fighting yuuji and yuuji fights back and even eat him too (sukuna fingers), once sacrificial love turns into pity. Like reverse version and sukuna's true equal is yuuji (he can cage sukuna while born without CE and not die, their soul similiar to fushion). Well, jjk is ending soon. I kinda want to know more about sukuna's origin, so i think about this one 😑 I hope yuuji will survive, though, but to end them twins cycle, most likely both need to die 😞 or yuuji survive then 100 years later both reincarnated.

If you're interested in Sukuna Backstory Theories then you can my posts:

Sukuna Backstory #1

Sukuna and Angel Backstory

I never thought of Sukuna as evil in the beginning, but more like he was turned one because of society and the environment around him. He was the outcast of the outcasts and he was born in the golden age of jujutsu. No wonder he became evil, at least in our standards.

You know, I did have a thought that Jin was a victim and a nice person at first, but then I started to think - what if Jin was actually as unhinged as Sukuna?

In the chapter when Jin first appeared, he mentioned how babies can retain memories and remember them, which was weird because how tf did he come into that conclusion? If that was true, then he would've remembered the times when he was a baby, right?

Then I started thinking. What if Jin remembers when he was a fetus during Heian era and how he was 'devoured' by Sukuna? This line of think changed the way I looked at the page.

He might not be someone in denial of his wife's death or anything like that. In fact, he might've known that Kenjaku was inhabiting his dead wife and must've formed some sort of vow. You mentioned that Jin might've demonstrated sacrificial love, but it might be that Jin didn't have any agency in the matter of being devoured by Sukuna (this is something mentioned by someone I talked to on Twitter btw..... I think their username is LadyKenjaku or smthing), and a pact made with Kenjaku by him was a decision he made. A way to reclaim agency. Who knows if he was cooperating with Kenjaku as a revenge for what happened or if it was to help his twin despite everything?

I do also have a crazy theory that the reason Yuji could take control of his own body even though Sukuna had been inside of him was because Yuji was created with Jin's soul fragments. Sukuna's soul and power are so overwhelming that it just seems impossible for someone to be in control of their body once he is inside theirs, but Yuji can. So I think Yuji has something that can equal Sukuna's soul. What I thought of is that Yuji is made from Jin's soul fragments. Yuji's soul contains parts of Jin's soul in it, basically.

That's why Yuji has much potential as Sukuna and absorbed his CT quite easily without destroying Sukuna himself.

And yes, thank you for staying for this long yap.

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I do hope Yuji dies, but gets revived as a way to be free from the cycle of curses with Sukuna. Like how Harry Potter did xD But who knows what Gege has in store for us.

I'm currently making a post about why Sukuna hates Yuji or smthing but idk when I'll have it completed bc I have too many ideas on what I wanna post xD

Anyways. See you all later for the leaks!

[trashytoastboi]

Mini Character Playlists🖤

Part 1

Obey Me! Seven Days of Sin Event

🎶Lucifer🎶

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🎶 Je te laisserai des Mots by Patrick Watson

🎶 Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) by Eurythmics

🎶 Enjoy the Silence by Depeche Mode

🎶 Into My Arms by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

🎶 Mary on a Cross by Ghost

💰Mammon💰

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💰 R U Mine? By Arctic Monkeys

💰 Necessary Evil by Motionless in White (feat Jonathan Davis)

💰 Life is a Lemon and I Want My Money Back by Meatloaf

💰 More by Sisters of Mercy

💰 Life of the Party by All Time Low

🎮Leviathan🎮

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🎮 Somebody by Memphis Mayfire

🎮 I Deserve to Bleed by Sushi Soucy

🎮 Every Me Every You by Placebo

🎮 Fire by Queen Bee

🎮 Kuroi Namida by Anna Tsuchiya

📚Satan📚

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📚 A Place For My Head by Linkin Park

📚 Should I Stay or Should I Go? By The Clash

📚 The Red by Chevelle

📚 Wrecking Ball by Mother Mother

📚 Writing to Reach You by Travis

💅🏻Asmodeus💅🏻

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💅🏻 Poison by Alice Cooper

💅🏻 Monsters by All Time Low (feat Blackbear)

💅🏻 Girls Just Wanna Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper

💅🏻 Black Sheep by Metric

💅🏻 Fallen Angel by Three Days Grace

🍔Beelzebub🍔

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🍔 Feed the Machine by Poor Man's Poison

🍔 Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen

🍔 Here Comes the Sun by The Beatles

🍔 Lord of the Flies by Cubanate

🍔 An Honest Mistake by The Bravery

⭐️Belphegor⭐️

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⭐️ I Can't Decide by Scissor Sisters

⭐️ How Far We've Come by Matchbox Twenty

⭐️ Question by System of a Down

⭐️ Life Eternal by Ghost

⭐️ I Know It's Over by The Smiths

Taglist: @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf @roninfromtheops

[one-annon]

hi I'm annon!!

