#Sid dear door

[saigar-art]

Lil’ sketch of Sid from Dear Door He’s a total mofo in the story but if anyone dares to hurt this child again I swear I’ll grind them into cosmic dust 😤

[zak-dar]

I just want to Sid be happy and loved (even if it’s by Metatron)

[lestcat-de-lioncourt]

wow I don’t use tumblr on my laptop and I googled Sid from Dear Door and a post I made abt ADHD using a picture of him is in the top results.. oh dear lmao

[tealeaves71]

The beauty!  OMG!  😍

[weepingfireflies]

I finally read Dear Door on recommendation, and holy shit, that was a really convoluted love triangle-road map thing

[yuuminni]

im just so disappointed that so many times a story abt bad ppl falling in love will either end in a tragedy where the love interest outright hates and rejects them or in a happy ending where the love interest somehow reciprocates them. not once have i ever seen a story ends in the utterly devastating state of their crush caring about them but never to the same degree they care abt their crush. wheres the friends with unrequited crush representation

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Eyes On Me (Chris Fehn x Fem! Reader) FLUFF

So, in the midst of the holiday craziness, one of my dear friends decided to ignite this bombshell of a hyper fixation in my brain. So, uh, maybe add a bit of Slipknot to the rotation since some other things have been put on hiatus.

You're on tour with Slipknot, Chris likes to flirt with the pretty girl that works with the band, chaos ensues.

WARNINGS: Swearing, suggestive comments, Chris is a bit of a perv, but honestly if you're reading this you probably expect all of this anyways lol, tooth rotting fluff of my favorite percussionist 🖤

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Waking up in a hotel on tour was always a strange experience. The band had stopped to play 3 shows in the same city back to back, meaning that for a few days you would be freed of the cramped confines of the tour bus. You squinted, slamming your head into the pillows in an attempt to block out the assault from the early morning sun. You could hear your neighbors talking loudly through the wall. Chris and Sid were already full of energy. You jolted up in bed as there was sudden banging of a fist behind your bed. “Anyone alive in there?!” Chris yells.

“Chris it is 8 in the morning!” You shout back. “Unless you're buying me breakfast you better shut up!”

“If you want breakfast, get your ass out of bed!” You freeze at his words, was he seriously offering to take you out to eat? “Be ready in five, sweetheart, I'll be right over.” You could hear Sid struggling to hold back his giddy laughter. You scrambled out of bed, of course he would pull some shit like this. You rush to the bathroom, quickly washing your face and throwing on some of the fastest makeup you've done in your entire life.

“Shit!” You cursed, tripping over yourself as you struggled to pull on your pants, Chris’s loud knocking on your door ringing through the hotel room. You and the band’s percussionist had been flirting for a while. Chris, albeit unsettling at first, couldn't keep his eyes off you from the beginning.

“Well, good morning beautiful.” The same eyes that made your heart stop every time you met them.

“Good morning, yourself.” You snap back playfully.

“Aw, did I wake you?” He coos, cupping your face in his hand, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Poor baby. Come on, I'll make up for it.” He wraps an arm around your shoulders, leading you out of the hotel tucked safely into his side.

You found yourselves at some hole in the wall diner, serving up the greasiest breakfast food you've ever witnessed. Plates piled high with bacon, sausage, eggs, and a multitude of other sides, whatever you ended up deciding on surely wasn't going to disappoint. The morning with Chris flowed by effortlessly. He kept you laughing the entire time, every so often tossing in a compliment about how pretty he thought your smile was, teasing you whenever he had noticed your flustered state. “Are you going to come watch me play tonight?” He asks with a mischievous grin.

“You're acting like I'm not there every night.” You respond with a smirk.

“Yeah, but you're there to watch the band, you're not watching me.” You could hear his fingers nervously drumming on the counter top.

“Do you really think I could possibly keep my eyes off you?” He breathes out a laugh, shrugging into his jacket. “We should get going, you’ll be late for sound check.”

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“He better be out here in five minutes or I'm going to personally go in there and kick his ass.” You laugh as Corey yells.

“I'll get him out here, don't worry!” You reassure him as you slip inside the dressing room.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” You can't help but roll your eyes as you watch the smirk immediately spread across his features. “A pre-show visit from you, I must’ve been a good boy.” He chuckles. You wordlessly grab the black grease paint from his bag, perching yourself on the arm of his chair. It was irritating how good he looked, his jumpsuit mostly unzipped, his skin glowing with the thin sheen of sweat he had worked up from warming up before the show.

“You need to be out there in a few minutes and you’ve barely started to get dressed, someone has to make sure you make it out on stage.” Despite trying your best to seem annoyed, Chris didn't miss how you were struggling to keep the flustered smile off your lips. You had been working with the band for a while, originally having started off as a roadie, but it quickly became apparent how good you were at wrangling the band’s more hyperactive members. Chris clocked you instantly. At first he thought it was funny. He would sit somewhere backstage and stare at you, chuckling to himself when you would eventually scurry off. It's not that you minded, his staring was never malicious or mean in any way. But, goddamn, was it distracting. After a little while it finally dawned on him that you weren't running away out of fear, you were running away because you were flustered. Every so often he would watch the blush spread across your cheeks when he had been caught staring, how every time you would run off to take care of something else you would always glance back at him just one more time before disappearing.

“What would I do without you?” He says with a teasing smile. You craned over him, haphazardly covering his skin with the paint. You let out a surprised squeak as one of Chris's hands wraps around your waist. He pushes you off the arm of the chair, you bounced slightly as you landed in his lap. “Probably a little bit more comfortable like this.” He raises an eyebrow playfully at you, waiting to see what kind of response he would elicit. Your face burned, your mind completely blank as you tried to process just what the hell was happening. He was so warm, you could feel one of his legs bouncing anxiously underneath you as he sat and wondered just how royally he had fucked up. You try to return your focus to applying his paint, a task that only becomes more difficult as you feel one of his massive hands wrap around your thigh. He enjoyed having you so close, being able to trace over every detail of your features. “You are stunning.” He states under his breath.

