#Ozzy daydreams

[poisonouswritings]

Okay ik i havent been here in a while but,,,sage,,,sage is one nosey mktherfuckir. I can imagine him evesdropping on a conversation while you two would be out together and he's just so,,,,zoned out listening to it,,, he'd probably let you in on whatever drama he's listening to. Maybe he uses that to time whenever he's going to join a betting game? Also him hearing other people complimenting you across the bar but you don't know what's up and just kinda watch him get more and more worked up and agitated lmao. Even worse if said people decide to approach you

He could probably hear people fucking in the back alley lmao

Hi Ozzy :3

Omg hi Egg!!! It's been a while but I also haven't been around in a while so it evens out

GN!Reader, hehe I love jealous Sage sm actually

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Sage is a nosey little fucker. On the streets, there with two main bargaining chips; money (which always talks) and knowledge (which is garnered by talking). Knowledge could be anything from having an itemized list of what shipments are coming into the dock and how much they're worth to horrible, vile blackmail that can make the leader of the Sunstone Order look the other way at your crimes.

And since he rarely ever had extra gold, knowledge was his best bet.

So he learned to eavesdrop. He might not remember names it takes him an embarrassingly long time to memorize yours, so for the first few weeks you know him he basically never used your name but he remembers faces and hair colors and random little details, and that's enough to be useful.

Even when things do get a little more stable and he's no longer stumbling on the edge of nothingness, old habits die hard. So when you're at the tavern and he hears some interesting gossip, he listens.

And if it's something funny, or dramatic, or just plain weird, he'll tell you about it. Sometimes it's not even intentional. He'll be zoning out, sipping on his ale while you chat with Tulsi, and he'll just start rambling about it.

He's buzzed,, his head is on your shoulder and you're stroking his ears,,, and he just starts parroting whatever he hears and it startles the shit out of you because he's talking about a murder?? Is he okay??? Is he possessed???? And then you put two and two together and realize Oh He's Talking About Murdering Someone In Cards and then he suddenly gets up and joins the poker game going on because now he knows who to target.

He goes up to the bar to get a drink and you whisper "HEY SAGE YOU HAVE A CUTE ASS!" and his ears fold down and his tail starts wagging and when he comes back he's blushing a little and he calls you a dork but he can't stop smiling

But sometimes you'll be sitting and talking and he'll suddenly go quiet. His ears will flick. He'll pout and put an arm around your shoulders (even if that means getting up and moving to your side of the table). And that's how you know he's jealous about something.

Do you tell him you know he's jealous, or do you play dumb to tease him?

Sometimes you'll be at the bar ordering food and suddenly Sage will show up behind you and wrap his arms around you,, if he's drunk enough then he'll just start hissing at whoever was coming up to hit on you.

>:( You're his >:( and he's yours >:( so why won't people leave you guys alone >:(

He's so whiney about it too

And if the person/people were saying super disrespectful/inappropriate things about you?? Then he will get in their face and start cussing them out. Usually in Vair so you don't know exactly what they were saying about you, or what threats he's hurling at them.

Also,, after that happens,,, he'll start nomming on your neck/collarbone because he has to mark you!! 'Cause you're his!!!

Also there are a couple of times you guys are gonna leave via the back door to the alley (especially when there's some kind of brawl going on) but then he'll stop,, kinda snicker,,, steer you back out the front but his tail wraps around your upper thigh and kinda slides up and down a little,,,,,, hehe

[diagonal-queen]

okay i need someone to talk to about s2 ep7 of helluva boss. someone talk to me about it. i need therapy. therapy about being a fizz kinnie this whole time and i just never knew? about how i almost vomited of joy from fizz and ozzie just bein themselves? how mammon had an aussie accent and there wasn't one dumb fuckin demeaning joke about that? how he's legit an actual fucking genuinely hateable villain?? how ozzie defended fizz (physically and emotionally) in that last fucking scene? how it portrayed the complexities of a deeply financially and psychologically abusive relationship from both an outside and the victim's perspective? how it portrayed anxiety and mental health in general? how fizzarolli?? how fizzarolli just existed?? how fizz and ozzie are so cute and the best? HOW THEY FINALLY FUCKING KISSED UMM ?}???/??? FIZZAROLLI??????? ALL THE CLOWNS???? THE SOUNDTRACK?????????????? IM A CLOOOOWN BITCH

[whatwenthereagain]

pov you call yourself a name in your mind, refer to yourself as it when your alone, use it online, and named your fucking sims 4 character said name, but still dont use it in real life because your parental units disapprove of The Gays TM

[acircusfullofdemons]

💫. ┊    I hate having fictparas. I always feel like I'm somehow "ruining" the canon character even tho literally nobody is gonna know :/

[mikeladano]

Top Five Ozzy Tunes on Grab A Stack of Rock with Peter Kerr, Mike Slayen and John Clauser

Hot on the heels of his excellent interview with bassist Bob Daisley, Peter Kerr suggested we run through the Top Five Ozzy Osbourne solo songs, and a brilliant idea it was!  Ozzy’s solo career is rich, especially in the early years, with beautiful ballads and incendiary metal.  There are heavy progressive moments, advanced arrangements, and brilliant lyrics. We gave Ozzy’s career a solid listen…

[fuctacles]

Remember late bloomers ?

Love popping into my wips and finding finished stuff I should have posted ages ago

Jeff gently informs him that getting running gear for the first date is a bit of an overkill.

