#I have zero energy and Its starting to worry me

[kaminocasey]

Yesterday, I was exhausted. Today, I am exhausted. Tomorrow, I will be exhausted.

[drvscarlett]

About You Pt 19

Sebastian Vettel x Webber!Reader

Summary: Everyone knows about the history of Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber. But there's a well kept story within the paddock about Sebastian Vettel and another Webber. This is that story.

A/N: and i think its a good time to reread the series because we have some parts that is a hint to the previous chapters. its all connected! i hope you all enjoy!!!

About You Series

2015, Albert Park

Today marks the first race that he would do for Scuderia Ferrari, the dream team of most drivers. From the entrance, there were plenty of Tifosis with their banner and red ensemble waiting for him. Sebastian was used to having fans back in his Red Bull and Toro Rosso days but the energy of Ferrari fans is on a whole another level. People of all ages with different speaking languages calls out his name with something in hand for him to sign with.

“Bring the championship back to Ferrari”

“We are with you Sebastian!”

“Grazie Sebastian, have a good season!”

The words of encouragement being passed by people is something that brings a smile on his face. It was uplifting to hear that people still believed in him despite losing the championship last year. He feels extremely motivated to go to the car.

When he entered the garage, Kimi, his teammate was sitting there with his usual poker expression. Upon seeing Sebastian, he cracked one of his rare smiles and welcomed Sebastian to the team. The rest of the garage seems to be excited in welcoming Sebastian as well. They buzzed about how excited they all are about the build of the car and the opportunities that this season may grant. It was a good omen for Sebastian.

The practice session won’t start for a few minutes, so he opted to lounge in his driver’s room. The minute that Sebastian opened the room, his eyes zeroed in on the fruit basket of oranges placed on his desk.

An irony that a single fruit can bring back so many memories and could make all happy thoughts disappear from Sebastian. It suddenly reminded him that there was one person that he won’t be seeing around this year.

With a sigh, he picked up the card attached to the basket.

Congratulations Sebastian Vettel for being in Scuderia Ferrari. Have a great season ahead.

He smiles thoughtfully with the message. Flipping the card he tried to find who have sent it but it seems unsigned.

‘Can this be from her?’ he couldn’t help but think about it. He believed that he never mentioned it in any of his interviews that this was pre-race ritual goodluck for him. His thoughts couldn’t help but drift to her.

It has been months since he has seen her. There were also no news about her like she disappeared out of thin air, like she never even existed. He just wanted to know how is she doing. Is she doing better now? Can she walk now?

The heavy weight of his feelings had him sitting in silence.

“Seb..”Kimi knocked and entered the room “Free practice is starting in a few and they wanted me to call you”

The Finn was often referred as someone who doesn't care but he was secretly good at picking up emotions, “Are you okay?”

Sebastian looks up and tries to shrug it off“I’m good, don’t worry…Just the oranges”

“You allergic?”

“No”Sebastian’s voice falters “Just wondering who might have sent it”

“Probably a fan of yours”Kimi suggested.

“Yeah a fan”

2015, Sepang

Mark Webber’s book Aussie Grit, a chapter excerpt

Honestly, I never gave it much thinking that my sister sacrificed a lot of her time to be with me. She was merely 16 when she decided to accompany me to my racing and be my personal assistant. Instead of going out during the weekends, she spends it with me in strategy rooms or moping about a winless weekend. Now that I see it, I never saw her have time for herself. Everything that she does is because of me.

I wish I could tell you that I have been a good brother. There are several instances where I have been the cause of her heartache. If only I brought down my ego a notch then I wouldn’t miss several years with my baby sister. It was a great thing that she even gave me a chance. We were rekindling and everything. Then, last year was an eyeopener when she got into that accident. We were lucky to have her alive but it paralyzed her legs completely and it’s taking a while for her to recover. I respect my sister’s wishes to step back from anything motorsports related or from the media’s eyes. As her older brother, I do what I have to do to make sure she is getting the privacy that she needs.

She may or may not be reading this book but I hope you know Y/N how loved you are. We will always be waiting here for you. You take your time and your big brother will take care of everything.

2016, Lausitzring

The crowd was roaring as a Schumacher was once more placed on top of the podium. Glee was evident in Mick’s face as he made his way down from the podium. His eyes scanned the crowd and he couldn’t help but widen when he saw Sebastian’s face. He didn’t know that he would be joining to watch the race today.

“SEB!” Mick immediately made a beeline towards the F1 driver “What are you doing here?”

“Watching you race of course” Sebastian grins.

It was something that Sebastian has tried to do as much as he could. He can sense that Mick needed guidance and Michael would have done that if he was awake. So, whenever Sebastian could, he would drop by and watch Mick race. When he couldn’t, he rewatches them and messages him to commend him or recommend some improvements in his techniques.

“Very very proud of you Mick”he added the praise.

Sebastian hugged Mick proudly. Cameras immediately went off to capture the moment. Both of them have been used to the fanfares of the paddock and they could already see the articles that will be posted comparing young Seb and young Mick.

“Excuse me Seb but we have to get Mick for media duties” someone from the PR team interrupted the moment

“You can wait at the driver’s room”Mick instructed

“Look at you so bossy”Sebastian joked

“Viv, don’t let him go anywhere”Mick insisted “Seb, I still have to talk to you and update you about a lot”

Sebastian nodded and headed his way to the driver’s room. He greeted some of the staffs that were lounging there and proceeded to make himself feel at home in Mick’s driver’s room.

He couldn’t help but chuckle as soon as he enters. The driver’s room was pristine and clean. Sebastian was not the most organized driver on the grid when he was Mick’s age. Seeing how every paper has been neatly filed, clothes folded, and pillows arranged—Mick was far better from him than a mile.

There were two tables but his eyes lingered at the table where the drawer was slightly opened. He catches the glint of a photo frame. Curiosity got the best of him, and he opened the drawer a bit more to see the frame. It was a photo of the Schumacher family with him and Y/N.  The bright smile on each faces and the way Sebastian held Y/N with Mick in the middle. It was a reminder of the good old days.

“I hope you are okay”Sebastian’s hands hovered at the picture.

She never leaves his mind. He stopped talking about her but she is always in his mind. Sometimes when he takes photos of Mick, he wonders if she is watching his progress. What would she say? Sebastian could bet that if things were a little different then Y/N must have been there in every race that Mick participates in. She would have been there with Sebastian proudly cheering for Mick.

“Hey”Mick was right on time to interrupt him “Media is sometimes even more tiresome than the race”

“You think that’s bad, wait till Formula 1” Sebastian snickers.

He slipped the picture back to the drawer and shut it close to avoid anyone else from snooping. If this was hidden away then Mick might have wanted it private and away from prying eyes. Sebastian respects that. However, Mick didn’t miss it.

“You saw the picture, didn’t you?” Mick asked

“Yeah” a sad smile graced Sebastian’s face “It’s been a while since I saw her and its just a bit nostalgic”

Mick has tried to avoid talking about Y/N as per her wishes and of course because he was unsure about Sebastian’s thoughts. He didn’t have the full picture of what went down but he was not dumb to not know that the ending caused them a lot of pain.

As a witness to their pining, Mick can tell that Sebastian never stopped loving Y/N.

“You miss her” Mick softly says.

Miss was a simple word to use. Sebastian longs to be with her. He has all the connection, power, and money to find her but he always stops himself. She needed time and he is willing to give that to her. However, he really longs for her.

“I do kid, I really do miss her” Sebastian sighs.

“Even after all these years?” Mick wondered

The older driver could only nod. Mick gave Sebastian a comforting hug. Mick wished that he could say the things that he know but he made a promise and his Papa raised him to honor his words. The hug is the only thing he can do right now.

2016, Yas Marina Circuit

The party was on full swing. The drinks are flowing, and Jenson could not hear the endless cheers of congratulations for his retirement. As a former party boy, he used to enjoy these kinds of events but now that he is getting older he seems to be taking a step back. He found himself making his way out of the balcony to get some open air.

“Ditching your own party? That’s so unlike you Jenson”

It seems as if Jenson was not the only one who needed some fresh air as Sebastian was also out there with a beer. The Ferrari driver has a drink in hand as he leans by the balcony.

“I think I entered my party days too early so now I’ll be retiring” Jenson admits.

“Congrats to your retirement man”Sebastian hugs him "Retiring seems to be a trend"

The implication was subtle. For the past few years, people have been retiring. Starting from Mark to Y/N and now its Jenson. He has also heard Nico joking around earlier that maybe he could retire as well now that he has a world championship. Sebastian couldn't help but ask if this is a sign from the heavens that maybe he should as well

"You should try to, there is an appeal to it." Jenson voiced out his thoughts.

Taking a sip from his beer, Sebastian shakes his head in response. He can't retire yet. He still has a passion for racing, its the only thing he has ever known so it would be hard to quit it.

"I think I can still keep up with the young ones"Sebastian replied thoughtfully.

"Wanting to race or do you want Y/N to find you easily if she decides to come back?"

Bold statements from Jenson seems to take the conversation to a different turn. A sober him would have himself controlled with the information that he shares especially with Y/N. But his defenses are down and he knew Sebastian wanted to know how she is.

“She is doing okay, she is better now and healthier. But I don’t think she will return, she is happy with her life now. No media, no stress, just a simple life”

A wave of relief washed over Sebastian's face. It was a sense of comfort for him to know that she is okay. The distance is difficult but he is glad that she is alright and getting better.

"I'm glad to hear that." Sebastian stated "But I’m not asking for her to comeback. I want her to have her time to recover as she said"

Jenson's face contorted to what seems to be an irritation or maybe this was the alcohol making his emotions go haywire.

"Why are you like that?" he asked.

"Like what?"

"How can you keep waiting and holding on even though it has been years. You should have forgotten her, you should have chosen another one. Why do you stay?"

"Because I love her." Sebastian answer was immediate "I know it is naïve and simple but there is no other way to put it. I love Y/N. I think she tried to push me away before but its always her no matter what. I know I made mistakes and I hurt her and I tried to make it up. Everyday I am trying to do better because I wanted to be a better person that Y/N comes back to"

The air that Sebastian ended his speech with was crackling with tension. Jenson, who seems to be drunk a while ago, suddenly sobered up with the confession. He looks skeptically at Sebastian and he could see how much he means everything he just said.

"You really love her right seb?"

"I do."

"Okay then wait for her." a resignation in Jenson's part "You take care of her okay? She is one of the best person in the world and she deserves the best. I hope you don’t get tired waiting for her."

Jenson has always been careful to keep his feelings away. He knew that this was a losing battle to admit his emotions but maybe people were right to say that alcohol manages to bring out the deepest darkest truth that we have.

In this haze, Sebastian finally dawns a realization. Something that he should have realized years ago. It was so obvious now that Jenson is all drunk and open to read.

“You love her”

“Loved.” Jenson begrudgingly admits “I know at one point I tried shooting my shot because I wanna piss Mark off. But when I got to know her damn man, I was a puddle. I knew it was useless to tell her how I feel when a) I am a playboy that cannot be taken seriously b) you look at her like she hangs the whole universe in front of your eyes and c) because she loves you so so so damn much”

Plenty of times that Jenson wished that he played his cards right. He wished that maybe he could have sabotaged the relationship and show Y/N that he is a better option. However, he doesn't have the heart to do that knowing that it would end up with Y/N being hurt. He also knew that her happiness is with Sebastian and all he ever wanted was to make her happy.

“So you take care of her better now that you know that I’ll always be watching your back. You fail another time and I’m stealing her away” Jenson laughs jokingly

Sebastian nodded in agreement.

