#Literally bat out of hell = v=;;;

[makethatelevenrings]

Dick Grayson nsfw headcanons for v day

hehehehe

this boy is so talkative

before, during, and after his mouth is running faster than Wally West

"so pretty"

"squeezing me so tight"

"you look so good like this fucked out on my cock"

"what's that, baby? are you too cockdrunk to speak?"

his dick (haha) isn't very long, but it's certainly thick (much like him) and curves a little to the left

Dick loves to mark you up because when you undress, he can see the parts he has touched and loved

a hickey on your neck, a gentle love bite on your hip, the imprints of his fingers on your thighs where he held you down and ate you out

he's a switch 100%

sometimes he needs to be taken out of his head and so you take control and he appreciates it so much

he loves to serve you in any capacity, part of it is because he constantly feels the need to prove himself worthy of you no matter how many times you tell him that you don't need anything but his love

he'll quite literally get on his knees and worship you if you asked him

there are a few nights where he literally strips out of his suit and kneels on the floor, resting his head on your thigh as you stroke his hair

other times he's high-strung and needs to control the situation and you gladly accept submission under his hand

Dick is, ahem, very flexible and he will contort his body the perfect way to hit every fucking pleasure spot inside of you as he rams his cock into your hole

"made for me, weren't you? made to take my cock. perfect fucking fit, the way you're squeezing me so tight. god, i should just keep you home all day, sit you on my cock and keep you there"

hell yeah he does enjoy a good cockwarming

whether you're just holding his half-hard cock in your mouth or straddling his waist as he reads over some mission reports or paperwork for his Bludhaven revitalization. you're draped over his shoulders, face pressed against his neck as his cock twitches inside of your soaked hole. once he's done with his work, he'll fuck you until your legs can't stand

king of aftercare (all of the bat boys are tbh)

Dick is reaaaaally big on the verbal communication (again, the boy can't shut up) and he needs to hear reassurance from you that you're okay, that you liked it, what type of care you need

I don't think he's overly aggressive or into BDSM mainly because he doesn't want to use the same type of force that he uses on the criminal underworld on you

sweet boy but also not afraid to rough you up a little bit if you ask

just pls don't ask him to hit you because he would not be able to

aftercare for him is just cuddling and stroking his hair and assuring him that he's enough. he is good and kind and loving. he doesn't need to worry about you being unsatisfied.

all in all, he's a generous lover who overthinks too much and you might have to help him enjoy everything rather than dwell on stuff. also, he's a mouthy shit.

[clockmax]

- A TWISTED FANTASY

Pairing: Jake Sully x Fem!Navi!Reader

A/N: FINALLY AT A REST STOP WITH GOOD WIFI!! Going to Nevada for pretty much the entire summer and this road trip is literally killing me. rip to luna who had to wait so long for this (ily bb)

warnings: hate fucking, oral (M receiving) p in v, degrading and slight praise, dubcon, brief fingering, orgasm denial/edging, spanking, hate fucking, semi-public, marking, i think thats all.

REQUESTS OPEN

There were no words that could describe the situation between you and Jake. Absolutely none. 

It wasn’t just generally disliking each other; this was a different type of issue. You absolutely hated how that man was. Arrogant, selfish, how reckless he could be. But damn, this man was so fucking hot. You hated him, no, you despised him. Though there was no denying some of his actions could have you on the flipside. 

But nevermind that, he could never have you. There was just no way you’d give yourself to a man like him. Your mind and body could hate him, but there was no denying how god damn attractive he was. 

Every moment with him felt like hell. The way you both had to hold back your venom so as to not fight each other. The way you would huff and puff all because you were practically forced to spend time with him.

It was a blazing hell. You hated this man, and he hated you. But oh how he would get you worked up with all his teasing just to leave you alone, soaked in your pants. Jake was a cruel man, all because you two had some stupid childlike feud.

There was actually no beginning to why you both started hating each other, it just happened. When your parents let him into the clan, it just so happened that you both started disliking each other. Every time you were in a room with Jake, the tension in the air made it so thick it felt hard to breathe. Like you were going to suffocate on just the hatred alone.

And now here you were, in the forest, alone. Just you and your thoughts. 

The festival was too loud for you. But the cherry on top of that was how Jake kept looking at you the entire night. The way you constantly batted heads, even when you were not speaking was just aggravating.

The walk was peaceful, you were finally able to get some alone time. Some time to enjoy the true beauty of Pandora. It was calming in some sense, but your tension was still high.

A faint sound of a stick cracking far behind put you on alert, drawing your knife, tail swishing violently in the air. Your beards perked up, twitching at every little sound. Eyes darted around, trying to find the source of the cracking.

After what felt like an eternity, you were finally able to make out the figure approaching you.

Oh eywa.. Why him?

Of course it had to be Jake Sully coming to interrupt your peace. 

“Woah there princess, put the knife down, I’m not here to hurt you, yeah?” Jake’s tone was almost mocking, condescending even. 

You roll your eyes, dropping your knife, body still on high alert.

“Keep this up and I might hurt you.” You nearly spat back, tail swishing as your eyes met his.

There was a certain fire in his eyes, something with hatred that almost burned into lust. The way he looked at you, ready to fight with you again.  

“Someone’s got an attitude today,” Jake just kept mocking you, pushing your buttons, “How about we fix that, can’t have you going back to hometree spitting at everyone you see.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. You turned away, walking deeper into the forest when you were pulled back, hands gripping at your waist.

“You heard what I said. Can’t let you back to hometree with an attitude.” His breath was hot against your ear.

Your whole body froze, his lips tracing behind your ear, hands gripping at the curve of your hips, breath landing on the nape of your neck. 

You wanted to get out of this situation badly, but eywa, having him this close did something to you. No matter how many times your head cursed him at this moment, the arousal growing in your womb was something you couldn’t hold back.

“You.. son of a bitch-” You mumble, taking in a sharp breath of air. 

“Yeah, yeah. Hate me all you want, kid, your body says different.” 

One of Jake's hands found its way past your loincloth, dipping past the fabric to your cunt. His other hand held onto one of your breasts, gently squeezing it, rolling your nipple in between two fingers. 

You knew you shouldn’t be doing this, especially with the man you hate. But god, it felt so good. It was twisted, really.

His fingers found their way to your sensitive bud of nerves, working it between his fingers pads. The sensation sent a shiver through your spine, a small gasp escaping your mouth. Your knees buckled a little, upper body almost folding in half already.

This was some kind of game now, seeing whoever could crumble first. Moving your hips, bumping your butt against Jake's bulge. He let out a low and quiet growl, his head moving back a little. 

“Jesus, kid. Yea, you feel what you do to me now?” *His voice was low, fingers working at your clit as his other digits rubbed between your folds.

It was a game of teasing, a game to see who could break first. It wasn’t supposed to feel this good, but you couldn't help it. He was just touching in all the right places. 

Low mewls and gasps escaped your lips no matter how hard you tried to hold them in. You were biting your lip so hard that it was surprising that you weren’t drawing blood. 

His fingers left your clit, quickly replaced by his thumb. Two fingers prodded at your entrance before slipping inside, sending ripples of pleasure through you, fingers finding themselves cozy in your velvety walls. 

You arousal coated his fingers with ease, making a mess of your loincloth and his hands. It felt so wrong yet so right. You could not figure if you wanted to enjoy this, or hate it simply because it was from Jake. 

His lips kept at your neck, planting kisses, bites, whatever he could to almost mark you as his. You were his to hate but his to fuck. Almost like he was going to make you a stress reliever, something he could use to fuck his anger out. 

You could feel the pleasure build up in your womb, stomach coiling into knots. It felt so good, just until his fingers pulled away, the pleasure almost being ripped from you.

Jake looked at you, almost letting out a small chuckle at how pitiful you looked. Your orgasm being ripped away from you had let you whine, thighs rubbing together. 

“Knees, now.” Jake commanded, leaving no room for you to argue.

He gave your thighs a slap. You rolled your eyes, plating yourself on the forest floor. He looked at you, a silent command, almost telling you what to do. 

Your fingers found the knot of his loincloth, fumbling with it. You were getting frustrated, Jake looking down and watching you in amusement.

“What's the problem down there, sweetheart?” His voice was laced with mockery and venom, a small smirk appearing on his face.

“Shut up.” You hissed back, fingers struggling to undo the tight knot. 

Jake's fingers replaced your own, undoing the knot and tossing his loincloth to the side. His cock was practically rock hard already, beads of precum falling down his length. 

With reluctance, you let him push past your lips, down that pretty throat of yours. His hips rutted into you with some sort of urgency, but also anger and a desire.

His cock reached so far down your throat, squeezing around him as you slightly gagged. The sounds were just extra stimulation for Jake, his mind already in a frenzy. Small tears falling down your cheek as he pushed past your throat. 

Jake looks at you, all pretty on your knees as that anger burns in your eyes, before he says, “Now thank me.”

You go frigid, looking at him with an intensity behind those eyes of yours. He wanted you to do what? Why would you ever thank him?

“Fucking thank me for letting you swallow all my cum like a good girl."

There’s a dark edge in his voice, low grunts coming from his chest as his pace quickened, cock twitching in your mouth.

“Fuck that’s a good girl.” Jake mentioned in between grunts and low moans, 

“Thank you-” You manage to choke out, the tip of his cock bruising the back of your throat.

As soon as you say the words, hot ropes of cum are spurting from his dick, coating the inside of your mouth white. His thrusts coming to a halt as he lets out a moan, cock twitching in your mouth.

The noises coming from him sent a heat down to your core, clenching your thighs. There was still no way you were getting turned on by him, but you couldn't help but want his cock inside of you.

“Swallow.” He  pulled his length out of your mouth, looking down at you. Jake's voice was laced with a certain dark edge to it. 

Jake crouches down to your level, palm of his hand holding your chin as his two fingers squish your cheeks, preventing you from spitting.

And you do, with no other choice at the moment. The way he looks at you like you’re inferior to him makes you feel so small right now. His cum slides down your throat, almost washing away the hateful words you want to curse him with.

You looked at him with a fiery intensity. Half tempted to slap that cocky smile off his handsome face. Damn him for being so arrogant, for getting you in this situation. 

Your hands went to his shoulder, pushing him on his back. Jake didn’t make any attempt to stop you, he just looked at you with a cocky grin. Oh how badly you wanted to prove him wrong. 

Moving yourself on top, tossing your loincloth, legs straddling the side of his hips. Your hands found their way to his cock, aligning it with your entrance, sliding down.

Well, fuck.

You did not calculate his size. Fuck, it felt like he was splitting you in two. Throwing your head back, letting out a moan. There was a pain from the stretch, hands on his abs to stabilize yourself.

“What’s wrong? Can’t take it? Thought a slut like you would be able to.” His hands held your waist, pulling you deeper on him until he was all inside, letting out a groan.

You didn’t even think it was possible to take his size, legs shaking as your cunt adjusted. The pain mixed in with the pleasure, creating an overwhelming feeling that sent sparks all over your body. His tip was prodding at your cervix, his cock stretching you more than you could stretch yourself. 

“Atta girl, see? You could do it, just needed a little push.” The more Jake spoke, the more you wanted to slap him.

“Be quiet, so fucking cocky..” You mumbled, moving your hips up and down. Your mind was practically telling you to stop, that he was your enemy, you weren’t supposed to end up fucking. 

It’s not like you could stop anyways. As much as you hated Jake, as much as your rivalry ran deep, he just felt too good to stop.

Jake leaned back, watching the way your hips desperately moved, watching the way you slide up and down with some sort of urgency that was mixed with lust.

“Yea, can’t be calling me stupid now when you’re bouncing all up on my cock like a whore.” 

His gaze was fixed on your face, watching how your face contorted with pleasure, your plump lips opening to let out moans. 

It was a sight to see, and a sight he was going to keep in his memory. 

Jake’s hands held your hips in place, stopping your movement. One of his hands went to your hair, pulling you down onto his chest. Bringing his hips back, he thrusted into you with a force that you swore knocked the wind out of you.

His pace was rough and ruthless, fucking you dumb. All you could do was mewl and moan on his cock. You couldn’t even formulate a full sentence anymore, your body too lost in the euphoria. 

Then came back that familiar feeling again, ropes knotting in your stomach, coiling tight on each other. 

“Fuck- ‘s too much.. Jake-” You can’t help but let his name slip past your lips, your orgasm building up with such an intense and quick force, overwhelming your senses.

“What’s wrong, pretty girl? Gonna come for me?” Jake let out a low chuckle, hand finding its way to your bottom, holding one of your asscheeks before giving it a spank. 

The sensation and burn of it sent you overboard, coming around his cock as he drilled into you. Your lips fell open with a moan as your body shook, waves of pleasure crashing down on you in intense waves.

After a few more thrusts on Jakes end, he was spilling inside you. A low grunt coming to the surface as he held you in place, face burying into the crook of your neck.

For a few moments, you both laid there, just trying to process everything. You slid off him, finding your loincloth and adjusting it back on. You tossed Jake his loincloth, not even looking him in the eye.

You probably couldn’t even look yourself in the eyes after that. How tense things were going to be with the next following days.

You just got yourself into a mess that had only 2 endings. 

