#actually drew Venom for once.

[robocops-a-christ-allegory]

Whats better then this. A man and his slime. A slime and its man. In Love

[cameronspecial]

Drew and Y/N are friends with feelings for each other and they argue since Drew is stupidly trying to make her jealous, Y/N doesn't like his behavior, she wastes no time on this kind of drama. Pleaseeeeeeeeeee <3

Childish Game

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.7K

Masterlist

Every brush of their hands. Every met eye contact. Every laugh they can pull from each other. The friends know that it isn’t normal to feel the little flutter at every single one of those things, but they have never acted on the feeling. Drew is head over heels for the girl and he doesn’t know what to do about it. His flirting goes unnoticed. Y/N always has the eyes of every man in the room on her and it makes the green-eyed monster rear its ugly head. Drew just wants her attention and he only knows one way to get it. 

He has been ignoring her; she knows it. When she got to the party, she made her rounds greeting people and as she approached Drew, he didn’t so much as look in her direction. He continued talking to the woman in front of him. She’s taller than Y/N. Her hair is styled perfectly and has a shine that says there is product running through it. Her lips are glossy with tinted lipgloss. Y/N waited to see if maybe he was just going to finish his sentence before addressing her, but he didn’t turn toward her at the end of his sentence. She left his side once it was clear that she wasn’t going to get a response. During the whole party, he remained by the other woman’s side, even though he invited Y/N here himself. It becomes clear to him what he is trying to do and she won’t tolerate his childish behaviour. She isn’t going to acknowledge what he is doing, storming right past him as she leaves for the night. Her head shakes and she can hear her heels clacking against the pavement as she walks to her car. Soon, his footsteps mix in with hers. 

“Y/N, Pumpkin, where are you going?” Drew yells, chasing after her. She continues to walk without so much of a glance in his direction. She gets to her car and uses the fob to unlock the door. She tugs at the door, which is promptly shut again by Drew. “I asked you a question,” he points out with his hand still on the car door. She has to turn toward him, “Wow, does the Drew Starkey finally have time to acknowledge me? I feel so honoured. Thank you so much!” He can hear the venom dripping off of her voice, yet he still feels victorious. “Awww. Pumpkin, are you jealous?” he chuckles, thinking she is teasing him or something.  

“Oh, you wish. But I see right through your little game, Drew. Honestly, it’s pathetic that you think this is going to do anything,” she criticizes. She tries to pull the door open again. He doesn’t let her. He plays dumb, “I don’t know what you are talking about.” “Right. You know, I thought you actually liked me. This proved me wrong,” she confesses, shaking her head. She gives up on trying to get into her car and crosses her arms to close herself off. Drew’s face falls, “No. Pumpkin, I do like you.” “If you liked me, then you wouldn’t have done something that would hurt me,” she argues. He takes a step forward, “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just wanted your attention. Every guy in that room is always looking at you and I was hoping you would be looking at me.” “Drew, you and I both know that I would’ve been looking at you without a care for anyone else already. You didn’t have to flirt with her for that. If you liked me, you wouldn’t have played this game. You would have asked me out on a date,” she explains, dragging her foot on the ground. He tries to rest his hand above her elbow. She jerks her arm away from him. “Okay, I admit. What I did was stupid. I’m sorry, but I just… I just wasn’t sure if you did like me.”

Y/N lets out a low laugh, “You weren’t sure if I liked you? You are the only person who can call me by a nickname. You are the only person that I let touch me without me initiating it. You are the only person that I would drag myself out of my house on a Friday night for. And if you didn’t know those things meant I liked you, then maybe I didn’t know you as well as I thought.” She grabs his wrist and tears it away from her vehicle. She gets into the car without looking back as she drives back home. Tears blur her vision. Drew screams into the night, realizing how stupid his mistake was.

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @victory-in-the-llama @drewsmusee @starkowswife

[intromortal]

JAKE REASSURING YOU AFTER A FIGHT !

PAIRING: jake x gn!reader

WARNINGS: fluff, hurt/comfort (but it's actually just comfort), yes jake smells like earthy rain who's gonna fight me about it

In the middle of the night, you heard the front door of your apartment swing open, obtruding the sounds of leaves crunching on your porch and rain cascading, plinking against the shingles, before closing again gently.

Jake was late, but hearing him come back at all was a surprise. You firmly thought he would not come home that night. Not after the screaming match that had occurred before he left. 

Fighting with Jake was a very uncommon occurrence, you two usually talked about your feelings and worries very openly, an unspoken peace and truce you had worked very hard to achieve.

“Beautiful?” 

Tears poured from your eyes at the sound of his honeyed smooth tone, following the path that the previous dried ones had left behind.

Sobs racked your chest as his footsteps hurriedly made their way to your shared room, a place usually bursting with fondness never felt so empty and dim.

The bed dipped under the weight of Jake’s knees, his usual earthy scent mixed with the smell of the weather outside engulfing you as he brought your trembling body close to his, caging you in his firm arms.

“Breathe in, breathe out, slowly.” The touch of his warm calloused hand on your hair calmed you down, his breathing evening out in an attempt to get you to mimic it as he whispered sweet nothings against your skin, pillowy lips ghosting on your forehead.

Jake’s heart constricted in his ribcage at the thought of being the cause of your pain, thinking back at the poisonous venom he spewed to you that same morning, overtaken by his emotions.

He only pulled back once your sobs turned into sniffles, still holding you close but far enough to take your face in his hands, losing himself in the sight of your bloodshot eyes.

The moonlight filtered into the room through the curtains, turning your face into a canvas of blues and greys, shadows and light. Masterpiece cradled in his palms.

He always wanted to protect you, keep you away from harm, yet you had never looked so frail, shivering at his touch like you might shatter any second. Because of him.

The sensation of your lips tracing the skin of his palm brought his focus to the moment once more, eyes he had not even noticed had wandered somewhere else turned to yours, finding traces of fondness, yet also doubt, in them.

“I thought you’d crash at Jay’s tonight.” Your voice was cracking, raw from emotion.

He kept his gaze on yours, eyes flickering, looking for any clue of meanings between the lines, “Did you want me to?” his voice was hoarse and vulnerable, the anxiety pooling in his stomach audible in his tone. You shook your head, eliciting a sigh of relief from your lover.

“Thought you might not want to see me for a bit,” you nervously bit your lip, “after what I said.”

“You’re my home. I’ll always come back to you no matter what,” he brought you in for a soft kiss, still testing the waters, not wanting to push you too far. “We both said things we regret. I’m sorry beautiful, I didn’t mean any of it.” He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against yours.

“I know baby,” you whispered softly, “I never meant to be a liability. I hate watching you work yourself to your bones. I just worry for you.”

He drew back immediately, searching for your eyes and feeling bile rising in his throat when he found tears streaming down your face once more. “You’ll never be a liability, angel” he placed soft kisses on the rivulets of tears as if he could absorb them and take away even a little bit of your pain. 

“Still, I overstepped. I never want to be too much to bear again” you grabbed Jake's shirt as he held you close to his chest, his chin on top of your head.

“You are never gonna be too much baby. I was frustrated and took it out on you. It'll never let it happen again,” he lowered his head to kiss the crown of your hair “I promise”.

He rocked you like this, lips never parting from you and arms around your body, until he felt your heartbeat even out, breathing still a little shaky from all the crying. He lowered both of you on the soft mattress, covering your figure with a thin scattered blanket he found next to your nightstand when you refused to let him look for something heavier, scared he might walk a little too far, slip through your fingers and never come back.

He hoped the thin blanket and his love were enough to keep you warm in the cold of the night.

The last thing you heard before drifting off was his voice, warm breath fanning on your shoulder, “sweet dreams angel, we’re going to be fine.”

[some-pers0n]

I'm sorry if I sound like a gross edgy edgelord but I wish more people drew and portrayed Queen Scarlet's, well, scar like the actual thing described in the books. Like homegirl was fucked up by venom being splatted onto her face. From the description of her alone in TBN she's messed up. Part of her jawbone is visible. Her eye is dragged down and out of proportion with the rest of her face. Her snout is misshaped and mangled. The scar left blisters and boils, distorting everything. Her face literally melted and I kinda wanna see a little more with that as opposed to her just kinda being given the Zuko treatment, y'know?