“There is so much wrong with that idea. First of all, you hate running. Exercising, in general. And second, this is kinda pathetic.”

Eddie gasps.

“How dare you!��

“Dude, you just officially met today. Why would you waste money on something you might use once and then never again?”

Jeff was, of course, none the wiser that Eddie was about to enter his fit era. He’s going to jog every morning from now on, he’ll get cute matching sets with Miss Stephanie, drink smoothies, and get a gym pass. He’s going to turn his life around, lose the tummy fat he’s been harboring all winter, and turn it into a sixpack. Their fans are going to love it. Stephanie, too. They’ll run off into the sunset—or sunrise—together, they’ll make and raise the healthiest little babies—

“Are you planning your wedding or something?” Jeff interrupts his daydreams with a scoff.

Eddie bristles.

“I’ll be planning your funeral if you don’t start supporting your perpetually single friend,” he bites back.

Jeff raises his eyebrows.

“You sure that’s what you should be saying to the only friend who can lend you some jogging clothes?”

“Uh…”

“Thought so.” And Eddie hates his satisfied smirk but he’s desperate so he bites his tongue. “So, what you really need are good running shoes…”

He feels all kinds of stupid in his sporty get-up. He’s wearing his old Reeboks he wears only when his shitkickers are in repair (he will wear them to his grave), Jeff’s tracksuit pants, and his lucky Ozzy t-shirt. He woke up extra early today and his mug of coffee was almost empty by the point she, Stephanie, rounded the corner.

His mind goes blank when he recognizes his hoodie.

Maybe he hasn't woken up yet. What other explanation was there for this beautiful creature, backlit by the rising sun, to be walking up to him, decked in bright-colored leggings, and tank top and his hoodie, clashing unforgivingly with its blackness?  How else would he get a date with her if it wasn't a dream?

"You're actually dressed for running," she observes. No 'hello', no 'good morning', just her eyes roaming over his body from above. He quickly jumps up from the porch steps.

"Yeah! Lemme just..." He motions to the door with the mug, then quickly gulps down the last mouthful. "Want some water?" he asks, hand on the door. 

Stephanie's eyes snap up to his face.

"Yes."

It's weird, the way she says it, the way her eyes wander over his body. There's no way he's looking that good in borrowed sweats. They have some ugly gym logo on the side too.

"I don't really own gym clothes, but my friend was nice enough to share his," he explains, letting her in. She hums absentmindedly and follows him into the kitchen. He puts the mug in the sink and grabs a glass to fill it with freshly filtered water. When he turns around she's right there, now without the hoodie which she hung over on one of the chairs. Her tits are right there, but he holds her gaze, like a gentleman.

"Thanks." She takes the glass from him and takes a tiny sip, not breaking eye contact. Then puts it aside, on the counter behind him. "What's your stance on making out on the first date?"

Eddie's brain starts screaming.

"Not opposed to it," he answers and is immensely proud of himself for keeping his voice steady.

"Great," she says, almost relieved, as if he could give any other answer than an enthusiastic "ravish me, lady," and gently grabs his face, thumbs rubbing on the stubble along his jaw. She gives him a second to back away before leaning in.

She kisses his lips, just a little peck, a gentle caress. Dives in for another, and one more. Eddie reaches up to run his hands from her elbows up to her shoulders and feels little tremors running through her body. He frowns.

"Steph...?"

She groans instead of answering and her little kisses turn to kitten licks. When he parts his mouth for her, she licks across it, tongue pulling on his upper lip. He yelps in a pleasant surprise.

"I come here with innocent intentions," she says, her voice a bit strained, dipping into lower registers. "And you sit here, with your scrawny little ass in gym sweats." She lets go of his face so her hands can squeeze his waist minutely, before hauling him up onto the counter behind him. He squeaks, less dignified than the sounds he made before, holding onto her. Stephanie presses in and he opens his legs for her without hesitation. "And your dirty old sneakers, ready to jog with me. Eager like a puppy."

Eddie whines at the comparison.

"I'm not," he protests. He's just an adult man confronted with a beautiful woman out of his league.

"You're not?" she asks condescendingly against his ear. She's been rubbing her cheek against his stubble, nosing along the bones like she's the dog, trying to rub her scent all over him. Now she leans back to pout at him. Her lips are plush and pink and they haven't been kissed enough yet. "But I like strays."

Eddie's brain short-circuits.

"Uh... bark?"

She laughs and grips his thighs before capturing his mouth. She dominates the kiss without struggle and Eddie lets her use his mouth to her heart's content. He just wraps his arms around her neck and takes it, moves his tongue where she guides him. He can feel her hands on his thigh itching to touch more, but he doesn't want to part long enough to let her know she can, that she can take whatever she wants.

Eventually, she slides her hands up, thumbs digging into the crease of his thighs, and he mewls. His face immediately goes red at the sound that just left him.

"Well, that's something I'm not gonna un-hear."

Stephanie freezes and moves to pull away, but he traps her with his legs around her waist and presses his face against her shoulder, to hide his shame. Of course this is when Jeff decided to get up and walk into the kitchen.

"Uh, I'm sorry? And, good morning," Stephanie offers, seeing as her actual host won't be of any help. He makes a little wounded sound against her shoulder and she swats his thigh. 

"Good morning," Jeff offers back. "Stephanie, right?"

"Yeah."

"Jeff. I live here too, unfortunately. I was under the impression you were going out for a run, though?" He raises his eyebrows. "Did I lend him my exclusive membership sweats for nothing?"

