#Michael's fandom is just me and three others

[theroseses]

I want to again give my love to the Cillian fandom. ILY guys x

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Desperation At Its Finest

Fandom: The Pitt

Pairing: Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x F!Reader

Summary: What happens when two doctors are dating and they’re horny all day? They end up fucking in the hospital parking lot.

Warning: semi-public car sex, unprotected, p in v, very little foreplay

The Pitt Masterlist

You two were playing a dangerous game and it all started right before your shift. You and Robby started the morning off with teasing touches and heated kisses until your alarms went off telling you to get ready for the day.

Throughout your shift, you two exchanged event more heated glances, found ways to touch each other around unsuspecting people.

You even did a classic “bend and snap” move in front of him, grazing your ass along his crotch. You smirked in victory as he immediately excused himself to the bathroom, probably trying to to calm himself.

It seemed to be an unspoken game. Trying to see who would break first.

However both you and Robby were stubborn, prideful people. So instead of listening to your desires, you, rightfully so, put your attention on your patients as much as you could.

By the time your shifts ended, you were both riled up. You and Robby had both snapped at the residents, individually and together, and you knew that you both were in for it once the shift was over.

You two clocked out and silently walked beside each other to Robby’s car.

Once you got in, you both fell silent, which lead you to now.

The parking garage that was once filled this morning is nearly abandoned, except for the first two floors. Robby had to park on the second to last floor because it was so busy.

It was dark, save for a few lamp posts scattered around the garage. The one above Robby’s car happened to be out, nearly drowning you two in the darkness.

You let out a deep breath and Robby turns to you. You look his way and you both stare at each other.

One beat...two beats...three beats...aaaaand

You two lunge at each other, your free yourself from your jacket, practically rip your scrub top off as Robby has his hands all over you. He helps you with your bra, tossing it to the back.

You twist yourself out of your scrub pants and underwear, crawling over to Robby and settling on his lap, "This is probably a bad idea," you pant out.

Robby nods, "Yeah, but thank God for tinted windows."

You chuckle and pull his face to you, lips on his in a heated, desperate kiss. You grind down on him, feeling his hard length underneath.

"You're a fucking menace," he mumbles against your skin as he kisses down your jaw and to your neck.

You giggle, "Pot meet kettle. I felt you pressing up against me during that intubation. Ballsy of you to do that."

"Was just making sure you were doing it right."

You scoff, "Please, an intubation is a walk in the park, but less work talk. More fucking."

You pull down Robby's pants and underwear low enough to grab his hard cock. You wrap your hand around his length and pump him a few times.

Likewise, Robby reaches down and cups your core. His middle finger sliding along your slit, feeling how wet and slick you are. He rubs circles around your clit while you pump him. Your lips on his again as you fuck his hand.

"Ready?" he asks against your lips.

"Fuck yes," you groan and line his cock along your entrance. His hands go to your hips as you lower yourself onto him.

"Fuuuck, that's it," Robby hisses as you settle onto him.

You let out a breathless laugh, "Love how you make feel so full, baby." You then begin to rock yourself against him. Robby groans, burying his face in your neck. His pants and occasional moans are the only thing you hear.

The way you ride him is desperate and messy. Makes sense considering the way you two have been all day, but doesn't mean there isn't love there.

You feel it in the way he holds you, the way he scatters kisses along your skin. The way he leans back and gently holds your face, staring at you like you're the most precious thing in the world to him.

Fuck. He loves you so much and you love him. Only Robby can be the one you'd fuck in the hospital parking lot like this, after a grueling twelve hour shift. Only Robby can be the one to wipe away the beads of sweat forming on your browline as you fuck yourself on his cock.

You grip at his shirt tight, your breath hitching. He smirks, "You close?"

"Go on, baby. Lemme feel you. Cum for me."

It's your turn to bury your face in his neck as you cum. You shudder against him, his scruffy beard ticking your ear in the process as he whispers, "Atta girl. That's it, baby. Feel so good for me."

You still against him, catching your breath. Robby kisses your head, "Good?"

"Mhm," you sit back and look at him, "Your turn?"

He chuckles, "When we get home. Do be honest, my leg is starting to cramp."

You laugh, "Oh god. Same!" you both laugh as you crawl off him. You pull back on your underwear and scrub pants. You have half a mind to just sit topless for the ride home, but Robby takes off his hoodie and hands it to you.

You kiss him, "Thank you," and you pull it on, zipping it all the way up. You then buckle yourself in and Robby sits there patiently.

"Ready?" he asks. When you give him a thumbs up, he starts the car and drives out of the parking structure.

When you get home, you're definitely giving him head.

[axxa-the-allikatt]

Requested by an anonymous anon 😂👍. Here’s a Michel Kaiser fic for y’all! Lmk if you like it :>

P.s. I was actually pretty nervous to write about him because the polarity of Michael Kaiser fans scares me. The bllk fandom can either be the funniest place or could give you permanent emotional trauma. I’ve experienced both 🙂🫠.

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Michael Kaiser X Male Reader

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Michael Kaiser was nothing if not confident. He was confident about his soccer skills. He was confident that he could adapt to any situation on the field. He was confident that he was the best on the field and that’s what led him to where he is. He was confident about himself and who he was.

Until a few weeks ago, he was also confident that he was either straight or asexual. Now, seeing you for most of the day, almost everyday, he, for the first time in a long, long while, was questioning life.

He did not know what it was that made him so fixated on you. There were plenty of special cases around him. There were geniuses, there were extremely quick adapters, there were plenty of suitable admirers.

You didn’t fall into any of those categories. Yes, you were quite knowledgeable when it came to the field. Yes, you could take a trained player down in a one vs one. Yes, you had the softest looking hair with matching twinkling eyes, and lips that were set in a perpetual grin.

But he knew for a fact that it wasn’t any of these things in particular that had caught his attention. It was something else, something in the way you carried yourself, just on the right side of self-confident but also serving.

It was also the way you threw a cheesy pick up line at him the moment you met him, but he decided to shove that thought along with the feeling that accompanied it into the bottom shelf.

“-r?…are you alright?” Michael snapped out of his annoyed mumbling as the boy in front of him looked at him with slight concern. He cleared his throat. “What did you need Caelus?” He replied, trying to get his bearings.

“Umm, actually, (M/n) dropped this off today morning and asked me to give it to you.” The younger male replied, handing him a brown paper bag. He took the package, sighing as his thoughts returned to you. “Thank you.” He nodded before walking over to the rooms where most members of the team were staying. Making his way into his room, he tore the tape off the paper bag, checking its contents.

Inside the bag were a few packs of aspirin and a box of lemons. His lips twitched into a smile. He was slightly surprised you remembered. Last afternoon, you had bumped into him in the corridor, and you had almost immediately noticed something was off.

He had admitted that he had been having a horrible headache for the past two days, which led him to have a disrupted sleep schedule. You had patted his shoulder and told him you would look for some medicine, but he had assumed you were just offhandedly saying that. After all, you were the coach of the junior team. You had several other things you had to deal with.

Sighing to himself, Michael popped an aspirin out of its pack and swallowed it, taking a sip of water from his bottle which sat on the table. His thoughts slipped back into the jumbled mess it usually was when he was alone. But, like the past few days, his thoughts made their way back to you.

He had tried convincing himself that his mind was just bored from the long time (three weeks) lack of playing a real match, but even he knew it was a white lie. Sighing for the millionth time, then sighing again as he realised this, he flopped onto the couch, throwing a hand over his face to block the evening light. Seconds passed into minutes.

Why were you doing this to him? It wasn’t like there was anything too special about you, but somehow each time he saw you, your signature grin, the way you subconsciously ran your hand through your hair every once in a while, he swore he could see a hazy glow around you, like you were a source of warmth that wasn’t the main source, but he was drawn to it regardless.

Years ago, he had been blinded by his ego and goals to really focus on much else. Not that he was any less egotistical or determined now. Oh no, it was just, now that he had actually achieved an important place in the world of soccer, he had time to try out different things. Things which he’d left for the sake of his dream.

He had attended plenty of parties and had left most of them with a woman at one arm, but they were never anything serious. He did not remember any of their names, come to think of it.

His thoughts trailed off to a scenario of him meeting you at the bar and you leaving the party with him at your side. His thoughts were almost going north when there was a knock at his door.

Shaking his head to get the blush off that he was sure was there, he walked over to the door, clicking the latch open. He almost smacked himself when his blood rushed from his head down, as he saw you standing there, in all your sweaty, handsome glory.

“Kaiser.” You grinned sheepishly. “(M/n)? Was there something you needed?” He questioned, eyes shamelessly looking you up and down. Of course you noticed this, but why would you ruin him a good show? “Ahh. The thing is… do you mind if I use your shower?” You smiled, tilting your head pleadingly.

He gave you a suspicious side eye. You were good at acting all pretty and innocent when you needed something done. That’s how most of the members in the team, both the national and the juniors had come to admire you as a kind hearted coach and helper. But he was well versed in mind games, seeing as to how it did somehow get him where he is today.