“Thank you.” You reply with a flustered smile. “You didn't,” you cleared your throat, your voice cracking slightly as you spoke, “you didn't forget your mask did you?” You jump as he slaps his hand down on the table at his side, he smirks as he holds up his mask.

“Did I forget my mask?” He mocks, he watches you relax as he manages to make you laugh. “Put it on me.” It wasn't a request. The buckles clink together as he lets it fall into your lap. His striking blue eyes hold you frozen in place as you timidly pick up his mask. The metal was cold against your palm, the leather smooth between your fingers as you moved the straps out of the way. He pulls the hood over his head before allowing you to sit the piece carefully over his features, making sure it was properly in place before tackling all of the buckles. He doesn't take his eyes off you as you make quick work of securing everything in place.

“Hang on, this one’s a little stuck.” One of the straps had gotten caught on its buckle, halting your process momentarily. You gave it one firm tug in order to free it. Chris hisses as the mask catches, the strap noticeably digging into his skin. You hurriedly begin to apologize, moving to undo the strap only for his hand to grab both of yours, pulling them away from his face.

“Don't worry, pretty girl. I'm alright.” His eyes flicker over your features. “Hurt me all you want baby, I like a little pain.” Your cheeks burn as you stare down at him. He breathes out a laugh as his gaze drops to your lips.

“Chris, come on! We gotta go!” Sid freezes when he sees the situation at hand.

“Animals.” He spits through a cackle. “Chris is getting FRISKY.” He bellows, slamming the door behind him.

Chris chuckles, helping you stand. “Guess we should get this show on the road. Wouldn't want them getting any angrier.” Your heart was racing as you followed Chris out of the dressing room, wiping your sweaty palms down the front of your pants. It didn't take long for him to get back to his usual antics. Every so often Chris would walk up to you, sometimes giving you a reason, other times just staring at you in silence until you acknowledged him.

“Need something, Chris?” Silence. You look at him, a smirk playing on your lips. “You know, you make it a little hard to do my job sometimes.” He takes a few long, fast strides towards you, causing you to stumble back slightly until you were trapped between him and the wall. He leans down, bringing his face level with yours. He presses the nose of his mask against yours, making you giggle. You playfully swat at him, “I have work to do.”

“Has anyone seen Mick’s extra pics?!” You shout, rifling through a case that had been tossed in the side. Suddenly, something cold and pointy pressed into your cheek.

“You're looking a little stressed, baby.” Your ears are met with Chris's playful tone as he pokes your face with the nose of his mask.

You let out an exasperated sigh, “Chris, I don't have time for this, I need to find–” He opens your hand, dropping three pics into your palm. You cringe slightly, realizing he was just trying to help.

“Just relax, sugar. I'll take good care of you.” A shiver runs down your spine at his flirty tone. Your eyes meet his before you slowly let your gaze drop down to his lips.

“Play a good show and maybe I'll let you.” A strangled sound escapes him as whatever crass response he had come up with died in his throat. He watches as you carefully press your lips to the nose of his mask. “Knock ‘em dead for me.”

“You got it, angel,” he breathes out through a laugh, “just make sure you keep those pretty eyes on me, okay?” He responds flirtatiously as you flit past him, hurrying to deliver Mick his missing picks. He can't help but smile as he catches you glancing at him over your shoulder.

Chris took your request to heart, hoping his rockstar status was enough to keep you from punching him in the face for what he had planned. He played his soul out that night. Jumping and thrashing around like you had never seen before, he was mesmerizing to watch. At one point meeting your gaze across the stage, the two of you share a moment, screaming the lyrics from your favorite song off the setlist. He loved watching you dance just off stage, you were stunning, and you were looking only at him.

After the concert was over he powers up to you. His shoulders heaved with every labored breath, sweat dripping down every exposed inch of skin. “Get this fucking mask off me.” He growls, grabbing onto you and pulling you close. You waste no time granting his request, his hands hot against your skin where they cling desperately to your waist. The second you finish with the last buckle Chris rips the mask from his face, throwing it on the floor to focus on the task at hand. He grabs your face in his hand, his fingers pressing into your cheeks with near bruising force as he crushed his lips against yours, his black paint smearing across your features, officially marking you as his in his eyes. His free arm circles around your waist, pulling you flush against him. There were various cheers, screams, and a few gags from the rest of the band.

“Jim, you owe me money!” Mick yells with a laugh.

“What the hell are you– oh... Dammit Chris, you couldn't have waited until we got back on the bus?!” You can't help but smile as you feel him chuckle against your lips.

“Did I play a good enough show, sweetheart?” He asks with a smug smirk, not giving you time to answer before kissing you again.

[thedevilrisen]

Hospital - 3

Nova Crosby -

11:46 pm

Luke sat in the blue hallway of the hospital, hands shaking as he picked at the buttered banana bread that the nurse suggested he purchase, he had to admit. It was very good. Sitting there in his own world of dismay, struggling to find his footing in the storm of uncertainties. Since he was sent down to the cafe, which closed half-an-hour ago no new information had arised.

Luke was still waiting for Sid near the entrance of the hospital, responding to his message with an 'I'll tell you when you get here.' Both men knew that that conversation would be better had face to face, with each other to lean on. A common theme between the two was a severe restlessness, understandability so when a loved one was in a precarious position.

Luke's gaze followed movement outside the glass entry doors to the hospital, when the motion sensor light triggered he identified the movement as Sidney and immediately jumped up to greet him. Luke pressed the green button for the door as it was past visiting hours which meant no one from the outside was allowed in.

When Sid walked through the glass doors, his eyes connecting with Luke's as the two let out a simultaneous breath of relief. While many would be worried for Nova there were probably only two who would match the incredulous level and right now they were standing and looking at each other in the hospital entrance tears beading the tops of their lashes in solitude.

"How you holding up, kid?" Sid rasped out, barely above a whisper. He had to admit, Luke looked like a mess, dark bags under his bloodshot eyes, his hair was tousled from running his hand through it countless times as he sat in the weight of the situation.

"I certainly could be better, I can tell you that much." Luke spoke sarcastically, Sid got the impression that Luke was very much akin to a wounded animal. Terrified and defensive, refusing help from others because that would make the situation worse. "Not as bad as you I'd imagine."

