#I NEED HIM PLEEAAASEEE
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Nobody understands what I would do to obtain him. I need him so badly.
I literally want all of the Primarch Joytoys and some, but I Need Him. Now.
#warhammer 40k#wh40k#Joytoy#Magnus the Red#ramble#I NEED HIM PLEEAAASEEE#MAGNUS PLEASE I LITERAPLY CAN BARELY AFFORD TO FEED MYSRLF BUT I'D STARVE FOR YOU#I'D SELL MY LEFT KIDNEY PLEASE MAGNUS PLEASE#mental illness
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Beelzebub Headcanons
(Pls wreck my insides)
Doesn’t look like it but he’s a huge crybaby, especially when it comes to his family
On that note, he struggles showing and expressing his own emotions while he himself is a giant empath, it’s been something he’s always struggled with even back in his celestial years.
Has a deep love for insects, doesn't understand why Levi and Asmo doesn't like/is scared of them.
Used himself as a human shield for his brothers during the Celestial war, which left him with a bunch of scars mainly on his back.
Beel has multiple Tattoos scattered across his body, but his largest one is a set of Replica Fly wings on his back.
Has a light tan from playing Fangol in the summer.
Him and Belphie have matching freckles scattered around their cheeks, shoulders, chest, and back.
Painfully scared of the dark, he sleeps with a nightlight every single night (Belphie HATES it)
Extremely musically talented, he can play multiple instruments ranging from drums all the way to strings, but he specifically enjoys brass instruments.
Beel can make a buzzing noise similar to a fly with his hands if he rubs them together fast enough, he makes the same noise when he flies (such a silly individual <3)
Insane bite force, even for Denon standards Beel has insane jaw strength and crazy sharp + Durable Teeth.
Not a picky eather IN THE SLIGHTEST but… He refuses to eat olives..
Snores like a father of 4, will refuse and deny it anytime someone brings it up.
Writes and draws like a toddler, you’d think someone hundreds of thousands of years old would be able to color inside the lines…
But if he tries hard enough he can write somewhat eligibly!
Takes Luke around RAD whenever Simeon can’t, treats Luke like his own son and will stare down anyone who looks at him the wrong way.
Can’t forget to mention the STUNNING Fashion shows him and Asmo has every once in a while (He’s the one brother who agrees to do them)
Knows fluent French, no one really knows how or when he learned it though-
!Other headcanons under the cut!
Lucifer’s Ver
Mammon’s Ver
Leviathan’s Ver
Satan’s Ver
Asmodeus’ Ver
Beelzebub’s Ver ~ You are here
Belphegor’s Ver
#I NEED HIM#I NEED TO FEEL BRO SO BAD#PLS LET ME TASTE IT#PLEEAAASEEE#can you tell my fav!#obey me#obey me swd#obey me!#obey me nightbringer#obeyme!#obey me hcs#obey me drabble#obey me crack#obey me beel#obey me beelzebub
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just a thirst bc i can’t find any fic about this, hope this is ok… just thinking about toji kneeling over my head on the bed, rubbing his cock all over my face and resting his balls on my tongue 🙂↕️ n then if he wasn’t satisfied with that, him shifting forward to sit on my face & let me rim him while he shames me for being so dirty 🫣🫣 i want this man biblically
WELL YOU HAVE COME TO THE RIGHT FUCKING PLACE I CAN TELL YOU THAT NONNIE BC HOOOOLY FUCK I WANT HIM TO DO THAT MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM he's sooooo fucking smug while doing all that too oh my fucking goddd and he looks so good nonnie just fucking imagine how good he looks.............. i'm dying. definitely teases you for being so dirty too yeah "ya just can't get enough, can ya?"
and fuuuckk he's gonna sit on your face and he's soo fucking heavy and it's all so much but it feels soooso fucking good at the same time and it only gets better when you hear him groaning above you just as you push your tongue in his ass mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
#nonnie u understand me#i need. to eat his ass#right now#PLEEAAASEEE TOJI PLEAAASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE#need him to be disgustingg with mee:3333333333#friends!!#toji
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it’s so uncommon to find yuta stans so im happy you have an anon who loves him too 😭 ur literally making everyone just start to make friends with one another and i love that
i jst find it funny tho bc i think that anon got compared to mark and theyre a yuta stan? i find it funny considering how yuta is with mark
but i came here to say that ur community is so nice and i don’t usually go to writers asks but you made it such a safe space i needed to. thank u for the chill vibes, ur one of a kind 🩷
i used to be a yuta stan like waaaayy back but not anymore </3 but I GET SURPRISED TOOO my anons getting along is so endearing and funny at the same time like we’re just one big family in a way 🔥🤗 YUMARKSJSJS I DIDNT EVEN REALISE THAT
i’m glad that you find this a safe space that makes me really happy !!! i’m glad that everyone here is so nice too it makes ME feel welcomed too (even if it’s my blog loll) let’s all continue to be nice and fun PLEEAAASEEE
#asks.#from anon#been hearing so much praise about the lqfiles community we need to all get into one big group and HUG#a few kisses on the cheek maybe!#i’ll continue to radiate chill vibes 💘
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Can you write a one shot about the Hungarian GP and start of summer break in Namibia with Lewis pleeaaaseee xxx
Of course I can! Thank you for the request ☀️ 🇳🇦 Short and sweet 💜
Warnings - None
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You couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face as Lewis sped across the line, his podium streak continuing with a spectacular second. With all the speed you could muster, you ran from the garage so you could be right up against the barrier when he came out on the podium.
