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rafeandonlyrafe ¡ 7 months ago
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obsessive love
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warnings: 18+ only!!!, smut!!!, MURDER!!!, SERIAL KILLER!RAFE, PSYCHO!RAFE but sweet with reader, best friends to lover, DESCRIPTIONS OF BLOOD AND STABBING, physical violence, psycho!reader as well!, romanticization/sexualization of murder?, mentions of stalking (in the past), road head, blowjob, p in v sex, semi public sex, rafe beating up your dates tehe, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT (advisement to take caution and heed warnings! ty)
rafe is only half paying attention as the movie plays out on the screen. he’s far more focused on the way you’re tucked into him, squealing every time a jumpscare happens and ducking your head into his chest with a wide smile on your face.
it’s not unusual for you to get touchy with him, to cuddle in bed after a day together or hold hands when in a crowd. but lately rafe has found it difficult to not take things further. he has loved you since first grade. not had a crush on like some people like to say. no, rafe only knows deep, obsessive love for you.
it’s why you barely dated anyone high school, rafe was always there to beat your date up and make sure they didn’t reveal it was him. afterall, you’re his best friend. he just wants you to be happy. happy and with him. no one else deserves you, or can protect you the way he can, go to the extreme lengths rafe will.
rafe realized he was in deep shit when he was stalking one of your dates that he wasn’t able to get to. he dropped you off on your front porch and had the audacity to kiss you. rafe exploded the second you were inside. you found your date a bleeding and bruised pulp still on your doorstep the next morning.
“its not even that scary.” rafe chuckles, teasing you as you grip onto his forearm.
“yes it is!” you love getting scared. it’s what you often say is your worst feature. you may scream your head off at horror movies, but you’ll still drag rafe along to haunted houses come halloween and stay up late binging your favorite thrillers with a smile on your face despite the chills down your spine.
rafe forces himself to pay attention to the last couple minutes of the movie. its entertaining enough to distract him from wanting to pull you closer to him, to never let you go, to always keep you by his side where you're safe and happy.
an idea forms in rafes head as he watches the two characters finally kill the serial killer that had murdered all of their friends and tried to go after them. he watches the way they embrace, relief on their faces as they kiss, bonded together forever from the shared trauma.
rafe smiles as you ask him if he’s up for another movie, purposely navigating you to one involving an in love couple and people getting mysteriously murdered in their small town. rafe knows what he’s going to do to keep you close, to play into your fear and need for him.
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“holy shit!” you grab the remote, unmuting the tv. you would apologize for using the language in front of wheezie, but she has just a bad of mouth as you do, and very little supervision now that ward is dead and rose fled with what little money she had left.
you both watch the news report on the edge of your seat, the anchor giving details on the recent murder in kildare. it’s a boy you went to school with, but haven’t spoken to since graduation. when the anchor begins to go over details of the murder, you click the tv off.
“hey!” wheezie argues, scrunching her brow as she looks at you, but you just shake your head. “you don’t need to be watching that kind of stuff, wheeze.”
you stand up to find rafe, eyes glancing around nervously, as if whoever murdered the boy could be lurking inside tanneyhill. you don’t realize that the murderer is just the man you want to see.
“rafe, oh my god!” you cry out when you round the corner to find him walking down the hallway. you fling your arms around his shoulders. he’s shocked for only a second before pulling you in, holding you by your waist as the words spill from your mouth, recounting the news to him.
“oh, that’s terrible.” he frowns, hand gliding up and down your back. “you better stay the night tonight, yeah?” he offers. it’s hours away from dark, but you certainly don’t want to venture home after hearing the news.
“yeah, if you don’t mind.” you feel your cheeks blush slightly, knowing you’ll end up sharing a bed with rafe as always.
“i never mind.” he smiles at you.
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you wrap your arms around yourself as you watch the news report. the third murder in just under a month just took place last night. you lean against rafe, who presses a kiss to the top of your head.
“i can’t believe we knew all three people killed.” they weren’t particular gruesome deaths, most just a couple stabs with a sharp knife and leaving them to bleed out, there was no passion in the murder itself, no torturing or postmortem injuries.
“i know, it’s scary.” rafe is glad you can’t see the smile on his face. you already spent most nights anyways, but now you’re over more and more, only feeling safe when you have rafes arms around you. it makes it a little hard for him to slip away, but he finds the time.
“and not the fun kind of scary.” you pout. “although…” you trail off, almost like you didn’t mean to say it.