Sid nodded solemnly along with the whispered words, when he had first heard from Luke what was wrong with Nova he had consulted his medical dictionary to disclose what a brain aneurysm was and whether or not her was having one. Never in a million years or life times did he think he would be standing in the entrance of a hospital in which housed Nova in its sterile-lit depths.

"While she was first and foremost my darling little girl Luke, she's now your girl too. I've always know one way or another she'd become so infatuated with someone and I'd be handing her off at an alter eventually." Sid took a deep breath, eyes darting around as he tried to find the correct way to word his next statement, "I had just always prayed, that one day it would be the right person. I don't want to make any outrageous assumptions.. but if I didn't know any better Luke I'd say you are planning to be that person."

Luke finally felt his walls crumble, the strong front he held in the ambulance and in the emergency, when he took a picture with the server at the cafetiera. It all came crashing down. Tears spewed from Luke's eyes as he stumbled forward into Sidney's arms, wet gargled sobs entrenched the prior tranquility of the hospital lobby and turned it into a cacophony of suffering. The ensemble of incoherence continued to play as the ship sank, and Luke to his knees with Sidney in tow, his arms still cradling the distraught boy.

Sidney didn't try to quiet the boy, Luke needed to let out the emotion or he would explode. As his quaking shoulders softened to mear trembles and tears subsided Sid loosened his grip, letting Luke drag himself back into reality, allowing him to strengthen his frontier again for everything that was to come.

And come it did.

Unknown ID

Dear Family of Nova Crosby, two of her 3 schedules surgeries went to plan, we were unable to perform the third due to a complication in which she has been moved to the Intensive Care unit, located on level three, for close monitoring. Please find the Intensive Care waiting room located outside ward 3A where a nurse will come find you and bring you to visit.

[itsmebytch001]

Carmy's Kid: Pt 1

Sat down on a leathery dirty seat the bussesl of customers swallowing you up pondering on your testing math work, and the overhearing of your father screaming was certainly not helping in the mildest.

Carmy: "Cousin, Cousin?!" He bangs his pan onto the stove.

Richie: "What? What?!" He turns into the kitchen from the freezer.

Richie: "Corner" Sydney swerves around him.

Carmy: "Where is the fucking Borchetta?"

Richie: "Oh I don't know why don't you look for it, I don't what with maybe your eyes? You know those water things in your eyes?"

Carmy: "I'm doing a million things right now cousin can you please please tell me where the God damm Borchetta is?!"

Richie: "I DON'T KNOW!" He screamed, your Dad looks like he's about to snap.

Carmy: "Sydney, you see the Borchetta is?"

Sydney: "No Chef, Corner!"

Carmy: "Marcus?"

Marcus: "No Chef, behind!" he bellowed skimping behind his co-workers.

Carmy: "Dear God I know somebody's got the fucking Borchetta!"

Richie: "You know what cousin? maybe it grew legs and ran away, huh? Do ya think maybe that's happened baby?"

Carmy: "you know what? Go fuck yourself Richie"

Richie: "You kiss your daughter with that mouth?"

Carmy: "Don't talk bout my fucking kid Richie"

Richie: "See? See? he did it again! My God she's gonna be swearing like a sailor ain't she Sids?"

Sydney: "Shut up CORNER!"

Richie: "shut up? Shut up? are you for real?" He took a stride towards Sydney as she help a hot tray full of cooked beef.

Carmy: "Step off Richie"

Richie: "Shut up?" He loomed over like a mildly threatening swamp three.

Sydney: "Get out my face"

Richie: " sorry what was that sweetie?"

Sydney: "Get.Out.My.Face" her hands tensed over the hot tray, a hand reaches over Riche's shoulder.

Carmy: "Step the fuck off Richie, NOW HAS ANYBODY SEEN THE FUCKING BORCEHTTA?!"

Richie: "Look in the God Damm pantry, you retarded prick!"

Sydney: "You not supposed to say-"

Richie: "Oh Go fuck yourself Sydney"

Carmy:"Behind, behind, behind behind" he repeated snaking his way too the pantry, scanning over it to find no Borchetta.

Carmy: "It's not here cousin!"

Richie: "Look fucking harder!"

Carmy: "Fuck fuck fuck fuck " He's scrambling picking up soft cheese checking the lable and again and again and again where is it where is it where the Hell is it?

Carmy: "It IS NOT HERE COUSIN!"

Richie: "Dear God you blind dick, behind, behind, behind, behind"

He repeated following his path too the pantry, reaching for the top shelf, and picking up...the Borchetta.

Richie: "Here" he said practically throwing it at him.

Richie: "Next time don't be such a bitch about it, it's fucking cheese man"

Camry rubbed his eyes, the top shelf, the top fucking shelf maybe Richie put it up there just to push him, lanky ass dick, I should fire him. can I fire him? Did Mike leave me hire fire power? well I have hire power...it would be for the best...but how's he gonna pay his Child support? who care? No No that's cruel, he won't be able to see her any more if he can't pay, and imagine is you couldn't see Y/n? Imagine if Richie took Y/n then what would you do? I'd kill him? Obviously yeah and it's like you can run this joint if your fucking dead so shut up and don't fire Richie, m'kay? kay fine, jeez.

Camry rubbed his eyes, he's so tired.

Y/n.

Camry: "shiiiiit, Chefs! Eyes on Y/n!" Tina peers her head out the door to see you still, looking sadly onto your maths paper.

Tina: "Got her Chef, who's the guy?"

Carmy: "who's that what?"

Tina: "That guy? sittin across her?"

Camry: "What?" He said pacing quickly over looming behind her to see some dirty old hobo talking to you.

Carmy: "Ay AY what the fuck you think you doing?!" he yelled over at him.

Tina: "Chill man, he seem's harmless"

Richie: "Seem's, yeah."

Carmy lightly pushed past Tina out the kitchen and into the diner.

Carmy: "Get out, GET OUT!" He yelled at the man, who really had done nothing wrong, eating his sandwich.

"Whoah, Whoah I ain't done nothing man"

Carmy: "Fuck you doing sitting across my kid?" He grips the mans shirt and pulls him close.

"There aren't any more seats?" They are infacnt, no more seats.