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[ghoultrifle]

thinking bout the ghouls at a theme park

it's a fun day out from papa as a reward for one (1) whole week without an Incident

despite being a literal creature summoned from the depths of hell, phantom is terrified by the ghost train/house of horrors. no one warned him there'd be jumpscares, they all told him it was a Pit simulator :(

cirrus and rain treat it as a people watching day, setting up camp in a picnic area and hoarding ginger and dramamine for when a ghoul inevitably feels ill

cumulus, dew, and swiss have to be put on a leash between rides because they're so excitable (turns out humans don't take kindly to biting, it was only a nip and cumulus just couldn't contain herself). they go on EVERYTHING even the kiddy rides. they report back to rain and cir every so often like kids at a playground

mountain and aether spend the day getting kicked off rides because mountain is simply too tall, my man's a safety hazard. they leave early and fuck nasty while the den is empty

aurora racks up hundreds of pounds on the ministry's credit card in the gift shop, "oh this bat plushy looks lonely, better buy it a friend", "well i've bought two i might as well buy another", "ooh a bendy pencil and a piece of plastic that slaps around your wrist, how can i lose!"

papa regrets everything and thinks about leaving the church forever (this is actually how we get papa v)

[t4tpumpkinduo]

if those text post about the sa stuff is about cq i am baffled with how blind someone has to be to be that bad at media literacy and racist hello

no like. lmao it's super abt cq and yeah. it's horrible.✌️ i like don't even know where to begin w what an awful take it is. can we be people.

it's just uhh. well. imo not good to take v v lighthearted joke/outta context bits that aren't given narrative weight and then spin them into something they Never Were for some like. idk. leeway? is that what it is? leveling the playing field? i see this talk abt cquackity frm a lot of ppl (v consistently in cdr*blr, just to paint a picture lmao.) but the one that makes me the saddest is frm ppl who rlly like cschlatt and wnna fight back at his unjust bigoted fanon treatment by being unjust and bigoted to. another character?  like. ok? 😭

the worst thing is, for the second group, (first group don't matter i'm not wasting my time arguing w ppl like that), is that it's coming from ppl who are like. all things considered completely right abt cschlatt! it's absolutely correct to get upset abt an addict being demonized, having all his actions taken in the worst faith imaginable. having joke bits that don't have narrative weight treated as hard canon when that's not the case at all, just to paint some stupid picture that woobifies and dilutes other characters at his textually supposed to be sympathetic expense. it's ridiculous! that's all true!! cschlatt sweep forever that's my special princess like i agree!!!

so if you can understand that taking bits where he's like slapping cqs ass, or making boy prostitute jokes at cfundy, or batting people around jokingly/w no narrative weight are clearly meant to be at most shitty jests w no added pressure to them, and painting it as smthing else is disingenuous and transparent. why the hell are you taking like this abt cquackity then 😭 why the hell are HIS actions suddenly being scrutinized w the same rightfully critiqued incorrect lense! it's just sowugrrugrbrfnjfk

and on top of that, you cannot divorce the way ppl look at things and the way they filter them. like uhh for example. there's a stream where ckarl just like drugs cquackity. he puts heroin in his shit and it causes him a psychotic break and q chases the guy like an animal abt it for quite a while until he sobers up. ckarl also called him like ugly and stupid and unlikable and at one point hunted him down with an axe across the map bcs he left him at a joke altar. and i have never once in my life seen ppl freak out at ckarl abt it and go ohhh he must be a secret abuser oooh. BECAUSE THAT'S NOT TRUE AND SHOULD NEVER BE A TALKING POINT IN THE FIRST PLACE 😭 OBVIOUSLY!!! it's not supposed to be taken that way in the narrative at all. ckarl is explicitly a good guy, who means well and likes playing pranks on his friends who he loves dearly enough to sacrifice himself for them over and over. there's no awful weight to these actions he's playing his damn touys. when shit is meant to be held to a standard it literally just is held to it the dsmp isn't subtle there's no way around it. and if smone tried to tell you anything different abt it the ridicule they'd deserve would be astronomical.

ctubbo tried to drown ctommy and spent the whole time giggling abt it. that doesn't mean ctubs is some kinda freak abt it because it's treated in the narrative as a bit. ctommy hits and lashes out at cjack a lot. it's never treated or supposed to be taken as ctommy fucking abusing him. 😭 cschlatt and cq make jokes at eachother and it just point blank is never coded in any other way than them doing bits and speaking in freak tongues and having gay ghost sex infront of cq's fucking dad and being light hearted assholes to eachother until we get to the scenes where weight IS being applied. and even then it's not abusive it's human conflict between equals. like fuck's sake.

and idk. like i said, it rlly is interesting that it's applied to those character specifically. and the hypocritical gross ass double standard of it all is suddenly like. so ignorable huh how weird. so you see specifically the addict character who's at most an asshole as some uniquely scary demon evil abuser despite him not being that at all. you see this mentally ill deeply psychotic dude who's at most an asshole and think he's a violent freak who beats his brother even though he clearly isn't. you see this brown character, one of the ONLY ones, and suddenly yr stumbling over yrself abt how he's a violent assaulter and also fantasy racist to white characters despite all the. wow yr rlly cool and normal and not transparent at all hahaha. wow. hah. what a world.

anyways yeah like. i'm not gnna engage w this fuckass topic no more gensrs. it's bad for my blood sugars it's bad for my liver i've said my piece i'm done i'm sick of it. 👍 i'm just gnna start blocking even more ppl and focusing on the good of the fanbase instead. sucks that it's so common and unchecked but whatttt can you do except keep sending ghouls and devils to their addresses. if you have this wack ass "interpretation" do us both a favor and fucking block me. sword slash through the chest and you're on fire.

[quinloki]

Idk if this is considered ‘good shit’ but imma hit you with it anyways

It’s so wonky trying to figure out a good ‘lore’ for my oc/self insert that could work with many blorbos and I think I finally got it down but then I’m like ugh you’re making a Mary sue AND WHO CARES this is just for in my brain why does it matter ;-;

Growing up in the Mary sues are awful era really made it so anytime I wanna make my oc interesting I’m like oh is it too much? Too op? Too cool of a backstory? But she’s for my brain so why does it matter

It’s wild tho I’ve always used her in my brain but one piece is the one that’s really stuck and made me wanna think of her background in relation to that

I think my struggle rn is in all the time I’ve had her she’s always had like wind powers. So does she eat a devil fruit, but idk if I want her to eat one bc then she can’t swim, but that doesn’t seem within the realm of normal powers in the op universe without eating a devil fruit. And I have another option so it’s not like the only thing, it just seems weird since that’s what she always had.

I’m over complicating it I’m sure bc this is literally just for my own personal enjoyment but still my brain wants to be logical about it for some reason 🙄🙄

I also find one piece outfits kind of difficult bc it’s such a mix of modern and older styles I’m like what won’t look weird

ONCE AGAIN FOR THE THINGS IN MY HEAD WHY AM I LIKE THIS 😂😂😂

Oh man the very concept of Mary Sue just makes me Seethe - and not the things people apply it to, but the way it’s used. If memory serves it actually started as a positive thing

And then just

Got turned so derisive >.<

Ah, but honestly - I think you should proudly write a character who bends or breaks whatever rules you want them too. It’s fun, for one, hurts absolutely no one for two - whether you keep it to yourself or share your stories.

RP communities often have guidelines, so unless you’re dealing with that, who cares? Have fun \o/

Write cringe diamonds, cringe trash, Mary Sue v 1.0 or 2.0 or whatever. Relish the x reader and the self insert. Have one bat wing and one angel wing or whatever and your character is the cause of wars she’s so godsdamned gorgeous- just

Enjoy whatever you do.

If she has wind powers from birth that’s not too out there anyway. The Minks all light up like Tesla Coils from birth, there’s no reason there can’t be another tribe - rare or lost or whatever - that had something similar. Hells, what’s his face winged-angel-gimp-daddy has magic fire powers.

And also I think it’d be great if she let people think she had a DF and then just like, yote herself into the sea for whatever reason.

That’s my two cents ^_^

[boxwinebaddie]

how many piercings does rm stan have?

...so many, anon.

So...So...Many.

he also quite literally wants more but management implemented a urgent ravenstanban on him putting more holes & reckless, ~juvenile~ piercings on the 'Face of PunkRock Super Band Crimson Dawn'.

he complained soooo much!!!! he was like Okay But Kenny Got To—and they were like raven, kenny is kenny!!!! kenny plays bass and wears the skull face mask, you are The Lead Singer Of The Band, smh.

laaaaame!!!! whack!!!!

why does everyone hate fun and Hot Boy Shit?

speaking of!

welcome to the ravenstan piercing whore couTOUR. <3

( i got weirdly specifically & passionate abt this — soz )

so he has his eyebrow pierced — it's his left one. one of my favorite things i've written lately is that the two dots go from being a colon to a semi-colon when he furrows his brow, haha. he also does wiggle his eyebrow at little kids at the childrens hospital to make them laugh. also the eyebrow piercing has no significance...i just think its cool, lol. but pep!stan wanted to pierce his eyebrow so raven is living his dream...which is actually a nightmare tbh...being a rockstar sucks. :/

i think his nose is pierced in two places? i want to say he's got a lil nose ring on the left side also and his septum is pierced...love u rae. i feel like the nose ring is usually just a lil silver ring moment or its a stud if he...can't find a nose ring...he loses everything, jersey does organize all his lil emo boy hot topic jewelry later btw. i think that happens even before they're dating bc kyle worries abt him, aaa!

anyways! i think the septum is also p standard, like usually its just the little spheres on the ends, sometimes cool spikes happen? i think they were stars once bc i love starboy stan -- but i also saw this really sick one on pinterest that is bat shaped and i got OBSESSED w/ it! i think that happens sometimes on special occasions bc its COOL!!!!

okay...uhhhhh, so his ears are pierced like Everywhere. in every possible place. i think a lot of them are also just little ring moments, studs and stuff, but his industrial is in and i do think R-A-V-E-N is engraved on it, also sometimes there are little lightning bolts or spikes or xs or lil emo boy crosses hanging off the armada of ear piercings on ravens ears that match the big cross earring which i feel like...looks like this? when the big cross isn't in i feel like its usually something sick like OMG ONE TIME IT WAS A BIG SWORD??? or like a skeleton guy hanging off!!! an anatomically correct human heart?

speaking of skulls and skeletons and things!!!!! THE ICONIQUE RAVEN LIP RING!!!!!! it is just a normal ring sometimes like everything else, but i think the ravenstan signature is the one that looks like a sick ass skeleton hand like??? HELLO??? HES SO COOL?

speaking of being rlly cool, if hes feel really spicy, i feel like he breaks out the crazy hot boy lip ring chain that connects to his ear? idk how to explain that...like This? like the edgy lip ring chain cuff? either way, i am obsessed, he is giving half mexican rockstar miyamura from horimiya. and that's so real bc izumi is gods secret emo angel tbh.

the lipring chain thing...does make kyle extremely feral, btw. like the lip ring in general already makes him feral but...Whew! also i do think he has a little chain that matches the sun and moon one on kyle's glasses BC THEY ARE GAY AND REALLY EXTRA AND MATCH!!!!

ravesey is truly a opposites attract-ive uber fine as hell mega sexy power couple i love them so badddd!!!! pleeease kiss me aaaaa

okay so listen hES NOT ALLOWED TO GET HIS NIPPLES PIERCED AND RAVEN WAS LIKE BOO YOURE ALL SO LAME!!!!! but hes quite literally not supposed to draw attention to the chest area ( which...is that why they put him in the tiny little pants? but also they do still put him in the tiny shirts...however as scandy as he is 25/8 no one has EVER seen raven of crimson w/o a shirt on and everyone is down absolutely horrendous about it...kyle...included...*sprays w/ water* )

also the ex cd guitarist ( who was also a college student, particularly in the area of pre-med/being a surgeon ) was like so i did a lot of research and after top surgery, trying to get pierce things around there is not a good idea, its not super safe also, ur nips could fall off.

and ravenstan was like omg ur being Paranoid!!! itll be fine and then one day, oh my GOD, it was just the guys being dudes and it was 147309473 degrees in the CD manwhoresion bc its old af and ravenstan whipped his shirt off and everyone was staring at him and he was like Jesus Christ You Guys Quit Objectifying Me skdlhs and they were like rAVEN YOU ONLY HAVE ONE NIP SLKHDSLKDLSKHDLKHDS AND HE WAS LIKE EXCUSE ME AND WAS LIKE OHHHHHHH MY GOD WHERE THE FUCK IS IT????

when i tell you they were screaming, crying and throwing up, on their hands and knees searching high and low, HEEEELP!!!! also dw, they found it BUT OHHHHHH MY GOD IT WAS SO FUNNY, he had to get it surgically reattached, all was well...but that dream died with like all of the sensation in his chest area p much...amazing.

but like…

are you really bros if u don't drop everything to look for ur other bros nipple graft & give him positive affirmations during his panic attack?

when i tell you the crimson dawn boys were soul bonded....i mean it. they were literally brothers, i love them but shit happens...smh.

OKAY LASTLY THO!!!!! so i think c.d. was raising money for charity bc they are my charity kings and kenny, being very unhinged, was like okay if we get This Many streams on blood moon i will pierce whatever part of ravens body u guys want wHILE RAVEN WAS IN THE BATHROOM?! IM FUCKING??? he came back and was like ok why is everyone laughing wtf was going on and kenny was like, dw worry just uh...how is ur pain tolerance...and do u have an innie or outie belly button for science and he was like eXCUSE ME KHJSLHS

anyways...they were sloshed, as per usje, it was NOT management approved they did it ON STREAM HELP, raven like PASSED OUT, incredible...oh my god. but now ravens belly button is pierced lmaooooooo, i am crying he was not stoked but he put the cool ass pentagram belly button piercing in and it matches the sick waist chain and hes kinda feeling himself tbh...hes so Fine...pray 4 kyle.

i think...that's it? he do b thinking about that nose chain piercing or the labret kENNY WAS TRYING TO HAVE HIM GET THE HIP ONES AND HE WAS LIKE KENNY NO MORE PIERCING THINGS ON THE LOWER HALF OF MY BODY GO TO HORNY JAIL!!!! like i personally think he would have slayed that w the edgy hip tattoos BUT ANYWAYS HES STANBANNED FROM PIERCINGS! but thats ok the only piercing hes looking forward to rn...is jerseys piercing gaze.

amen, gaymen, live laugh love ravesey world domination and hot boy ravenstan with all the fruity emo boy saucy lead singer boy piercings!