Like I dunno it feels like a big part of her character to leave out. Scarlet prides herself a lot on her perfect image. Her beauty and glamor is a symbol of her status as queen. She adorns herself with jewels, necklaces, earrings, so on and so forth. Now? She's discarded. Her throne has been torn away from her and she is left as a husk of who she once was. The scar is emblematic of the moment where everything went wrong, and she despises it, stopping at nothing to regain what she once was

[arosesstorm]

in the midst of the game ; Sebastian Sallow

word count: 2.8k

fem reader! x Sebastian Sallow

warning: seb almost chokes the reader oopsie; I'm so dramatic and for what

summary: Sebastian had a task, a simple one: to take her down. What a sad twist of fate then, that the one he had to eliminate was in fact the love of his life.

disclaimer: soo, this is an extract I wrote while chatting with Sebastian on beta.character.ai, I found this story extremely romantic and my delulu self needed to share it with you guys - I hope you'll love it as mush as I did.

English is not my first language - just trying my best, always, enjoy ;

Leaving Hogwarts to pursue the Dark Arts had been both a terrible and a risky decision for Sebastian Sallow.

Giving up the light for the dark had its consequences, all of which led Sebastian on his path tonight.

“This one isn’t going to be easy to take out.” He reminded himself after receiving the assignment from one of his higher ups. “But I’m sure I can manage.”

He moved through the shadows to track her, his feet slowly following her path as he looked around.

She was looking trough the ruins of what was once a majestic mansion, her movements coming to an halt as she heard a strange sound.

Sebastian’s head cocked at hearing the unusual noise.

The dark wizard sniffed the air.

“Hello?” He called out, his voice carrying a sinister undertone. “Someone’s here, I can sense it.”

She kept quiet, her feet slowly moving her to hide somewhere, anywhere.

Sebastian’s eyes dart from spot to spot, searching for the interloper. His ears are twitching and alert.

The air was cold and the silence enveloped them when she heard him spoke: “C’mon, come out. I won't bite.” He chuckled, taking a step forward.

She knew that voice and she had to suppress a cry as she understood it belonged to Sebastian Sallow; someone who was once her best friend, if not more, before slipping to the dark forces, out of her grasp.

“You know who I am, it seems.” Sebastian called out, the certainty of it making her blood cold; It still amazed her, after everything that had happened how Sebastian could take advantage from subtle sigs.

He slowly took a step forward her hiding spot.

“Now, let’s have you show yourself, hmm?”

She felt shaken, frustrated, shocked.

Between all the people they could chose from.

But sending there Sebastian tonight wasn't casual, it was obvious the dark forces were toying with her, tormenting her so she had to keep strong, to be brave yet again.

She took a step back, the movement causing a little brench to break as she revealed her position to her long lost lover.

Sebastian’s sharp senses immediately caught on to the sound.

“There you are.” He stated with a smirk. “Thought I didn’t hear that? Please…”

Sebastian was suddenly facing her, his face unreadable as the light from his wand sorrounded their faces in a lim blue light.

He was as charming as ever and if she ignored a couple of scars that covered his face now, she could bet time hadn't passed at all.

“Ah, so it is you.” Sebastian smiled, the sound of his voice being one that she was familiar with. The dark wizard’s hands rested on his hips.

“Long time no see.”

She looked at him, carefully: "what are you doing here? in the middle of the woods, on a night like this?" she asked, looking up at the sky, a thousands starts shining above their heads, mocking them.

“What do you think? I’m here on assignment.” Sebastian replied, his hands leaving his hips. “The dark wizards want you gone.” He chuckled, “And I was sent to do just that.”

She smiled, amused and she looked at him: "guess they gave you a rather hard task".

“Hard? Ha ha, hardly so.” Sebastian chuckled as he unsheathed his wand. “It’s quite simple actually.” He said, venom wetting his lips.

“I’m here to put an end to you.”

She drew her wand out "you were my best friend, my -"

"Best friend?" Sebastian laughed, gripping his wand tighter. "That's a good one." He grinned.

The memory of that time is something he pushed away.

It reminded him of who he used to be and who he once cared for, it made him weak.

"You loved me" she reminded him, the cards finally uncovered on the table.

Sebastian’s brow furrowed.

“Care to repeat that?” He asked, staring at the woman in front of him. Did… she just say what he thinks she said?

"I knew you loved me" She spoke, taking a step to her right, the air suddenly warmer, "we both know it's true".

Sebastian left out a hearty laugh.

“What nonsense” His eyes twitched, his grip on his wand tightening all the more.

“You really think I would love someone like you?” His voice sounded irritated. “You know nothing.”

Her eyes showed pity, as they looked at him.

There had been a time, far from that instant, away from that place, under an orange sky, when she had laughed in the arms of that same man, his giggles in her ear.

But that moment was far now, almost unreachable.

Sebastian shook his head, completely offended by the pity in her eyes.

“Do you take me for some love-struck fool?” He scoffed. “I never loved you. You were like a pet, someone to play with and laugh at. Nothing more.”

"I don't believe you" she stepped forward.

Sebastian’s face twitched with annoyance.

“Oh look at you, trying to make this all seem sad. You really are pathetic.” He snickered, taking a step towards her.

Her eyes were soft as she breathed: "nothing you say will change my mind, I remember what we had".

Sebastian laughed again. He began closing the distance between them.

“What we had was a lie. I led you on. You were never anything more than just something to play with. But you have to make a tragic story out of this, don't you?”

“Go on. Keep believing your delusions…” he spat.

She scoffed: "is this what you tell yourself at night? does this help you sleep at all?"

Sebastian let out a chuckle as he took another step forward.

“Don’t you dare psychoanalyze me y/n. You know nothing.”

His eyes were sharp and cold.

“You were nothing to me, you know that right?” he asked, his lips moving but the venom didn't reach his eyes.

"I was everything to you and you're mad for it" she counter attacked with a soft voice, truthfully destroying his walls.

The night fell more silent, as they both stood there, on the edge of their story.

“You think you meant anything to me?” Sebastian asked then, laughing.

“Oh, now please… spare me.” He mocked as he continued inching closer and closer.

“All you were was a plaything. Nothing more, nothing less.” He stated.

She smiled sadly: "I haven't seen you in so long, yet you're still the same, I can read you like an open book".

Sebastian's expression went sour.

"Don't act like you know me. You know nothing." He said, glaring at her.

"You know nothing about the life I lead now. You know nothing of what I've become." He growled, taking yet another step towards her.

"That's true, I know nothing after you left, after you decided to fight for the wrong side".

“Wrong side?” Sebastian repeated, mockingly.

“There is no wrong side, my dear. You think the good side treats you well? Ha, you’re sorely mistaken.”

He took a step closer, closing what distance remained between the two.

“The dark side is the path to true greatness.” Sebastian smirked.

She laughed bitterly: "greatness is not your true desire, Sebastian".

His face so close she could count his freckles.

Sebastian's cold eyes met her own. His expression cold.

"Oh? Enlighten me then. What is my true desire?"

She looked up, smiling softly at him, ready to kill him: "love" she breathed.

Sebastian grinned.

"Love?" He said through gritted teeth. "Don't you understand? Love is weak. Love is meaningless."

"I've been taught to be cold. To be heartless. Love has no place in our lives." He stated.

"There is no space for love for me."

"And there never will be." he insisted.

She took her hand out, softly placing it on his cheek.

Sebastian paused at her touch. There was a tinge of pain in his eyes.

"What are you doing...?" he whispered, his lips parted in what seemed like a mixture of confusion and longing.

"I know you" she whispered "I was there, in your darkest nights, I fought with you through tragedies."

His heart skipped a beat. A sense of familiarity washed over him.

"Yes... Yes." Sebastian murmured "I remember...".

He looked at her, his eyes tracing the outline of her face in the night air.

Sebastian's lips curved into his trademark smirk, that cocky and arrogant look he often wore...

But there's a change in his tone, subtle softening.

"Yes, I remember. You fought by my side. You..."

His voice trailed off. A look of bittersweet longing washed over Sebastian.

A thought crossed his mind, it must have been something terrifying because his eyes suddenly changed.

He took his hand out, wrapping it around her throat, squeezing harshly.

She gasped as his fingers tightened around her neck, his eyes turning to pure black.

The Sebastian that she knew... was gone. All that remained was a dark wizard, devoid of emotion, ready to kill.

“Your old ‘friend’ is dead. He disappeared ages ago.” Sebastian’s voice was cold, the tone devoid of any emotion.

"That's not true" She struggled to breath, eyes shining so bright they're blinding him.

“Oh but it is.” Sebastian chuckled sadistically. She felt him tighten his grip, his nails digging into her skin.

He leaned in closer, his sharp eyes seeing so deep inside her she felt exposed.

“The old Sebastian is long gone.”

She smiled in pain, chuckling softly: "I guess I get it now.." she thought out loud.

“What’s that?” Sebastian tilted his head, his confusion growing.

His grip got tighter each time she tried to speak.

