#Isaac Lee grossman

[p1nkm1lkslug]

Hello! I’m sorry this is my second request in less than a week, I just love your headcanons so much 🤍 Can I request Isaac with an s/o who’s a lot like Rory Gilmore from Gilmore Girls? S/o has lots of comfy sweaters, reads a lot, loves baking and drinks a fuck ton of coffee, things like that.

I have said or once and I'll say it again, I am a sucker for issac, and this is gonna be season 1 rory because she went downhill pretty quickly (quick rant: season one dean was the best, I hate Tristan and I hate Jess, and lane deserves better)

depending on the size of oversized sweaters I can see him. Stealing your clothes from time to time

meeting him would probably be quite a surprise, for him more then you, because if your in the underworld he would be more then surprised to see someone reading a book that he would have read as well

this might be cringe but the scene where Rory met dean would probably fit you and issac, because imagine dropping your book only to see some tall man in front of you ("your just standing there like Frankenstein all in his Glory " "Marry Shelly. " "Yeah... You read? ")

reading and books being something you bond over (Im currently reading the secret history :3) , weather it be letting him borrow as he leaves his own annotations with stick tabs, or moments where he thinks you would enjoy

he loves you and supports you

you know what he doesn't support? Your caffeine addiction 💀

this man will bring you decaf in hopes you won't notice until your up at 2 and stat feeling tired as you turn to your partner and whisper "liar" Under your breath

as I mentioned before he loves baking, he wouldn't be the best but baby steps okay he's learning 😭 (you got him a Betty Crocker cookbook)

i feel like Lorelei in the show is known for her pop culture references but so is Rory, so issac and you having small teasing conversations regarding everyday activities to your favorite movies ("that man was rather peculiar.. " "Modern day Norman Bates in the making" "Norman..?" "Psycho, 1960,alfred Hitchcock, we gotta watch that one next! ")

expect him to have a tiny library of your shared books

stress baking is pretty common, he uses the amount of Danish pastries you've made as a scale on if he needs to gently have a talk with you or if he need to hold you back and practically exorcise the demons out of you 💀

you claim he does the same and he will deny it but you once caught him just starring at the kitchen as butter melted in the pan ("what am I doing with my life " "Come back to bed :( "

if you have a mom similar to Lorelei the two would surprisingly get along more then one might think, she might throw a joke about him looking like he came straight out of spirit Halloween, and she will have a very calm but threatening talk with him about you, but besides that smooth sailing and her making fun of you two acting romantic, think Jim from stranger Things when el and Mike were in a room together

──‧⁺˖ °˗ˏ ᵎ🧸ᵎ ˎ˗°˖⁺‧ ──

[eden-made-on-earth]

"m-meeeh"

Here. Have your healthy dose of Isaac.

[tiredpeaceofhuman]

"Please darling, keep me company in such a lonely hour.

Surrender to my charms as I succumbed to yours~"

For werbvn 🐦‍⬛🖤

[makomafu]

Guess the serial cannibal

[spilled-strawberry-milk]

Art I did that I haven't posted

[mysophobicloser]

No words only draw

[ladywolf-oficial]

Logan 💞 My cruel and beautiful boy!..... ok, I have a fetish for blondes.....

[dreamingbutts]

Jack: I should of left you on that street corner where I found you

Isaac: but cha didn’t!

[glassartpeasants]

Sickening Whispers

Ghost!Isaac Grossman x GN!Reader

Warnings: paranormal elements, angst, horror, parents screaming, physical injuries, gore, blood

A/N: No it hasn't been a year since I've updated this. Your losing your mind. Just read it and pretend it didn't take a year. WHICH IT DIDN'T

Chapter 6: Nightmare

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The library was now the place you were at the most instead of your own home. Why be there when you could be here? Instead of hearing your parents fighting, you can learn more about the house and take notes. You can also study what you wanted to go into for college. So being here was a perfect idea.

After talking to your brother, you wrote down any paranormal happenings the rest of the week. How many times a week did your brother see the small child who you now assume is some sort of tulpa or poltergeist, even maybe? The mask was still as hyper as ever, and the feeling of being watched never left your mind. The attic door closed even if you took two steps out of it without any wind blowing. 