-uncle nina, who is surprised my son's belly button piercing did not get infected because that was seriously unethical and unsterile, also i'm still laughing abt raven losing a nipple, that was so unserious

[ghostbc-headcanons]

since it’s almost halloween do you have any hc’s about what the papas/ghouls would wear for halloween? and what if their s/o wanted to do a couples costume? :)

I WAS GONNA WRITE THIS PROMPT ANYWAYS I COMPLETELY FORGOT THIS WAS SENT IN!!! anywho HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! i hope you enjoy this post!!

CLERGY + HALLOWEEN COSTUMES

PAPA NIHIL: he'd probably go as a classic movie monster! if you asked, he'd be happy to do a couples costume with you!! he would immediately suggest the bride of frankenstein and, well, frankenstein because......... they're in love duh

PAPA I: this man fucking loves halloween are you shitting me. he dresses up every year and he has every single year and he'll NEVER STOP. his go-to costume is nosferatu (SHOUT OUT TO NOSFERATU PRIMO ANON i keep you in my thoughts all the time) he wouldn't mind doing a couples costume but he is very picky about halloween costumes so if you're willing and able to cooperate with him, then by all means go for it!

PAPA II: he's not as big on the costume thing as his brothers, to be honest. he's much more of a decorations guy he'll do really low effort costumes every year, literally just imagine him in like jim halperts 3-hole punch costume. that's secondo on halloween, he is that guy. so i think if he were to do a couples costume with you you'd REALLLY have to try and convince him. and even then it's probably gonna be so goofy LMAO

PAPA III: he goes over the top with his halloween costumes. i think he would definitely go as like a really glammed up version of elvira, heels and tights and exaggerated make-up galore!!! and of fucking course he'd do a couples costume with you, hell, he'd probably be the first to suggest it!

PAPA IV/COPIA: he feels like he's an animal costume kind of guy. i am feeling like he'd dress up as a bat with his sick as fuck bat cape harness thing or like. a sexy fire hydrant or something. does this make sense anyways he would love to do a couples costume, especially if it is a jokey one because the ones that are jokes (+ innuendos) are the best obviously

(bonus) SISTER IMPERATOR: goes gorey for sure! will make it look like she got impaled by a chainsaw (she is shockingly good at sfx?) also she would do a couples costume only if it is iconic or... well, gorey. or both

ERA V GHOULS ARE UNDER THE CUT cause this got longer than i expected it to be! :)

CIRRUS: winifred sanderson

CUMULUS: sarah sanderson

SUNSHINE: mary sanderson (OBVIOUSLY THEY'RE DOING A TRIO COSTUME)

DEWDROP: DID NOT WANT TO DRESS UP cause he's a little lamewad, but he was forced into a pumpkin costume

MOUNTAIN: hot dog

AETHER: ...banana. but sexy

RAIN: cat! he likes cats

SWISS: an angel because he thought it'd be funny

[songforeddiemunson]

Panic in Detroit 6

A Bartender!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader fix-it fic series.

Series Summary: It's the year 1991. Reader is fleeing an unendurable life in an attempt to start anew. A dangerous man hunts her, and she finds herself in a seedy corner of Detroit, working in a dive bar under a false name. Unbeknownst to her, her whole world is about to be thrown into an even worse tailspin, further complicated by a mysterious and handsome bartender with a complicated past of his own.

Series Warnings: Angst, trauma; there will be references to past domestic violence but nothing explicitly described. Coarse language, stressful situations, eventual smut and fluff. Slow burn. Minors DNI. Reader's description is vague apart from being AFAB, in an attempt to remain inclusive.

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Chapter Six: Miracle Goodnight

Chapter warnings: anxiety and coarse language, allusions to past domestic violence (not described), drinking (and underage drinking, oops), nightmares, steam, smut (oral, f & m receiving, p in v sex), fluff. This is the penultimate chapter my dears, only one more left! :(

Important Note: in this AU, it should be noted that Eddie did not get injured by the demobats in the upside down. Everything else happened according to canon, but then El shut Vecna down and the bats dropped before they could attack Eddie.

Word count: ~4.5k

PART FIVE

You opened your eyes, and you were in hell.

You didn’t know how you came to be in this place, where the darkness stole the light, a place of claustrophobia and fear, with the walls literally closing in on you. 

You wandered, alone and in the dark, searching for a way out of whatever hellscape you had fallen into. When you tried to cry out, it was as if the atmosphere snuffed out your words before they could travel. 

And yet…a laugh, a mocking and menacing laugh, echoed from somewhere nearby, unseen. Your heart quickened its pace; you knew that laugh well. It was the sick and insane laugh of a killer. Jake.

You felt along dirty walls that were so close you could barely pass through them, and you knew that if your fear broke loose and you ran, he would get you in the end.

You rounded a corner, and screamed when you collided with someone, but the scream died in your throat when you saw that it was Eddie.

“Cassidy,” he moaned, and when he opened his mouth to speak, it was full of blood.

You awakened with a start, your eyes scanning the dim room quickly to assess your surroundings. You let out a shaky exhale when you remembered you were in a Motel 6, and you turned your head to find Eddie sleeping peacefully beside you. You paused for a moment to look at him; he looked cherubic, with his dark curls splayed out around him, his lips slightly parted, his cheeks pinkened from either sleep or your previous exercitations; perhaps both. 

The dull yet not unpleasant ache between your legs reminded you of those exercitations in the form of some rather vigorous and incredible lovemaking, and your cheeks flushed in response to the memory.

He looked so angelic, so perfect, and your emotions were spiraling. Even though the last couple of hours had been better than great, everything was so overwhelming; it was all too much. You remembered your nightmare, and the blood, and your heart squeezed with fear. 

Fighting tears, you gently slid out of bed and put your borrowed boxers and t-shirt on. Though clean, Eddie's scent lingered on the soft and well-worn fabric, and you wrapped your forearms around yourself in a self-soothing gesture, taking deep breaths to steady your breathing and stem the tide of tears.

You glanced back over at him in the bed, sleeping so soundly, and you wished you could curl up beside him and forget the rest of the world existed.

You thought you might love this boy.

Eddie stirred, seeming to sense your tumult – or perhaps just your absence – and his eyes fluttered open. He saw you and smiled.

“Hey,” he said groggily as he stretched.

“Hi,” you said.

“You ok?” he asked, and he sat up, hugging his knees to his chest. The sheet covered his bottom half, but the way the lean muscles in his arms and back flexed as he moved was more than a little distracting.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

He could tell something was off. You had only known each other for a couple of months, but he was learning how to read you rather quickly. It didn’t hurt that you wore your emotions on your sleeve; you never were very good at hiding them.

“Cassidy….”

“I’m okay.”

“Come here,” he commanded, opening his arms.

You couldn’t resist him, so you sat on the bed and let him wrap his arms around you. “Are you thinking scary thoughts?” he asked, his voice muffled by your hair.

“I had a nightmare,” you said. “It was just a stress dream, I’m fine.”

“Oh babe. Here I was, hoping to revel in my post-O glow a little longer before going back to the unpleasant stuff.” he chuckled. You couldn’t help but smile a little, but that knot in your stomach wasn’t going anywhere. He pulled away enough to look at you; to take in your worried expression and see your reddened eyes. He rubbed your back soothingly. “It’s going to be okay,” he said softly.

“I don’t know,” you said, disentangling yourself from Eddie’s arms and standing up again to pace the room. Eddie leaned over the side of the bed and pulled a pair of sweatpants out of the duffle bag on the floor before sliding them on and standing up.  He walked over to you and tried to wrap his arms around you, but you gently pushed away from him. As safe as he helped you feel; as much as you would love to reside in his embrace until the end of your days, your anxiety was getting the better of you, and you needed space. 

You saw the flash of hurt in his eyes at your rejection, but he masked it quickly.

“Babe, it’s going to be okay. Detective Danko is taking this seriously. She called the feds; they're going to get him,” he said, his tone one of quiet determination. He so desperately wanted you to believe it.

“I don’t know. I hope so, but the damn guy has a way of evading justice, and I can’t have your blood on my hands Eddie, I can’t.”

“Is this about your nightmare?” he asked as he stepped toward you.

You took a step back.

“It doesn’t matter,” you said, and a tear dropped from your cheek and landed on your foot. You stared at it.

“Do you…do you regret what we did?” Eddie asked, and you knew that if you looked at his face you would fall to pieces.

“No, but I still think it may have been a mistake,” you said. “I shouldn’t have gotten involved with you. With anyone. But–”

“Oh you didn’t want to get involved with anyone,” Eddie said, and chuckled without humor. “You.” His tone oozed bitterness.

“Eddie–” you began, but he interrupted you.

“I wasn’t looking to make friends. Remember?” he said, closing the distance between you. You tried to step back again, but the back of your legs bumped the dresser.

“Stop running away from me. Please," he implored. You finally looked at him again, and his expression broke your heart. He looked frustrated, but most of all, he looked terribly sad. 

"Five fucking years I’ve been keeping my head down, just trying to live a quiet, boring, drama-free life," he continued. "And  then you walked through Tom’s door, and I haven't been the same since.”

“Eddie–”

“I’m not finished,” he hissed. “Even though I didn’t want to get involved with anyone, there you were. And god dammit, suddenly my mind was filled with thoughts of you. Fuck– I screwed up so many drinks because I was either staring at you, or off in la-la land thinking about you. All my plans, all of my best intentions went out the window, because I had no fucking choice anymore. I was done.”

You were speechless at this point, simply staring at his face as these words tumbled out of Eddie’s mouth, and the joy you felt at hearing these words warred with your fears, making you feel like you could go mad from the tumult of it all.

“I had no choice,” he repeated, more softly now, as he reached forward and took one of your hands. He lifted it to his mouth and brushed his lips against your knuckles. “And I’m not sorry, not one bit. I would do it all again." He kissed your fingers; once, then twice. 

The sound that escaped you could only be described as half gasp and half sob, but you barely had time to react before he placed a hand on the back of your head and pulled you in for a searing kiss. As your lips moved against his, as you pressed your body against him, you realized you were finished. 

You were officially all in for Eddie Munson. 

After a while, you pulled away and rested your head in the crook of his neck. “I just don’t want you to get hurt. I couldn’t handle it.” you said. 

“You have to stop worrying about me. This is far from being the worst thing I’ve had to deal with,” he said with a breathy chuckle.

“Well how am I supposed to know if you won’t tell me?” you teased.

His eyes roamed your face, you could practically hear the wheels turning in his head as he decided whether or not he should tell you. 

He wanted to. He wanted to tell you everything.

“Okay,” he said before a shaky exhalation. 

“Better settle in, because this story is long…and fucking insane.”

Eddie opted to sit at the little table at the other side of the motel room for the task of telling his tale, rather than lounge on the bed. There would be fewer distractions this way, he figured.

You went through nearly every emotion during the course of his story; shock, disbelief, horror, sadness, pride, and more. You were initially skeptical when he spoke of parallel worlds and monsters, but Eddie was clearly telling the truth, and Erica wasn’t kidding; he really was a hero.  It also explained why the earth suddenly opened up and swallowed Hawkins, but only Hawkins, something that hadn’t made much sense to you before, until now.

You did ask him many questions, and he patiently answered them to the best of his ability. You talked and talked for hours as the sun set on Christmas Day. 

His eyes were wide and afraid, searching your face for the disbelief he expected to receive from you. “You actually believe me?”

You reached across the table and took his hand. You gave it a little squeeze for reassurance. “I believe you, Eddie,” you replied.

His shoulders relaxed as if a weight had been lifted off of them. “You’re the first person I’ve told. The first one I’ve talked to about it who wasn’t actually there. I didn't think that I would ever tell anyone."

“I'm glad you did. Thank you for trusting me with this,” you said.

“Are you kidding? Thanks for not throwing me out of this room and your life.”

Any further retort was interrupted by a knock at the door, which startled you both.

“Perfect timing,” Eddie grumbled as he stood and headed to the door. He looked through the peephole before unlocking it and swinging it open. He burst out laughing when he saw Erica, and stepped aside, allowing her to come into the room.

“I hope I’m not interrupting,” Erica said, and when you saw her, you started laughing too. She sauntered into the room wearing a holiday-themed elf hat, adorned with jingle bells. In one hand she held a carton of eggnog, and in the other, a bottle of Jack Daniels.

“What are you doing with whiskey?” Eddie nearly yelled in his incredulity. “You’re seventeen!”

“Psh, are you gonna ground me or something?” Erica snapped. She looked at you. “This guy used to sell drugs to teenagers and he’s worried about a little whiskey on Christmas.”

“You were a drug dealer?” You laughed in earnest, and it felt damn good. 

“Oh did I leave that out?” Eddie said, reddening. “It was only weed! Usually!”

You clutched your stomach in your hilarity. “Usually? Oh my god…” you wheezed.

“Leave what out of what? Oh, did you finally tell her?” Erica asked, her eyebrows raised.

He nodded. 

“Looks like she took it well.”

Eddie smiled, his eyes meeting yours. “She’s a trooper. But!” he continued, his focus shifting back to Erica, a finger pointed in her face. “Have your whiskey, you traitor. I’m not your dad. But for god’s sake, be careful!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Erica rolled her eyes as she set the drinks on the table. "Put on a damn shirt, Munson. Let's get our drink on. Merry fucking Christmas!"

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had so much fun. The three of you nearly finished the eggnog and whiskey, laughing until the small hours of the morning. Drunk Eddie was delightfully handsy, everyone was hilarious, and when Erica finally stumbled back to her own room at 3am, he wasted no time pressing you into the mattress with sloppy kisses. 

Your giggling gave way to sighs as he kissed down the length of your body, pulling off clothes– yours and his– as he went.  He trailed kisses along your stomach. “Hello belly button,” he said when he reached your navel, making you grin happily.

He pulled off your boxers in one smooth motion, and without waiting, he slid his arms under your ass and grasped your hips. He dipped his head between your legs. “Hello milady,” he said. 

“Did you just call my vagina milady, you dork?” you asked between hiccups of laughter.

“She deserves respect,” Eddie said. “Shush now.”  You attempted to stop laughing with limited success until you felt his warm tongue on your flesh, and that properly shut you up, apart from your gasps and sighs.