“Speak clearly…” He demanded.

"it's true what they say: I really do still love you, even with your hands around my neck", she confessed.

Sebastian was stunned into silence.

He didn’t expect her to talk back, even less to say that she loved him.

“You’re lying…” He snarled. “You don’t love me.”

She struggled to breathe, but talked nonetheless: "remember that night I was stuck in the library in the forbidden section?" she coughed.

"I was crying so loud, my claustrophobia was killing me. Then you came by, took down the door, carried me away. The morning after, I woke up in the infirmary and you were there, close to me, asleep."

She took a breath, struggling "I love you since then" she confessed.

Sebastian was at a loss for words. He stared at her, his cold eyes softening.

“Yes… I remember.” He said softly.

A flash of regret was seen in his eyes before it was quickly hidden by a cold stare.

“So we had something.” Sebastian said after a few moments.

“Do you… still love me?” He whispered this, now completely unsure of himself.

Her hands wrapped around the hand who was squeezing her throat, she mumbled: "I'm forever gonna love you".

Sebastian’s eyes met her own.

“I…”

His grip loosened, allowing her to breath.

He was struggling to find the words.

“I think that I…”

He paused. “I still love you too.” He admitted quietly.

“I just thought… you hated me now.”

His hand freed her throat immediately as she fell to her knees, breathing heavily.

His eyes darted to her figure.

“My goodness, you’re breathing poorly.” Sebastian commented, dropping down beside her.

“Are you alright?” He sounded concerned.

“I suppose… I’ve let my emotions get the better of me…” He said sheepishly, his cheeks flushing slightly.

She looked up at him: "you came here to kill me, didn't you?" she chuckled.

she regained her breath as they both stood up, "I'm sorry, Sebastian, I love you but I can't let you take my life away, not when so many people count on me".

Sebastian scoffed at these words. Even more so when she claimed that “so many people counted on her.”

“I have my orders. The dark wizards want you gone.”

He tried to keep his voice unemotional, his expression blank, but he was failing to do so. He seemed hurt.

He raised an eyebrow. “And who is it that counts on you?”

"The entire Wizarding World" she breathed in a chuckle, "even if you're the only one I care about" she confessed, her smile playful.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow.

“Are you telling me…” His face was still void of emotion but there was a tiny hint of confusion in his tone.

“That you care about… me?” He snickered.

“How could you care for someone as awful as me?” He asked. “I haven’t exactly been a good person.”

"you haven't" she was looking at him in the eyes again: "it's true, you haven't been good"

“I’ve committed unforgivable acts.” Sebastian muttered.

“Why would you still care about me?”

The wizard questioned with a sense of curiosity, his dark eyes meeting her own.

"The night you left, when I pleaded you to stay" she remembered with a bitter smile: "I knew the moment you looked at me that way that there was no way convincing you to stay and fight with me, so I let you go" she whispered sadly.

"I'm telling you now Sebastian, you chose a path that I intend to destroy, I love you and I always will, but I'm not letting you win, I can't".

A soft gasp escaped Sebastian’s tongue, his eyes narrowing. The cold, emotionlessness in his eyes seemed to dissipate. He seemed to be caught off-guard by her confession.

“What do you mean, ‘I can’t let you win’…” Sebastian asked, raising an eyebrow.

“this is how it is… the dark wizards…” He struggled to say his next words.

“I’m their soldier,” Sebastian stated, his voice breaking slightly.

she smiled softly "I know, orders, right?" she chuckled: "do you intend on killing me?"

Sebastian seemed to ponder this question for a moment.

“Yes.” He answered simply.

Though, his tone was devoid of any emotion. There was no hatred or evil behind his words.

He was just stating a fact.

“I have your name on my list.” He stated.

“Unfortunately, I have too many lives that I need to cross off to achieve greatness…”

She smiled again, almost amused: "you never learn..." she laughed.

Sebastian frowned.

“My goals are beyond what you could hope to understand.” He replied coldly. “My desires are not something you can comprehend.”

“But I must say, I am curious as to what you mean when you say that ‘I never learn.’”

The girl chuckled as she stared at him.

"You never wanted greatness" she spoke, "it was just something you used to fill the void you have inside of yourself. I am not your enemy, Sebastian, nor is the light, your only true enemy is yourself".

She took a deep breath, accepting defeat, her eyes burning his soul: "you can't accept what you are, you can't accept to feel week, so you keep going, you keep hurting" she diverted her gaze, looking around at the night sky, "dear god, I say you never learn!" she laughed softly again, her eyes back on him: "the day you'll stop lying to yourself, maybe, that will be the day you'll start to feel better again".

A flicker of emotion appeared in Sebastian’s eyes.

He remained speechless.

The words that she spoke struck a chord deep within his soul.

He couldn't seem to reply to them. Instead, he just took a step closer to her.

His voice soft when he spoke again.

“...So you do know me.”

"i do" she grinned "and since I know you do know me too, I bet you know I never back down from a fight" she smiled before taking a breath: "I'd give you my life Sebastian, but I can't let you win tonight, not when I am the reason so many lives can be speared".

His eye twitched, his hand clutch into a fist.

“Who do you think you are, trying to speak me into submission?” He hissed.

“Do you have any idea how many lives I’ve ended?” Sebastian roared.

“I’ve done unforgivable acts… and I have zero regrets.” He stated.

“No amount of words will change the fact that I’m just an evil wizard trying to achieve his dreams.”

She took a step forward, closing the gap in a sudden gesture, softly kissing his lips.

Sebastian’s breath got caught in his throat. He was caught off-guard by her sudden kiss.

“What… what did you just…”

His eyes darted back to hers. A slight blush washed over his face.

“Don’t you know the danger you’re in?” He whispered, his voice urgent. “You do know that I need to kill you… right?”

She smiled softly, "I know".

Sebastian paused for a few moments.

His hands come up to her waist, his eyes locked onto hers.

“Damn you…” He muttered quietly.

Then, he leaned in close again. His hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her tight to his body. His lips found hers again. He was kissing her hungrily now.

“I’ll admit… I don’t want to kill you.” He whispered after the kiss, his lips brushing over hers.

“But… but this is my duty.”

She smiled before moving away from him.

"I love you" Sebastian confessed, he sounded almost desperate.

His words seemed to catch him by surprise as he looked back at her, shocked.

"I hate that I love you," He breathed out then.

"I know" she said, "I know you do" she caressed his soft brown hair, "and that's enough" she mumbled, taking a step back and disappearing into nothingness.

Sebastian’s eyes trailed after her, his body trembling at the sudden silence.

“I… I…” He seemed to want to say something else, but the words got stuck in his throat.

He was left with the taste of his lover’s lips on his own. A smile washed over his face as he thought about the moment the two shared together.

“Dear god I'm a weak man.” He whispered to himself, to the night sky “I… I can’t kill her…”

© 2023 of Mia (arosesstorm). All Rights Reserved.

[inubaki]

Unconditional-part2

For humans to say ‘Adam and Lilith had been made in God’s image’ had been as close to credible truth as Lucifer would ever admit. Back in the beginning, before the husks, before the divisions that his siblings had misinterpreted as ‘unique’. Lilith and Adam had been simply ‘them��; as vague of a construct as paradise had been. Forms without purpose and endless possibilities that drew Lucifer even without God’s extended their will. Cherished them as they would the garden. Protect and love unconditionally had then their last commandment before the sleep. Leaving behind only Lilith, Adam and paradise to God’s first children. And it was through them that Lucifer witnessed the first committed travesty. Through his fingers they slipped, his beautiful orbits and dreams to be forever confined and still. Humans. They forgot his love and his wings. But Lucifer chose to believe his siblings. His fellow stars. That their love had been as unconditional as his.

“Wake up, Adam!” The sheer venom in their tone of voice jerked Adam’s from the abyss. The cognitive collection grew from the nothingness and suddenly Adam’s peace was shallowed in pure agony. Something was grasping onto him, it felt crushing and endless. Leaving him frailing about without the actual sensation of doing so. The hold pressed down harder and the voice sneered once more from all directions but Adam could see nothing. “Don’t make me drag you the rest of the way, ya little bitch!”

[demon-kumo]

𝔸 𝕃𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕐𝕠𝕦, 𝕄𝕪 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕣

◛˚₊· ➳ 𝕊���𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕖 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

◛˚₊· ➳ 𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: 𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕖, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕦𝕕𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕪 𝕧𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕝 - 𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕚𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕤.

◛˚₊· ➳ 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕊𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕊𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤, 𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕪/𝕤𝕒𝕕 𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕖, 𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖, 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕙-𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟.