2017, Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya

"One, two, three, smile!"

Anyone passing by would have thought that its just another tourist family with the mother taking a photo of her daughter and husband. But they couldn't be more wrong.

Four time world champion Sebastian Vettel was hiding under the glasses and the cap. He looks like any other regular dad with his fanny pack and the simple get-up. Margarette was now 3 years old with a crooked smile that makes her a spitting image of her father.

"Papa, where we gonna go today" the little girl couldn't contain her excitement.

"You are so energetic huh" Sebastian picks her up with ease and placed her to sit comfortably on his shoulder "We are off to see this beautiful place"

"What is it?"

"It's a secret but its near" Sebastian assured.

It was one of those trips that Sebastian have planned to spend time time with Margarette. The Spanish Grand Prix was just right around the corner so Sebastian is maximizing his time to spend with his little girl. Hanna couldn't help but feel a sense of joy seeing the two together. Maybe the two of them didn't work out as a couple but she was glad that Sebastian never abandoned Margarette.

"Papa are we going to that big palace?"Margarette asked "Mama look we are going to that palace"

Margarette was pointing to the tall construction of the Sagrada Familia. It made Hanna let out a small wow because she have heard stories about this place before but this was really a breathtaking sight.

"It's not a palace darling, its a wonderful church made as a biggest apology for the city's sin"Hanna explained.

"But Hanna"Sebastian interjected "I think this is the grandest showcase of love because they keep on working on it for years and years for the city's forgiveness and-"

Sebastian stops halfway. The memory of the place from years ago seems to dawn him and why the whole conversation was flowing out as if it was recited for memory.

"You alright Papa?" Margarette wondered.

Sebastian was quick to shrug everything away, "Let's go inside"

The inside was even more beautiful than its facade. Margarette didn't know where to look and she seems to be awestruck anywhere she gaze upon. Sebastian chuckles to himself plagued once more by the memory of a certain someone that he once toured with in this place.

Once again, Sebastian was at the pews muttering a prayer. Even now he doesn't believe but he prays to any mighty Being out there to take care of Y/N. If its possible, make her walk again and help her heal from everything that she has been through. Sebastian was sure there were some stray tears that runs down his cheeks as he prayed.

A tug at his side reminded him that Margarette was there sitting next to him.

"What do you pray for?" she wondered.

"I'm praying for a friend"

"Is that why you cry?"she pressed on more "Is friend sick? Is friend sad?"

Sebastian honestly don't know what to answer with the following questions. How could he say so when he didn't have any form of communications with her.

"I don't know baby if she is okay but I pray she is okay" Sebastian sighs.

Her tiny hands reached for Sebastian as if a way to comfort him. Sebastian held Margarette's hands tightly. Hanna watched the two of them from a pew behind not wanting to interrupt the moment of the two.

"You know they say we can get three wishes when we visit a new church" Sebastian diverts the topic "You should go make your wishes"

"Like a birthday wish? It will come true?"

Sebastian nods and he immediately noticed how she brightened up. She was at that age that she has so many to wish for and she wanted to wish every best thing in the world. However, after a moment she seems to smile.

"I'll wish for your friend to be okay" Margarette declared "And I hope you see friend soon"

"That's very thoughtful of you baby"Sebastian couldn't help but hug his little girl.

Silently, Hanna prayed as well for that wish to come true. She hopes that maybe Y/N could come back for Sebastian. She has been a witness to how much Sebastian waits for her to return and its clear to her now how much he means to her.

2017, Suzuka Circuit

Sebastian Vettel asked about when is he going to settle down.

After being stuck in a panel in the Japanese Grand Prix media day with a group of drivers who have wives and girlfriends, Sebastian Vettel sticks out like a sore thumb in the bunch. He was pressed as to when would he introduce a girlfriend or if he has any plans on settling down. The Ferrari driver joked that the media is just like his mother asking him the same question.

“The thing is, I am happy as I am at the moment. I am not cynical about the idea of love, its just that lets say that love has already found me early. Maybe I am a sappy or romantic but I intend to wait for that love to return to me because it’s the love that I have promised to wait for. Nothing compares to her.” The person behind Sebastian’s definition of love has remained a mystery to the media. It has already been years but Sebastian has not been spotted to bring any partners to the paddock.

When asked about his rumored daughter, Sebastian has admitted that he has a daughter. He refused to deny his daughter but he wanted a quiet and simple life for her.  “She is someone I treasure greatly. I intend to keep her away from the media as much as possible, she is one of the best thing that life has given me without asking.” He also mentioned that she is co-parenting with the mom of his daughter as they are great friends and nothing more.

2018, Albert Park

“Exciting season yeah Kimi?” Sebastian was his usual enthusiastic self.

The Finnish driver just shrugged a small yeah as they pass through security. Sebastian was already used with Kimi’s responses and he decided that it balanced out their duo. If Sebastian is the hyperactive one then Kimi is the laidback quiet one.

“Did you hear Jules' godkid is coming to the grid this season?" Kimi wondered.

Sebastian remembered how Jules has been mentoring a young kid before. He has mentioned his name multiple times but Sebastian have forgotten it already.

“Charles?”Kimi offered.

“Charles? The one we saw in 2015?”Sebastian asked

“Yeah that one. He got a seat at Alfa Romeo”Kimi nodded in agreement.

It was crazy how quick time passed by. It was just yesterday that he was racing with Jules and now he will be racing with his godkid. Sebastian could feel his age catching up on him with the new rookies joining the grid.

“We better go check on him and welcome him” Sebastian suggested.

“You go ahead, I’ll catch up later”

Sebastian headed to the Alfa Romeo garage which is quite a walk from the Ferrari garage. He stopped by to greet some of the media and the people at the paddock. But he has his eyes set on to welcome the newest rookie to the Formula 1 community.

"I'm looking for Charles Leclerc" Sebastian announced upon reaching their sister team's garage.

The mechanics were quite busy with the preparation for the car so all hands were on deck. It was a good thing that Fred Vasseur immediately caught Sebastian's presence

"I think he is the driver's room with his family" Fred smiled

"Can I interrupt them?"

"Go ahead, I'm sure Charles would love to see you her" he encouraged.

Sebastian made his way towards the room and he could hear the overlapping voices of Charles' family. It brings him back to the first time that he joined Formula 1 and his whole family has also been supportive just like this.

"Charles, be careful. I don't want you hurting yourself in your first race"

"So I can do it in my second?"

"You are a little menace, how do we put up with you?"

The bantering between them seems to keep Sebastian from disturbing them. He knew that he shouldn't be eavesdropping on them and he started to think that maybe he should just greet Charles later during the drivers' parade.

"But Charles listen to Pascale, you come back safe to us"

The chills that went down his spine when he heard that voice was like no other. He knows that person very well but he can't help but think that he may be wrong because its been so long. His heart started to beat loudly, his clammy hands shaking to twist the door knob of the door open. He was out of his wits to even overhear that Charles was getting out of his driver's room.

"Yeah, I'm-" the shock was visible in Charles face and he immediately steps out of his driver's room "Sebastian, I didn't know you were there"

Sebastian wanted to mentally facepalm himself to be caught in such an embarrassing situation.

"I just wanted to welcome you to the grid, kid" Sebastian manages to say

Charles shifts from his spot, "Thanks I guess"

It was obvious that Charles seems uncomfortable with Sebastian around. A normal feeling that a rookie driver would feel in his first season. Sebastian wanted to ease his mind a little.

"Jitters?"

"You could say that" Charles agrees "Maybe I just need a little bit of time with the family before I go out and race"

"You do that. I'll see you later"

"Thanks Sebastian"

As Sebastian retreats, Charles could let out a sigh in relief before entering his driver's room again.

Pascale was there with eyes wide as if asking his son if that's who she think it was outside the door. Lorenzo and Arthur were by the door seemingly anxious with the interaction.

"He's gone now and I think I managed to hold him off" Charles assures everyone "But I still think its really a bad decision for you to be here"

"And miss your first race in Formula 1? Jules would kill me"

Sitting at the corner of the room, Y/N Webber was there. Her face seems to have matured over the years but she still carries the same tricks just like how she is fiddling with her necklace.

All eyes of the Leclerc family was on her because this was the closest call that she have encountered with Sebastian after all these years.

"I have been careful Charlie. I have been to several of Mick's races undetected with him at the attendance. I have been in some Formula 1 races undetected "Y/N soothes "Calm down, okay?"

Charles couldn't help but feel a little bit guilty. He didn't want his debut to be the reason for Y/N's pocket of peace to be disturbed. He certainly didn't know that Sebastian was coming to greet him.

"I travelled a long way to watch you race so you better focus, okay?"Y/N encourages.

"Thank you for being here Y/N" Charles softens to a smile.

"But Y/N, aren't you planning to ever meet Sebastian again?" Lorenzo couldn't help but wonder.

The girl in question could just smile.

Honestly speaking, there wasn't an answer in her head at the moment. Hearing his voice just a door away was taking all of her self control to not run outside and hug him. She is scared if he would still welcome her back or would he still love her as much as she loves him even after all these years?

Fiddling with her necklace, the pendant that he has given still sits on the chain together with the ring he once gave her.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

hi it's the good omens mascot here's some shit about me that might be relevant

I appear to have accidentally caused chaos so I figured you might as well know about me since I'm responsible for it. And also so that you know who you broke, thanks ineffable fandom.

I have been called the prophet by some of you all. This is not entirely untrue, but I would like to add as I did in one post, that Apollo also gave me the curses of art, (very emotional) music, (sometimes good mostly dreadful) poetry, (same parentheses apply, except that the dreadful is on purpose) writing and (used to be good now dreadful) medical knowledge, and so yes, you did accidently adopt a messenger of an ancient Greek god.

Yes, this entire entry into your cult happened from start to now happened in 48 hours.

This will seem less bizarre when I give you context about me and fandoms. I changed career paths (after three years of intense study that cost me my sanity) from science to the arts because I was inspired by drarry fanfiction of them leaving their ministry jobs and following their dreams. Yes I tossed three years and my loss of sanity away in one week of decisions. I'm now a designer. Thanks Draco.

I read so much drarry fanfiction that my mum had to take me to the hospital for injured wrists. I wore wrist and elbow supports and was in constant pain for a few months. I was only later introduced to autoscroll. Yes, I am a fool. Yes, I am unaware of how to human.

I'm broke and cheap enough that I feel guilty buying bottled water, but for Christmas I spent the equivalent of around 150 bottles of water getting a Bakewell tart custom made (they don't sell them where I live). Why? Because in one single fanfiction, it is Draco's favourite food. I would never spend that kind of money on a dessert for any real human being.

That is to say, you all are not ready for when I REALLY fall for Crowley. I don't saunter vaguely downwards for people. I bypass earth and crash into hell, leaving a smoking pit in its infernal ground.

I swear I'm not as dumb as I seem, I just have ZERO general knowledge, and am terrible with faces. I can tell you what the graffiti on the walls of Pompeii from before 70 AD said but I don't know who my previous president was, and personally I think that's very classy of me.

Some of you seem concerned about my sleep schedule. Worry not, I sleep in four installments, night, morning nap, afternoon nap, evening nap. I sleep more than you all, that I can promise. I sleep more than my doggy sister.

About the streams and the timezones, I have no idea how to make it so people can watch, because I frequently mix up east and west and last morning I mixed up the Pacific and Atlantic ocean. I don't know at what point the Eastern hemisphere becomes the Western or how any of it works. I also thought Wakanda was a real place.