“although what?” rafe questions. 
you sit up a little straighter, wiping your hands on your pants. “it’s a little exciting, isn’t it?” you admit. “that makes me sick, doesn’t it?”
rafe shakes his head, pulling away slightly to see your big innocent eyes blinking up at him as you continue to explain. “obviously it’s terrible these people are dead but… god, it’s exhilarating!” your words switch to rambling as you finally get your feelings out. “like the thrill of knowing there’s someone out there killing people, it just makes me feel so alive! as long as i don’t get killed or anyone close to me-”
“i won’t kill you.” rafe says the words to stop your rambling, not even realizing his slip up. “i won’t let you get killed.” he quickly corrects himself.
“i know.” you look rafe up and down. he can tell when your face shifts into one of sheer concentration, mind slowly piecing the puzzle together. rafe needs to do something now before it all comes together.
he could scream or yell for wheezie or… rafe leans in and presses his lips against yours, mouths molding together. you hesitate for a moment before kissing back, much to rafes relief.
“i won’t let you get killed because i love you.” rafe says, hand cupping your jaw to bring you in for another kiss.
“oh, rafe.” you coo, smooching all across his face before landing on his lips again. “i love you too!”
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it’s harder now that you’re moved in. you went from spending most nights in rafes bed to making tanneyhill your home as well, cuddling and kissing every night until you’re off to sleep.
he doesn’t need to kill as much now anyways, besides he’s got most of the boys from high school who looked at you a little too hard in your shorts for gym class, or said lude things about you when you weren’t around.
you’re well and truly his, but rafe can’t help himself. he loves the way you hide in his arms when a murder happens, how you kiss him deeply and tell him you love him so much, how you’re so glad that something good came out of something terrible and that you’re together now.
rafe waits until you’re fast asleep before slipping his arm out from under you. he grabs the knife from the back of his closet before heading out. he just needs someone. to stab and maim someone. it’s been months since the serial killers last appearance, and people are starting to relax again, including you, even asking if rafe minded if you went out with your girlfriends without him.
rafe does what he needs to do. he doesn’t enjoy the act itself, but he doesn’t dislike the feeling after either. he walks back into the house, knife bloody but wiped off on the victims own clothes as to not drip all over the house as he sneaks in.
his footsteps pause when he sees you standing there, robe wrapped around your shoulders. he knows you see it. he knows you know everything.
“baby, please don’t leave me i-”
“can i come with you next time?” 
“what?” your question shocks rafe, his voice raising before glancing up the stairs to make sure he didn’t wake wheezie.
“next time you kill someone. will you take me with you?” you ask, glancing at the knife, hating the rush you feel over your whole body when seeing it. it’s the last confirmation you needed for what you have been suspecting.
“i-baby, i don’t need to kill anymore. i’ll stop, it was just-”
“no.” you shake your head. “rafe, i don’t care. you can keep doing it. it’s… exciting.” you’re not ashamed this time when admitting it. you used to be worried about the murders but now you know there’s truly no need. rafe would never hurt you.
“okay.” he swallows, stepping closer, glad that you don’t turn away as you accept a kiss pressed to your lips. “okay, i’ll bring you next time.”
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“shit, that was exciting!” you squeal, smiling as you turn to rafe. “seeing the life drain out of his eyes? and god, you were so hot when you stabbed him!”
“baby, you sound crazy.” rafe chuckles, easily gliding the car around the turns of the backroads, heading back towards home.
“rafe, you are a literal serial killer, i don’t think you should lecture me on sounding crazy.” you giggle, not even tired despite the late hour from all the adrenaline. “and god, you looked so hot stabbing that guy.”
you reach over and run your fingers down his forearm, remembering the way his muscles bulged and stretch when swinging the knife. your hand moves from rubbing his arm to his thigh, only pretending that your movements are innocent for a minute before you slide your hand up to his crotch, rubbing at his length, feeling it harden in his pants.
“baby-” rafe groans, eyes flicking between you, your hand, and the road in front of him illuminated by his headlights.
“just keep driving, it's okay.” you unbuckle so you can lean across the center console, lips pressing against his neck, tongue darting out to taste his skin.
you tug at the front of his sweatpants, rafe lifting his hips to assist you as the car engine roars. you grip his cock, teeth running over his jaw teasingly, never biting down as you stroke him eagerly, wanting to thank him for continuing his killing spree, for starting it for you and allowing you to take part.
“let me suck you off.” you gather your hair to one side, fucking your head until you're bent sideways. you hold rafes cock with one hand at his base while your lips sink down around the head, moaning at the familiar taste on your lips.