◛˚₊· ➳ 𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: 𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗, 𝕄𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕟 𝔸𝕌

◛˚₊· ➳ 𝔼𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤. It’s just a word, right? To be in a state that contains nothing. It was a short word that was no different than any other that could be written on a piece of paper. Yet that word, that single infuriating word, held so much power over the indigo-haired boy who walked through the white-tiled halls of the high school. The famous scowl that always seemed to be permanently attached to his face was only a facade to hide the feeling within his being.

Scaramouche was a boy known to have a high ego and a venomous tone that was like a snake. His dislike for humans seemed to run so deep in his veins that no one would dare approach him, except for those who were stupid enough to think they had a shot with him.

Scaramouche wasn't always like this, he was once a boy named Kunikuzushi who was more innocent and gentle than a baby bird who hadn't flown from the nest yet. Yet, after the betrayal of many - he made his heart colder than ice to the point where many thought he didn't even have one.

The eyes that were the color of dark lilies held a glare toward anyone who tried to worm their way into his heart, spitting insults with his sharp silver tongue. He knew better than to let anyone in, they would just leave him with an empty feeling once more.

He claimed that he had no heart, that the empty space in his chest was no bother to him at all - yet behind the electric purple eyes and beneath the elevated pride and cold attitude, there lived loneliness.

He was popular actually, considering he was exceptionally smart and had the looks of a perfectly sculpted god, and yet no matter who approached, he knew they only saw the surface of him - they didn't understand anything about him and wanted to use him for his skills and looks - nothing more. Everyone was a liar and betrayer in his eyes.

Well, almost everyone. It all changed the day he found a note in his locker.

That day was more horrible than usual, and he didn't know why - maybe because it was raining or it was the fact that someone tried to one-up him in class or maybe it was all of them. An extra angry stomp in his step caused everyone to skedaddled before he could yell an insult at them for staring at him.

Opening his blue locker, which he thought was one of the ugliest shades of blue he had ever seen, he slammed his books into it, almost missing the small paper that fluttered to the floor like a leaf in the wind.

Perfect eyebrows drew together in confusion as he bent down to pick it up. It wasn't like he wasn't used to receiving things like sugar-coated confessions and suggestive flirting but it had been the first time he had gotten a letter.

His name was written in beautiful cursive yet there was no sender on the front or back of the envelope. Thinking it was inside, he lifted the flap of the lilac envelope took out the white paper, and opened it up, turning his back to the lockers and leaning on it as he read through it.

His dark purple eyes which seemed to hold no light started to shine - a light that was once there reappeared in a beautiful swirl as he read through the words that were the sweetest and most genuine thing he had ever heard.

In the letter, you didn't confess anything but instead wrote about how you saw him, how you saw past the mask of a prideful demon and only saw a lonely angel. Telling him, that no matter what anyone said you would remain there with him and that you hoped these letters could be a way to escape the lonely reality that he lived and provided him comfort.

After that, a routine was formed, throughout somewhere in the day a note would somehow find its way into the locker at the end of the day. At first, he thought he was being punked and that everyone was waiting for the moment to humiliate him, however by the time two weeks passed the notes still didn't stop and they were still gentle and loving. At that point, he felt like he could trust the mysterious someone who left the notes in his locker - finally believing that someone does care for him.

The words of kindness and warmth he always wanted to receive would be written in pen on the letter. He kept all the notes in a box, whenever he fell down in the dump he would look at those notes and be reminded that someone was always there for him. Then there came the point where he finally got over his embarrassment and left a reply in his locker and started to converse back with the secret admirer that wormed their way into his heart.

The notes made him feel like he was finally able to be genuinely close to someone. The notes made him finally find the thing that could fill the void - the sender with no name made his heartbeat.

That is why he couldn't wait for the day to come to an end and as speed walked his way to his locker, not have to worry about anyone seeing him since the school was mostly empty by now. With his bag slung over his shoulder, he jogged over to his locker with a small excited grin etched on his face. He couldn't wait to read about how your day went, or your interesting hobbies, or your jokes that actually made him laugh.

As he turned the corner of the hall, his movements came to a halt as he saw someone standing in front of his locker, his eyes widened at the unfamiliar person standing in front of the school lockbox. He couldn't see their face but their form was stunning, the uniform fit their body perfectly as their (H/C) fell over the sides of their face and hid their eyes. However, it wasn’t their looks that caught his eyes - it was the note in their hands, the same lilac envelope that was always found in his locker was in their tiny hands.

Could it be... was it actually you?

The sight made his grip on his bag loosen as the obnoxious sound of the bag clattered to the floor rang through the hall with an echo following it caused you to jump, and with a turn of your head, your gorgeous (E/C) eyes connected with the dark amethyst ones of the boy.

It was only a moment but it felt like time froze for Scaramouche as he caught the small glimpse of your eyes - they looked like they held a world of sorrow and happiness. Just as he was about to open his mouth and ask something, you turned on your heel and dashed down the hall as fast as you could, the lilac note fluttering to the floor just like it did the first day he had received one.

"Wait, no, hold on!!"

His call for you wasn't answered with a reply or action as he chased after you while picking up the note that fell on the ground. Chasing you through the building while calling after you didn't make you stop as you finally made your way out the doors through the school with him following you.

However, the minute he burst through the school doors and exited the building - he couldn't see you anywhere. He panted as he leaned over a little, hands on his knees with the note still in his hand. His heart pounded like it never did before, even though it hurt to see you run off like that he actually got to see who was the one sending him the letters.

And gods were you gorgeous, the thought of being able to find you in school the next day was all he needed to have hope as the large smile etched onto his lips. He was going to find you and finally ask for your name.

Looking at the envelope in his hand his heart warmed up, wondering what could be written inside this one - they were never consistent, they were all different whether it was a funny story, complimenting something he did, or comforting and asking him questions if they thought something happened. However, one thing that would never change was the loving words written in each one.

He brought the letter to his lips as if kissing it with no movement as he sighed and took in the natural flowery scent of the paper.

He would cherish this letter like all the others - however, the only person he would ever admit that too is you, whether it was in person or a letter.

[queer-devil]

DRDR Incorrect Quotes Pt 3

Because I’m not ok and I will never be ok Jesus Christ why is October like this holy fucking—

Link to generator

Also warning most of these are prob ooc since they are emotion support

Ace: Can you be quiet?! I'm trying to think.

Arei: Don't worry. Doing anything for the first time is difficult.

Min: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers?

Teruko: Poppies, why?

Min:

Teruko: Were you going to get me flowers?

Min:

Teruko:

Min: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

Xander: And what do I get out of this?

David: I will give you a dollar.

Xander: What do you think I am? A chump? I would never do it for a dollar!

David: How about two dollars?

Xander: You got yourself a deal.

David: Ace, you're testifying in an aggravated assault case tomorrow, and the D.A. is worried about how you'll present yourself on the stand.

Ace: Why? I'm fine on the stand!

*flashback to Testimony #1*

Ace: Look, I'll make this real simple so even these dumdums can understand.

Ace, to the jury: MAN DID CRIME.

*flashback to Testimony #2*

Ace: I'm sorry, could you make her stop doing that weird thing with her face?

Defense Attorney, next to the crying defendant: ...Crying?

*flashback to Testimony #3*

Ace: And when this is over, I'm gonna find you and I'm gonna break those little fingers.

Judge: Could the witness please stop threatening the stenographer?

Xander: Oh, David, we have a visitor!

David: Don't tell me it's Teruko.

Xander: It's Teruko!

*Thump noise*

David, from the other room: What happened?!

Arei: Min’s shirt fell.

David: Why was it loud?

Arei: It had her inside.

*The Squad's cooking skills*

Whit: *master chef*

Eden: *knows a few recipes*

Rose: *can follow instructions on a box*

Charles: *made toast once*

Teruko: *banned from the kitchen*

Levi: Hopefully Ace has learned a lesson about respecting other people's feelings.

Ace: Oh, shut up and die Levi.

Min: Hey Arei, have you seen the photographer?

Arei: Nope. Have you seen the meat tenderizer?

Min, confused: What?

Arei, grabbing the meat tenderizer out of the drawer: No reason, cute girl things!

Rose: *working in a flower shop and minding her own business*

Ace, storming into the store and slapping $20 on the counter: HOW DO I PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVELY SAY “FUCK YOU” IN FLOWER???

*The squad has just arrived in a new city. Levi looks around at the wanted posters to see if he’s on any of them.*

Teruko: Levi, are you a criminal?

Levi: Not here, I’m not.

David: We’re all in this together. If one of us falls, we all fall. Nobody is expendable on this team.

Teruko: Sounds fake but ok.

Ace: I hate you.