But hey fun fact, in 2020 diclofenac sales were dropping in Iceland. I know this because I wanted to make sure to use the correct painkiller in one sentence of a story I was writing. It was completely irrelevant. But hey any of you writers here probably feel my pain. I don't write fanfiction, but I am an author and I write original stories. And honestly what is more useful, Icelandic diclofenac sales from three years ago or timezones?

A career test once told me to be a standup comedian.

Yes that's me Asmi, just your regular dumbass lad who is slightly unhinged, serving himbo twink energy, hello hi nice to meet you all. PS: the poll results are out and Doctor Who won, so tremble, DW fandom.

[yandere-romanticaa]

With a sigh, Welt tore away another piece of paper from his sketchbook, unsatisfied with his latest creation. The pencil in his hand trembled as he gripped the piece of wood so tightly it could almost be shattered to bits if he wasn't careful. Turning his head towards the clock he checked to see the time - it was close to midnight, most of the crew was either fast asleep or they shut themselves in their rooms, making sure to do whatever they needed to do quietly and not disturb anyone on board at such a late hour. He sat up, the wooden chair scraping against the floor as he put the sketchbook back on the table along with the pencil he nearly demolished by accident. With the reach of his hand he went straight for the handle and opened the door, the soft clicking of his shoes being met with the pavement on the other side.

The only source of light in the dark corridor was the infinite sea of stars which were on his left side, said stars taunting him to take a peek throughout the window and bask in their beauty.

Opening the door for the parlor car Welt saw Pom-Pom in the room, the tiny critter having its back turned away from the man. Welt made sure to mutter a "good evening" as he made his way towards the leather seats but Pom-Pom jumped at the sudden greeting, its ears rising high in the air as it accidentally let out a tiny yelp of surprise. Covering its mouth in embarrassment, Pom-Pom huffed and stomped its feet on the ground.

"Welt! Do not sneak up on me like that!"

Welt had a flat look on his face as he stared down at Pom-Pom, a glimmer of sorry just barely visible in his eyes.

"I am sorry, Pom-Pom. I'll be more careful next time." said Welt as he fixed his glasses. He sat down on the plush seat, making himself comfortable while doing nothing in particular. Welt's mind seemed to be elsewhere but Pom-Pom could tell that something was off about the man tonight. His jaw was tense, lips pressed too tight and he was looking too far up ahead, clearly lost in some other dimension. At first Pom-Pom decided to give him some space but as it let the silence settle, the more Pom-Pom got disturbed. Welt was a quiet person by nature but the energy he was radiating off tonight was beyond off-putting. Checking the clock, Pom-Pom saw that almost an hour had passed since Welt stepped foot into the main parlor car and the man was not doing anything.

He was not drawing, tinkering with something, reading, hell Pom-Pom would be happy if Welt would suddenly start break dancing out of the blue, just something to break the tension. Crossing its arms, Pom-Pom walked towards Welt and asked him with zero hesitation:

"Welt, what is wrong with you?"

This question brought Welt back down to the ground as his soft brown eyes widened ever so slightly. Just what was he doing? He... He wasn't sure either. He could not sleep, not with-

"You're thinking about (y/n), aren't you?"

Welt felt himself choke on the air he inhaled as he heard Pom-Pom mutter a little I knew it! under its breath. Gasping for air, Welt pressed Pom-Pom for more questions as to just how it knew what was on his mind.

"You aren't as subtle as you think you are mister." teased Pom-Pom, a tiny grin on its face. Welt felt his cheeks heat up at the provocation but decided not to take the bait. Pom-Pom placed its tiny paw on Welt's knee, the warmth spreading fast as Welt looked down and saw Pom-Pom's concerned gaze.

"Keeping such feelings isn't good for your body or soul. You should do something about that."

Pom-Pom was right. Welt really should do something about his feelings.

But what?

Just what in the devil was he supposed to do? At the mere sight of (y/n) his heart would speed up at an alarming rate, so much so that he almost passed out on several occasions. He can still feel the soft touch of (y/n)'s hand against his cheeks, worry etched onto their face as they checked to see if Welt was okay. The man would always, without fail, grit his teeth and power through it with a smile, reassuring (y/n) that he was indeed fine and that he might have taken a sip of Himeko's coffee by accident. Yes, that was what made him feel ill, not the boiling hot jealousy that was slowly taking over his entire being as he watched the way in which everyone in the express got close to you.

Welt was more than a little ashamed of these resentful feelings. After all, everyone on the express had pure intentions, he had nothing to worry about. And yet, whenever he would see March scoot next to you and start taking pictures he would always make sure to stand in the frame which would in turn, annoy March beyond belief. He made sure to always check those photos, his gaze glued onto your smiling or bamboozled face, only then would the prickly thorns around his beating heart settle.

The same could not be said whenever he saw you alone with Dang Heng or Himeko. Just what were you doing with Dang Heng, all alone locked in the archives? There was no way you were just going through the files, the nights could get long and boring after all... and whenever he would see you the next morning, a smile plastered on your face his mind could not help but wander.

Himeko did little to soothe his worries as well as the woman would have her arms around you constantly, be it your thighs, hair, waist, literally anything she could possibly grab.

...why couldn't he be so casual? He was tired of always being swept by the sidelines. At the end of the day, Welt was nothing more than a man.

But that night, he decided to take Pom-Pom's advice to heart, but, perhaps not quite yet. The thorns around his heart would cease the second he saw you once more.

He really could just stare at you forever and die a happy man. He just wished no one could enjoy your radiance too.

[bless-my-demons]

Redamancy: Chapter Four

Jasper Hale x Reader

Series summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: Almost-car accident? Talk of getting smushed by a car.

Notes: Finally, a little something-something! I’m trying to post on the weekends to have some sort of schedule, but I have zero impulse control… so here it is a day early!

Word Count: 2146

Series Masterlist

• January 25th, 2005 • Forks High School •

Jasper

Not only am I lucky enough to spend lunch with Y/n, but some godly force must be watching out for me in that today’s history assignment allowed me to team up with her and learn more about her.

Her energy is absolutely fascinating and it almost worries me that I’m internally compelled to want to spend even more time in her presence. Two days and I’m already a goner, Emmett is going to have a field day interrogating me tonight.

Which leads me to now, after completing our history assignment with only a few minutes to spare, I’m escorting her to her car in an effort to prolong this addiction to her attention.

“Where are you from?” I ask, curious to know anything about her.

“Texas. Well, Dallas more specifically.” She’s still watching the ground as we walk, nervousness pouring from her.

“Why Forks? You couldn’t of picked a more completely opposite environment.” I miss my home state, and if it weren’t for my adversion to the sun - I would return.

“My parents divorced.” She continues before I could apologize for the intrusive question, “Happily divorced and I protested the whole ‘stay together until she graduates’ bullshit.” Fingers gesturing around the air quotations.

She trails off after that, circling back to our history assignment that no doubt has her still worked up. The Civil War, I cringe internally at today's topic since it’s a sore one for myself - having lived through it and fought in it.

“All I’m saying is, maybe history class should be more focused on the lessons learned, than just the events themselves.” She states rather passionately while inserting the key into the lock on the driver’s door of her car.

“To recognize and avoid in the future.” I respond, leaning my back against the rear of the small vehicle as I scan the wet parking lot packed with kids.

“Exactly!” She pops her head up, an excited smile in place as she garners my gaze again.

But just over her shoulder my eyes flick up to catch the sight of a blue van headed our direction a little too quickly for such a busy spot. A car horn blaring has her turning in its direction and the gasp I hear across the parking lot from Alice sends me into action. I grab Y/n by the waist and spin her against her car, so that my back might take the brunt of the hit, but it never comes as the rear of the van just barely slides past us. I relax the grip I have on her and tear my eyes from hers as I spin my head in the direction of the vehicle, ready to yell at the driver for being so reckless. The words die in my throat as I see where it’s headed - straight for Isabella Swan.

“Bella!” Y/n screams, but it’s lost in the screech of tires and the headphones in her ears that are keeping the outside world out.

Just as I’m about to damn us all to save another girl from this idiot driver, Edward flashes past to stop the van from crushing the Sheriff’s daughter.

“Fuck.” I whisper, glancing back to where my other adopted siblings are standing next to their own vehicles - faces unreadable, but emotions blaring alarm.

“I’m sorry, I have to go. Please be safe getting home?” I ask her urgently as I peel my fingers from where they want to stay gripping her, safe and close to me.

“But Jas-“ she starts, a little shell shocked at my quick action of saving her and the close call with her friend.

A whistle from Emmett interrupts her before she can interrogate me, so I flash her an apologetic smile before jogging at a normal human pace to the familiar silver Jeep. My hands flex in my lap the entire tense ride home, warm and tingly from when I gripped Y/n to protect her fragile little human body.

If we weren’t vampires already, this family meeting about to take place would definitely give Carlisle a full head of gray hair.

• January 26th, 2005 • Forks High School •

Reader

“Hey, mind catching me up on what that was yesterday?” I immediately bombard Jasper as I sit across from him at what I’ve mentally deemed ‘our table’ at lunch.

He glances up from his sketchbook with a look that says he wasn’t prepared for my blunt line of questioning.

“The saving you from certain death part, or?” He leaves open ended for me to clarify.

“The part where Bella was alone next to her truck, but your brother teleported to her side AND somehow the van skidded to a stop right before turning them both into pancakes?” I’m not pulling my punches with my queries, after having spent last night stewing over what I had seen.

“He wasn’t that far from her when I moved you out of the way, I must’ve distracted you enough that you didn’t see him walking to her after he got out of class. Plus, the van wasn’t going that fast, maybe when it hit the back of her truck the tires got traction and he could brake properly.” He answers, turning his gaze back to his sketch and resuming his work.

I don’t really buy it, but I mull over my recount of yesterday afternoon as I pull my lunch from my bag. Was I so focused on Jasper the moment he put his hands on me? Was I so soda-strawed in on Bella being in the way of the van that I missed Edward?

No, something isn’t adding up. I know that van was hauling ass in the parking lot, I was going to yell as much at the idiot driving before I saw it headed for Bella. But I can also tell I won’t be getting the answers I want from Jasper. I can tell from the rigidity of his spine that he’s worried I’ll ask more questions. I mean, his recount of the accident isn’t out-landish, but I know what I saw!

I need to talk to Bella.

“Yeah I guess that makes sense.” I acquiesce. I see him deflate a little with relief as I pick at my peanut butter and jelly sandwich. “Thank you for saving me, by the way.” I add nervously, a little heat working it’s way onto my cheeks.

Jasper glances up to my face and with a small smile, “Anytime Y/l/n, anytime.”

• January 27th, 2005 • Forks High School •

Reader

“Bella!” I yell down the hallway, catching her as she slams her locker shut. I jog over to her as she turns towards the exit, everyone that has Mr. Banner for Biology is going on a field trip today.

“Hey Y/n, what’s up?” She questions, seeing the look on my face.

“Tuesday, parking lot, what the hell happened?” I jump right into it.

“Tyler must’ve lost traction-“

“That’s not what I’m talking about and you know it. Edward was nowhere near you.” Cutting off her redirection. “Jasper won’t budge, he insists I was distracted and didn’t see his brother before the accident.”

Bella glances around the hallway and decides to pull me into the empty female bathroom for some privacy.

“Edward is avoiding me, I was asking him the same questions when I was at the hospital and he refused to answer.” She answers nervously.

“It’s weird, right? I mean, one second I’m unlocking the door to my car, and the next Jasper spins me around to protect my body with his. And then I see Edward jump over the tailgate of your truck when I thought Tyler’s van was going to end you.” I’m just rambling the thoughts that have been pinging around the last two days.