"They're yours? Can we keep them?" she asks immediately. Eddie presses his nails into her skin not to make a sound at how she said 'we'. "He almost has an ass in them."

"Hey!" It's the first thing he says since Jeff walked in and the first time he moves away from the safety of Stevie-shield. Thankfully, his friend looks mostly amused, not angry or disgusted.

"Please," he makes a face. "I don't want them anymore."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Eddie's eyes narrow, the familiar back and forth giving him enough courage to release Stephanie from the clutch of his legs. She doesn't move far, just enough so the three of them can look at each other and chat comfortably. Well, considering the situation.

"I just saw you dry humping in them and you dare ask me?" Jeff scoffs.

The two culprits start protesting over each other with "We weren't dry humping!" and "We were just kissing?!" but he stops them, raising both his hands.

"I don't care! Just take them and leave the kitchen! I need some caffeine before work and the only bodily fluid I want in it comes from cow tits."

"Ew, dude," Eddie groans, but Stephanie lets out a surprised snort. 

"We're leaving!" she promises, pulling Eddie down from the counter. He scrambles to find balance but she grabs his hand to steady him. Despite them just making out, that's what makes his heart skip a beat. "it was nice to meet you, Jeff!" she offers, waving on her way out of the kitchen.

"Likewise. Good luck on your run!" he calls after them.

"Thanks!" 

Through the windows, he can still see them, Stephanie fixing Eddie's rumpled t-shirt while he's staring up at her with the dumbest expression he's ever seen. And he's seen a lot of them from his friend. 

"Good for him," he mutters to himself with a fond smile. 

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

I Don’t Ask Much, I Just Want You

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Alexandria

Warnings: Sexual Themes; Oral (m receiving)

Summary: You know just how to convince Daryl to socialize.

gif by @daryl-dixon-daydreams

It was late in the evening when you found yourself in a warm bath and pillowed against Daryl’s chest. You held his left hand above the water, toying with his long fingers. You would bend and straighten them before lacing your fingers through his. No rhyme or reason, just comforting. Twisting to look back at him, the archer had his eyes closed, damp hair sticking to his face and neck. His hair was so long now; nearly to his shoulders. You loved running your fingers through it, scratching his scalp until he was almost purring.

“Soooooo,” you began, returning your attentions to his fingers. Daryl made a noise behind you to indicate he was listening. “Rick wants us to go to the party in a few days. Just to boost morale around here. I told him we’d be there.” You winced when he groaned.

“Why’d ya do that?”

“I know, but he’s right. The people need something to lift their spirits. Everyone’s gonna be there.”

“All the more reason to not go.”

You could tell he wasn’t angry. Daryl was never one for socializing, preferring the quiet of your home to any outing you could think of that involved other people. You were usually alright with that; he had met you in the middle and would accompany you on walks and even hold your hand when you asked. He would even venture to Aaron’s sometimes to work on the bike without closing the garage door. He did a lot of things outside his comfort zone for you. You smiled and brought his hand to your mouth, pressing gentle kisses to each knuckle.

“I could possibly make it worth your while.”

“Ya got my attention.”

You smirked. Gotcha. Turning over, you pressed yourself against him and slid down a bit. “Want to see how long I can hold my breath?” The hunter arched a brow. With a wicked grin, you slipped below the water.

Daryl watched curiously until he felt the warmth of your mouth around him. One hand gripped the edge of the tub, while the other tangled in your hair. He let his head fall back and kept his grip light, not even guiding lest you need to come up for air. You had a way of leaving him wrecked and pliable, ready to give in to anything you asked.

Before you surfaced, the amount of time you spent working him into a frenzy beneath the water was impressive to say the least. You barely took in a lungful of air before his mouth crashed into yours, leaving you breathing harshly through your nose.

"So," you gasped, fingers tangling in his hair. You leaned your head back and to the side as his mouth found your neck, nipping and sucking the wet flesh. You worked an arm between your bodies, rising above him before sinking back down, your body accepting him into your warm, slick center. The string of curses that left his mouth was absolutely filthy. With a roll of your hips, the water splashed around you and Daryl fell back heavily with a hiss. "About that party?"

[eddiexmunsonlover-archive]

One Step Away From You Masterlist

(Eddie Munson x Plus Size!Fem!Reader/You)

A Best Friends to Enemies to Best Friends to Lovers Slow Burn fic.

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Chapters:

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17

You move back to Hawkins after 3 years away to finish out your senior year. Can you salvage the friendship you once had with your ex best friend, Eddie? Will you be able to push down your deeper feelings for him, or will it all come bubbling out in disaster?

Author's blurb/Fic Warnings: Eddie and Reader are both flawed, traumatized babies but they're trying their best! Y/N will only be used in dialogue, and I'll try my best to keep it at a minimum. The events of Eddie's Flight of Icarus book is canon, but you don't need to have necessarily read it to read this fic (relevant parts will be mentioned and explained). There is no upside down in this fic universe. Friendships outside of Eddie with Steve, Robin, and the younger kids will be relevant and explored. Fic will contain mentions of toxic family relationships, substance use (cigarettes, weed, alcohol), mental health struggles (anxiety, depression, etc.), and some fatphobia/insecurities and bullying. Reader is plus sized and overall comfortable/confident in their body, but still struggles with some moments of insecurity. I will go into more detail with warnings by chapter!