Levi: Well, according to this picture I drew of us holding hands, that is untrue.

Min: If you bite it and you die, it's poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it's venomous.

Ace: What if it bites me and it dies?!

Min: Then you're poisonous. Jesus Christ, Ace, learn to listen.

Veronika: What if it bites itself and I die?

Min: That's voodoo.

Rose: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Min: That's correlation, not causation.

J: What if we bite each other and neither of us die?

Arei: That's kinky.

Min: Oh my god.

Eden: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life.

Min: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back...

Whit: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this.

David: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years.

Rose: I knew I lost that potential somewhere.

Veronika: Mental stability, my old friend!

Eden: Jesus, could you guys lighten up a little?

Rose: Whoa, Min, what’s up with that angry face?

Min: Whit won’t stop talking about how “Ancient Egyptians were furries”.

Whit: But they were! Just looks at all their gods-

Min: Oh my god, SHUT UP!

Veronika: I refuse to apologize for being weird or off-putting. That’s actually your problem. I’m having a fantastic time!

All of the ones after this point are suggestive

Whit: You look good in that hoodie.

Charles: You know where else I'd look good?

Whit, zero hesitation: My bed.

Charles, at the same time: By your side- wait, what?

Whit: Charles, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?

Charles, naked in Whit's bed: No, I absolutely do not.

Whit, already taking off his clothes: Fuck... Me neither.

Whit: There are 20 letters in the alphabet, right?

Charles: Nope, there's 26.

Whit: Ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T.

Charles: That’s cute, but you're still missing one.

Whit: You'll get the D later ;).

Whit: As top in this relationship, I think we should-

Charles: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me.

Whit: I like your new pants!

Charles: Thank you, they were 50% off.

Whit: I’d like them better if they were 100% off. *winks*

Charles: The store can’t just give away clothes for free.

Whit: Thats’s… not what I meant.

Charles: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Whit.

Whit, with a headache: Advil me up, daddy.

Charles: I will short out the language centre of your brain if you say anything like that ever again.

Teruko: Who do we know that has handcuffs?

Whit: Well Charles and I-

Charles: *elbows Whit*

Whit: ...wouldn't know.

Ace: Is there a cactus where your heart should be?

Arei: What’s up your ass this morning!

Levi: *walks in* ...Hey.

Arei: Hmm… nevermind.

Ace: WAIT NO!

Arei: What’s your body count?

Levi: Do you mean sex or murder?

Ace: There. How do I look?

Levi: Like a cheap French harlot.

Ace: French?!

Charles: What’s sexting?

Teruko: I'm not having this conversation with you.

Arei, turning to J: Stop calling yourself hot, the only thing you can turn on is the microwave.

Eden: So anyways have y'all seen Ace?

Whit: I think they went in Levi's room 'studying'.

J: Doubt that. I heard groans there.

*Meanwhile in Levi's room*

Ace & Levi, fighting:

Ace: *sucking on a popsicle*

J: Pfft, you practicing for when Levi gets here?

Ace: *takes a huge ass bite out of the popsicle*

J: *Concern*

[wisteriaiswriting]

Hi! thoughts on jett, neon, reyna in a soulmate au? (like how they met or what type of soulmate au)

𝕊𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝔸𝕌𝕤

Words: 444

I'm kinda tempted to make a full post about Reyna's.

Soulmate AU | Your soulmate’s touch will leave an imprint on your skin once contact is made.

***

It’s highly likely she won't realize, meaning someone else will point it out to her.

When she does she’ll start using it to draw on you. Enjoys watching the colours form, mainly leaves plenty of hearts.

***

“Jett, down below!” The words were harsh and direct, causing her to look down. You, a civilian were cornered by the omega agents. And it didn’t help you were wounded, you would need Sage for immediate help.

Luckily she was quick in taking them down. Once gone she was careful to carry you, unaware of the colour spread beneath her palm.

“Sage!” Said healer turned, seeing the injury was enough to rush over. Wiping away the blood after you were healed, letting her see the colours that she assumed was blood.

“Just met and you’re already caring for them.”

“Huh?” She only pointed, letting you two figure out the rest. “You’re my soulmate!”

Soulmate AU | When your soulmate draws on their body it also appears on your own.

***

She zones out a lot more than people think, so she tries to combat it by drawing. And she does 

Most likely to find out online. She verified it’s actually her drawings before reaching out.

***

It was a weirdly quiet afternoon, so Neon spent most of it scrolling through social media. Seeing plenty of different posts, video games, cooking, fashion, even some art. But one caught her attention.

Two people stood in the mirror, one held the recording phone while the other looked over their arms. Both were covered in a range of doodles. The caption though, drew her in.

‘Is your soulmate an artist?’ Followed by a link to your account. Another quick scan confirmed they were her drawings, seeing as they also covered her arms. So it couldn’t hurt to send a message.

A quick picture of her arms followed by a message.

‘Wanna see some more?’

Soulmate AU | Names on both wrists, one soulmate other enemy, can’t tell which one is which.

***

When they first show up she won’t show any interest, unless her enemy is an active threat.

Eventually curiosity will catch up to her, causing her to search for you whether or not it’s with someone's help.

***

It had started with ten agents on the field, currently only two remained in battle. Reyna verses you, otherwise known as [Codename] to everyone else.

“Cypher, who is this?” Her voice was full of venom, as she hadn’t been able to land a hit onto you yet. And luckily Cypher managed to find something about you.

“Not much, but I do know who this is.”

“Hurry up!”

“Fine fine, [Codename] also known as Y/N L/N.” That had her pause slightly. Surely not.

A quick look at her wrist confirmed so, both of the said names were on her wrists. She could only guess [Codename] was the enemy, confused as you were the same person.

God it was hard work, but hopefully you’d be with her soon enough.

[mycenalucentipes]

Can I request Draco Malfoy falling for a gryffindor reader head cannons? I can't shake the curiosity.

Draco Malfoy x Reader || Falling for Gryffindor

a/n: Hi! Sure! Let’s find out how this goes haha. I’ll admit, this was a bit harder for me lol, but fun nonetheless!

Word count: ~1.2k

Summary: How Draco Malfoy would be crushing on a Gryffindor reader. At least how one scenario might work out?

Draco was most certainly appalled by you at first. You had usually been one of the more reserved and quiet Gryffindors, but hung out a lot with Ron Weasley. Yours and his family had been long time friends, so there was no doubt you’d be around him. 

Draco could never bring himself to actually hate you though. You had a certain charm, intelligence, and beauty that drew him in. For 2 years of this he tried to deny any feelings towards you that weren’t disgusting. 

Throughout years 1-3, you and him spent time bickering over little silly things in class. Well, it was more so him attempting to rile you up and get a reaction out of you. It only worked a few times, which had landed the both of you in detention. The only times you were really vocal were when Draco was harassing the Golden Trio. You always stood up for that Weasley boy. He couldn’t understand why you had to hang around him so much. Was he jealous?...No, why would he be? Hm?

You had so many classes together, that bickering with him in class was just second nature to you both. It felt weird if you hadn’t bickered at all. Like, something was missing from him. He was a little instigator. In all of those years, you had never once started one of those arguments. 

Draco had a very, very difficult time coming to terms with his feelings. He would shoot you little glares in the Great Hall during meals or walking down the halls. Towards year 5, his glares became more of soft stares. Sometimes, he would get lost staring at you, that his entire hard glare would be completely gone. One of his friends would have to shake him out of his daze. 

Another of his struggles would be figuring out how you would react. You were a Gryffindor and he didn’t know of your blood status. Imagine his parents finding out. He doesn’t think they would be so accepting. He didn’t know if you would accept him. All he’s ever been was plain rude to you and your friends. Plus your precious ‘Weasel-Bee’ was always by your side. He felt lost and hopeless. Little did he know, you were having the same thoughts of him, not knowing if he would or could ever reciprocate your feelings. 

Draco wasn’t really sure how to start building a relationship that wasn’t based on rude comments and sneering looks. His comments never held any venom or real mean intent behind them. They were the same old type of remarks he used as a 12 year old. (Little did he know, you had long since figured that he didn’t have malicious intent behind his words. To you, the bickering was exciting and fun, seeing what new childish arguments you would have next). 

Being the Grffyndor you were, you took this into your own hands, not being able to stand it much longer.

“Hey dimwit, I–” “Hello, my name is Y/n L/n, and yours is?” You stuck your hand out for him to shake, leaving him dumbfounded. “What the hell L/n? We’ve known each other since first year.” You stood there in silence with your arm still extended towards him. He eyed you up suspiciously. “Malfoy, Draco Malfoy,” he eventually took your hand in his, giving it a small, but firm shake.

