#Soul selling

[the-radio-demon-blog]

i will give u my soul in exchange for a good night kiss :3

Alastor gives them a curious look, "By a goodnight kiss, I assume you mean like a little peck on your forehead?"

[forestshadow-wolf]

Soap keeps damning his soul to hell and demon!ghost for some reason keeps taking pity on him, and setting his soul free.

Finally after soap damns himself to hell one too many times for yet another scumbag who didn't deserve it, ghost drags soap's consciousness to meet him.

It's weird. When soap's consciousness "wakes up" or rather becomes aware. He's somehow nowhere and everywhere. It's both light and dark. And wherever he is terrifyingly unfamiliar and yet it's like he knows is like, well he'd say the back of his hand, but his body somehow does and does not exist. Soap's been here he thinks (his soap knows this very well but his consciousness doesn't)

And somewhere theres a voice, somehow shouded in shadow, which is odd because it's not a voice more like a concept, an idea. And there is no light or dark, and thus no shadows. "Why do you keep returning to me?"

Soap simultaneously does and doesn't look, took curious not too and too afraid to do so, "i don't know." He anti-thinks(?)

"You do not deserve their damnation" It's somehow peaceful and fulled with torture screams here and painful quiet. "Why do you return?"

"I don't know." He does though, doesn't he?

"You refuse to save your own self, but choose others undeserving of such mercy." It's everywhere and nowhere. "Why do you return?"

"I don't know?" But he does. The truth makes itself known but doesn't flourish into fruition like the other thoughts. It ... hangs there. Fooating, suspended, waiting.

"There is always a reason." The voice comes again. "Why do you return.

"I don't know." He latches onto the truth and he knows. The truth explodes out, all encompassing, and yet easy to contain.

"Why do you return?"

"To come home."

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I don't even know if this makes sense. Someone else feel free to pick this up, it was just a random thought I had but... idk

[nerdytreeflower]

Pera Palace Edits. We don't have enough of them.

And I have a proposition.

Whichever editor who is capable, you make a Pera Palace edit with the song 'Like A Prayer'- specifically the Deadpool & Wolverine version of which many fantastic edits are made- my soul is yours.

Please and Thank you.

[lildoodlenoodle]

Midwestern Gothic SPN: Keeping Up With The Economy

[nessiesspeakeasy]

Pact Full of Love (Part 1)

Odette is at her wit's end and the end of her rope with being a single parent of three. The only thing left to do is crawl back to her abusive ex… Or summon a demon.

Rated Mature (for later chapters), Female/Female, Demon female/ human female, contracts, soul selling, single mom, three kids, past abusive relationship, abusive ex husband, slow burn probably.

Submitted for Pride Month. You can read this on my AO3.

Her children were finally in bed, though Odette’s mind wandered to Luka, who had been extra fussy after dinner. She bit her lip and continued. She had far surpassed desperation weeks ago. Now she was willing to try anything, especially once the intrusive thoughts of going back to her ex had silently peaked into her mind. It had horrified her so much that she sought help with a very dark magic. She’d found a summoning spell with enough research, though it had taken a long time since, along with her three children, she was the owner of a bakery and free time was not something she had.

With all the kids finally asleep and all ingredients acquired, she was finally free to begin the spell. It was complicated, but by the end, it looked exactly the same as the picture. As long as the picture was accurate, the summoning would work that she’d set up in her walk-in closet. It was large enough and she could lock the door. It was mostly empty since her ex had demanded most of the space for his work suits. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes tightly as she pressed the dollar value knife she’d bought just for this. She wasn’t going to use a knife she used to cut food up for her kids.

As the drops of blood hit the chalk outline, the lights switched off, leaving everything in darkness. She stumbled backward, startled. Seconds later, she felt the whoosh! of air on her face, as though something had tried to grab her, but had missed. She clapped her hand over her mouth so she didn’t gasp too loudly.

Deep red and purple light illuminated a being ten feet taller than her, warping the size of the closet. She could see the outline of muscles, scrawled writing along the body, horns that twisted around the head and large breasts. The demon’s four eyes glowed white. “Why have you summoned me?” Her voice echoed inside Odette’s head.

She swallowed and tried to speak.

“Mom!?”

Odette gasped. “I’ll be right back.” She felt for the closet door and opened it just enough for her to slip out. Her oldest, Haisley, was waiting for her. 

She frowned. “Why were you in there?”

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart, what do you need?”

“I can’t sleep.”

She sighed. “Right, well-”

“Mom?” Her middle child was at the doorway. “Luka threw up.”

Odette sighed. “Right.”