“fuck.” rafe swerves slightly, glad there's no one else on the road as you suck and lick at him, not caring that you're dripping spit down your chin from your movements.
“lemme pull over baby.” rafe says. he knows how much you like the excitement, the rare possibility someone could drive by, but he needs you hop0ing on his dick.
“fiiiine.” you say dramatically, going right back to sucking him off until rafe pulls on a dirt road. you work your shorts and panties off so the second the car is shifted into park, you swing your legs over to straddle rafe.
“shit, you're so wet.” rafe groans as you rub his cock through your folds.
“i told you.” you smirk at rafe. “you looked so hot killing that guy.”
you sink down before rafe can reply. 
the murders shift from rafe doing them in secret to make you rely on him, to force you closer, to something you do together, you often doing the planning while rafe finishes the task with violence.
you barely get back to the car before you jump on him, needing to feel his fingertips digging into your hips while he fucks ever, even if there are still specks of blood on him.
you know you won't get caught. no one would expect the former troubled teen turned happily domesticated man, raising his little sister after his father's death with his faithful girlfriend, to be the one behind the violence.
you see no reason to stop as rafe wipes his knife clean for what feels like the hundredth time.
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rebouks ¡ 3 months ago
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Courtney: Take a right here. Oscar: Absolutely not. Courtney: C’mon! I have an idea. Oscar: Getting arrested for kidnapping is a terrible idea. [Oscar rolled his eyes as Courtney grinned and raised her hand threateningly; snorting, he threw the indicator on and pulled over with acquiescence, lest she get any ideas and grab the steering wheel herself] … Courtney: Is Levi ready? Nadia: For? Courtney: Camping. Nadia: He’s not going. Courtney: Oh-.. we’ve already booked a spot for him. Nadia: Hm. Courtney: It’d be easier if he were out of your hair for a week though-.. right? [Nadia squinted at the slightly unkempt woman before her; she was clearly mistaken in her previous assumptions that Courtney was a simple, feebleminded housewife] Nadia: Don’t take me for a fool. Courtney: Alright, what’s it gonna be then? Nadia: LEVI! Nadia: Do you want to go camping with these.. people? Levi: I thought you said-… Nadia: Do. You. Want. To. Go? … Nadia: That was quick-.. you won’t bring any bad habits back, will you? Levi: I’ll try not to. Nadia: I’ll miss you, sweetheart. [Levi clenched his bag tightly and ignored his mother’s outstretched arms, knowing full well they’d remain firmly plastered to her waist were there not a car full of Finch’s right next to them] Levi: Hey-.. scootch over, losers. Ava: Hi, Levi’s mommy! [Levi shut the door before Nadia could respond, catching naught but a glimpse of her upturned nose as Oscar sped off]
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rafecameronsslxt ¡ 2 years ago
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I can't get the thought of Rafe making you touch yourself and the later assisting you and roughly fucking you all while Barry watches just😩
C'mon baby
Rafe Cameron x Reader
Minors DNI
Warnings: Smut, fingering, masturbating, p in v, rough Rafe, bruising, light dirty talk, and implied after care.
A/N: I'm not into Barry but like you never know…
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Rafe has been acting weirdly sweet, a sickening sweet like pink cotton confection made untouched at the carnival. As a dutiful boyfriend, he takes you out to your favorite restaurant by the ocean, platonic cuddles at the beach because they’d usually lead to sex, and sweet talking you to let his coke dealer watch you guys have sex at the end of the day in his bedroom. Despite Barry being good-looking and muscular, you were off-the-charts nervous, and your body was rigid to the touch.
   “Rafe, but,” You trail off after your boyfriend tells you Barry is halfway here. “C’mon baby, you’ll do great. Barry’s cool.” Rafe begins to pepper kisses from your jawline to your shoulder and then slowly rubs his thumbs over your shoulders, massaging you. You unwind in his hands, the tensity built up in your muscles, leaving with each benign knead. “He’s here.” Rafe leans down to kiss you delicately while you look at him through your lashes. The innocent look on your face makes him smile as he walks out of the room. Once he leaves, you quickly search Rafe’s drawers for an oversized shirt; finding a polo, you take off your bra but leave your panties on. 