But nonetheless, if it was you, what harm is there in falling for a little charm? He mentally groaned at what state his thinking was in. “Your room is right there, (M/n).” He murmured, pointing towards the other end of the hall. “Why would you need to use mine?.. Not that I mind.” The last bit was murmured but you knew he’d meant for you to hear it.

“Well I… accidentally broke my shower handle?” You replied, and he stared at you in surprise as you showed him the mentioned handle. Well it was broken alright. “How the fuck did you- you know what? I won’t even ask. Get in.” He shook his head as he stood aside to let you in.

You skipped inside, making your way over to the bathroom. The rooms in the building were similar in structure so you knew your way. You waited patiently, sitting on the bathroom counter as Kaiser left to get you a towel. You placed the extra clothes you’d brought beside you and looked around.

The structure of the room was the same as yours but there were way more items in the shelves compared to yours. Most of them seemed to be hair and skin care products, which you honestly would not have expected of him. Now you knew why he looked so drop dead gorgeous all the time. Ahem.

You grinned to yourself as Kaiser peaked into the room, handing you a towel with a barely there blush on his face. “Take your time. I don’t have to go anywhere soon.” He informed. “Oh?” You chuckled. A beat passed before his cheeks turned red at what he’d just said. Rolling his eyes, he slipped out, closing the door behind him.

Left to yourself, you quickly undressed, sighing at finally having a chance to stand under the cold water after a hot day. As you ran the shower, making sure not to accidentally break the tap this time, your eyes landed on the hair care products and your thoughts wandered to Kaiser.

The first time you’d met him, you’d thrown a pick up line at him right off the bat, and had been amused when he’d replied to you in kind, shamelessly checking you out. The first thing you’d noticed about his entire unusual get up was his red eyeliner. How he managed to pull that off was a miracle, you were speaking from experience.

The second thing you noticed was his rat tail. You had seen him in pictures even during his earlier debut into the team, and his hair had grown longer since then. He kept the rest of his hair shoulder length but let the rat tail grow longer. It now reached past the middle of his back, and you always had the urge to tug at it every time you saw him. He would probably rip your hair out if you tried something like that, so you kept your impulsive thoughts to yourself.

You sighed as the cold water washed away all the sweat and grime. Your thoughts moved to the conversation you had with Ness that morning. It was usual for you and him to run into each other during breakfast and you often ended up having a chat over food before going over to practice. As usual, your conversation this morning centred around soccer.

But mid conversation Ness had casually mentioned how Kaiser had been having trouble sleeping, which reminded you to send some medicine. But after that he had jokingly mentioned how it was probably because Kaiser had been too busy thinking about you.

You were sure you had turned cherry red, because he had immediately said something about how Kaiser totally hadn’t told him that and that he was just kidding. That was what made you decide to do something about it.

No, you hadn’t broken your shower handle just so you could shower in Kaiser’s room. No, you weren’t that creepy. But when it had accidentally broken, you had initially decided to go over to the common bathroom in the training grounds, but then decided this would be a good excuse to drop by and talk with Kaiser.

Seeing as to how he wasn’t completely annoyed at you having disturbed what little free time he had, and even seeming a little flustered, you could safely assume that you were in his good graces.

You flinched as you accidentally breathed in some water, shaking your head and turning off the shower. Drying yourself off, you began wearing your clothes. You froze as realised you hadn’t brought a shirt. Then you grinned. What a perfect excuse to fluster Mr. Pretty Boy some more.

Wrapping the sweaty clothes in the used towel, you decided to wash it and return it to him later. Fixing your hair in front of the mirror, you made your way out of the bathroom. Kaiser was not to be found in the hall. You dropped your clothes on the table, making your way over to the kitchen where you could hear clinking of metal cups.

You found Kaiser busy preparing some cold chocolate milk. “Hey beautiful.” You greeted. He had his back to you, but you were sure he would be rolling his eyes at you. “Do you want some-“.

Fortunately empty, metal cups dropped to the tiled floor, clanking as he cut himself short, looking at you in surprise, with a red flush on his cheeks. “What the fuck?” He asked, recovering quickly, choosing to hide his face by picking up the cups and turning back to the counter. You chuckled to yourself.

“Sorry, I think I dropped my shirt in my room. If you’re uncomfortable, I could maybe borrow one of your shirts.” You suggested, amused at how he was reacting to seeing you shirtless, even though he usually showered with the team after a match. “No, I don’t mind!-“ he began. You raised an eyebrow. “oh?”. “I meant, my shirt probably won’t fit you.” He corrected himself, still refusing to look at you.

You decided to tease him a little bit. Well, a little bit more. Making your way behind him, you placed your arms on either side of him, essentially trapping him. You could hear his breath hitch. “If i didn’t know any better, I’d think you like seeing me shirtless.” You murmured, placing your head on his shoulder. “… You-“ he swallowed, then took a breath.

“But you do know better, don’t you?” He questioned, regaining his senses as he turned around in place. You looked down at him, grinning. “Do I?” You could see him struggling to decide where to place his hands. Just as he was about to do something that would probably have flustered both of you, there was a ring of the door bell.

You both froze for a second before he slipped past you, rushing over to the door. You stood there for a minute as you heard him unlock the door before going after him, mentally smacking yourself at the faint heat you felt on your face. You were met with the sight of Isagi, with an irk on his face, glaring at Kaiser.

“Like I said, I’m not here to argue with you. Noa asked me to fetch (M/n) and he wasn’t in his room, so I came to ask you whether you’ve- oh (M/n)!” He sounded surprised. “Noa called for me?” “Yeah, something about the upcoming U-20 match.” He replied. “Ah. Let’s go then. Thanks for coming all the way over here. Also, I wanted to congratulate you on that interview you snatched last week. You slayed it!” You grinned giving him a thumbs up.

You were about to grab your clothes and head out, when you were pulled back. “He’ll be down in a minute. You go ahead.” Kaiser said, still glaring at Isagi. The latter raised an eyebrow at you, and you nodded, grinning to yourself. Kaiser slammed the door after he left. “Is there something you needed from me?” You asked, putting your hands up as he sent a glare your way.

“Finish your cold chocolate. I can’t drink all that myself.” You paused, then broke into a grin. “Aye aye, your highness.” You saluted, following behind him into the kitchen. “And.. don’t just go around the hall shirtless. Have some shame.” He handed you your drink, sipping at his, while making a point of not looking at you.

Your cheeks were hurting from trying not to smile. “Sure thing. It’s exclusively for your eyes only.” Kaiser choked on his drink. “Wh-what?!” You gulped down your drink, sighing at the cold sensation. “I’ll see you at practice tomorrow, pretty boy.” You replied.

Then, deciding to drop the shoe, you leaned forward, pressing your lips against his, licking off the drink that was dripping from his lips. Before you could run away, you felt him throw an arm around your neck, pressing up against you.

Impulsively, your free hand grabbed onto his rat tail, gently tugging at it to deepen the kiss. You half expected him to bite you, but you almost lost it at the whine it dragged out of him. Just to test him, you gently tugged at it again. This time, you felt him gasp into the kiss, clawing at your shoulder.

As much as you could do this for the next few hours, you had important matters to discuss with Noa. You were also sure that Kaiser probably needed some time to collect himself. Reluctantly pulling away, you chuckled as Kaiser leaned towards you. “Sorry sweetheart, I’ve been summoned by the big boss.” You said, pecking his lips before stepping away from him. He humphed before busying himself with washing the cups, acting like he hadn’t all but begged you to keep kissing him. You smiled.

“…I like taking a cold shower before going off to bed.” You said before walking out of the kitchen. Kaiser paused for a second, not understanding why you would tell him that, out of all the things you could have said before kissing him stupid and running away. Then, as it hit him, he dropped to the floor, hiding his face in his hands.

“Fuck.” He muttered, grinning like a lovesick idiot.

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I know anon asked for a fic preferably centring around Kaiser being jealous of Isagi but I already had this fic going in my drafts so I hope you don’t mind TwT.

Thanks for the request :>

[blackbleedingrose]

Long Lost Morningstar - Part Three

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing(s): Charlie x reader (platonic), Vaggie x reader (platonic), Emily x reader (platonic), Sera x reader (platonic), Charlie x Vaggie

Genre: Fluff/Angst/Betrayal

Warning(s): Cursing, lies, betrayal

Notes: This is the third installment of LLM. This part will be shorter than part 2 and will finally go over the trial and (Y/N)'s reaction the extermination. I'm going to be honest, I'm dropping my other hazbin mini series. This is only until I can find the time and motivation to write it. I'm really busy with school and work, and lately my obsession with Hazbin has started to die down. I still love the series and fandom, but that's just something that happens to me from time to time when I watch a new series or get into a fandom. It comes and it goes, and I've been reading a lot of hazbin stuff but now it's starting to feel like an obligation I've set for myself and it makes reading less fun and more like a chore. I have no doubt my obsession will come back when the 2nd season comes out. This happens will all the fandoms I am apart of - like right now, I'm obsessing over Avatar the last airbender again after rewatching the series (not the live action). Don't worry, I'll continue this series as I don't want this to end up unfinished. I have the outline pretty much written, but it will take time to finish - so, please, bare with me.