Slow burn, idiots in love, mutual pining. There will be angst, but mostly fluff, and a little smut ;)

ALSO idk about y'all, but I maladaptive daydream about Eddie with music a lot, it's where I come up with most of my ideas. I have a whole Spotify playlist dedicated to it with songs from 86' and before that I'd listen to as a teen in Hawkins in 86'. SO, music will be incorporated into the fic. The fic title itself is from Shot in the Dark by Ozzy Osbourne.

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[fictionobsession]

devotion

Pairing: Alastor x f!Reader

Summary: She would give anything for him.

Word Count: 1,997

Warnings: blood, canon typical violence, Alastor being psychotic

A/N: okay friends, first time writing for Al. this was not beta'd or really edited at all so if something seems weird just... assume I meant to fix it. also, this was written as a QPR, but there's a little feelings on reader's side if you squint. I'm not 100% on how in character this is for Alastor, but we tried and that's what matters right

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She plopped onto the shitty couch and pulled her knees to her chest, looking around the shitty house where they'd been hiding out in the middle of this shitty swamp for the last two shitty weeks. The wallpaper was peeling and yellowed, the floors covered in mold and mildew, the running water only worked half the time, and, more importantly, the refrigerator was empty as of six nights prior. Her stomach rumbled just thinking about a nice juicy cut. She sighed, closing her eyes and allowing herself to sink into the daydream of food.

She knew when she'd gotten into this hobby with Alastor that there was a non-zero chance she would wind up on the run someday. She just wished they could have put it off a bit longer, had a bit more fun. She laid her head back against the rotting couch until she heard the creak of the floor near the front door.

Her eyes snapped open and her brows furrowed as she took in Alastor's hunting attire.

“Al, where do you think you're going?”

“Well, my dear, unless you feel like us both starving to death in this dismal abode, I thought I'd better go get some food.”

“Alastor. You know we've heard the dogs nearby. You can't possibly go out there without getting caught, at least until we've had a couple days where we haven't heard 'em.”

“Again, starving is not on my agenda, so we don't particularly have another choice.”

Another choice. Her face hardens as she realizes what another option might be. She stood up and crossed the room, grabbing Alastor's arm before he could open the door. “There is a way for us to make it out of this without you leaving. Or rather, a way for one of us to make it out of this.”

He hummed, and she could see the wheels turning as he put together what she was implying. “I'm not sacrificing myself for you to get away, you know.”

“I know. That's why I'm just asking you to get it over with quickly. You'll get more time, and I – well, I'll at least get to go out on my own terms. If I have to go, at least it'll be for you.”

His eyes widened just a bit, more reaction than she'd usually get, before he shrugged. “Okay. Painless it is. Not usually my style, but I think I can figure it out.”

She laughed, a genuine, full laugh. “I know, Al, and that's why we've worked out so well. But I think you could at least do that much for me.”

He pulled his hunting knife from where he had already slid it into his belt. “Are you ready?”

And with one nod, everything went black.

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It seemed instantaneous, appearing in hell. She looked around, taking in the chaos around her. Literal dumpster fires, public sex, casual street murders, Hell had it all. Of course, arriving in Hell wasn't a surprise for her. You don't kill that many people and expect to get into Heaven. She wasn't even sure she had believed in the whole afterlife thing until she was experiencing it. She shrugged it off, finding the closest place with a mirror she could use for free.

Her body was... different, certainly. But intact, and honestly, she was quite happy with it. Given the various types of demons she'd seen just in her brief time there, it could've been a lot worse. She wandered, putting together a plan of action for getting herself set up in Hell. It seemed she would need income to make most things happen, which made finding a job a top priority. She also needed a place to sleep, as it seemed unsafe at best to stay on the streets.

She got a job fairly quickly at Ozzie's, though she wasn't thrilled with the outfit they made her wear for the whole thing. But it was money, and easy work, so she stuck with it. Asmodeus offered her a fairly decent rate on rent nearby, as well, so she could have done worse.

Shortly after getting settled, she started feeling pressure on her body in random locations and at seemingly random times, almost like someone was grabbing or poking her to get her attention. Occasionally she'd get hot spots, which she at first attributed to it being hot in Hell. Little scrapes and cuts would appear sometimes as well, but they always healed up quickly. It wasn't until the final time it happened that she realized what had been happening over the past few weeks.

A perfect bite imprint appeared on her forearm, accompanied by a sharp pain, and she realized it must have been an effect of Alastor in the living world. She traced her finger over the mark, which had healed into almost a scar, but not quite. It was a bit pink, but wasn't angry and fresh. She smiled a little to herself, happy that her sacrifice hadn't been in vain.

As time went on, she found herself tracing the mark when she was feeling stressed, upset, or particularly lonely. It never healed all the way, making it always a bit sensitive to touch, and served as a reminder of why she was here. The mark always made her feel closer to Al, which brought a little comfort when things got crazy.

She had managed to stay within the same few blocks that she knew were heavily policed by Asmodeus's people. However, six months into her stay in Hell, she finally had to leave her little neighborhood to buy some things for the bar. She packed her gun, a knife, and made sure she was dressed inconspicuously – the rumors about the surrounding areas were very...detailed...about what might happen to someone who ended up on the wrong side of a fight.

Unfortunately, her preparation didn't keep her from getting spotted by some Sharks outside the store as she started back toward her apartment. She tried to hurry, sliding between demons and other sinners, before slipping down an alley to attempt to lose her tail. It was too late by the time she realized it was a dead end, and the Sharks started cutting off her only entrance.