Your best guess was how much time Isaac’s parents spewed their hatred for him; they must have made him out of the image they see him as. Their thoughts on how much they despised him. Their hateful thoughts created a personality stuck in your world, forever stuck inside the home where his parents built him.

Because Isaac had died at the age of 22, not at 7, he either channeled his childhood hatred into this being before he died, or he made it when he was 7. While you had no real clue if you were correct, that’s the best you could come up with when it came to him. 

That’s why you believe there are separate entities at your home. Your brother is the only one to see the boy. You also remembered that your brother saw the boy staring at your door but never going in. Was there some force blocking him or something?

Whatever it was, you were going to figure it out. Even if it took you all day.

~~~

You didn’t notice you fell asleep until someone softly tapped your shoulder. Your eyes flutter open to see the lovely librarian you met last time.

“Oh dear, did I stay till closing? I’m sorry I made you stay late because of my lack of sleep schedule.” She only let out a small laugh before patting your back.

“Oh no, dear, you’ve only been asleep for an hour. I just happened to be passing by and noticed all your notes and what your researching. You’ve taken up the entire table with your books and papers.” Your eye finally gets used to the light before seeing that she is correct. 

“Oh geez. Guess I didn’t realize.”

“It’s quite okay, but I must warn you about the subject you seem to have dived into.” The lady grabbed one of the books and started flipping the pages.

“I don’t know if you're doing it or not, but playing with the dead is a hazardous idea. Nothing good ever comes out of talking to the dead. The ones who say they’re good as always the most evil.”

“Yeah, I know. I-My friend has this problem in their home, and they don’t have a car to do this themselves, so I’m kind of stuck in it. Plus I really want to help because they’re always so scared of what's going to happen next.”

“You're a good friend, my dear. I can see that you care about others, even if it affects you. Tell you what, I know someone who can help you. They have some paranormal equipment that you can borrow. Would you like me to call them?” Your heart races at the thought. What could they have?? You’ve searched for stuff like that before, but you didn’t want to waste hundreds of dollars on stuff that didn’t work. 

“Yes! Please! Thank you so much for doing this!” You felt your luck turn around, knowing that this was perhaps a new step in the right direction.

“No problem, my dear. They live near so it’ll be quite easy to call them. Please wait here. I’ll make sure to get you when they arrive.” She sends you a small smile before walking over to the front area of the library. 

You started rejoicing that you finally had a bit of support. Just at least one step ahead rather than be 26 steps behind.  

~~~

You only had to wait about 20 minutes for the person to arrive. But it took forever for them to show you how to work each of them and what they were for. There was a lot more stuff than you initially thought, but if it makes it easier to figure out what’s going on, then you’ll take it.

They said you were given just basic standard stuff, but to you, it felt like you were holding the power of god in your hands. EVP to hear whatever the spirit has to say, an infrared thermometer to detect cold spaces, and a camera just in case to catch it. 

It wasn’t much, but it was all you needed to finally get a little bit of sleep at night.

~~~

Once you got home, it was pitch black outside, with only the car's headlights and the house's indoor lights on. Barley illuminated the dark forest that surrounded your home. You had to gather up all the stuff before taking a deep breath and rushing towards the door as the car's headlights turned off, leaving you in almost complete darkness. 

‘Get in the house. Get in the house. Get in the house.’ Luckily, the door was unlocked, and you quickly jumped in and locked the door behind you. Finally, let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Oh, sweetie, I'm so glad your home! I was getting worried about you!” The concern in your mother's voice made your beating heart calm down a bit. 

“Sorry bout that, mom. I was at the library, and I fell asleep. And you know how long it takes to get here from town.” You laugh nervously as you hold all the books and files you’ve checked out and the equipment in a backpack you were given.

“I know. I’m just a worry wart. Glad to see you at least still have your learning spirit.” Your mom gave you a kiss on the cheek before you went up to your room.

‘Okay, now wheres that stupid key?’ You carefully try stuffing your hand in your pocket to find it, only to come up short. Annoyed, you fear you’d have to go back outside to check in the car. 

“Looking for this?” The sound of your brother's voice scared you and almost made you drop everything in your hands. You looked at him and saw that he held the key that should have been in your pocket seconds ago.

“You dropped this on the ground when you left earlier. I’ve held onto it to ensure dad doesn’t sneak into your room or anything. That and you don’t lose it.”

“You scared the shit outta me! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” Your brother only laughed as he scooted past you, even though the stairs to the attic were super narrow. You could hear the door being unlocked as it opened and your brother's footsteps going in.

“Man, your room’s a mess.” Raising your eyebrow, you turn to look, only to see your room completely trashed. Your bedding was thrown all around the room, and your clothes were pulled out from your closet/dresser. Copied documents were scattered across the floor.

“You can’t be serious right now…” You simply sighed as you walked in and placed everything down by the desk.

“Damnit. I just cleaned it too.” You start gathering everything so you can hopefully return things to how they were before you left.

“Does the ghost always do this?” The sound of your brother picking up some of the scattered documents made you smile in relief at having a helping hand.

“Thank you for the help, but no. Not always. It’s like it has tantrums or something.” Your brother let out a nod of acknowledgment before continuing to help you.