The Brit immediately found you when he stepped out, throwing you a playful wink before he took his place on the podium. You were really glad that he had taken a podium right before summer break - the two of you were going to Namibia and he was going to be in high spirits. Even though you attended a lot of races, you were still quite a private person, Lewis more than happy to keep you to himself. Sure, they new your name, but the details of your personal life you’d managed to keep to yourself. Sharing your partner with the world was tough but it was worth it for how much you loved him.
You loved his passion and his determination to keep fighting despite the rough start to the season. His hard work beginning to pay off - so, most would assume that your trip would be relaxing but you know your Lewis. He couldn’t sit still for more than 5 minutes so you knew he’d have activities planned for your whole trip.
He pulled his braids back off of his face as you scooped your board under your arm, trudging down towards the still waters. He’d originally wanted to go surfing but the ocean was too calm, so he’d rented electric-boards for you. It wasn’t just the two of you either, Fabio and several others had joined for you the day. And of course, you didn’t mind, you were well used to Lewis’ social butterfly tendencies.
But that didn’t mean you didn’t cherish your time alone with him. He’d rented a beautiful villa right on the coast for the two of you to share.
Lewis had two favourite parts of each day. The first was having breakfast with you on the front decking, before the caffeine kicked in and he felt the need to be rushing around constantly. He could enjoy a nice moment of quiet with you, nothing but a soft chatter and the sound of the waves lapping against the sand.
The other was when he got to wrap you up in his arms when the nights cooled down - your back against his chest as the two of you laid outside on a lounger, looking up at the stars. As much as adventuring and trying new things was fun, just feeling you against him and doing absolutely nothing was his favourite. They always say time flies when you’re having fun, but the Brit always found he lost track of time when the two of you did nothing together.
“I can’t see the bear.”
He quirked a brow. “I’m sorry?”
“You know how the Ursa Major is supposed to be a bear?” You hummed, pointing at the sky. “I can see like the saucepan part but where’s the bear?”
The driver couldn’t help the giggle that escaped him and he squeezed you close before reaching up and tracing the pattern of stars. “You see there? That part is his tail and those are his legs and head.”
You considered the stars for a little while. “Looks more like a horse or something.”
“Okay, baby, I’ll ring nasa and tell them first thing in the morning.” He chuckled softly, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. “I think it’s time we get you to bed, you’re starting to sound a little loopy.”
“Mhmm, I’d argue but I thought I saw a constellation shaped like Helmut Marko a minute ago.” You admitted, sitting up and stretching your arms above your head. “Been a long day.”
Lewis smiled. “It has. Ready for another one tomorrow?”
“You know it, my love.” You purred, turning to give him a chaste kiss before standing up and offering him your hand.
He linked his fingers with yours and let you lead him to bed, clothes being tossed carelessly to the ground so you could slide straight under the sheets and back into his arms.
“What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?” You asked, brushing your finger tips across his jawline.
“Pancakes? We can make them together.”
You nodded eagerly before nestling your head against his chest and closing your eyes. The driver traced his fingers up and down your spine as you drifted off in his arms. It didn’t take him long to fall asleep after you, the two of you eager to take on another day of adventure.
But for Lewis, it was all about spending more time with you.
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Hope you enjoyed 💜
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The truth teller mission
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Geralt: Practice you say?
Ciri: Mhm. Yennefer told me to ask for victi- uh. Volunteers. It’s important for my learning.
Geralt: Hmm.
Ciri: *puppy eye on max* Pleeaaaseee?
Geralt: *weak* *he is weak* *puppy eyes is hitting home* Hmmm. Fine.
Ciri: *squeeks* Ooooh thankyou thanyou thankyou!
Some time later…
Eskel: ….. What are you two up to?
Geralt: I was a frog.
Eskel: ….. Ooooook?
Geralt: I was really small. And green.
Eskel: Ciri, what did you do to him?
Ciri: He agreed to let me practice my spells on him.
Eskel: So what spell is he under now?