Singing Colors: Adam, Lute, Charlie, Emily, Sera, (Y/N).

Words: 1631

"If Hell is forever, than Heaven must be a lie!".

As the time of the trial drew closer, there seemed to be a few hiccups on Heaven's side of things.

The angel who was supposed to be the trial's stenographer got a nasty cold and all the replacements had their own responsibilities to attend to. The only angel available just so happened to be (Y/N) herself.

When one of the court angels asked (Y/N) if she could do it, she didn't hesitate to accept.

Now she had the perfect excuse to watch Charlie's trial without having to sneak in!

Imagine Sera's surprise and horror when she saw (Y/N) sitting at the stenographer's desk.

"(Y/n)? What are you doing here? Where's Angela?" Sera asked. She was a bit panicked, but did her best to hide it. (Y/N) smiled politely at the higher seraphim, clearly oblivious to Sera's rigid demeanor. "She got a pretty bad cold last minute and all of the other replacements were busy today; and since I was the only one who was available - here I am!".

Sera gave her an uneasy smile, "I see. Thank you for your help today, it's much appreciated". This was the last thing she wanted. The resemblance between (Y/N) and the Princess of Hell was very difficult to ignore and could raise questions if it wasn't for the stardust story Heaven fed everyone.

Sera had wanted to keep (Y/N) away from the trial in hopes of avoiding any contact between her and Charlie. She didn't want (Y/N) to accidently discover the truth about her lineage.

Sera loved (Y/N) like a daughter.

When (Y/N) was younger Michael would sometimes have Sera babysit while he attended to his more serious duties.

She practically helped raise her and she refused to let some misguided demon princess and her partner ruin that.

Unfortunately, the court needed a stenographer.

With no one else available, she was left with no other option.

Sera thanked (Y/N) for her hard work and for stepping in.

She gave the girl a gentle forehead kiss before leaving her to prepare for the trial.

It was only for today and once this pointless trial was over everything would go back to the way it was.

And (Y/N) would be none the wiser and away from that misguided influence.

However, things weren't as perfect as Sera had hoped for.

The moment Charlie and Vaggie entered the courtroom and saw (Y/N) sitting at the stenographer's desk, the two cousins eagerly waved at each other.

Sera's eyes widened in horror. No. This wasn't supposed to happen - it was the worse case scenario.

When did those two meet?!

She sighed in frustration already knowing that (Y/N) must have sought the girl out herself.

Dammit Emily.

(Y/N)'s curiosity was her biggest flaw and was going to end up getting her into serious trouble if not handled properly.

Sera quickly composed herself. No point in losing herself and catching any unnecessary attention.

She still had a trial to run and then she'll have a talk with (Y/N) later.

Now, (Y/N) was nice to just about everyone. She could get along with just about anyone she's ever met. But there was one person, or rather two, she just couldn't stand.

Adam and his little crony Lute.

These two irritated her to no ends with how high and mighty they acted. How either of them managed to stay in Heaven was beyond her.

Her father just told her to bare it, despite him also disliking the two of them - especially that narcissistic douchebag Adam.

(Y/N) did her best to hide her grimace whenever Adam spoke during the trial.

As the trial went on (Y/N) felt a little nervous when Charlie was shut down from making anymore definition references. She could see how nervous her poor cousin was getting.

When Charlie looked over at her, (Y/N) made sure to give her a small smile and mouthed, "You've got this".

This managed to help calm Charlie's nerves enough for her to regain her composure. Charlie got a little more confident when presenting Angel Dust, the hotel's first patron.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes when Adam spoke up again trying to discredit her cousin.

"Well if you know so much, what do you think it takes to get into Heaven?".

Charlie's question stumped more than just Adam. (Y/N) had to take a moment to think - how does someone get into Heaven?

Being Heaven-born (Y/N)'s never had to be on the other end with humans who had to earn their place in paradise. And if someone as crude and vile as Adam can get into Heaven then what did it take for others, especially the damned who didn't deserve Hell - like children, for example.

Adam quickly wrote on a piece of paper before giving it to Vaggie to read aloud.

"'Act selfless, don't steal, stick it to the man?' - are you fucking serious?".

"Uh, yeah. Sure got me here, didn't it? Right, Sera?".

(Y/N) raised a brow. That's all it took to get someone into Heaven?

Charlie tried to argue Angel was doing all of those things, to which the court decided to observe Angel through the courtroom's orb. At first, things weren't looking good for Charlie when Angel gave into peer pressure.

(Y/N) bit her lip, silently hoping this would somehow take a turn for the better. She really wanted Charlie to show her hotel worked and for Adam to eat his words.

Luckily, things did start looking up when Angel took care of his friend, Nifty, and defended her from that awful moth demon.

"Then why isn't he here, huh?".

(Y/N) paused her typing - why isn't he here?

This started a whole argument at the unfairness of it all. How even those in Hell could be redeemed if only given the chance. (Y/N) and Emily saw the change in Angel and how he did everything on Adam's list.

"A man only lives once, we'll see you in one month".

. . . Wait what?

(Y/N) furrowed her brows in confusion. One month? What was he talking about?

"Gotta say I can't wait to-"

"Adam".

(Y/N) looked up at Sera, did she know what he was talking about? What the hell was going on?!

"Come down and exterminate you".

. . . WHAT?!

(Y/N) and Emily looked horrified at the shocking news.

"Wait!".

"Shit!".

(Y/N) and Emily fly over to Charlie, Vaggie, Adam, and Lute looking sadly at the orb showing the residents in Hell being mercilessly killed by the exorcists.

"What are you saying?"

"Let me get this straight".

"You go down there and kill those poor souls?".

"You didn't know?".

Charlie was shocked to hear that not all of Heaven knew about the exterminations. She was relieved to hear that her cousin didn't know and that she seemed to be against it.

"Whoops!".

"Guess the cat's outta the bag!".

"What's the big deal?".

(Y/N) and Emily turned and looked up at Sera.

"Sera tell us that you didn't know".

"I thought since I'm older, it's my load to shoulder".

"No".

"You have to listen, it was such a hard decision".

Sera flew down from her seat.

"I wanted to save you".

She took (Y/N) and Emily's hand in her own.

"The anguish it takes to, do what was required".

The hellfire reflecting in Sera's eyes unnerved (Y/N) and Emily - almost like she enjoyed the suffering and senseless murder of the sinners in Hell.

The two glared at Sera.

"To think that we admired you".

They tore their hands from hers and flew back away from her.

"Well, we don't need your condescension! We're not children to protect! Was talk of virtue just pretention? Were we too naive to expect you, to head the morals you're purveying?".

The two flew back down in front of the orb.

"That's what the fuck I've been saying!".

Charlie walked over to the two angel's grabbing their hands.

(Y/N), Charlie, and Emily moved up and stood on top of the orb showing the exorcists killing sinners.

"If Hell is forever, than Heaven must be a lie!".

"Emily! (Y/N)!".

"If angels can do whatever and remain in the sky!".

The three jumped down and stood before Sera.

"The rules are shades of gray when you don't do as you say! When you make the wretched suffer just to kill them again!".

Things only continued getting worse with Charlie finding out Vaggie was an angel and an ex-exorcist, Sera's final ruling of no evidence of sinners being able to be redeemed, and Adam's threat of coming to their hotel first.

"Charlie, it will be okay! I'll find a way to help you - I promise!" (Y/N) called out before Charlie and Vaggie were forced to back to Hell.

After Sera had finished talking to Emily, she went after (Y/N) who had already left the courtroom.

"(Y/N)! Wait, please!" Sera begged grabbing (Y/N) by her wrist. "Please, let me explain!".

(Y/N) turned her head and glared at Sera with such intensity it sent shivers down the High Seraphim's spine. She's never seen (Y/N) look at her like that before.

It broke her heart to see the girl she's helped raise and thought of as a surrogate daughter look at her with such anger and disgust.

"Explain what, Sera?! That you've been here playing God and allowing the murder of sinners! They're already in Hell, what more could you possibly want?! They don't deserve this!" (Y/N) yanked her wrist from Sera's hold and flew away.

She couldn't believe this had been going on and she never even knew! Tears filled her eyes as she thought about her poor cousin. She knew needed to do something to help Charlie.

But first, she needed to see whether or not her father and the other archangels knew about this all along.