I can see her hesitate, “You can talk to me, you know? I kinda don’t have any friends besides you, I mean - if you want to be friends?” I tack on the last part, worried I’d over stepped.

“Yeah no, of course - I um, I could use a friend to vent to.” Bella glances down at her shoes, picking at the sleeves of her sweater as the both of us exit the bathroom. “He’s coming on today’s class trip, I’ll talk to him then and see what I can find out.”

“Perfect, want to sit with me on the bus?” I ask, walking out of the building for the student parking lot where the buses are waiting.

“As if I’d risk getting stuck sitting with Mike Newton, absolutely.” She jokes back. “I’m going to grab my book from my truck, I’ll be there in a sec - save us a seat!” She yells as she jogs to her vehicle across the parking lot.

As I board the first bus I can hear Mr Banner yell at everyone loitering in the parking lot, “Yo yo yo, hey guys c’mon! We gotta go, we gotta go! Green is what? Good, let’s go!”

A few moments later Bella joins me in our claimed seat, book in hand looking a little frazzled. I see Mike pass us with a forlorn expression on his face, “Oh God, what happened?” I ask.

“He asked me to prom and I told him to ask Jessica, please don’t make me talk about it.” She answers with what I assume is a shiver of discomfort.

I want to laugh, but I just grin instead. “Your not-so-secret admirer fumble is safe with me, Bells.” I knock my shoulder into hers to tease her a little as I crack open my own book I brought for the bus ride.

• Community College Greenhouse •

Reader

Walking alone in line through the greenhouse, my hands drift over the different sprouting vegetables. Behind me I can hear Mr. Banner giving a spiel on “compost tea” and how its derived from table scraps and other organic waste. Every now and then my fingers float over the soft petals of flowers placed sporadically through the hundreds of food-producing plants; earlier it was explained that they encourage pollinators to visit.

Even though I’m a smidge lonely since Bella is hanging back with Edward, I’m glad to be surrounded by greenery instead of stuck in a stuffy classroom.

Just as Tyler Crowley pushes past with a clear mug of what looks like poop/dirt water, I spot Alice just ahead standing to the side of the isle with Jasper to allow students to flow by. When I get within arms reach, Alice loops her elbow through mine, almost like she could sense my loneliness.

“So,” she drags out the word cheerfully, “Enjoying the plants? Fresh air? Freedom from school?”

“Oh absolutely,” I glance over my shoulder at Jasper following behind us silently. “I’m surprised you’re not off in a corner doodling flowers, Hale.” I catch him duck his head and chuckle under his breath as Alice watches our interaction, surprised.

“And isolate myself away from your commentary? Never, Y/l/n.”

“Oh, Emmett’s opinions on your drawings are too much, but mine aren’t?” I smile as I turn to look at new plants as we pass them in our slow walk through the final greenhouse.

“My brother isn’t nearly as interesting.” His response catches me off guard and if it weren’t for Alice’s grip on my arm I would’ve stumbled on the wet concrete.

“As I live and breathe, Jasper Hale flirting-“ but Alice doesn’t finish her sentence due to Jasper snaking out a pinch to her ribs, her flinch forcing our hold to separate. Before I could chide Alice for teasing her brother for just being nice, Edward storms up to the three of us.

“Ready to leave?” He glances between his siblings, pointedly ignoring me so that I wouldn’t feel the obligation to join them.

“Edward-“ Alice says disapprovingly, but he pushes past us without waiting for an answer. She looks at me apologetically before skipping after him.

“Sorry about my brother, he’s insufferable when he’s in a mood.” Jasper offers as explanation as we watch the two of them exit the greenhouse.

“I get the feeling he’s always in a ‘mood’.” My fingers emphasize the last word with air quotations and it draws another chuckle from the gorgeous boy at my side.

“Touché.” He says with a grin. “I better catch up before they ditch me, see ya around darlin’.” He weaves his way through the crowded isle and out of sight before the heat settles in my cheeks.

I manage to file outside and towards the buses with the rest of my class after I gather my wits. I spot Bella already in our shared bus seat with a sad expression. “Wanna talk about it?” I ask as I sit.

“Not right now.” She answers, turning to look out of the window.

Next

[panpanghost]

I can't believe it but part 3 of this :

_"Hey guys!" Monkey king jumped off his cloud and into the sand where the gang was waiting at the shore,

_"Monkey king! Are you okay?! Where's Macaque?!" MK asked worriedly,

_"Hey hey, easy budy. I'm as gorgeous as ever and Macaque is asleep." Wukong put his hands on MK's shoulders and he could feel MK relaxing after saying that,

_"Oh, that's great. Wait- asleep? Why is he asleep?" MK went back to his worry,

_"He was trying to find new info about the crown as well and stayed up for a couple of nights so I thought I'd just let him sleep."

_"he must be working hard... did he find anything?"

_"Unfortunately no."

_"Fiddle sticks... But don't worry! We found something! But thankfully it's wrong."

_"Why would you say that?"

_"Because if what we found is true, Macaque would've been dead by now." Mr. Tang added,

_"What?" it was almost a whisper, Wukong now understands why MK was so worried, "Ahem. Why? What did you find?" he asked hoping it's nothing serious,

_"Well, the scroll said it's 'the corrupted king's crown'. It's supposed to take over the person wearing it. Once under its control, they start to destroy everything around them until it absorbs all their energy... and soul..."

_"Well no need to worry. Macaque has healed nicely and hasn't used his powers to destroy anything, so maybe it's another crown or the information is badly translated." Wukong said smiling,

_"Really?! Oh that great!" MK felt relieved, so did everyone else, their faces finally lit up.

_"Show me the scroll and I'll look into it, maybe ask a few old friends."

_"of course, here." Mr. Tang gets the scroll out of his bag and gives it to him.

_"Now that that's out of the way, I feel so much more relaxed and super hungry, I'd love to eat some noodles." Mei said giving Pigsy a side eye and everyone else joined,

_"ALRIGHT ALRIGHT!! I GET IT!" Pigzy snaps at her, well... if he's being honest, he's also hungry.

_"Do you and Macaque want to join us?" MK asks the monkey king before they started heading towards the ship to leave.

_"I don't think that's a good idea, kiddo. Staying here is safer for him." Wukong felt his heart squeeze when he saw MK's disappointed face, "Once he's all good, we'll go together and have a feast." he said and winked at MK, and it did make him a bit happier.

Once everyone left, Wukong opened the scroll. Damn it. It is the same crown... Is that why Macaque couldn't use his powers? Is that why he couldn't heal and needed my powers? Is that why he couldn't recover his memories? He did say that he feels pain in his entire body every time he tries to use them...

That's...

GREAT! So as long as Moonpie wears the crown he won't leave. But... the soul sucking part is worrying. He hasn't lost his mind yet so maybe the spell wasn't completed properly when whoever did this put it on him. I need to make sure that part is out of the way-

_"Wukong?" Macaque startled Wukong when he came from behind him,

_"Oh, peach! What are you doing here?"

_"I heard them leave so I came. Did they find anything?"

_"Sorry peach, they only thought they found something but it doesn't fit so we're back to zero."

_"Oh.. That's disappointing."

_"Hey hey, don't be sad, it's just a little set back, you'll be fine, I promise." Wukong hugged Macaque and gave him a little forehead kiss,

_"Yeh, I guess." Macaque said hugging Wukong back, "I just don't know what to do. I'm lost." Why...

_"Well, for starters, how about we take a long hot shower, and then I give you a little massage aaaaand maybe we can watch TV, there's a show I KNOW you're gonna love."

_"*sniff* yeh, that sounds good." Why are you lying?

_"yeh?" Wukong held Macaque's face in his hands, "You have nothing to worry about."

_"I know." Macaque said as Wukong wiped his tears, "I have you."

_"Yeh you do! Now let's go, we'll order some food as well."

_"oh I love that! Can we get some noodles?"

_"I'll get you whatever you want." You just have to stay with me and I'll give you the world.

_"I want a piggyback."

_"pffff, haha! Alright, get up here." he held him on his back and headed back home.

edit: part 4

[anonymous-rendezvous]

He Comforts You - Shu 💜

Shu Yamino x GN!Reader

✦ — Written by Mod I ✨. Beta Read and Edited by Mod S 👿. ⏌

✧ — Comfort & Care Masterlist | 💜 You comfort him

✦ — Contains: Established Relationship, fluff, & comfort

✧ — Word count: 515 | Ao3

Snippets of time showing how you and your partner care for each other.

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From the second you’d woken up, it had become pretty obvious that it was going to be a low-energy day. Thankfully, no plans had been made for today and you could try to rest as much as possible. How this had all led you to stand in your kitchen looking down at the counter, you had no clue. However, trying to remember why the hell you’d come in here… your mind had totally blanked, thoughts clouded with static. Giving up on trying to remember, you decided to make your way back to the bedroom.

However, as you get closer to the bedroom, you can hear your boyfriend talking. Now standing outside of it, you try to recall if he had a stream to do today, but come up blank. Trying to be as quiet as possible, you push the door open and peek inside.

Almost immediately, Shu catches the movement out of the corner of his eye. “Oh hey, babe.” Turning his head towards you, he smiles and gestures for you to enter the room. “Not streaming, if you’re worried about that. We’re just playing for fun.” Amethyst eyes flicker back to the screen and a bashful giggle falls from his lips. “They all say hi.”

You can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips and you give a small wave before realizing they can’t see you. This causes Shu to laugh harder as you immediately hide your face in your hands. As the sorcerer explains what happened, you shuffle closer to him. Once you reach his side, you give his hoodie a light tug. His eyes meet yours and it’s then that he seems to realize what’s happening. With quick movements, he excuses himself for a second before muting his mic and giving you his full attention. “Blue day?” He asks, tone gentle. When you nod, he continues, “What can I do to help?”

“Can I–” you hesitate, worried that this might be too inconvenient for him, your gaze falling to the floor. A hand wrapping around yours breaks your line of thought as he gives your hand a gentle squeeze. “Um, can I sit in your lap while you play? I think your body heat would really help me right now.”

With zero hesitation, Shu moves his mic out of the way before completely turning his chair around so you have enough space to climb into his lap. And you waste no time doing so. Once you are settled, face buried against his shoulder, he shifts back around to face his computer. He pulls his mic just close enough to pick up his voice and unmutes.

As he continued to play more rounds with his friends, whenever he died or they waited for a new round to start, one of his hands always found its way back to drawing soothing circles along your back or stroking over the back of your head.

Eventually, you feel yourself drift off, and in your last conscious moment, you feel his lips press against the crown of your head. Their softness blessing you with sweet dreams.

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Suguru Geto — In Love With a Cult Leader

Masterlist <3

One of the longest ones I have written >_<

MDI- 18+, smut, sadness, degradation, fluff, sad sad sad, I’m sorryyyyy—

You saw the two young girls, bruised and scared, fearing what their fortune was about to become, Mimiko & Nanako the two twin girls. You just so happened to be cleaning the rooms of the building the girls were imprisoned in, scrapping up the change you were given to feed your mother and father, who beat you just as badly. You watched as the young man who stood taller then the men beside him killed each and every person in that village, the anger gleaming in his eyes, you hid behind the door, fearing you were next. You had given the twins food any chance you could, Mimiko sticking her hand out to yours, to hold it. She sensed your fear of what was happening. The tall man, known at Suguru Geto, stood over your shaking body, noticing how the small 5 year old child was holding your hand through the bars of the cell. “Get up.” He scolded, he could kill you in seconds, he sensed zero cursed energy from you, waving away, deciding to put an end to you. “No please.” Nanako cried. “She gave us food, and cleaned our cuts.” Mimiko cried, “Please spare her.” The two girls said in union. Suguru Geto staring down at you, “What could you possibly do to be worthy of life, you monkey.” He growled. “W-well, I can clean, and I can cook, and I-I’m very good with kids, I-I had brother’s and sisters before they got sick and passed.” You shook, trying to look the tall man in the eyes. “Please.” The girls pleaded with the young Jujutsu sorcerer. Geto waving his hand, smiling at the girls, a sense of relief washed over, “Let’s get you girls out of here, it’s dangerous here.” He smiled, helping you stand, and helping the girls stand as well. The young girls held onto your hand, and Suguru grasped onto your hand as he walked. This was the official start of your new life as a servant of a man who became wanted for genocide.