Geralt: I'm telling the truth. It is really mortifying.
Ciri: Don’t give me that look! It’s the last one on the list Yennefer gave me, and I know how to undo it.
Eskel: Mmmhmmm. Just uh… just don’t let Jaskier come in here.
Jaskier: *of couse he appears* *because that is how this works* Why not?
Ciri: *she hoped for this* *she did not plan it* *but if this goes well she will take credit*
Geralt: Because I am under a truth spell and there are things that I think that I do not wish to say to you.
Jaskier: …..
Ciri: …..
Eskel: …..
Geralt: I think I might be blushing.
Jaskier: Yes you are, dear.
Geralt: When you say 'dear', my head gets really fuzzy.
Eskel: OK THAT’S ENOUGH JASKIER COME LET'S GO FOR A WALK.
Jaskier: *dying a little* *oh my, really??* *Geralt just said that?!* *slightly stunned* Good idea, I might need some air….
Geralt: The mortification is back.
Mission Report, later:
Ciri: I'm glad to report that Jaskier did indeed walk in on my homework, but sadly so did Eskel.
Yen: Darn it. I hope there was some success anyway?
Ciri: Limited, yes. Geralt confessed that he didn’t want to confess and Jaskier has been hyperventilating since.
Yen: Oooh, that’s what he’s been doing. I wonder if we should have him tell the truth next time?
Ciri: I have something else in mind *evil child smirk*
Ciri and the Idiot Syndrome
On Ao3
#idiot syndrome#truth spells#imagine all the things geralt could have said#because i think that is what jaskier is hyperventilating about#eskel saw the danger#ruined the fun so to speak#but eskel is right now patting jaskier on the back and telling him to take deep breaths#so yeah maybe it was for the best#ciri has more evil in stock tho#geralt x jaskier#geraskier#dapanda writes#ciri science#geralt of rivia#cirilla of cintra#jaskier the bard#witcher eskel#yennefer of vengerberg#mission report#kaer morhen#practicing magic#goofy geralt
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Can you give me some smutty headcanon with dirty talking Steve, pleeaaaseee? You're doing it so damn well.
For you sweet lovely anon? Anything! Okay I’ve never done a headcanon before but I’ve read a few so I hope this works out to your satisfaction!
Steve says the nastiest shit when it’s just the two of you
I know there the whole ‘language’ thing in AOU but lemme tell you he serve in WWII. That boy cruses like the best of them.
Like I said if it's in the bedroom shit gets nasty and quick.
“You taste so sweet doll”
“Love the way this pussy smells”
“Who knew pretty dames like you could take such a big cock?”
If you wear a skirt around him BEWARE. He’s going to lift it up and dip his hand your panties the moment no one is around.
“Gotta get this pretty kitty ready for me.”
Steve gets possessive sometimes when you’re getting down dirty. Maybe you laughed at Bucky’s joke a little too hard for his liking. Reminded him of younger days, girls always picking Bucky over him.
He’ll hold you down on the bed, his cock slipping between your soaked swollen heat but never entering. Just saying things like “Did you get this wet for Bucky?” “No man turns you on like I do.” “Say it” “Say only I turn you on this way.” And he’ll just keep teasing you until you say it.
If you give in too easily though he’ll get suspicious so you gotta sell it. Steve insecure sometimes, treat that male ego well.
OOf dont let him catch you flirting with another dude, or a woman. He’ll tie you to the bed and edge you for hours until you’re a sobbing mess. “Gotta remind you who you belong to sweetheart.” “I know you need it but just a little bit longer.” “You’ll never flirt with that guy/girl again will you honey?” “And why?” “That’s right cause youre mine”
DO NOT mention having children unless you’re ready for that level of intensity that is breeder Steve. You bend over a little too far, he’s pushing his cock in “We gotta try as often as a possible doll.” Would be his justification. “I wanna see your belly swell with our child.”
“Gonna fill this tight little pussy up with my cum.” And when he’s done you know he’s got a plug to put in you to makes sure none gets out. Cause you made the mistake of offering to have his baby so he’s gonna put that baby in you by ANY MEANS necessary.
He’s always taking your temperature and once it hits that right level where he knows you’re prime ovulating he’s pushing himself into you.
It doesn’t matter where in the compound. Honestly, Bucky wants to move out until you two finally conceive. He’s sick of overhearing and seeing Steve fill you up.
Once you are pregnant, well it's really not gonna calm down until a doctor says he’s gotta ease off you. Even then he’ll just finger you slowly whispering how much he loves the way your body looks and that he just wants to see you happy.
However if its out in public he keeps it PG-13. I mean if someone overheard Captain America say “Daddy’s gonna flood this pussy when he gets home.” there’s gonna be some PR issues.