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[diejager]

OMG FINALLY!! *muach muach* oh my actually I'm a bit nervous and excited now lolol. Uhm—well since your request is open can I have Pyra head and Michael Myers (separately) chasing survivor!reader in trial but they just ignore the other survivors, solely chasing reader till the end of game. Something dark and lustful lingers around those two killers and you just don't know why! By the end of the game, the other survivors manage to escape to the campfire safely, however reader got stuck alone with the killer. When they finally catch you, oh shall you know all your hopes may shatter to pieces. You think this is the end, in the hands of ruthless killer chosen by Entity. But why their face (in pyra head's case it's his helmet) getting closer to your face and what make it's more confusing something comes out of that mask (i.e. a long tendril similar to tongue). Breath kink but instead of hand choking or strangulation, you choked on their tongue 👅

Feel free to ignore this if you still don't open req for dbd fandom

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You are feeding me ambrosia with this sunnie!!! I have a weak spot for both of them, but-but- the Unknown??? Any thoughts????

Cw: DARKFIC?(it’s dbd, what do you expect??), DUB-CON/NON-CON, predator/prey, implied death, obsessive behaviour, choking?, super long tongue??, size kink/difference, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 1.5k

You were… unlucky. The Entity seemed to rejoiced in your pain more than any other survivor, feeding on your dashed hope for an escape from the perpetual cycle death and sacrifice, the painful sting on being slashed, the horrifying fate of being killed by the killer’s weapon of choice or the terrifying agony of being hooked. It was a painful affair, being the subject of her perverse protection, locked away in her universe to feed and be fed, blood for blood —quid pro quo.

But at times, your moments in her dark world was warm and charming like the people who gathered at the campfire, sharing their skills and abilities to keep the others alive throughout the…trials. The small moments stolen within the fog to keep yourself up and going, and happy, little smiles and bubbly laughs. It made trials easier, to know that the people who were screaming and working had your back in and out of them, to know what they would do made working in teams better and reassuring. 

And yet- and yet it was all for nought, the killer had eyes for you only, stalking and following you with his arm raised despite the others coming between you two to stop him from maiming you. Unfortunately, The Shape - Micheal Myers - in all his ghostly glory and dirty suit, was a creature of obsession, of predatory possession that gave him a one track mind, tunnelling the person who he chose as his obsession; and you happened to be his choice of madness these last round, even when Laurie was with you. 

There were some pros and cons with his constant stalking, the quiet steps echoing not so far behind you while they worked on the generators, unbothered and safe fro Myers, but you were stuck kitting him, running away from him by jumping over windows and dropping palettes wherever you could stun him to give you just a few more seconds of distance. He grew so, so close on multiple occasions, you felt his breath and his dark and imposing figure behind you, but he never once struck you down with his big knife. 

It wasn’t so bad as long as he didn’t hit you, letting you run around and avoid the other three until they finished all five generators and opened the gates, the bell ringing loudly over your head, and even then, he ignored everyone for you. He, somehow, managed to corner you, to far from both gates and your teammates who you - in a desperate plea for a win - had yelled out to leave and let you find the hatch or run to a gate if things got didn’t worsen. Which had left you alone, ears ringing and head beating against your cage, cornered and afraid of the giant who stared you down with a red gleam in the dark pits of his eyes.

Every step he took backed you up further against the rugged wall of a house - his childhood home - and pressed himself against you, the rough texture of his suit irritating your skin as he dropped the knife to touch you, running over his course fingers down your shoulders. Myers was scarily touchy, pads digging into the fat of your hips, groaning and grunting as he ground against you, drinking in your whimpers and hisses, fists hitting his chest without any result. Was it so surprising? He was a monster, a devil’s spawn, who had you in hands, a uselessly struggling victim that was too weak to stop him. 

His game of cat and mouse came to an end, where you forgot what you were initially doing, choking around his thick fingers, the filthy taste hitting you harshly as his jabs. He pressed his fingers down the back of your throat, panting loudly at your gags and rutting his fattening cock on your navel. You shuddered at the feel of it, the thick bulge threatening to pop a button off his jumpsuit, and you feared, you were terrified at your wandering thoughts, the implication of it when faced with a beast like Myers. 

Ding

Then the final call rang, a long and echoing sound that called the end of the trial. It was quiet for a few seconds, and all you felt was pain, agony ripping through you as The Entity swallowed you up with her many arms. The last thing you saw was Myers bulge, pushed to your bloodied lips and filling your dying nose with a thick and heady musk, a metallic and dusty smell that would linger on your tongue. 

You had hoped that she would give you a second, let you bask in the worry and affection the other survivors gave you, her whispers summoning you elsewhere in a drowning cloud of black fog and sent into your next match, placed somewhere in Midwich Elementary School. The many winding halls and rusted metal worked to confuse the survivors and killers alike, leaving only a selected few who were familiar with this realm. You crossed path with James a few times, but you knew he wouldn’t have given an offering for this, it was a sore memory for him, a reminder of his sins and regrets. So that left a single open left: Pyramid Head, the wandering executioner in the halls of Midwich, sentient and brutal in his ways.

He was a monster everyone feared, something created from the mind of a tortured man rather than a human turned monster, he was born a nightmare and would perish as one. That’s why you hid whenever you heard the telltale sound of his rusted great sword drag across the floor, knowing he had chosen you as his obsession and was actively turning a blind eye to the other survivors. You heard a few screams here and there, but he hadn’t downed anyone, seemingly to prefer leaving them half dead and limping to the next generator or survivor to heal.

You were doing well, working with Jane on the third machine, smiling to each other and sending encouraging glances while you looked over your shoulders from time to time, but your luck had run out. Pyramid Head stumbled your way, his head bobbing over the thick cords of his shoulders and chest, sinewy muscles bulging with every move. You both ran, Jane up the stairs and you down the hall, and he followed you. It was a familiar feeling, being the chased obsession of a killer, singled out by him to be the victim of his choosing.

Unfortunately, The Executioner never truly relished in the hunt, prowling fast and hard, ready to kill whoever he crossed, yet, strangely, he hadn’t raised his great sword, chasing you down a hall and into a dead end. You were fucked. Oh so terribly fucked if your assumptions were right. You turned to face Pyramid Head, fearfully glaring at him, eyes scouring the open space around him for a small point to slip away. You felt your small star of hope extinguish when he suddenly appeared before you, moving faster than he usually would, blocking your way with his body. 

He was hard and warm under your palms, his laboured breathing resting on your shoulder in his dazed wandering, his ripped and bloody and filthy arms brushing against yours and feeling you up. You closed your eyes in terror, trying your best to snuff out your thoughts and the feeling of his touches, his fingers pinching and kneading the skin of your hips and thighs, slipping behind to occasionally feel your ass bend under his strong hands. You whimpered, raking your nails down his arms, trying and failing to stop him from going forward with his wants, turning your head away from him. 

It seemed like he didn’t like that, forcing a gasp out of you when a wet appendage lapped at your cheek, leaving a slimy trail of drool until you reacted to him, gaping and hissing at him; and he took your shock and disgust to his advantage, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You retched, throat closing around his tongue, thrusting slowly to the back of your throat and up to spread over your palate. He lathered your mouth in his drool, willing your smaller and less nimble tongue to push at him, choking down any cries or gags from the sheer disgust that filled your guts (despite the small spike of arousal in your guts). 

You wanted to scream about your situation, this fucked up situation you keep finding yourself with monsters like The Shape and The Executioner. Why you? Why you out of everyone else? You weren’t as significant or strong and determined as other survivors, so it confused and worried you, if they would force themselves onto you again and again until they either broke you or moved onto another poor survivor. But perhaps- just perhaps you could make something of it, seeing the thick pole that poked at your stomach, poking from under his loose loincloth and wetting it with a dark spot at the tip.

You loathed The Entity and her plans. 

[soapyellas]

okay so a little factoid about me is that i was raised as a catholic, and while i'm not religious anymore, i still think religious symbolism in horror and horror revolving around religion is really sick.

that's one thing that i think is cool about yellowjackets.

what's prompting me to say this is me trying to explain my take on the hallucination version of jackie being antler queen theory, and it made me fall down a rabbit hole of comparing the characters to who i think their counterparts would be in the christian mythology.

before i get into the religious ranting, lmao, the basis of the jackie being antler queen theory is the fact that the antler queen is a symbol meant to represent the girls’ descent into madness and when does shit start to hit the fan causing everyone to start to spiral? jackie’s death.

so, onto the religious rambling, we all know the story about how lucifer was cast out of heaven by god, right?

well, for this to apply to yellowjackets, let’s look at who the counterparts are:

god - shauna

lucifer - jackie

heaven - the cabin

hell - the wilderness

now at the time of jackie’s death, shauna wasn’t power hungry and obsessed with being the leader of the girls, but that progression in her arc starts as the show progresses.

jackie is the ‘fallen angel’ much like lucifer was in the bible - lucifer’s name being ‘morningstar’ means light-bearer, bringer of dawn, etc., and jackie is known for being the shining light in the darkness that surrounds the girls in the wilderness.

in the bible, lucifer is expelled from heaven by god because he rebelled against him by trying to become a god himself, and something similar happens with jackie and shauna - jackie desperately tries to cling onto her leadership role and is betrayed by shauna and cast out of the cabin and into the wilderness.

the other characters in the show also have some type of religious counterpart (in my opinion):

lottie, natalie, and misty can represent the three archangels gabriel, michael, and raphael.