She took one step, two, keeping them in her sight until her back hit the brick wall behind her. Her hand reached for her gun, ready to pull it when the lead Shark got close enough. Their glares were paralyzing, and she could smell the smoke and alcohol on them at that distance. She felt herself start to shake, taking a deep breath to steady herself before -

“You wouldn't want people to think you're picking on those of fairer means would you?” The sound and feeling of static crackled through the air like lightning as a dark shape enveloped the opening to the alleyway. A long, thin shadow ripped through the air, straight through the lead Shark, throwing him against the side of the neighboring building.

Green sparks shone through the seemingly infinite blackness, a pair of what could only be described as antlers growing from the approaching shape. Two more tendrils, picking up the remaining Sharks and tossing them into the air like dolls. She wanted to close her eyes, but couldn't look away from the gore. Sure, she had seen a lot of violence in her time in Hell, but she hadn't seen that level of overkill in quite some time.

As the last of the Sharks fled only to get a tendril through the skull, she pressed herself as far into the corner as possible, sliding down the wall and pulling her knees to her chest. There was only the hope that the demon forgot she existed, and the knowledge that if he hadn't, she would likely be next up for second death.

The shadow approached, darkness fading as he got closer until finally it revealed a man. A tall man, with horns, but just a man, nonetheless. He was straightening out his red coat, and twirling something around in his hands as he approached. “Always good to have an excuse to let off a little steam. Always good.”

He put a hand out to help her up. As she lifted herself off the ground, he was already vaguely shaking her hand, introducing himself. “Name's Alastor, pleasure to meet you. Quite a pleasure.”

His name hit her ears about the time he caught a glimpse of her bite, and both stopped dead in the middle of introductions. She looked up, eyes widening as she realized that yes, that was a microphone, and yes, in fact, it had been quite a while since she'd seen that level of overkill, one could even say since her living days. He looked different now, sure, but as soon as she looked into his eyes, she knew that was her Al.

“Well maybe don't wait so long to come save my ass next time, eh, Al?” She smirked up at him, waiting for him to process what was happening. His nails traced the pattern of his own bite on her arm. She caught sight of his tongue tracing across his teeth, as if he was just then realizing how different they'd really become. “I bet your imprint looks a bit different now, doesn't it?” She spoke more to herself than to him as she reached to pull her sleeve down over the mark.

“Why, I should hope so, my dear. I should very much hope so. Let's see just how much it's changed then!” Without any more warning than that, he pulled her arm to his mouth and bit, hard. The new mark bled, sure, but it healed up more quickly than it probably should have, covering his old impression with his new one. His ears twitched subconsciously, his ever-present smile nearly faltering as he watched the blood drip, drip, drip down her arm. He shook himself out of whatever thoughts were distracting him rather quickly before acting like no time had passed at all since they'd been together last. “Now, I don't think I should leave you alone again. It seems to me that you still can't stay out of trouble, my dear! Come along, let me show you where I've been staying!”

“But – Hang on! Al! I've got to go to work!”

“Ah, there'll be no more need of that anymore. We'll send a notice to... whoever you're working for when you get settled.” He raised an eyebrow, practically daring her to argue. She knew, though, that she'd never gone against what he'd wanted before, and she didn't particularly want to start now. She took the elbow he'd offered her and allowed him to lead her out of the alley.

Occasionally, as they walked, she would catch sight of a shadow that seemed to be following them.

“Oh, don't mind them. They're just keeping an eye on your wellbeing. You better get used to it! Having a friend like me, why, other overlords will just be dying to get their hands on you!”

She scoffed, a look of adoration crossing her features before she tactfully replaced it with annoyance. “I'm not going to get any rest now, am I?”

“Oh contraire, ma cherie! You're going to get everything you've ever wanted and deserved. I owe you that after what you did for me up there, wouldn't you say?”

“Oh I just can't wait to show you Cannibaltown! You've got to meet Rosie, yes. You'll get along very well, very well indeed. And she makes the most delectable little treats! Maybe we'll go by tomorrow.”

As he continued rambling, she hummed approval when appropriate, watching him out of the corner of her eye with a mix of caution and longing. As he led her down streets she'd never seen before, she realized maybe this was all her afterlife had needed after all.

[poisonouswritings]

ozzy. ozzy my entire street lost power give me some sage to cope please I need Mr kitty meow meow cat man

I'm seeing this late because I was murdering myself with homework so hopefully you've got your power back now!! GN!Reader, Modern!AU, Sage is such a scaredy-cat

You and Sage were lounging on the couch, wrapped up in blankets and watching a horror movie. Sage keeps insisting he isn't scared because He's Just On A Couch What's There To Be Afraid Of?? but he jumps at every scare. Part of it is because he kinda zones out during the plot-heavy parts so when there's a sudden sharp movement and loud noise it gets him.

And right towards the climax (if you say that outloud it makes him snicker), the power cuts out. And the sudden pitch blackness and lack of noise scares him nearly as bad as the actual scare would've.

So now he's clinging to you and his fur is all puffed-up.

Y'know how electricity - and by extension, all your appliances - have this little hum? You learn to tune it out after a while, but once it all suddenly goes dead? You're sitting in actual silence.

Sage Does Not Like It.