Carmy looks around and confirms, there are no more seats.

Carmy: "I don't give a fuck, you eat outside!"

"Its snowing?!"

Carmy: " I don't care, get out GET OUT!"

You place your head on the counter and cover your ears, your Dad get's scary when he's like this. Your 'Uncle' Richie slips in behind pressing his hands in between Your Dad, and the homless guy.

Richie: "Chill man you gotta chill"

Camry:" Don't tell me what the fuck to do Cousin"

Richie: "Look around your scaring her you idiot"

Camry glances over to you, your forehead pressed against the table your ears covered.

fuck.

he released the man from his grasp, collecting himself in deep shaggred breaths as he scattred off.

Richie: "You gotta chill ma-"

Camry banged his fist onto the table.

Camry: "OKAY LISTEN UP, LADIES AND GENTELMEN THIS SEAT HERE!" He pointed at you "WITH THE LITTLE GIRL IN THE PURPLE COAT, IS RESEVRED, Mkay?! ANYONE ONE WHO SIT'S ON IT BANNED!" He pointed at the homless man rushing his way out.

Carmy: "BANNED!" He banged his fist on the table again, fishing his speech, causing you to tense and shudder Richie gestured to you, shaking still with your hands over your ears, Camy wiped his hand over his face, realsing how over board he had just gone. He leaned over the table and gave you a kiss on the head.

Carmy: "I'm sorry I yelled baby, I'm so sorry" He rubbed your hair and you lifted your head.

Carmy: "Tell you what, Tell you what? I'll help you when we get home if you want? yeah?"

Y/n: "Sure"

Carmy: "Okay, okay I love you" He said kissing again on your temple.

Y/n: "How long till closing?"

Carmy: "4 Hours baby"

Y/n: "Four!?"

Carmy: "That's just how it is baby, but we got a stack of books you could read yeah? Still working your way through Harry Potter"

Y/n: "Ugh, fine" You sank into your chair.

Camry: "Okay, okay well I gotta get back to work now baby"

Y/n: "I know"

Camry: "M'kay, RICHIE!" he yelled off into the kitchen.

Richie: "what?!"

Carmy:" Get Y/n her fucking books!"

Richie: "Which one?!"

Camry: "All of em!"

Richie rolled his eyes and collected the thick stack of books and plopped them onto 'your' table.

Richie: "Here you go Princess"

Y/n: "thanks"

As Carmy and Richie walked back into the kitchen, leaving you to your devices,

Richie: "Why don't you get her a Ipad? keep her entertained for hours no complaints"

Carmy: "I'd rather skin myself, now fuck off and get me some Borchetta, this is off"

pt 2? Need ideas.

[redwolfstabs]

Don’t fall for Billy Loomis.

"Don't fall for Billy Loomis and his dark brown eyes. They're endless pits and you'll lose yourself forever." Stu snickers as he reads a note he picked up from the ground, he's laughing and everyone around him is too. "Oouh! Looks like we have a poet in here!" Stu lifts the paper and flaps it above him, looking around him. Some girls are giggling along, some guys are searching for more notes, and Billy, in the back of the class, is slouched in his chair. His arms are crossed and he's not smiling, the light in his eyes is gone. Stu steps down from his chair and bows down to everyone, they clap at his little show. He walks over to his best friend, handing him the folded paper. "Wasn't that cute?" Stu smiled and waited for Billy to take the paper. Billy doesn't show interest in it, he even doesn't lift a finger, he looks up at Stu and shrugs. "I could care less." That's what Billy said, Stu believed it, oh man he did.

Don’t fall for Billy Loomis. "Don't fall for Billy Loomis and his dark brown eyes. They're endless pits and they'll eat you alive." Stu repeats his own note and stares off at his walls while the music around him consumes him, everyone is quick to party, drink, whatever. Stu could join in the fun but no, he's moping and groaning. If he had to daydream, why couldn't he have thought about Tatum or Casey? That's because the universe he thought was in his favor... was actually in Billy's.

"Stu!" A hand lands on his shoulder and his eyes look at the person's nails and run up their arm, meeting their face. Billy, the devil himself. "Let's go drink in your room. I have to tell you something!" Billy says his words runny like eggs, his words feel delayed. Stu complies, like always, and stands up. He watches Billy tread through the crowd of people and through his own home, maybe one day he could call it their home.

"What's up?" Stu grins and closes the door behind them, Billy takes his spot on Stu's bed and smiles. He brings the tip of the beer bottle to his mouth, Stu feels a pit in his chest form. He should be used to the feeling, be numb to it now but every time it comes back it's stronger. "Remember that note? Sid, Sidney Prescott wrote it. We're dating."

"Oh. Oh! Really? That's great man!" That's what Stu said, he hoped Billy believed it. He's sure he did.

Don’t fall for Billy Loomis. "Don't fall for Billy Loomis, everyone he loves is on the list to die." Tatum mumbles to Stu, she rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. "More like if you're in the Prescott family anyway. He's like... a bad luck charm." Stu stares at her... and smiles. "Nah, things tend to go his way." Stu hugs her waist and walks her to his car. "Oh! So he wanted for Sid's mom to die?" Tatum says playfully, he opens the door for her and she sits down. "You know what I mean." Stu kisses her forehead. "Do I?" "Oh, you will." (THIS WAS MID BUT AHHH FUN WRITING YAYAYYAY)

Dear mysterious anon

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@fantasylandbitch BETHY DEAREST, COME READ THIS

[mamaladeskies]

Dear Door: I'll Need My Eyes Cleansed

I want to start by saying I have never seen that many dicks before in my entire life. I am in a state of shock. Yes, I'm an adult.

I've found myself getting into boys love manhwa and it's been good so far. I chanced upon Dear Door by Pluto and what caught my eye was the suggestive cover and Cain's brown skin, so of course I was going to read it.

After 152 chapters (I'm taking a break from the dicks) I am confident that this was PWP, porn with plot. A good plot. I sacrificed sleep a couple times to find out what was at the end of each twist and turn.

At first I'd halted my reading to continue with Painter of the Night because for the first few chapters the story seemed chopped in some places; like when Kyunjoon would say he's feeling pain, we wouldn't know why but it would be alluded to that something had happened. I kept wondering if I'd skipped a panel or something.