lottie represents gabriel - the prophet of god

natalie represents michael - the warrior of god

misty represents raphael - god’s healer

lottie is known as the prophet of the wilderness due to her hallucinations and being so in tune with it, the wilderness uses her as a means to speak.

natalie is definitely the protector of the group, she and travis go off to find javi at the end of season one and into season two, and part of where nat’s leadership is weakest is the fact that she tries to protect everyone.

another way that natalie can represent michael is in the bible, michael is the archangel who battles with lucifer to repel him, and while nat and jackie never duked it out, there is a scene in the original script where nat and travis are coming back from looking for javi where nat sees jackie in the snow and looks at her with nothing but hate.

misty would be raphael, because she’s the one with the most medical knowledge. every time there is an injury to the girls, or even in the pilot when she chops off coach ben’s leg, she’s the one who is used as the healer of the group.

now back to hallucination jackie being antler queen, lucifer is often depicted as a man with a goat head, and while we don’t really know what the antler queen looks like other than just a figure with antlers, i think the way the antler queen looks is close enough to a depiction of lucifer that it wouldn’t be seen as a ripoff of sorts.

i don’t know, this is just a take on a semi popular theory that’s in the fandom, and since i really like religious symbolism in horror, i decided to do some research to build upon the take with my own theory lol

[kitkatopinions]

I completely disagree with the claim that jaune got too much screentime or him becoming an old man took screentime away from ruby ( his arc and issues and rubys played off each other which led to ruby running away) jaunes screentime was always deserved he was a main character team rwby being girls doesnt mean that jaune isnt allowed to get focus or screentime it doesnt mean he should be relegated to minimal screentime and be in background

Then the show and fandom should stop saying that the show is about girls when Jaune gets put above them and gets more screentime or lines than some of Team RWBY sometimes and the show should get called 'Jaune Arc.' And even then, Jaune doesn't deserve that screentime because he's not that good of a character, he is a very basic and overly done Nice Guy's fantasy of a protagonist and ever since season three, whatever progression he's had done was built off of the back's of fridging female characters. Like are you just really offended because I want a show branded as girl power to not heavily center a man? Every time Jaune does get the screen time, I'm forced to hear Miles Luna's voice crying about how sad he is about the death or possible death of a woman character.

Like sorry to be blunt, but what was even your point in sending me this message? To convince me to like Jaune and be happy when I see him on screen? I'm sorry I don't like your Wal-Mart version of Hiccup from How To Train Your Dragon, and I'm sorry I really didn't like his Michael Scarn downgrade of being an old broody man that the nineteen year old lusts after, but like... This is far from my problem, my guy.

[pain-is-too-tired]

Actually, bouncing off from my previous reblog-

I do hate it that romantic relationships/ feelings and such tend to take over the focus of scene for both how Rick and the Fandom tend focus on with certain characters or scenes.

Like, like my recent reblog, people taking the scene where Percy takes Will on a motorcycle to get to Annabeth and immediately going "that's Will's bi awakening!!" Or joking about him finding it hot.

First. Beckendorf was right there as Will's awakening what y'all talking about-

Second. Will just lost most of his siblings in that battle. Michael(and likely multiple other of his siblings cause we see Kronos had knocked other demigods off the bridge-) were MIA. Annabeth was in tough condition and he was being pulled away from his siblings to continue to do his job.

Percy was the last thing on his mind. They were mid war still. He was a 13 year old boy with a job to do. We see in tlo that he was entirely focused on the job. He takes care of Annabeth and without hesitation talks about needing to get more supplies afterwards.

Instead of focusing on whether or not he found Percy hot literally driving him to a patient, there's lot other interesting emotions you could explore.

His feelings towards Percy after what happened on the bridge. He emotions as he deals with fear and grief and anxiety of being a 13 year boy suddenly promoted during a war. His mind rushing as he worries about how bad of a condition Annabeth could be in and what that could mean if one of their main leaders dies. Etc.

Don't get me wrong, I love characters finding others doing something epic mid danger hot fun. I joke about Will see Nico pull up with three gods and a army all the time. But even then it's more of feeling that he wouldn't completely register in the moment. Also, judging by the description of the situation before Nico pops up in the book, he probably was incompacitated anyway so not like my boy was going anywhere hdhdg

But other stuff can be just as fun if not more to explore.

This also kinda applies to the joke of Percy overreacting to "not being Nico's type". As if Nico didn't just literally come out to him and tell him he use to have a crush on him and Percy had to reevaluate all their interactions right there. Like if the kid who told me multiple times he hated me in the past told me he actually use to have a crush on me,I'd blue screen too hdhdg

[realitythroughthelensoffiction]

Parallels: Hastur and Sandalphon

I know the Good Omens fandom loves parallels, so I wanted to add a further parallel that I noticed: one between Hastur and Sandalphon.

Hastur is cruel even in the book. His evil deeds extend far beyond the requirements of his job as a demon. Crowley thinks that both Hastur and Ligur take "such a dark delight in unpleasantness you might even have mistaken them for human" (Pratchett/Gaiman, p. 257; cited below). But the series made an outright sadist of Hastur.

Now, the scene were he turns into a bunch of maggots that eat the call centre employees alive came from the book. His behaviour was explained by his frustration about being stuck in the answering machine. Moreover, "if he were going to have to face the possible wrath of the Dark Council, at least it wouldn't be on an empty stomach" (Pratchett/Gaiman, p. 310; cited below).

However, the series added many additional scenes that show how Hastur (and to a lesser extent, Ligur) clearly takes pleasure in torturing people. He pushes Eric into the cell with the hellhound to test if it's hungry - probably just for amusement. In Megiddo, he discorporates all of the three Erics for annoying him with minor things.

He is also the one who announces Crowley that he will be punished for losing the Antichrist. In the book, it is not clear which demon is speaking to Crowley; the fact that he receives a second message shortly after trapping Hastur in the answering machine suggests that it was not Hastur whom he had been communicating with (cf. Pratchett/Gaiman, p. 254f, 284; cited below).

Furthermore, the scene were Hastur burns down the convent of the satanic nuns was altered. In the book, he does not talk to the nuns before doing it, but "[n]o one was badly hurt by the fire" (Pratchett/Gaiman, p. 52; cited below). He sets the building on fire to destroy all records and thereby all evidence of the baby swap.

In the series, of course, this plays out differently. Here the nuns believe that they will be rewarded for their help and that their order will continue to exist. When Sister Theresa protests against its dissolution, Hastur kills her with a single wave of his hand. The camera shows her dead eyes. Hastur then recommends the abbess to inform the other nuns about the dissolution of their order unless she wants that "they all perish in the fire". The convent then bursts into flames, with the nuns screaming and running for their lifes while Hastur is laughing maniacally.

These changes from the book to the series clearly show that the creators wanted to give Hastur's character even more shape.

Sandalphon is a sadist, too. Aziraphale remembers him for his crucial role in the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah, an event Sandalphon has very fond memories of, as his expression implies. In the scene were he, Michael and Uriel corner Aziraphale, he punches him in the gut without necessity (Aziraphale wasn't trying to flee or to physically defend himself) and without preemptive warning. He's also eager for the war between heaven and hell to start.

You get the impression that Sandalphon will take any possible pretext for himself to use violence. Under the guise of enacting God's will, he acts out his sadistic desires. That's why I've always perceived him as the angelic counterpart of Hastur who also takes advantage of the fact that as a demon, he is expected to do evil, when he would even enjoy it if it wasn't required.

The fact that they both wear long beige coats even intensified this impression for me. I don't know whether this was a conscious choice by the costume designer, but I thought it was an interesting parallel.

That being said, I'm curious whether these two will return in the finale. I think Hastur's character was explored well enough in season 1, so if he makes an appearance, I believe it will rather be in the background. But there have been rumors that Sandalphon, who was originally supposed to be in season 2, but was replaced by Saraqael due to the actor being involved in a different project by the time, will make a comeback for the movie.

If so, I hope they will make an effective use of his sadistic nature. He may not be as appealing as the other angels, but I think he's interesting enough to dive a little deeper into his character and thereby to expose the hypocrisy of heaven, who call themselves the good guys while committing the same atrocities as hell. It could also tie nicely into the "heaven and hell against humanity" theme if Sandalphon came to the conclusion that he does identify himself more with demons like Hastur than with heaven's values, and decided to join forces with them in order to destroy the earth and all living beings on it.

Do you think that Hastur and Sandalphon will return? And what will their roles be?

Work cited:

Pratchett, Terry and Gaiman, Neil: Good Omens. The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch. London 2011.

[endyark]

Hey man!! Hope youre doin well!