~~~

“Well, now that that's over, I can try these things.”

“OOOOO, can I help?!” Your brother started jumping up and down in excitement. It was cute, and you would have let him if it weren’t for the fact that you were scared of how the thing would react to all this going on.

“How about tomorrow? I know we're both excited to use these, but shouldn’t we get well-rested and ready to go in case something happens?” Your brother held a pouty face before taking a deep breath and walking towards the door.

“Tomorrow, we can. Plus, we can try all day since you don’t have school.” A smile plastered on your brother's face as he closed your door and ran down the steps to his room. You laugh as you grab the key to your door and put it in your nightstand drawer. 

The only thing lighting your room was your phone flashlight now and small fake candles that lived around your room. Your father told you to get rid of the real ones so as not to ‘burn the house down.’ You were initially annoyed, but then again, it was an ancient house, so his concern was valid.

You went to your dresser to get changed before going to bed. You weren’t hungry for anything; besides, you had already missed dinner. You were just too tired to even think about food. 

It was a lovely couple of minutes of clean thoughts before you were reminded of the mask that had made its home in your closet. No matter what you did, it always came back in that one spot. You ended up just forgetting about bringing it back, as it was shown to be a waste of time. 

A sigh left your lips as you put away all the documents from the hours before and hid the equipment given to you under the bed. You didn’t have the energy to even try it out tonight or look more into everything. Your brain was just exhausted from all the reading and research it did. So you only changed into your pajamas while throwing your clothes in the hamper. The sound of the wooden floorboards creaking under you made your eyes even heavier.