It was almost two hours later when all her kids were finally asleep again. She was wiped, numb, and bitter. She really needed help.

She let out a loud groan when she remembered the demon in her closet. She couldn’t even believe that was a thought she was having. Slowly, she left the bed and went to the door. As she slipped back in, there was no darkness and no imposing figure. The lights were on and the large female demon was sitting in the circle and looking at all of Odette’s clothes. There wasn’t much there since ninety percent were in laundry limbo and she’d purged it of all the items her ex had demanded she wear. It all made the closet look even more empty.

“I’m so sorry!” She smiled apologetically.

The demon’s voice was monotone and lacking any emotion. “I have never been kept waiting that long once I have been summoned.” She looked at Odette, her white, glowing eyes looking over her very slowly and very openly. 

Odette fidgeted, the scrutiny too much.

“I would consider it an apology if you wore this, though.” She pointed to her most skimpy lingerie.

Odette’s cheeks turned hot and she stammered. “I’m- I’m not here for- for sex…”

The demon looked even more bored. “Pity, you would look sexy all messed up under me. You are hiding a gorgeous body.”

She adjusted her shirt in response to keep it perfectly placed. “Ah- anyway…”

The demon sighed. “What is the pact you wanted to make, then?”

It felt too hard now to say. Her throat was thick as she said the words. “It’s not a fancy pact… I just need help… With my children.”

The demon’s brow quirked. “You want to get rid of them?”

“What!? Of course not! I need help… Raising them…”

All four eyes scrutinized Oddette even more. “You summoned a demon to be a nanny?”

“I’m sorry it’s not glamorous. I just…” She took a deep breath. “I don’t need help for that long, so you won’t be miserable forever. I just need to get caught up and in a place where I don’t need help.”

She stared at Odette. “Children are not my forte.”

“I’m sorry, it should only be six months. You don’t have to like them or care about them, I just need you to be nice to them and care for them a few hours every day. That will free me up to catch up around the house.”

The demon stared at her. “You are actually serious.” There was a pause as her monotonous voice changed, sounding slightly more intrigued. “You are so desperate, you want to make a pact with a demon just to have a babysitter?”

She hesitated, gathering herself. “Listen… You’re only going to be here for six months, it won’t matter what my reasons are… It just needs to get done.”

The demon’s brow rose. “How practical. Most humans have more romantic expectations.”

Odette scoffed, the bitterness slipping out. “Romance is dead. Will you accept the pact?”

She stared at Odette for a long time. “We have not drawn up a contract.”

“I meant is the offer something you want to do? If it is, we’ll draw up a contract.”

“That is not how it works.”

That made her frown. “Why not? I can just send you back, right? If you don’t want to do it, I won’t force you. I can find someone else.”

That stare was pointed at her again. “Interesting. You know the price is always the same, no matter the request?”

Odette nodded. “I figured. That’s why I’d ask for it to be paid after my youngest is an adult.”

“You’re asking for an exchange of six months for your soul? That doesn’t seem too bright.”

“I could ask you to stay for a year? Would that make it more appropriate?”

To that, the demon laughed. It was sultry and mocking. “It would be appropriate if I stayed with you the whole time until our contract ended.”

“Oh… But you don’t like children. That seems like torture. I couldn’t ask you to do that. Six months is fine.”

She stared at Odette for a long time before speaking. “I will take your offer.”

Odette’s eyes widened. “You will?”

“Yes, but it is late and you look too tired to draw up a contract. I will do it and we can discuss it tomorrow.”

“Are you sure? Thank you for being so patient. Do you want to leave and I can summon you again?”

“I will wait here. Go sleep.”

Odette frowned. “Are you sure?”

“I would not have said it if I did not mean it. Go.”

