#alikou's just too powerful together lmao

[sayakxmi]

I've really just had a realization that Sinbad told Kougyoku that Alibaba knew about Zepar... while Alibaba was still considered dead...

It'd make sense if he used that once Alibaba came back, to divide them, since Alibaba was pretty instrumental in Kou's revival, but what did he think he'd gain by telling her earlier? Literally my best idea is he'd done that to gaslight her, but, damn, using a dead man's name to do so? Very low.

[sleepyangelkami]

Recently got into the walking dead and let me just say i’m obsessed with your carl fics. It’s alarming how many times i’ve read them lmao.

CLINGY c.grimes

 ☆ WORD COUNT - 2.4K

CARL GRIMES X FEM!READER

 ☆ SUMMARY - being clingy was the most natural thing in you and carl's relationship after all the trauma you'd both endured. but when things get too much for carl, he shuts you out, leaving you to assume only the worst.

 ☆ WARNINGS - clingy relationship, crying, blood, gore, mentions of death, walkers, mean!carl, yelling, stress, mentions of violence, weapons, (2) use of y/n, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

clingy was a word you had much distaste for.

when the world literally ended, there wasn't much to do aside from survive and hold onto your loved ones. you'd been alone so long, people slowly falling, dying, leaving. before you knew it, it was just you and the group you'd found. well, they'd found you.

more specifically, he'd found you.

the boy with the sheriff's hat, eyeing you with his gun in the air. you made no sudden movements, eyes cast down on the ground as if you didn't care whether or not the bullet would fly from his gun.

it was just you in the house they'd raided. you didn't have a family, nor a group. just you, covered in blood, starved and in a kind of fetal position, knees pressed against your chest as you eyed the pool of blood surrounding you. some of your own, some from the ones before.

when you'd met the group, you had nothing. dead parents, dead siblings, nothing seemed to matter anymore. the world was gone, the people you loved either dead, taking the easy way out or leaving it to the walkers. or perhaps they'd left you, walking out when things got tough, leaving you and the remains of your family behind.

the screams from outside of the house would alert you of their soon fate afterwards.

you opened up, albeit it was slow.

you liked to believe there was an instant connection between you and the boy. he lowered his gun almost instantly, realising you weren't a threat behind the blood and glassy eyes. how he'd known, you weren't sure. he just did.

he rushed towards you, calling downstairs for his father in a panic.

you didn't speak much at first, staring when he'd offered his name. carl grimes. the boy you'd soon learn to love.

and with time, you made a new family. daryl dixon was a good idea for a father, you soon learned, carol sort of alike a mother when she snuck you an extra one of her homemade cookies.

you lost others, more fell. but you and carl never frayed.

rick and michonne would always catch you together, smiling and looking at one another knowingly. it was safe to say that it was no surprise when carl announced you were together. after all, you were practically joined by the hip.

this brings us back to the beginning. the word clingy.

you hated the word as much as you hated the death surrounding you. could anyone truly be clingy in a world like this? is anyone really too much? you liked to believe that there was no such thing as too much anymore. people died, left, separated. any day could be someone's last. you'd prefer to know that you'd spent all the time with them as you could.

if that was clingy, then so be it.

carl was used to this side of you, he catered to it, if anything, he matched it. he was used to the way you laid against him, talking lowly as he went about his tasks.

there was a grey cloud looming over alexandria at a time like this. the survivors were getting more powerful and it was plaguing carl's mind. you did your best to be as gentle as you possibly could, attempting to console the boy but it seemed no matter what you did, he would find himself bubbling over with anger.