As the minutes ticked by, those unfortunate enough to still be awake at that hour would bear witness to the serenade of yours and Eddie's joyful sex. The bedsprings made evident the tempo of your lovemaking, accompanied by the cacophony of moans that carried on into the predawn hours. Thank heavens Erica was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

By the time the two of you collapsed in an exhausted heap, neither of you could stay awake another moment. As your eyes fluttered shut, held fast in the arms of your boyfriend, you felt more safe and at peace than you had in quite a while, and you were deliriously happy.

Eddie was the one, after all.

Five more days passed at the motel. Detective Danko was kind enough to keep you apprised of the investigation whenever you called her, but sadly, there was no news to tell.  Jake was good at staying below the radar when he wanted to, which didn’t quell your anxiety in the slightest.  Eddie, for his part, tried to be a steadying force for you, but his anxiety was also through the roof. As long as Jake remained on the loose and uncaught, you would not be safe, and it was beginning to take a toll on both your nerves.

“Maybe… maybe he gave up and moved on?” Eddie offered after another disappointing call with Danko.

“Yeah that makes sense,” you said, your tone dripping with sarcasm. “He came all the way to Detroit after chasing me for months, found me, and then just gave up and went home.”

“Sorry,” Eddie mumbled, the hurt he felt at your sharp tongue painted across his face. “I just thought, maybe….”

“No, no, I’m sorry,” you said, feeling like a total twat and closing the distance between yourselves. You pulled him in for a tight hug. “I’m just stressed. I shouldn’t have snapped at you.” You squeezed him for a second and then pulled away to look at his face. “I think I’m starting to go crazy, being cooped up in here.”

Eddie chuckled. “I don’t blame you babe, it’s okay.” He sighed. “I just…I wish I could get ahold of Tom.” He flopped onto the bed like a frustrated child and stared at the ceiling. “His mother’s contact info in Florida was in his office, so that’s gone.”

“I know, I feel so awful about all of that,” you said.

Eddie sat up quickly, fixing you with a stern look. “No. Do NOT feel bad. I just wish I could give him a call and warn him, so he doesn’t get the shock of his life when he comes back.”

“I know. Danko told me she looked into it, but without knowing his mom’s name, there’s not much we can do.” You wrung your hands in frustration.

“Hey, c’mere,” Eddie said, and held his hands out to you. You walked into his arms, and he pulled you onto the bed. You giggled, which dispelled some of the tension that was strangling you. He peppered your face with kisses; some were chaste pecks, others were big and sloppy, making you squirm and laugh in earnest.

“It’ll be okay,” he said. “We may be stuck here, but at least we’re safe, and together.”

“Happy to be stuck with you,” you murmured, chasing his lips.

“Like the Huey Lewis song,” he cooed between kisses.

“Mmmmm,” you said; your next kiss was deeper.

A knock at the door stopped you from going any further, and Eddie sat up with an annoyed grunt before getting up and walking across the room. He checked the peephole before unlocking and opening the door.

Erica entered, laden with a few brown paper shopping bags. “Oh god, Erica, you are a lifesaver,” you groaned.  Erica had been your connection to the outside world, running any necessary errands and doing your shopping, but you felt awful about it.

“I know,” Erica said. “You guys owe me big time, but it’s no problem.” Her eyes glinted with good humor as she set the bags down on the dresser.

“Honestly, Erica,” Eddie said, “you don’t have to hang around. I’m sure you have a life to get back to.”

“Oh please,” she said. “This is the most interesting week I’ve had in years. Besides, I just called my mom this morning. She still thinks I’m off looking at colleges.”

“Well, regardless, thank you,” you said sincerely. “And yes, we do owe you big time,” you finished with a laugh.

“I was just kidding about that,” Erica waved you off. “Eddie and me…we’re square. Always will be. So, I'm staying put until this bullshit is settled."

Eddie beamed.

“You’re definitely my favorite Sinclair,” he said with a grin.

“Well that shouldn't take a genius to figure out, Munson,” Erica said, and burst out laughing.

New Year’s Eve marked day six of your confinement at the Motel 6. 

As you slowly awakened that morning, you felt Eddie curled around you in the “big spoon” position, his steady, peaceful breaths giving away the fact that he was still sound asleep.  You shifted, and he rolled onto his back without waking up.

You stared at him a moment, thinking about how– despite everything you had been through– you were unbelievably fortunate to have stumbled into Eddie’s life. Those feelings did continue to war with feelings of guilt over the chaos you had brought to his life, but if you ever aired them out loud, Eddie would shut you down. He would remind you that it was not your fault you fell for the wrong guy, not your fault he was crazy, not your fault, not your fault, not your fault. You knew that– in theory. It still didn’t change the way you felt.

But now, as you looked upon his sleeping countenance; his long eyelashes resting on his cheeks in slumber, his plump, relaxed lips glistening in the dim light; you felt a wave of affection so overwhelming you thought you might drown in it.

You decided to show him a little appreciation, and disappeared under the covers.

It was easy to gain access to all of him, as the two of you had gotten into the habit of sleeping in the buff.  You found his semi-stiff member and without wasting a moment, you slipped your lips over his tip and slid his shaft as far into your mouth as you could without gagging.

It was no more than half a second before the covers were whipped off of you, and you heard his groggy voice say, “What–” before you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked on his dick. “Ah fuck,’ he gasped. “Good morning.”

He pushed himself up onto his elbows in order to get a better look at you as you sucked him, and his breathing took on a new tempo as you slid your lips along the length of him, bringing him to full hardness with your mouth. You released his cock with a small pop, and licked up his shaft, circling the head with your tongue and tasting his saltiness. “Good morning,” you replied finally, and your eyes met his. 

“Come here,” he said, his voice thick with arousal and sleep. You crawled up the length of his body and settled in his lap, twining your fingers gently into his tousled hair, feeling his tip prod your folds. Eddie’s cock was slick from your saliva, so you lifted your hips and sank down onto his length with ease. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, and he kissed along your neck as you undulated your hips in acclimation.

You removed one hand from his hair and grasped the headboard behind Eddie’s head for extra leverage, and then began to rock your hips, keeping the thrusts shallow, bouncing languidly along his length. 

“God, you feel so good,” Eddie gasped, and you increased your pace, sliding further up and down the length of his cock as your walls adjusted to his girth, grinding down onto him. He met your thrusts by driving up into you, and with every snap of his hips he hit that special place, that inner g-spot that had you devolving into a mess of moans and sighs. 

You kissed along his sharp jawline and he sucked a new hickey into your neck as you rode him, the sensation of his lips and teeth on your neck nearly sending you over the edge, the electric pleasure building and intensifying inside your depths. Your rhythm faltered as you neared your climax, so Eddie held your hips steady and fucked up into you as your orgasm washed over you. 

“Oh god… Eddie,” you cried as the waves receded, shuddering, and you hugged yourself to him even tighter as he thrust up to his own conclusion. He released his hold on your neck and kissed you deeply as his own pace sputtered, and as he came into your depths, he sighed: 

“I fucking love you.”

You stopped, stunned. Brown eyes met yours, unabashed and unashamed.

“What did you–” you started.

“I said, I fucking love you,” he repeated, and he smoothed your hair away from your face to dip in for a sweet kiss.  “And not just because you woke me up with a blow job, the fantasy of literally every human with a cock,” he laughed softly.  

For a moment your mind went blank. The last time someone said that to you, he definitely didn’t mean it. He used you, hurt you, and he was incapable of love. Eddie sensed your hesitation and looked away quickly.

“Uh, it’s okay though, you don’t need to say it back, no pressure.” 

He misunderstood you, and that snapped you back to focus. “Oh Eddie,” you sighed as tears pricked your eyes.

“I fucking love you too.”

After a lot more kissing and a steamy tandem shower, it was time to eat some breakfast; you had definitely worked up an appetite. Being cooped up in a motel room for a week with nothing else to do did have some perks.

Eddie was finishing up a shave in the bathroom while you dressed. 

“I’m going to run and grab a fresh bucket of ice,” you called. He leaned out of the bathroom door, his face still half covered with shaving cream, razor in-hand. 

“Wait, just gimme a sec and I’ll go,” Eddie replied before disappearing back into the bathroom.

“Eddie, I think I can go to the ice machine that is like, 30 feet outside the door,” you said.

"What?" he called, but you ignored him, grabbing the ice bucket and heading outside, leaving the door ajar as you went.

The ice machine was across the parking lot of the motel, on the outside of the smaller building that served as the motel's office. Your breath plumed out around you in the cold late-December air as you hurried across the lot, your feet crunching on gravel as you went. Damn, I should have brought a jacket, it’s cold as fuck, you thought to yourself. 

You smiled to yourself as the ice loudly dropped into the small plastic bucket. Eddie loves me, you thought. I knew I loved him but he actually loves me back. You flashed back to your terrified arrival in Detroit, the furthest you had been from home your whole life. You remembered how your plan was to stay for maybe a week or two tops before moving on again, and how all of those plans went delightfully awry because you fell for a long-haired, doe-eyed boy with pain and beauty in his heart. Jake may have caught up to you, but you wouldn’t trade anything at this point. Not Tom’s Tavern, not your sanity, and most definitely not your love for Eddie. It would all be worth it, in the end.

You capped the bucket and headed back to the motel room, picking up your pace as you went, already wishing you were snuggled back under the covers with Eddie.

You were wondering what you were going to order for breakfast and had nearly reached the motel room door when a hand clamped down over your mouth. You only had a second to register a flash of adrenaline and an acrid aroma before your world went dark.

“Hello bitch,” Jake growled with a smirk.

Eddie finished up his shave and toweled off his face. He couldn't hear what you said with the water running a couple of minutes ago, but apparently you decided it could wait until he was done. Mmmm, I could go for bacon, he thought to himself as he dressed. Bacon and pancakes. No, french toast. His stomach rumbled its approval.

"Hey," he called as he exited the bathroom. "How about bac--"

The words died in his throat. The room was empty, and it had cooled down about twenty degrees since the door had been left ajar for these last several minutes.

Eddie's heart started beating so hard that if anyone entered the room, he thought they might be able to hear it. A wave of dizziness hit him so abruptly that his hand flew out to brace himself against the bathroom doorway. All of his other senses began to dim save the thudding in his ears, and he fought off the nausea that assaulted him.

He knew. He was certain. He could feel it in his bones the way one feels the absolute certainty of self.

With a shaking hand that moved slowly as if underwater, he reached for the bedside phone to call Detective Danko.

PART SEVEN

Author's note: Thank you for reading! Sorry about another cliffhanger, but apparently that's how I roll. I don't want to spoil much, but this WILL have a happy ending, so try not to worry! But things are going to get worse before they get better. Only one chapter left! As always, comments and reblogs are a treasure. Thank you!

[mrs-monaghan]

I've been wondering something. Ok, so you know how Jk is always debunking tkkr stuff, right? But it seems like Jimin doesn't debunk yoonmin. In fact, yoonminers are thriving right now lol

Like if Tae or Jk talked about each other as much as Jimin talks about Suga, the shippers would explode. Or like how Jimin is participating with Yoongi in his promo stuff like the thing that Yoongi uploaded today where Jimin is scolding him. Or Jimin naming is mossball Suga. Just little random mentions.

If Jk or Tae did that in their stuff, Jikookers would be going insane. But literally no one is talking about yoonmin lol except yoonminers (and me, I guess).

I just don't get why Jimin talks about Yoongi all the time (like Tae does with Jk) except that Jimin is actively participating in stuff with Yoongi often, and not just name dropping like Tae does.

I hope this makes sense. It was hard to sort my thoughts out.

You need to understand one thing first. At first, most Yoonminers were Tkkrs because they needed somewhere to shove Jimin. Right? To keep him away from JK?? But Jikook continued to Jikook and so they became Jimin antis. You know how we call Jhope the Jikook president? Well, they used to call Jimin their president 😂😂

But now they loath him because they see what we see: JK's love and treatment for Jimin is way more and way different than that of any other member. Than that of V. So now I do think the majority of Yoonminers left are genuine ones. I mean they're wrong, they're always gonna be wrong...but I don't blame them for thinking Yoonmin is real.

As we have stated before many times, Suga is one sus mofo, alright? It is what it is.

Jikookers let me call u out for a second here while we are on the topic of name dropping, can we talk about the fact that Suga name drops Jimin ALL THE TIME and no one ever bats an eye? But wait until V name drops JK and all hell breaks loose

But okay, fine I get it. Tkkrs are pieces of shit who attack Jimin for the smallest things so u would rather V not do the thing. But, for all we know JK could be V's favourite member, right?

I mean, he's clearly not JK's favourite member but ain't nothing wrong with JK's being V's...no?

If Tae or JK did that in their stuff Jikookers would be going insane.

They would anon. They would and they will if some Tkk unit thingi happens. But u have to understand, the vermin are the root of all evil.

Did you know that Vminers think Vmin are married? Like genuinely. Like they literally think Jimin and V are married? Did you know that Jinkookers believe that Jin and JK are a thing? 🤢🤮 Like, legitimately? That the Osaka live it was Jin hiding in the bathroom? They have their own analysis and everything. And don't even get me started on Minimonis.

What am I saying? We have other hard-core Jimin and JK shippers out there but they are not as toxic as the vermin. I mean, don't go into their space and try to argue with them because they will eat you alive, but they believe what they believe and there ain't nothing we can do about it.

If Tae or JK talked about each other as much as Jimin talks about Suga, the shippers would implode.