Nodding, Odette left. She fell on her bed and sighed heavily at the time. It was past one-thirty in the morning. She’d be up in only four hours. Tears of frustration fell from her eyes and she cried quietly so the demon wouldn’t hear.

~~~~~

The demon was sitting in the circle when Odette met her after getting her kids breakfast. She was hoping she'd be able to find something in there that she could wear. It was a repetitive habit that always yielded the same, barren results.

The demon stared at her in such an intense way, Odette felt naked. She moved past the demon and pretended to occupy her time with sorting through the five shirts she had left.

“You cried.”

Damn. She shrugged and focused on her task. “I’m human?” It was a minimal-effort answer.

The demon was quiet.

“What’s your name?” Odette asked. “I realized I totally forgot to ask and that was really rude of me.”

“You were exhausted. Is that why you cried?”

She sighed. “Among other things, yes.” She turned her attention back to her clothes. She only had button down shirts which she never wore anymore. Her body had gotten too soft and her curves had changed too much for them to fit properly now. 

“I think you would look nice in one of those.” The demon assessed correctly, pointing to a rich, green one.

Odette scoffed. “They don’t sit right anymore, they pop open across my chest and now my stomach. I haven’t been able to get rid of all the weight I gained from the kids.” It was one of the things her husband had said had made her unattractive. Along with how she’d stopped dressing fashionably.

She picked her largest one.

“It seems you need new shirts, then.”

She shrugged. “Yeah, but I have no time and I could never justify the cost when the kids need things.”

“You have needs, too.”

She waved the comment away. “That’s what the years after they’re grown are for.” She laughed then, glancing at the demon. “Well, what they were supposed to be for.”

“Why did you not get a nanny or a babysitter?”

The question made her hesitate. She didn’t know what to divulge and what to withhold, so she went for the vague truth. “None were available.”

The demon stared. “I see.”

Somehow, it felt like she knew Odette was lying. She smiled apologetically. “I have to get my oldest off to school, but when I get back we can do the contract.”

“I doubt it.”

Odette blinked. “What?”

“I will wait until you get back, but if you start to get busy, we will need to do something temporarily until we can get the contract fully fleshed out.”

“Oh, alright.”

She felt wiped after dropping Haisley off at school. She set Luka in his bouncer and turned on cartoons for Walter. She knew he would ignore them and go outside, but she set down a snack for him. She poured herself some coffee and went to her closet, sitting on the floor against the door, so Walter wouldn’t just walk in. The buttons were tight across her stomach, but didn’t look too noticeable since she’d found a tank-top to go underneath it. She’d left the top ones undone, not even wanting to stress about it.

The demon raised an eyebrow. “Contracts can take a while.”

“I have an hour at best.” She sipped her coffee. “I did make a list of things before I summoned you. Whoever I summoned is not allowed to harm my kids or let harm come to them if possible. Basically can’t manipulate or let something or someone else harm them. Accidents happen, so I get it, but there can’t be any malicious intent behind it from the demon.”

“We will work on the wording, but I understand your intent.”

“The main job would be to care for them, feed them, get them to sleep, take them on outings every once in a while. Don’t be rude or mean to them…”

“No baths?”

“Oh… I figured you wouldn’t want to do that.”

“It is part of caring for them, it will be part of the tasks.”

“Okay…” She looked through her notes. “That’s… Really about it… Just take care of them for a selected amount of time each day.”

The demon frowned. “How many hours a day?”

A heavy sigh left her before she could stop it. “I’d just be happy with four hours.”

“Four hours a day for six months in exchange for your soul.”

Odette paused, guilt coursing through her. “Is that too much? I could get by with three hours for four months-”

The demon put her hand up. “No. I will not accept less than five years and I will live in your home for that amount of time and do my duties the whole time.”

She felt her throat tighten as tears stung her eyes. She swallowed and took a calming breath before shaking her head. “I couldn’t ask that of you.”

She looked pointedly at Odette. “You are giving me your soul. You should be asking me to keep your house spotless and give you all the pleasures. I know I would like that last part.”

Her cheeks heated. “But it��s my house and my things, you shouldn’t be forced to clean my mess!”

For the first time, the demon had emotion behind her words. She sounded frustrated even though her speech was still precise. “This contract is backwards. I should not be encouraging you to use me more.”

“I’m sorry,” Odette sighed, deflating. “I did this because I wasn’t liking who I was becoming with my children with zero help or breaks or sleep. I don’t want my kids to remember me as angry and having meltdowns every other day. The constant grind just got to me and you were my only option.”

The demon stared for a long while and then nodded. “It is settled, then. I will not take anything less than eighteen years. I will live here and my job will be to take care of the household and its occupants the whole day, every day.”

Odette’s eyes widened. She wanted to protest, but the demon glared at her, warning her from doing so. Her insides screamed, but she stayed silent. She could not imagine the demon being stuck with her for all that time. She nodded.