So instead he makes sure to touch you along with his PG-13 dirty talk.
He’ll crowd you in a corner, grabbing your ass and say “Baby girl I can feel how hot you are for me.”
Or keep your back to him and pull you against his crotch, slowly rubbing you until you can feel his cock getting hard. “Just act normal baby,” “No one will know you’re being dirty for me,” “I know you like it when I use you”
Ooookkaay wow. I need to um... cool it. I had a lot of fun doing this though! Thank you anon and I am so glad you enjoy my dirty talk for Steve. Half the times it just shit I want to hear him say to me. haha
#steve x reader smut#steve rogers x you#steve rogers smut#steve x reader#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x female#Steve dirty talk headcanon#headcanon
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Trick-or-Treating (Original)
A/N: Guys! It’s my first attempt at an horror trope! I can’t honestly tell if it’s any good or not, so you all will have to tell me... Because of this, I kept it as a short story. It’s a quick read to try and spook you a bit for the season ^.^
Summary: You take your nephew out on Halloween night for trick or treating. But the night takes a horrifying turn just as you were about to go back home.
Warnings: this is a HORROR fic and this will include children getting hurt/injured (although no death) as well as some mentions of blood. I don’t get too descriptive, so I wouldn’t call it gore, but you are warned. If you don’t feel comfortable, feel free to skip this one!
Word Count: 1368
“Auntie, auntie, can I go to the next doorway on my own? Can I?” the adorable ten-year-old boy asks with bright round eyes, a big smile across his thin lips bellow his button nose.
Sighing but unable to keep a mimicking smile from your own lips, you ruffle the boy’s ashy blond hair, now out of his spider-man mask he only put on when it was time to knock on people’s doors.
“You know your mom asked me to keep you nearby. Some kids went missing last year and she’s being extra careful, quite rightfully so” you explain to the disappointed boy.
“Not fair” he pouts, head hanging low.
“Don’t be like that, Dan. Think of all the candy you’ll get today! Your parents never took you this far out of your neighborhood before for trick-or-treating, did they?” You try and cheer up the child, but he continues pointing.
“I guess…” As your nephew looks ahead with small interest in his light eyes, his whole expression suddenly lifts up as he recognizes someone. “Charlie! That’s my friend, auntie!”
The boy tugs at your hand and practically jumps in place as he points towards a duo of kids coming on the opposite direction down the street with two adults following closely behind. Coincidentally, the boy he recognized was also dressed as spider-man, while the other was dressed as a police-officer.
“Oh? You wanna go and say hi?”
“Please, please, please! Can I go trick-or-treating with them? Pleeaaaseee?” Dan begs in his best puppy eyes, to which you seem to never be able to say no.
“Gosh darnit… Fine, we’ll go and see if the people supervising them allow you to join in. But no promises, and don’t sulk if they say no, deal?” You warn, knowing how he got when he didn’t get what he wanted.
“Yay!” It’s like he never heard your warnings and automatically thinks he gets to play with his friends for the rest of the night.
Rolling your eyes at his reaction, you hold his hand and cross the street to meet the group of friends he had pointed to. You introduce yourself and your nephew to the two adults present, an older woman who was the mother of one of the kids and a younger guy who was an older brother. They saw absolutely no harm in letting your nephew join in on the fun and so the night continued with the group going house to house around the block.
As the night started to settle and fewer kids hang around the sidewalks with their parents, you warned Dan that is was almost time to go back home, to which he showed a lot of aversion, clinging to the friend dressed equally to him.
“How about this?” The woman suggests to the group of friends. “There are only three houses left and then we all have to go home. Us, grownups, will watch by the sidewalk and we’ll let you boys go to the front door on your own and ask for candy yourselves on these ones. What do you say?”
She wasn’t even finished talking and the children were already running ahead towards the next house, with excited squeals and chuckles. You shake your head and smile at how little could make them happy.
The first two houses go by well enough, one kid complaining about getting the worst candy out of the three but nothing more. By the third house, you watch with the rest of the adults as they ring the doorbell and no one seems to answer. They ring again, but nothing.
“C’mon boys, no one is home” you call out for them.
“But aunt Y/N, it’s called trick-or-treating! Now is when we trick, right?” your nephew asks from the front door.
“I have toilet paper” the kid dressed as a police officer says, taking out a roll from his bag.
“I have party streamers!” the other claims, taking it out of the bag too.
You and the other two supervisors exchange looks, wondering if you should let them do this. The older brother shrugs his shoulders and shouts out his response to the boys.
“You have two minutes! Then, we are going home. And careful not to break anything!”
Not needing any more convincing, the kids start running around the front yard with excited screams and jumping as they throw the toilet paper and streamers around the grass. You bite your lip, unsure if this was really the best idea and the older woman seemed to share your concerns.