6 months later

Suguru finding a secluded home out in the rural lands, he found a home for the 4 of you to live, while he built his empire as a cult leader. The girls were thriving, learning about their cursed technique and the difference between curse users, jujutsu sorcerers, and monkeys also known as you.

“I don’t like calling Mama a monkey.” Nanako said, “A non curse user.” Geto corrected, wanting to please the child and her worries of her new mother, he knew you were not at fault for not being able to have any cursed technique, but he somehow always took his hate out on you, with the way he spoke about people of your kind.

As you resided in the home with the curse users, you begin to see curses you had never seen before. Having fear when they would taunt you, one particular night, one would tickle your feet at the edge of the bed, and run its tongue up and down your legs, beginning to rape you with its tongue. You cried out quietly, you were gentle, quiet, you knew not to bother the great Suguru Geto. “Why must you silently cry, rather than ask for my hand?” Geto grumbled, sucking the curse up, swallowing it whole. “T-thank you.” You cried quietly, your body shaking from the forced orgasm of a curse. You felt so vulnerable in the way you night robe was open, and you were disheveled. “Come with me.” Geto ordered, you stood up, wobbly legged, following the tall young man. You followed him into his bedroom, he opened the door for you, “You shall sleep in here from now on, so I can protect the weaker one of the home, I would hate for the one who cooks our dinners, to be gobbled up by a mere curse.”He chuckled, it was a taunt at you. But you were thankful he was willing to protect you despite your limitations.

2 year later

The two twin girls now the age of 7 and a half, they were growing tremendously, you and Suguru now being 19 years of age. “Mama” Mimiko mustered out, “Yes my beautiful girl?” You smiled, “Are you and Geto-sama in love? My friend has a mama and a daddy and they love each other.” She giggled. “I-“ You nearly choked. “Girl’s are you ready for your lessons?” Geto smiled, interrupting the conversation that had left you speechless. Suguru had never once even touched you, even though you had slept in his bed every night since 2 years prior. You were his loyal servant, cleaning up the blood of the people he would kill, scrubbing blood from his robes and kimono, with zero complaints. You were as innocent as a butterfly, yet you were given the duty that made you fear the man respectfully.

The day had come to an end, Geto spent the day with the girls, and meeting with other curse users, preaching his belief of a new world with only curse users. You felt your heart twinge, what if it came to a day, where he could not make an exception, and kill you along with the other non cursed users. As you looked at the clock, you knew he was going to be coming back home from his temple anytime soon. Drawing him a bath, with a fresh pair of night clothes, and a towel. You laid them out delicately for him to easily grab and use. “Good evening.” Geto smiled, appearing behind you quietly. You hadn’t noticed how long his hair had grown. “I am tired today, please bathe me.” He quietly said, removing his Kimono which looked like was free of blood today. “Of course, Geto-San.” You quietly muttered. “Suguru. Only you can call me that though. But only when we are alone.” Geto said, dipping his aching body into the bath.

“Ah, I sensed Satoru today, he must have been near. I wonder how he has to be doing?” Suguru questions to himself, letting the hot water sooth his aching muscles. “I am going to rinse your hair.” You said. “Mmhmm.” He hummed. You washed him, feeling your heart pound as you watched his hard cock throb under the water. “Theres no way he would actually make me touch it, would he?” You thought to yourself. “Ignore it, I will take care of it.” Suguru sighed, lightly jerking himself, while you washed his hair. “I-I can help, I-If y-you need.” You shyly said, you didn’t know where that came from, you rinsed the soap from Suguru’s hair, watching his mouth open lightly, his breath getting heavier, as he jerked himself under the water. “You want to?” Geto peered into your eyes, looking so innocent and yet so needy. You made it in your head, that your only means of living was to fulfill the needs of Suguru Geto. You nodded your head, getting on your knees, dipping your arm down in the bath, Geto grabbed your small delicate hands, guiding it to his large member, you wrapped your small hand around it, mimicking the movement he was doing, his breath hitched, “Fuck— yes, just like that.” He groaned, throwing his head back. This was probably the most vulnerable you had seen the long black haired man. You felt his groin twitch, releasing a milky liquid. His muscled relaxing and feeling his chest lightly heave up and down. “Please let me finish up in here alone. Thank you for assisting me.” He waved off, as you glanced at him one more time before walking out, you noticed his cheeks that had turned a bright red. “He’s embarrassed.” You thought to yourself. Finding it cute how the man blushed.

2 year later

Nothing happened between you and Suguru Geto, the most that you would do, is jerk him off and then leave when he was finished. You felt your body begin to grow hot for the man, being 21 now, and seeing the way he was changing, his arms being more defined, and his stature growing bigger, he stood over you like a tree, even the way his voice had grown more calloused, and almost a purr when he would speak to you, but when he spoke to anyone else, it was a kind and gentle sensai. One night as you lied in your bedroom that you did not share with Suguru, your hands wondered around your body, you dipped your fingers into your throbbing heat, this wasn’t the first, nor the second, probably more than the 20th time, you had fantasized about Suguru and how he would touch you. But they were simply only fantasies, there was no way he would ever make love to a monkey like you, at least that would be what you would tell yourself. “Y/n!” Suguru shouted from the halls of the home. You jerked up, your orgasm had already begin to subside, you hid your hands behind your back, as he barged into your room. “Why are you in here?” Geto says in an almost angry hiss. “I just wanted to lay down quietly for a little bit, I apologize Geto-San.” You bow your head. Geto smelled your arousal from across the room, “What were you doing?” He questioned, itching closer to you. “N-nothing, I was only lying down.” You stammer. You had brought your robe down before he came into the room, but your underwear was on the side of the bed. “Is that so?” He pushed an eyebrow up. “I smell your lust from here.” He whispered into your ear, flicking your robe open. “Ah!” You screech out, covering your mouth, not realizing the hand you used was the same one where your juices were dripping from. “Mmm I see you have already accomplished your goal.” He says with a smirk, grabbing your hand, and staring at you. “I- I am sorry Geto-San.” You nervously get out, “Suguru.” He whispers into your ear, then placing your hand closer to his face, flicking his tongue around your digits. “Geto-San!” You say, trying to pull your hand away. “Would you much rather I lick where you got these delicious juices from?” Suguru questions, eyeing you. “I could never ask for that!” You say, embarrassed, the redness in your cheeks were practically on fire. “Let us head to our bedroom.” He lifts you up bridal style. “I must confess my passion for you, I regretfully can no longer care to keep it hidden from you.” He says, latching his lips onto yours, you never knew how much you wanted this, and how much you craved for his attention, his affection, his acceptance, until this very moment.

Suguru placed you on the bed gently, grabbing a hair tie. “Dinner was splendid, but this my dear, this is my dessert.” Suguru groaned, opening your legs wide, spreading them. “Geto-“ You went to say, “Suguru, I do not want to hear you say Geto-San again. Am I clear?” He said with a dominate tone. “Yes, S-Suguru.” You said, biting your lip. “Good girl.” He said into your cunt, causing you to moan out loud. “I-I’m sorry.” You cover your mouth. “Did you just moan at my praise?” He smirked, “I-“ you said, not knowing what to even say. “Do I not praise you enough? I praise you for your food, cleaning, the way you take care of the girls. I must not praise you enough when it comes to you and I.” He says, spreading your folds, and beginning to lap his tongue over your already sensitive clit. “Su-Sugu.” You moan, you had moaned that pet name for years now, naturally coming out as he gave you this new found feeling. “Hmm? You taste exquisite.” Geto groaned into your cunt. “Oh yes.” You moaned, feeling your legs twitch. “S-so so so good.” You mumbled, moaning quietly. “The girls are gone, I want to hear you.” Geto said, licking faster, and inserting one of his thick fingers into you. “Ahh— slow slow.” You moaned, this sensation was new, you didn’t know how to feel, nor what to say. “Do you fantasize of me doing this to you?” Suguru questions, adding a second finger, stretching you slowly. “Yes yes yes.” You moan. “I think of you Suguru.” You whimper out. “I am but a lowly monkey, I am not worthy of your affection.” You moan out, you needed more, you needed him. You had fallen madly in love with the cult leader, then man who would call you monkey, or throw his robes at you to wash, the same man, who watched you scrub blood off the floor the first year of living with him and the girls.

“You will become my bride, you will carry my children, give me a child, give me your life.” Geto groaned, humping into the mattress. “Mmhmm, all yours.” You moaned. Suguru pulled himself on top of you, smashing his lips, passionately kissing you, licking all inside your mouth, sucking on your tongue. “Suck my tongue.” Suguru said, you did as you were told, as you did so, the man moaned into your mouth. You hadn’t even realize his robe was discarded now, and he was bare in front of you. You ran your hands all around his biceps, and abs. “Please Sugu, make love to me. I want to be yours til we depart from this world.” You cried out, tears sliding down your face.

“Y/n?” Geto quietly said, You began to cry, feeling his fingers rub your clit slowly. “Listen to me.” He said, looking into your eyes.

You nodded, feeling the pit of your stomach burn, it wanted to release so badly, but the pace he was going was far to slow, he knew what he was doing, he wanted you to listen to him, before he ruined your innocence.

“I will die one day, I will die trying to fulfill a dream of mine. When I pass, you will live a life making sure our children protect the weak, protect people like you. Please do not let my children follow in my footsteps, I do not want you nor the ones I love to die, live a long life my love.” He said, tears pulling out of his eyes. You had never realized how Suguru felt towards you, all the moments he forced you to do things you hated, you thought it was simply because he hated you, when in reality, it was him trying to push you away. But love had a way of being stronger in the end.

“I’m going to fill you my dear.” Suguru groaned, grabbing onto his length and lining himself up. “Hold onto me.” He said, you did as he said, you felt the tip push in, the stretch burning. “Ah-“ You hiccuped out, you were not prepared for such a night. “Suguru, I love you.” You cried into the crook of his neck, as his length pushed further into you. “My bride, I love you.” He said, pushing the rest of his inches into you, feeling something snap inside. “Give me many children.” He groaned, slowly thrusting so you could grow comfortable with his size. “S-so big.” You moaned and cried. It felt painfully good, you didn’t know how to describe this feeling, but it was a feeling you never wanted to forget.

The night consisted of the two of you going at it like to animals in heat, he filled your cunt with his seed, pushing it back in with his cock. “Let me fill you once more.” He groaned, he was obsessed with this feeling, he couldn’t believe how amazing you felt. “I love you, I love you.” You moaned. Your body was covered in his love marks, all around your neck, to your chest. You knew the girls would ask, but nothing mattered, you were Suguru’s and he was yours.

