#Playful Deer Poster

[estinesstories]

Hi, I just stumbled upon your page and was wondering if I could make a fanfic request?

The request is as follows: Platonic Vox & GN!Reader who's rational, calm and level-headed but also playful and snarky at times.

Basically, Reader is a teenage sinner (17-18) who made a deal with Vox and works for him as an assistant. Reader is kind of like the voice of reason whenever Vox has impulsive outbursts, and either goes along with his evil plans or banters with him about them if they're super ridiculous. Reader is probably the employee Vox is closest to and whom he trusts enough to even vent to (especially about Alastor). At one point, Reader casually reveals their age and Vox is just like "holy shit you are a ki-", and becomes more protective of them. Even going as far as to threaten demons who so much as curse at them ("hey that's MY employee, only I can do that")

After a while, Vox and Reader get kind of a parent/child type relationship, they still get on each other's nerves but are there for each other when it's needed.

If you don't want to write this, that's completely alright, you can just ignore it!

𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚! 𝙄’𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩/𝙠𝙞𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥, 𝙨𝙤 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮. 💗

𝓘 𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓽!

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩!𝙑𝙤𝙭 𝙭 𝙆𝙞𝙙!𝙂𝙉!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙪𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙡, 𝙨𝙤 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮/𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙨, 𝙄’𝙢 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙙/𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚.

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙑𝙪𝙡𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 💗

(𝙃𝘼𝙕𝘽𝙄𝙉 𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙇 𝘿𝙊𝙀𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙊 𝙈𝙀! 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤 💗)

“I mean, what does that chicken-legged mule deer have that I fuckin’ don’t?” Vox complained, claws barely managing to not tear his desk into a million pieces for the fifth time this week. You only rolled your eyes and pulled your VoxPod closer to your chest.

“I don’t know, sir, but you need to calm down. You’re gonna fry your circuits again.” You tried to reason with him.

“But it’s such BULLSH-ZZTIT-IT!” He growled, opting to only slam his fist into the desk instead. You sighed and tapped away on your device, clearing up the night on his schedule. He whined, like a small child, as he contemplated his choices. “What if… I blow up that little hotel of his!”

“No offense, sir,” you started, glancing up at him as he finally turned in his spin-chair to face you with narrowed eyes. You continued with a deadpan expression. “But that’s a stupid idea. We have already confirmed that hotel has a magical force around it, and it’s ruin your reputation if you killed the princess.”

You were a bit surprised when he didn’t moan and yell in your face, instead seeming to take your words into consideration and taking a moment to think. When his face lit up (a bit literally), you raised a brow.

“So then we’ll just kill him, instead. Silently, of course…” He grinned menacing and straightened his poster along with his tie as he looked to you for your final opinion. You looked to the ground in thought, then to his schedule.

“If we grow a bit more in power in the next month, and redirect the public’s attention back onto us entirely instead of the Radio Demon…” you mumbled to yourself, carefully considering your options. Finally, you looked to him with a dark gaze. “Then of course we can.”

The TV demon guffawed in victory, his excitement flying through the roof as he jumped around the platform. As you watched him, you rolled your eyes. Suddenly, taking your eyes off him, he picked you up by your shoulders, causing you to yelp a bit.

“V- Sir!” You stuttered, trying not to drop your VoxPod from the height. Vox only chuckled and put you down gently.

“Oh, whatever. Call me Vox when we’re outa the public eye.” He waved his hand at you absentmindedly. On the high of an undefeated football team, he suggested, “We need to go out to drink tonight!”

“I knew you were gonna say that, I already cleared your schedule.” You smirked, reaching out to pick up the messy papers that fell on the floor during Vox’s tantrum. Vox hand stops you and picks it up himself. “Nuh-uh-uh, you’ve gotta come along too.”

“Really, sir?” You almost beamed, smiling softly.

“Yep! So you’ve gotta clear your evening up as well.” He declared.

“Damn, I’m lucky this is hell, so I can probably drink.” You thought out loud, earning Vox’s attention again.

“What? Why wouldn’t you be aloud to drink?” He rose a brow; had you stollen something from the bartender they always went to? Or maybe one on earth?

“Oh, I’m 17. And, you know, if it wasn’t hell, I wouldn’t be able to go to the bar with you.” You stated, tapping away on your device again before looking at Vox once again, who only stood there wide eyed.

“Wait, you’re a kid?” He pointed at you dumbfounded. You nodded before he laughed. “Hah! I thought you were just fuckin’ short!”

you rolled your eyes and went back to the screen you were tapping on as he thought out loud. “Wait, how’d you even survive this long? You’ve worked for me for around a year now… holy shit! You died when you were, like, 16?”

“Well, 15, but close enough.” You corrected half-heartedly. Vox was all but flabbergasted. Suddenly, the door to his office opened abruptly.

“Vox, why the hell did you cancel your whole afternoon?” Velvette complained, turning to you and pointing he finger your direction. “What the fuck did ‘e do?”

“Hey! Chill the hell out Velvette, and don’t swear at my employees, only I can do that.” He warned sternly, and you rose a brow in his direction. “We're going drinking tonight, tell Val.”

Velvette’s mood did a 180 as she squealed and left the room. He smiled proudly of himself and turned to you, where you were giving a “really?” look. “What?”

“So now that I tell you that I’m not over 19 years old, you’re gonna act like I don’t appear much less childish than you?” You sneered.

“Uh, ouch, you can tuck right off with that,” he waved you off. “And yes. I am. And you aren’t drinking anything heavy tonight.”

You rolled your eyes for the millionth time today, but smiled a bit to yourself. At least he cared.

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚, 𝙄 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩! 𝙆𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜! 💗

𝘿𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙮 @𝙘𝙖𝙛𝙚𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙚

[canmom]

l'aventure d'canmom à annecy épisode DEUX - lundi - partie 1

sure hope everyone knows the days of the week in French.

I'm gonna be writing throughout the day today because there's gonna be a lot!

this morning i wasted my reservation for The Most Precious of Cargoes by not showing up early enough, rip. As a consolation I went into Grad Films 1! These kinda slapped! ...mostly anyway.

first up, we had Sheep Out by Zofia Klamka, which was pure style. a severely dressed animator has her routine disrupted by a runaway cartoon sheep, taking her on a crazy chase through the ads and posters of the city. edited tight as fuck, the initial routine montage of match cuts transitioning perfectly into crazy smears, wacky perspectives and some really playful shots with the characters running through posters at different scales and interacting with the real world. calls to mind Kon. hell of an opener.

Apartment 203 was a bit of a dud for me. Found footage style about a serial killer, it explains the premise in text at the outset so there is little tension, and it's just a camera looking around a dirty CG with foley of breathing, music, and offscreen violence and screams.

Luckily such misses were not the rule in this block!

Echoes by Robinson Drossos used a very strong sketchy traditional animation style to depict a boy descending into a sewer that becomes an increasingly surreal cave. The pencil texture and strength of drawing and movement do a ton for this one, i fully winced when the boy falls down a shaft hitting his head on every surface.

Carrotica by Daniel Sterlin-Altman was a blast. It's about the desires and fantasies of a single mum obsessed with her carrot research and her repressed gay son who writes erotica in his notebooks, all depicted in stop motion. Excellent naturalistic voice acting and a script that is both funny and very genuine.

Humantis by Paris Baillie from Calarts was a really cool stop motion one about flower petal creatures which engage in strange formal dances, and one of these creatures whose white petals start becoming corrupted with green. The creature tears petals from the others to try to hide its condition but inevitably gets found out, only to discover other green humantises. Yet in the final shot of the film, we see that it still mourns its white petals. I loved the visual style here - really imaginative creature designs.

You are the truck and I am the deer was not really to my taste - poetry over abstract imagery of corruption and trauma, i kinda get it, but it felt a bit too generic for me.

Yapalaponky by Masataka Kihara... I'm sure glad I can post a picture so I don't have to describe the creature. The film depicts a series of cute/funny little interactions between the man and the creature, good visual gags around weight and such, eventually pulling back to a child in a car on the way to a funeral (I think). Always interesting to see jp animation outside the anime bubble - I appreciate the visual imagination of these weird guys with their う faces.

The Time Botanist by Glenn Paul-Parvenu is a delightful tribute to rubber hose and earlier animation, with its mc getting sneezed back into older and older styles by her anthropomorphised time machine. Good concept, nails the execution!

The Last Visit by Keawalee Warutkomain is a meditation on grief, animated in the pages of a book. Foregrounding its process this much, it led me inevitably to think about the act of making a film to grieve someone. I made a short animation when Fall died - it was really rough, but I felt moved to use the art I was making at the time to commemorate her somehow. I always felt a little ashamed that I didn't make something better, but like... as if she'd care! And it makes me wonder like, the stuff about technical execution, how it relates to something so personal as a film about grief - but then, it's not just a personal project, it's being screened for others here. What is the right way to make art 'for' someone who has died? I really don't know.

In this case, Warutkomain is mourning her aunt. The film is more about the experience of grief than the aunt herself, and it felt a little too long for what it had as such an abstract film, but like, it feels cruel to make that kind of criticism. It certainly provoked thought of my own experience of grief, but the subject is inherently resonant - I realised I was getting lost in my head and missing the film. I don't know what to make of it all. Certainly the animation in the pages of a book was a cool effect.

Adiós by José Prats seemed like another such personal film, but in this case a tight drama. A father is struggling to accept the departure of his son, the dialogue full of loaded lines about leaving him behind. They go out hunting, but their dog accidentally eats poison; the father is resigned to losing the dog, but the son runs to fetch salt instead of staying at their side - and this turns out to be the right call, since the dog is saved, and the father finally accepts his son's decision. Strongly executed stop motion, this was a very solid note to end on.

I love student films, because there are few other cases where people get to create with such few restraints. Which isn't to say there aren't pressures - students are trying to impress future employers and their instructors and so forth, and they draw inspiration from other student films so you get certain genres - but I'm always impressed by the sheer variety of stuff that people can cook up in just a year. Definitely a strong block, can't wait for more. (Also some of the directors were present, I hope they appreciated the applause - living the dream of getting a film into annecy. one day.)

[coconutnutmilk]

Realish: god of reality

Pt 2

It has been terrible...thought the human.

Few days have passed since the curious meet with the god.

It was an eccentric, playful creature, that thought that everything created by him, was his.

But its interesting personality wasnt exactly what forced the human to follow every order, but how the God didnt realize how powerful it was.

It would summon couches to sit out of nowhere, it even summoned a cup of hot cocoa, but the places where it took the human so far were what made him realize how truly powerful it was.

And now, onto the story...

-

It has been hours since the God last moved, it was giggling in front of floating paper while the human sat on the gound and looked at the far away village right between the hills.

The sun was almost set behind the mountains that seemed to take place all around making a huge circle, but not a valley.

The god had changed form, changing only the legs as it now looked like a centaur, the antlers slightly smaller but tangled on themselves.

The human sighed and shoke, the breeze making him realize just how cold he was, considering his lack of proper clothes.

He was wearing shorts and a large vest, not leaving much to the immagination.

He had tried asking for some proper clothes, warmer ones at least, but the god seemed offended, proclaming that he would never cover such perfection.

The God snapped its fingers loudly, recalling the human's attention.

"com'ere" it said quietly, gesturing to get closer.

The human looked at the large being with hurt before sighing, unsure, he got up slightly shaken by the thoughts, and walked over the large couch where the god laid, its deer body crouched down on the couch.

As he got close enough a hand reached his cheek gently and pulled him closely, until his lips ungracefully landed on the larger ones.

He had to get used to it, these things didnt mean much to the god apparently, they where like a greet, but a rumble still came out of him unvoluntarily, luckily enough, the god let it slip.

The creature let go of the smaller one and smiled.