“Do you even know who lives here? What if they don’t find this funny and get mad?”
“I’ll come by tomorrow early and talk to the owners. I’ll even offer to clean it all up, it shouldn’t be a problem” he assures you both, lifting a weight from your heart.
“That’s good. I know my sister doesn’t want any problem with anyone in the neighborhood, especially after last year.”
“Oh, those poor children!” the woman recalls the disappearance.
“Yeah, they were from my sister’s school district, went to the same school as her son and she’s been very protective ever since” you explain.
“Of course, we can’t be too car-”
It starts then. The most chilling and gut wrenching screams you have ever heard in your life.
You recognize your nephew’s horrifying screams and as your head snaps to the house, you realize the kids were no longer on the front yard. Your memory blurs for the next few minutes, but you recall jumping the small fence, even with your plump body not making it easy but the adrenaline helped, alongside the child’s older brother, screaming Dan’s name in a panic. The older woman, too fragile to jump like you, has to go around the gate and soon you are all going around the house to the backyard, where the trail of toilet paper and party streamers led.
The scene you come across still to this day makes you sick. Your nephew is standing there, screaming bloody murder, with the kid dressed as a police-officer laying on the floor, face down with a nasty cut on the back of his head, covering his head with blood. In front of them is Charlie, Dan’s friend, with a knife by his feet and the spider-man mask bloodied on his hand.
It all happens so quickly, you truly have a hard time remembering as you tell your side of the events to the cops. Somehow, in the midst of your perplexing shock, you manage to run and grab your screaming nephew away from the murderous kid at the same time the older brother kneels by the injured kid and tries to stop the bleeding. The woman, the mother of the other boy, cries her eyes out as she reaches for her son, who was completely numb until he found himself in the arms of his mother and then begins to sob and shake.
The police and an ambulance show up before you know it, and you are still absent-mindedly holding Dan in a crushing hug when the police officer asks you for a testimony. Your nephew’s story corroborates what the police already suspected and the boy who got hurt is taken away in an ambulance still alive.
You take your sister’s son back to her home still in somewhat of a shock state. She gets incredibly mad at you for letting him out of your sight and it takes months before you two make up and you are allowed to see your nephew again. By the time that happens he has returned to his normal self, that happy bright kid you were used to see, like nothing ever happened.
No one questions the injured kid, who thankfully survived, any further after he says that spider-man attacked him. No one really questions how Dan even befriended Charlie, since their parents knew nothing of any friendship between them. No one wonders why Dan chose to dress up as spider-man for Halloween, when he never showed any interest in hero movies before.
And no one ever notices how the spider-man mask Dan took out that Halloween nigh was not the same that he brought back home.
#halloween special#13 stories for halloween#horror#horror story#horror one-shot#reader pov#chubby reader#mentions of injury#injury of children#mentions of blood
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“Tumblr Cultings” another Shitpost fic.
Hisoka is a ~~Tumblr Influencer~~ and decides to start drama. 1334 Words.
fanfiction.net link
Click. Clack. Click. Hisokas nails tapped quickly against his phone screen. "Tonight it's going down. I have had e-nough of a certain person here, and all of you deserve to know who and why! ~ ♠️ " Post. He didn't have to wait long before the familiar pings and blops of instant messages and questions asked to his blog started.
Anonymous: Who is it?? (≧▽≦) So excited to see you tear someone a new one!! IM from cutiepanther: where do u even get your info from lol?. IM from chaineddown: I Thought You Were Done Creating Drama For Attention.
Hisoka snickers to himself, lazily grabbing another whiteclaw from the fridge, before retreating to his bedroom desk. He takes a first sip of his drink while opening his laptop, and quickly going on tumblr.com once it has finished setting up. @Bubblegumbitch, 20.879 followers. 7.344 posts. 27 new asks, 7 new IMs. With a satisfied sigh, the popular blogger sets down his can, and cracks his knuckles.
YouTube Influencers make a lot of money through ad-revenue. Instagram influencers hold themselves over water with sponsorships. And though Hisoka did hold a platform on both of these as well, he preferred the more traditional customs of the blogging site. You don't get paid for having a lot of followers, or making popular posts, and sponsorships are almost entirely unheard of. But he wasn't in it for the money anyway. The drama was far more alluring. Hisoka had made his starts as a "Tumblr influencer" through creating blog layouts, masterposts of custom themes, and the occasional "funny" post, which was usually just him vagueing about someone that pissed him off that day. His first call-out post he wrote at 7k followers, calling out a far bigger blogger than he is for stealing codes for their theme and for kinning a character from a TV show that has generally been frowned upon on Tumblr for being "atrocious and a bad influence". No one likes to admit it, but everyone loves a little drama, don't they? To see someone else's dirty laundry aired out, the relief that it isn't their own, the community effort of shutting someone out of their reigns for one simple post. A satisfied Huff escapes Hisoka as he dwells in this lovely memory. Time to make a new one.