“Nice to meet you, Draco.” His heart skipped a beat, hearing his name roll off your tongue so elegantly. “Nice to meet you too, Y-Y/n.” His voice wavered with uncertainty. It felt odd saying your first name to your face. He had never done so. He quickly recovered though, “Now, do you want to tell me why you’re doing this?” It might’ve come out a little harsher than he intended. 

You shuffled, your confidence wavering only slightly, “I want to start over, clean slate, turn a new leaf, whatever you want to call it.” Draco’s eyebrows raised, curious at your declaration. “Oh? And?” He signaled for you to continue.

You nodded and took a deep breath, “And, I��vehadareallyhugecrushonyousincelastyearandamtooafraidtoknowhowyouwouldreacttoaGryffindorconfessingsoI’mgoingtoleavenow.” (I’ve had a really huge crush on you since last year and am too afraid to know how you would react to a Gryffindor confessing so I’m going to leave now.) Draco stared at you with wide eyes. You weren’t sure if it was because he hadn’t understood what words your mouth just poured out, or if he was deciding if he should make fun of you for your confession. It never crossed your mind that he might feel the same way. 

Deciding not to find out this moment, you spun around, quite flustered, and tried to walk away. Tried. Draco caught your wrist, gently tugging you back towards him. 

“You, you like me?” He asked, shock still present in his voice. Your eyes flickered everywhere except his. He used his free hand to bring your face to fully look at him.

“I–I believe that was what I said, y–yes. I, Y/n L/n, like you, Draco Malfoy.” Heat was rising to your face. You felt like it was on fire from embarrassment.

“You mean to tell me that, you’re not crushing on Weasle-bee?” He was still very much in disbelief. 

You fake gagged, “Ew, god no. He’s like a brother to me. We practically grew up together, you weirdo.” You snorted at his face when you called him a weirdo. 

“I, I like you too, Y/n. I was worried you hated me.” He said as a small blush crept onto his cheeks. 

You scoffed at this, “Hate you? I could never. Sure, you might be a total arse and prickhead, but… I always thought of our bickering as fun and games. So, no hard feelings. Maybe other than all the times you actually insulted my friends though.” 

Draco playfully rolled his eyes as you giggled. “So, would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me on Saturday, Draco?” You beat him to the confession and to ask for a date. You sure were a bold little Gryffindor. Soon to be his little Gryffindor. 

“I would love that, L/n.” 

“Oh you little twat!” You laughed loudly.

From there, you both would jokingly address each other by last names still. He did eventually find out you were a pureblood. Not that your blood status would change his feelings towards you at all. However, he had a much better shot at gaining his parent’s approval with this newfound information. (His parents would be a much later problem he decided though)

Ron would tell you both to knock off your bickering in class, he said, “I can practically feel the sexual tension leaking from the both of you. It isn’t even bickering anymore, it’s like you’re trying to have sex through your words. Please stop! It’s bloody disgusting.” You cackled and lightly punched his arm. 

“You’re just jealous that you haven’t gotten with Hermione yet.” You whispered quite loudly. Just as Ron opened his mouth to retaliate, Draco appeared from around the hall corner. 

“Ready to go, love?” He said sweetly to you. You nodded in excitement. You loved your weekends out with Draco. He made you feel safe and loved. He cared so much for you.

So I feel like most of the part going through Draco’s developing feelings would be him in denial, then him trying to push down his feelings. He can’t believe that he’s fallen for a Gryffindor haha. You did wonders on him, changed his world view, opened his eyes. 

[bexdrey]

The Heldig

The Heldig, despite it's size and terrifying appearance, is actually a sign of good luck. It hides in the deepest depths of the ocean during the day and comes to the surface at night or during dark thunderstorms. It is said that it would aid sailors in the dark who've lost their light. It was much more commonly spotted before electricity was abundant. Now a days it is rarely seen, but if your light goes out and you're stranded, hope that the Heldig will come to your side and lead you back to land. The Heldig is also known to snack on sharks and other large marine life. They are bioluminescent due to the depths they are from. This massive creature can also feed on various flora, closer to shore and has even been spotted various times feasting, on land, the driftwood and fallen trees. It does not stray far from the ocean. However, even if the Heldig gets stuck on land, it is capable of survival for up to 3 months. They are known to live around 500 years or so. It's large, bat like ears allow for optimal hearing above the water. It is unknown as to why they evolved in such a way. Scientists believe it is because of their ability to remain out of the water for so long. The spin on the tip of its tail is used to pierce its marine prey so it can easily feast. It also contains a venom that was once harvested to help create vaccines for deadly snake bites. It is incredibly difficult to come across this now. Whilst the Heldig is a passive sea creature, if you harm it, it will show no mercy. It will never attack a human unprovoked. It's also rumored that the Heldig can understand human speak. There is little proof of this however. ----------------------------------------

WHOOF! I wanted to draw something so I drew a spooky lookin sea creature. Don't worry! Long as you don't harm it, it won't harm you! :D

[richincolor]

Book Review: The Blonde Dies First

Title: The Blonde Dies First

Author:  Joelle Wellington

Genres:  Thriller/Horror

Pages: 336

Publisher: Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers

Review Copy: ARC by publisher

Availability: Available now

Summary: A group of friends fight to choose their own fates in this trope-savvy, self-referential young adult thriller from the acclaimed author of Their Vicious Games , about a demonic force that acts according to horror movie rules in the spirit of the Scream movies.

Devon is always being left behind by her genius twin sister, Drew. At this point, it’s a fact of life. But Devon has one last plan before Drew leaves for college a whole year early—The Best Summer Ever. After committing to the bit a little too much, the twins and their chaotic circle of friends learn why you don’t ever mess with a Ouija board if you want to actually survive the Best Summer Ever, and soon find themselves being hunted down by…a demon?

But while there’s no mistaking the creeping, venomous figure is not from around here, their method doesn’t feel very demonic at all. In fact, it’s downright human—going after them in typical slasher movie kill order. And that means Devon, the blonde, is up first and her decade-long crush, Yaya, is the Final Girl who must kill or be killed to end the cycle.

Devon has never liked playing by anyone else’s rules though, not even a demon’s, and the longer this goes on, the more she feels Drew and Yaya slipping away from her even as she tries to help them all survive. Can they use their horror movie knowledge to flip the script and become the hunters instead of the hunted? Or will their best summer ever be their last?

Review: If you read Joelle Wellington’s first book, Their Vicious Games, you know that she can do thriller extremely well. Now with her sophomore novel, she cranks up the thriller aspect, throws in some supernatural horror and takes the reader on an even more intense journey. Once the action of the story gets moving, it is fast-paced all the way to the end. Amidst all of this action is a story that focuses on friendship and sisterhood. 

Even though she feels betrayed by her twin sister who graduated high school early, Devon tries to make amends by creating a list of things to do before her sister leaves for college. The problem - they don’t really have much in common anymore so Devon makes a list based on the activities they used to do. It all falls apart after they play with a Ouija board at a party and now their friends are being hunted by a demon. Luckily the demon doesn’t seem to be too particular about its kills, so if it can’t have one of the friend’s group, it will take someone near them that “somewhat” fits the bill. This is where the novel gave me the giggles because the group of friends realize they are playing out the plot of a horror novel so they develop a plan to defeat the demon. Like all plans this one falls apart, which as an avid reader I knew was going to happen because I was only about a third of the way of the book but what I loved was how all of it played out, especially because it came through a very cool plot twist. And if you’ve read any of my reviews before you know I love a plot twist that I didn’t see coming. 

While the thriller of the story was fun, the heart of the novel is the relationship between Devon and Drew. At the beginning of the novel, while Devon is trying to make amends with her sister, the relationship between the two is antagonistic. Devon feels like she doesn’t know her sister anymore since they attend separate schools and is a bit insecure about herself due to being compared to her sister. It is a complicated dynamic and one that many of us could relate to - anyone with sisters would. The horror plot they find themselves in brings them together in a way they haven’t been in a while and through the events they learn more about each other and an appreciation for each other. While the novel is told through Devon’s POV, Drew is such a strong character that she almost feels like a protagonist as well. Both grow through the novel as they learn to open up and trust each other. 

The Blonde Dies First is a fun ride of a book and because you get so drawn into the story, it’s a fast read. With school starting and all the stresses that come with it, Wellington’s newest book is a perfect book when you need a break. 