"i wanna show you somethin" it said with a calm voice as floating sheets of paper appeared and scrolled themselves.

The god turned to look at the paper and catched one with two fingers, placing it infront of the human.

The guy, still a bit disgusted by the kiss, looked over the paper realizing it was a room design, filled with plants and a huge central window with colored glass, pillars and a four poster bed.

It was a good drawing, but the human did not understand what he was meant to say.

The god shook the paper a little as if waiting for a comment, making the small heart pound a little.

"i-its...uh...v-very go-good..."he forced a small smile, making the god double its own.

"heh, i told them it was good" it murmured while turning around and cheking other drawings, potraits, the human realized, of himself and of the god, other peaple, some with weapons like swords and bows.

The human regretted staring at the scrolling drawings for so long as one particular one looked like a drawing of him, showing much more skin than what he would be comfortable with.

Chills went down his spine, was that what the god intended to do with him?

He looked away quickly, shutting his eyes as if he felt pain, he looked at his belly, he had way more pounds than what a human would need, and this god found it 'cute'.

His eyes stung as tears felt down his cheeks, he just wanted to sleep and never wake up again.

A hand took place on the back of his head, caressing his hair ignoring the startled whimper that came oit of him.

His head turned around, looking at the God that no longer smiled.

The sight made his heart sunk, was the god angry? Why?

The hand lowered to the shoulder and pulled him to sit on the couch, right under the large arm that forced him.

He just stared blankly waiting for whatever had to happen to start and eventually end.

But the hand just rested on him, another one joined, petting his back, leaving him confused, every single move this god made was completely...unexpected.

"what is it?" Its voice, closer than what he would have wanted.

His question ringed with both worry and playfullness.

"you usually cry because of me, but what is it this time?" It leaned lower, as if it tried to match the human's height, staring right into his eyes, but without showing it's own.

The creepy skull mask had always gave the feeling the god hided its face for a reason, maybe it had like those fantasy-creature-like eyes, like, one hundred smal eyes or one bigger one, or four eyes with space in it.

But that wasnt exactly what he should have been thinking about in that moment, he was asked a question and the last time he didnt answer one, things didnt go well.

"i-..." He tried to start some answer, but what could he say? That he was upset about the future? That seeing a drawing of himself naked made him realize that it could probably happen later on?

He just looked away from the gods eyes, staring at the ground with his eyes half shutted.

"i-im sorry..." He muttered, whispered.

The ears of the god twitched, hearing another distant sound.

The human heard too.

A barrier all around the couch appeared, a transparent with rainbox reflexes, the God turned around to look at the human and gestured him to make no noise.

Before the human could even think about something, four guys appeared, each of them with interesting designs, but one caught his eyes as he looked exactly like the one in the many drawings the God scrolled over.

They looked tired, and after reaching a spot only few meters from the barrier the God made, they sat on the ground with a loud 'huff'.

"are we far away enough?" The tallest one, with red spots of scales asked, catching his breath.

He had a tail, short hair and was at least 1.90 meters tall.

"the fuck do i know! God! Cant we just sleep here and pray we dont get caught!?" A guy with a bow, the hair to the side shaved, with a dread falling on his shoulder, asked with a short tampered voice.

He was short, and looked human, with expensive, dirty clothes.

"Pam, shut the fuck up" said a tall lady, with pointy ears, short messy hair with buns, wearing a black, with no sleeves, dress with the longs skirt having two lateral cuts, still not showing the thighs at the side, but being able to move them comfortably probably for combat.

She continued, "you know...'huff' this is, exactly why i told you this would not work" she said, pretty angry

Pam looked at the fourth guy, that instead of joining the discussion, stood closer to Pam, with a weird smile on, his eyes not visible.

"Lanninton, you hear a presence?" Pam asked the so called Lanninton.

He shook his head "nope, no ones around" he said, his voice almost loud, but that seemed like his volume.

Lanninton had his chest completely naked, but had no nipples, very large pants with red green and yellow stripes, and a long tail, his hair were long and he had two frontal locks falling on his...pretty nice abs.

Anyway.

The god giggled, looking at the scene, it got closer to the human and whispered in his ear.

"i wrote this, but its always funny to look at them"

The human again shook, thinking about how all of the people in front of him were created by the god, their story, their past, their future, their personality.

Pam groaned loudly, holding his head.

"Ugh!!" He closed his fist, making Lanninton frown.

The tall guy got on his knees close to Pam along with he girl.

"you cant sense him?" The girl asked, kindly, as if she already saw the scene hundreds of times.

"No! Hes gone! Fucking gone!"he sobbed, holding his eyes, tears falling from his cheeks.

Lanninton seemed unconfortable, he held his arm, covering his belly.

Pam sniffled "Christopher..." He called a name, wanting to keep talking, but getting interrupted by his own tears.

The tall guy and the girl frowned and looked at each other, just for the guy to look back at Pam.

"you mean...the...uhm...God?"

"yeah! The fucking God!"he shouted, upset, making the others flinch.

He got up and wiped his tears, the girl kept trying to comfort him, failing as he moved her hands off him.

"i even tried talking to Hikari, but his spirit is with Chr-...the God..."he kicked a nearby pebble "probably fucking"he muttered, making the others gasp.

"Pam!" The girl called him, almost angry if it wasnt for the worry in her eyes "you...you know you cant-" she sighed, calming herself "you cant use these kind of words to refer to the Gods...you know they can hear you"

She looked at the ground.

"he may be a mercifull God, but you cannot disrespect him" the tall guy finished for her.

He looked nervous, looking around.

"Henry, shut up" Pam said, before turning around and facing him "youre sweet, and kind,and always fucking nervous for some reason, but I know Christopher better than any of you, got it?" He pointed at Henry.

"when it comes to Gods, let me talk" he said at last, making Henry frown.

.

.

.

"the Queen wont be happy..." Lanninton spoke.

Everyone turned around and looked at him, before Pam, with a furios gaze walked to him, only to get blocked by the girl.

"let me fucking go!"he shout at her.

"yeah, so you can shut him up!? Pam! Get over yourself! Youre not the only one hurt right now!!" She yelled back, pushed him towards Henry, that unsure kept his hands on the smaller human's shoulder, making sure he doesnt storm off.

"HE..."Pam pointed at Lanninton, that only flinched, his smile forced to stay "He wants us to go back, just for himself, because if WE, get caught, the plan fails, a whole race gets enslaved, and he dies.

But if we go back, his ass is saved and ours is behind the bars, and in Henry's case, probably on the guillotine" he says, without any filter.

Lanninton standed there, looking down.

"its not that..."he whispered, shaking.

Behind the barrier, it seemed like some tragic film.

A good one if someone wanted some emotional drama.

Anyway.

As Lanninton whispered, Pam only looked angrier

"what was that?" He asked, quietly as if a storm was hiding behind his face.

But someone else's storm came out as Lanninton Shout, his smile turning upside down, he had pointier teeths.

His hair moved from his...eye, full of rage as he yelled at Pam.

"ITS NOT LIKE THAT!" His voice hurt, a hand taking place on his eye almost as to cover it.

"do you know what happens with slaves that help fugitives!? Even if youre the fucking prince of humanity, the one with the huge fucking bless, that came out of nowhere with a beacon of LIGHT!!" He cried, completely out of control.

"it doesnt matter if im YOUR slave, if something happens, the most mercifull thing theyll do to me will be death..."he said as last.

Just to end in sobs.

Pam looked away, some anger left in his eyes along with hurt.

"what do we do?" Henry asked, whispered.

No one answered.

A low chuckle could be heard behind the barrier, making the human shake as he knew who it was.

"You run" it said, making the others look around in fright.

The human in the couch turned around to look at the smiling God.

"who? Where are you!?" The girl yelled at the void, holding closer to Pam and Henry.

A small light came from the Prince's hands as a glowing arrow appeared, just for him to place it on the bow.

"Show the fuck up!" He shouted, was "Fuck" the only curse he knew?

The God only giggled in response.

"it doesnt matter where, who or what am i, what matters is that, to get to the Beam youll have to run.

Take a trip in Dalio, three steps into the water of the red reef for Henry.

A word of forgiveness from Jasmine.

A flight into the deep nightmares of the slave.

Only then, the Beam will talk to you, human Prince" the God concluded.

Astonished, the four just stood there.

"Pam is it a God?"Jasmine was the first to ask, worried, almost scared, and with two chains wrapped around her hands.

Pam looked petrified, but he seemed to know where the God was.

"its...Realish" he trembled out few words.

The human soon realized what kind of reputation the God had among the humans.

The others gaze quickly changed, terror making their way to them, making them bow to the ground.

"i-i apologize! Deeply, for using such words in your presence" Pam shoot out of his mouth quickly.

And suddenly it was hard to breath, trying to control his lungs, the human tried to remain calm, but the pressing hand on his shoulder made it hard.

The God was tense, much more than he had ever seen in his almost a week of life, The God hardly got angry when it was anything else but people denying his power or his orders, like he tried to do, rebelling against its will to touch.

He didnt feel comfortable with being touched by the God, it felt rather unpleasent.

But now it was different, somehow, the God was upset, by something.

He slowly turned, looking at the God's gaze, freezing the moment he saw its huge smile, a wide, petrifying one.

The human looked away, cold sweat forming and a deep feeling as if thousands ants were crawling right under his skin.

The god wasnt upset... they were...excited.

Over the stars...as he was conviced humans said.

What did they have in mind?

The human stared at the others, wondering what the God wanted to do.

But they talked, their tone completely outmatching their expression, being calm and contained.

"now go...

The future awaits you.

We will see at the end of this"

Completely relaxed, if he hadnt seen or sensed the Gods feelings by touch and sight, he would never say the God seemed ready to exterminate every single living being by hand.

And just as the God said...the party went away, quickly, going the opposite direction of the one they came.

The pressure on the shoulder of the human released, making him take severe deep breaths and wipe few tears.

"aww...did i scare you sweetie?" Their voice taking him by surprise, making him turn to apologize, only to get cut.

"dont worry, i wasnt angry, i just get really excited about this part...my role in the story is pretty...weird...but i like acting..."they said, making a gesture with their hand by lifting it before chuckling and retreating their hand.

"sorry, im italian and therefore i like mocking italian gestures" as if the Human knew what an 'Italian' was or what kind of gesture they just made.

But he nodded, gave a forced smile and sighed as the God buyed it.

Oof, another day passed by and he was still alive and still a virgin...

[shadowcaststudio]

Been thinking about what Legend Catcher's fursonas would be and I think I got a few of them nailed down.

From left to right:

Roger's a wolf because family is important to him, he's affectionate and playful to those he cares about, he would defiantly pose for a motivational poster.

Marx is a sea turtle, he loves the ocean, tries to find moments of peace, is a big Seattle guy, he's slow to come out of his shell but is a loyal friend once he does.

Fitz is defiantly a deer because he just jumps into stuff without thinking (trust me, I live in the northwest, these buggers have no fear of humans), also he has that deer in headlights look sometimes.

Donna is a wolf because she is protective of her family and friends, is fierce but can be playful, does not take ****, and is adaptable.

Raven's, well, a raven obviously. She's smart, witty, adaptable, and has a fun sense of humor. She is also protective and caring for family and friends and is a great communicator. It was also fun to play with feather hair.