"CALLOUT POST for @spidershead13 I can't believe I would ever have to do this for someone like him, but Chrollo has definitely pushed it too far~. Definitely don't harrass him, just unfollow and block his sorry ass!~ ♣️ ."
Excitiment starts to bubble under Hisokas skin. In truth, of course, Chrollo did nothing horribly wrong, nothing at least that Hisoka could proof. But everyone likes good drama between popular blogs that follow different themes. If this post could rile him up enough to write a callout post for Hisoka in return- Blop. IM from porcelaincat: Hisoka. Oh no, the fun police. Bubblegumbitch: Yeeeees?~ ♥️ Porcelaincat: Are you not too old to start petty fights online? Bubblegumbitch: OUCH. ♠️ Bubblegumbitch: I stay young at heart, dear.~ Porcelaincat: 1) Gross. 2). Who are you bullying this time? Bubblegumbitch: Chrollo @spiderhead13 :o) Porcelaincat: I am surprised, I honestly did not take you for that stupid. My fault.
Ouch. Illumi never cared if he was hurting feelings. Maybe he should write the call-out post about Hisoka. Though Hisoka doesn't have any viable dirt on him, not yet at least, not until he finds that porn blog that hes SURE Illumi has hidden away somewhere. Whatever, fuck that guy and his voice of reason. Hisoka takes another gulp of his whiteclaw, and goes back to typing.
"It has come to my attention, that multiple people have had the same unpleasant experience with Chrollo, something you cannot let slide so easily~."
(Multiple people meaning one fake blog that he himself created to write himself IM messages "receipts".)
"In the following screenshots, one person tells me about how Chrollo tried to convince them to come visit him in Newyork and joins his 'church'! That's right, the guys a cult leader, trying to lure in more people from here!~ (Blogname in the Screenshots is blacked out for anonymitys sake ofc)."
Was he going too far, trying to convince everyone that Chrollo was a Cult leader probably out to harvest their organs? Or was he not going far enough
"Not sure what everyone was expecting of a goth blog like his, posting all that ~deep~ and ~brooding~ stuff, but pleeaaaseee stay clear of him now, don't let yourselves get pulled into some scary cult bs~ ♦️ .
#callout #calloutpost #internetbloodsports #cult. "
And post. Hisoka spins excitedly in his chair, self satisfied with his own hubris. Immediately more blops and pings storm in. Anonymous: I knew chrollo was a weirdo, mayor bad vibes ಠωಠ Anonymous: thank you for talking about this, honestly scary!!!!! Spiderslegtostandon: What is your damage? Hisoka chuckles. Now only to wait for- IM from spidershead13: Hello. Chrollos timing was as usual, perfect. Bubblegumbitch: Why hello~~~~ ♠️ Spidershead13: I believe we need to talk about whatever that post was. Hisoka glances at the notes, a steady stream of likes and reblogs flowing in. Damage control is gonna be hard for the opposing side.
Bubblegumbitch: Sorry, I believe I'm just warning the people about you~. Didn't take you for such a dangerous guy :o( Spidershead13: Can you give me the @ of the person sending you those messages? Obviously they must have gotten something wrong. I'd never Invite just anyone to come over here, and I'd also never force my beliefs on anyone. Bubblegumbitch: Sorry, no can do. Who says you're not going to doxx em~. ♠️ I don't want to be responsible for putting someone in danger more than they already are~.
The influencer was now just leaning back in his chair, taking in a cool nights-breeze flowing in from the window. Was Chrollo mad? He's sure he'd want to punch him right now. What will he start Hisokas call-out with? Who would people believe more? It was all so exciting.
Spidershead13: Hisoka, this is nothing to joke about. I don't want to loose the trust of my community. I want to clear my name. Bubblegumbitch: if you can proof that I, or my informant has lied, I won't stop you from trying.~ ♣️ Spidershead13: Is this another childish game to you? Bubblegumbitch: A game? I take public safety extremely serious!~ :o(
No reply for 10 minutes. Hisoka bites his bottomlip, basking in the excitement of the unknown next moves of Chrollo. He was unpredictable, and thats what made him fun to toy with. If he was simply out to ruin someone's blogging experience, he could have cherry picked any one popular blog, dig long enough for dirt, and run them off the site in less than 2 hours. But that's predictable, that's normal, where's the fun in that?
Ping. Anonymous: Where's the Call-out?? Did you bitch out? Huh? Anonymous: did you delete the post? Was about to forward it to some friends who r mutuals with chrollo Pardon? Hisoka check his blog, and behold- The post is gone. Wooshed away, as the site itself would annoyingly proclaim. Did the site glitch out and delete it? Is it simply not displaying the post?