A Tiktok I saw of Cain and Kyunjoon's babies drew me back to the story. They were very cute. It motivated me to continue and once I got into it, I couldn't stop. Painter of the Night got forgotten, my personal project got forgotten, my sleep became an afterthought. At work, what got me through the day was remembering Cain and Kyunjoon were waiting for me.

I enjoyed their relationship, even when other couples were introduced I didn't feel an urge to jump ship. They had an opposites attract thing going on where they complemented each other, they communicated their feelings(mostly), they enjoyed each other's company, Cain teasing Kyunjoon was adorable and Cain is 101% dedicated to Kyunjoon and so was Kyunjoon... It was just cute.

Dear Door had that thing I like where when the demon starts to fall in love, his heart starts to feel funny and he's confused at what his body is doing.

The plot of demons using humans as doors to hell meant we got an unhealthy number of sex scenes, with no lightsabers. Pluto did not censor anything and even magnified the sex scenes, such that we'd get multiple close ups from like different angles going on and on for almost half the chapter. The first time I saw it, the uncensored parts, I thought my sleep depraved self was imagining things. It had started out pretty mild and then everything was in my face, multiple times. Whew.

Let's just say the characters got into some kinky stuff along the way, Azaniel, bless him, was very curious and unashamed about it.

The true strength of this story was the fast pace, I never got bored, and how the characters were written and the dynamics between them. Sid was an interesting character, his yearning for love was truly pitiful. Understanding why Cain was playful and nice for a demon Lord was satisfying. Aaron's story was melodramatic. But, Satan could have been more diabolical, more scary... Just more.

Jinyoung was a victim. He truly suffered, I kept wondering how he's not the main character with how much he was suffering. It was sad, but he got a satisfying ending.

Something I can't let go of, is what the hell happened to Kyunjoon being a police officer? Did he quit? Was he fired? What happened there?

The beautiful art distracted me from any gaping holes in the story. The characters were beautifully designed and the colours were stunning. My favourite character design was Cain, in human and full demon form, then Ben in his mutt form then Aaron, I love his scars. Satan gets an honourable mention because of the red eyes.

And of course the babies. Look!

And here is Cain. The floppy ears are so cute and I didn't expect I'd come to like the fangs but I am obsessed. Also, his blonde eyelashes... Uwu. I think I want to see more interspecies and how different artists portray them.

And then some drawings just made me laugh. Oh that's the other thing, I had a few laugh out loud moments and that's always a win.

Even the smut was masterfully drawn. I'll be honest and add the size difference between Cain and Kyunjoon threw me off a bit. I once saw on Reddit that bls tend to do this, however experiencing it with your own two eyes is something else. I want to know what inspired this.

In the end, I had fun. Though I'm kinda worried I won't find something else with beautiful illustrations + cute couple + action packed.

I'm thinking On a Leash next, I heard it's toxic so of course you'll find me at the scene of the crime.

[ezra-trait]

forr the ask game: 49 + 33 + 16 + 7

hi, my dear robinson 🫡

49. what does your last text say?

thiss, i was talking about like an internship program: "lo q me cae mal. es q quiere q vaya 5? meses. cuando podría terminar en 2 meses y medio" — trans: "what i don't like. is that he wants me to go in for like 5? months. when i could finish in 2 months and a half"

33. do you sleep with your door open or closed?

closed! since like forever, i don't like hearing any outside-my-room noises.

16. want any tattoos? what of?

yess. stuff like random quotes/words, with cute typography design ofc. i also really like neotribal and cybersigilism. i would probably get some anime/videogame related stuff as well.

anyway these are some latine artists i really enjoy, mwah:

belmar / dani tinajero / fernando maleta / sid / estéfana / gazlau

7. what’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with?

usually one, if it's too cold then three. bc i kinda hate getting under my comforter 🙁

→ ask game

[eljeebee]

"Something wrong, Mace?" Sophia asked Mason, when she noticed Mason chewing in discomfort. She sat adjacent to him. "Aren't you cold?" She asked, seeing him in his swimming trunks.

"Mama, hey," Mason looked at him, nibbling his snack. "I'm feeling one of my teeth is loose. Grrr."

"Here, let me see," Sophia reached, hands softly holding his chin.

Mason opened his mouth when he was done chewing. His tongue moved the tooth that was wiggling.

"Does it hurt?" Sophia asked, tutting.

"Not really, just uncomfy," Mason said, going back to his snack when Sophia removed her hand. "Besides, if this go loose, I might grow a fang! Hiiissssss!"

Sophia let out a boisterous laugh.

Sophia saw their LinZ speaker lit up, notifying that someone is by their door.

Jason had went home, and greeted her with a suave kiss on her hand.

"Howdy, my lovely wife," Jason smooched her hand, bending down.

Sophia lovingly giggled with a roll of her eyes. "My day is made with your kiss, dear husband."

"I'm glad to hear it," Jason stood straight, then kissed her cheek. "Now, if you'll excuse me, the Simzlink technician is coming soon to do installation for our internet."

The door opened, and in came Louie and Sid.

"Hi, Mama," Louie greeted.

"Hello!" Sid said, giving Sophia an embrace.

"We met the Vanderburgs at school," Louie said, as Sophia guided them to the dining table, getting them dinner.

"How are they?"

"DID SOMEONE SAY THE VANDERBURGS!!!!" From across the room, Mason stood in front of the back porch door. He had just finished swimming. He sprints to the dining table, taking a seat. He pats the seat beside him, saying, "Come come come come, tell me aaaaaallll about it."

"How about you wear some shirt, young man?" Sophia said.

"No, Mama, this is important," Mason sassily waved his hand. Sid let out a laugh.

"So," Mason said. "How are they? How do you feel beside them?"

"Julie is such a delight to talk with," Sid said, taking a bite. "She told me about her life, and from that I think she's pretty lonely. She told me on every she school she attends, no one had really talked to her as a friend. They would, but if only they need something, or in group projects. But outside of class? No one really talks to her or her brother."

"That's quite lonely," Sophia noted.