You got any advice on where to start on slenderverse stuff? I tried to ask another friend and they just broke down completely when i asked

best place to start for me is definitely marble hornets. after that, watch everymanhybrid and tribetwelve* because they are the other two biggest sv series (t12 is optional, considering its creator has done awful things, and id comepletely understand if you didn’t want to watch it because of that)

after watching these three, definitely watch mlandersen0, darkharvest00, whisperedfaith, and stan frederick. these aren’t as big as the others but they’re still very popular within the slenderverse fandom.

after that — go n have fun! watch some smaller series :3

cut below includes specific playlists + compilations, along with a list of a bunch of sv series!!!

marble hornets playlist

everymanhybrid compilation videos/playlist

tribetwelve compilation videos/playlist *if you watch this series, please only view it from these videos as to not give adam rosner views. the t12 channel is monetized. this series is also unfinished*

mlandersen0 compilation

whisperedfaith compilation videos/playlist

darkharvest00 channel (they have playlists of each part on their channel)

the creator cocytus media also has several other compilations of different slenderverse series

LIST OF RANDOM SV SERIES:

KeratinGarden

MyDarkJournal

CaughtNotSleeping

The Angel’s Game

APCollection/HisCollector

Afraid At Home

Stargazer

ICANSEETHEGIANT

DeathOn40Street

North Clear 30

TheLostJournals00

AntediluvianOne

AntediluvianEye

EmeraldSky47

DarkDays

AppleOfOurEye

Weeping Thorns

TheEvergreenProjects0

TallMan Journals

OsirisChronicles

OctarineNight

Driest Humor

The Abbey Diaries

Project Faceless

Recordings

TrialOfLeaves

5zer02

TJA Projects

FutureRefused2Change

CompileTRUTH

CloverInChicago

Project Croatan

Project One Bad Dream

JonClubs113

ACryForWinter

MedBoy789

Michael’s Camera

Slender Haunting

The west records

X Mandelbrot

EminentDirectory

TheOutsideAgents

doingJACKALL

Daisy Brown

The Tulpa Effect

TheMysticisDead

Seeking truth

Hilm Mary Mary

Through the looking glass

The Back Row

The TreeWatcher

Onemoresoul2thecall

TheNoisesBelow

The Tallman’s Shadow

Within the Darkness

The Sic Truth

The Nightwatcher

The Recordings of YT

TrailofLeaves

Sword and Legend

SAparanormal hunters

The Undecided Five

One Bad Dream

Paranormal Investigation

Stargazer

DeathOn40Street

Keratin Garden

[wihellib]

I wanted to talk a bit about the Comiket Popularity Vote. The full list can be found here.

Levi was voted as #1 with almost 1500 votes above the 2nd place Beel. He wouldn’t have been my pick, but this result doesn’t really surprise me. His character archetype is very popular in Japan.

Satan being third is interesting simply because he is usually so dominant whenever the polls are conducted here on tumblr. But it just goes to show you that different fandom spaces can have very different opinions on characters.

I am surprised that Belphie is behind Michael, seeing as he is a King and I really thought all the Kings would have top ranks, but Michael managed to sneak himself in there. Well, he is very pretty. Good for him.

Then, Zagan was 8th and had the top spot of all the lower ranks. This came of nowhere for me. I am very neutral on Zagan. I can see his appeal but not so much that it’s above literally every other lower rank as well as L characters like Gabriel and Raphael. I am very curious about what makes him so attractive to the fans at Comiket.

The results seem to mostly follow the pattern of: more screen time = a higher spot. Not totally though, there are some outliers. Astaroth being so high up is odd, since we haven’t seen him in the main story and only minimally in events.

Belial and Stolas’ positions are also odd for the inverse reason. We’ve seen them quite a lot, Belial is even in the main story and has an H scene, but they are in the bottom 3. I am curious about the reason for their dislike.

Now, the fact that you could vote multiple times for the same guy skewed the results a bunch I’m sure. I would have liked to see the breakdown of single votes only and how that would have changed the placements.

I really hope they’ll do more more polls like this, but open it up to everyone who plays the game. Other gacha games have an announcement in game that they’re having a survey, and you can click a link that takes you to a website where you can give your opinions to specific questions. There’s no reason WHB can’t do this.

Everyone who is a fan of the game should get a voice in which lower rank demon will get an L card, not just a specific group of people.

The most fair (and comprehensive) way to do this would be a ranked choice poll. You choose your top three S and/or A+ rank demons, where 1st gets 3 points, 2nd gets 2 Points, and 3rd gets 1 point. Adding up all the points, whoever has the most will be people’s overall most wanted.

[semiweirdshipper]

How it all started.

I've been having a lot of wonderful conversations with my friends and viewers on this account, and a lot of them have asked how my journey with slashers and Dead by Daylight began. Well, it's a super long story with lots of crazy twists, so I decided to make a long, useless post about it. I just feel like sharing. I'm sorry.

It all started with this handsome fella. Victor Creed from X-men Origins. He's the one who got me interested in reader-insert fanfiction.

I was writing Victor way, way, way before my slasher fanfics. He was part of my oldest OTP Victor x Wade. But, the thing was... I had a crush on Vic, which was weird because I never find any characters attractive, but for whatever reason, he was the exception. He's one of only three characters I think are attractive. I had searched up his name in the archive in search for whatever I could find (which wasn't very much, sadly), and I came across reader fanfiction. The few reader-insert fics with Victor were too sexual for my taste, but I enjoyed them nonetheless. The second-person pov gave me a new outlook, and I was enamored.

Victor will always be my favorite bad guy. He's part of my OTP. And he's one of my favorite characters in general. He jump-started this entire thing by introducing me to reader-insert fanfiction and proving that I have some kind of obsession with intimidating bad guys being gentle. He's my king.

A year or so later, and I randomly came across the SlashStreet Boys song "Die by My Knife".

Besides Ghostface, I didn't know who any of them were. My first thought was "who the f*ck are these weirdos?" And, eventually, I did some research and learned that they were from old horror films. At first I wasn't really interested in any of it. I thought the song was fun and catchy, but I didn't have any desire to actually learn about the characters. HOWEVER...

The seed Victor planted in me caused me to seek out other potential bad guys to read fanfiction about. And that's when the next step took place.

A Nightmare on Elm Street. My first slasher film- the film that brought out a deep, dark desire inside of me.

Watching this made me feel something I had never felt before. No, not sexual desire, but it was desire. I realized some sad things about myself. I've ran for my life before, many times. I've begged for mercy. And I've been hurt much like the characters in the movie. And, shamefully, I remember always wanting it all to just stop. Freddy's potential as a fictional bad guy made my traumatized ass yearn for some form of comfort and clarity in which I had never gotten in real life. Sad and messed up, I know.

I tried to ignore this deep desire for a while. I thought I was just being insane. Who wants to seek comfort from fictional serial killers?

Secretly, I ended up watching more slasher films like Texas Chainsaw, Halloween, Friday The 13th and a few others. I decided that Michael was a good figure to start with. I asked my old writing friend if she knew who he was and if she had ever read any fanfiction about him (we both liked bad guys, but for different reasons), and she introduced me to Dead by Daylight.

Dead by Daylight. The fandom that ruined my longest friendship, but also helped me to realize that that friendship was toxic to begin with, and I could indulge in some awesome comfort tropes.

My writing friend had been with me since I was 14 years old. She was more than just my writing buddy. She was my life-giver. We wrote profusely together every single day. She had no idea what horrible things she was distracting me from in my life. I envied her and I loved her. And because of that gratitude, I never realized how much she was taking advantage of me. I was just happy to have a friend. She never let me write my own stories. She made me beta-read her own stories. We had to do everything she wanted to do. She would never indulge my own ideas. She made me write rape and underage tropes. I was too scared of losing her to say no.

And then, she finally f*cked up by introducing me to Dead by Daylight. She wanted to write Michael Myers raping characters like Jake, Dwight or David. I never told her that I wanted to write fluffy reader-insert fanfiction (she didn't approve of reader-insert stuff). So I went along with it... For a little bit.

Little did she know, but I had created a different account to publish my first two reader-insert fanfics with Michael Myers. The Flowers, and The Knife That Reminds were my first two slasher stories I ever wrote, and I was so scared of my friend finding out that I created a different account for them.

Time went on, and I started playing dbd and learning more about it, and I realized that I had a whole bucket of opportunities presented before me. Bad guys galore. Comfort potential galore! I was swimming in a goldmine.

I moved my two Micheal Myers stories back to my original account, and I started writing dbd fanfiction. My friend wanted to keep writing rape, but I finally, for the first time ever, said no to her. I didn't want to write rape anymore. She got upset, and we got into a fight. I poured out my feelings, she played the victim, and we eventually stopped talking to each other. I lost a lot that day, but I found something even more precious.

I found all of you.

At first, my slasher stories were written as a form of comfort for myself. But, more people enjoyed them than I could have ever hoped for. I may have learned just how much my best friend didn't care about me, but I was able to grow and heal, and I soon found better friends. Lots of them. And I'm so grateful.

I'm so sorry that this story is long and messy. I don't know why I shared it. It's just difficult to find a spot to explain how my journey began, so I stair-cased it, lol. Thank you for reading. I hope you all are doing well 🩷

[blackbleedingrose]

Long Lost Morningstar - Part Two

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing(s): Charlie x reader (platonic), Vaggie x reader (platonic), Charlie x Vaggie

Genre: Fluff

Warning(s): minor cursing.