"will you pass me the carving knife?" he cut you off mid-speech, ignoring the way your lips instantly shut closed, eyes searching your side of the table.

you weren't hanging from the boy as you usually were, picking at his hands and fingers, playing with them as though they were dough. you weren't snuggling into him while he placed his arm around you. your normal routine simply didn't exist with the past week or so.

but if space was what he needed, you were more than happy to offer that to him. "okay." you mumbled, picking up the knife you thought was the carving knife and passing it to him.

you didn't know much about knives and guns, usually sitting your head on your knees and listening to the boy speak about them. yet, every time he told you what was what and their intent, everything went in one ear and out the other. he'd often admire the way you asked a thousand questions over, one's he'd already answered. he'd only smile, answering them again.

now you realised perhaps you should have been listening.

apparently, you'd passed him the wrong one. you heard what you assumed was a swear pass his lips in a whisper as he placed the knife back to the table roughly. "what's wrong?" you questioned softly, watching him pick up a thinner knife, sanding it down with the block in his hand.

"got the wrong one." but his voice was anything but the gentle carl you knew and loved. this one was sort of mean, a tone of anger behind his words. "how many times have i explained all of them to you? i mean, you still don't know, seriously?"

it seemed as though the dark cloud over alexandria had moved into the room belonging to carl grimes. you found yourself sneaking your knees closer to your chest, just like the day he'd found you. "sorry." you mumbled, glancing away.

confrontation wasn't exactly your forté.

it didn't help that fighting with carl was a rare experience. "maybe if you just listened to me every now and again we wouldn't have this problem."

offence took over your face, brows knitting together. "I do listen to you." but when he talked about things like knives and guns it was sort of hard for you to keep up.

a scoff left his lips. "sure you do." angry carl never failed to show you a different side of the boy you loved.

you stared at him in shock, wondering where the sudden attitude towards you was coming from. you knew he was stressed, understood it even but you'd done nothing to deserve the hatred being thrown your way.

that was when the shaky, "why're you being so mean?" left your lips.

like i said, confrontation wasn't something you practiced often. you were sort of unsure of where to go in this situation.

carl breathed out a ragged breath, practically throwing the tools onto the table. you jumped slightly, staring at him with widened eyes. "maybe you're the one being too clingy." his eyes stared into yours but they didn't look like the ones you'd fallen for so deeply. "just..." breathing through his nose. "just leave me alone for a bit, yeah?"

clearly, he wasn't in the mood for any of this.

and neither were you.

you spoke no words as you quickly scooped up the bag on the ground, making a haste exit towards the door. the sound of a quick sniffle before you shut the door closed was enough for the weighing bricks to fall down on carl.

the sudden severity of the situation dawned on the boy.

he'd made you cry.

and he swore never to be the cause of your tears.

he didn't run after you, though, much too caught up in his own head. the stress of the entire situation of the saviours was weighing on him too. he crashed his elbows onto the table, shoving his head between his hands and groaning. he wondered if he'd ever get anything right.

before he could get too far with the self pity, his bedroom door swung open to reveal his father.

"what was that?" the older man questioned, not giving a clue to what he was talking about. but carl could guess. "y/n just ran out of here crying, you have somethin' to do with that?"

in a moment like this, disappointed dad gazing at him, carl would have done anything to wipe that look off his face. "dad, you don't get it―" about to explain himself, weave out of whatever this was.

"i don't care." was the answer he gave, having better things to be doing than sorting out this teenage relationship himself. "fix it." and finally slamming the door.

rick always taught carl how respect worked, he punished him when he was wrong, rewarded him when he was right. he didn't teach him to act like this.

it was night fall when carl finally found himself walking around the town of alexandria. he was sort of hoping you were out here instead of back at home for he really didn't feel like speaking to daryl at the door and asking were you home. however, he searched every nook and cranny, every place you usually went when you were upset and yet he walked back empty handed, realising you definitely hadn't been outside.

finally, he found himself standing on your doorstep, sucking in a breath before knocking on the white door, the light from above shining down on his face making him squint.

the door opened to reveal carol, thankfully not daryl. carl really couldn't imagine what daryl would have to say to him right about now. he just hoped he was out hunting somewhere or other, at least then he wouldn't get the urge to haul the boy off his front porch.