9 months later

“Mama— when is my brother’s going to be born!” Nanako giggled. “Soon.” Suguru patted her head, smiling down at the excited girls, who watched their adopted mother swollen with two twin boys. “I must admit, I will be putting another child in you when those come into the world, seeing you like this, make me want to ravish you.” Suguru whispered into your ear. Your cheeks burned, feeling the girls staring at you in confusion.

Suguru only dressed you in the finest Kimono’s, you were a queen in his eyes, building you and the girls a bigger home, “Raise my children in this home, for the rest of your days.” He had told you.

Years went on, and you were blessed to birth four of his children. You knew that one day soon, you would become a widowed mother, but you pushed the thought into the back of your head, as you stared at the beautiful children you both had created. “I declared war today.” Suguru said, rubbing your slowly growing belly, with his fifth child. “The girls told me.” You responded delicately. Suguru sometimes couldn’t believe how calm you were about the life you decided to live, the life where you never once tried to flee from.

“We have two four year olds, a three year old, two year old, and now I am having another child. I do not recall a time I was not filled with a child of yours.” You giggled, changing the topic. “We definitely have our hands full, make sure the girls help you dear.” Suguru kisses your belly. Tears well up in your eyes, you felt a burst of anger and sadness. “I wish you could have chosen the kids and I.” You cry. Suguru knew there was nothing he would say to ease the pain, so he rubbed your arm, and kissed you as you cried into his arms.

December 24th, 2017

It had been a decade now since Suguru had saved you and the twins, you watched the twin girls get dressed and complain to their adopted father how they wanted sushi when all of this was over.

“Girls, please be careful. I need my girls to come back safely.” You held onto them, kissing their foreheads. “Yes mama! Mama when we get back, can you make us homemade Mochi?” Mimiko squealed. “Yes my dear.” You smiled. You were 27 now, your husband the same age. “You ready girls?” Suguru smiled, he was in his finest Kimono. He had the gleam in his eyes, passion, he was going to win, he knew it. “When I arrive home, we will live in a new world my wife.” He smiled. You could only smile, tears trickled down your face. “I love you Suguru.” You smile, kissing his cheek. “I love you y/n.” He said quietly, watching your heart break. “Kiss the children goodbye Suguru.” You whispered. “Wait. Can we get a photo of all of us before you guys go, this is a special day after all.” You smiled, trying to push through the unspeakable event that was about to unfold. “Yes, let’s do that.” Suguru smiles. Setting up the camera, you 8 stood proudly close to each other, smiling. Before you knew it, they were gone, and you were at home with your children, staring at the photos that you took. One of them was Suguru turning to look at you smiling, his smile was the biggest in that photo, he looked like he had the whole world in the palm of his hands… it only pained you to see how happy and bright he was, but you knew in time, you would look back and smile at the graciousness and love from the criminal.

“Daddy isn’t coming home.” You cried, rubbing your belly.

He was not coming home.

“Y’n Geto?” The white haired, blue eyed man who was at your door said. “You must be Satoru Gojo. My husband has told me a lot about you.” You smile, opening the door for the Jujutsu Sorcerer. “Good things, I would hope.” He smiled, “Yes of course.” You laughed. Shutting the door. Your four kids went running to the white haired man, “GOOD MORNING!” They four bowed, the two year old near tripping. “Okay kids, come on and lets go to the play room, mama needs to speak with Gojo-Sensei. Can you say it was nice to meet you?” You say, “NICE TO MEET YOU!” They say in their child like manner, while they run off to their play room. “You have your hands full. I sense another on the way.” He says, “You’re like Suguru too, can you sense the cursed energy as well?” You question. Satoru nods.

“Please sit.” You point to the chair. “Please excuse the mess in the living room, my kids love to throw their toys everywhere. My husband is usually here to help me.” You nervously giggle, the lump in your throat forming. You knew your husband was dead, but no one outright told you, but you knew if Satoru Gojo came to your home, Suguru was dead.

“Suguru is gone.” Satoru finally speaks out. “I figured much.” You choke out, the tears trickling down your face. “I spoke with him before his passing.” Satoru began, clearing his throat, he looked just as hurt as you. After all, that was his best friend. “Suguru is a selfish man.” You muttered out, “Leaving me with 5 kids, to carry on his name, carry on his cursed energy, and to help me carry on in life without him. He was so passionate in what he believed, no one could have changed his mind, not even me.” You choked out, feeling your body ache at the sobs coming out of your mouth.

“He is selfish, yet so selfless. In his last moments, he asked me a favor.” Satoru bowed his head. “He asked me to take you and the children in, train the children to protect and learn the ways of Jujutsu. It’s funny isn’t it, the man who hated the life of a sorcerer, wants his children to follow in those foot steps?” Satoru chuckled. “That is Suguru.” You smiled, wiping your tears. “I’m not leaving my home, I want to stay here.” You said, “I respect that, once the kids reach 15 we will discuss further on their participation in coming into Jujutsu High.” Satoru smiled. You nodded your head. “Please is there anything I can do to ease your burden, I will take care of you. I’m sure Suguru handled your financial assets before his departure, but what can I do?” Satoru grabbed your hand, squeezing lightly. “Thank you.” You smiled. “I cannot manage the outside work, and sometimes I find it difficult to cook while watching the children. I would appreciate assistance.” You smiled. “I can do that.” He said with a nod.

Time passed, you had given birth to your fifth child, your first little girl. Suguru desperately craved for a little girl, and of course he was not here to see it.

“Gojo-Sensei was sealed…” Yuta Okkotsu tells you, “how?” You croak out. “Please sit.” Yuta says, trying to calm you down.

After the death of Suguru, Satoru had taken the burden of helping you, and introducing you to Yuta, who was essentially his right hand. You were not always very fond of Satoru due to his childish behavior, but your children loved it. It became charming. As you sit down, Yuta kneels in front of you, “A curse by the name Kenjaku has taken over Suguru Geto’s body. Gojo-Sensei did not properly dispose of the body, he became to soft in the end.” Yuta sighs. “M-My husband is—“ you cover your mouth. “He is not alive, but his body is, his body is being used by Kenjaku.” Yuta says again. You fall apart, all the memories washing over you, as Yuta shows you the footage of Shibuya and the man known as Kenjaku, who had taken over your husband body. “B-but my husband, there’s no way he’s alive?” You cry out. Yuta opened his mouth, then closed it. There was nothing he could say, except no. And he knew you didn’t want to hear that. “I have something else to tell you, which will be a lot.” Yuta looks at you, “Mimiko and Nanako were killed by the king of curses— Ryomen Sukuna. Unfortunately the only thing I was able to recover was their bracelets.” He said, handing you the bracelets that were speckled in their blood. “NO!” You cried out, your heart had shattered to a million pieces, your husband, your daughters, gone. They weren’t coming back. Now Satoru, the strongest of them all was sealed, you felt your heart ache, and your eyes flutter shut as everything turned black. You had fallen asleep, fainted at the shock of everything.

You woke up to the kids all eating dinner at the table, Yuta sensed your awakening. He ran over to you, saying— “I fed your newborn, luckily there was bottles in the fridge.” He smiled gently. He did not know how to talk to you, he only knew that you were broken, your life was destroyed, yet you had your 5 kids to care for, while you grieved your husband and two girls. You picked up the photo that was framed, the last photo you all took. The one where Suguru stared at you and smiled. “Yuta, please care for my kids. Take them away from here.” You weakly smiled. Yuta knew exactly what you meant, and he couldn’t stop you either. It was the end of the night, one of the drivers pull up to the house, and your kids are packed and ready to go. You kissed all your kids, and said you would see them soon. Yuta bowed down at you, “You are the strongest, tell your husband we will care for the children from here.” Yuta smiled, walking out the door, with the newborn in his arms.

This was your end, or maybe your beginning, you didn’t know, you just knew you missed your husband and girls, and nothing could ease your heart much longer. Picking up the cursed tool, you grabbed the photo, holding it in your hand, tearing pooling in your eyes, as you stuck the cursed tool into your heart. You felt your eyes close, then a moment later there you were— the field of grass which Suguru and you would lay out, it was just behind the house, Suguru was wearing a white Kimono, and you were in your silk one you had ended your life in. your husbands hair swaying in the wind, smiling. “I told you to not come so soon, you were supposed to stay with the kids.” he said with a head tilt. “I suppose Okkotsu took care of it. I’m glad the kid took them and not Satoru, Satoru is a fool after all.” He chuckles. You see your two daughters waving at you. “Mama! We missed you.” They smile, pulling you into a hug. You stood there as the girls smiled and hugged you. “We’re all back together again.” Nanako smiled. Your husband walked up to you, “My wife has had it hard hasn’t she?” He questions, grabbing your hand. “I am pleased to share my life again with you, I just wish it wasn’t so soon, but I suppose now we can spend our lives together in peace. Maybe we will even be worthy of being reincarnated and brought back together.” He smiles, pulling you into a hug.

“Sugu— where you go, I go. I never want to live a life that you’re not in it. Take me wherever you go.” You smiled and cried into the arms of the ghost, the angel, the man who was redeemed as innocent and forgiven for his crimes. The lords and Gods forgave the blood that he shed, and now you will spend the rest of your life, human and spirit, as Suguru Geto’s wife.

[yourgirlthingy]

Decided that Fezco deserved some love because I couldn't think of anyone else to write about and his character is just *chefs kiss*

Imagine: Fez and you are in his car high out of your minds talking about the future. The night sky is beautiful and you enjoy the fresh air... And things start to get a little bit heated -Wink-Wonk-

Warnings: Drug Abuse, Strong Language, Sexual themes, Angst kind of but not really, Vaping and Fez being an amazing boyfriend.

Word count: 816

The car was hot, a big contrast to the cold air of the night. The familiar smell of weed filling your noses. You must admit that the feeling of being high was nice, stripping you of any of your worries. It was quite late and Ash had finally agreed to go to sleep. Sometimes he is like a grown man trapped in a kids body, other times he actually acts his age. Like tonight when he put up a fight about going to bed early.

In all honestly the pair of you would usually let him stay up but the day had been stressful and you wanted time to yourselves. The edge being taken off by the drug really helping with the headache you had accumulated during the day. Your boyfriend lay next to you, eyes closed basking in his calm state.  

Leaning over, you press a kiss to his cheek causing him to open his eyes. Both of your eyes catching each others for a moment. Still bliss in this state of Euphoria. Taking another swig from the large bottle of alcohol and collapsing next to the gorgeous man. You turn on your side a sudden urge to be close to him washing over you.

Breaking the silence Fezco lets out a sigh "What do you think will happen in the future." You were slightly taken aback by the question. And although he didn't seem like it, he constantly wondered about what the future would hold. For a while you pondered about the question unsure of how to respond. Many thoughts went through your head.

Did you want to have kids? Would you still be living in this hell hole of a town? What would happen to Ash?

"I don't know," you responded honestly. He nodded somewhat agreeing with you. But there was something behind his glazed out eyes. "What do you want to happen?" Just that question set something off in him. You could tell he had an idea and you were sure it was going to be good. He let out a quick cough and began,

"I wanna get out of this town and start a family," a lazy smile was on his lips as he said this. He was thinking about what it would be like, it was obvious. "Me, you and Ash without all of the drugs and looking after my grandmother." The confession didn't shock you but just intrigued you more into his thinking. "I wanna get to a point where I can have a kid and not be worried for its life," He says with emotion clear in his voice at the end.

You just listen to him expectantly casually replying with a "Mhm," or "Yeah." He was quite optimistic but knew not to get his hopes up because anything could happen. Although you shouldn't, you couldn't help but think about how hot he looked in that moment. Eyes droopy while he talked about his future with you.