Notes: This is the second installment of LLM. This one will be going more in depth in (Y/N)'s life in Heaven and her relationship with Michael and Charlie. I will also be working on another Hazbin mini series (the one I mentioned in my last post) so part three will take a little longer - so, please, bare with me.

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"This is one of the reasons why I wanted to meet you in the first place. . . My full name is (Y/N) Demiurgos. Daughter of Archangel Michael Demiurgos".

(Y/N) Demiugros have lived in Heaven her entire life among the archangels, seraphims, and winners (human souls who ascended into Heaven after they died).

She, herself, was a seraphim - one with very large and beautiful wings; six in total.

Her father, Michael, was one of Heaven's archangel's and one of the Seven Virtues. He was the one who had created her from stardust.

At least, those were the stories she's been told her whole life.

Though, it was strange. . .

Her father had crafted her in his likeness and yet the two couldn't be more different.

Not to say Michael was a complete stiff or was lacking any sense of humor - in fact, all of the archangels had their own strange quirks. (Y/N) loved being around them and often shared their humor.

The problem here was. . . her curiosity.

She was a naturally curious being and would often dream of things most of Heaven would frown upon - like six-winged ducks.

As a child her curiosity would sometimes get the better of her and she would try to venture beyond the archangel's castle (where she lived with Michael and the other archangels).

Of course, Michael was always there to stop her from wandering too far.

It became evident that (Y/N)'s curiosity and wonderous spirit would only get worse if he didn't stop it right there and then.

He didn't want her to end up like her real parents.

What (Y/N) didn't know was that almost everything she has ever known was a complete lie.

Or that Michael was not her real father/parent.

That title rightfully belonged to Lucifer and Lilith Morningstar.

But, of course, no one who knew ever planned on telling her; so, instead they twisted the truth.

Michael told her all about what Lucifer and Lilith had done and how the two brought evil into humanity. An act that got them a one-way dropped elevator ride straight to Hell.

Obviously leaving out the part where Lucifer and Lilith were her real parents, and instead told her they were her estranged uncle and aunt.

He had hoped telling her this would stifle her growing curiosity and wandering enough to keep her out of trouble and from ending up exactly where his twin brother and his lover had all those years ago.

It also helped that ever since Lucifer and Lilith's trial, Heaven has been cracking down on teaching their residents obedience and the consequences of straying too far.

And for a long time it worked.

(Y/N) was one of Heaven's top students and a role model seraphim to all angels alike.

On the outside she was grace, obedience, and perfection personified - just as she was taught and just as Heaven wanted.

But on the inside, she was still that curious and wonderous spirit who would secretly write her dreams in a private journal she had to hide away in a pocket dimension with her magic.

(Y/N) yearned to venture outside of Heaven and explore all the different realms to see what they had to offer. Like the ones she's read from the books in Heaven's restricted section that she may or may not break into in the dead of night (she's a sneaky little sneaker :P).

Tales of archons, unique planets, and realms with distorted human desires would fill her head - her heart yearning to one day travel to those places herself.

But for now, her life was in Heaven as a role model seraphim whose curiosity and wandering was kept in check.

. . . Until she caught wind of the Princess of Hell's meeting by her fellow seraphim, Emily, during their weekly hangout.

(Y/N) was aware Lucifer and Lilith had a child born in Hell, but she never expected her demon cousin would ever be granted permission to enter Heaven.

She couldn't help but wonder what her cousin wanted with Heaven.

Whatever it was, it was big enough to warrant a whole trial with the Head Seraphim, Sera.

Oh, no - there goes her curiosity.

(Y/N) knew her father would frown upon her interacting with the daughter of the ones who damned humanity. . . but she couldn't help it! She really wanted to meet her cousin and see what she was like.

Maybe people in Hell weren't as bad as Heaven made them out to be.

Luckily for her, Emily was quite the chatterbox and told her all about how she and Sera were going to give a tour to the Princess of Hell and her partner, the hotel they were staying at, and the exact room number.

Before she went on her way, (Y/N) managed to get one of her doting simps friends to cover for her and her duties to avoid raising suspicion.

When Emily and Sera had finished talking to Heaven's demon guests and brought them to their hotel room, (Y/N) was hidden away in the hallway waiting until they left.

As soon as she was sure Sera and Emily were gone, (Y/N) quickly rushed to the door.

She silently psyched herself up before knocking.

Charlie and Vaggie, who were skeptical to hear a knock so fast, hesitantly opened the door.

"Uh. . . Hello?".

When Charlie opened the door she definitely wasn't expecting to see a very tall angel with long blonde hair, purple eyes, red cheek circle's, and a big smile on her pale face standing outside. For a moment Charlie could have sworn she was almost looking at her mother.

"Hello! You must be Charlie and Vaggie! Emily's told me all about you - well, the only things that she knew before meeting you. Haven't had the chance to ask her about you after meeting you, but since I'm here now I might as well as you yourselves!".

(Y/N) snapped out of her trailing thoughts and rambling, "Oh, shit! My bad! I got a little carried away and forgot to introduce myself. Sorry. My name is (Y/N). I'm a seraphim. It's so nice to finally meet you!"

Charlie and Vaggie had to recover from the whiplash of the seraphim's personality and onslaught of words. Not wanting to offend her and mess up her chance before the trial, Charlie invited (Y/N) inside. (Y/N) eagerly accepted and walked into the room admiring it - she's never been in a hotel before.

"So. . . why are you here?" Vaggie asked rather rudely suspicious of why a random seraphim would go out of their way to talk to people from Hell. "Vaggie!" Charlie whisper-yelled afraid she offended a potential high authority in Heaven.

"Oh, well, I was hoping to get a chance to meet you both. When Emily told me about how the Princess of Hell wanted a meeting in Heaven about her hotel to redeem sinners, I'll admit my curiosity was peaked and I knew I had to see who you were in person".

Charlie gasped, her eyes shining, "Does this mean you think it's possible to rehabilitate demons?!". Vaggie glared at the angelic being, "Why would a seraphim care to meet people like us?".

(Y/N) gave the two a gentle smile, "Well, I tend to be a naturally curious individual - which I'm sure you can imagine isn't something Heaven is too fond of. As for redeeming sinners - I'm not sure. Personally, I would love to see souls in Hell given the chance to be redeemed and enter Heaven. Especially the ones who truly do not deserve eternal damnation. Which is why I'm excited to see how your trial ends. Hopefully you have evidence to prove your hotel works. I mean, if the Princess of Hell is willing to vouch and put in the effort on giving sinners a better chance at an afterlife in paradise, then maybe not all demons are bad after all".

Charlie and Vaggie were awestruck. Sure, Emily was really nice but (Y/N) was the first angel to actually be willing to give them a chance. Charlie had tears in her eyes, "D-Do you really believe that?". (Y/N) smiled and laid her hand on Charlie's, "I do".

Charlie and Vaggie smiled at the seraphim. It was nice to see that there was one angel here in Heaven who wasn't going to shut them down right away - someone who genuinely supported their cause.

The three chatted some more - mainly Charlie and (Y/N) with Vaggie chiming in from time to time. Now that the three got more comfortable with each other, the conversation was going a lot smoother. Despite just meeting one another, Charlie and (Y/N) felt like they've known each other for years.

"So, what do you do here in Heaven?" Charlie asked (Y/N). "Oh! Well, I sometimes help the archangels with their duties, but I mainly work in court trials", (Y/N) answered. Charlie's eyes lit up, "Court trials?".

(Y/N) immediately caught on. She shook her head, "Oh, no. Not in the actual trials; that's for the higher seraphims. In this case, Sera and Emily. I'm just a stenographer and record keeper. I help keep and maintain the court records and sometimes record the trials in person".

Vaggie raised a brow, "A seraphim as a stenographer?". (Y/N) nodded, "It's actually a very important job. . . but, I won't lie and say it was my first choice for a job. It was my father's idea. His way of keeping me busy, entertained, and out of trouble".

Charlie blinked, "Oh! Who's your father?". (Y/N) bit her lip nervous, "This is one of the reasons why I wanted to meet you in the first place. . . My full name is (Y/N) Demiurgos. Daughter of Archangel Michael Demiurgos". Charlie and Vaggie's jaws dropped.

"Archangel Michael?! A-As in my dad's twin brother?!".

(Y/N) nodded fiddling nervously with her hands. Charlie did a double take, "Woah, woah! Wait! Then doesn't that make us-" "Cousins," (Y/N) confirmed. Charlie gasped placing her hands on her cheeks, "OMG! That's amazing!". (Y/N) smiled in relief, "Yeah. I guess it is".

"Who's your mom?" Charlie asked eagerly. "Oh, I don't have one," (Y/N) said rather casually. This made Charlie and Vaggie feel a bit bad, "Oh".