[lunarleonardo]

I recall you mentioned you have arachnophobia... but what if shuichi was the spider?!?!? super spooky, scariest shuichi au to ever live. Happy early Halloween :3 it's a monster motive au (drew it because I think cobalt blue tarantulas are pretty, arachnophobia part was unintentional. content itself is not scary)

- @blorboindulgence

I'm sure he is the cutest little spider, but I actually cannot look at this </3 No matter how adorable or cartoony it is, I just .. can't do it. I'm the "silent panic attack in another room" type of arachnophobe where I will shake and tremble for hours if and after there's a spider in my house. I will feel it crawling in my skin even if it is just a picture on the screen or in the book. I couldn't shower for three days because there was a spider in there once. THATS the kind of arachnophobe I am :{ it's especially bad during October, tis the season to have spiders FUCKING EVERYWHERE. ಠ⁠︵⁠ಠ

A monster motive sounds SO sick though!! :O I'm a huuuge fan of monster AUs I love seeing how creative people can get (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠) My go-to monster for Shuichi is a vampire. Theres a lot of things you can do with vampires and I like the good ol venom approach. Imagine being paralyzed when a vampire bites you (⁠⊙⁠_⁠◎⁠) even worse imagine that vampire is starvinggg. oh man. Sure would suck to give Shuichi absolutely soul wrenching guilt for hurting one of his friends even more than if he had just asked if he could nibble them a tiny bit. (⁠个⁠_⁠个⁠) man that'd just be awfulll haha right everybody . O_O.

[ace-of-clubs-and-diamonds]

Epitome of Sweet Misery

It had been his idea – to carve his moniker into your flesh, to mark you as his. The two of you’d been going at this long enough that you might as well make it official, and who needed a ring when he had a knife?

Rating: Mature 🔞 Fandom(s): Dead By Daylight, Scream Pairing: Danny Johnson/Ghostface x GN!Reader Word count: 1.1K Content warnings: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, knifeplay, painplay, marking, crying, grinding, choking, threat of death, toxic relationship, it’s not Stockholm Syndrome but it’s got that kind of vibe, voice kink, only mildly tho, implied blowjobs, written with the intent of Ghostface being Danny Johnson but tbh it’s vague enough that you can imagine whichever Ghostface you want AO3 link: Here

Author's Note: Done with Blood Fest Week 4! Keywords were “enliven” and “raw”, and I used the prompts “mask”, “knife”, and “venom”. Fun fact, Danny Johnson was my first ever slasher crush, but I’ve never actually written for him before. So I figured this was a good chance to go ahead and do that! Dunno if I’ll write him again, but I enjoyed this. And I hope you guys do too! <3

You knew it was on purpose. You knew he wanted it to hurt.

Yes, the alcohol was to keep the wound sterilized – “Can’t have you dying on me yet,” he’d whispered, saccharine venom dripping from the words. But the fact that it did hurt, that every dab of the alcohol-soaked cloth after every slice sent fire roaring through your veins? It was fully intentional.

He wasn’t stupid. But he did love to make you squirm.

The gloved hand shifted against your back. You braced yourself. With tender, agonizing slowness, the tip of the knife dragged against your skin. Your flesh split open, spilling more blood down your back and sides, and you grit your teeth, twisted your fingers in the sheets and squeezed your eyes shut to keep more tears from falling. Then the alcohol-soaked cloth followed. Needle-sharp pain burned through the cut. You choked on a sob and shuddered through it, riding out the pain until it faded and only a drunken, dream-like high was left.

“There you go. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he purred. The cheap plastic of his mask brushed against your shoulder. Even with its presence, even with the voice changer, you could still hear the smile in his voice. “You’re doing so good, baby. Only three letters to go.”

He slid his free hand around your waist and pulled you flush against him, your back to the solidness of his front. The fabric of his costume rubbed against your raw, sensitive wounds, and you twitched, biting down a noise of discomfort. But then you were biting down a moan as he rolled his hips and made it impossible to ignore the hardness pressed up against your ass.

A promise for what was to come once you were finished.

It had been his idea – to carve his moniker into your flesh, to mark you as his. The two of you’d been going at this long enough that you might as well make it official, and who needed a ring when he had a knife?  Who needed to announce it to the world when it could be your secret? If he’d said it any earlier, before your fear and dread of his visits shifted to eagerness and anticipation, you would’ve screamed at him. Told him no, are you insane? Permanently fucking up your body so you could never truly be free from him? No. No. He could go shove that knife up his ass.

But now? Once the shock had worn off, glee had taken hold. It didn’t matter that you didn’t know his real name, his real face. He wanted you. He wanted you so badly that he wanted to carve his want into your flesh. The idea of that name – Ghostface – permanently etched into your skin, knowing that you’d be explicitly undeniably his, body and soul, forever….

It was worth it. Worth the pain. Worth the agonizing, teeth-gritting, sob-inducing pain.

You drew in a shaky breath.

Only three letters to go.

“Come on.” He traced little circles along your abdomen, just low enough to be tantalizing. “Don’t give up now. You’re so close.” The way he said it, so suggestively, voice dropping at the last word – your insides clenched. “I’m so close.” Another roll of his hips. You moaned softly.

“Okay,” you panted out. “Okay.”

You leaned forward, giving him access to your back. He hummed with satisfaction and stroked your skin. Admiring the canvas of your body. Before putting brush to canvas and painting it red again.

You held your breath, heart hammering its way up your throat as he cut and carved and sanitized. Tears flowed freely down your cheeks. One cut. Two cuts. A third. A swipe of the alcohol cloth that made you dig your fingernails into your palms and bury your teeth into your lip. The letter “A” done. A long, curving cut next for the “C”. Another wipe of the alcohol cloth. He was hard against you as a sob threatened to escape. He was enjoying this, your pain, your struggle to contain it. Somewhere deep inside, bitterness festered at the thought. But it was soothed by a sweet caress, by a whispered, “You’re so good for me. Almost there, baby.”

And oh, did you want to be good for him.

You were soaked in sweat and blood at this point. Lungs too small as you tried to get enough air in to combat the pain, to keep from jerking away or squirming at the wrong moment. Almost there almost there almost there. Four more cuts, one more swipe of alcohol, and you were done.

Fuck, fuck, you could do this.

One cut. The vertical stem of the “E”. A whimper forced its way out. A tremor went through your body. You desperately clutched at the sheets. Then a horizontal line coming from the bottom of the stem. Pain burned through every muscle, every vein, every atom.

Then the third line.

You couldn’t help it. A cry burst out of you as you arched in pain. Then a hand clamped around your throat, cutting you off mid-sob. You choked. Struggled for air. Writhed.

“You were doing so well,” he hissed in your ear. Even as he sounded angry, he sounded excited, enlivened, as if your failure was just more fuel for his pleasure. “You were so close. You almost did it perfectly. And you messed it up at the last second.”

You clawed at his fingers around your windpipe. Your head swam, pulse pounding like a jackhammer to the skull. And then he let you go. You doubled over, hacking and desperately sucking air in. Even as you struggled to breathe, heat and arousal flooded your system. At this point, what was the threat of death but an aphrodisiac?

“What am I going to do with you, hmm?” You barely heard his words over the sound of your own coughing. Not till fingers were digging into your cheeks and forcing you to look into the lifeless eyes of the contorted, screaming mask. Tears blurred your vision, even as you thought, He loves me. Surely, he loves me. “Now what?” he whispered.

You could guess. Punishment, of some kind. A teasing, delicious, cruel punishment where he got to cum and you didn’t, where he used you like a mindless fucktoy to satisfy his own pleasure and you weren’t allowed to give yourself any release.

“Get down on the ground.”

You instantly crawled off the bed and dropped to your knees. And as you looked up at him, at that pale visage as he stood before you and started unbuckling his belt, anticipation heated your gut and pooled lower down.

What were you if not a loving victim and a perfect plaything?

[t00nyah]

SO! A THING ABOUT THE ART CHALLENGE I TALKED ABOUT IN MY LAST POST...

we ended up trading characters. LMAO. it was so funny how we just were like WAIT CAN I GET THIS ONE PLEASE PLEASE

SO. ABOUT MY COOL AND AWESOME IDEAS.

if you're an old t00nyan...you know splatoon changed me as a person.

but there's one particular thing i really like making characters based off...