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Since the au is still horror adjacent here’s more creepy/odd/unsettling things ink Bendy does or events or rules in the co parenting au:

Sometimes ink is found in pots of coffee or unopened cans of bacon soup. Usually it’s glaringly obvious but people have gotten close to consuming the stuff at times. So far no has or has figured out how it gets there for the latter

On certain sheets, bendys eyes follow or notes move. It’s subtle enough to chalk it up to ur imagination

If you tell on Bendy he has an unnatural way of knowing and follows you around for a little bit. He’s never done anything but people report a higher rate of ink being found in consumables

Sometimes rooms are dark no matter how much light you shine into them. Sometimes the dark is moving. People avoid going into these dark rooms

Early on there was an experience with the main crew kinda like that deer episode of Adventure Time. All I’ll say is Bendy cannot be left alone for long periods of time

Rooms have been found destroyed and smashed. Bendy limps more on the days these are found

Bendy stares at poster for prolonged periods of time and will take the ones depicting Alice and Boris… somewhere

It is advised not to fall asleep alone and while Bendy is running about. People have reported waking up inkier and on a much lower level

If Bendy is locked in Mr. Drew’s office for a “time out” it is advised to leave him there no matter how behaved or sad he seems

If Bendy becomes extremely playful the protocol is to hide all heavy objects, avoid steep inclines and railings and under no circumstances stand in areas where something can be dropped from

Keep Bendy out of the supply closets and leave no harsh cleaning fluids out

Joey Drew Studios is not liable for the destruction of any religious items brought into the studio, nor injury or distress caused by the process of destruction

Also Bendy needs to eat but like only Joey and Thomas know what that looks like so no one else has to suffer that knowledge.

[bureowo]

love confessions | stray kids headcanons (danceracha version)

how they would confess their love for you.

genre: fluff. | word count: ~2k total. | warnings: none.

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a/n: hi i’m back with a new hc post (❀◦‿◦) i’m trying a new format w this one pls let me know how we feel abt it! i really hope you enjoy it ( • ᵕ • )♡ i’ll try to post the other parts soon!! 💗

⊹ minho ⊹

❥ there’s not a chance minho is confessing until he’s absolutely, one hundred percent sure that his feelings for you are reciprocated. it’s just not happening, sorry luv. 😔

❥ that being said, though, he would definitely still dip his toe in the water.

❥ he’d flirt with you, very subtly at first, only to test your reaction; but overtime (and if you don’t show any signs of discomfort) he’d grow more and more daring.

❥ minho’s got a keen eye, taking mental notes of every single compliment or pet name that leaves you flustered or manages to draw out a bashful giggle from within you.

❥ however ! as much as he’s constantly and shamelessly batting his eyes at you, he’s also rather ‘hot and cold’ about it.

❥ it’s not like he’s purposefully trying to keep you on your toes or anything like that, it’s just... sometimes you smile at him so brightly, or you look at him with such a gleam in you eyes..., that his heart feels like it’s being squeezed, compressed against his chest; so he needs to tone it down sometimes, just so he can catch his breath.

❥ it’s one evening when the two of you are hanging out that minho is being uncharacteristically quiet.

❥ you try to make up for his quietude, not wanting to push him if he’s not in a particularly chatty mood, yet, soon enough, you begin running out of topics to blather about.

❥ sure, he chuckles at the little remarks and facial expressions you make as you speak, but the way he’s looking at you makes the hairs all over your body stand on end; there’s just something about it you can’t quite put your finger on.

❥ so you suggest watching a movie. he agrees with a soft grin and you power on your laptop; you read out a few titles, summarizing the plot and commenting on the posters.

❥ but all you get in response is: “whichever you like, y/n.”

❥ you turn around to face minho, eyebrows furrowed slightly. “hey, is everything okay?” he seems taken aback by your question. “it’s just- i don’t know, you’re being kinda... silent” you trail off.

❥ “it’s okay if it’s just that!” you add quickly, your words almost jumbling together. “if you just don’t wanna talk- it’s alright, i just- i care about you, so... yeah...”

❥ your face feels so warm you think you could burst into flames at any given moment.

❥ minho looks down, gnawing on his lip and fingers fumbling with each other for what feels like an eternity; your stomach churns every time he sighs.

❥ eventually, he peers at you through his lashes, and you swear you catch a glimpse of a rosy blush ghosting over his cheekbones for the fraction of a second.

❥ “y/n, i-” he stalls, his hands still fidgeting restlessly on his lap. “i'm fine, i just- i love you.”

❥ all your motor functions seem to stop working at once (did he really just say that??).

❥ “what?” you gape at him, voice small and eyes doe.

❥ “i love you, y/n.” he repeats. “and i care about you too, a lot.” minho’s gaze pierces straight through yours and your heart rate raises to a hundred beats per minute.

❥ “minho-” your head is spinning so fast you don’t even know what you’re saying, but when you feel his fingers intertwining with yours, it’s like the words draw themselves out of your mouth. “i love you too.”

❥ and the way he beams at you so radiantly before leaning in to press his mouth over yours makes you feel a way you’ve never felt before.

❥ (you did end up watching a movie, although neither of you paid much attention to it, finding each other’s lips to be much more captivating.)

⊹ hyunjin ⊹

❥ poor little bub, he’d get so nervous once he actually commits himself to confessing his feelings for you, you’d end up thinking he’s purposefully avoiding you.

❥ but he just wants it to be absolutely perfect you know? like, straight out of a movie scene, so he just needs time to map out the perfect plan.

❥ and once he’s got it all figured out, it’s time to set ‘operation: steal y/n’s heart’ into motion. 👏

❥ it’s early noon on a sunday when you suddenly get a text from hyunjin – ‘it’s lovely outside today! do you wanna hang out at the park?’

❥ and, happy that he’s no longer seemingly evading you, you agree – ‘sure i’ll meet you there in ten!’

❥ but ! hyunjin wasn’t expecting you to accede so readily; still, he can’t just ask you, out of the blue, to wait half an hour before leaving, he doesn’t want you to get suspicious.

❥ so he hurriedly gathers his things, quickly double-checking that he’s got everything he needs to sweep you off your feet, before scurrying out the front door.

❥ you arrive at the park, and hyunjin’s heart begins hammering inside his chest the second he spots you amongst the people; you look so incredibly stunning as you glide through the crowd (ethereal, hyunjin thinks).

❥ you catch sight of him standing on a less populated side of the park, a blanket spread out over the grass beside him, and rush over to him, greeting him as soon as you reach him.

❥ “ooh, did you prepare all of this for me?” you ask him merrily, a playful grin on your face while you motion towards the picnic basket and multiple containers filled with various fruits.

❥ “yes” he wants to tell you; but instead he turns around, hoping you didn’t see the blush dusting over his cheeks. he sits himself on the blanket and you follow suit.

❥ for a bit, hyunjin relaxes, he even nearly forgets his true intentions, loosing himself in the way your eyes shine as you tell him what you’ve been up to and the hums you let out when you pop a particularly sweet grape into your mouth.

❥ you smile at him, tilting your head down slightly. “why are you looking at me like that?” you simper.

❥ hyunjin’s heart does a somersault all the way up to his trachea. “i just-” he clears his throat. “you make me so crazy.”

❥ he rubs his hands over his face, you cock an eyebrow, yet before you can retort he keeps going: “i’m so crazy for you, y/n, you make me forget where i am and what i’m doing. all i can do is think of you, and look at you, and love you. god, y/n, i’m so in love with you, sometimes i don’t know what to do with myself.”

❥ you feel warm despite the breeze licking your face, the butterflies inside your stomach flap their little wings so fast you just can’t help but let out a chortle at the sensation.

❥ his hand moves to encompass yours and you can’t get the words out fast enough so you lean across the soft blanket and plant your mouth over his own.

❥ his lips are soft, supple, and taste sweet, like the strawberries he’d been eating.

❥ “i love you too.” you mumble as your fingers entangle themselves in his hair.

❥ (hyunjin ended up forgetting about his original plan, and about the bouquet of flowers laying inside the picnic basket, though he did give it to you later after he walked you home; you held his hand the entire way there, and his heart beat frantically as he kissed you goodbye.)

⊹ felix ⊹

❥ it’s not that felix isn’t planning on confessing, on ultimately declaring his undying love for you with a grand, romantic display.

❥ he just kinda thought you’d know about his feelings by now? like, how could you not?? especially since he’s been acting more and more bold each time the both of you meet.

❥ he’s not shy about holding your hand whenever he feels the longing, or lingering for an extra second or two when he gets the chance to hold you.

❥ but if you’re not picking up on the very obvious seed trail he’s laying out for you, then it’s time to draw out the big guns. 😎

❥ and so, he texts you – ‘hey! wanna come over & help me bake?’ – and, of course, you agree.

❥ you arrive at his doorstep and felix greets you with a wide smile and a warm hug; the cozy feeling stays with you even after the two of you part.

❥ he ushers you into the kitchen and you don’t seem to notice how his hand remains on your shoulder as he follows behind you.

❥ all ingredients and utensils are set up and ready on the kitchen counter.

❥ “what are we making?” you question him with a smile so beautiful he actually has to stop and think about it.

❥ “uh-” he mutters, his eyes focused on you. “oh, yeah! cupcakes!”

❥ you lower your chin ever so slightly, evading his gaze for a split second (could you be... blushing?), and felix grins, pleased.

❥ the two of you start mixing the ingredients, chit-chatting as you normally would, except you could swear he’s flirting with you; he showers you in compliments for every little thing you do (“woah y/n, you’re so good at sifting the flour!”, “ooh, you cracked this egg so perfectly, y/n, look!”), his fingers encase yours every time he asks you to hand him something, and you keep catching him glancing over at your lips.

❥ your stomach rumbles, but you can’t tell if it’s from hunger or from the butterflies flapping their wings furiously inside it.

❥ you set the tray of cupcakes inside the oven before turning around and leaning over the kitchen table, gaze fixed pointedly on felix across from you; he just looks so dreamy, brows furrowed in concentration and arm flexed as he whisks the mix for the frosting, you could look at him all day.

❥ he gazes back at you and the corners of his mouth tug up into what you can only describe as a smirk.

❥ your breath catches in your throat at the very moment the mixer judders in his hand and you let out an audible gasp when frosting spritz all over the both of you.

❥ felix looks at you like a deer in the headlights, but you can’t help the giggles that bubble from within your chest.

❥ “this isn’t how i wanted this to go, but,” he scratches the back of his head (unconsciously smearing frosting all over his hair), a chuckle escaping past his lips and a toothy smile on his face. “i love you, y/n.”

❥ your digit glides over the table, scooping some of the mixture before gently tapping his nose. “i love you too.” you chirp.

❥ felix leans towards you, hand reaching out to caress your cheek; he gapes at you for a moment, completely enthralled.

❥ you get even nearer to him, your mouth opens (god, he can’t stop staring at your lips).

❥ “do you smell something burning?” you ask.

❥ “oh no, my cupcakes!”

❥ (although felix didn’t get to decorate the cupcakes with little frosting hearts, or spell ‘i ♡ u’ with the cupcakes, or even make cupcakes for that matter, he figured things worked out okay anyway; in the end, he got loads of cuddles and kisses out of it, and i love you sounded a whole lot better coming out of your mouth.)

[circus-of-nox]

• Episode 1 • Posted March 2nd, 2022 •

Emmy's Night at the Circus

It was a hot and humid evening, and young eight-year-old Emmy, having come to the carnival to see the Circus of Nox's last show of the night with her mother Aneta, excitedly bounced up and down at the stand of a carnival game, this was her third try to win a stuffed elephant for knocking down a tower of bottles with a baseball. She was handed a new ball, got herself ready, and then threw it with all of her might... and missed. The worker in the stand apologized, and her mother gently grasped her hand and told her she would buy her cotton candy. Emmy reluctantly accepted. The night was growing a bit later now, and it seemed a few things were beginning to pack up for the night. Even with the temperature dropping a bit, it was still a very warm night. At the cotton candy stand, Emmy stood a bit stubbornly. She looked around herself, and some activity caught her eye. A tent closer to the big top, tucked into the back, with a sign reading "FREAKSHOW! ODDITIES AND CURIOSITIES!" in a rather playful font. Out of the tent ran two older preteen boys, laughing and commenting about some "thing" they saw inside. She became very curious and ran over to the tent. There was a sign hung on a chain in front of the opening that the older boys had lifted and ducked under. The sign read, "Closed, On Break".