He insists on doing a quick sweep of the house vis-a-vis his cat night vision. He is a touch bit paranoid to begin with (he's grown up always under the threat of being hurt, so you learn to be on edge with everything. And he's especially careful when you're around because he needs to keep you safe) but it's even more pronounced when you guys have been watching a horror movie. Especially if it's something like The Strangers, Funny Games (side-note I highly recommend Funny Games because you go from being anxious to laughing a little bit to being more anxious to being kinda depressed. Ultimately a little less of a horror movie and more of... a... psychological? thriller? something like that. I dunno. I really like it though), The Purge, etc. Y'know. Home invasion. His immediate thought is that someone has cut the power to have an easier job breaking in.

So he dumps all the blankets on you so you resemble a blanket-lump and darts around to check the windows and doors. You, meanwhile, just pull out your phone like a normal person.

By the time Sage gets back from double-locking everything and checking all the rooms (yes he does look under your bed just to be safe), you've already rounded up some flashlights and glowsticks. I would recommend you have one of those high-powered mini-lanterns that are popular with camping, too

Side note: Between 2018-2020 my streets would constantly have power outages so I had a whole-ass kit of stuff. Flashlight, lanterns, glowsticks, one of those big power packs that hold like 100 hours of charge, a tablet with 50-ish hours of videos already downloaded plus like 30 books, spare batteries, etc. My point is, always have stuff ready in cases of emergencies! I would also recommend having a go-bag for whatever natural disaster is most common in your area; for me it's earthquakes, for other people it could be tornadoes or fires or floods or whatever. And if you have family, especially elderly family, that live far away from you, I would also suggest having an overnight emergency bag with stuff like a battery pack, spare clothes/pajamas, toothbrush/paste/etc., ibuprofen, whatever other medication you might need, so on, and keep a pair of easy slip-on shoes by the door. If you can get cheap sneakers or something to put in your bag, that could be good too. Crocs aren't really great to run in but they're better than being barefoot. Always be prepared for emergencies is the point!

You shine the light in Sage's face to watch his pupils do The Thing. He hisses.

By this point you guys have two options; hang around inside and wait for the power to come back on - maybe give the power company a call - or go outside.

I think the answer to that depends on if you're using pre-timeskip or post-timeskip Sage's personality.

Pre-timeskip, Sage wants to lounge around inside. Maybe have a drink, hang out, do some Netflix and Chill minus the Netflix, etc. Hell, maybe just take a nap depending on the time. You run the risk of boredom setting in. And if that happens then be prepared for him to start randomly nomming on you. He wants to leave some hickeys for everyone to see when the lights come back ;)

Post-timeskip, Sage would rather go outside. It's not that he wants to socialize or anything - Hell no, a lot of your neighbors look at him weird because of the eyepatch and he's heard plenty of whispers about 'why is someone like that in this neighborhood' and 'oh I hope MC is okay' and so on, though he never tells you about it because he's afraid you'll regret dating him - but being outside means less places someone can sneak up on you two. Plus... well, he likes the stars. They calm him down. So you two can sit on the porch, you on his lap and with one of the blankets wrapped around you, tracing constellations and telling stories about them. Depending on how long the blackout lasts, some of the neighbors may come up to say hello, offer candles, and maybe even a snack. Most of the ones that do come by are always nice to Sage (you'd have to be a nice person to go out of your way to look out for others during a blackout, I'd figure) so he's calm about it and thanks them a lot.

You guys have been out there for two hours,, he asks if you wanna go back inside now, since it's getting cold, and you shake your head and lean against him and say he's keeping you warm just fine,,,

If you're tired then you can ask him to sing a lullaby! You mostly ask as a joke but then he actually does it.

I just,, I think he has a nice voice,,, especially when he's being so soft for you,,, ehehehe,,,,,,

[fhrlclln]

Would you ever write for like rockstar!eddie and reader like maybe she's an actor or something or she's his high-school sweet heart and even after he got famous he stayed with her

rockstar! eddie x wife! reader

OMG, ok so you caught my attention. i’ve always wanted to write for rockstar! eddie. i also daydreamed a lot that the reader is his wife (and yes, his highschool sweetheart as well) you know like that bombshell wife that even his fans simp for her as well, gets featured in some magazines and shows. alongside tour interviews and such.

i can imagine the dynamic between them sort of like ozzy & sharon (without the major toxicity but the yelling is there) but overall, you’re just one hella of a wife to corroded coffin’s frontman. and he’s very proud to show you off every interview he gets.

this time they’re doing a reality tv one! like the Osbourne’s.

suggestive themes under the cut

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another day in the munson household… 

“eddie!” you shouted amidst the large canopy of the munson LA mansion. the camera man swerves the camera to eddie munson’s face, eddie fucking munson, leader of one of the grossing rock bands alive in the 90’s. he lets out a sigh as he can hear your heels stomp against the hardwood large stairs as he looks to the camera with a smirk, counting in his head for your barge in as he speaks. it was another filming day for their own reality tv show, his manager urged him to do this, fans demanding wanting to know more about him and his darling wife. you.

“ah, and here comes my smoking hot angry wife—“

the door slams open inside the studio room, the camera whips to you. all dolled up, fresh from your make-up room, wearing a very tight dress that hugged your body nicely. he wasn’t even focused on the terrifying anger written on your pretty face, just that he’s very focused now on your chest. the camera man backs away, slightly scared, seeing as you had something in your hand. fan mail apparently! tons of it in your hand as the other was situated on your hip, very angry stance.

it was cute to him.

“baby, darling.” he greeted with a smirk, urging your hothead to come closer to him, he was sitting on his office chair, the one he always sat on whenever he would spend nights in this studio room to write or compose a song.