True. But here's the thing. When Yoonmin are in the same room, we have bickering, Suga all over Jimin which again, no one seems to have an issue with, and we have them complimenting eo and just them being them. Which is something they've done for years. But when Jimin is just on his own talking about Suga, its about how much the dude supports him, its about work, mostly. Not all the time but mostly. But yes, Jimin does adore Suga, that much is clear. But....don’t forget, he adores other members too. Yes, Suga is his favourite rapper, yes, his favourite line out of all BTS songs is by Suga (JK was the only one who knew this btw) Yes, his Nevermind tattoo is from a verse by Suga, yes, he named his mosball Suga, and the list goes on. (Ps- Jimin appearing in Suga's skit while I'm sure both parties were down for it, it was the company's idea. So that doesn't count) But u won't catch Jimin treating Suga any different than he treats any other member. To add to this I'll post a screenshot of my friend who puts it perfectly

i.e: -Anyone with eyes can see Jimin is way closer to JK and Jhope than he is to Suga. -There's nothing for Jimin to debunk because Suga when he name drops Jimin he's not insinuating...well, things. And he tells it like it is. He doesn't exergerrate.

-Jimin treats Suga like he does other members.

-Jikookers have way more logic than the vermin and use their brains how they're supposed to; To think. And be smart.

Yoonminers are thriving right now lol.

Yes. I'm still side eying the company on these constant Yoonmin parings. Like why tf would Suga be promoting Busan with Jimin? Why not Jimin and JK?

They're the ones actually from Busan?!?!?!?!

Anyway, anon. At the end of the day, Tkkrs a.k.a the vermin are the problem. They're the issue. If they weren't so fucking mentally deficient, Jikookers wouldn't have an issue with certain things that V does. But alas!

[snippychicke]

For the Sake of a Smile(V.2) Chapter One

Title: For Sake of a Smile (Revised)

Overall Rating: Mature (18+)

Chapter Rating: E for Everyone 

Trigger warnings: Nothing beyond the child abuse hinted in the series, though we do explore the consequences a bit more.

Main Pairing: Balam Shichiro/Reader

Summary: Hell on earth was your motto for your job. Granted, you were pretty sure earth really was hell, considering the shit you had seen in your life. And the fact your coworker was a child. 

A child named Suzuki Iruma, in fact. A kid who’s life was decidedly worse than yours, but yet he smiled despite everything. It wasn’t long after meeting him that you decided you’d do a lot for his smile. Including summoning a literal demon and signing your soul away.

But as it turns out, hell (The Netherworld, actually) was a lot better than living on earth. Demons were more humane than a lot of humans you knew.

And Iruma’s smile wasn’t the only one that would change your life.

Masterlist | Ao3| Mairimashitai! Simps Discord

The candles lining the room flickered as a dark wind swept angrily around you. You could hear Iruma's ‘parents’ whimper in fear as they pressed themselves near the door. They had begged you not to summon the demon - obviously terrified of the supernatural beast - but you didn't care. If anything, it strengthened your resolve.

All you could think of was Iruma's smile. His innocent laugh, and how he beamed under the most basic niceties.

If this was true; If they sold that boy to a demon, and sent him to hell, you were going to snap. And honestly, you were afraid what kind of damage your rage could cause.

The demon crawled out of the floor stained with blood from your own hand that painted the seal. First large hands ending in large black nails, monstrous black wings, and long horns set against a bald head. Harsh, glowing eyes glared at you from behind glasses as the demon Sullivan stood to his full glory, nearly twice your height.

"Who dares to summon me?" He growled, and you couldn't help but tremble slightly in fear.

No. Think of Iruma.

"I did," You stated as you stood taller and met his glare. "I want to trade places with Suzuki Iruma in hell. But, I also want him to go to a better home. With people that will love and cherish him."

Sullivan seemed surprised by your words, pausing before he crouched down to look at you closer. "Suzuki Iruma cannot leave the Netherworld. Once a human soul enters into a contract, it cannot leave."

His words pierced your heart, and for a moment you wallowed in horror. He was stuck in hell? All alone? You could only imagine what was happening to him, recalling myths and legends of how demons loved to torture humans.

"Then… Then I want to be with him," You said, meeting his eyes once more. "I sell myself to you, so that I may be by Iruma's side, so he's not all alone in hell."

He tilted his head, stroking his small goatee thoughtfully. "Why would you do such a thing? The child is nothing to you."

"He is not nothing!" You argued, hearing those same words from his parents earlier. "He's an innocent child! There isn't a wicked bone in that boy's body! I may not be related to him, but I love him as if he was my little brother, or even my own son! He didn't deserve the shit his parents put him through, and he definitely doesn't deserve to be all alone in hell, thinking no one loves him!"

A smile spread across his face, and the fact a demon looked excited and pleased by your words didn't bode well for you. "Offer accepted."

Dark smoke suddenly clouded your vision, your body feeling strange as you batted it away and coughed. When it cleared you were sitting at a desk ; Sullivan at the other side, in an office that looked ancient but well kept - brightly lit by the tall windows behind the demon.

"Let's discuss your contract then," Sullivan clapped happily, a smile on his face. The difference gave you whiplash as he pulled out a piece of paper from his desk and grabbed a pen. "Lets see, in return for being here in the Netherworld with Iruma to guarantee his safety and happiness, I just ask you to become my legal daughter, and therefore, mother of my beloved grandson!"

You stared at him, sure you had misheard him. Daughter? Mother? Grandson? "What?"

"Iruma is my grandson!" He cheerfully declared and pulled out a photo album, and showed you dozens of hundred of pictures. Of Iruma. Iruma looking happy and awkward at the same time. In some the boy was completely startled - others smiling and even laughing as Sullivan held him like a proud father.

Proud grandfather. Little flags and banners pronounced Iruma as ‘number one grandson’ or ‘best grandson in the Netherworld’, and other various boasting phrases. You barely heard as Sullivan cooed over each picture, explaining the story behind them briefly, but you couldn't miss the obvious love in his voice as well as his joy.

"I thought… I thought he'd be miserable. That hell was, you know, hell. Brimstone and fire. Demons tearing flesh or torturing the souls of the damned."

"Not exactly," Sullivan explained, a smile on his face. Not a wicked or sinister smile - but an honest, cheery one that looked so sincere that you were confused. "While those legends hold some merit, our kind has changed as much as your kind has in the last couple hundred years."

That… made some sense, you supposed. As much sense as any of this did.

You felt relief as you leaned back in the hardwood chair. Iruma was…was okay. You looked more at the pictures, taking in each one. “What has he been doing, then?” You asked.

“My little Iruma is attending his first year at Babyls! One of the most prestigious schools in our land!” Sullivan cheered, flipping a few pages. “See! This is his first day of school! Doesn’t he look so cute in his uniform?!”

School. He was finally able to attend school like a child, though you had to wonder what kind of school demons attended. But Iruma looked happy, and then Sullivan flipped over a few pages to show you pictures of the boy along with his two friends-- ‘Az and Clara’ Sullivan briefly mentioned, though said little more about the two, though they appeared in many pictures.

“So, if I agree to be your daughter… what can I expect?” You asked slowly, forcing yourself away from the pictures. Should you still agree to this, now that you knew Iruma was safe? That he was happy and being taken care of?

“Well, that is the question,” Sullivan hummed, putting away the photo album. “But, I suppose as the daughter of the Lord of the House of Sullivan, you could do pretty much whatever you wanted, even if you don’t have a rank. Which, we would have to find a way to rectify that. Though, I could excuse your presence, and previous lack thereof, because of your weakness and wanting to protect you ....”

He continued to mumble, seemingly talking to himself. You allowed yourself a moment to look around the office, noting its decadence. Maybe it was just your mind playing tricks on you… but he made it sound like he was someone of importance.

How did the social hierarchy even work here?

“Grandpa!” A familiar voice broke through your thoughts, making both you and Sullivan jump in surprise. “I’m home!”

“Oh! My little Iruma-kins! He’s home!”

Sullivan dashed out of the room in the blink of an eye, and you didn’t even think before following. The halls were just as richly decorated as you ran after Sullivan, barely able to keep up with his long legs.

By the time you reached the large antechamber, Sullivan had scooped Iruma up into a bear hug, apologizing for not being there to greet him earlier, while the boy laughed.

He looked so much healthier than the last time you saw him. No longer gaunt and pale from long hours of work and little nutrition, but there was now some color to his complexion - and meat on his bones. His blue eyes sparkled with even more life, and you thought he had even grown an inch.

Iruma noticed you after Sullivan set him down, his smile dying slowly. Realization struck harshly-- he was happy here. He had a family, friends, and he was going to school. There was no reason for you to be here. He didn’t need you anymore.

He cried your name, and suddenly you were being tackled by the fourteen year old, the wind knocked from your lungs as he wrapped his arms around you and squeezed hard. Your former thoughts were chased away by his crying as he held onto you, burying his face in your chest. “I-I’ve missed you so much! I can’t believe your here! You’re actually here!”

You felt your own tears sting your eyes as you returned his hug, squeezing him tight. “I’m here kiddo. I missed you too. Gods, I’ve missed you so much! I was so worried when you never came back from the boat, and no one knew where you were…!” You sank to your knees, pulling away so you could study his face. “Are you okay? Are you happy here? Are they treating you okay?”

He nodded his head rapidly, wiping away his tears. “Yes! Grandpa and Opera have been nothing but kind to me! Oh! I’m going to school, even though it’s actually a school for demons, but it’s actually a lot of fun! And I even have friends too!”

Words failed you, though your mouth hurt from grinning widely. Instead, you pressed a kiss to his forehead before tugging him into another hug.

“Iruma, my boy,” Sullivan spoke after a moment, pulling you back into reality. “Your friend and I were discussing a contract, and I suppose since it concerns you, you should have a say in it too.”

Iruma frowned, looking between you and the demon, confusion evident on his face. “What kind of contract?”

“I…was really worried about you,” You started. “And when I found out what your parents did, I… may have summoned Sullivan and asked to be brought here to be with you, so you weren’t alone." You admitted guiltily. "I didn’t realize you were happy, and then Sullivan offered for me to stay… and to become his daughter, and I guess your adoptive mother?”

Iruma seemed stunned by your words, his blue eyes wide. “You did that? For me?”

“Of course," You laughed as you ruffled his blue hair. "I mean, you know how much of a mother-hen I am. I was really worried and scared when you disappeared. All I cared about was finding you. But…" You trailed off, looking at the demon Sullivan briefly, who was still beaming with happiness and pride, and the luxury of the mansion. "I guess it was unneeded. This is more than I could ever hope for you, so I completely understand if you don’t want me sticking around.”

“What? No!" Iruma protested immediately as he clung to you tighter. "I mean, if you don’t want to, I understand, but I-I would really love it if you did! I've missed you so much, and I wanted to share everything with you! There is so much food here! It’s kinda hard to get used to at first, because of how it looks, but it is so good! And the beds are so comfy! No more lumpy futons on the cold ground. And, oh, you’d love the baths! And books! I know how much you love to read!”

“So, you’d be okay if I stayed?” You asked carefully, knowing his inability to say no to others, yet there wasn’t a hint of reluctance on his face as he grinned.

“Absolutely!”

"Perfect! Opera!" Sullivan clapped and in the blink of an eye, another person appeared; ruby-red hair with matching cat ears, dressed in a suit. "Can you…"

Sullivan didn't even have to finish as Opera handed him the scroll from earlier, their golden eyes trained on you, as if piercing through and seeing your soul. You unconsciously pulled Iruma closer, unsure what to make of the new person. Demon? There was little to no expression on their face, though you noticed a tail flicking behind them.

"Alright, just sign here and here," Sulivan stated as he knelt on the floor beside you, handing you the quill. You took a moment to acknowledge that you were literally signing your life away, never to return to the world you knew. All the struggling you endured to scrape your way through life, gone.

But Iruma was smiling so widely, and that's all it took for you to know you were making the right choice. You signed your name despite being unable to read the odd language, trusting the boy beside you.

"Welcome to the family!" Sullivan cried as soon as you were finished. Opera took the scroll the same moment Sullivan grabbed both you and Iruma into a tight hug. "Oh! I am so happy! First a grandson! And now a daughter to spoil too! My friends will be so jealous!"

-+-

Spoil was right. 

You gaped at the bedroom that Sullivan had given to you. Just across the hall from Iruma's, and apparently just a decadent. A large bed that looked thick and plush, the walls lined with bookcases, a literal walk-in closet that was the side of your bedroom back at your former home.

And a balcony with glass doors that revealed the night sky lit with foreign stars and multiple moons. 

How could this be hell? 

There was a knock at the door, and you turned in time to see Iruma poke his head. "How is everything?" 

"I-I'm in shock," You answered honestly. Yes, dinner had been an odd experience with food that looked nothing like what you were used to, but Iruma pointed out his favorites (everything Opera cooked, apparently) and it was a nice change to have a full belly for once in living memory. 

"I'd say you'll get used to it, but it still surprises me a lot too," He answered as he entered. "I… I'm really glad you're here. I just can't believe you'd go through all that trouble for me…" 

Your heart softened at his awkward expression. You sat on the edge of the bed and patted the space next to you for him to join. "I wasn't kidding that first day when I said I was going to stick with you and watch over you like a hawk." 

Iruma's smile returned as he recalled when he first met you. After you got over the initial shock of him being your new coworker, you had sworn to him that you were going to be his new shadow - and as long as you were around he was safe. 

After taking care of himself for so long, Iruma had a hard time believing that a complete stranger would say, let alone mean, those words to him. But you kept your word time and time again. Stepping up to protect him whenever someone tried to take advantage of him. 

He was brought from his thoughts as you combed your fingers through his hair tenderly, that soft smile on your face. "You're really okay with being my mom?" He asked after a moment.

His own parents had sold him after everything he had done. You had always been the mother figure that he had dreamt of in private. Yet the fact you would still do so much for him was hard to accept. The fact you wanted to be his mom seemed like a dream come true. 

"Absolutely," You answered without hesitation. "As long as you're okay with it, I would love nothing more." 

Iruma couldn't hold back his tears, nor the urge to hug you tightly. You quickly returned the embrace, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. 

His life couldn't get any better. 

-+-

Weeks passed, and you felt like a princess; one would think - after the trials of your life; that you would enjoy it. After all, Sullivan had a huge private library that - after a quick spell from the demon - you could read freely. 