   Their footsteps inch closer, and you position yourself on your knees to sit on your back legs with a seductive grin, watching them walk in; both of their eyes descend to your nipples, poking through the navy blue-white striped button-up. Rafe’s face contorts into pride, and Barry looks more than pleased, both already sporting a hard-on at the sight of your perfect perky tits. “Princess,” He says solemnly. Barry sits in the comfortable chair beside the bed, pushed to the wall, creating a little distance between you and him. That is precisely why Rafe liked this, Barry could watch, but he couldn’t touch you. Not to lay a finger on your pretty body just so your boyfriend could show off your beauty as long as you were ok with it. 
   Rafe moved onto the bed behind you, pushing your thighs open for Barry while Rafe sucked on your neck to leave purple spots. “Take off your panties to show him your pretty pussy.” He whispered against your ear, looking to Barry, who seemed to be waiting on you. You stop, sitting on your knees so you can spread your legs wide, giving Barry the ideal view of you slightly, lifting your hips, throwing your black panties on the floor near his feet, and showing off your flawless white teeth and then Rafe brings your hand to your mound. “Rub your clit, but start slow, hmm?” You nod, obliging, but first, massage your wetness to your clit and begin rubbing light circles that emit whimpers from your mouth. Next, Rafe brings his hands under your shirt to fully cup both breasts. Barry starts to palm himself through his jeans, watching your idle speed grow quicker until your jaw is slack and you're leaning on Rafe for support. “Finger yourself.” You ease your middle finger into your tightness, and you can only imagine Rafe’s cock splitting you open. You observe Barry while he unzips his pants and takes his lengthy cock out.
   The view of Barry stroking himself has you getting more aroused and thrusting two fingers in. Rafe is pinching your hard buds and raising the shirt over your boobs to display them, only adding to the sweat beading on your forehead and your hair sticking to your face. Your legs shake visibly, and you close your eyes until Rafe removes your hand and aggressively tugs his shirt over your head, tossing it on the floor. “Rafe.” You whine out, desperate to be touched again, to be whole. “She’s so fucking needy, huh, Barry?” He agrees with Rafe, and Barry’s eyes darken as he thrusts himself into his hand languidly. “So needy,” His voice wanders. 
   Rafe pushes your body to the bed so that your head hangs off enough to see an upside-down Barry masturbating, his mouth parted in a haze, looking into your eyes. Unexpectedly Rafe thrusts into you, causing a loud pornographic moan and the bed to creak with each drive of his dick. “Fuck Barry, it feels so good!” You cry out, your manicured fingers grasping Rafe’s shoulders, indenting your nails to his skin. You wrap your legs around Rafe’s waist, which creates a deep thrust bottoming out while Rafe’s big hands clasp your tits, almost hurting, but the snap of his hips against yours suffices the pain; Rafe unwraps your legs from his waist and flips you over so not that you're on top. You bring your hands down to his chest and start grinding on his dick, setting your own pace until Rafe bruisingly grabs your hips, stilling your movements and completely pounding into your cunt. Piercing yet pleasurable moans and grunts come from all three of you as Rafe slaps your ass to leave a red imprint and grabs your flesh roughly.
   Your eyes shut from overstimulation while you rub your clit weakly. Rafe grabs your chin, and you can faintly hear him say look at Barry. You do, but your vision is blurred, your inner muscles clamp around Rafe’s dick with each hit of your cervix, and tears stream down your face as every noise of Rafe and Barry plunges to white noise until your legs give out, falling onto Rafe’s chest, your own heaving up and down while you feel Rafe’s cum spurt into you. You lift your head to look at Barry, sweating, and his hand covered in his cum, some of it dripping down to his jeans. He leans back in relief but gets up and heads to the bathroom. 
   Before you get off your boyfriend, give him a chaste peck and cover yourself in the crumpled duvet, watching Rafe throw shorts on. Barry comes back out. “Thanks for the show, princess.” He says, walking out with Rafe, making your cheeks twist to red. 
   Rafe comes jogging into the room. “Mhm, I’ll draw us a bath. Are you ok, baby?” He asks with genuine concern. You expose your crimson and slightly bruised body to him. “Yes, but you better cuddle me all day tomorrow. No excuses. Your schedule will be cleared.” You say as he smiles at your silliness, but you're dead serious and lean up to kiss Rafe softly.