You simply closed your eyes as you felt sleep overtake you.

~~~

You open your eyes to hear the sounds of loud whispering coming from your closet. It's not like this was the first time the mask has done this. It does it all the time, but for some reason, tonight, it was louder than it ever has been. Not to mention it spoke clearly enough to the point where you understood it.

‘Come here’

That's all it said over and over again. It gave you the creeps, so you desperately tried to ignore it, but your body started shifting out of bed before realizing it. 

Its voice kept getting more and more louder as your body finally managed to get off the bed. Its words rang through your ears as you felt your bare feet hit the freezing cold floor. No matter what you did, it seemed like it wouldn't stop or listen to you. The floorboards creaked as your body walked towards the closet.

The sound of the closet door opening made your heart skip a few beats as a blast of cold air hit you. 

The mask still whispered to you, but it was pounding in your head now. Echoing off every surface before its tune changed. 

'Wear it

You didn't even get a chance to second guess what was happening before your arms reached out and grabbed the mask. It felt ice cold while you were holding it but at the same time scolding hot. Your body didn't even seem to mind as it soon pressed the mask against your face. 

Putting it on, you felt your body go utterly numb as your eyes soon were the only thing that worked. You could turn your eyes around and such, but you had no control over your body. It was like you were having sleep paralysis but wide awake simultaneously. 

The sounds of your feet shuffling across the floor rang through your ears as you felt your body go towards the locked door. You knew you locked it when your brother left, so there shouldn’t be any reason that you’d be able to get out. 

But the sound of the door unlocking made you rethink what actually happened. Cause when you looked down, there in the door was the key. 

A sharp cold breeze hit your body as the door opened. Your body moved down the stairs without any effort that it made you feel as if you were air itself. There wasn’t a single creak of the floorboards. Your body even knew where you were going even though the house was as black as night.

You desperately tried to remember every way your body was going, but your mind was going blank, and the fear wouldn’t let you focus on anything other than what's happening in front of you. Which was only worse as it got only darker the father you went into the house. 

Your body stopped suddenly in front of something. It stood there for about a good 5 seconds before moving again. Pictures started playing in your mind about where you could be, but you were answered when you heard the familiar creak of a kitchen drawer opening. 

You knew which one that was. Only one drawer made that noise. 

The knife drawer.

You soon felt the weight of the situation hit you harder when you realized how bad this could go. Why did it come down here? Why grab the knife? What's the ghost gonna do now? You couldn’t even move your body or do anything to stop it!

The feeling of your body moving towards the stairs gave you a horrible feeling down in your gut. There was no reason to be going upstairs with a knife in the dark of night. Nothing with good intentions. 

No matter what you did against yourself, your body kept moving forward with the knife still clasped in your hand tightly. All you could do was stare in horror as you saw your body walking toward your parent's room.

Pushing open the slightly open door had your heart pounding in your chest. You could feel your body gripping the knife harder as your body walked more angrily towards your sleeping father. 

You stopped right in front of him and just…watched him. Watched him breathe in and out as he slept there peacefully without knowing. Just as you were staring at him, the hand with the knife lifted up quickly before slamming back down forcefully. 

You’ll never forget the sickening crunch and slicing noises you heard as the knife plunged into your father's rib cage. The knife went up as soon as it came down. It stayed still for a bit, almost as if contemplating, but when your father opened his eyes, the knife went back down once more. This time with more hatred and force behind it.

Your father tried grabbing your hand but couldn’t catch it with how fast it was going up and down, making holes in your father's chest. 

Opening your mouth to scream at him and tell him it’s not you, you're not controlling it, someone controlling you only for nothing to come out. You could feel your eyes water as the feeling of warm blood slowly covered your hands, making your stomach churn. 

It just wouldn’t stop. The sound of skin slicing and bones breaking rang through your ears and echoed through the room as you screamed for it all to stop and end. Not even a word left your mouth as your mouth stayed closed the entire time. 

You look into your dad's eyes and see them go from fear to lifeless in seconds. His once lively eyes showed nothing but an empty husk with no soul. You screamed no and begged him to return and that you were sorry.

You kept screaming until the words finally came out of your mouth. 

~~~

Screams echo through your room as you jump out of bed. The screams were your own as you tried to determine what was happening. To your horror, the mask was right beside your bed with a red liquid sprayed. You walked away from it and towards your door as it all came running back to you. 

You quickly open the door without grabbing the key and rush to your parent's room. Gripping the cold metal handle, you slam the door open, and to your relief, you see both your parents lifting themselves up from bed and rubbing their eyes to see what’s going on. 

Seeing your father alive and breathing made you collapse to the floor in the middle of the doorway. 

It was so real. The feeling of breaking bones and ripped open skin never left your mind. The sound of all those horrible noises was enough to make you cry even harder. 

“Sweetie, are you okay?!” Your mother jumped out of bed and rushed to your side quickly as she hugged you. You tried to get out the words, but nothing came out. Only gasps for air and cries.

“It's 3:28 in the morning! What are you doing?!” Your father yelled at you. You look at your mom before scooting closer into her arms as you finally get the words to tell her what happened. 

The tears blurred your vision, but you could feel your mother wiping your tears as she tried to calm you. 

“God, look at you! Your too old to be crying like this! Only babies cry as hard as you are right now.” Your father's words stung as they only made you cry even though you tried to stop.

“Your child is crying, and this is how you respond?! How rude and horrible could you be?!” The feeling of your mother helping you up gave you a sort of calm. She rubs your arms before wiping one last tear.

“It’s all okay, sweetie. Me and your father are okay. Do you want me to walk you to your room?” Even though you felt like a child, the thought of your mother being with you when you entered the room helped you stabilize your breathing. 

Nodding your head, your mother starts walking with you to your room. Before you left, you could hear your father mumble something under his breath. Choosing to ignore it, you just walk with your mom to your room. 

As you walked towards the stairs, a cold breeze hit you as you looked up at your door. It was wide open but as dark as night itself. Fear settled in your stomach, but your mother went right up and into the darkness before turning on all the false candles you had around your room. 

Only when everything was on did you step foot into the room. 

A single step was all it took to feel the usual unwelcoming presence in your room, but this time, you felt more safe knowing that your mom was here to at least see you in bed.