There were stables next to the mansion, with four horse-like creatures known as Nightmares. Overall they were fairly tame, eating meat right from your hand in a (mostly) gentle manner. 

Then there were the gardens, carefully tended by little imp-like creatures. The flora was nothing like back on earth, but had their own sense of beauty. 

In the evenings, Opera made a multi-course meal, and you were able to listen to Iruma as he recounted his day, talk with him and Sullivan about what you read and discovered about the Netherworld.

You should have loved it. But after the first week, you were restless. You were so used to having to work - to having a purpose - it drove you nuts. 

"Please Opera?"

Opera's eyes narrowed faintly as their tail twitched with annoyance. They crossed their arms as they blocked the enterance to the kitchen. "As I've said before, my lady. You may help with cleaning, gardening, and whatever else. But the kitchen is off limits."

"But you've already done everything else," You whined rather petulantly. "Can I clean the dishes?"

"No, and that's final." Opera stated firmly. And to be fair, they had a good reason. As it turned out, magic was involved with cooking in the Netherworld. And the fact you had no magic meant disastrous results. "Why not go read? Or visit Lord Sillivan's nightmares in the stables? They would enjoy your company."

You knew when you were being dismissed, and sighed. "Alright. Maybe I can get my head around your damned magic system. God- er, Devi," You corrected when their eyes narrowed at you, their ears twitching in disapproval. Using 'holy' curse words was highly frowned upon, which was always catching you at the oddest moments. "Who knew magic would be so complicated."

"That sounds like a lovely idea," Opera acknowledged before turning and retreating to the kitchen. You sighed again before dragging yourself towards the library. 

You needed some easier books. Ones that went through the basics, instead of assuming you already knew them. You could ask Sullivan, you supposed - but at this point you felt too much like a burden already. 

Hours passed as you sulked in a comfy chair, glaring at a book instead of reading it. You weren't meant to be pampered and have a life of luxury. You liked having a purpose, something to occupy your day. 

The door opened, and you looked up from your book to see Sullivan poking his head inside with a pout. "Why is my darling princess so sullen?" He whined, "What can I do for my darling daughter?"

"I need a job!" You blurted. "I don't care what it is! Make me break rocks! Or push boulders up a hill! Or reshelve an entire library! Give me something to do!"

"Hmm," Sullivan hummed as he thought. "You actually have reshelved my library a few times already…" 

You blushed at the faint tease, though to be fair he admitted there hadn't been much rationale behind how he had them on the shelves. 

"It actually gives me an idea," He continued, clapping his hands. "Babyls' hasn't had a full time librarian in quite a while. A few teachers and Battlers have been trying to manage, but, well - they haven't quite succeeded. What would you think of joining the faculty as the full-time librarian?" 

That… was a lot more than you expected. "Really?" 

"Of course!" He laughed at your shock. "I don't want you to be miserable cooped up here, and I could also show you off to the rest of the staff!!" 

You groaned, warmth spreading through your face as you hid behind your book. It was hard getting used to his cheerful enthusiasm. While Iruma had tried to reassure you to just go with it, it was just… awkward. Embarrassing.

Maybe it was because you were a grown adult, or that you had gone all your life without the affection of a parent. You weren't a child. You have grown and adapted to life, and now…

Honestly, the love and affection was harder to adjust to than being in the Netherworld.

Case in point, Sullivan was suddenly wrapping his arms around you, holding you tight. "Please say yes! I would love to have both my daughter and grandson with me at work!" 

"Yeah, of course," You answered as he squeezed. "Anything would beat just bumming out around here." 

-+-

When Sullivan said the library was in disarray, you suspected maybe messy - disorganized; Much like his own library when you had arrived.  

But this was so, so much worse. The Babyls library was huge, taking up two stories. There were books piled haphazardly next to bookcases, many stuffed with papers that didn't belong. The lighting was poor, the windows covered with thick drapes, and many of the sitting areas were well used to the point of being worn and frayed, many of the tables having deep scratches from students. 

You had your work cut out for you.

You couldn't be happier.

--+-- Su-Ki-Ma --+--

The student body was extremely curious once you started. You tried to ignore the whispers that followed you as you set to work. After all, you weren't trained as a Librarian in the least bit. Sullivan had barely gone over your duties that morning before being dragged away to do his own work by Opera. 

Take care of the books. Keep them organized and in good shape. 

Assist students with finding what they need

Ensure a peaceful environment for students to study.

Oversee the Library battler alongside Furcus (a battler was apparently a club, from what you could gather)

That was it. How to achieve the above was your problem to solve, apparently. 

And at first, you expected to be challenged by the students - knowing how teenagers could be (and assuming demons would challenge authority even moreso). But oddly, they preferred to gossip. 

Apparently, Iruma already had left quite an impression, and despite his dafty nature, Sullivan garnered enough respect that it extended to you - despite being 'rankless'. 

-+-

The first of Iruma's friends you met was Azazel Ameri of the student council.

"Oh! Iruma told me about you," You said when Ameri introduced herself

 A blush crossed her face, breaking the stoic expression. "Oh?"

"Something about reading a book series together?" You offered. You didn't mean to be vague on purpose, but Iruma himself had skirted around any details when he was recounting his story. 

You finally understood why as Ameri's blush grew along with the smile on her face, making you feel rather giddy. Even if she was a demon, it was obvious she had at least a small crush on Iruma

Meaning your boy did have a chance for a normal teenager life afterall. 

Ameri coughed to clear her throat. "Anyways, on behalf of the students I wanted to welcome you to Babyls." She bowed slightly. "It is an honor to have the daughter of Lord Sullivan to preside over our library." 

It was your turn to blush, as well as laugh nervously. "Heh. Um, thank you. Very much."

-+-

Asmodiues Alice - or 'Az' - and Valac Clara were the ones you had been most eager to meet, considering how close Iruma was to them. 

And the stories you thought Iruma had been exaggerating proved to be true. 

"Iru-mama!" You heard someone shout out of nowhere before being tackled to the ground. By the time the room stopped spinning, you were on your back with a green-haired girl in your arms, giving you one of the widest smiles you had seen. "Hi, Iru-mama!"

"Stupid Clara!" Someone swore. Judging by the pink hair and fancy suit, you assumed he was 'Az’. "Don't attack her ladyship like that, and definitely don't call her 'Iru-mama!'"

"But Az-Az, she is Iruma-kins mom!" Clara protested, still not letting you go. Instead, she squeezed tighter as she buried her face against you like a child. "So she's Iru-mama!" 

"She is Master Iruma's mother and the daughter of Lord Sullivan!" Az huffed. "You need to show more respect!" 

"It's okay," You interrupted before Clara could speak. You placed a hand on Clara's back and offered a smile. "I don't mind being called Iru-mama." If anything it sent butterflies into your stomach, just like everytime Iruma called you mom.  

For all intents and purposes, you were now the boy's mother. And you couldn't be happier about the fact.

Clara grinned wider and giggled happily, while Az stood a little straighter. "I apologize, my lady. I tried to stop her but obviously I failed." 

"It's fine," You reassured. "You must be Asmodeus and Clara, correct? Iruma's told me a lot about you. I'm glad he has friends like you two." 

Both beamed in their own way, seemingly proud of the fact. "Thank you, that means a lot to me," Az answered while Clara only hugged you tighter.

[toinfinitywinning]

How it Began? As a kid, until something bad happens all you know is innocence. Bounce back. Resilience. Words and thoughts your growing mind can’t get its synapses matured yet. And by bad, I mean it rocks you. You’re crying. You’re asking why for the first time poor thing it’s forever; you’re confused. You cannot process the magnitude of the incident and sometimes may even require Counseling to help guide you through it…NVR goes away.

And then.

I mean it’s sad, Right? Being born isn’t your introduction “hey!” realization and rationality Day, it’s your Birth Day. Period. Everyone’s glad you’re here. But you’re not going to know anything for a Long time. Everyone’s with me. Hopefully, b/c I don’t know nothin’ ‘bout no babies. And Well, most people R glad you’ve come unless you’re..ok no not that rn.

BUT

First time you are hurt and are able to process and internalize that new feeling it’s like welcome to the jungle we got fun and games! And I remember that moment for me. It wasn’t when I smacked my head and got hit with bats and sliced my fingers open trying to whittle (Dad’s fault) to make a teepee which now I’m not sure should be a thing. Also tried to make a tornado bottle like those science fair ppl had. The ones that won. B/c they actually figured out how to puncture a hole in a plastic 2 liter top without stitches and having to explain what in the Hell you were doing (Heather u said you might be here so I know you’re with the gear Shift trauma rn). For me until now it’s never been me physically hurt or incapable that’s defeating me—defeating—adjective : defeated—also adjective but untrue. This is different and I hate it b/c of that. I was born with vampire senses at least that’s what vampire diaries says. I feel everything so intensely that often it has trickled over to affecting me physically. I suppose a Good example is a panic attack but I’ve moved onto bigger things. I’ll be one of those ppl on ppl magazine whose ღ ended hearing bad News. This could get dark so I’ll Stop at bad News. It’s funny -I have all this time. And most of the time I don’t enjoy the time but I’ve thought a lot of that time some about when I was a kid. Just free fallin’. Before I got the anxious bug again I was fine being serendipitous and sporadic. One time I put a Friends name in my calendar even tho I knew I knew the time. That stuff. So back to the carefree kid. Like, 8+ I have to clearest memories. I want to take a sec to say how sad that is!! There is no question that I was the kid with the most bandaids. There are pictures and I Love them. Pain didn’t really bother me. Not like this. And I’ve had a lot of very serious injuries and surgeries. Why can’t I be her? It’s all about control.Sometimes staying in a State of any negative, sad emotion or trying time becomes comfortable so it becomes routine. Safe. This can Go downhill quickly. But I promise something from my psych minor talks about this my sister would know. Anyways you gotta get out and can’t.

I was in this State Right before I got sick but I pulled myself out of that creepy Ass Edgar Allen poem pit and swing thing b/c I didn’t like it anymore. But this is a Choice promise. And there’s not statute of limitations on how Long it takes you or if you even get to make a Choice time which is already a Mountain.I tend to be really open and candid. I would be a horrible Celebrity. First of all they’d only have pictures of me in sweatpants. But the openness isn’t for me or really anybody unless someone does see it and be seen. I never had that. And that’s no one’s fault. We didn’t have Smart phones which ironically give us cancer and often stupidity from the crap you read due to that algorithm. A few people reached out in my DM’s and on posts to just do this I guess and throw in a Basketball time to time.I was stuck. And I had well…a very eye opening bad experience. I don’t think I’ll ever share that publicly. But I was terrified. Something came over me when I got to my car and it wasn’t a Voice it was a direction. To home. Safety. Familiar. Routine. I knew sooner than immediately that I was done. That’s it. There’s a pattern in this pattern. You see?So all that is taken care of and now we will work on my eating Disorder. Anorexia, restrictive ED/exercise bulimia and body dysmorphia. You get it. Add this in with Addiction. Talk about stuck. All I can think of to compare it to is that scary book w/ a wizard and a whirlpool and IDEK how it ends but that was always enough for me to be done w/ that story. So, You’re bound to have one after losing 150 lbs over two and a half years and now can see your bones and muscles. Hey you’re confident again Good for you. This will not sustain. You lost weight probably all the wrong ways anyway but it worked. And you’re still in control. Things have changed and u know what to do to keep your skeleton up. One gust of wind or fainting and head stitches again having to hurry and tell your Apple Watch not to call the rescue’s and you’re an inch closer to hospitalization. Doin’ fine.All I had Left was my eating Disorder to work on and I’d made so much progress. I’ll expand on this but you actually have to eat when you’re sick. I won’t thank COVID-19 for that tho. Sometimes u can follow all the rules and still get *BEEP, explicative!* sooner or later it would have risen. So that infamous Day I’d just finished my hour walk and like had been doing about to eat w/ my Parents. I remember it like it wasn’t a 26 month old toddler Day away. One sniff. Mom -please get COVID tested. I remember being annoyed. B/c I have taken all the precautions. Well so do a lot of people and things still happen OUT of our control. This became the problem. Two saddest things about that next few days is I made my Dad say Shit when I came up positive then gave it to my Mom. I cannot tell you the guilt I would be carrying had this been the other Way around.I had lived my Addiction free Life and started to heal my ED rest of my Life. For 3 weeks. I felt so light. Felt so free. Brave and proud. More authentic. B/c being stuck and not being able to fix things yourself takes a lot of deleted Pride and bad bad bad experiences apparently. Wakey wakey. Why’s it gotta be that Way? At least it’s the Gentry way. I’d rather not keep that up.Crushed. Pre healing I couldn’t Exercise for 2-4 hours daily. Wake up at 5 am still kinda dazed and do 100 push-up’s then 10lb weights, several sets. Not one thing from a video or trainer but i can see everything chiseled so gotta be doing something right. Then walk a mile and a half or 10000 steps before you even answer a call at work. All this to have your evening free. To see your ribs and sometimes ✔ the camera Cloud to make sure that 10 pound added weight doesn’t happen. Showering at lunch break. Oh it was a machine. And ppl knew. I’m very aware. I lean toward empathy as well.

I was very very sick. Different sick. And TBH as much of Hell this is and might forever be I’d rather this. Even a broken ღ that was your stupidity and blinders anyway. Although I cannot control this it’s not an intensity of emotion in those skinny Ass bones I can’t turn off anymore. Need size zero and xs. Ghastly. I can answer a question of would you rather in this Case. My ღ literally aches. It’s all of the omnipresent and then some. So intense and relentless. I could change my mind tomorrow. Right now.

This Pain is Physical. Not my fault. Wasn’t abused. Can’t control this either and I’d never wish it on all but one person but idk. I feel things that intensely. I’d be the X-Ray Report that says torn or damaged in about nine places after my ACL tear. The Report was an entire page LOL. That is not common I don’t think. Should’ve just said everything is bad take your 2nd of now Four ambulance trips with your Dad to the ER.