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monotone-artist ¡ 8 months ago
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the siblings of all time tbh
[id: several digital drawings of shadow the hedgehog and maria robotnik. shadow is wearing purple pajama pants with slightly lighter star pattern; maria wears a couple different outfits throughout the drawings, and for most of them shadow doesn't have the inhibitor rings on.
first drawing is of a young shadow, sitting back and bristling, his arms braced on the floor as he glares.
second drawing, maria is sitting down with her legs out in front of her, feet crossed. she's wearing a bluish shirt with a graphic on it: an orange circle, inside of which is a mountain silhouette with a lake in front. shadow is seated by her, his chin resting on his arms which he's crossed on her legs. he glances away from her, looking a little upset. maria rests on hand atop his head, and she's a little concerned but still slightly smiles encouragingly.
third drawing, shadow is sitting hunched forward, elbow on his knee to rest his head in his hand. he's staring vacantly at the ground in front of him, quills on end. little sparks fly off his body. text pointing to him reads, "pre-inhibitor rings, absolute overstimulation sensory nightmare."
fourth drawing is an upper body shot of shadow, pointedly staring ahead with his arms crossed. he says, "what the fuck?" in the background, maria puts her hands on her hips and crossly exclaims, "Shadow!"
fifth drawing, shadow is standing with his back partially turned toward the viewer, glancing over his shoulder. his brows are furrowed anxiously as he twists his hands together.
final drawing, shadow is finally wearing his inhibitor rings, and he has on maria's mountain silhouette shirt (which is a bit big for him) as well as his pj pants. he has his arms stretched out on either side as he peers curiously down at the shirt. maria is beside him, wearing a blue dress with darker hems and a striped skirt. she's leaning her weight on a crutch and appears a bit more sickly than before, but she's grinning down at him as she gestures with her free hand. end id]
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miesozernacma ¡ 3 months ago
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just rewatched the first venom.
loved the part where venom made out with eddie sloppy style
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s0fter-sin ¡ 1 month ago
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they really 50/50’d the thunderbolts with characters i like and characters i couldn’t give less of a shit about
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cowardlycowboys ¡ 2 months ago
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everyone say good job at the vet cowboy tb
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mechazushi ¡ 21 days ago
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It's FINISHED!!!!!
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TA-DAAAAA!!!!
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AND I MADE HIS *SS GLOW IN THE DARK!!!!!!!
So what possessed me to make this was that I went into a comic shop that me and my dad stop at when we get the chance because it's a little out of the way and as I'm at the counter paying for my manga haul that I managed to get away with, I look at the counter and buried under some candy was these Kaiju Number 8 stickers! They had the whole set and it was the only ones that they had, but they were 5 bucks a piece. I spent, like, a whole 30 seconds debating if I wanted to tack on another 30 bucks onto an already expensive haul before my brain went, "Uh, you can't break up a set, dumb*ss." So I ended up bying them anyway 🤣
I then ended up with Sticker Indecision (tm) and I couldn't commit to placing them anywhere. My laptop is already full, and my journal that I have for DnD is getting there + the stickers are kinda big so I don't think I could have fitted them on there anyway. I almost contemplated putting them on the side of my bookcase that faces my bed which led me to the bright idea to be an overdramatic idiot and make a WHOLE *SS TAPESTRY to house these stickers.
Sooooo..... yeah. My family thinks I'm insane now.
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bansheenolan ¡ 5 months ago
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YOUNG SCOTT: Where's Roxy? YOUNG MELISSA: Sweetheart, she didn't make it... YOUNG SCOTT: Where's Roxy? MELISSA: Try not to talk. Try not to talk.
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nekucreates ¡ 4 months ago
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Sonic Chronicles is always going to be one of my Sonic games. Like, none of the other narratives have gripped me as much as this game did. You get to go on an epic space adventure?! And there's this cool girl called Shade? And the dialogue is really funny? And Shadow is in this and written really well?! Sign me up!
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gregoftom ¡ 1 year ago
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what do you mean you don’t think you’re gonna be buried at my side
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catkin-morgs-kookaburralover ¡ 6 months ago
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saviour
She picks it up, gasping. The last barrier, her child, is gone. It is time to rest, and she has been ready for so long.
Still: she hesitates.
He tackles her, and she lands hard. Her eyes are wild and she struggles to be free; he does not let her.
“Give it to me.” His voice is dry and crisp and lacks emotion. She hesitates again, then hands it over with numb fingers. Then she makes eye contact.
Vaniah looks very tired as he says, “Why?”
“You know why.”
His eyes close and his shoulders sag a little. “I left the child with Anneka,” he says quietly. “You can meet her someday, if you like.”
“Who is Anneka?” She doesn’t care, but has to say something to fill in the empty space.
The smile reaches his eyes and she likes the way it makes him look. “My wife. We’ll take care of your child—if you want us to.”
“I never want to see her again.” Her voice catches, and she cannot look him in the eyes. “I want to die, Vaniah.”