"y/n?" is all carol questioned, she was dressed in her own hunting attire and carl could only guess that she was on her way out too.

he pressed his lips into a thin line. "she home."

the woman nodded. "upstairs." before swapping places with the boy, making her way outside while inviting him in. "carl." he looked towards her. "don't make me regret leaving you inside."

he only nodded, allowing her to close the door from the outside.

finally, the silence of your house enveloped him.

you, carol and daryl all lived in the same two story house but sometimes it seemed only you lived here. all the decorations were your work, pictures and photo frames, some of before, some of now, everything screamed... you.

it was that cosiness about you that made him fall for you all that time ago.

his boots found the stairs, making his way up and finding your bedroom door, the last door on the right hallway.

your door was white, a brass handle leading him into the room he'd seen a thousand times before.

he'd imagine your room at the other side of the door, pretty pink bedsheets with matching curtains. he'd found the curtains for you on a separate occasion, you'd been over the moon. and the pretty lights that decorated your walls along with the picture frames and the stuffed animal he'd found tucked away in your bloodied back so long ago, now fresh against your bed.

a sort of comfort from the world before.

he knocked, receiving no answer.

"sweetheart? it's carl." again, he was met with the mere silence as his fingertips hung heavy against the door handle. "i'm coming in, okay?" it wasn't a question, more like a warning.

when he did walk in, he was met with a sight he'd seen before.

tears coating the edges of your eyes, sitting criss-cross legged on your bed in your favourite pijamas, pretty stuffed toy between your legs. carl had seen this before, held you through it, comforted you and swore that whoever hurt you would pay. what was he to do now when he was the cause of your sorrow?

"hey, baby." his tone was as gentle as could be, making his way to sit next to you on the bed. "missed you."

you two were so different.

carl had the stubbornness of a mule, when things got tough he found it awfully hard to apologise, not that he ever had to do it much. though, he'd much prefer for everything to disappear in a blink of an eye, forget everything ever happened and go back to the way you two were.

and when you were upset? you shut off.

"i was thinking..." still avoiding the two words that would seemingly make it all okay. "maybe next week we can go someplace? find somewhere to hang out for the weekend, like a night away." his words prodded no reaction from you. "how's that sound, angel?"

a shrug was the only thing he was met with.

your glassy eyes strayed far from his, not even attempting to look him in the eyes. he sighed, unsure of where to go. "look at me, sweet girl." long fingers entrapping your chin and turning it towards him.

there was a pang of guilt as he looked in your glassy red eyes, evidence that you'd been crying earlier that day. and he'd been the cause of it.

finally, the long awaited. "I'm sorry." and carl the stubborn mule grimes didn't just apologise to anyone. "shouldn't have talked to you liked that, c'mere." in a time like this, all you needed was comfort, that was what compelled you to move with his hands, climbing into his lap. the sound of your soft cries soon filled his ears. "i know, i know, 'm so sorry." hand rubbing circles against your back, holding you close.

you didn't mean to cry the way you did, but the weight of the day collapsing on you was enough for you to cling to the boy.

you buried your head in the crook of his neck, wisps of his own hair in front of your face, his hat steady on his head as he held you so gently, as though you were made of glass.

a wobble of your bottom lip as you pulled away from the boy, holding your hands up to your face as if to shield yourself. there was something so scary about him seeing you cry. "i didn't..." your own voice cracking. "i didn't mean to be clingy."

his heart quite literally shattered.

"no, no." his voice sort of high pitched as he pulled your hands from your face. "no, you're not, sweetheart, i promise you're not."

you sniffled at the boy. "but you said―"

carl couldn't dare to hear the rest of such a sentence. "i didn't mean it, baby, i promise." he pulled you back towards his chest, head finding his neck again only this time you didn't cry as hard, mere sniffles leaving your nose. "was bein' an asshole, baby, 'm so sorry."

it'd take a while for you to believe him.

but he'd do whatever it took.