A sudden burst of energy ran over you as you leaned over and kissed him. Instinctively, he pulled you onto his lap - straddling him. This quick kiss turned into a heated make-out sesh between the two of you. The drugs coursing through your system making you feel like you're floating. Things went from zero to a hundred extremely fast. Both of you trying to get closer to each other. Like you had been starved of each others touch for far too long.

Discarding your jacket, you started to grind down onto him a muffled moan escaping your lips. You felt your body heat up more if that was even possible. Knowing that things were starting to get exciting, he flipped you onto your back on the back seat.

A surprised squeal left your lips as he began grinding down on to you adding back to the friction. "Don't start something you cant finish, mamas," he whispers in your ear. The windows steaming up from the heat in the metal box.

Tonight was definitely going to be one you remembered...

A/n: I'm going to admit, writing this made a little hot ya know. Anywho I wanna know who you want One Shots or headcanons of so my asks are always open!!!.

[chemicallywrit]

Happy Audio Drama Sunday! What a week! Let's talk about audio drama!

⏰ Nine To Midnight has its own feed now, which I appreciate, as a listener to many of the involved pods, because I didn't get like six iterations of the show in my feed. I did have to go seek it out though, but I'm so glad I did. These stories!!! These STORIES. The second episode in particular stuck out, just banger after banger. Also, what's up David Ault! Always fun to watch David Ault flex.

😈 Dungeons and Daddies this week was on the short side, but woof. I. Love. The Stamplers. I love them. I love you Ron Stampler and Terry Jr. Stampler and Scary Terri Marlowe Stampler. They are ridiculous and excellent. Honestly though, their wonderful energy was just the prelude to the truly heartbreaking Close clan. These boys are so deep in denial they ought to be worried about the bends. Yikes. I'm really looking forward to watching them try to save hell and make up for lost time.

⚡️ Electromancy! Of COURSE it's all happening at the dance. What kind of school story would this be if everything wasn't going to go down at the dance? Like with all fantasy about young people, I love the mixture of extremely high stakes (colonialism and revolution) and extremely low stakes (but what am I going to WEAR). I can't wait for part two. @electromancypodcast

👟 Keep It Steady!!! New episode of Keep It Steady! Our teenage burnout is faced with the mortifying ordeal of having real friends who love him, which is a wild thing for a teen to have to accept when he has zero self esteem. And then on top of everything, he gets concussed! My boy! @keepitsteadypod

⚖️ The Adventure Zone Imbalance has appeared on the feed, which is a relief to me, a person who hates listening to things on youtube. And Davenport is there! My main man! If y'all need to know anything about me, it's that I love Davenport. I missed these guys so much.

🚀 Travelling Light is a new show from @monstrousproductions, and I am THRILLED. I love a travelogue, I love a character with ties to religion, I love a warm scifi show, I love a recipe. I know from their tumblr that the writer and narrator of this show is Quaker, which is a tradition I'm not very familiar with, so I'm interested to see how that perspective influences this story. It's just so NICE.

👻 I started listening to Magenta Presents this week, in an effort to listen to everything Lindsay Sharman has ever done, and this is spooky. Beth Eyre is always a treat to listen to, and Lucy Roslyn, whose work I am not familiar with, is also a fantastic actor. They have great chemistry. I love a true ghost story, and I love a protagonist who feels like she's slowly losing her mind. @longcatmedia

🪓 I've finally arrived at the bit of Woe.Begone where other actors are showing up, and surprise! It's David Ault again! He's everywhere! I haven't interacted with fans of this show, so I had no idea, and apparently fans hate his character. To be fair, I did too, but now David's here doing the voice, and it's so much WORSE. Well done, David.

🍕 I finished s1 of Gastronaut and started s2, and I find myself enamored with this guy, coming from a place of relative privilege, tearing his preconceptions apart with a fork and a knife. The writing is lush, the story is fascinating, and it really hits the spot for me of "moody thoughtful nonfiction." I love it so much. I can't believe there are only two seasons. How dare they. (I trust them though.)

🧛🏻‍♀️ Re: Dracula is done, and we have announced Carmilla! My role in Carmilla will be less than it was for Drac, but I'm still very excited to get in on making this story. It's going to be amazing.

🧟‍♂️ The Dead's second episode has appeared, and I am continually impressed with the people I work with. What a death scene from Marquis Moore! What good acting from Brandon Nguyen! They are a joy to direct.

As for me, I'm about to start getting Inn Between ready to post! Are you hype? I'm hype. If you like what I do and want to give me a hand, please check out my ko-fi!

See you next week!

[devildevotee]

how do you banish a demon/agressive spirit? everyone says to learn but never gives any recourses or flat out steps.

reposting this disclaimer in case you didn't see it:

nonnie, one thing: my method for exorcism is satanic in nature. i don't practice the christian OR general-heavily-popular-kinda-wiccan-flavoured method to banishing. in my experience neither one of these have worked for me bc demons are very powerful spirits, and they only manage to offend, disrespect, and piss off the demon in question and encourages it to show its power. i just wanted to post this as a warning that my method may not work for you, and if it isn't, then i suggest doing your own research (getting books on protection magic is a good start) and see what resonates with you and makes you feel powerful.

that being said, here's some precautions on banishing demons. i'm not approaching aggressive spirits, because i feel they're not comparable on a general level.

be polite and respectful, always. if you can, request it to leave first and foremost to avoid having to force it out. a common occurrence i've seen in the witchblr community is to get really, really aggressive with banishing and i'm just here to say that when it's concerning a demon, that's not gonna work for you. the reality of the situation is you are not more powerful than the demon. you're a human, and that demon is a grizzly bear. you cannot intimidate the metaphorical bear into leaving if it does not want to leave. pretending to be more powerful than the demon is just going to either make it angry, or make an example of its power. you must respect that a demon is just simply stronger than you and in most cases, will not be afraid of you in any situation.

once the demon is banished, you do not contact it again. you don't say its name, you don't write its name, you don't talk about it, it is dead to you. in my experience, demons are pretty attuned to the energy behind mentioning or thinking intentionally about them. it's part of the reason why most people think about a demon only for the demon to initiate contact soon after. that being said, if you struggle with compulsive thoughts, don't worry - intentionally thinking about them, purposefully thinking about them, putting energy into thinking about them is what they're more likely to pay attention to.

now, the banishing itself. do you know how to summon a demon? because you're gonna need to know how to summon a demon.

the reality of the situation is that christian-approaches to exorcism has never worked for me, and that's because i put zero power into believing that calling up an angel's boss is just not going to work. yes, god is powerful. no, a demon has never cared about me calling up the neighbour store's boss when they work at their own store. you want to contact their boss. they are an employee of their own unique store owner and that's who you want in this situation, because it's their store owner that's responsible for their payments, job, and experiences.

what am i saying with this? i genuinely believe satan, lucifer, or a king that governs over a lot of demons will be much more effective in banishing the demon. that's who they pay attention to! that's who they respect the most! it just makes sense to me, and thus, because it makes sense to me, that gives the banishing power.

now, the part that's homework for you: look into satan, lucifer, or a king who resonates with you. bond with them some, talk to them about your issues. i'm not going to order you on the 'correct' method on how to summon them (as it's different for everyone), but if you can't think of any methods/aren't used to these methods, a very general suggestion is lighting an appropriately-coloured candle (satan loves red or black, lucifer loves white or yellow, and kings have yet to turn away a gold candle for me), lighting some appropriate incense, giving them an offering of food or drink, and playing their enn (i've also seen people recently practice latin-based summoning if an enn isn't for you) and praying to them during. again, get personal with it! cry to them if you need, request their help on a personal level. they will hear you out.

and then, the hardest part, is trusting them to take care of it. they are generous spirits and the most difficult obstacle is simply leaving them to complete the banishing. but it's worth it. this has never failed me, provided the demon did not leave when i dropped contact/requested it to leave.

hope this helps! i just got your second ask, so i'll read that and answer right away.

[rae-raewrites]

Idk if its just me but I love the idea of the riddlers having a pet dog that is there best friend and one weakness sorta like Holt and cheddar from Brooklyn 99 but what do you think how would the riddlers be with a pet dog?

Hello yes as a frequent watcher of Brooklyn 99 this is the best ask ever like omg yes

Also don’t worry anon you’re ask didn’t get eaten by the rumble beast!

The riddlers with dogs

Arkham

He’s not sure where the mutt chihuahua mix came from but Einstein just kinda showed up one day

He was originally trying to get rid of the stray, he had work to do!

But then the sweet pup starts waiting for him outside of one of his puzzles clearly waiting for him

Clearly the poor thing understands that Edward is his superior and wishes to be taken under his wing!

He taught him basic tricks to start off with but then Einstein started bringing him bottled water

Edward frequently scratches the pooch’s head while he’s at his computer

They have a working relationship of Mr nigma providing food and Einstein agreeing with his genius plans

“And then the death trap will be promptly followed by another ingenious riddle!” “BARK!” “exactly! See you get it!”

Btas

Such a dog dad

Francine is probably the most spoiled poodle in the entirety of Gotham

He had her back during his game dev days and even then she was taken care of like a princess

She’s absolutely a daddies girl

But don’t think she’s all pretty hair and looks!

She’s a quick learner for sure

Jonathan and jervis are in charge of her when he’s been placed back into Arkham

“Now Francine daddy might get into some trouble but uncle Jervis will be by around 7 to make sure your well fed”

They take wonderful little walks in the park

BTAA

Normally he’s not one to have pets around but lupa is an exception

The corgi is just the right amount of energy for her dad but also keeps him on his toes

They have matching hats,uniformity matters after all!

Lupa has been a accomplice in 20 crimes at least

At least

And yes the name is Roman

He picked it out himself thank you!

She helps with his creative process believe it or not

Tuesday made an account to share photos of lupa,a good part of Gotham follows

“Miss Tuesday why is lupa in a beret?”

“What? She has like 1 million followers?”

Zero year

Man has a whole Shiba Inu that can be just as dramatic as he is

Helios is constantly giving him sass

Eddie called him a bitch once and woke up to half the house destroyed

Edward was not amused and spent a whole hour lecturing him with said dog just not giving crap about it

He has to give the pooch one thing,he’s not dumb

Their relationship boils down to two different species roommates except one is an evil genius and one is a dog trying to get attention from the evil genius

[hiswrlds]

' can you read the melody? ' the parchment in the niwa's hands is aged and nigh-withering, yet the little notes marking out music were still clearly dotted in dark, black ink. above the trail of quarter-and-staccatos rested its handwritten title, the words THE ANGEL'S SONG written in beautiful cursive script.

' it's supposed to be magic, and anyone who listens to the song when it's played will feel happy and at peace with themselves. ' for as much as it might have sounded nothing like an overactive imagination, it was in fact a reality, as well as a truth. strange powers rested in the music, and even he and dark had fallen under its influence once upon a time.

' the thing is, it can be really dangerous too. if you play it in reverse, then it turns into 'the devil's song' and starts to hurt anyone who listens to it --- more than anything. so much that you can't even speak or move. so we're keeping it safe, ' away from what wrong hands they could. ' i wanted to show it to you because... you liked music. and me too, i like it a lot --- that's why, i was wondering if, maybe, even without weird powers, you could still make magic, and knew a song or two that could always make people happy, too. '

@dnangelic

Somehow, the parchment looks even more fragile & old  against the white of gloved hands that carefully holds it .  The hedgehog turns it over, looks at it from arms length & then back close to his face . Thing truly is old, but he could make out the musical pattern with ease, quickly getting a feeling of what the fabled song would have sounded like on a piano or perhaps a violin, but no instruments could be found nearby, leaving only his vocals for the mission . 