I started tumblr as a artist but I guess I'm moving onto my writing too - I ask you to please be patient because I'm new to writing x readers n such but I will try my best!!

it's been quite a while since I wrote but I can do like 1k to 2k? longer than that might be a little hard for me (｀□´)

i dont have much else to say about myself! uh, ive been writing for a while now. i also do rps! if youd like to do any rps when the listed characters/movies, feel free to let me know! im also happily spoken for by @wrathofthegodsfrontman <3

my current hyperfixation; saw series!

next movie on my list; silence of the lambs!

【ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲ　ＬＩＳＴ】

sawyer family (including the game characters!) - texas chainsaw massacre

hewitt family - texas chainsaw masscre remake

jason voorhees - friday the 13th series

michael myers (og and rz) - halloween series

laurie strode/angel myers (og and rz) - halloween series

billy lenz - black christmas 1974 (i will do 2006 version but mostly the 1974 version)

brahms heelshire - the boy

carrie white (and friends) - carrie (og and remakes)

scream team (billy, stu, randy, etc) - scream series (ive only seen 1 and 2 but im making my way through)

harry warden - my bloody valentine (og and remake)

sinclair brothers - house of wax

firefly family - house of 1000 corpses trilogy

dbd characters - dead by daylight

saw characters - any movie! this includes the scott tibbs documentary and saw .5!

herbert west and dan cain - reanimator

patrick bateman - american psycho

edgar, miles, and madeline - electric dreams

hal 9000, frank poole, and dave bowman - 2001: a space odyssey

anyone else you can think of! I'll try my best to learn the character :) these are just everyone I can think of at the moment! I'll do killers and survivors but I know people are more obsessive over the killers lmao

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anything really..I don't have too many boundaries. I can do anything from hcs, scenarios (i.e. how would ____ react to ____?), smut, fluff, angst...the whole works

and even if you're willing to rant to me about your ocs I could whip up a oc x canon story! :)

also, depending on the media, im open to non horror writes!

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really not a lot to add here? maybe like...toilet related stuff for nsfw..

just the usuals - no incest (MAYBE for the sawyers since they are canonically inbred but its very situational), p3dophilia, b3astiality, etc etc

MASTERLIST!

GENERAL TAGS; #MANN GEGEN MANN! ➸ OOC/ANNON (also used for my rp blogs!) ↪ mann gegen mann - rammstein

#AND I KNOW WHY YOU DRIVE ME CRAZY MOTH MAN ➸ annons moths ↪ moth man - dirty bynum

#SEARCHIN! SEEK AND DESTROY! ➸ annons art ↪ seek & destroy - metallica

#my face is long forgotten my face is not my own ➸ ask games (again, also in my rp blogs!) ↪ am i evil? - diamond head

FANDOM TAGS;

#game over! ➸ saw writes ↪ jigsaw, apprentices

#i speak for the dead ➸ jigsaw legacy au ↪ logan nelson

#its a scream baby! ➸ scream writes ↪ stu macher

#you fudgepackers'll be the death of me yet! ➸ TCM writes ↪ drayton sawyer

#hey paul! ➸ american psycho writes ↪ patrick bateman

#hes dead?/not anymore... ➸ reanimator writes ↪ dan cain/herbert west

#love is give not take so im giving you madeline and taking myself away ➸ electric dreams writes ↪ edgar

#im afraid i cant do that dave ➸ space odyssey writes ↪ hal 9000

WRITING TAGS;

#HEY HEY HEY HEY! HEY STOOPID! ➸ annon writes ↪ hey stoopid! - alice cooper

#I WASNT EVEN A BILL I WAS JUST AN IDEA ➸ annons hcs ↪ im just a bill - school house rock (cover by deluxx folk implosion) #keeping our eyes close to whats going on on the screen ➸ angst writes ↪ slumber - sløtface

#ive got to have faith faith faith ➸ hurt with comfort writes ↪ faith - george michael (and cover by limp bizkit)

#quit actin like a bitch and makin up excuses ➸ hurt with no comfort ↪ i wish i was a riot grrrl - destructo disk

#call me on the line call me anytime ➸ fluff writes ↪ call me - blondie

#rein raus rein raus ➸ smut writes ↪ rein raus - rammstein

#so much for the golden future i cant even start ➸ annons drabbles ↪ breaking the law - judas priest

yeah! thats kinda it! I'll try to reply and write out requests as fast as I can

credit to; @strangergraphics for the awesome dividers!

ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ꜱᴀᴡ ʀᴘ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ!

@ᴡʀ4ᴛʜ-ᴏꜰ-ᴛʜᴇ-ɢᴏᴅꜱ @ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ-ᴛᴡɪɴꜱ @zippyzep @jigsaws-disciples

[doveabovetheworld]

Gvf as supernatural beings:

Josh:

“Who are you?” You asked him, seeing a bright light outline the silhouette of a man in front of you.

“An Angel…” he said in a soft tone, almost… comforting you but not quite so. “A fallen one, corrupted from everything evil in this world and painted to be the villain.”

Jake:

You could see his fangs peek out between his lips as they curved into an evil grin, almost mockingly. He knew the next scene in this movie, he knew the next line in this book.

“You’ll be happy with me,” I said, wanting to drag you in, hunting you like prey. “Just let me have a drop of that crimson blood.”

Sam:

He was walking in the woods, looking for new ingredients to his latest potions, as he saw someone who immediately caught his eye, to say the least. You were beautiful, a flame dancing as you walked, attempting to find your way back to where you once came. You were a perfect creation made by Mother Earth.

“Hello,” you said, calling out after seeing him. “May you help me find my way back home? I seem to be a bit lost.”

Danny:

“No, no, no,” you whispered to yourself, hiding behind a tree as you attempted to catch your breath. He was right on your trail, he couldn’t lose you.

“I won’t hurt you,” he said. You could hear his footsteps. “Just cooperate with me, okay? You’ll be perfect for the moon herself if you cooperate.”

[jessy02]

it's not fair! his manipulation, is perfect 🥴

The New Normal - Cooper Adams/Abbott x Fem Reader

Based on the following request from an anon : "Even after everything you've done I still love you with all that I am" with cooper adams hehe 💓 This is clearly canon-divergent, but I doubt anyone will mind. I re-worked the prompt quote just a tiny bit, but I'm sure it will still get the point across ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Gif is mine. MY JOSH HARTNETT CHARACTER MASTERLIST CAN BE FOUND HERE.

(( word count : ~ 1,100 ))

Much like any job, being the administrative assistant to the chief of the local fire department had its pros, and cons. Up until recently, said pros had only barely outweighed the cons : a steady paycheck, relatively predictable working hours, and a reliable view of a certain charming, handsome, and unfortunately married firefighter. Ever since the dissolution of that marriage, however, the clerical employee's working environment had become substantially more pleasant.

Her long-standing crush on him hadn't exactly been a secret, and although she had not made any attempt to act on it – the rumor of an affair between herself and Cooper Abbott had begun to swirl as soon as news of his impending divorce had hit the fire station. The theories between the firemen and various staff had of course been false, but even Cooper had begun to actively take notice of her, and her obvious attraction to him. And when he'd asked her out to dinner at the end of a shift one night, weeks after he'd ceased to wear his wedding ring, she'd answered in the affirmative before he'd even managed to finish his invitation. Months had passed since that first night, and they had been an item ever since.

🔪

“I really don't understand why I'm even being questioned,” Cooper stated, irritation in his voice, as he loomed over the police officer interrogating him, arms crossed, shoulder twitching slightly.

“It's protocol, Mr. Abbott. We're questioning everyone that fits the description,” the cop answered. “If you have nothing to hide, answering a few questions shouldn't be a problem,” he explained. “Now, we've spoken to every other fireman of the estimated height range and build, and your own chief confirmed you were unaccounted for on the eighteenth, so we just need to know your whereabouts.”

None of your fucking business, Cooper thought as he felt his eye twitch, glancing around for some sort of diversion. He'd managed to make it out of a marriage of fifteen years without his violent proclivities being detected, and he certainly wasn't about to be discovered now.

“He was with me,” a feminine voice declared, and both the officer and The Butcher glanced in surprise toward the direction of the source. “He was with me,” she repeated, and Cooper's firehouse paramour stepped into view, reaching for his hand when he offered it, his brows knit together in bemusement as he watched her eyes that avoided his own.

“Ma'am, you've already been accounted for, that's not-”

“No, um...we've been...dating, and it's sort of frowned upon with the two of us working together, and all...I was on the clock, and we shouldn't have...we just couldn't help ourselves,” she gave a half-hearted smile, shrugging her shoulders as Cooper's hand abandoned hers, only to find a new home at her waist, his thumb rubbing absently as the stark white blouse she wore. “Cooper just...didn't want me to get in trouble.”