(Y/N) waved her hands, "Oh, it's not like that! I've never had one! You see most angels are typically created here in Heaven using stardust, which is how my father created me. He used his likeness and the female reference of Lilith - your mother. And thus, I was born".

"Oooh - that makes so much sense! Now, I understand why you look so familiar!" Charlie smiled at her newly found relative. She couldn't believe she had a cousin in Heaven. One so kind and beautiful.

(Y/N) was relieved at how fast Charlie accepted her. She was worried she might not be too fond of having an angelic relative.

Vaggie was a bit nervous to discover that (Y/N) was the daughter of a higher ranking angel, but it quickly went away when she saw how happy her and Charlie were talking to each other.

She's only known (Y/N) for a short while, but she truly believed the seraphim had no ill intentions towards them and genuinely wanted to get to know them.

In fact, (Y/N)'s personality reminded her a little of Charlie.

(Y/N) admired her cousin for her big heart and the confidence she had in her own dreams. She was ashamed to admit she was a little envious.

How she wished she could act on her dreams like her little cousin; but, Heaven would never allow it. Her father always had to remind her not to stray too far, or she might end up just like her uncle and aunt. . . Fallen.

This was why she had to always keep up appearances when she was in public. No one other than those closest to her knew of the dorky, cheerful, and quirky side of her personality. To everyone else she was poised, graceful, and elegant.

When Charlie had asked her about her dreams (Y/N) told her seraphims weren't allowed to dream, or at least have dreams that would go against Heaven's rules.

Despite trying to hide how much that bothered her, Charlie and Vaggie noticed the small shift in her behavior. They felt bad for her wishing Heaven could be more open minded.

(Y/N) quickly waved it off claiming she was okay and that she was used it. She understood her father just wanted to keep her safe and out of trouble.

Soon it was time for (Y/N) to go to avoid making her father suspicious of her whereabouts.

Before she left she and Charlie shared a tight loving hug. (Y/N) wished her good luck in her trial and that she would be rooting for her.

Hearing her cousin support her dream and wish her luck made Charlie feel a lot better about the trial.

Being around (Y/N) made her feel comfortable and safe. She felt familiar, which now makes sense seeing as the two were family.

Her dad couldn't be here, so it felt good knowing there was someone in her family here in Heaven who believed in her.

With those thoughts in mind, she was ready for the trial and positive she would change Heaven's mind and prove the hotel's credibility.

. . . Too bad things sometimes don't go as we hoped.

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@soobryu @kyo-kyo1 @miyako-night20 @charliecharlie65 @unknow-sama @myluckymoon @lbcreations-blog @moonchaos18

[nightingale2004]

OK, bridgerton people, I finished up the last season, and I have a LOT to say

First off, I think it's COMPLETELY UNREALISTIC that Daphne and Simon, along with their beautiful children, are not with the other Bridgertons soaking up all this drama and scandals that's been going on in ther family. SERIOUSLY WHAT HAPPENED?! was there a problem with the actors? Or something? Like what happened that made the actors and the children NOT MAKE AN APPEARANCE IN THE SEASON OF BRIDGERTON?!

Secondly, I also find it unrealistic that Anthony and Kate literally missed out ON PENELOPE'S LADY WHISTLEDOWN REVEAL?! LIKE, SERIOUSLY?! I get that Anthony wants to be with Kate and get to know her culture, but Anthony and his amazing Goddess wife Kate have missed out on the biggest reveal and scandal to hit their family! I so badly wanted to know what their reaction was going to be and their thoughts that Anthony's little brother is F*cking married to a gossip writer. Including Benedict.

I need to know! I can literally already imagine both Kate and Anthony reading the letter that Penelope is Whistedown and their reactions (to me) are hilarious 😂

Thirdly, I kind of wanted the secret identity of Lady Whistledown to be a secret a little while longer. Like maybe after Benedicts season. That's just my personal opinion. But I did want the queen to still find out and have Penelope and Charlotte have a private alliance. Penelope still gets to write under the approval of the queen as long as the queen looks at it first and maybe becomes the queens eyes and ears.

Lastly, I would like to acknowledge the haters here who don't like the change of gender of Michael Stirling, aka Michaela Stirling, and are fearing for their lives that Sophie Beckett will become Stephen Beckett.

Firstly, we are not the creators of this fantastic world. OK? The author is, Netflix is making this show into a reality, and those of us that actually like the show are actually OK and loving with how things are going especially the reveal that not just one but THREE bridgerton siblings ARE a part of LGBTQ+ community. Can we all just take a moment and not go backward to the "Annabeth shouldn't be black" incident. I know these two incidents don't relate because one has to do with race and the other has to do with gender but can the haters just stop. I believe the authors and creators of this AMAZING show know what they are doing, and the bridgertons along with Queen Charlotte are one of the few shows I like that haven't been canceled yet. So consider this a freaking win people.

If the creators want to change a few things, then let them change a few things, we are fans, and we have something called fanfics to which we read and write if there's something we don't like or can't live with when it comes to a fandom series. As long as the creators of the show keep giving us our daily dose of drama and do the bridgerton books justice than I for one am going to keep on watching and being invested in this fandom.

And haters one final message to you, if you don't like the shows, THEN STOP WATCHING THE SHOWS!!!!!!!

I have said my peace. And there is plenty more to come

[johanna-swann]

So I've been complaining for a while that 911 has nothing exciting going on anymore, but there is actually one thing that I am super curious to watch play out. Not even just in universe, I'm curious to see how the show handles this:

How are they going to resolve the Christopher problem?

If the rumors are correct the actor moved away and he is mostly leaving the show. We've had a situation similar to this before with Harry and his actor, but despite the similarities there are also differences that will be difficult if not impossible to navigate.

Harry left to live with his dad. Everyone in the Grant family was on board with this because they all had a good relationship to each other and Harry had already stayed with Michael during covid. It made sense that Harry would want to stay with his dad and stepdad.

Christopher left LA not because he wanted to stay with his grandparents so badly, but because he didn't want to stay with his dad. He didn't leave because he loves his grandparents that much, he left because he was angry with his dad. Eddie was not okay with this decision, but let Chris go anyway because he felt it was the right thing to do. Ramon and Helena don't officially have custody of Christopher or any other form of guardianship agreement (afaik), so even legally this could get complicated.

Harry left the show in a way that was satisfying storywise. I was sad to see him go, but David had this huge opportunity and of course Michael went with him. Harry going as well was okay because it was a happy parting of the ways even if I miss all three of them.

Christopher left in a way that needs a resolution. There is still conflict here and the only way to end this in a satisfying way is to reunite Eddie and Chris. Ideally not 3 seasons from now, but asap. It has already been 8(?) months.

(This entire plot is madness btw. Like. Even when you have a bad argument you don't just let your child move 800 miles away from you permanently. Especially when the grandparents in question have a history of trying to get guardianship. After the summer break at the latest Eddie should've put his foot down about this. But I digress and they probably had to do it like this because Chris' actor wasn't available.)

My point is: There are 2 ways this can go.

1, Eddie and Christopher reunite in El Paso. Eddie leaves LA, Ryan Guzman leaves the show, a notoriously angry fanbase will send death threats to the showrunner and producers like they never have before. You know, fun stuff.

("Not all Buddie fans", I know I know, but there is a significant portion of shippers in this fandom who have become very fond of online harrassment and bullying, icluding death threats and suicide baiting. Need I remind you that only recently the 911-bts account was bullied offline? They were completely neutral on the ship question and only posted about official info, they really didn't do anything wrong and yet, here we are.)

2, Eddie and Christopher reunite in LA. Chris comes back, they talk things out, work on their relationship. Sounds better, right? Yeah, tiny problem though. How?

How, if Chris' actor isn't available? Do they just have Eddie talk about Chris without ever showing him again? What about Chris and Buck's relationship? They throw that out the window too? I imagine recasting is quite difficult, how many child actors with CP who fit the bill can there be in LA?

Besides, don't get mad at me, but Christopher kinda makes up 80% of Eddie's personality. He's the single dad, that's his constant. What else does he have? The panic attacks, the military trauma, the anger issues - all of those things are stuff the show brought up once for rather short arcs and then never again. If you look for things that are always true about Eddie there's two of them: He's a single father and he's still hung up on Shannon.

They can't drag Shannon's corpse around forever (though they do try). Take Christopher out of the equation too and forget about Chris himself, what is this show going to do with Eddie? He has never shown any ambition to further his career in any way. He doesn't seem to have close ties to any of his relatives outside of Pepa. Like. Dude has two sisters and he never even mentions them. Carla apparently also left the show. He doesn't really have other friends outside the 118 (he hasn't talked to Linda since season 5 and Tommy left the show too). And even within the 118, who is he particularly close to other than Buck?

They could of course actually go for Buddie, but is that a good idea right now? Eddie still hasn't worked out his Shannon complex, Buck is not over Tommy yet and it doesn't solve the Christopher problem.

So yeah. Very curious about how they'll solve this pickle. I'd love to hear some other people's thoughts about this.