Looking at your nightstand, you notice that the mask was gone and nowhere to be found. You weren’t gonna complain about it. Just ignore it and continue going back to bed.

You didn’t waste any time going in as the bed was much warmer than the room's cold atmosphere.

“Alright, honey, I’m gonna go back now, okay?” You wanted her to stay with you until you fell asleep, but you wanted her to get some sleep too. You also didn’t want her to fall victim to whatever hell you were in as well.

“Okay. I love you.” Your mom kissed you on the forehead before repeating the words back. The sound of her footsteps leaving and the door closing reminded you that you were once again all alone. At least, you hoped so. 

Covering your head with blankets, you try to make sure that the rest of you is covered before grabbing your phone and putting on some music loud enough for it to block out any noise from outside but quiet enough so that your parents don’t hear it. 

Having at least some sort of noise that isn’t your own thoughts made going to sleep a little easier.

~~~

A bright light shone on your eyes as you squinted them before opening them. Rubbing your eyes, you see that your room is now covered in sunlight, and you take a deep breath before sitting up. 

Just then, a searing pain spreads through your body as you grab your shoulder quickly. It's where the source of the pain seemed to be coming from. The pain was intense enough to have your eyes watering, and you let out a small slew of cuss words. 

You clasped down on it, giving it a little pressure in hopes of calming it down for a second. Standing up, you walk over to your desk to see what could be giving you such pain. 

Lifting your shoulder sleeve down, your face contorts into a look of horror as you see whats giving you so much pain. 

A red bite mark right on your shoulder.

It looked so new, so fresh. You could feel the pulsating and pain it was giving off. Hell, it might have even been hard enough to give a bruise or bleed. But you were so confused about how this could happen. No one had a key to your room, and you usually hid that in your drawer.  

You look at the bite mark once more, and the confusion on worsened. If your parents or brother were to come in your room, why on earth would they bite you? And how come you didn’t wake up? You didn’t have any animals, and there was hopefully no way one could’ve managed to get into your room. 

Plus, the bite mark had human shaped teeth.

It was positioned in a way where a romantic partner would bite their lover. But you didn’t have one, so why was it there, of all places?

The pain started getting worse so you grabbed a blanket from your bed and wrapped in around yourself before grabbing the attic key and making your way towards your door. Hopefully getting an ice pack or hot pack would calm down the pain at least a smidge. 

You didn’t even make it to the second flight of stairs before your heard the yelling coming from the kitchen. Annoyance filled your being. It was already so early in the morning what could they possibly have to fight about?

Sighing, you turn around to go back upstairs and suffer with the pain to avoid the fighting but you heard your name being caught in the mix. With that being said, you silently tip toed down the last flight of stairs and hid behidn a wall to the kitchen. You just wanted to eavesdrop on what they could be talking about with your name in the mix.

“They should be out of this house! They’re old enough to find their own home! We’re broke enough as it is so it’s simply another mouth to feed!” Alarm bells start ringing in your head as you remembered something that you read in that journal.

‘We barely afford to feed ourself! How are we suppose to feed it once it gets older?!’

The fact it was so similar sent chils down your spine. Your father wanted you to come home because he worried about you since the job market is picky and rent is high in town. So why know after all this time did he change his mind?

You couldn’t help the rage that came over you. Without thinking, you stepped out from behind the wall, letting yoru blanket fall to the floor behind you. If he wanted to say something about you he could say it to yoru face.

“Hey! You might have forgotten that you asked me to live here! Cause you were worried about me! So why now are you acting like im such a damn burden!” Crossing yoru arms as you walk up closer to him. 

“Cause all you do is whine and moan! Never doing anythign other then staying out or being in that room of yours! And don’t talk to me like that in my house!”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I actually help mom with household stuff, help my brother with his homework, take him to and from school all things that you never do! I go to job interviews! I got to the library to study things and get away from your screaming! And maybe I would rather be in the attic then have to listen to you scream to my mom!”