There was silence between the three, the cop, the killer, and the alibi. The officer seemed to be contemplating their story, deciding whether it would better serve him to simply move on to the next possible suspect, when a shout from down the hallway drew all their attention. Cooper glanced down to the young woman beside him as the sound of the fire chief's bellowing voice called out her name, and with the briefest grasp of her hand, his thumb grazing over the inside of her wrist, the unmarred spot that mirrored his tattoo, she slipped from his embrace. “I'm...I'm sorry again, officer,” she called as she exchanged a glance with Cooper, before disappearing from sight.

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Late afternoon eventually drifted into night, the assistant managing to hide away in the filing room and distract herself with paperwork, guiltily thankful when sirens had gone off in the fire station shortly after the confrontation with the investigator, Cooper being pulled away to preform his protective duties. His girlfriend had managed to avoid him the rest of the night, or so she thought, as she clocked out on her computer and gathered her effects, disappearing down the empty hallway that led to the back door of the facility.

“I know you don't think we aren't going to talk about this,” Cooper's voice sounded before she managed to round the last corner, just before the exit, her body visibly shuddering at the sudden rasp of his voice.

“I...I think the words you're looking for are 'thank you',” she stated as she tried to slide past him, reaching for the door handle, Cooper's large hand circling her wrist before she could rotate it.

“Someone's been keeping secrets,” he mumbled as he tugged lightly at her wrist, guiding her further away from her escape, out of the field of vision of the closest security camera.

“I prefer to think of it as playing dumb,” she breathed out as her back finally made contact with a wall, The Butcher cutting off any inkling of an escape between the smooth, painted surface behind her and his imposing frame.

“And how long have you been playing dumb?” Cooper murmured, his empty hand finding her free wrist and capturing it as he had the other, placing them both against the wall.

Silence filled the emptiness surrounding them for several seconds before her voice finally sounded again. “Since you were still happily married,” she admitted, his thumbs ghosting over her pulse points, her heart beat accelerating from more than just the anxiety of standing in the grasp of his physical control. “Maybe I...maybe the 'dumb' part isn't really an act-mmph” Her words stifled in her throat as she felt his plush lips against her trembling mouth. The force she'd half-expected in the aftermath of her confession didn't materialize, his kiss just as sweet and tender as ever, the flit of his tongue teasing her own, punctuated by briefer, though no less appreciated caresses of his skin against her own. “Even after everything you've done, I...,” her words dried up in her throat as she felt him draw away, no more than an inch, his warm breath on her prickling flesh as his face disappeared against her throat, his lips finding more skin to manipulate, “I still...” The Butcher's hand fisted in her hair as her wrists fell from their perch on the wall, slipping between layers of fabric that clung to his body, winding along his back, beneath his heavy jacket.

“Do you love me,” he rasped, more manipulation of a different flavor as he stood up straighter, a hand finding her jaw and tilting her chin until she could look nowhere else but his cold, piercing eyes.

“With all that I am.”

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tagging : @one-of-thewalkingdead , @gissellec1 , @pinkflowerwombat , @sashimeep , @strangererotica , @the-butchers-baby , @callsign-fangirl , @hibiskooks , @jessy02 , @charliehoennam , @pinastrihaven , @amethystblackkchaos , @bleeding-heartz , @gt-rxn , @simplymurdock

If I forgot anyone, I apologize, and please let me know if you want to be tagged in the next one

COMMENTS AND REBLOGS AND TAGS ARE DEEPLY APPRECIATED.💙

[angelbambisworld]

tell us more about your au plz

I assume you're talking about Glam Metal Heart so here's some cool facts about my AU

Tagging: @peanutbutter-doodles @ravenh37 @gh0stfl0ra @spacedoutman @ladyshandioftheendless

-Angel's first enemy turned ally is Alice Cooper. During the fight, Alice is rendered unconscious and KISS is like "Okay finish the job" and Angel is like "No pls he has a wife and kids". And KISS is like "Fuck that".

And Angel turns to Gene and she's like "🥺Pookie🥺I don't wanna kill Alice Cooper🥺". And Gene is like "😡Don't 'pookie' me. 🤬Kill him!".

So Angel uses her powers to try and brainwash Alice. It doesn't work because Alice is such an evil and wicked bastard but it does make him feel like he's being burned alive. So he pretends he's been tamed and he's all like "I love you so much that I'm gonna join your side. Please dont do that again."