There was a gust of unusually cool air coming from beneath the curtains. Emmy paused, welcoming the difference in temperature. She became curious about the interior of this rather well decorated small tent, and with the cool air being an additional draw, she approached, lifted the curtain, and looked inside. Walls had been set up on opposite sides, with the front and back having an entrance and exit, with shelves set up against each wall, and an individual stand in the middle of the tent. Along the shelves were lines of jars, odd boxes, and various items. Sitting at the back of the tent was a rather large electrical fan, set at a gentle speed. Emmy walked into the tent hesitantly, she was nervous but much too curious to resist. As she walked slowly, she saw that the jars contained mostly odd aquatic creatures, all of which she hadn't even heard of in school yet, some of which she didn't wish to approach. One fish with particularly iridescent scales caught her attention, they looked as if made of glittering diamonds, and she stepped up to it for a closer look. She wondered at the creature. She then glanced to the side of it, and its neighboring creature was not quite so pleasant, propped up on a box, it looked like a fish with a human face. She backed up in repulsion. Looking around her, up on the walls, hung too high for a child her height to get a good look at, were curious artifacts and a couple of what looked like the heads of animals with bizarre deformations. Multiple features such as noses, sets of eyes, or even heads. Mounts of creatures mixed with other creatures. Pieces of what must have been fearsome beasts, preserved in more jars. She started to become very unsettled by the things in that tent. She then heard a soft "Meow?", and turned to see a black cat with tuxedo-like white markings, wearing a collar.

Eager for pleasant interaction, she followed the cat out of the tent's exit and, without noticing, bumped into the back of a small person who was standing talking to someone else just outside. The person, only roughly a foot taller than her, turned and when she looked at their face, the face of a young canine was there instead of that of a human child. She gasped and stumbled to the side. It was the wolf boy she had seen in the posters around the carnival. "Hey! are you okay kid?" He spoke. Next to him stood something even scarier - A bizarre, startling creature that had features of multiple animals. The size of a dog, with a deer's back legs, paws on its front legs, tail and head like a fox, a pair of bat wings, antlers upon its head, and most disturbingly, a third eye in the middle of its forehead. Emmy let out a small scream and ran, running further to the back of the circus, where only those who worked for the circus went, among the caravans and cars. She stumbled, and fell, looking around her, she realized she was lost. She began to cry loudly, bawling for her mother. A gentle hand touched her shoulder, she looked and saw the lady from the fortune teller poster. Esmeralda, in her ornate clothing, smiled warmly as she knelt down to the little girl. "Hiya, sweetie, are you lost?"

Emmy nodded through her tears. Suddenly, the dog boy came running, stopping as he saw Esmeralda helping the little girl stand up. "Oh good, you got her." He said. Emmy shrunk away from him a bit. "Easy, Paxton, she's scared..." Esmeralda said softly as she held her hand. Then, the ringmaster from earlier, Elijah Nox, came up to them, accompanied by the strange deer creature and another lady, his wife Molly Nox. "Looks like someone got a little lost, eh?" Elijah said in his slightly gravelly voice. Molly approached the girl with open arms. "Oh little darlin', come here, we'll make those scrapes all better, and find your momma for you, okay?" She was so warm and welcoming, that Emmy let Esmeralda pass her hand to Molly's. As she approached, she looked over at the deer-like creature and cringed a little bit. Elijah noticed this. "Are you scared of little ole Whimsy?" He said, as gently as he could sound. He crouched down to her level, then looked to the animal named Whimsy and called it over to him. It approached slowly. "What's yer name, kiddo?" He asked the little girl. "Emmy Melnyk..." She said hesitantly. "Emmy, this is Whimsy. I promise ya she's gentle as a lamb." Whimsy walked up closer to Emmy as he said that. "Can I have your hand?" Elijah asked. Emmy hesitantly obliged and closed her eyes out of nervousness. Very soon she felt a cold nose, followed by soft fur, followed by the wet touch of a deer-like tongue. Emmy opened her eyes to see Whimsy gently nuzzling and licking her hand, and she couldn't help but giggle. The little creature didn't seem so scary anymore, even when she blinked all three of her big eyes at the little girl. And everything else didn't seem quite so scary anymore, either.

Back behind the big top, Emmy sat on a stool, her legs dangling. Molly proceeded to bandage the girl's knee. "There we go, missy... All better." She said with a smile. "Thank you..." Emmy said, now smiling. "Of course, dear. But you have to stay by your mother from here on out, okay?" Molly requested. Emmy smiled and nodded. As if on cue, her mother came through the large curtains at that moment, "Emmy!" She said with relief and excitement. "Mommy!" The little girl cheered as she hopped off the stool and ran to her mother, into a tight embrace. Molly couldn't help but smile. Beside the mother came Willy, the young clown, and Elijah. Emmy's mother looked to Elijah and then to Molly, "Thank you so very much for finding her... I don't know how to repay you for it." She said. "No payment needed, dear." Molly said. "Nah. In fact..." Elijah said, reaching into his sleeve. "What would this be stuck in here?" He said playfully, shaking out a very small stuffed toy elephant. He gave the toy to Emmy, who cheered. "Oh thank you thank you!" She smiled and hugged the toy. "You are very dear people. Thank you." The mother said as she then left with Emmy, holding her hand. As Emmy looked back as they left, she saw Elijah hug his wife. They were kind. They weren't scary like some people say, they were just a family. They weren't like rumor said they were, and Emmy would remember that, and this night, forever.

Thank you very much for reading! This is the very first story of a series. More is in the works!

Logo Art and Story by @werifesteria-art

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

[syncingships]

Pearl is an elderly alien belonging to a race of shapeshifters

Conversation about this could be opened by the player noting the difference between her appearance and her care plan photo

While Pearl could once shapeshift at will, her age and deteriorating health have made her ability more unstable – she may appear with different features and characteristics on different days. She presents with antlers for this prototype.

Shapeshifters are fairly uncommon in this time period. Despite her frailty, due to her ability, some staff and fellow clients view her as untrustworthy and “false.”

Very kind and gentle demeanour, but has a playful sense of humour – player can point out that even with her lack of control over her ability, she rarely presents as a predator, instead mimicking prey animals such as fish, deer and rabbits.

Pearl makes a conscious effort to dress and appear as humanoid and “normal” as possible, to help staff feel more at ease.

Loves photography, cinema and nature documentaries.

Previously worked as a model; was highly sought after in some circles due to her shapeshifting

In her younger days with more control over her ability, she adored the ocean and so enjoyed her aquatic forms the most; fish, turtles, dolphins, etc. Could be reflected in her room decor with an ocean/aquatic motif

Photographs/framed posters in her room could be examined for dialogue options, ask about previous work/family

“Pearl” is not her real name, real name is redacted from her care plan; could be a running theme with clients for a possible darker undercurrent to story, erasing clients’ previous identities

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Lore dump for a character in my new university assignment; set in a nursing home for monsters/aliens/other creatures, I love visual novels and I love a cute bouncy anime waifu as much as the next gal but where’s the love for elderly extraterrestrials

Please note the elderly extraterrestrials will not be romancable, but will definitely appreciate you spending time with them and maybe doing a jigsaw puzzle or two and maybe getting to the bottom of why no staff are allowed up to the second floor

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[xlovely-daydreamsx]

an angel on my shoulder and the devil in my heart (yandere!hawks x reader) ch2

Summary: Your first day at Hawks’s agency arrives and it’s nothing like you expected.

Warnings: Yandere, stalking, mentions of ns///fw, more warnings to be added

Note: thank you all so much for the support on the first chapter! i’m really glad you’ve all enjoyed this story so far, because it’s really fun for me to write! i’ll be updating again soon <3 hope you enjoy this one as well

P.S. For future reference, all chapters and post relating to this fic will be tagged with ASDH for easy finding

Find Chapter 1 here!

Find Chapter 3 Here!

The first thing you notice is how insanely tall Hawks' agency is. It must be at least 50 stories, you think, as you stroll up to the door. A tower this tall is fit for such an ambitious bird- it’s his own personal Tower of Babel.

The handle of the big, glass door is cold against your palm as you pull it open, giving way to the main hall of the building. It's... quiet. At least, a lot quieter than you had expected; it's not packed to the brim with heroes and office workers, hustling to get their tasks done for the day. Instead, there's a single woman behind a counter, typing away. The clicks of the keyboard echo off of the towering white walls around you, and you step quietly towards her, hoping your shoes wouldn't sound too loud against the marble floors. It feels as if you make one wrong move, those huge walls will come crashing down around you, burying you in a pile of pristine, spotless white debris.

The woman glances up from her computer as you approach, staring you down over the top of her glasses.

"Hi, I'm (L/N) (Y/N); I'm here for-" she interrupts before you can finish, pointing past you to a glass elevator.

"65th floor," she says. You nod, turning away from her, but she speaks up again. "And for future reference," she grimaces, "show up early next time. You'll be three minutes late by the time you get up." Rude, you think, but give her another nod.

"Uh, thanks, I guess." You reply awkwardly and take your leave towards the elevator.

Hawks eyes his watch impatiently as he waits, the minutes ticking by towards the time you were supposed to arrive. For someone seemingly concerned with their image, you were cutting it pretty close to your deadline.

He sighs, brushing a hand through his hair as he props himself up on his desk.

He can feel his heart racing in his chest, his fingers picking nervously at the side of the desk- ah, he finally realizes- he's nervous. When was the last time someone had made his chest flutter like this? Barely a conversation with you and he's already falling hard. Although, the nights he's spent watching you have certainly helped foster his infatuation .

He hadn't meant to make a habit out of it, honestly. A quick search in the hero database gave him your address, so by the time you were home from the sports festival, he was perched on the side of the apartment building next to yours, peering into what he believed to be your bedroom. Three floors up, right side of the building, he remembers, of course- he's been there every night for the past week.

He just wanted a quick peek, that's all- a glance at you outside of your hero persona to make sure he was making the right decision, but watching you was too addicting to quit.

From what he could see from his little perch, your bedroom is pretty plain. Cream colored walls plastered with posters for movies and bands he doesn't recognize, little knick-knacks sitting on your desk, and in the farthest corner, a peek of a stuffed rabbit on your bed. He can't help but picture you in bed, arms wrapped around your fuzzy friend. Adorable.

Really, it was innocent- no harm no foul; except for the fact that he didn't leave after you came home, and didn't close his eyes as you undressed.

Hawks shakes his head, patting his cheeks as he tries to pull himself out of the memory of your body in the yellow glow of your lights, arms stretching as you pull your shirt- no, he can't think about this right now; you'll be in his office any minute, and he doesn't want to get too excited and scare you off now, does he?

The elevator lets out a little ding as you reach your floor, the doors sliding open into a large room. Most of the walls are glass, you notice first, large panes reaching up towards a dome ceiling, showing nothing but the sky above you. It's stunning, more so than anything you've ever seen before, but you can hardly ignore the centerpiece of this room: Hawks. He's sat on a desk towards the back of the room, feet dangling and red wings spread wide, a grin on his face as he watches you try not to gawk. His arms stretch behind him as he pushes himself off and strolls towards you, white teeth practically glistening.

"Four minutes late," he clicks his tongue, letting out a tsk, "I expected more from my future sidekick." You know he's joking, but something in the way he looks at you makes you feel a bit of an obligation to apologize. Another part of you wants to rub it in his secretary’s face that she was wrong.

"We're jumping the gun a bit there, aren't we?" You say instead. You try to match his playful tone, but your nerves make your throat dry and you swear you hear a crack when you speak. If Hawks notices, he doesn't mention it. He waves his hand dismissively and gestures you towards the overstuffed chair in front of his desk.