"Did you know? Her mom paid the school to keep everyone quiet. She doesn't want Julie and Seamus get hurt especially by the paparazzi. Maybe that's also the reason people won't talk to her," Sid added.

"That's kinda cool," Mason said.

"It is," Sophia nodded, adding, "it's for their safety, considering that they're still royal children, but let's not ignore the fact that it affects their socialization. They're still kids, you know."

"Right," Sid agreed.

"You managed to talk to her?" Louie huffed after gulping down his food. "I tried befriending her twin brother, but he only gives me nasty looks. He's a walking sass."

Sid laughed. "Julie told me about her brother. She told me he's just protective, especially that he's the only guy in their family."

"Ooh," Sophia hummed. "Her brother probably feels responsible over his family's safety. What a sweet child."

"Anyway," Sid continued eating. "She invited me and Louie over for a formal dinner."

"DINNER?!" Mason and Louie exclaimed in unison.

The Simzlink technician and Jason looked at them in surprise. Sophia waved, "Sorry, sorry. Please continue."

"Yes," Sid nodded, holding back a laugh. "If you'll allow us, Auntie."

"I don't mind," Sophia thought for a moment. "I need to think of what you'll bring to the dinner, though."

"I'll help," Sid said.

"Oooohhh, can I come please!!" Mason begged.

Sophia raised a brow at him. "Mason," she warned. "They were invited. Let's respect their invitation. If they extended the invite to us, we can."

Mason pouted, "Okay..."

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[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Another demon nobels au please? <3

((Hello there anon dear, hope your well tonight. Another one? I think I can write something up. Just give me a second. Oh, and Ink and others belong to @demon-blood-youths and Matt with the lovely horrors belong to @lovelyxhorrors that is a side blog for demon mun. :3))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

"So it's true then huh? Everyone is getting engaged or what they were saying?" Matt Knack, the heir of his own kingdom looks to his own devil Chernoborg, a devil of the darkness.

"Yes. From what Vanity has been saying, most of the devils are seeing their heirs finding a mate. I figure since it's been happening it seems that news came here too." He was looking out at his own land but he knew his followers were moving about guarding it. Of course Matt crosses his arms wondering about it but he was hearing this from Sid who told him the same.

"Hmmmm.....though, what that has to do with us? Unless, this involves us too?" he asked.

"Matt...because your my heir of course this involves you and your fraction. You all need to either find someone to be mates with. I won't find one for you as the others won't. This is on your own of course." he explains but Matt blinks to think a bit about it. Finding a mate huh? That should be something.

"I guess it shouldn't be too hard to find a mate like that around here. Or maybe not." he said with a shrug but Chernoborg looks to him. "Because I should be fine already having one." he smiled that the devil blinks.

"Hold on; you already have found a mate and you didn't say anything?" He asked.

"Uhhh yeah? I mean, I already knew him but we been knowing one another for a while now. In fact, I already invited him to the kingdom so you can meet him."

"..Him? Wait, so it's a male?"

"Yep!" Matt smiled.

"I figured it was going to be a female.." he mutters.

"Nope, male but we hit pretty well together. I think you'll like him." Matt said with his devil silent.

"..Wait, when did you...you know what? Nevermind. Who is-"

"You'll see......" Matt said to make his devil blink. Before asking, the doors open showing two guards but someone was walking inside while looking ahead. However, he was looking quiet while he was having his eyes forward. Chernoborg blinks seeing a male there but he was wearing a black coat, and it seems to have some sort of monster showing from it. He was not expecting to see another so quickly for Matt but the other walks up as Matt smiled wrapping a arm around his waist.

"Chernoborg, this is Ryunosuke Akutagawa, my fiance and future mate."

"...Nice to meet you."

"........Ummm..." He was not expecting this! How the hell did Matt find a mate already and so quick?! He didn't even know how but maybe he shouldn't question it.

"It's nice to meet you. I was not expecting Matt to find a fiance so quickly...." he said.

"I wasn't either but when hearing that Ink and the others were finding mates I Figure why not? He's perfect for me!" He smiled even with Ryunosuke looks to him but smiled while having his eyes look to him.

"That was because I wasn't expecting you to ask for my hand to be your fiance." Ryu said hearing Matt laugh.

"Yeah but hey, I did love surprising you even when you lease expect it." he adds that Ryu laughed to hear that.

"True..you always said you did love surprising me.." Ryu said.

"Hmmm...okay, I guess this means your alright but what of your team? You know they have to find mates soon too Matt. Did you tell them about this?" he said.

"Sid did but they will find someone. I know they will. But if not, that's fine too. I'm sure it's not too bad even so." He said. "Anyway, come on Ryu let me show you around." he said walking with Ryu as they leave the main throne room. Chrnoborg blinks being alone after they leave through the doors but he sighed shaking his head.

".....Why am I not surprised...but good for him though. Now I don't have to worry about finding suitors later for him." he said but going to take a seat. Though, he wonders of the other members.

~~~~~~~~Meanwhile~~~~~~~~~

"Wait, you were going to give us what?" Bakugo blinks to look at Vanity who was speaking with Ink's six claws or Fiances as they were having a little conversation with him.

"You heard me. Because you six are going to be my daughter's husbands and knights I figure I give you something for the occasion. So, I'm giving you each of your own dragon that suits you.." he said showing six Wyverns that was sitting or laying on the ground. They seem to be strong flyers but they were going to be the six claws dragons.

"Woah, woah, woah, your giving us our own dragon?" Izuku asked seeing Vanity nod.

"Yes. If you wish to keep being with my daughter, then that means you have to prove that you can keep her safe and...keep a eye on her. I will warn you, Ink is....*Sighs* Ink. She can be a little hardheaded but for a good reason." he said with Duke knowing it's true. Ink's heart was always in the right place. Even if she tends to get in trouble form time to time.

"So...how do we know which is which?" Atsushi asked trying not to be rude.

"No worries. Each one has been armed with armor of your color. Or a theme of your own. These six will be loyal to you and be by your side forever of all time." he said as the six looks seeing the six Wyverns coming over. Each one did go to one of the six claws but they did see some sort of theme or color theme to their dark blue dragon scales. Yeah, it was not hard to tell who was who's.

"I see. Well, as her six claws, we will do just that, Vanity." Ren said as the other five nod. Vanity sighed but nods back.

"Good. And I see that the fitting of your royal outfits are done for the wedding?" he said.

"Yeah, we were just coming out from that." Rin said petting his own Wyvern on the snout who nuzzled against him back. "But we heard Ink was still doing her own fitting." he said.

".....Oh dear...." As Vanity said a huge explosion was heard making the six claws blinks to stagger.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?" Denji said but Vanity sighed.

"That..might be Ink.." he sweatdrops.