In reality, he's only sticking around because in all his years of shocking and rocking, he's never known anybody to possess the power of love. He wonders if Angel will continue to use her powers for good or if something will happen that causes her to become corrupted...or something like that.

But other than all of that, he doesn't give the main cast any more trouble except for when he causes chaos on the side and the gang has to intervene.

Alice has shadow powers and also those snakes he has tend to come in handy during battles.

-I once saw a meme that was like "Vince Neil is just Bret Michaels evil twin"(Or was it Bret Micheals is just Vince Neil’s evil twin? idk) so I said fuck it. In this AU, Vince and Bret are long lost twin brothers(Because it's funny)

In Bret's chapter, Angel finally sees what the frontman is hiding behind that bandana. And Bret's like "Oh no! You have uncovered my secret! For this, you must die!"

And Angel is like "Is it that serious?" and gets stabbed with a poisonous knife(Or something like that). She has approximately 24 hours to find an antidote for the poison or she'll die.

I haven't decided what kind of powers Poison should have(Besides the power of stealing so many girls' hearts back in their hair metal heyday LOL).

-As I said in a previous post, Rob Zombie and his wife Sheri end up joining the main cast at some point. While Sheri doesn't have any special powers like her husband, she can still hold her own in a fight.

-The main(And final)villain is Traci Michaelz from the 1997 bubbleglam band Peppermint Creeps. Bubbleglam was an obscure/underground music scene during the 90s where bands would take elements of glam metal(Crazy hair, crazy clothes, crazy music)and push it to the extreme. Most bands in this genre never found any commercial success. Bummer, dude!

Traci Michaelz was the drummer in his band. He died on June 13th, 2008 at the age of 34. So in my AU, he came back from the dead because he's pissed off that he died so young and that bubbleglam as a genre never took off. He has the power of hate.

And uhhhh yeah those are some facts about my AU.

[thisiswasabis]

וTumblr Artists NoP-ifcitaion, behold ו

I wanted to add more, but I run out of the good ideas and my hands, once again, said "Nope, Vive La la révolution" and refused to cooperate

But anyway–-

Artists on this piece are:

@rusty-courage

@rabid-mercenary16

@endomentendo

@shandzii

And @ladybugkisses

Make sure to check out their blogs, they all have great art!

EDIT: ⚠️Warning⚠️ a lot (and I mean a lot) of reading ahead. If you don't want to, don't read it.

It's okay to skip it

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Now, to the

Notes on the designs:

Endo and Rabid

• For Endo and Rabid, as I don't know their nationality, I've gone for the mexican/spanish, inspired by this art by Endo

• In this AU/imagery, Rabid is a coulrophobia (fear of clowns) and Endo is hemophobia (fear of blood)

• In this AU Rabid has an ability to make people laugh no matter how un-funny the joke is. She can't really control it, but over the years she learned to make actually funny jokes and recognize when it's good depending on others reaction (ex. gentle smile - not so good, coughing on laughter - nailed it)

• Endo looks like a human, bc they supposed to be one, but with mouth like this, there's no way they're human, oooohhh no

• I gave Endo poncho to represent the "dress" (cloth???) Their sona wears (??? I don't know?. . . What this is?)

• I'm imaging their conversation (on this art) to be like:

Endo: So, you're a clown huh?

Rabid: Emm. . . Yeah, I guess I am (kind of)

Endo: Then you have to be very un-funny one

Rabid: Wha? Why?

Endo: Bc you gone gray out of your saddness

Rabid: ಠ⁠ ⁠೧⁠ ⁠ಠ ExUssmE, I can tell jokes, you little [very creative inslut here]

Endo: Mhm, the real question is - are they making others laugh or cry (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

*moment of silence*

Rabid, very angry: c'mere, I'll give you "un-funny clown"

*10 minutes later*

Rabid: *jokes like a pro in John Mulaney style*

Endo, trying hard not to laugh (rip their dignity and lungs): Rabid, no - that's so baAaaad

Ari

• For Ari I was going for the philophobia (fear of falling in love) and inspired by pics/paintings of the cupids and this art

• "But Wasabi, shouldn't she be a aliurophobia? (fear of cats)" No, she should not. Ari is famous for her lackadaisy art, that true, but, in fact, her blog is self-insert themed. She has a different form depending on her current fixation/crush. So with so much self-ships, it's logical for her to be a fear of love

• I have her this funny hair things (ears? Horns? What are those?) 'cause:

A) she would look identical to her angel sona otherwise

B) I like to think it represents the "evil"/fiery turn love can take

• In this AU, she needs to cover her eyes. She have a power to make anybody obsessed with her just by one glance into her eyes, but this is not something she can control. So she just covers them with a cloth or sunglasses to avoid the trouble

• I feel like she would have her own art gallery, where she shows (and sometimes sells) her paintings

Shandzii

• Secound non-phobia in this set (first is Rusty)

• I couldn't decide if she should be aquaphobia (fear of water) or muso/murophobia (fear of mice/rats) so I made them neither of them!