"I just have high hopes for you," he winks, "sit down, please; if I'm being honest, you look a bit like a deer in the headlights." You sit stiffly in the chair. How exactly does he want you to respond to that?

"Well, I have to admit- I am a little nervous." You chuckle awkwardly. He takes his place on top of his desk once more, his looming presence not doing much to comfort you.

"Don't be," he dismisses the thought and reaches behind him, taking a little black box in his hands, "here's a little 'welcome to the agency' present from me; I'm sure you'll do great here, kid." Your eyes grow wide at the sight of it; when was the last time someone gave you a gift? You can hardly remember. Your excitement takes over any rational thinking that would tell you not to accept the gift,- you don't need it, after all- and you swiftly pull the lid off. Inside lays a necklace. A shimmering gold chain leads downwards towards a slim and simple gold circle. In awe, you stare quietly at the gift.

"Like a halo," Hawks chimes in after more than a few seconds of silence, "to go with your hero name. I know it's a bit cheesy," A grin spreads across your face.

"Good thing I'm not lactose intolerant," you chuckle at your own joke, but the realization sets in and you freeze. You just said that to the fucking number three hero. Your first day here and you’ve already horribly embarrassed yourself.

"I'm sorry, that was inappropriate. I-I'll be more professional from now on-" you ramble a bit, cheeks flushed red. Stupid, stupid, stupid, you tell yourself, regretting ever opening your mouth. You hear Hawks laugh, and god, he's laughing at you.

"(Y/N), calm down," he draws out your first name, a lazy smile on his face as he stares at your flushed cheeks, "it was cute. No need to apologize." Well, if your face wasn't red before, it certainly is now. Hawks just called you cute, you think. Really, that should've been a red flag, but you're caught up in the experience and you mechanically let out a thank you.

God, you're adorable, Hawks reminds himself as he watches you fidget in your seat. Your face is completely red at this point- only a bit of teasing and you're already a mess; would you flush like that if he put his hands on you? And exactly how far does that blush go down? He wants to bend you over his desk, has been thinking about it since the moment you stepped out of the elevator, but no- restraint is key for now. He'll make you want him just as much as he wants you, just you wait; you'll be begging him to fuck you by the end of the week. 

"Can I put it on you?" He asks innocently, like it isn't just a ploy to touch you. You hesitate, thinking of refusing, saying you can get it yourself, thank you, but Hawks tilts his head and all your resolve melts away- he's just trying to be nice. So you nod in agreement and he eagerly hops off the desk, taking his position behind you. The metal of the jewelry is cold against your skin as Hawks moves your hair to the side, and you suppress a shiver that you swear is from the cold.

The clip of the necklace clicks into place, but Hawks' hand lingers, shifting downwards.

"What are you-" you begin to ask, but you're stopped by a gentle tug at one of your feathers.

"Do your wings not retract?" He asks, genuinely curious. His hand glides across the sensitive expanse of your wing as you speak.

"Not like yours do, but they tuck in pretty tight." He hums in appreciation.

"How do you get your clothes on?" A bit of a weird question, you think, but nothing you haven't heard before.

"My wings are surprisingly flexible; they can fit through pretty much anything the size of the radius bone." He hums again.

"Can you stand up? I'd just like to get a better look at them," he says, "as long as that's okay with you."

"Of course!" You reply immediately and stand up, letting him lead you to a more spacious area. He threads his fingers into the feathers, spreading your wings out like he's appraising them. His fingers card through your secondary feathers; you wonder for a moment if he knows how pleasant his touch in your wings is, if his own feel the same when someone touches them, but with the way he's prodding at you, you figure he doesn't. 

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" He whispers behind you. You swallow thickly around a newfound lump in your throat and hope you can hold back a whine as you respond.

"Not at all." You hear him sigh happily, continuing his ministrations.

"They're really soft; you must take good care of them."

"I preen them every night," you respond proudly. Your wings are your staple as a hero; without them, your Angel persona crumbles, so of course you're going to take care of them. Hawks' hot breath tickles your neck as he laughs.

"What a good bird, preening yourself," he jokes, "you can just say groom, you know." Your face is back to red as quick as it left, and you mutter out a little sorry. 

"Stop apologizing,” he whines, tugging at one of your feathers like he’s annoyed, “you're bumming me out," you pause, wondering if you should apologize again, but think better of it.

"Y'know,” he continues without any response from you, “it really pissed me off when that guy at the festival grabbed you like that.”

"I was hoping you had missed my epic defeat," you can hardly call that one a joke, but you let out a dry laugh.

"You deserved to win that one; it was a cheap shot," he runs his finger along the edge of your wing, his face a bit closer to your neck now, "I'm just glad he didn't mess up such a pretty thing," it's a ghost of a whisper against your ear, and you wonder for a moment if he's really talking about your wings.

His fingers are wrapped in your feathers one moment and gone the next as he steps behind you, clapping his hands together casually, like nothing had just happened.

"Well, I suggest we stop wasting time and jump right into training. What'd'ya say?" You turn to face him, a tint of red still on your cheeks and you nod, electing to forget the uncomfortably intimate moment you just shared with your mentor.

"Yeah," you breathe, preparing yourself for the rest of what you’re assuming will be a long day, “let’s do it.”

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A Doctor & A Vampire (Regency/Vampire au)

It had been roughly a month since Doctor Uriah Hoffman had decided to take up the offer presented to him. The Nocturne estate had greeted him in all its solitary grandeur. The grounds, covered in lush gardens of wide variety, were nestled comfortably in the middle of the woods and hills. There was a pristine lake just a brief walk away, which could be seen from the highest points of the manor, that reflected the morning sun like a brilliant mirror. With so much ample ground under the noble family’s jurisdiction, it was a biologist’s dream. And to think the eldest son had taken interest in his work, enough to sponsor him and even provide lodgings within the manor itself, was enough to make the young scholar pinch himself several times a day for the first week.

But time had passed, and he had been given full leisure of the study, the library, and free roam of the grounds. Every so many days, the young Lord Nocturne would take his tea or coffee with the doctor to inquire after his studies. They’d discuss other topics as well, of course. Music, literature, politics—the latter of which Lord Nocturne was much more educated on—were all touched upon at one point or another. It didn’t take long before Uriah found the other man’s company to be just as agreeable as the beautiful lands he owned. Perhaps more so. Which was a dangerous thought.

To be fond of men was trouble enough, but to be fond of a nobleman... Well, times and society weren’t kind to that sort of behavior. How he wished it were different. Having to dodge debutantes and their desire for proposals every social season since he had become of age had become quite the tiresome endeavor. He was glad to escape it within the halls of Nocturne estate.

But the young lord was swiftly beginning to prove steep competition for Uriah’s attention. When he caught glimpses of his dark hair and vividly blue eyes, he found it increasingly difficult to focus on whichever text or sample he had previously been pouring over. His laugh was warm and infectious during their discussions. He had an effortlessly charming smile. Uriah wondered how he hadn’t found someone to marry. Surely dozens of women had vied for his affection.

But...that wasn’t his place to question. So he poured himself ever further into his work. Botany was a tricky study, but there was no greater time than the summer, when so many blooms were coming in.

He was shut in the study late in the evening, working my lamplight at dissecting a rose he had carefully selected from the garden that afternoon. Perhaps if he learned enough about this particular specimen, he could try crossing it with another to create a hardier breed. Roses were so terribly fickle—

“Still toiling away at this late hour?”

He nearly leapt out of his skin. Uriah whirled around and stared back at the Lord, frozen by the yelp his guest had let out. And then he dissolved into laughter and leant against a bookshelf for support.

“Good God, you cry out like that and the staff will think I’ve struck you!”

“You might as well have, sneaking in on me like that!”

Uriah felt his cheeks burn as he smoothed his hair back and tried to readjust himself in his seat. Lord Nocturne wiped a tear from his eye and calmed himself.

“Sneaking? It is my manor, good sir. Perhaps I’ll sneak and slink about as I like,” he chimed, folding his arms and propping a hip against the side of the mahogany table Uriah worked on. He cocked his head, watching him continue with his careful dissection. Uriah could sense eyes on him, but kept his gaze down. Out of...shyness? Proper manners? Focus? He couldn’t tell.

“I could watch you all day,” Lord Nocturne murmured.

“Pardon?”

“Your hands. You’re quite good with them.”

That made Uriah look up, one brow quirked. The lord chuckled and tilted his chin downwards.

“Your dissections, I mean. It’s like watching an artist at work. A master at your craft.”

“Dissection is merely one minor component of the craft, my lord,” Uriah sighed, shaking his head. He deftly removed a petal and set it aside.

“Orpheus.”

“Hmm?”

“You’ve lived here for a month now. You can simply call me Orpheus.”

Uriah swallowed.

“I...would not want to be improper.”

“Oh, listen to you, more tied-up than a blushing new debutante,” he chuckled. “Improper, he says... Would it truly be so terrible to call one another by our first names, Doctor Hoffman? Aren’t we good friends by now?”

“Well, I suppose so.”

“You suppose so?”

Uriah rolled his eyes and tried not to let his smirk show too broadly.

“Are you a lord or a parrot?”

“See? Just that! You think I’d let anyone poke fun at me that way? Come now, call me Orpheus and I’ll call you Uriah.”

He sighed, shaking his head and setting his work down once more. Uriah slumped back in his chair and flung his hands up.

“Very well, it’s your manor, as you said. Orpheus.”

A genuine smile washed across the lord’s face. He truly did have a devilishly handsome smile. Uriah found it all too easy to look at.

“Very good, Uriah. I like that much better.”

“I suppose you get tired of all the formality? Is that it?”

“More or less. It can be tiring. Oh, of course, I recognize the privileges of being of noble birth, the wealth, the prestige, on and on and—well. You know,” he sighed, shooing away an imaginary fly.

“But it’s a comfort to have those who address you by name rather than title. I rather like having someone I can simply be myself with. Not ‘Young Lord Nocturne’. Just Orpheus.”

“I see,” Uriah mused, propping his head in one hand. “And who exactly is, ‘just Orpheus’, hmm? How different is he from his titled self?”

Orpheus sighed and clicked his tongue against his teeth. He turned his attention to one of the tall, wide windows that adorned the outer-facing wall of the study, approaching with languid steps. He pulled back the curtain and stared out at the wide, white moon that shone over the grounds, and the glittering stars that hung in the night sky.

“Someone who would shock proper society,” he answered at length. He glanced back over his shoulder at Uriah. “Perhaps I would shock you, as well.”

That look. Uriah wasn’t entirely innocent to a longing stare from across a ballroom floor. But he was suddenly tense. For such a smoldering gaze to come from him, from someone that charismatic and charming... It felt dangerous.

“Come,” Orpheus said, tilting his head towards the glass. “It’s a lovely night; you should look.”

Uriah held his breath for a long, quiet moment. Orpheus beckoned him over with a playful flick of the wrist. Exhaling heavily, Uriah obeyed the summons, and crossed the floor with hesitant steps. Orpheus was right; it did look like a lovely evening. The air would be warm, and the gardens’ abundant blossoms would adorn the breeze with their scent. It was the perfect night for the city’s social elites and their offspring to be dancing the hours away, toasting to newly agreed upon proposals, spreading the most recent gossip...

“It is beautiful,” Uriah consented.

“Yes. Beautiful.”

Something, he wasn’t sure what, made Uriah turn and look up at Orpheus. He was surprised to see the lord’s eyes not on the view outside, but on him instead. And so very, very intense. His blue eyes seemed to glow in the evening light away from the lamp at the table. They looked like the moon itself. Very much so. Almost...almost ethereal....

Wait, were they truly glowing?

“You...your eyes...”