“I know.” He pushes back his sleeve and shows her scarring; it is terrible to see, but it seems like his destiny.
“I’ve wanted to for a long time. I stayed for the child. Now she doesn’t need me.”
“The world needs you. Mordecai needs you.”
She shakes her head. “I haven’t spoken to Mordecai in a long, long time.”
“He still loves you,” says Vaniah with certainty. His expression is very gentle, and she still cannot look at him. “I met him in the street recently; and he has forgiven me.”
“I have been a fool.” She is unable to speak any further.
“So have I: and God has forgiven me.”
“What do I care of God?” and she is blazing with rage. “Where was he when I went through hell?”
Vaniah is silent. At last he says, “Right beside you.”
“I thought you didn’t believe in God.” She studies his hands, wondering if she can wrench it free and complete her mission.
Vaniah sees her gaze and shifts his hands more securely. “I didn’t. I do now. But if you don’t want to talk about it we don’t have to.”
Her shoulders slump and she wants to cry. “I don’t want to live, Vaniah.”
“Neither did I. At risk of sounding cliched: it gets better. Life becomes worth the living.”
“Teach me to live.” Her voice is bitter, sarcastic. “If you’re going to stop me dying, teach me to live!” This time she does cry.
For the rest of her life she remembers how he looks at her, at the kindness and love with which he treats her. How he doesn’t pity her. How he saves her from her worst enemy, herself. How he doesn’t leave her alone until he’s found someone else who can take care of her.
How he shows her the first light she’s seen in her personal darkness for a very long time.
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mintsandapples ¡ 7 months ago
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nat : none of those emergency hides for her. no, something custom. we measure, you get to work, i walk her through the screamsticks - god help her - then she sleeps so she can face oblivion with some pep! and we do an all-nighter. 
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roychewtoy ¡ 1 year ago
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shots from simons flickr account
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saltwatersweets ¡ 9 months ago
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i like to imagine that sometime in between ep7 and ep8, charlie takes vaggie to cannibal town to help train some of the residents who will fight in the upcoming extermination, and while visiting vaggie sees the kid she spared and maybe gets to have a proper conversation with him and/or his family
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#i know that vaggie probably looks rather different than she did three+ years ago when she fell#but i definitely feel as though if you were a sinner who was about to be brutally stabbed by an angel#and then she Didnt Stab You#i think you’d be able to recognize her even if you’re fairly young#(also i know some people think that all the cannibals are hellborn but i believe that some are sinners and some are hellborn)#(this child being hellborn would make no sense because that means vaggie was kicked out for sparing a hellborn child)#(aka doing what she is legally supposed to do)#(so being a cannibal will probably get you into hell regardless of age)#also i really like the idea of vaggie and charlie getting to see the good that came out of her actions#assuming lute and adam didnt just go immediately kill the child she spared (it can be applied the extermination ended almost immediately#after vaggie fell given that you can see charlie walking around looking for injured sinners just a few minutes later so hopefully the#child survived)#then i like to believe the child ran home and got to tell the people who care for him that story#and maybe someone will even thank vaggie for her mercy#in a very strange way givennthat they are cannibals and all#think of a cat who kills mice and gives them to you. that’s probably how cannibals show love except with human limbs#anyways i want to write a one shot about this tbh#my post#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel vaggie#hazbin vaggie#hazbin hotel cannibal town#cannibalism#should probably tag that just in case lmfao#does this cannibal child have a name#im calling him#spared cannibal child#very very original and thoughtful name i know i know#hazbin hotel charlie#charlie morningstar
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cyarsk52-20 ¡ 4 days ago
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what i hate is that ppl tried to play this as ohhh sympathy this sympathy that, BTCH SHE WAS GETTING TORMENTED! Like she was called a DEMON! for getting shot.. her mom just died and she didn’t have any other family members to support her like these ppl are evil
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the way men band behind abusers is fucking evil like you really can't trust any of them I'm sick
patriarchy is Femicide
Misogyny is Femicide
Misogynoir is Femicide
the worst part of all of this is that the tory fans and men in the industry were almost happy to become extensions of tory’s abuse. y’all literally helped him abuse her. i will NEVER forget that.
diddy, Chris brown, LeBron: I hope you burn in hell and the same goes for everyone else who dehumanize her to slut out for her abuser and tormentor!
Megan is too kind for me I would have turned into a serial murderer
like I would’ve crashed out sooooo bad like all those niggas who have been exposed would be dead
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