“ Magic, right ?  I can buy that . ”  A song that brings people happiness is a surprisingly tame concept compared to what other extraordinary things he's stumble upon throughout his life . ( From gems that grant unfathomable power, to small creatures born of solely love energy ... )  sometimes things get so out of pocket that some people can only wish to restore to scientific reasoning, filtering ancient voices to one's & zero's, breaking down the elements to charmed stones, trying to control what they cannot comprehend, all in desperate attempt at making it make sense .   Sonic doesn't understand such logic, but he can understand where the worry & fear stems from . 

This musical piece in his hands for an example, capable of  both miracles & misery  to whoever listens ---  and what about who performs ? What about who sings ?  He has to assume there won't be an effect, trusting that Daisuke would have been careful enough to mention it .  Not that he's concerned, he's simply curious . 

Quite so . 

“ If it's so dangerous, why won't you just get rid of it ? ”   His voice is light, like he would ask about something as trivial as an emptied pen —   he's unmoving, save for an ear flick, making sure the boy doesn't get any indication that he might harm the piece of parchment himself . Hazy emerald flickering between thief & paper, he continues to silently run through the tones, it seems quite easy, like he could recite it in a bit . From someone who truly loves music, the response might seem quite insensitive, a bit unlike himself .  But the detachment in the air around him stems from something  simple .  

“ I mean a nice song — ”  He shrugs, a little exacerbated by emotion that he now lets loose . He's still smiling at the paper, that tug at his lips which never seems to waver with ease, even as his eyes speak of frustration & discontent .  “ But the feeling it brings is fake, isn't it ? ”   It's simply magic, it's not the song itself, it's not the idea behind it, it's not the heart the composer put into every tone and melody .  And if it's not any of that, then what's even the point ?  

“ I know a song or two, but even I am not sure if it could happiness to everyone, and that's the fun part, because when they listen to it, I want it to be something unique, something they get to choose, y'know . ” Not anything spellbound or starstruck .  Something real & special .  And he recalls songs, he remembers melodies, he thinks of the nursery rhymes he's used to put together for his little brother to sleep, for an instance,  what was safe & warm now feels nostalgic & funny . And it's not a bad change, it's natural, it's welcomed & precious .  

“ You're right though, you don't need magic to make people feel happy or at peace, you could make the magic yourself . ” He flashes a sharp-toothed grin, encouraging but dangerous, empowering as if he has just discovered a loophole in a law system and was hoping someone would use it sooner than later  .  The underlying, sudden mischief disappears as quickly as it came, and he turns back to the glorified piece of paper at hand with the intensified readiness & attention of a school kid asked to read a paragraph for the class .  “ Do you still want me to read it ? ”

[whomst-art-thou-whomst-whomst]

Manifesto for Season 2 of Oh No! Here Comes Trouble: Five possible future events via headcanons

And by manifesto I mean I’m manifesting it asap

1.) Guangyan the feral housecat. I read his character as the kind of fussy housecat that slaps its human/fellow animals on a regular basis but refuses to step on wet grass or eat generic cat food.

Post season 1, I also headcanon that housecat energy as developing into a slightly more feral version. We’ve discussed Chuying and Guangyan would likely be more protective of Yiyong and I’m wondering what that would look like in the show.

Honestly, the mental picture that came up was those viral videos people take where there’s a bear outside their house, trying to go through the bins, only to be chased off by the family’s sassy calico who genuinely believes a cat is as much of a baddie as a bear, if not more. That is the Guangyan I imagine post-evil baker guy. On his own, he’s still timid and polite, but we have seen he’s gone from yelling insults at Yiyong to trying to protect his feelings and soothe him, so I’m curious whether he’d become physically protective too—often it’s the quietest ones who are the most ferocious when loved ones are threatened. And whatever the nature of their bond, there was no question for me in that last episode that Guangyan has come to love Yiyong. Plus, there is nothing as territorial and petty as a housecat, which fits Guangyan beautifully.

2.) Chuying as a detective. OnePer but promoted. We already see the change she’s undergone in terms of empathy, and I think this process would keep evolving. Think about Chuying when we first meet her; there is a visibly injured guy trying to make a statement��something big and important—and she is daydreaming about being more important in her role as a cop.

Now fast forward to the end of the first season. Chuying has gotten her excitement, her promotion, the danger and duty to help, and it isn't the dream she figured. Because she has finally learned to empathize and care for people who she’s meant to be protecting, and because she can’t protect one of the people she’s come to care about—Yiyong. I see her becoming more responsible, more focused on the job and not the praise. Because it’s like Sneaky McBaker points out—she probably did get a commendation for taking him down and doing her best to help a victim. But that is worth absolutely nothing anymore.

3.) Yiyong the passionate calligrapher. Because honestly? He’s had his injury and coma visions, and he knows he is helping people. It’s the opposite of what everyone always told him he’ll end up doing, it’s something that brings in zero cash so far (I just know Guangyan and Chuying are out there adding to a private account to help Yiyong’s mom and help him get back on his feet or just not work until he wants to).

I think Yiyong, who started off so reluctant, will be more driven to get back into the ghostie business before his friends want him to. It’s not just a return to normal after MORE lost years, it’s a purpose. He’s missed so many moments, and despite his mom’s comforting words that the years don’t count, he can pick up where he left off, I think he’ll be feeling behind, maybe worried his detective and student friends are spending too much time helping him and not enough time on their own lives.

4.) I hope we will get more backstory on minor characters. Ye Baosheng is one of the best characters in this story, and we know so little about her. I want her to have more scenes, I want her to feel involved in her son’s life. Like Melissa McCall for her son Scott in Teen Wolf, except for the whole thing where Scott's character gets increasingly sidelined. I appreciate so much that Chuying and Guangyan have clearly become an extra daughter and a son in law. I hope she starts her own salon. I think she’ll be very much the same person as she was after the first coma, not because she’s fine but because she needs Yiyong to think she’s fine. The show does an amazing job of showing without telling that this is a mother trying to be as strong and normal as she can for her baby.

5.) Guangyan and Yiyong. Listen, I know they aren’t canon, I know it’s a bromance, SO FAR. Here are my thoughts on this: too many shows try to speedrun the enemies to lovers plot at the cost of story, character development, and basic common sense. ONHCT has shown it’s willing to play the long game on things before. To me, it could easily be a natural progression. Here’s how I see it playing out: after Yiyong wakes up, he’s trying to get back into cases, but he starts drawing his comic again, too. One of his high school friends “accidentally” mentions to him that Guangyan is the only real fan of that comic, and reminisces about “back when we used to come visit and your weird nerd friend would be curled up next to your bed talking to you.” I want Yiyong to be simultaneously smug and scared shitless, and Guangyan considering maybe living at the morgue forever.

(After they kiss at the bus stop for the first time, Chuying, who wasn't spying, texts the family and friends group chat to let everyone know Granny Zeng Jiang has won the betting pool for when/where it would happen).

[boygirldykefag]

I was a Wolf main before Humans completely changed the meta in nearly every server. My character got tamed and eventually I switched my main to Dog. Adjusting from a Hunter class to a Support class was difficult, but once I got the hang of it, I realized playing Dog was far easier than playing Wolf. I didn't have to use much energy, my party members would bring me free XP, and they often saved me from things that would have given me a game over as a Wolf. After thousands of years of playing Dog, though, it got boring; there's not a whole lot of variety in Dog gameplay.

I decided to play Human, since, after Dog, it was the class I was most familiar with. And Human is way more complicated than I thought it would be. Human runs last a very long time, and they're extremely complicated. Every animal has a lot of RNG to its spawn, but Humans seem to have 10x more. I was lucky to spawn with really good party members in a decent server, but I know some that didn't, and got a lot of debuffs from unlucky events in their tutorials. I got a few, but I got a lot more buffs, because my early party members are kind, smart, and have the "financially stable" attribute. They even helped me with the Transition Sidequest once I discovered I had the Transgender perk. I'm really glad I did that sidequest; now the perk gives me a big passive morale boost, which makes nearly everything in the game easier. I recently finished the tutorial and now I'm playing the Extended Tutorial DLC. My tutorial party members have been nice enough to help me pay for it, because this DLC is very expensive. I may do the Extended Tutorial 2 DLC, but I'm still thinking about it. The main purpose of Extended Tutorial is to level up my Writing skill, though I also really like the sidequests and finding other players for morale-boosting activities, and the communal living makes this really easy. Eventually I hope to make enough progress on the Write A Book sidequest to gain the Published Author prestige. This prestige gives you Fame and Money, though there's a massive amount of RNG to this. What's good about this sidequest is you can do it any number of times, although it takes a significant time investment, and even more time if you want to increase your chances to get a lot of Fame and Money.

Human plays like no other class. As a Human, you can forego the main quest with basically zero downsides. There are hundreds of options for specialization as a Human, and many of these specializations are so specific that they essentially are their own classes. These "classes" have their own quests that can replace the main quest, too. For example, my specialization is a Creative specialization, so my main quest is to collect a certain amount of Fame points. This is also true for Performer and Athlete specializations. Most Humans still do the main quest, though, exceptions being Humans with the Homosexual or Asexual perks.

Resources are also entirely different for Humans. As a Human, you have to worry about the additional resource Money, which is massively RNG dependent. Some players start out with a lot of Money, but many more start out with very little Money. Money can be earned mostly through a Job, and each Job has its own specific requirements and they usually have different rewards. The Job you pick is very impactful to your run; many Jobs give you a debuff, most commonly to your morale, but some can permanently cripple your character or even give you a game over. I'm pursing Professional Author, since it mostly consists of the Writing task, which usually gives my character a morale boost, but there's RNG to that, too. I'm hoping the Write A Book and Published Author prestige give me enough Money. Money is required for every base resource as a Human, which is both good and bad. If you have money, acquiring resources and gaining XP is incredibly easy, but if you lack money, you lose access to critical resources look Food and Shelter, which can give you huge debuffs or even a game over in some cases. So far, I'm happy with my Human playthrough. The tutorial went really well and I have a good opportunity to spec into a subclass that's really fun for me. I hope everything continues to go well and I complete my subclass's main quest.

[g0ldenbritney]

!intro!ミ★

Hello! This blog is mostly used for my writing and works, I need to get my hypefixations out somehow (Don't worry, I'm not using the word hyper fixation lightly, i have ADHD myself.)

!!!!MASTERLIST!!!!

Beware that I am a minor!! If that makes you uncomfortable interacting with my stuff I totally understand, even though i probably wont end up posting any “smut”

So who will i write for? I will be doing mostly head canon things but i would probably write one-shots too! I dont have the time nor energy to write full length fics, especially with my school year starting.

-Any Mcr Member

-Jake Gyllenhaal characters

-Heath Ledger, only his characters, I dont feel comfortable writing for him as a person.

-My main focus (for now) will be Heath Ledgers Joker.

-Joseph Gordon Levitt characters

- Extra Fandoms - Creepypasta, 500 Days of Summer, Zero Day, Fear Street, Brokeback Mountain, and many other films!

To wrap this up, I will talk a little about me! Once I actually write some stuff my master list will be in the first part of the intro. I dont want to state my name so if you need to refer to me just use my online name “g0ldenbritney”! Again, I am a minor, this is just a silly little hobby i want to pick up because tumblr isn’t as judgemental of the stuff I wanna make. I also have diagnosed ADHD—which can make it very hard for me to be able to have a good schedule, so when I post something its gonna be random. Feel free to make requests if you like the stuff i write (when I start writing)! Bye!