His words weren’t coming easily to him. Uriah’s brow furrowed and he tried to think of the rest of the sentence he had started. He could speak perfectly well, so why could he not speak just then? And why could he not look away from those eyes? His eyes...

Uriah tried to move, to step back from the window, but his legs felt heavy, as if his boots were made of lead. He took one staggering step backwards, his spine meeting with the end of a tall bookshelf. Orpheus remained still, though his hand dropped from the curtain. His eyes retained their ethereal glow.

“Y-Your eyes...glowing...”

“Easy now,” Orpheus said softly. “Don’t fight it, you’ll hurt yourself.”

Uriah tried to support himself against the wood, hands struggling for a proper grip. He should have been afraid, but the inescapable stare of Orpheus’ eyes sent an eerie calm over him. He stared back like a timid deer, caught in a strange trap he couldn’t prossibly explain.

“What...w-what are you—“

His knees failed him, and he felt his body give in to the force of gravity. Rather than hitting the floor as expected, however, Orpheus leant forward to catch him in the bend of one arm, holding him up.

“It’s alright,” Orpheus soothed. “You’re alright. Just look at me.”

What choice did he have? Orpheus held him there, the glow of his eyes sending cognitive thoughts scattering to the farthest reaches of Uriah’s mind. His spare hand brushed the doctor’s hair back from his face, tracing the curve of his jaw, seducing him with every touch.

Uriah’s body slackened further until he was as weak and pliant as a rag doll, the lord scooping him up against his chest and carrying him from the study. Had he been able to look anywhere but up at the lord’s face, he would have noticed no staff were present in the halls. It was as if they were entirely alone. This handsome lord and him, entirely weak and defenseless. It frightened him enough that a whimper escaped.

“Hush, I won’t harm you,” Orpheus crooned, his voice like velvet. “I promise.”

The door to the lord’s chambers was open. Luxurious sheets and blankets lined a large four poster bed. Paintings and pastels hung on the walls. A gentle fire crackled in his private hearth, it’s flickering glow cast about the room. Uriah’s vision swam as Orpheus nudged the door shut.

“I know what this must look like, dear Uriah, but I promise I’m not that sort of man,” Orpheus explained, voice soft. “I simply prefer not to risk intrusion. The study provides an opportunity for such.”

Uriah felt the lord seat himself on the edge of the bed, holding him in his lap. The bedside table had several odd bottles, and a bowl of steaming water with fresh cloths set aside. Even in a more clearheaded state, Uriah couldn’t have discerned what they were all for.

He was further distracted by the loosening of his shirt collar, the fabric slipping down past his shoulder. He could feel Orpheus’s fingers brushing over his skin, stroking his collarbone and caressing his neck. He stared up at him in mute confusion.

“Be still for me, now,” Orpheus whispered. Something about his mouth caught Uriah’s attention. His teeth...they looked so very sharp...

“You won’t feel a single thing...”

Lips brushed his neck. Uriah shivered. And then he felt a gentle prick, and the warmth of Orpheus’s mouth on his skin. It all seemed to make sense, then. The glow of his eyes, the seductiveness of his voice, the pointed fangs...

He could feel the flash of Orpheus’s throat as he swallowed, the gentle stroke of his fingers in his hair as he cradled his head in one hand, the brush of his other thumb against his hand as it lay limp in his lap. Uriah could only stare blankly up at the canopy of the bed, mind and vision reverberating, his senses dulled and his body docile. But the word bounced back and forth in his mind all the same:

Vampire. Vampire. Vampire...

It felt like a strange sort of eternity before Orpheus released his throat, fangs deftly retreating from smooth skin. His tongue ran over the wound, ensuring not a single drop was wasted. Somehow, he felt weaker than he had before. How could anyone be any less defenseless than a doll? That’s what he felt like, a doll in Orpheus’s arms. He should have been terrified, and yet, as Orpheus reached across him to dampen a cloth and placed it gently against Uriah’s throat, he felt safe.

“There. Not a bit of harm done,” Orpheus whispered. “Just as I promised. And you’ve already stopped bleeding. Wonderful.”

The glow was gone from Orpheus’s eyes, but it still held power over Uriah. The young man was only barely beginning to gain back his mind, but the exhaustion of being fed off of still claimed his tongue. When he attempted to form words, all that came out was a pitiful moan. Orpheus looked down with a knowing sympathy, and exchanged his cleaning rag for one of the bottles.

“I don’t suppose you’re well enough to drink on your own? ...Hmm. Doesn’t appear so. If you’ll pardon me for this,” he sighed, deftly flicking the cork out and taking a swig.

He tilted Uriah’s head back and brought their mouths together. Had his mind been better collected, he might’ve had the sense to be embarrassed by the intimacy of the gesture, but instinct took hold instead. He drank like he hadn’t in days, his body desperate to regain its strength. By the third time, Uriah was capable of drinking straight from the bottle itself, with Orpheus’s support of course.

“W-What,” Uriah gasped weakly, “have you done to me?”

“Exhausted you, I’m afraid,” Orpheus answered apologetically.

“But that should help you get your wits back. Powerful elixir, that one. I was hoping you might not need it, but it seems I went just a little over your threshold.”

Uriah shook his head.

“You...vampire...”

“Ah, yes, well—“ Orpheus shrugged. “—there is that. But you’re still weak, precious. It’s a conversation we can have after you rest.”

Uriah wanted to protest. His hand grasped at the lord’s sleeve, only for his fingers to go slack immediately and his limb to fall back to his lap. Orpheus lifted him as easily as if he were carrying a child and flicked back the covers of the bed. He set Uriah down and unfastened his boots and the buttons of his vest, easing the garments off before pulling the blankets back over him.

“You’ll be more comfortable that way. A night’s rest should put you back in sorts.”

“O-Orpheus,” Uriah stammered, “don’t...don’t leave me like this... I can’t—if something h-happens—“

“Hush, I’m not leaving,” Orpheus interrupted. “You’re not fit to be left unattended in this state. I’ll keep watch.”

Their eyes met again, and for a moment Orpheus merely watched him, head slightly tilted. Uriah wondered what he was thinking. A part of him imagined the lord biting into his neck again, and another...another wanted to know if those fangs made kisses painful. But neither curiosity was satisfied. As Orpheus reached out a hand and brushed it along Uriah’s cheek, his eyes glowed once more.

“Sleep now, Uriah,” he whispered. “Sleep.”

The command echoed inside his head and he tried to resist. He wanted answers to his questions. But Orpheus repeated himself once more, and Uriah felt the moonlike glow of the lord’s eyes and the softness of his voice pull him down deep.

—

The bed was so warm, so soft. Were his sheets in his gifted room always so comfortable? His head shifted against the pillow and his eyes blinked open sluggishly. Strange. He didn’t remember his bed having curtains, or posts. He didn’t recall going to his bed, either. And that’s when it came flooding back. Uriah sat bolt upright with a start, kicking his legs free of the sheets and grasping for the curtain. He flung it open and looked around wildly before—

“Ah, good morning, doctor.”

Orpheus sat on a chair by the now extinguished fire, looking positively casual. His legs were crossed neatly, eyes glancing up from a little book he held in his hands, and his expression as innocent as if nothing had happened the night before. Uriah nearly fell on his face as he scrambled out of the bed. He pointed a shaking, accusatory finger at him.

“You!”

“Me?”

“Y-You bit me! You’re a—“

He froze, and then whirled on his heels, searching for—ah, there! He ran to a gilded mirror on the wall and pulled his shirt collar away from his neck, hands fumbling over his skin. Behind him, Orpheus chuckled and shook his head, snapping his book closed.

“You won’t find any evidence. I’m not some barbaric leech from the dark ages.”

“But you—y-your teeth! You had fangs! How could you not?”

“Only a careless or sadistic vampire leaves marks,” the lord explained, as if it were common knowledge. “Our teeth pierce flesh, but our tongues can heal it. Though I’m not quite sure how, exactly. Perhaps a new subject for you to study?”

“Don’t mock me! I know what you did! I know you’re a vampire!”

“I never denied it.”

“And for God’s sake, you—Hell! You undressed me!”

Uriah turned crimson as he stared down at himself in nothing but a disheveled shirt and trousers. Where was his vest? His good boots? That nice necktie his mother had sent him as a congratulatory gift! And to make matters worse, Orpheus was watching with clear and obvious amusement, smiling cheekily like a child.

“I did not strip you bare, did I? Please, if I wanted to lure you to bed, dear Uriah, I’m fairly certain I wouldn’t have need of my powers. I would have you undressing willingly without them.”

“I—“

Orpheus quirked one eyebrow, his smile turning to a smirk.

“You—You dog,” Uriah muttered. He spotted his vest at last and began redressing himself, back turned towards the lord in a last-ditch effort to win the conversation. He knew Orpheus was watching, regardless, and that only made his face feel warmer. He absolutely wouldn’t admit it, but a part of him knew Orpheus was right. If he had made advances, he wouldn’t exactly have said ‘no’.

He swore under his breath as his tie gave him trouble, and he began again for the third time. The lord sighed from his chair behind him, and rose to his feet.

“Allow me,” he offered. Uriah flinched at how suddenly Orpheus stood before him, strong hands undoing the incorrect knot and smoothing the fabric to try again. He worked much slower, to the point Uriah knew he was simply savoring the moment.

“I have a...proposition for you,” Orpheus started, his words patient and measured. “Would you care to hear it?”

Uriah exhaled through his nose.

“I don’t see how I have a choice in the matter.”

The lord’s mouth twitched upward.

“Well, my dear doctor, it seems we’re both in need of something, yes? You, a highly talented scholar in need of a benefactor for your work, and I, a noble who also so happens to be a vampire in need of blood from time to time.”

“...Go on,” Uriah prodded, still at the mercy of Orpheus’s purposefully snail-paced hands.

“Let’s say we make an arrangement, hmm? You give me just a little blood when I need it, not a drop more, and I, in turn, give you whatever you want.”

“You...want to make this a business contract of some kind?” Uriah asked hesitantly, finally daring to look up at Orpheus. The lord’s eyes were intense, smoldering. His hands finished the knot of Uriah’s tie suddenly and he tugged him closer, chin forced upwards.

“It doesn’t have to strictly be business,” he purred. “You don’t think you’re the only one tired of dodging single girls and their pushy mothers, do you?”

Uriah swallowed. He remained still, and so did Orpheus, their noses so close to touching.

“A-And...if I were to say ‘no?’”

“Oh, well, then I’d have to erase your memory of last night and you’d simply stay your originally intended time,” Orpheus answered, shrugging. Then he leaned in closer, his cheek barely brushing Uriah’s, and whispered into his ear.

“But something tells me you don’t truly want to forget.”

A shudder ran the entire length of Uriah’s spine. He stared into Orpheus’s eyes as he straightened up, charming smirk and all. Even without the glow of his eyes, or whatever supernatural charms had held him fast the night before, Uriah knew: Orpheus had him. He was utterly snared, and had no hope from Heaven or Hell of untangling himself.

“What say you then, Doctor Hoffman?”

“...Call me Uriah.”

[radiovisual]

(( i seriously need help i think about Alastor and Striker way too fucking much there's no goddamn reason for me to be this enamored with the idea of them but i sure as fuck still am aren't i

(( the worst part is. I almost dont even have the words for it, to talk about it. Like... i do, ive talked abt it before with pals in dms but that wretched combo of "oh god no one likes your ideas stop talking youre going to drive them away" and just being. Tired and hungry rn is trying to silence me, but im trying to power through bc dammit i am PASSIONATE i do not want to be a sad bitch on the dash

(( its just. Like the idea itself in a synopsis? Just Alastor accidentally slipping into the lower rings and getting lost in wrath--and wanted poster starting to go up once word reaches the royals and they realize what/who he is. And Striker going after him for a big bounty and succeeding in capturing him bc tired, hungry not-deer.