The demon nodded back. “I will draw up a contract and make a clause that we can adjust it as needed, but only if both parties consent willingly.” Her eyes flashed back to Odette. “And I will never agree to shortening the time.”

And with that, Odette left to put Luka down for a nap and do a load of dishes. She stared at the house, at how everything had piled up, every dish was dirty, all the laundry was in piles on the dining table and couch and all those toys… Just thrown everywhere. She hid her face in her hands and groaned. It had all gotten so out of control. She was embarrassed at the thought of someone seeing it, but the only way she’d fix it all, would be to get help.

She returned when both kids were napping. The contract was handed to her. The part about bringing harm to her kids was extremely specific, as was taking care of them and when she was at work. It was agreed that she’d stay until the last child moved out, with a stipulation that they could change the contract if they both agreed they needed to.

Odette nodded. “Looks good to me.” She didn’t see any loopholes to get out of what was most important. It was signed. The moment the last person signed it, the circle disappeared. The demon woman stood, towering over her. 

Odette was caught by her fierce beauty. The sharp angles, the horns that twisted outward, how all four eyes looked at her with a dark hunger. How confident and sure she stood and moved. The demon stared at her and smirked. It was dangerous and predatory and made her breathless. Slowly, the demon’s form began to change, shorter and shorter. Her horns disappeared and so did a set of eyes. Her dark purple complexion faded to a rich brown, though her hair remained curled an inch from her head. She was still taller than Odette by at least a foot. She leaned against the door, caging Odette in, arms flexing to show incredible muscle.

Flat against the door, her cheeks burned, eyes wide, utterly surprised by how affected she was by all of this.

The demon grinned knowingly. “You can call me Kamilla.”

[biskysposts]

Welp, this person sure is gonna deal with a lot of stuff with her.

[vintagenews]

Source and details.

[bloomingalyssum]

Whumptober Day 3 Set Up For Failure | Fingerprints

Homura faces the daunting realization that she has failed again.

[bet-on-me-13]

Danny is a Fae at Starbucks

So! Danny works by Fae Rules, Names and all, but he has no idea about that because he was forced to run away from Home (and the Ghost portal) before his Ghostly Education could be completed.

He runs to Gotham and eventually gets a job at Starbucks, or some other Cafe.

He has to ask the question "Could I get your name please?" A LOT while working there. And unintentionally steals hundreds of Names by the end of his first day, much less a week or a month into his job.

One day, Constantine visits Gotham for a Meeting with Batman, but by the time he gets to the Meeting Point he has bigger issues to discuss.

"Why the hell does half of your City belong to a Fae Lord?!"

[nonomives]

Sorry i woke up and chose to be a simp

[the-radio-demon-blog]

Al', what's your opinion on your simps?

I believe simps have their uses even if they are desperate creatures. They are more than willing to sell their souls to a pretty face...much to my advantage.

I could never become a simp.

[randomfandomisuppose]

Custody battle for the ages thought dump:

-Selling your soul USED to mean that you had to do whatever the person who bought your soul wants you to, but after the defeat of Pariah Dark the Ghost Zone had some massive judicial reforms. Danny isn’t the Ghost King but that’s because he was like “Uh, what? I’m 14 why don’t you guys have an election or something?”

-Pandora is the current prime minister of the Ghost Zone

-I am not coming up with an in depth system of government for a silly idea but I see them as having a parliament and local governments for different parts of the ghost zone and working on a judicial system and all that fun stuff.

-I’m not sure who exactly Danny’s “Ghost Parent” would be but I think it’d be fun if it was Pandora

-Constantine sold his soul to her after the reforms and she’s just like “Ah a little brother for my halfa son how lovely”

-Younger ghosts acknowledge the fact that Constantine is a grown ass man (and a kinda terrifyingly powerful one at that) but the ancients think he’s adorable

-“Awwwwww baby’s first immortality spell 🥺”

-They think him doing magic is cute the same way little kids making mud potions is cute

-Constantine hates it but will also take any advantage he can get, sometimes they’ll do magical favours for him

-Danny calls him baby brother specifically to piss him off

-Danny has been learning ghost magic but isn’t that good at it yet, Constantine mostly only really knows non ghost magic but is slowly picking it up through osmosis

-Danny gets the Fenton tall gene and grows up to be slightly taller than Constantine (To Constantine’s absolute dismay and displeasure as the baby brother jokes increase in frequency)

-Danny just randomly starts showing up at the watchtower whenever Constantine is there to bother him

-The JL is just like “whose lost sassy floating child is this and how the fuck did they get here?”

Bonus:

The bat siblings: “There’s no fucking way they’re siblings they look and sound nothing alike.”

Danny and Constantine: (Have a full blown magical duel because Danny hid Constantine’s cigarettes, Constantine accidentally lands a hit on Danny and immediately regrets it.)

Danny: I’m gonna tell mom!

Constantine: (Panicked English bargaining)

The bat siblings: “Oh, nevermind.”

[egoriv]

[olive-nothere]

Jason Todd drawn by Dan Mora… INJECT IT IN MY VEINS

[potato-lord-but-not]

a beautiful John as the fallen angel on this fine evening anyone?

[orpheus-has-lyreizz]

hey r u the god of thieves? because you've stolen my heart