“send panties in the mail! panties? are you out of your fucking mind!?” you threw the mail at him, huffing and puffing with anger. the camera man captured this one moment they all knew would be another hit on mainstream. your fights with eddie were certainly a blockbuster for every corroded coffin fan, plus you were hot in it.

“sweetheart, chill! i meant it as a fucking joke, geez—“

another mail was thrown at him, this time he can clearly see the lace of some fan’s panties were peeking out. oh, was he dead. he is popular with the ladies, you were very hyperaware of that and you despised some groupies for getting a lil’ close during concerts or meet-ups, mainly the obsessed ones you couldn’t stand, but they’re not the wife. you are, so in perspective, you won when it comes to them. and you trust eddie, he’s not that stupid.

“baby, what did you expect? they’re fucking crazy.” he snorts, tossing the mail away. you crossed your arms, boobs squishing, eddie gawked at it with no shame.

“you’re laughing at this? i can’t believe you! you’re such an ass—“ you pouted, fuming red in your eyes. eddie shook his head as he grabbed your arm, knowing well you were going to calm down once he gets in you in his lap. you noticed it.

“that’s not gonna fucking work—“

“try me.” he hums, wrapping his arms around your waist as you sat snuggly. leaning your back against his naked chest littered with tattoos, your name tattooed above his heart. your face somehow manage to soften yet still annoyed at how it worked. munson charm. damn him.

“you okay, baby?” he asks kissing your neck, looking to the camera with a wink and a smirk.

“i will strangle you.”

“i thought that was for the bedroom—“

“i will shove this remaining mail up your ass if you open your mouth again.” you warned, pinching his arm. he yelped at how sharp your nails were as you sighed, simmering down now as he placed kisses on your bare shoulder. the expensive scent of your perfume and body wash making him buck his hips up a bit. so addicting. the camera focuses on the sweet moment as you rubbed your forehead, a headache coming in.

“oh, baby. ‘m sorry.” he cooed.

“don’t.” you huffed. “i don’t like this.” you emphasized to the mails on the ground.

“ ‘course baby, i haven’t even fucking opened them yet.” he place a sloppy kiss on your neck. “and i never will. if that makes up for it.”

“thank you, eds.” you sighed in relief. his heart bloomed as he winked to the camera again. mouthing ‘munson charm’.

“gotta remind them, sweetheart, you’re my wife. nothing’s gonna come between that, ey? not even fucking panties.” he reminds you, grasping your chin to look at him. reminding you how many years you two have been together, since highschool, since that incident back in the upside down, being each other’s first experiences and all. you are the love of his life.

his large thumb caressing your bottom crimson lip. you nodded silently, still a little annoyed, his handsome grin widen as he kissed you. tongue and all, still not ashamed he’s showing this intimate moment on camera then probably on television soon. you wriggled, feeling the bulge in his sweatpants form. you hummed on his mouth, liking the sloppiness as you pulled away, all shy now noticing the camera again.

“and stop sending me panties!” he pointed to the camera. “i’m flattered, but i got plenty already.” he joked, earning a smack from you again. the camera man eventually said cut as you both relaxed in each other’s arms.

“today’s film was great, mr. & mrs. munson. thank you so much.” the cameraman smiled nervously as you smiled back widely, still seated on eddie’s lap.

“no problem, lemonade’s downstairs in the kitchen. help yourself!” you kindly offered as eddie placed kisses again on your neck. hot and heavy he is, it was such a turn-on whenever you got mad at him. the door closed shut as eddie finally got a breather. focusing on you now and his ache in his pants.

“so sexy today, baby.” he mumbles, voice low and deep. “getting you all riled up.”

“mhm. if you ever say stupid shit to your fans, munson. i will kick you out.” you hummed tilting your neck to the side as he nipped your soft skin making you let out a quiet whimper.

“hey, they love you getting mad as well, can’t blame ‘em.” he laughs, squeezing your boobs. the fans were crazy for you as much as they are for him. you chuckled remembering the time you got featured on the front page of playboy magazine, everyone went wild. eddie was fuming at that time but he didn’t hide the fact that he bought at least numerous copies of it, supporting your fame. “you’re such a fucking bombshell. ‘m so lucky.”

“i swear, eddie!” you swatted his hands away as he whined.

“i promise!” he laughs heartily as you smiled again. a moment of silence transpires, you two have been together since ‘86, the large mansion was awfully lonely when he’s away on tour, leaving you here sometimes. you love him, really. since the day he clumsily asked you out by the bench in the woods. supporting him throughout, until his band got in with a label. signing them up. being his soulmate, sticking with him until now. something was just missing in the munson household. the thought a important one for you, and you knew clearly what you wanted next. knowing eddie gives you everything.

“what do you think about a little munson running around here, eds?”

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wrote this in one sitting!

[bleucaesura]

STOLITZØ - ONE

Stolas sat at his desk and hid his face in his hands. He was exhausted. It was the full moon. The day he had been both looking forward to and dreading. He hadn’t slept at all last night, let alone the many nights since his failed date with Blitzø at Ozzie’s.

You fool. You should never have let him leave without properly apologizing.

He ran his talons through his feathers, hanging his head in shame.

Poor Blitzø must have thought I was ashamed of him. I can't believe I hid my face like that! Stupid, stupid, owl!

Stolas clenched his feathers until it hurt.

I should have said how sorry I was right then. No! I should have stood up for him in front of everyone! Dammit… I just need to apologize properly. It may be too late now. That's probably why he didn't come when Striker took me… or come to see me when I was in the hospital… What will I do if he can’t forgive me?