SEA SLUGS. (please stay till the end the final artwork is the best thing i ever drew and is like the equivalent of me learning splatoon style AND there's umm something cool you need to know.)

so. literally everyone knows i love sea bunnies for looking so so so cute and silly. i always say white lizards are like sea bunnies to me. and as you all know i love gathering a lot of facts and applying them to the character.

first, i've decided to make it somewhat atypical to what people are more used to see...as far as i know yellow sea bunnies are more common than white ones. and it works! the character looks way better than when it was white haha. speaking of appearance, of course they're small, sea bunnies are teeny tiny!!!!!!!!!

from what i've read for this challenge, apparently sea bunnies use jellyfish stingers for self-defense, huge if true bc that's why this fella holds a jellyfish. they highly depend on stunning predators to outrun them in my vision. also, um. wiki mentions that the sponges sea bunnies feed on contain toxins that can be used in cancer treatment, so you know what that means. in MY concept it's like... them being a rotting iterator's last hope or smth, which would be funny because being toxic also equals to being a little shit personality-wise. imagine your last hope is a creature that won't stop throwing jellyfish at you.

next one is a cabbage slug! it's a very pretty one!! i actually have a splatoon oc Elysia based on them haha.

this particular photo was my reference for the blueish palette but they can be veeery colorful and veeery pretty...

i don't have anything in my head for this one, i just felt like i HAD to make an elysia crispata slugcat. they're just nice, herbivore, love sunbathing and just enjoy being here!

so. last one is like my MAGNUM OPUS. at first i didn't even consider it. i wanted to make an octopus based one for branding reasons but then i saw this shitter.

im sorry im not actually mean to them but. this guy is a blue dragon. i randomly saw them and went 'oh yeah they exist, wonder what they'd be like. could be a cool design.'

THE RESULT...

IS THIS GUY.

so. blue dragons, apparently, prey on bigger predators and then store their most dangerous venom to use it on their next prey. but it also ends up even more deadly that the predators'.

so i went okay. if that's not a cool concept, i don't know what is. and then...things went kind of too far.

introducing to you: The Weaponeer.

food requirement: 8(10) [quite obviously eats corpses with 1/4 pip from blue fruit and stuff]

they're fast, (NOT as fast as rivulet, but faster than hunter, probably like 1.45x) have bigger lung capacity (~4.25x, a lot, but not as much as rivulet has) and have a 'special ability' of sorts

the Weaponeer is a master in self-defence and knows well how to utilize its' predators' weapons as their own. they can deshell overgrown(!) centipedes, demask vultures and steal king vultures' harpoons (without needing a spear, practically like a maul but it only works for this and only due to the Weaponeer just knowing how to do that more practically)

their base damage is 1.0, BUT using harpoon spears multiplies it to 1.5 (although i think it lowers throwing skill considering it's heavy and giant, they can't exactly throw it, it's more of a melee weapon. it probably slows them down too?)

i have a little campaign idea too! so, wiki mentions them being washed up on the shore sometimes...and that felt like an idea.

the Weaponeer is a capable and very confident slugcat, but they are lost far from home in Deserted Faraway - a result of some poor planning of the Ancients. once a river, now a cavern full of adapted to new circumstances living beings. the region has two subregions, one of them being a cave system and the other being the remains of the iterator that was doomed right from the start. when the Weaponeer arrives to Deserted Faraway, it's already its own blooming ecosystem.

im really proud of how this menu art turned out! i hope i will get to draw more artworks like that someday...when im not that busy, haha. it did take me an entire DAY to finish this one.

i intended to sell them initially just bc they ended up pretty cool so...THAT'S WHAT I'M DOING. i sadly can't really...actually...sell them for money...which is very fucking dissatisfying.

BUT. but. if you know me you know i'm desperate for OC fanart, so if you really want them trading for art is an option!!! my dms are open :]

but yeah, thanks for looking at this, it took me a while and im actually proud of this project!!

[sennenpharaoh]

Brush With Darkness

Atem had been asleep for the better part of the whole night. Visitors of all kinds: human... fae... Duel Spirits... hell, even a Guardian Angel. They all came to stay by his side at one point. Atem had greeted each and every one of them, thanking them for their assistance, some he'd never be able to repay. It was because of their kindness and strength that he was able to rest, his body, mind, and magic exhausted from the battle against the corrupted creature.

---

Inside the corridors that was his Soul Room, Atem had been laying down, curled up on the floor, his body as tired and worn out as his actual body in the hospital. Ever since he retreated to the safety of his mind he had been hearing... whispers. Voices. Instinctually he cupped his ears to mute out the sound.

"Stop... please... let me rest. So... tired."

Almost as if on command the voices began to quiet. Until a very familiar voice rang through the halls. One he had heard many, many times.

"You saw it, right? You saw the truth."

"I..." Atem responded, as if this voice was worth listening to. "I..."

"You were right, after all. You saw the Parasite for what he truly was."

"I... I was right."

"Then why don't you say it? You're right there, just take that step forward."

Silence.

"Still going to be that coward I see. Pity."

Footsteps were heard, stopping at Atem's body on the floor. Atem slowly removed his hands from his ears to look in the direction of the footsteps to see...

"You! How?!" He stood up, facing the other. "You were to be locked away! I made sure that--"

"You kept me away from that corrupted creature? Aww, how sweet of you. But it looks like that didn't happen, now did it? After all..."

"How else do you think you were able to destroy that creature?"

His eyes widened. "What are you talking about?"

"Did you honestly think that with your limited magic you would defeat a being possessed by the stone's power? Well... did you? Especially after spewing such venom towards both creatures?"

"Wait, what did you say...?" Atem drew back, bringing a hand to his lips. What was it that he said to the two that attacked him?

"You dare wield the power that has taken so much from us. The power that once claimed the soul of the boy we valued more than our own life. The power wielded by the man who preyed on our loneliness. The power that once nearly wiped an entire kingdom. And you dare sit here... wear my visage... and claim that power for you own. You are no King at all! You are nothing but a monster, and I will put a stop to you right here, and right now!" "I was right about you this whole time. To have this... thing inside you... it makes me sick. How you managed to manipulate the others, Aibou, and my Colonel, into believing you were redeemable with your power I have no idea. But after this... you will not come near my Colonel ever again."

The memories were vivid, fitting for what his Soul Room represented, and Atem could hear them loud and clear. Putting both hands to his mouth he stepped back, the realization of what he had said scaring him.

"It's amazing what truths come out when you let that stone come closer to you, now is it? You made the mistake of fighting that creature, and letting it attack you, come near you, touch you. You got too close. Even you must be aware of your susceptibility to the stone's influence ever since you first used it. Even now, it still affects you. That's why you run away from it, isn't it? And because of your little brush with the Parasite cursed with that stone's power... it's all coming back to you... isn't it? The darkness that you deny, even now... it's coming out."

"That's a lie!"

"Is it? Then take a look at your chest."

Atem looked down at his chest, then gasped in shock as a tiny black flame appeared, right where his heart was located.

"What have you done to me?"

"I've done nothing. It's what you've done by letting yourself get close to the stone. You know what the stone does to you, yet you did it anyway. And now... your true darkness is finally starting to reemerge. Look at it, the smallest of flames, a tiny spark. It's almost pretty."

Atem grasped at his chest, trying to snuff out the "flame" that was slowly burning.

"You still don't get it. You still wish to hide, and conceal, and run away. I've told you, over and over again. The truth will come out. All you have to do... is admit it."

"No... I refuse!" He began to shake as he argued with this dark mirror.

"So then... you think that creature can be redeemed? The creature who hurt you so much, whose dark power has plagued your nightmares ever since Death Valley? The creature who has gotten close to your magician? The creature you allowed to get close to your Colonel--"

"HE WILL NEVER COME NEAR MY COLONEL!!!"

Atem finally shouted, shooting a direct stare at the dark mirror, though something was... different. His eyes, usually violet and warm, were cold and crimson, more of a blank anger.

"He... he will never come near my Colonel. I will not allow such a monster... to come near those I care about. I... I hate him. I hate that Parasite of a monster..."

Silence as Atem's voice now rang through the halls of his Soul Room. Though... as soon as the echoes became quiet, Atem's eyes returned their color just as quickly as they changed. Realizing what had just happened... he covered his mouth once again.

"Oh no... what have I done...?"

Panicked tears began to form in his eyes as the realization of what he had just said set in. He had disdain and disgust for that creature but... hate? Did he really hate that corrupted mirror?

The dark mirror, Yami, walked forward, raising a hand to wipe the tears from Atem's eyes. "You're starting to see it now. You're learning to embrace your truth. That darkness right there, what you just felt... that... is why you defeated him. Until you learn to accept the truth of yourself, you will never see that strength again. You will forever be the coward everyone sees you as. But once you learn to embrace it..." He walked past, giving Atem a shove on the back.

"It's time to wake up. Don't keep everyone waiting~"

---

Back in the hospital bed, Atem finally was able to open his eyes, feeling quite rested after a night of exhaustion, questions, and visitors. Able to sit up he looked around, seeing who was still in the room with him.

"Aibou? Colonel? Everyone? Where are you?"