Spidershead13: So you did fake those screenshots, I assume. The URL in your IMs leads to an empty blog with the same IP address as you Spidershead13: I did not take you for someone who'd stoop that low. Bubblegumbitch: Hahaha what did you DO?~ ♠️ ♠️ ♠️ ♠️ ♠️ Spidershead13: Had a friend of mine 'check' your blog. He was also nice enough to delete the post for you already.
Hisoka blinks. Once. Then twice. He's been hacked. This was going even better than he had anticipated. Quickly he screenshots the conversation, before hitting "New Textpost". " !!!I'VE BEEN HACKED BY @SPIDERSHEAD13!!!! [Screenshot] #callout #callout post #internbloodsports #hacker"
Post.
Ping. Blop. Blop. Blop. Ping. This was going to be a long, delicious night.
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Meanwhile at the StClaire house...
Everyone was sat down at the dinner table. Ronnie smiled constantly being overly friendly she knew getting what she wanted banked on her being nice.
“So.. its nearly time for school to start again...and I wanted to ask if you guys have thought more about letting me finish my last 2 years at the arts high school in San Myshuno?”
Teddy and Kaia looked at each other, Kaia sat forward and looked at her daughter while Teddy leaned back in his seat letting Kaia speak first. “Ronnie sweetie, its only been a day since you asked, it's not a decision to make overnight... it would mean you having to relocate and that's a big decision to make.”
Ronnie scoffed “But i don’t get what the big deal is.. both Nate and Thalia live there why can’t I? You have the money to send me to the school so why won’t you? This is so unfair.”
Teddy cleared his throat indicating she’d said enough “Veronica,” he warned
Ronnie glared at him why couldn’t he just call her Ronnie like everyone else, but she didn’t react knowing that she needed to be nice if she was going to get this “Sorry daddy, I just really, really want to go there... pleeaaaseee.”
Teddy leaned forward looking at his daughter “I know you do Veronica, and we are thinking about it, there are a lot of things that need to be put in place if this is to happen I know patience isn’t your strong suit but you have to wait. i promise we are thinking about it.”
Ronnie sighed feeling defeated she wanted an answer immediately but her parents didn’t work that way “Fine” she said in response.
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The Viking and The Star Part 8 (Ivar x OFC Hettie)
Pairings: Ivar x OFC Hettie
Warnings: Nightmares, Angst, Choking
Trigger Warnings: Talk of Rape and Torture
Word Count: 1.4k+
Summary: Hettie opens up to Ivar about what happened to her over the past two years as they sail to Wessex.
The fleet of boats set sail later that afternoon and you were not pleased to be going with. Naturally you did not wish to stay back in Kattegat and deal with Lagertha and her shield maidens by yourself. But it was the destination that you were going to is what made you cringe with pain and misery. You never told anyone the full story of what happened to you; where you went when you were sold off. The boats were heading towards Wessex, towards the place that caused you the most pain you ever experienced.
The nights were cold on the open sea, but the Gods favored your passage for the most part. There were a few rough days, but mostly the sea was calm. There was a small make shift tent on the boat you shared with Ivar and you were glad for it. Many furs were placed down in which you used for a bed as you tried to sleep as much of the way as possible; the brothers discussing strategy just outside the tent.
“No” you softly cried out as your head whipped back and forth as a nightmare consumed your sleep. “Please stop” your voice begging as your nightmare was a distant memory of your past, “PLEASE STOP!”
“Hettie” you heard your name being spoken as hands gripped your shoulders. “Hettie wake up!” You felt your body being shaken as you woke with a jolt. Your heart was racing as beads of sweat dripped down your forehead. Ivar’s wide eyes stared at you and you thanked the Gods that he woke you up from your terrors.
Closing your eyes you rested back onto the furs as your calmed your heart rate. “Was it a night terror?” Ivar spoke so softly it was barely above a whisper. You nodded your head, letting him know it was as you let out a deep breath. You just wanted these nightmares, these night terrors to stop. It had been a long while since you had slept through an entire night. “Tell me what happened Hettie, after you were kidnapped.”
A single tear fell from your cheek as you shook your head. “I can not Ivar. I have never spoken of it aloud.”
You felt Ivar’s hand rest upon your cheek, wiping away your tear. His touch was soft, gentle, and so unlike him, but it was what you needed right now. Slowly, you opened your eyes and gazed into his. “Maybe….maybe talking about it will help?” Ivar urged with a shrug. His face was alluring as the moonlight shone through the open of the tent; his sharp jaw relaxed.