“Oh please! I do so much for this house! You don’t know what your talking about since your so stuck up on how your ‘better than me’. I bought us this house and i allow you to live in it!”

“Oh you mean a house that you no longer put effort in?! All you do is sit on yoru lazy ass while mom, me, and (B/N) do all the work! You knew that it’d take a while to get this house fixed up but now you’ve given up on it!”

“You will not talk to me like that in my own home! Stop being such a disrespectful little shit! Pack your shit and leave and don’t you come back as long as im in this house!”

“Like hell I’ll leave! I’ll leave the day i know its safe for mom and (B/N)! With your temper and other sides of you that your showing who’s to tell what you’d do!” Not even seconds passed when you saw your father raise his hand high. As soon as if cracked down you managed to catch it before it made contact with yoru skin. 

Your mother looked at you and you looked at her before turning your heads and looking at your father. You looked into your fathers eyes and you thought yousaw a twinge of regret and shock before it quickly vanished and turned into anger.

Ripping his hand away from your grasp he shoved your harshly. The shove made you lose footing as you stumble into the kitchen counter, your back hitting it hard enough to paralyze you. You feel to the ground as you try to gather back the air in your lungs as you try to move but your back was just in to much agony to do so. 

Your mother rushed to your side quickly. She put your head on her lap as you could see her hands shake in either anger or sadness. Maybe even both.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!? How dare you do something like this to your own child! You should be ashamed of yourself! This is not the man I married! Get the fuck out of this house before I call the cops on you!” Your mothers voice boomed through the entire house, almost enough to wake the dead even more. You’ve never heard her scream like that before in your life. 

“Fine! Whatever you stupid bitch. You’ll come crawling back like all women do.” Your father stomped out of the house and slammed the door behind him. The whole house suddenly grew quiet. The silence was cut by your mothers sobs as you looked up at her. Tears poured down her face as she held onto your still struggling form. 

“It’s okay, honey, I’m here. No one can hurt you as long as I live.”

[frankie-the-undead]

Look not to be gay here but; Demon Hunter! Will looks pretty hot here * it's the will I told you a little about in his redesign/ rewrite*

Just for fun here some notes;

During his human Arc

In this AU instead of LJ living with him/ putting him under his wing it's frankie. In fact Jax * wills father* actually payed frankie to watch over him if he passes. Which of course later on he does.

Just like in other universes Will does grow up with Anthony and fell in love with him first. Which is why he was completely broken when he woke up in the underworld realm presumed dead with frankie looking out the window.

Frankie understood how badly will wants to go back so he gave him an choker that would allow him to enter the human realm and return to the underworld when he's ready BUT he needs to get stronger first

So frankie trains him. Eventually will did start to hunt demons and get stronger over time very slowly

In this universe he never became friends with LJ instead he basically killed the clown, and eventually when he found out about Isaac and the grossman curse he hunts the old man down to obviously kill him.

Once he killed him will felt slightly free but not completely.

Eventually as time went on he Eventually found an unexpected surprise. A knock out Anthony on the ground. Obviously went through a rough fight

He actually drag Anthony home making frankie slightly nervous knowing how dangerous Anthony is. But understood William's reasoning

When Anthony woke up will had his legs and arms around him holding his soulmate close while sleeping

Time skip to couple chapters they had their first date at a roller rink * Frankie is there along with Dr Forenzik. Yep the doc is in this au as the scientist/ doctor if the faction. Frankie is the leader * obviously * the rest of the followers I'm still trying to think. But it's a rebellion group against slender man and Zalgo.

During the first date not only did they had their first kiss but they also accidentally fused. Boy was that accidental situation fun

They did unfused eventually.