• But! He, in this AU, has a phobia parents (Aqua– and musophobia)

• "How could this happen? Is that even possible!?" Short answer: yes. Long answer Info dump answer:

In NoP, Phobias are actually some type of genetical anomaly. It's really rare but if at least one of the parents have a recessive gene for it, their kid can be a Phobia.

But that also not the case.

As I said, it's really rare to have a child like that, especially if only one parent have this gene. And, sadly, if a child had bron a Phobia, their parents can get abandoned. many Phobia kids are abandoned by their biological parents, as they don't want to rise a little "freak".

But, what is even less possible, when two phobias with human parents hook up, they can have a human kid instand of the Phobia one.

It's rare, but it can happen

• She dose not have any powers, but have a big weakness for water and sea/ocean. Also is really small and fast (in my NoP headcanon, not generally)

• I gave him a coat instand of a jacket, as I'm pretty sure there was no Red jackets in 1940s

• Also, a lot of pockets and pins, bc they reminds me of mice

Rusty

• Actually, I've already drew NoP!Rusty once. You can find her notes and design here

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I info dumped more than drew, sorry if it's a problem.

And, once again, check their blogs and art! They all are great!

And now, up to hole I go!

*slithery sounds of little gremlin*

[pico-digital-studios]

Sonic.exe OC: Blank EX

I'd like to introduce you guys to my own Sonic.exe OC, known as "Blank EX".

They've got that name, because they feel empty inside and don't have a sense of purpose since their creation. Though identifying with he/him pronouns, they don't have any gender to call their own, despite being moulded after Sonic himself. After winding up on Earth/Mobius/whichever you prefer, they were left trying to find answers as to where they came from and what their purpose is.

And, of course, there were 10 spots he could start searching for answers from, each aligned to one of 10 different factions.

Factions

(Most sprites below by Mod.Gen)

Team Sonic

This group consists of Sonic, Tails, Sally and Nicole as a team, each seeking out adventure together wherever it may come. Though Sonic would initially be sketchy of Blank and cite them as another faker, he's quick to sympathise with them and is eager to help them try and discover their sense of purpose, which is set to begin when trouble starts in Park Avenue, courtesy of the Eggman Empire and a strange, demonic entity that came to the planet just recently.

Team Master

(Ray sprite by Xeric)

This faction consists of Knuckles, Mighty and Ray (alongside Chaos through the Master Emerald Shrine), not only there to keep the Master Emerald safe from harm, but also to explore the uncharted regions of Angel Island together. Though initially mistaking Blank for Sonic, the group can see their plight and understand that they're searching for answers as to their past and future. But when Eggman steals the Emerald yet again while their backs are turned, they need to go through Ice Cap to reach the retooled Launch Base and steal it back, alongside having said entity on Blank's trail.

Team Dark

This team is of the usual three; Shadow, Rouge and E-123 Omega, who are mostly an independent group, but aren't shy of cooperating with G.U.N. whenever necessary. Shadow is quick to understand Blank's plight, having been there himself, and is open to help them find the answers they need. As it happened, a Chaos Emerald has been left in White Jungle near a G.U.N. base, and it might help uncover some secrets, provided Eggman or that strange entity haven't tried scouring for it first...

Team Rose

This group consists of Amy, Cream, Cheese and Emerl, each simply enjoying life as it comes and embracing the best things in life together. Though Amy goes into her habit of mistaking Blank for Sonic, they're touched by the affection, and when she hears about what's going on, she's openly eager to give them a helping hand with Cream and Emerl as backup. When word gets out that Froggy had gone missing from Big, that's the call to start investigating one of the nearby lakes for him.

Team Chaotix

The batch of detectives themselves, Vector, Espio and Charmy, each ready to solve cases should the matter call for it... and, on occasion, for the right price, too. Such a case calls to them once they discover about Blank's plight when they stop at the Chaotix Detective Agency's HQ looking for answers, and it's a case they'll be ready to solve as need be. To see if Eggman has any answers, they see to it about breaking into Chemical Plant and unravelling whatever they can find.