~~~~~~~~Meanwhile~~~~~~~

The DBT sweatdrops seeing that but hearing some shouting and things breaking in the fitting room. They were told that she was being fitted in her wedding dress. Though, it didn't go as planned.

"Do you think we should go and try to calm her down?" Ophelia said worried hearing something else breaking.

"...I don't think we should.." Maggie said.

"INK WILL YOU STOP BURNING EVERYTHING! VANITY TOLD US TO GET YOU FITTED IN YOUR DRESS NOW STOP THIS!" one follower said.

"NEVER! I'M NOT WEARING THAT!! I GET IT'S A WEDDING BUT I'M NOT WEARING A WEDDING DRESS! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!!" she shouted back.

"YOU NEED TO SEE IF IT FITS NOW GET OVER HERE-NO DON'T BURN THE OTHER DRESSES!!"

"STAY BACK! STAY BACK OR I'LL REALLY DO IT! I WILL NOT WEAR SUCH A THING!!"

The DBT blinks but heard this looking to the door. Inside, Ink was surrounded by some followers who was trying to get her in the dress to try it on but she was rather difficult not wanting to.

"Van Ink the Dragon! You are a heir to the Vanity house! Stop behaving like a child and just try the dress on!" he said showing a royal gown that was of the Vanity house.

"NO! DX"

"*Sighs* Ink-"

"I"m NOT wearing it! I'm not going to wear a dress! I rather wear jeans or a shirt! You can't make me!!" she said swinging her greatsword but the followers duck a blue flame as it sets some things on fire.

"OH NOT AGAIN! SOMEONE PUT THAT OUT!" One said seeing them trying to do that.

"Ink.."

"You have to wear this for your wedding! You know that and it's for the Vanity house!" He said looking at Ink but she glares back at the other. Or at least one of the royal adviser who was trying to make this go smoothly.

"........."

"Now, if you just calm down, we can try this and get it over with-"

"I'm not wearing it. -_-" she said.

"Ughhhhhhh........"

"I rather be doing something else than wear that. You'll never make me wear it! NEVER!" she screams but that's when the guards quickly grabs Ink who struggles. "HEY!"

"That's it! You are going to wear this and try it out! You'll look adorable in it!" He said showing the dress.

"NO! GET THAT AWAY FROM ME!! I'LL BURN IT IF YOU GET NEAR ME WITH IT!"

"You know the dress is flame proof. Knowing you, you would have burned it to ashes....now.." He saw some other guards but female dragons as they look to Ink who tenses up.

"......Ummmm Hi?" she said with a sweatdrop.

"..Ladies?" he saw them walk over but grabs Ink to drag her behind a screen and started changing her.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

Outside, the DBT tenses hearing the shouting but they sweatdrop. Either she was in the dress or she was still fighting for her life. Yeah, this was a lot for Ink but at least she would be done..in a few hours.

"..I'm sure whatever she's wearing for the wedding will be lovely. Though, I figure she won't be happy wearing it for a moment or so." Hellmare thinks a little but the others looks to her.

"I see why some of you were disappearing after. You guys went through that too?" Navarro asked.

"We did.." Jaron, Rust, and Shdwkyz said at the same time with a deadpanned expression.

"It was a long fitting but they said it was needed for that reason. Heck, the ones we are engaged to went through the same thing." Rust said after.

"...Geez..." Navarro sweatdrops but heard Ink shouting when they were fixing something.

"OW! WATCH WHERE YOU STICKING THAT PIN!"

"WILL YOU HOLD STILL INK!?!?" The royal advisor said seeing the females dressing and fitting her in the dress. That's when the Six claws show up hearing the noise but looks to the DBT.

"..Let me guess, Ink is getting her fitting of the wedding dress?" Ren asked.

"Yep."

"Not going as planned is it?" Rin said.

"Nope." they said hearing more shouting from Ink. Yeah, this was going to be a while but it wasn't too long. Right?

[georgieluz]

it's the final countdown liveblog do doo doo

i don't know how i made it through but i did!! i may be a grieving husband of two right now but i'm here

i freaking knew he didn't send those letters to vera!!!!!! there were all those little hints that he was writing them as a way of processing everything they were seeing and as soon as she answered the door i knew they hadn't been corresponding for years like that

maybe it's bc he hasn't been around for a few episodes but i liked leckie in this one, didn't annoy me in the slightest and was even quite charming in a few moments. also his parents quiet dismissiveness of his existence felt incredibly relatable for me

SIDNEY MET HIM FROM THE TRAIN!!!!!! MY SWEET BLONDE CHERUB I MISSED YOU, ALSO WHY DO YOU NOW LOOK LIKE YOU'VE AGED 20 YEARS AND WORK IN INSURANCE ??? that suit is a no no

gene's father sitting outside his door whilst he's having nightmare i'm a fucking mess

and oh my god please don't make him ever shoot anything ever again

LECKIE MARRIED VERA!!

GOOD FOR HIM!!

DEAR VERA!!

"bill hoosier smith survived the wounds he suffered on peleliu" OH HOW NICE OF YOU TO FINALLY TELL US (look i know i'm annoying and won't shut up about this but i swear hbo did this to spite me)

but ahhhh i'm so happy that leckie, hoosier, chuckler and runner all stayed close friends until their deaths or at least chuckler stayed close to them all, it didn't really specify if the rest did but probably?