Piercings goes BRRR * will has some on his ears, lips,tongue, etc. * will really likes Piercings. He's also thinking of getting a tattoo some point.

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Demon form!/ his demon arc

So remember how I mentioned the grossman has an curse? Well thanks to Isaac after his death from lj the grossman family end up suffering a curse when they become half human half demon. Which is another reason why Frankie gave will that pentagram choker. It's not just a teleporter it's a ceil to keep Will's unstable demon powers down.

It worked for awhile until Anthony got brutally injured making will goes berserk holding his lover close woth his choker pendant completely shattering revealing his demon powers

The wings and tail is totally not a panty and stocking with Garterbelt reference * cough at the gif*

Will's weapon I'm still thinking about

But his theme is Everything You Hate by Project Vela and The good the bad, the dirty by Panic! At the disco, and Gunfight by Sick Puppies

To him Anthony is the angel * which is funny because technically speaking Anthony is a half angel half demon* and will do ANYTHING in his power to protect him making sure his precious angel doesn't get hurt.

In this au Will isn't bisexual. In fact he's Pansexual and is genderfluid.

Looks like a cinnamon roll could actually kill you.

Despite his awkwardness he's actually one of the most smartest and dangerous people in all of the underworld. He's so dangerous even Dr Forenzik fears him.

During his berserk Mode will's eyes turn completely black while his eyes glow a violet purple instead of blue. No body was successful into calming him UNTIL Anthony panic in wills arms and just kissed him. How did that work? Simple; Plot

Thanks to that amount of power that was waisted * and nearly destroyed the area* and from how much power that was it was Will's turn to faint. Luckily Anthony caught him

Frankie and Forenzik had to fix his choker.

His normal demon form I gotta design some point

His voice headcannon actually changes * I'll send it to you on insta when some point I find a perfect one*

And until I come up with more that's it for now!

I knew there was gonna be an anime reference the moment I noticed a gif was attached to this ask lmao, an anime I've watched so I'm not entirely lost! Gotta rewatch it though.

I'm surprised LJ is dead in this au, considering he's (presumably) close to impossible to get rid of.

Continuation from 2023:

Re-reading this was crazy! A lot of stuff is going on so you basically have a whole movie trailer playing in your mind while you read, it's kinda fun! I do love references to shows I've enjoyed so, seeing a reference to the demon twins from Panty and Stockings was a treat, as well as seeing Dr. Forenzik being mentioned to have a small role here! Frankie being the one to take Will under his wing is really nice, quite a change in their usual dynamic. I am a bit shocked that Will was able to kill both Isaac and LJ, which how potentially difficult they could be to get rid of.

I'm not commenting much on the ship aspect of it cuz you know how I feel about those two lovebirds uvu hehe iwic. I do find your three picks for Will's theme pretty neat! I don't remember if you did send me any voiceclaims for the Will in this au. I do love the info you give me on our special little blonde boy, especially that bulletpoint about his personality. Keeping his awkwardness but making him dangerous, an odd mix in my eyes, but it can definitely work well.

[p1nkm1lkslug]

Can I request Isaac with an s/o who has seasonal depression? Since the weather has started getting colder and there’s been a lot of rain where I am lately, I haven’t been feeling the best and I really need some comfort, and the way you write Isaac is so beautiful. If this makes you uncomfortable you don’t have to though.

yes aabsolutely, always a sucker for like issac 🧸

He would probably be hyper focused on his work when he soon remembers he didn't see you since the morning

would search around the house only to find you curled up in bed with a sad slum look dawning your face

"Darling..? " He would ask as he brushes strands of hair from your face, softly cupping it as he rubbed his tumb across your cheek

after you explain your mood shifting with the weather he would probably try accommodate for you

While he gets that this time will pass he still wants you to be healthy even in these more trying times

Would buy a FUCK ton of blankets for you because if your feeling down might as well be comfy while your at it

Brews you some tea/coffee/ hot choice while fixing you up something warm and Harry like a soup is some form of food with bread