Let me be clear. This is very hard to put into words. It’s less I guess that I wouldn’t barter but sometimes you’re just like please give me that Pain instead, just for a while.

Right now I am comfortable in Pain. Isn’t that pathetic yet tragic? I meannn. Whole body Pain. It’s emotional too trust me but this it takes first. Imagine…the control freak. This is not acute. Feeling without Pain even temporarily is kinda scary and better word unsettling. You want to get better of course but your body has done such a 180 that it becomes what you’re worried about and what makes you nervous. It’s an evil Domino set mouse wheel. Let me also add that long-haul Covid and dysautonomia and pots all of them happened because my body had gotten so healthy again it went in overdrive to try to help me and then couldn’t stop. How nice. Kindly. I’ve learned things about my body and about what people can experience and I didn’t want to. I will never again scoff at someone for saying that they are debilitated because, they are in constant pain or too “tired”... They can’t be safely aware. I’m ashamed I ever thought that about people because there is no take a Tylenol and lay down. There is no taking a nap and you’ll wake up refreshed. That’s all bullshit at this point, and it hurts if you have to ever explain it because you can’t, like so many other things until it happens to you you don’t really know how you feel like a lot of things you can swear that you’ll react one way or the other but when something happens to your kid or someone you love (dare i say abortion as a topic) all the sudden it’s personal and you’re thinking something you never thought you would. Or not. The struggle is actually real.



There is a lot of trauma or some type of PTSD with being this sick for this long as well because you sit comfortably, you know exactly what’s going to happen. If then, then that some of which are terrifying I shake I can’t believe anyone has to deal with this and yet I’m not even one of the most serious cases if you can believe that. Then there’s the Gaslighting. Go to stone ridge and admit yourself for anxiety. NAH. Thankfully all of my docs have been first class with no doors blown off.

I want to say I’ve learned a lesson.. karma. I deserve this. I should’ve seen it coming. Let me be clear again. No one deserves this and yet we’re human and stuff still happens to good and bad people. losing control has been difficult, but I feel like I’ve learned so much about, literal heartache and pain that only someone who was going through the same thing can identify with. there aren’t words. I’m not trying to paint a picture of someone who is on oxygen and dying or taking chemo, but I think that you can hold sadness in several different ways without feeling guilty. you can own What you’re going through. it’s OK to be angry at God at anything and I’ve had to realize that and it’s taken a long time and I think I still am working on it because I think I’m over here. not famished. not taken hostage. not bombed. I have a bed to lay in when I feel bad. U can’t compare things like this and you shouldn’t anyway. I think in doing that it’s never productive anyway. I don’t like being helped which is ironic because I have some co dependencies still and yearning to stay close to what is familiar and home and safe I’ve had to put my or whatever aside and my confidence out the window because yes, you will gain weight not exercising that much but you literally can’t do things at first. I was using a cane to get to the bathroom. I would pant no exaggeration like a dog for at least an hour sometimes after walking 10 feet, ask my mom she was on the couch across from me and we’re both thinking what just happened. or you have to use spoons because you’re shaking so much. Don’t even try a fork w/ rice. or you’re so confused that you always have to have what I would say and interpreter at this point, and praise God that there r doctors surrounding me. I have needed so much help and I think part of accepting help is also allowing someone else to practice stewardship and I think somewhere possibly the Bible at some point you can’t continue to deny someone’s help because they have to have the experience of helping and we both know each feeling. Frankly need it sometimes there are things that not even Gentry will speak of that I’ve gone through but somehow I’m thinking wow Pooh bear was correct. I really am stronger than I seem and I thought that the last time I was in a bad place life is nuts except help, if you don’t have the hope or faith let your family hold it for you. It’s still there. You just can’t get it yet and I cringe to say it, but I have learned so much and whether I heal completely or not writing all this again is therapeutic one, but two when people can identify with someone else, it is a very intimate experience the kind of intensity I feel with everything. I tell people I don’t want to hear ‘you’re going to get better’ because you don’t know that. we can pray for it, but I’ve given prayer a hard time as I’m able to complain, not going to church routinely. Then again going to church is just the building. Sadly tru 4 2 many. a reflection of your yearning for community and a place of hope and routine. we know from the current state in this world that going in a church and coming back out there’s nothing Christian about it, but I’m thankful that I have been held. I’ve even asked. Dad has even had to hang onto me. I’ve been in a wheelchair. I’ve had a bed pan. things that would normally humiliate you. You get humbled immediately. You may have your arms and legs, but there will be times you will need to be pried off the floor, there will be times that your head stays on a cold marble kitchen counter for hours because you don’t have the strength to walk 20 steps to your bed. Covid sucks. it has ruined lives, marriages, people have gone bankrupt. People have died. Mistreated. People have had experiences much worse than mine, and they didn’t deserve it either even if they didn’t take precaution like I did which is part of why I was so frustrated with getting sick. and again i was at that point I had gotten healthy. So ofc, the more prone your body go into hyperdrive. Trying to heal you. and that’s still where I’m at.

[bvckbiter]

I know people like to talk about Al's funky gender stuff so what are your hcs on that?

First of all i love love love any idea that has al be into some sort of genderfuckery. like, no one would name their kid alabaster but an edgy #NotLikeOtherDemis anti-authority teen figuring out their identity would name themselves that 😅

that being said i personally hc al as a trans man. there’s something so pleasing to me about sorcery being a (typically) female-associated craft but al deciding he’s going to do it his way, for his own ends. (addtl context that might help here, i hc that hecate children’s rite of passage is constructing their own magic system if they want to properly channel their own specialties/brands of magic; like maybe potions are a fixed system due to preexisting properties in ingredients blah blah blah but incantations aren’t. lamia’s specialty was curses, al’s is combat spells, and lou ellen’s is transformation hehe)

some more hcs for trans al below the cut:

His dad was a bit (a lot) of an occultist, but in the typical white man “ooh look im so great and intelligent for tampering with forces beyond my control” fashion… so naturally he had some pretty narrow-minded views about women’s roles and behaviors. Al was v much a child who wasnt expected to speak unless spoken to. (Al will never understand what the hell Hecate saw in his dad).

He started growing out his hair on the Princess Andromeda and got comments for it “i thought you wanted to pass better” and he’s initially bummed because he wants!! A manbun!! Theyre very manly!! And eventually he does get to grow it into the manly manbun of his dreams, only it’s 2 years later and everyone he wouldve wanted to see it is dead <3

Uses 13-in-1 mountain spring scented wash type of shit

big big fan of sweaters, but hates the cable-knit type of shit bc its itchy and shows his figure. give him some baggy clothes pls he does not wish to be perceived. also his combat boots are crazy heavy he likes the stompy stomps and how durable they are

he said nothing to claymore about it but claymore is very perceptive and figures it out quickly enough after hecate sends them off together. and claymore just never brings it up until al lets smth about needing certain hygienic products slip, but even then doesnt bat an eyelash and carries on with the conversation as he normally would, and al literally feels relief flood his body

((Pre-op al, if thats not obvious enough. Double sports tanks/bras are the way to go.)

He literally does not care if he doesnt have a certain appendage dangling down there he will manspread the fuck out of anywhere he sits. (A lot of it is due to the fact that he just has terrible posture when sitting down so he just sliiiides in his seat until his legs are all over the place)

ethan was trans too and al was crazy jealous of ethan’s arms… howd he get them so SWOLE

luke was his first supporter ok he would steal shit from the camp store and fight anyone who tried to pick on al… al was diehard loyal for a reason

i have more but these are all i can rlly recall for now HAHAHAHAHA

[redxpaladin]

Danny Phantom Detective Conan AU Drabble

Words: 1185

Rating: G

Premise: Shrunk Danny moments trying to get Vlad to help him.

Notes: I’m not the best at writing but I couldn’t get this au out of my head

Danny cussed to himself as he had to be on his tippy toes to reach the doorbell to his own house. He began ringing it over and over again. As he scowled over how much he shrunk. Maybe he shouldn’t have ran from the police but what was he going to do? Tell them he was Danny Fenton?

No. They’d probably get Walker and he’d be like “Yeah sure. And I’m Santa clause. Go home.” Then what? Call his non existing parents? Speaking of parents, why weren’t they coming at the door?

It was then that Danny cussed to himself and punched the door. That’s right. His parents were in Paris. They couldn’t come to the door. Jazz was also at college. Just his luck. His attention then turned to his next door neighbor. Vlad was always weird, and wanted his mom badly. But damn it he can help him and that's all that matters.

Danny ran as he tried his best to keep himself covered with his large baggy clothes to Vlad’s house and began knocking and ringing the doorbell.

Clearly Vlad must have been in the middle of watching some sports match of his favorite team (Danny couldn’t remember the name. Mostly out of spite) “Danny I will-“ he seemed like he was about to hit him with a bat before looking down to see the small structure that Danny was now.

“Vlad, you need to help me.” Danny said. Vlad just looked at him slowly blinking. Probably processing why a 10 year old was at his door. “Vlad. It’s me! Danny!”

“Danny is 16 years old.” Vlad spoke flatly. “Go home.”

“No really it’s me!” Vlad was literally about to close the door before Danny stepped in and stopped it from being closed. “You’ve been in love of my mom for years but after a tragic accident my dad was able to get my mom from right under your nose and you still are hoping you’ll get a chance with her after all these years. You try to impress her by inventing gadgets and such and with your money. You also have a cat who has eaten your socks.”

Vlad’s jaw seemed to slowly drop as Danny kept talking. Before Danny gave him a nice smug luck. “Seeing as you are currently in pajamas you probably were watching the Green Packers match instead of sleeping. If you were sleeping you’d be a little less annoyed and more groggy.”

Vlad seemed to give the there's that annoying detective boy look before picking Danny up and looking at him. “What the hell did you get yourself into?”

“Listen I don’t know! I just followed some dudes into a hall and then I don’t know what happened! You invent stuff right? Fix me!” Danny yelled back. Vlad immediately dropped him probably for his rude demand. “Please?”

“This is the first I have seen of something that turns someone into a child. I don’t know if I can fix this.” Vlad paused. “I’d need to see the thing that caused this to happen.”

Danny groaned and dramatically fell on his back. “Urg. Walker would never believe me nor agree to have me get on cases to find who did this to me.”

“I wouldn’t either if I was him.” Vlad clearly just wanted Danny to leave at this point.

“Can you at least help me get into my own house?”

“You can’t do it yourself?”

“I lost my keys when I shrunk. Probably fell out of my pockets.”

Vlad walked off for a second before coming back with the spare house keys and handing them over to Danny. Before Danny gave him a smug look. “What? You’re not expecting a young boy like me to just open the door of my own house?”

Vlad internally seemed to kiss him watching his sports tonight peacefully goodbye.

With help Danny was able to get back at his own house and he immediately began rummaging through his moms office for information. Vlad, being sensible. Went upstairs to try and find clothes that would fit Danny.

Danny began looking around finding nothing as Vlad came in with clothes that Danny had from elementary school. “At least get changed for goodness sake.” Vlad just wanted to go home.

Groaning, Danny walked over and grabbed the clothes from Vlad and began changing behind his moms Desk (surprisingly he was small enough to hide behind it.) and shoved his old clothes under it. Before going back to searching around.

Vlad was ready to go home before they both froze at the door opening.

“Danny?” The familiar voice of Tucker rang out.

“Danny, it's not funny to skip school for murder cases.” Sam seconded. “Even if Walker pays you.”

Danny scrambles to hide under the desk and Vlad looked over at Danny puzzled.

“Vlad?” Tucker spoke out as Vlad looked back at both of Danny’s friends at the door.

“Have you seen Danny. Mr Lancer wants to give him an earful.” Sam waved the homework in the air.

“Oh well he didn’t tell you?” Vlad was always good at lying but not when he’s being put on the spot. Damn you Danny! “He… joined his parents in Paris. There was an important case.”

Sam and Tucker both gave the I am so tired of my ace detective friend look. “He could have at least texted us.”

Yeah, why didn’t he text them? Danny was probably too busy thinking about how to fix his situation.

“If Mr Lancer gets even mader at him, that's on him.” Sam shrugged.

“On the bright side maybe your dad will finally get more cases!” Tucker spoke out happily before getting a punch in the shoulder. “What? It’s true.”

They all flinched from hearing a thud.

Danny stupidly hit his head from trying to wear old reading glasses. He currently popped the lenses out before placing them on his face and yelped when he got lifted up. “Aw, who's this small child?” He heard the familiar voice of Tucker. Tucker turned Danny around to see the face of Danny. “What are you doing here little guy?”

Vlad and Danny internally panicked.

“You let a child into Danny’s house?” Sam questioned Vlad.

“No he’s uh. Danny’s… Cousin. His name is uh…” Vlad looked over to Danny. Danny looked over to the wall to see the cross stitching his dad did of a ghost.

“Phantom! My name's Phantom!” God that sounds so stupid.

“Man who names their child Phantom?” Tucker spoke out.

“Probably came from his dads side. Jack’s always in the paranormal movies.” Vlad spoke. Before he smiled and took Danny from Tucker’s arms. “Listen hey Sam you don’t mind looking after Phantom will you? I’m supposed to look after him but… I don’t want him to blow himself up.”

“What are you doing?!” Danny whispered.

“Sam’s dad is a detective. Probably hanging with her and her family will help you find out what happened to you.”

“He’s a crappy detective!!”

“Well you’ll just have to help him.”

Vlad just seemed pleased to annoy Danny with this decision. Danny clearly looked peeved.

[chevvy-yates]

top five video games! (or movies if you got that one already)

I'll go with both :)

VIDEO GAMES:

1. Red Dead Redemption II

This game, seriously. It will take a while to beat this quality that game has. story line, characters, fights, immersive world, the wild life, ARTHUR!!!!!, the horses, the nature, all the things you can interact with and the dialogues with just random npc's — this game made me speechless. Sadly I got horribly spoiled for the story that I never ever finished the game. My Arthur baby is still healthy. I think he coughed only once. Dunno if I'll ever finish it. There's a lot of story left, but I grazed every part of the map I could reach with Arthur (except for the western part across the river). (Cyberpunk could have been like that, sadly it did not).