Deciding to give it a try, you nodded to him as you sat up in bed; your legs curling underneath you. “It was the night you and I shared our first kiss” you began as your head bowed down, not having the courage to look him in the eyes. “I ran from you because I was angry that you wanted to go around kissing other girls. It was dark, and I ended up getting lost deep in the forest. I….I heard footsteps and then a man’s voice” you paused to take in a shaky breathe as Ivar rested his hand on yours. “He pinned me to a tree as another man came into view. I think…I think his name was Bard. The first man put his hands on me and that was when I screamed.”
You looked up to see Ivar nodding at your words. “We all heard the scream Hettie. But we did not know where or who it came from.” You cast your gaze down again but Ivar quickly lifted his finger under your chin making you look into his eyes. “Keep going.”
“They took me back to their home….and…and they both raped me. I do not know how long I spent there, I lost touch with reality. After some time, they brought me to a trading market where I was sold to be a thrall to someone in Wessex.” You paused again and took another deep breath, knowing this next part would really anger Ivar. “When I got to Wessex, I realized I was going to be a thrall at King Ecbert’s castle.” Ivar flinched as you said this. “King Ecbert did not do anything to me. I barely even saw him much of the time. It was….it was the Bishop….Bishop Heahmund who was cruel to me. It was he who broke my foot after trying to escape during one of his maddening days. He would either rape me, or take out his frustrations on me. His favorite form of punishment was to use a whip on my back.”
Inhaling a shaky breath, you let the tears start to fall from your eyes like a waterfall as you relived the horrible moments. Your body shook as you wrapped your hands around your arms trying to warm up from the inevitable emptiness you now felt.
Ivar did not move for a long while. Instead, he sat there staring at the wall, staring at nothing as his jaw clenched and unclenched; his lips forming a thin line as you felt the anger radiating off him. His hands over yours started to grip tighter with each passing second before you finally spoke up. “Ivar, you are hurting me” you cried out quietly. His eyes turned to you before looking down at his grasp on your hands. He let go of your hands as he brushed his hair back; his eyes rushing back and forth in thought.
“I wish to see them” Ivar broke the silence as his eyes came in contact with yours.
Furrowing your brows at his question, you tilted your head in confusion. “You wish to see what Ivar?” you asked curiously.
His gaze moved down to your shoulder as he reached out to place his hands on your sides, twisting you around halfway. “I want to see your back Hettie. I want to see what he did to you.” Your heart jumped in your chest; your hearing going fuzzy as you tried to wrap your mind around why Ivar wanted to see your back. It was filled with scars; red raised lashes from a leather whip that a maddened man did to you.
“No Ivar” you begged out, “please do not make me do this.” Your fear was starting to catch up with you. Fear that Ivar would deem you unworthy after he saw what your back looked like. It was not the smooth milky skin as the rest of your body. It was rough and raggedy and you hated the way it looked; hated the way it felt.
In an instant his hand gripped the back of your neck tightly and pushed your head down onto the bed. You gasped at the sudden onslaught as his other hand came to your back and tore down your underdress. “Pleeaaaseee” you cried out as sobs started to wrack your body. Clenching your eyes shut, you felt tears crawl down your cheek as your face was pressed against the furs; your back bare for Ivar to see as you felt his hand trace along your ragged scars. “Ivar….pl-please stop” you begged again as his hands continued to roam over your scars.
His grasp on the back of your neck tightened as you felt his breath at your ear. “Why are you acting this was my star? Why are you acting so terrified right now? Am I scaring you? Hmmm?” he breathed into your ear causing you to shudder at the feeling.
“I….I am hideous Ivar. How could anyone want to be with me after….after what he did to me? I am disfigured. I will be alone forever because of this!” you cried out as your body shook involuntarily.
Ivar’s grip relaxed on your neck as he turned you over to face him. His eyes searched as his brows were furrowed. “Hettie” he breathed out as his hand caressed your face gently. His fingers traced your lips as you parted your mouth. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes upon.” His eyes soon turned from serious to sinister as his hand clutched your throat yet again. His grasp was not tight enough for you not to breath, but it was still a struggle to get some air to your lungs. Your eyes widened as he leaned down to press his lips to yours. Pulling away he leaned to your ear and whispered, “do not EVER say such vulgar things about yourself my star. Do you understand me?”
You quickly nodded your head to him, letting him know you did in fact understand. He pulled his hand away before giving you a quick smirk. Ivar got down onto the ground and crawled away, leaving you sitting there all alone, trying to figure out the infuriating man that was Ivar Ragnarsson.
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Pleeaaaseee stop calling him kine. I care for him u know. Also for ur knowledge. At the show he will be my ghoul.
Ull need smth better than some fledgling like nero. Do you not have more friends are love? Should I be your date?
[Private] @ventrue-in-control YOU UNINVITED NERO?!
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