Team Future

(Sonia sprite by Xeric)

This faction consists of Silver, Blaze and an alternate counterpart of Sonia, with the equal goal in mind to keep all of time and space safe from whatever may endanger it. After sensing that Blank may have a grim future ahead of them if they're influenced by evil forces, Silver decides that preventing that future and steering Blank on the right path is a priority. And with Eggman spotted flying past Attitude Limit with a bright red light trailing his airship, that could be a good start to discovering what Blank's past is, and what their future will result in.

The Restoration

The expanded Resistance from the original war, it's currently maintained by Tangle, Whisper, Lanolin and Jewel, who are there to ensure that peace remains on the planet as long as it can last. It doesn't take long for them to see that Blank really needs answers as to their past, and Tangle's especially eager to give them a hand if it means adventure can call. Like with Team Sonic, they've got South Island's city to help protect, in their case, branching from Sunset Heights. And like with Eggman and the strange entity, a certain shapeshifting psychopath has taken an eager eye in the lost and confused being...

G.U.N.

The Guardian Units of Nations, an elite force dedicated to protecting the planet from any major threats. Headed by Commander Abraham Tower, they're doing whatever they can to ensure the planet can prosper and have a positive future. Speaking of, Blank comes to one of their bases looking for answers, starting out in Prison Lane and trying to avoid confrontation, provided the strange entity isn't able to influence Blank into doing the wrong thing regardless.

Eggman Empire

The notorious big bads of the Sonic franchise, led by none other than Dr. Ivo Robotnik, otherwise known as Dr. Eggman. They have one major goal: to conquer the world and hold it under the grasp of the Empire, which is made difficult by Sonic and co. hindering these plans and beating Eggman time and time again. When hearing about Blank's plight, Eggman is pretty eager to give them a hand (if not to boost his own plot), but is stuck having to deal with the strange entity (which I will discuss really soon) messing with his schemes, giving Blank the mission to help deal with the dangerous aircraft around the area where Sky Troops took place.

Retro X

THIS is the strange entity I've built up hype around enough in this post. Retro X comes from his own haunted game, but he's bound by the rules and can't go beyond what the game will let him do, even though he's trying ways to bypass that. In Blank EX's story, X claims that he has the answers as to their past and to gather him the Chaos Emeralds to discover the truth. This plan begins on the Death Egg where Eggman has a Chaos Emerald on board, though Blank can still be swayed away from X's plans should he help Eggman stop the sabotage of the space station instead.

As it happens, Retro X has the closest ties to Blank; he is the confused entity's creator, and intended to have him walk down the path of evil, though due to him being taken from X's meteor and raised in a separate space station, it allowed Blank to question the nature of his existence, even with the comfort he received from someone close to him.

That's where you guys come in! Since Blank EX is a lost soul with confusion and no real sense of purpose, you guys can decide what path he takes in life, and what his future will ultimately result in. You can choose what gender they ultimately define as, who they work for, what they'll do or even what character they'll grow to love romantically. And even better? There is no "canon" outcome for him, so go wild!

However, there are some rules I should set in place:

Be sure to share your ideas using the "#blank pieces filled in" tag.

NSFW ideas are strictly forbidden. It would sour Blank's strengths if you did that, so please don't!

For shipping ideas, since Blank is not at an age on par with Cream, Charmy, Ray or Marine, shipping with them is not allowed.

Be sure to give credit to me for pushing forward this idea.

Take these into consideration while writing out your ideas:

What areas will Blank EX scale on their journey?

What will they do for the factions at play, and how often will they switch sides?

What boss encounters will they wind up facing?

Who is the main character influencing their personality?

Where will the journey lead them, and who will they face after their final choice?

What will be their destiny after this final fight?

What gender/pronouns will they identify with (if any) once all is said and done?

States to Remember

Neutral

You've seen this one at the top of the post, and it's as a result of Blank not taking anybody's side in conflict or going to aspirations of their own independent of all factions. For instance, they might aspire to become stronger than Sonic or decide that no-one tells them what to do, or in the worst case scenario, they might be stuck where they began with no real answer as to their future.

Pure Evil

If Blank is influenced far enough down the path of evil, they'll adopt this appearance for themselves. At this stage, redemption is highly unlikely, and they'll seek desires FAR beyond what X wished, like conquering the universe on their own accord or usurping X's throne. This is the version to be feared should a timeline include this version of Blank.

Semi-Evil

Should Blank not be influenced too far down, they'll adopt this appearance. Redemption is possible, but difficult due to them willing to be subservient to the villainous parties (Eggman, X or Mimic), and desire to cause trouble to the world aligned with those parties' beliefs. This version of themselves isn't too far gone, but it's difficult to help them climb back up to another state.