2. The Elder Scrolls V — Skyrim

My first game where I had to make own character (before that I only played car racing games or a few Final Fantasy :,D). I got so immersed into the world of TES that I chose to do my bachelor thesis about the dragon language used in Skyrim – so this must mean something alright? Sadly I never came to enjoy playing the game on pc. PS4 provided that mods can be used, tho but at that time I've already beaten out the entire game with my PS3 that I never really played it on PS4. But I love all the memories I've got of it — especially with my thief character. I still love him lots.

3. Cyberpunk 2077

If there wouldn't be Skyrim and RDR2, this game would probably be on No. 1. If you ask me of the story — probably not. But damn it's been a whole while since a game soaked me that deep into it. Maybe it's got to do because you can make own characters again, and I happen to develop them now, with so many head canons + the luck of having a super awesome photo mode and possibilities with mods that make the characters almost alive. It's something completely new and I'm glad I bought a motherfucking gaming laptop — I'd have missed all this. Well aside of this: The setting is just amazing, I love futurisic settings because I'm a sucker for movies like Blade Runner and a chunk of my heart is still in Tokyo (which I've visited 4x and to me is a real cyberpunk city already).

4. Assassin's Creed

The one and only real Assassin's Creed game. Altair is badass and it was amazing to get him back from a novice to a true master assassin. love the setting, love the monotone game play, love that altair can't heal himself, love that he can't swim, love that he has no money. Love the combat, Altair is super brutal. No other Assassin's Creed game could reach this master piece ever. (I'm interested in the new one tho bc back into that time and setting again but I don't like this open world stuff they did since the Egypt part).

5. Thief

Sneaky games are my specialty since I made my thief character in Skyrim. And when I learned about there are actual thief games, and a new one got to be released back in 2014 I was all bats about it. I've watched let's plays of the old Thief games, tho. but the latest for PS4 I enjoyed so much I even found a lot of lore from the old games in it and I can't understand to this day why this game flopped. It makes me still sad, the entire game studio had to close because of the flop. Old fans seemed to hate it as much as new people. For me it's a gem because of all the references to the old games — Story? what story? My soul is still captured deep down under the moira asylum, ugh. Never had a game freaked me out more than this part of it (Okay Alien was worse bc the Alien is unpredictable). But being in an empty asylum with no one but you freaks u surely out and therefore this game alone is a master piece.

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MOVIES:

1. High Plains Drifter

No sterotypical western and therefore I fucking love it alone. It's art. The people of Lago do not know what is going to happen when that ghostly stranger rides into their town. He turns it literally into hell seeking vengeance. Watching it for the first time can leave you unsatisfied having questions or you're probably going to ask yourself: what the heck did I just watch? Because you expected a western. I'm a sucker for Clint Eastwood movies, especially the 60s and 70s ones. This one is the first - or was it the second one? - he directed and playing in it and I consider it a masterpiece.

2. Magnum Force

Yes, I'm also a sucker for cop movies since I was a kid, so it was no wonder I liked all the five Dirty Harry movies when I chose to watch them for the first time back in 2020. But Magnum Force got to be my favorite (even tho the first one is pretty cool as well). Harry Callahan kicks asses – even in his own ranks. And I love his one liners, alright? Plus the movies are all filmed in San Francisco. It's my favorite city. I'll never get enough seeing that beautiful city, no matter what decade (it used to look prettier back in the days, tho).

3. Indiana Jones 1—3* (there ain't only one sorry not sorry)

Indy is my childhood hero. He's always in my top 5. I rewatched his three 80s adventures so often that I lost count of it. And every character travelling with him is amazing. Willie, Shorty, Henry Jones Senior (aaahh Sean Connery ;_;), Marion, Sallah, Marcus Brody, Elsa – I even liked the stupid nazis bc they are so fun to watch losing all the time against Indy and his crew!!! Settings are amazing (Egypt, India, Italy (Venice my love)) — and no friggin CGI back then. Quality movies no new movie will ever reach again.

*not the 4th tho.

4. For a Few Dollars More

Ugh, I'm just a sucker for Clint as the Man with no Name, alright? But the second is my favorite bc I love love love Manco (Clint) in it. He does everything left handed, he's my hero! (there's way too less left handed characters). And the dynamic he's got with Mortimer (Lee van Cleef) is just AAA+++. Two bounty hunters on a mission. The music underlines the cinematic scenes so good, I'm always in awe (thank you Ennio Moriccone for your music <3).

5. Where Eagles dare

Another 60s movie with Clint alongside Richard Burton in the main roles. This time it's a war movie. The story follows a team of British-American special Operations Executive raiding a castle. Love the plot, fuck up all the nazi scum (probably Clint's highest kill count in a movie ever). Somehow the movie reminds me a bit of Wolfenstein, I bet it was some inspiration for the old games. Amazing action scenes with a lot of fire and explosions.

[cryptidofthekeys]

Spooky Month Sona? FR this time?!?

so uh yeah here,, take him,, bc if i dont i realize im not gonna post him and it’ll get to a point where im self conscious about him fnjkdljkfdl things are always subject to change with my sona after i get stories n shit started so yeye but here’s CC

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| Name: Chase Crawford (I literally have to give any sonas a last name to differentiate them)

| Nicknames: CC, likes to be called Cryptid as well

| Gender: Trans FTM (He/Him)

| Age: N/A but an adult

| Height: 5’5”

| Species/Race: Human

| Occupation: Works wherever he can tbh

| Hair Color: Dark Brown (Spiky quiff)

| Eye Color: Gunmetal Blue

| Skin Color/Body Type: Extremely pale and also he’s fat

| Appearance: His main outfit is an oversized dark purple hoodie with a design of a single lavender dahlia on the front of it (the sleeves are lil bat-like wings when spread out) (the flower- okay ONE of the flower’s meanings is literally it means ‘Good taste’ no I’m not sorry for this one hah but also aside from the joke.

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Dahlias symbolize beauty, commitment, and kindness), he has black pants that match with three chains hanging down and they look distressed and a lil ripped up, some of the way bigger holes are patched up with purple patches (all he had on hand and he loved the aesthetic of it)

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And finally purple sneakers to match with his hoodie n such as that, he has some black gauges in his ears (they are magnetic ones lmao), he has dark circles under his eyes but he promises its fine, his eyes are just like that- Other than that he has a black binder he usually wears underneath and forgets to take off a LOT, he also has a circle beard.

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| Personality: CC is very sweet, kind, caring, he loves to help others out and sometimes pushes himself to the limit with it but w-we don’t need to get into that, he’s got anxieties n shit like that, basically got whatever the fuck is wrong with me buried deep in him I mean he IS a sona after all.

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He can be very oblivious until something is directly in his face essentially so he can get put in some particularly troubling situations, he really needs to pay more attention and read the room from time to time imma be honest, tries to see the good in everyone but he does have his limits, very protective of the ones he cares about, hates his parents which is a given bc they are horrible. He’s very chill most of the time, just overall sleepy and tired looking.

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I’m not lying when I say oblivious btw, like it legit- he has to s e e it with his own eyes because most of the time he’s dumb,, just like- he could see a fucking wanted poster of someone and be like …Oh, maybe they just look similar (v much not like my deltarune sona, this one is just a big ol dummy)

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…He DOES have dumb luck on his side though thankfully, so even with troubling situations, the universe just be saving his ass one step at a time. Which its funny because you’d think with all the horror movies n media he’s consumed it’d teach him a thing or to but it really doesn’t, he just out here living life, blissfully unaware of the danger he’s been in multiple times.

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He can also be a chaotic feral lil gremlin once you get past the social anxiety.

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| Side Facts: He’s REALLY into horror, he calls himself a ‘horror junkie’ even, has lots of horror merch in his home, movies, books, figures, etc- He’s just big into horror lmao, he loves to write a lot, you can find him on his computer a lot just writing some fics here and there (dw it’s not all horror …Although he has a LOT of horror fics he’s posted)

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When he’s not working he’s usually chilling at home, playing video games, writing, or listening to music, or hell just watching movies even. He does like to stay at home a lot as he’s very introverted but when he does go out it’s usually at night, he just prefers the night air, does he know its dangerous? Eh, who knows- He’ll usually have headphones on and playing music while he takes a fun lil stroll, blissfully unaware of his surroundings.

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Despite liking horror n shit like that, genuinely super sweet and friendly, is very much a pacifist unless you hurt his friends and then he can get pretty aggressive, a ray of sunshine if you will unless provoked.

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Cryptid lives in the middle of the town, his house is nothing too fancy really, just what he could afford, it’s painted purple and black though to match his aesthetic.

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Likewise, back to how I said he goes out at night completely unarmed and unprepared in general, headphones on so he couldn’t hear if someone was sneaking up on him, and you already know who the three I’m selfshipping him with are (ooh bold of me to mention selfshipping on my main, im getting more confident everyday) with but bc I wanna write their interaction later, none of them have met yet.

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Also usually listens to a lot of hard rock/heavy metal lmao, and sometimes just,, boom, goat simulator music.

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Plays the acoustic guitar in his spare time but seems self conscious when playing around others.

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Has three dogs, a brown Chihuahua named Tootsie Roll, a black and white Shih Tzu named Cash, and then finally he has a Chinese Crested he rescued off the street named ‘Winnie the Pooch’ calls him ‘Win/Winnie/Win-Win’ for short though, also sometimes calls Cash ‘Cashy’

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And calls the Chihuahua ‘my little tootsie roll’ he loves all of them, aside from being overprotective of his friends n such like that, honestly he WILL get violent to protect his lil babies especially, you try to hurt them or anything he WILL fuck you up.

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Also refers to the trio as ‘My little stinkers’ calls them stinky, crusty, etc a lot but it's very clear he loves and cherishes them, Tootsie is 4 years old, Winnie is 13 or that’s what the vet told him he looked to be about, and then finally Cash is 1 year old.

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I think one of the biggest differences in him is like,, despite being oblivious unlike my DR sona who knows like oof yikes this is dangerous,, i needa get the fuck outta here- this one is just a dumbass,, he looks at these three bastards and goes …oh shit they’re hot- im gay like BITCH THEY ARE MURDERERS, KIDNAPPERS, AND OR CANNIBALS- …as long as they don’t hurt his frens OR his dogs tho its aight

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Also,, CC’s Pansexual for the final tidbit.

[joyful-soul-collector]

Lovecraft Country Episode 1

My dad told me I'd love this show and I got nothin else better to do rn so let's fakkin GO

Oh wow there's a lot happening

Jackie Robinson just cut Cthulu in half with a baseball bat

OH ITS A DREAM okay that makes much more sense

Looks like this is the 40s or 50s? Idk my years very well, but segregation is a thing for sure (future Marko here, it's the 50s)

Aw man they gotta walk? That sucks

"Stories are like people. Loving them doesn't make them perfect. You just try and cherish them, overlook their flaws" GODDAMN I love that. I don't agree with overlooking their flaws (both in stories and people), but I understand the meaning and I love it so much

Father's gone missing womp womp

Hippolyta, that's a cool name, imma steal it

I gotta say Atticus is a very pretty man. I didn't see it as much when Johnathan Majors played Kang in Loki (mainly because he wasn't there for long I think), but he is v pretty

Oooh secret legacy?? Mysterious letters??? V interesting...

Oop dude literally in the middle of a BJ and just talks to Atticus like he wasn't A Bit Busy just then

Ooh those two sing well!

Fuck yeah bust open that hydrant

Oof I guess Leti isn't as close to her sister as I thought

Oh damn she drew a grim reaper right over where they need to go lol

Damn Atticus is probably so smart with all those books, if people weren't so damn racist maybe he wouldn't have had to join the army to move out, he could've been a writer or somethin

Oop there's a hole in the wall. Bet that's a fun memory...

Bruh who tf did he call in South Korea???

Oh gross, the monkey noises.... hate seeing how people act towards them

Bruh this red car is fuckin banger look at the wood?? If old cars like that weren't so unsafe I would love to drive one

Oh jeez I hope this diner isn't too awful an experience...

Oh my god what in the fuck is happening

LETITIA FUCKIN LEWIS

WAIT THAT'S THE CAR THEY SAID HIS DAD WAS DRIVING THE FANCY SILVER CAR

WAIT WHAT THE HELL DID THE TRUCK HIT??

WHO'S THIS RANDOM WHITE LADY

Okay so the diner was definitely a terrible experience. Love how smart Atticus is tho, he figured that shit out quick

This little girl is so creative I love her drawings

Sounds like Leti's mom wasn't the best to her, but her family never saw that so they're mad she didn't go to the funeral

Oof that's a rough fight to have, the one between Atticus and his dad. I understand why his father would be upset at Atticus for joining the army, but I also understand Atticus too. He views his country the way he does stories. "You just try and cherish them, overlook their flaws"

Dad and George's parents were shit, so then his Dad was shit, and George feels like he didn't protect his brother or Atticus enough. Oh the cycle of abuse ever turns...

Devon countyyyyy that's the one with the grim reaper on it

Aw fuck is that a cop

Nooooo fuck fuck fuck

FUCK ITS THAT SHERRIF THAT'S MURDERS PEOPLE

SUNDOWN TOWN FUCKIN FUCK

Oh you motherFUCKER

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK

Oh mgod that was fucking terrifying

GODDAMNIT NO FUCK

HOLY SHIT WTF IS THAT

GO LETI YOU CAN DO IT

Fuuuuuck this guy is turning into a monster....

The flaaaaares v nice

Bruh why you guys walking did she total the car??

THERE IT IS THERE'S THE SILVER CAR

UHHH?? "WELCOME HOME"???

Ok so that was uhhh fucking amazing? The mystery, the monsters, the awesome characters, the struggles with racism juxtaposed with the science-fiction struggles, FUCK this is set up so damn well?? Goddamn okay I'm gonna proofread and post this and then imma watch the next one cuz I can't fuckin WAIT