i love issac that enjoys more simple activities such as gardening and baking (issac is practically a teenage girl) so expect some fresh roses by your side table along with a plate of cinnamon rolls

would run you a warm bath with candles and flowers the whole shabang, just let him oil your hair and rub your choice of lotion into your skin as he whispers sweet nothing's into your ear

he would gently braid your hair asking if it was alright

resting against his chest as he reades a book of your choosing while the room smells of chamomile and lavender from the simmer pot he had set up

not a big sweet tooth but you can bet he would get you whatever you would like (would ask William to DoorDash it)

and if your in the mood to try slow dance he would be delighted if not he has no issue letting you rest while he sips tea as you slowly drift to slumber safe in his arms 𖹭

[ellzilla]

real thing Isaac Lee Grossman has said

[sparecrew]

The 2024 Book List

Fighting for Your Marriage (Howard J. Markman, Scott M. Stanley & Susan L. Blumberg)

Soldier's Heart (Gary Paulsen)

Let Us Now Praise Famous Men (James Agee & Walker Evans) - 1K List: 1/year, 139/total

A Matter of Principle (Susan Beth Pfeffer)

5 Miraculous Muslims Touched by God (Author Unknown - Presumably Some Christian Organization)

The Woman in Me (Britney Spears)

Cold-Case Christianity (J. Warner Wallace)

Romney: A Reckoning (McKay Coppins) *

Sense and Sensibility (Jane Austen) ; 1K List: 2/year, 140/total

[Audiobook] The Underground Railroad (Colson Whitehead); 1K List: 3/year, 142 total

Opportunity Knocks (Tim Scott)

Why Marriages Succeed or Fail (John Gottman)

How to Know a Person (David Brooks) *

Killing Floor (Lee Child)

They Called Us "Lucky" (Ruben Gallego) *

Acquitted (Kyle Rittenhouse)

Profiles in Courage (John F. Kennedy)

The Case Against the Sexual Revolution (Louise Perry) *

The Things We Cannot Say (Kelly Rimmer) *

Who Killed These Girls? (Beverly Lowry)

Endgame (Omid Scobie)

[Textbook] AHA Heartsaver - First Aid (2021 Student Edition/Workbook)

[Textbook] AHA Heartsaver - First Aid, CPR, AED (2021 Student Edition/Workbook)

[Textbook] AHA BLS Instructor Manual

House of Leaves (Mark Z. Danielewski)

Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen) ; 1K List: 4/year, 143 total

Social Justice Fallacies (Thomas Sowell)

The Canceling of the American Mind (Greg Lukianoff & Rikki Schlott) *

Lost in Trans Nation (Miriam Grossman, MD)

Bad Therapy (Abigail Shrier) *

Hitler's Pawn (Stephen Koch) *

Rule Number Two (Dr. Heidi Squier Kraft) *

The Exchange (John Grisham)

[Audiobook] Zero Days (Ruth Ware)

Jesus Calling (Sarah Young)

Partners in Power (Roger Morris)

The Iliad (Homer - translated by Emily Wilson) - 1K List: 5/year, 144 total

[Audiobook] The It Girl (Ruth Ware)

In the Country of Men (Hisham Matar)

Get It Together (Jesse Watters)

Say More (Jen Psaki)

The Bible in 52 Weeks (Kimberly D. Moore)

White Rural Rage (Tom Schaller & Paul Waldman)

Prequel (Rachel Maddow)

Mansfield Park (Jane Austen) - 1K List: 6/year, 145 total

Morning After the Revolution (Nellie Bowles)

[Textbook] How to Write Anything - Third Edition (John J. Ruszkiewicz & Jay T. Dolmage)

I Swear (Katie Porter)

[Textbook] Emergency Care and Transportation of the Sick and Injured - Twelfth Edition (Andrew Pollack, series editor)

What the Dead Know (Barbara Butcher)

Unbroken (Laura Hillenbrand)

The Situation Room (George Stephanopoulos)

King (Jonathan Eig) *

The Making of a King (Robert Hardman)

Troubled (Rob Henderson) *

If You Didn't Write It Down, It Never Happened! (Paul Serino)

Emma (Jane Austen) - 1K List: 7/year, 146 total

Elon Musk (Walter Isaacson)

The Fred Factor (Mark Sanborn)

A Coffin For Dimitrios (Eric Ambler) - 1K List: 8/year, 147 total

Privacy Is Power (Carissa Veliz)

[Textbook] Foundations of Education - Third Edition (NAEMSE)

Effective Difficult Conversations (Catherine Soehner & Ann Darling)

Foundation (Isaac Asimov) - 1K List: 9/year, 148 total

[Audiobook] Foundation and Empire (Isaac Asimov) - 1K List: 10/year, 149 total

Book Club Reboot (Sarah Ostman & Stephanie Saba)

Emotional Intelligence 2.0 (Travis Bradberry & Jean Greaves)

Kissing Girls On Shabbat (Sara Glass)

Lucky Jim (Kingsley Amis) - 11/y, 150/t

The Power of TED (David Emerald)

Fight Like A Girl (Kate Germano)

Second Foundation (Isaac Asimov) - 12/y, 151/t

[makomafu]

Whooooo boy it's been a while!

Anyways, Creeps redesigns be upon you

[spilled-strawberry-milk]

Baby Isaac

[mysophobicloser]

What's the stupidest thing Isaac did wih Jack? aside from murdering a feline

ACTUALLY in this version, Isaac didn't kill the cat! Hes actually quite different from og Isaac!And as far as the stupidest thing Isaac's ever done

Is starting his family's shed on fire