(( so like. On one hand ofc, its just an outlet for me to toy with the "annoying happy prisoner and grouchy captor" trope bc thats fun! But on the other hand.... G o d. Just. The deeper implications of it. Neither of them really knowing what exactly is going on, and the prospect of Alastor being Introduced to the other rings of hell through Striker's cynical, to-the-point attitude... and the shenanigans and revelations and even the plain interactions during quite moments like

(( them trading thoughts about what its like being a marginalized person in hell vs on earth? Chit chatting about their childhoods, their hobbies, why they are where they are now, where they wished to be, where theyre Trying to get? Them finding the admirable and the worrisome traits about each other and coming to a truce on their journey and starting to work together more smoothly fighting together the playful banter the ROUTINE THEYD START HAVING AT NIGHTS OF HOW THEY SET UP CAMP AND WORLDLESSLY KNOW WHOS GOING TO BE STANDING WATCH LIKE..... UGH. I could c r y

(( i just want distrusting-strangers-to-close-friends i want distrusting-strangers-to-close-friends so so fucking badly you guys it eats at me it keeps me up at night i mean it i really do

[jessmalia]

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pairing: stiles stilinski x oc a/n: season 3! it’s here! I know that some of y’all have been really excited to see Valerie get involved in the supernatural stuff, and you don’t need to wait much longer because it’s happening this season! sorry for this taking so long. I had some difficulty figuring out the story, what I should change and what I shouldn’t, but I’ve got it all figured out now.  warnings: suicidal birds, mentions of death, grieving, lots of angst but with a bit of fluff in the beginning to sustain you.  wordcount: 2286

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Stiles

“You wanna ask Derek for help? Why? Why?” “He’s got the triskele tattooed on his back,” said Scott, as if it was obvious. “So there has to be a way to do it without healing, right?”

“Yeah still, doesn’t he have his hands a little bit full?” I said, referring to Erica and Boyd, who were now officially missing.

As we rounded the corner, I saw Valerie staring at the bulletin board, where I knew missing-posters for Boyd and Erica had been put up. Her hair had grown a bit longer over the summer and it seemed like she had colored in her hairstreaks to a much more vibrant shade of purple. She was wearing a black t-shirt with a cut open and bloodied up Barbie doll on it, and a leather bomber jacket that said ‘Punk’s not dead, just taking a long nap’ on the back.

Valerie and I hadn’t talked to each other since that time she showed up at my house last term. Not even to give me the last of the burgers she owed me. They just showed up in my locker every day. How she had gotten my combination I had no idea.

A grin grew on Valerie’s face as she turned around and spotted me.

“I like your new haircut, Bilinski.” She gestured to my head, where I’d let my buzzcut grow out over the summer. “Makes you look less stupid.”

“Thanks - and I like your shirt.” I pointed at the demolished Barbie doll. “It distracts me from your face.”

She saluted, before turning around and walking to class. Scott and I followed quietly behind her. Scott sent me a disbelieving look. I knew what he was on about. The short conversation between Valerie and I was something we could’ve said to each other last year – but there was something different about it now. The spite behind the words was gone. It was more like playful banter now than anything.

I rolled my eyes at Scott as we walked into English class.

Soon everyone was seated in the classroom, and all at once, our phones went off.

I checked mine. It was a text from an unknown number:

‘The offing was barred-’

“The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway, leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky, seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.” In walked a woman, who I could only assume was our new English teacher. “This is the last line to the first book we are going to read.” Spoilers much. “It is also the last text that you will receive in this class. Phones off, everyone.”

I listened and quickly turned my phone off, and put it in my pocket. It seemed like the rest of the class was doing the same. Our new teacher smiled in satisfaction and turned around to begin writing on the board.

Everyone immediately got out notebooks and pens to copy what she wrote. I looked to my left, where Valerie was sitting, and I noticed her ankle was bandaged. 

“Hey, Valerie,” I said, poking her with my pencil to get her attention. “What’s that?” I pointed the pencil towards her ankle. 

“It’s a bandage,” Valerie deadpanned. 

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, I know, but why do you need it?”

“Cesar bit me,” she said. “He’s my friend’s cat.”

“Does he usually bite people?”

“No- what are you getting at?”

I sighed contemplating whether or not to tell her. Valerie didn’t know about the supernatural world. It wouldn’t make much sense to her. But I couldn’t come up with any other explanation for my questions. 

“A crazy deer crashed into Allison’s and Lydia’s car last night. What if this is the same thing. You know, like how animals start acting weird right before an earthquake or something?”

“You think there’s gonna be an earthquake?” Valerie asked, raising her eyebrows. 

“Or something. I just- maybe it means something’s coming. Something bad.”

“It was a deer and a cat,” she said. My expression fell a bit. I felt pretty stupid. But Valerie’s face softened. “What’s that thing you say about threes?” she asked. “One’s an incident, two’s a coincidence, thee’s a-”

Valerie never finished her sentence. She stopped when something hit the window. We both looked over at the splotch of blood left by whatever hit it. 

“Pattern,” I said, finishing Valerie’s sentence. Valerie’s eyes seemed to divert from the blood splotch, and I followed her gaze. There in the sky, about a hundred ravens were slowly making their way towards the school. Our teacher also seemed to notice the swarm of birds headed towards us. She stopped her writing and walked over to the windows, which seemed to draw the rest of the students’ attention as well. 

Soon enough, another one of them hit the window. Then another. And another. All of them dying on impact, leaving more splotches of blood. The birds seemed to hit the windows harder and harder. Then they left cracks. Then a bird broke a window. Somehow it survived and flied around panicked. Then another bird got in. 

“Get down, everyone!” The teacher yelled. All of the students got down onto the floor. Trying to avoid the shattering glass that was flying everywhere and the ravens pecking on their skin. I moved over to where Valerie was crouching and wrapped my arms around her. Trying my best to shield her from the birds. We moved under one of the desks, to try and seek protection from the crazy birds flying around and cawing like crazy while violently pecking us.

“GET DOWN! GET DOWN!”

---

After a while, the cawing and the pecking stopped, and everyone slowly began to stand up, observing the mess in front of us. All of the birds were now dead, and their corpses laid all around the classroom. Papers had been ripped out of notebooks with beaks and claws. The birds even seemed to have ripped out feathers from each other. Or perhaps, I thought, they had ripped them out of themselves. There was not an inch of the classroom that wasn’t covered by paper, feathers or blood, and there wasn’t a person not covered in it either. Most had small holes in their clothing where the ravens had pecked away. It sure was a sight to behold. 

Valerie cleared her throat beside me and my gaze immediately sifted from the room to her eyes. 

“Thank you,” she said. I nodded, then realized my hand was still on her shoulder and quickly removed it, instead rubbing the back of my head. 

“It was nothing,” I said. “Don’t worry about it. I owe you a couple.”

---

Isaac had recently been attacked by twin alpha werewolves who can merge together to form a giant alpha werewolf and lost his memory. So we did what any normal people would do: we prepared a magic ice bath for him so that a veterinary could hypnotize his memories back. 

“Obviously, it’s not going to be particularly... comfortable,” Deaton (the vet) told Issac. They were standing in the doorway, watching Scott, Derek and I fill the metal tub with ice. “But if we can slow your heart-rate down enough you’ll slip into a trance-like state.”

“Like, being hypnotized?” asked Isaac. 

“Exactly! You’ll be half transformed. It’ll let us access your subconscious mind.”

“How slow does his heart-rate need to be?” Scott asked after emptying the last bag of ice into the tub.

“Very slow,” said Deaton. 

“Okay, well, how slow is ‘very slow’?” asked Derek. 

“Nearly dead.”

Issac looked worried, which was pretty understandable. “It’s safe though, right?” he asked. 

“Do you want me to answer honestly?”

Issac shook his head. “No. No, not really.”

“Look, if it feels too risky you don’t have to do this,” said Derek. Scott nodded in agreement. Isaac looked at the two werewolves, contemplating their words, before taking his shirt off and getting in the ice water.

---

Issac sat up. “I saw it! I saw the name!” he exclaimed. Scott and I exchanged a look. He didn’t remember what he’s just said? Scott seemed to recover from the shock quicker than I did, and he and Derek helped Issac out of the water and wrapped a towel around his shoulders. 

“It’s, uh, Beacon Hills First National Bank,” said Issac, still shivering pretty severely. “It’s- it’s an abandoned bank, and they’re- they’re keeping them locked inside the vault.” No one answered. Issac looked around at our somber expressions, detecting that something was wrong. 

“What?” he asked. 

I sniffed. “You don’t remember what you said, right before you came out of it, do you?”

Issac shook his head. “No.”

“Uh, you said when they captured you that they dragged you into a room - and that there was a body in it.”

Issac's expression suddenly turned cold. “What body?”

“Erica. You said it was Erica.”

--- 

The news were delivered on Friday the very same week. It was in the middle of Chemistry when the new principal announced it over the speakers. An animal attack. Of course that’s what they thought. And meanwhile, the people who actually killed her get to walk freely around Beacon Hills. Two of them even went to this school. 

As soon as the principal announced it, Valerie stood up and stormed out of the classroom, leaving all of her things on her desk. Mr. Harris hadn’t stopped her. He may be a dick, but at least he’s not cruel. 

When Chemistry was over Valerie still hadn’t returned to class, so I volunteered to bring her stuff to her house. Mr. Harris agreed and gave me the address, I guess he was feeling extra generous today. 

Valerie’s house wasn’t that far away from school, so it didn’t take long until I stood on her porch. Her house was big and beautiful. Exactly the kind of house my dad and I could never afford. It was painted white and had a small garden at the front. Every window had white lace curtains hanging in it, as well as a flowerbox under it. The only exception was the window farthest to the left on the second floor, where black curtains were hanging. Probably Valerie’s room.

But despite the house’s beauty, there was something off about it. The grass looked overgrown, the flowers hung sadly as if no one had taken care of them in a while – and there was this weird cold aura to it. As if the house itself was telling me that I wasn’t welcome there.

I knocked on the door, ignoring the fancy doorknocker, and waited for someone to answer. Soon enough, the door was answered by a man in a suit. He looked to be in his late 40s, his brown hair was beginning to turn gray, he was wearing reading-glasses and had an evident scowl on his face. 

I cleared my throat. “Hi-”

“Look, kid, I’m not interested in buying anything.” He began closing the door.

“No, no, no, no-” I grabbed ahold of the door before he could close it. “That’s not why I’m here.” 

He opened the door fully again.

“I go to school with your daughter. I’m just here to bring her things.” I held out Valerie’s bag to him. 

“Oh, well that’s very nice of you,” he said, taking the bag from my hands. “That was very irresponsible of her. If she’s already skipping class the least she can do is bring her things.”

I frowned, but chose to ignore that comment, giving him the benefit of the doubt that it might’ve been a really bad attempt at a joke. “How is she?” I asked instead. 

“Oh, God knows,” said Mr. Thomas, “she locked herself in her room as soon as she came home.”

My frowned deepened. “Sir, do you know what happened?” I asked. His lack of empathy was honestly shocking. I figured the only explanation was that he didn’t know what had happened. But I was wrong. 

“Of course, I read it in the paper this morning. I didn’t wanna tell her because I knew this would happen. I thought if she found out after school she could have the weekend for herself and come back and work on school on Monday.”

“I don’t think missing half a class is going to affect her grades,” I said. 

Mr. Thomas sighed. “Yes, you’re right of course. But if she continues to act like this it will eventually. That Erica girl was a bad influence on her when she was alive and it seems she will continue to be so in her death.”

“I think I must be going now,” I said. Wanting to wrap this up and get out of this conversation as soon as possible. “Just – tell Valerie I’m here for her, will you?”