Stolas dropped his head to his desk and tried not to cry.

I can’t let that stop me. Blitzø needs to know how sorry I am. He needs to know how I feel. I love him. Always have. And I need to know if he could ever feel the same for an idiot like me.

Stolas rolled his head to the side and looked sulkingly at the gift bag from Asmodeus. He sat up and wiped a tear from his eye as he reached for the box that had been inside.

Stolas touched it tenderly, tracing a talon along its edges. He was grateful to Asmodeus for giving him one of his crystals. It was truly a kind gesture. Stolas had thanked him profusely via text message.

All Asmodeus had responded was “Good luck, Birdie Babe.”

Holding the box in both hands Stolas could feel his heart aching. He imagined apologizing to Blitzø, giving him the crystal, and then confessing his deepest feelings. And in his dreams Blitzø was always grateful and always felt the same way for him in return. Followed by what Stolas always imagined being the best sex of his life - better than he and Blitzø had ever had before. Because they’d finally be making love. Not just f*cking.

Stolas lost himself for a while in his sexy daydreams until his study clock chimed letting him know that he was late if he wanted to get ready. It didn’t matter how this night was going to go, he always wanted to look his best for Blitzø.

Stolas placed the box down on the desk, his talons lingering atop it, willing some kind of - he didn’t know - unknown magic or something, to embué itself into the crystal and tonight. Just willing the night to go his way.

He heaved a heavy sigh, hung his head, and left to freshen up.

*****

[acircusfullofdemons]

💫. ┊    why do my paras always think they can either be gay OR a villain? its 2023 babes u can do both i prommy

[riddle-me-ri]

been doing a BTAS rewatch, this show is so easy to hyperfixate on!!! <3

anyways, between your BTAS boys—jervis, eddie, ozzie, and jon—who are the tit guys, and who are the ass guys?

(and which enlightened fellas prefer thighs? 😏)

a/n:  aahhh an anon of culture I see! And omg you chose the dorkiest, sweetest, most awkward, and loveable (also my favorite) versions of them for this and that makes this so much better, lets go! Also I absolutely tried to just choose one for them, but I see a lot of them still appreciating some thighs!

Content Warning: suggestive dialogue/content, nothing explicit

BTAS Dork Squad and Penguin - Tits, Ass, or Thighs

BTAS Riddler: 

mmm…I’m trying not to play favoritism and make him prefer tits because I think have decent tits

Fuck it, I’m doing it, he prefers tits. 

However, more than anything, I feel like he’d enjoy hips or waist?

Edward enjoys wrapping arms around them and raking his hands up and down your waist. 

And as his hands squeeze and go up your waist, he’ll also teasingly squeeze one of your breasts, just to be the tease that he can be.

BTAS Penguin:

Oswald is an utmost gentleman first and foremost…

However, he is a man nonetheless…a man that prefers thighs actually. 

Not that he doesn’t appreciate other parts, but he loves seeing your thighs exposed in the dresses he gives you. 

When you sit next to him at a table, whether it’s dinner or a sit down, he enjoys caressing and kneading the plump flesh of your thigh.

BTAS Mad Hatter: 

It’s a toss up honestly between tits and thighs. 

Like other Jervi, I imagine he’s very much into physical touch and cuddles.

Once he’s comfortable in a relationship, he very much will be into using your chest and thighs as pillows. 

Somewhere to rest his head perfectly while getting close and cozy with you.

BTAS Scarecrow: 

It may be because he doesn’t want to be overtly obvious to be staring at you…in general

But I see him appreciating a nice ass. 

He’ll stare generously behind your back, and be relieved that you have no idea he’s even doing it. 

Jon does daydream and fantasizes about the day when he has the confidence to squeeze or pinch your ass.

[mikeladano]

ALL ABOARD! Top Five Ozzy Tunes on Grab A Stack of Rock with Peter Kerr, Mike Slayen and John Clauser

GRAB A STACK OF ROCK With Mike and the Mad Metal Man Episode 53:  Top Five Ozzy Tracks with Peter Kerr, John Clauser, and the return of Mike Slayen! All aboard!  Ah ha ha ha ha! Peter Kerr is back, having survived his encounter with Stevie Rachelle and his army of trolls!  He is also fresh from an interview with bassist Bob Daisley, so why not do a list show on our Top Five Ozzy Osbourne…

[bettyfrommars]

Scored a handful of metal cassette tapes at the thrift, and the covers were so scuffed, I had a little daydream about them getting tossed around Eddie's van over the years. Rewinding that one song he desperately needs at high volume in the moment, fast forwarding the others, only to quickly eject the tape and put in another while idling at a stop light. They're all just kinda stashed in the cup holders and seat pockets, chaotically organized in a filing system that only he can decipher. Has to pull over one day looking for Iron Maiden's 1984 Powerslave---he finds the plastic cover but not the cassette---and eventually it turns up inside Heaven and Hell...but now he's missing an Ozzy? What the shit? Proceeds to grind his teeth in frustration as he sulks into work, only to later find it under the passenger seat.

Ever the observant one, Wayne gets him his first portable cassette carrier for his birthday so that he won't be swerving onto the highway median looking for tunes. It's brown with a push lock, resembles a briefcase. Eddie covers it in lyrics and drawings with black marker, and even though tapes still get chucked around when he's in motion, he does his best to keep them organized. For a month or two.