"sledgehammer served as a pallbearer for snafu's funeral in 1993" i shall quietly tear up in the corner

most surprising thing about the title cards at the end revealing what happened to everyone is that i was doing okay until they showed who the real burgie was and then i started crying out of no where. he was my favourite of the men in the introduction parts.. ohhh i love him i am Emotional i am A Mess

AND THEN SIDNEY CAME ALONG AND THERE'S MY OTHER FAVOURITE OLD MAN <3333 OHHH LOOK AT THEM!!!! REAL LIFE SID HAS THE SWEETEST SMILE EVER I WANT TO HUG HIM

AND HE AND EUGENE STAYED BEST FRIENDS THEIR WHOLE LIVES OH I WILL CRY MYSELF A RIVER AT THIS RATE

i wish they showed us more clips at the end of them talking now that we know who they are because i think that would have been so nice but i'll just go back and watch the intros again at some point

and i guess that brings us to the end of the final liveblog of the final episode of the pacific! i did it!

i still miss ack ack with my entire heart and soul tho i'll never get over it so i currently regret all of my life choices and would like a refund

[johannstutt413]

“Doctor!” As he was rounding a corner on the way to a meeting, the Doctor was blindsided by a powerful force and swept off his feet into the arms of an Acahuallan. “I’m back.”

He wheezed in her ear. “Welcome… back…”

“Oops, my bad. Here.” The Invincible Gavial set her dear friend back on his feet.

“Th-thanks,” he sputtered, coughing before finally getting a chance to catch his breath. Once he had, though, the Doctor immediately went back for a second hug. “How’s the new kit?”

The Archosaurian grinned from ear to ear. “Still a Medic at heart, but Zumama’s axe is pretty great. Couldn’t have cut that tunnel outta that rock with my staff, that’s for sure.”

“You couldn’t what.” He hadn’t seen the reports yet.

“I’m sure someone wrote it down.” She glanced around the hall. “Are you busy right now?”

The Doctor grimaced. “I’ve got a meeting, actually. After that, though?”

“Yeah… Yeah, it’s nothing urgent, I guess. I’ll drop by your office later.”

“Sounds great.” Gavial let go of him, but as he walked past, he couldn’t help but notice something. “Hey, Gav, did your tail-”

*SMACK* As if on cue, it slapped the ground. “Did my tail what?”

“Neeeeevermind.” He chuckled to himself as he continued his walk. Still a pet peeve of hers, it seemed.

The meeting went surprisingly fast, but rather than take a leisurely stroll back to his office, he hurried through the halls on the off chance that Gavial was waiting for him.

“Huh.” She was. “That was quick. Went to check on my patients, but they all got reassigned while I was out.”

The Doctor frowned as he closed the door behind him. “Really? Nothing serious, I hope?”

“I think they just thought it was a convenient time to be switched. Speaking of, how are you doing? Haven’t been here to give you a physical for a while.” The Acahuallan slapped the couch cushion next to hers.

“Sid and Hibiscus are trying to turn me into an athlete,” he replied, wincing as his shoulder reminded him of that morning’s workout, “but other than that, no major concerns… It really did get thicker-”

The Invincible groaned as her tail smacked the armrest it was draped over. “I need to carry my staff with something, and I’ve only got two hands. Doesn’t mean I want it getting thick.”

“What’s wrong with a thick tail?” They’d have this conversation before; it always made him laugh how flustered she got about it.

“I- we can do this later.” She shook her head. “There’s something serious I need to ask you.”

He straightened his back, making it crack, to reflect the new mood. “Something serious, huh?”

“Yeah. I… shit, I told myself it’d be hard to say, but I thought I’d still have the words to say it, at least.”

“Take your time.” She didn’t say anything for a while, so the Doctor continued. “Did something happen while you were out there?”

Gavial leaned back. “No, I’ve had this on my mind for a while, just didn’t make sense to bring it up before.”

“Really?” He had no idea what she was worrying over, then.

“I’m going back out into the field as a Guard rather than a Medic because Dr. Kal’tsit said a Medic shouldn’t be beating the shit out of people, and she’s got a point.” The Acahuallan glanced at her weapons resting against the office wall. “Thing is, most of my patients are already scared of me, and I don’t think waving Zumama’s ax and chainsaw around is gonna help with that… I don’t scare you, too, do I?”

He stared at her. “I’m not scared you’re going to hurt me, no.”

“Good.” The physician sighed with a smile.

“You do scare me, though.” The smile immediately disappeared. “I know you always reassure people that you know your body best, that despite your COA having risen over the past year even with all the precautions and treatments you’re still fit for the field, but every day I worry that it might be the last I get to see you. Now that you’re gonna be on the frontlines on Kal’tsit’s orders…”

The Invincible had never looked more vulnerable as she gently slid an arm around his shoulders. “I’m not gonna die out there, Doctor. Not while you’re still around.”

“You’ll always come back to me?”

“Yeah.” She rubbed her eye with her free hand. “Shit, why’d you have to go and say it like that?”

The Doctor wiped a tear from his face. “Sorry, I just remembered that one time you were in the ICU. I cried myself to sleep that night, you know.”

“...No, I didn’t know that.” Gavial slid closer.

“Even just the idea of you-” In the blink of an eye, he went from sitting on the couch to being gator-rolled into position; when the world wasn’t spinning anymore, he was lying on top of the Acahuallan, his head gently cradled against her neck. “I- How did you-”

She flipped back his hood to start stroking the back of his head. “If it works on a deer, it works on my dearest friend.”

“‘I’m your ‘dearest’ friend…” The thought almost made him feverish.

“The road’s not so lonely anymore, but there’s no one I wanna walk it with than you.” Her head turned, leaving her lips millimeters from his forehead. “I still haven’t gotten used to the air conditioning in this place.”

Oh really? “...Is that really the best you got?”

“The best ‘what?’”

“You’re friends with Tomimi,” the Doctor snickered, “I thought your pickup lines would be better.”

Gavial snorted. “Right, because hers worked so well on me. Why would I need a line, anyway?”

“I guess you’re right. All you’d have to do is ask….” He looked at her expectantly.

“...” The Invincible didn’t look nearly as tough blushing like that. “Wait, you actually wanna-”

He groaned. “Yes! Yes. That’s one-hundred percent how I thought this was going.”

"Son of a bitch. Alright, come on." The Acahuallan managed to get to her feet without unentangling herself from the Doctor. "I'm not risking your back on this stupid couch."