Semi-Hero

If Blank is influenced towards the path of good, they'll adopt this appearance should they discover the truth of their past and not take it well. Though they're willing to do good as this version of themselves, they're deep down scared of getting people hurt and will need encouragement from others to try and stay strong. Outcomes of this version can range from them seeing their existence as a burden, becoming the guardian of the space station they called home, or even settling down with one of the teams. This version of Blank is the least harmful between timelines, mainly because they don't wish to cause unnecessary harm at all.

Pure Hero

With the strongest push in the right direction, Blank will adopt this form, inheriting the heroic nature of Sonic himself and being willing to do good, no matter what. This version will always result in one of the villainous parties being beaten and/or killed (Eggman won't ever be killed by this version), and even if he slips down an "Evil" option at this point, it's only to encourage a friendly rivalry with a certain character (like Sonic, Shadow or Silver). Even Sonic's impressed by them coming in as their own hero.

Credit to Mod.Gen for the original sprites and sonicsez1234 for that particular version of the sprite sheet.

I can't wait to see what crazy ideas you guys will make! Have fun!

[diaryofanobsessivefangirl]

My headcannon for Sareth is that Jareth has watched Sarah since she was 11 like a dark guardian angel and when she reaches adolescence, caring turns into love.

Her actress mother has an affair with another actor and their parents divorce. During that period, Sarah receives The Labyrinth book as a gift from a relative.

Jareth knows whenever a mortal speaks his name or title 'Goblin King' and sometimes ventures into the mortal world to observe them out of curiosity and boredom. Things might even develop into someone foolishly giving away their children - at least that would be interesting.

So when little Sarah role-plays the story for the first time, Jareth comes as owl to her bedroom window. At first he doesn't think much of her. She is not the first child to summon him, and he wonders would she make a fine goblin like others did.

The Goblin King watches long enough to see Sarah's family has been recently broken, and the mother she has idolized is out of the picture. The child seems to be coping with this sudden reality by escaping to her fantasies.

Shame, Jareth thinks, but such are mortal lives - subject to time, change and lost. He is flattered by the way the child speaks his name with such reverence, awe and fear though, so he decides to visit again, if the opportunity arrises.

The next visit is followed by the third, the fourth, and before he knows it becomes a regular occurrence. He is entertained by Sarah's vivid imagination, like Peter Pan was by Wendy's. Sometimes he sees her in the park gathering mushrooms for a fairy circle, sometimes she is at school (not completely lonely, but not popular among her peers either), but most times she is at home.

Once it was Christmas and her mother did not called. The owl watched the girl crying under the covers of her bed.

When her father found another mistress and wished for them to meet, a fight issued at the dinner table. She ran to her room and slammed the door behind her.

One nasty lad at school stole her notebook and ridiculed her drawings - castles, dragons, dwarves, and one particularly dark figure wearing a crown and an evil smile. Is that your boyfriend Sarah?, the boy mocked.

(Jareth watched motionlessly from a nearby tree. It was only at night that he also payed the boy a little visit. Something to awake his... imagination. The next day the lad had black spots below his eyes and shrieked when he saw Sarah. He moved to another school the next year)

Sometimes Sarah would fall asleep praying for someone who understood her to come, to take her away, far away from there. Jareth would then step into her bedroom and stand above the resting child. Gently he would lean forward and touch her forehead with his thumb, a warm pink light flowing out of his hand. Sarah would wake the next day feeling renewed after many pleasant dreams.

Take her away? Maybe. He has taken numerous children to increase his court, some from better backgrounds than hers, some less cooperative. All of them now without any recollection of who they once were, their parents (good or bad), nothing to make them sorrow or regret.

But turning Sarah into one of his goblins didn't sit quite right with him for some reason. If he had to imagine Sarah as anything under his domain, it wouldn't be as a goblin.

No, he decided, Sarah was a fairy. At first sight a delicate creature flying carefree - but like any small creature, ready to bite.

Sarah could be quite the brat when she stood up to her father, her teacher or a bully. Her bad behavior made him chuckle, as it looked so similar to his own. But below the immediate impression of a spoiled pre-teen running away from reality, Jareth saw a girl trying to remain hopeful and brave despite the turmoils of her young life.

So he remained close, finally having something to awake his curiosity and even sympathy after many centuries. He was there when she got a part at the school play, when she so seriously rehearsed her lines over and over again, trying hard to live by her mother's footsteeps. He was in the audience disguised as a mortal man the night of the presentation.

He was there when Sarah heard the news of her mother's car crash. And he was also there when her father announced he was engaged to his new mistress a couple of months latter.