Mr. Thomas nodded. “I will.” And with that, he closed the door. 

I couldn’t believe that was Valerie’s dad. They looked nothing alike. Though, I didn’t actually know if it was because of their facial features being completely different, or if it just seemed that way because of how different their personalities were. Sure, Valerie could be mean and standoffish at times, but I’d seen how she could be with people she truly cared about. I’d seen how she’d been with Erica. Her dad had been so dismissive about her feelings, which was the opposite of how Valerie was with Erica. Her wellbeing was always such a high priority for her. And now she was gone. And all Valerie had left was a shitty dad who didn’t care about her feelings. Hopefully, her mom was better. 

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Vampire! Joshua

Genre/Warnings: fluff, historically incorrect probably, mentions of religion that are purely because of this supernatural au, cursing

Word Count: 2278

A/N: surprise :p i was kinda feeling inspired bc this is a superior concept sorry it’s not a request :( but i really hope you guys like this! it’s been a minute since i’ve written something, i hope i portrayed joshua correctly too - admin seri

1800s poster church boy

until he fell in love 

or so he thought 

he was strumming his guitar at choir practice 

sitting at the side while the nun yelled at the girls, a usual day at the church

and he looked up at the sound of the doors opening and saw her

immediately he’s fascinated by things he’s never cared about before 

it was like just the flutter of her lashes made him swoon

poor unsuspecting Joshua Hong, didn’t he know what compulsion was 

for a month after, people said he changed 

he quit choir and began chasing after this one girl 

as were many other men, as they were all too blinded by the compulsion to realize, him included 

but she liked him best, it was the only explanation, because why else would she

he remembers that night, dressed in a tux as her date to one of the many balls she was invited too

being pulled into one of the many secluded rooms by the tug of her nimble fingers on his tie 

feeling the soft touch of her lips 

feeling the pain of her teeth sinking into his bottom lip

she seemed to take great amusement in watching him pull back in horror 

she bit down on her own lip, hard

he watched, horrified as the blood dripped from her lips while she smirked

and she kissed him again in his frozen state

next thing he knew he was laying on his bed with a terribly sore neck 

left with only a short, vivid scene of her baring her fangs and wrapping her hands around his neck 

she was gone and so was the compulsion

he looked into the mirror, ran his hands over the puncture wounds on his neck, and hissed at the pain of a new set of teeth growing

it didn’t take long for him to realize he needed to escape town 

it also didn’t take long for him to meet another vampire

Choi Seungcheol offered him an understanding smile and handed him a ring 

from then on, he was with Seventeen 

becoming a vampire killed any belief Joshua had in god

he was even the ‘I've read the entire bible five’ type, but then again what else was there really to do

there wasn’t much he could say about the topic now, the evidence was clear 

however, his knowledge made him the absolute perfect candidate for his role in Seventeen

because where there’s a small, close-knit town, there’s a church

prominent members of the community reside in the church 

and they know all the dirty secrets

all he was to do was wiggle his way into the church slowly as the young, pleasant man offering to play the guitar during mass 

getting along with all the kids

become the major’s kid favorite 

shaking hands with the major as he grins ‘shyly’ when the major dotes on how much the kid loves him 

sly, sly Joshua 

his job, primarily, is to make sure none of the town leaders catch on to the recent rise in animal deaths 

and that no other vampires left any loose ends or some people suspicious

and especially make sure as hell there aren’t any vampire hunters

so he’s at choir practice with a guitar at his side, smiling softly at the nostalgic sight of the kids singing

til he smells a familiar scent in the air and turns to see Jun

“What are you going here?”

smiling brightly, Junhui points, “the kid my girl babysits gets to play this weekend” 

“she’s adorable” Joshua looks to the little girl standing next to the piano bouncing on the balls of her feet 

“yeah I am,” Jun’s girlfriend buts in cheekily, “thanks Josh” 

he hums nonchalantly, “no problem” 

while the three of them settle to watch the practice, Jun leans in and whispers, “so any updates?” 

“one lady, she’s on the council and is always asks me about our living situation whenever we talk. it’s obvious she’s skeptical. I overheard her talking about the deer Vernon forgot to bury last week too”

“are you going to compel her to stop?” 

he shakes his head, “no, she’s been so adamant, it’ll be too suspicious if she suddenly stops caring” 

“what are we going to do?” 

he shrugs and gives a reassuring smile, “I’ll figure it out” 

later that evening, he finds himself at a council member’s dinner party 

the amount of dinner parties Joshua has been to is astonishing, it really felt like they had nothing better to do with their lives 

so in his dress shirt and slacks, he greets everyone with a shake of the hand or a polite hug

secretly wanting to just down ten glasses of champagne because that’s how utterly unlikable the council members are

managing to escape, he finds himself in one of the many hallways of the mansion and spots a lone figure 

Joshua watches as you examine the picture frames in close detail, as if you were looking as to see what color shoes each person was wearing 

slowly, he takes light steps towards you, standing behind to take a look at the frames himself 

you feel a strange sensation, like that unexplainable feeling that you’re being watched

so you turn your head

“Jesus fuck!” 

you stumble a couple steps away from him

how could you not even hear his footsteps

despite your loud exclamation, he remains cool and only smirks 

“saying God’s name in vain?” he shakes his head mockingly 

you huff, gathering your composure, “I wouldn’t be if you weren’t being so creepy” 

seeing him simply shrug and turn back to the frames, you scowl

“who even cares about that anyways,” you mutter under your breath

“never said I did,” he smiles at you calmly

a very unmannerly snort rises from you, “geez you just keep getting creepier and creepier” 

he chuckles, “Joshua Hong, nice you meet you. you can call me Josh.”

how he hasn’t been the slightest put off by your unfriendliness, you don’t know

“Y/N L/N” 

for the first time, you take him in, finally noticing how insanely handsome he is

in fact, he seems perfect

seeing as you let a little bit of your guard down, Joshua asks, “so tell me about the pictures”

“if you really want to know, Joshua“ you tease, emphasizing the ‘ua’, “this is my family” 

he looks at your impassive expression, noticing the way your tone becomes lifeless when you talk about them 

“this is your house?” 

you smile bitterly, “yeah, it’s nice right?” 

shaking his head he exhales, “I don’t know seems kind of lonely” 

you eye him with a look of surprise and he laughs 

“I live with twelve other guys and I think that’s the only way you could fill a house like this” 

seeing you crack a smile, he grins triumphantly 

“twelve guys? that’s an odd arrangement” 

“it works” 

lifting his finger, Joshua points to one of the pictures, “where’s this at?” 

“the woods just outside of town, that’s my family and the major’s family camping, we go every year” 

finally getting to what he came here for, Joshua says, “you guys probably heard of all the animal deaths in the forest then huh” 

you sigh dramatically, “not you too, seems like the whole council is obsessed with it these days” 

“oh?” 

oh fuck

the chances of this town knowing about vampire seems very high

in a town where a couple families have been in control since forever, those families passed down the secrets

he’d have to ask Wonwoo for more history

“I can’t believe my parents are making me join the council, I don’t know what about turning twenty-one suddenly allows me to handle city politics” 

he makes a note of that and chuckles, “mmm yeah, seems more like a clubbing night instead of an inauguration”

you reach and nudge his arm naturally, “that’s what i’m saying!” 

“another thing also,” Joshua raises his brows amused and tilts his head towards the champagne glass in your hand

“what are you a saint,” you can’t help but smile, “okay holy one, take it from me” 

he almost bursts into laughter at the irony

simply just clinking your glass with his, his eyes sparkle with a playful gleam, “cheers” 

after getting your number, which you will never admit you happily gave him, you both start to talk

from daily conversations simply about each others day 

to both of you dying when the conversation leads somewhere completely random 

you honestly just think, like wow, when has your adult dating life ever been this successful 

but Joshua, when he first found out about you and your family, his only thought was how useful the information you had could be 

though he’s being honest with himself, you had him since that dinner party

not head over heels compulsion type of attraction

just your tough snarky demeanor, no doubt because of the way you were raised 

and the way it fell into a giggly mess meshed with sarcastic comebacks as if you weren’t just laughing your head off

and even if you pretend to be cold-hearted sometimes, you’re the first one to give someone directions or to pick up their fallen papers 

“clearly you like her” Jeonghan laughs, entertained by his close friend’s struggle

“I know that much” he chortles, “Y/n likes me too” 

“and you haven’t made a move because? there’s only so many coffee runs and choir practices you guys can use as an excuse” 

Joshua stares into the moon from his spot on the rooftop, realizing it must’ve past midnight by now 

“today is Y/n’s birthday, they’re going to tell her today” 

“well didn’t she invite you to her dinner party?” 

his lips twitch remembering you ranting about it to him, complaining about the formalities of it all, how you really didn’t want all the council members and their snotty kids, no matter how cute, at your twenty-first birthday

you had reached over and tapped his arm, letting your hand graze against him, “looks like it’s your job to make it worthwhile” 

arriving at your mansion, he’s dressed in his best suit and clutching a bouquet of flowers

he can smell your distinct perfume getting closer and closer to the door and smiles softly when you pause in front for a few moments

you’re feeling just as nervous as he is

“Josh” you greet, finally taken to calling him by his nickname

“you look lovely” he says warmly

he reaches for your hand, bringing it up his lips tenderly and presses a kiss

eyes never leaving his, you breathe deeply

“old-fashioned” you mumble, hoping your twenty-one year old self isn’t seriously blushing right now

“i prefer romantic but you’re the birthday girl” 

you glare at him playfully, “hey only i’m allowed to be cheeky today” 

he lets you lead him around the house, pointing out all the elaborate decorations your parents had set up

he really tries his best to pay attention, but the entire time all he can focus on is how he’s going to break the news of being a vampire to you

for a moment he even thought he could hear his heartbeat but stupid, his heart doesn’t beat

you ended up giving him a tour of the entire house with the pool as your last stop

grabbing his hand, successfully sending sparks up his arm, you lead him outside

he doesn’t let go 

“at least the weather is pretty today” you hum, purposely not talking about your hand in his

“looks like the guests are starting to come” 

you both can hear the sound of guests chattering and expensive cars beeping

“just let me be alone with someone a like for a moment” 

before he can show you any type of reaction you let out a tiny giggle, and use your intertwined hands to tug him closer to you

“do you like me too?” your eyes hold a teasing glint, already knowing the answer

“yes, i do like you” Joshua says firmly

you become serious at his sincere and determined expression 

“so what have we been waiting for?” 

Joshua sighs, unknowingly gripping your hand tighter

“I feel like I should tell you something first, and if it doesn’t work, I need you to forget it” 

“okay”

there were other ways where this could’ve gone smoother, but this information never is smooth anyways

“I’m a vampire”

he watches you cautiously, hoping he wouldn’t have to compel you to forget, because that would really mess with his heart

your serious expression falls into a blank one and he almost isn’t sure that it’s you gripping his hand tighter or the other way around

you let out a shaky laugh, “since when were you so dramatic” 

“what-” 

you cut him off, “that was a bit easier to process than i thought” 

 “than you thought?“ he questions incredulously

“Josh, I found out about vampires when I was 16. I was a pretty sneaky teen so do you know how funny it was for me to pretend this was new information this morning to my parents?” you grin mischievously, ignoring his dumbfounded expression

“so what about me?” 

“you Joshua Hong,” you tap him on the nose, “aren’t as subtle as you think, I’m just smarter than you I guess” 

recovering from his surprise he smirks, “all this time, I was worried about you feeling betrayed, but now I do” 

he pulls you closer, letting the hand not holding yours fall on your waist 

you roll your eyes and stare up at him, realizing how utterly smitten you are with him

“just kiss me already, and please no fangs” 

The Seventeen Vampire AU Series:

| Mingyu | Junhui | Seungcheol | Joshua |

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