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[wwinterwitch]

cowboy like me — coriolanus snow

summary: it takes one to know one. you and him were exactly alike, which explains why you were inevitably drawn to each other

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

word count: 2k

tags: you can't fix him you're as awful as him, being delusional together, fluff??? (not really but u guys are in love and happy and married), mentions of/implied murder and being bad people, romanticizing everything

notes: idk where i was going with this i just had this idea in my head and taylor inspired me to write it. i'm also absolutely feral for young!snow it's not even funny at this point, i needed to find ways to cope lmao

i'd really appreciate a comment or reblog if you enjoy my work.

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A smile appears on your face the second you feel a hand on your lower back, turning around to meet your husband's loving gaze.

He stands directly in front of you, staring down at you in a way that to this day makes you feel butterflies in your stomach, like you're nothing but a teenage girl who's unlucky enough to have developed a blinding crush on a guy too charming for his own good— the thought of it makes you feel almost nostalgic, looking back at the early stages of your relationship.

Coriolanus Snow has always been a familiar face. Growing up together, you two have known each other for ages. You might've interacted a few times, but nothing beyond brief conversations between classmates.

You had a boyfriend at the time. A much too sweet and caring guy that made the big mistake of falling irrevocably in love with you. In all fairness, it was hard for him not to trail behind you like a lost puppy all the time when you were so good at making foolish boys believe you were the girl of their dreams.

Love is not a word you would use to describe your relationship. He was tolerable and clearly obsessed with you, so it made sense for you to stay with him. He learned with time that buying you very expensive gifts would get you to pay more attention to him, so that became his way of showing his affection for you.

In his mind this was perfectly reasonable. His girl likes being spoiled, so that's exactly what he did. The adoration for you blinded him enough to ignore the truth: you're just sticking around for the money. Some people warned him you were bad news, but you always managed to find a way to make him worship you all over again. Maybe you could've felt sorry for him at some point...if only he didn't have such good taste to pick things out for you.

But then Coriolanus happened. You started to notice him more and more until you inevitably started having feelings for him. How could you not fall for a guy like him? Especially after he started his quick ascend as one of the best Game makers in history.

Maybe it was the way he so fervently claimed his interest in you, willing to pursue you even when your boyfriend was still in the picture. Or perhaps it had to do with his growing popularity and power. After all, you can't deny how attracted you are to guys with ambition.

And Coriolanus is not exactly sure what made him fall for you either. There's many things he loves about you, that's for sure, but he can't say which came first. Was it your captivating beauty and intelligence, or the news that you recently became the only heir to one of the wealthiest families in the Capitol?

Whatever force pulled the two of you together, it really doesn't matter at this point. What matters is that he loves you with every fiber of his being, willing to do whatever is in his power to make sure you're happy (and what isn't, he'll do anything to get). And you love him too, of course, offering him a companionship he always craved— undying fidelity, the purest honesty and understanding.

You've never once judged him for being who he is. If anything, you seem to admire his strength to do whatever it takes to secure his place in society. No one has ever been this loving and accepting, almost encouraging him to be as determined as ever to get the two of you on top.

Whatever he did or didn't do is already in the past. Why should the past matter? Shouldn't you enjoy the present with your loving and successful husband? Be proud of the work the two of you have done to get where you are?

No, the past is gone. It already happened. There’s no need to look back at things you can't change and decisions you can't take back. It all brought you here. Every tiny little decision led the two of you to this moment; married, in love, happy, powerful. It was meant to be like this.

He didn't seem to mind about your own past either. Any other person would've judged you for the difficult decisions you had to make in order to become the wealthiest woman in all of Panem. You've seen it in the face of ex friends and lovers. They never understood your hunger for what you so rightfully deserve.

Good things don't happen to people because they're good. They happen because you make them happen. You fight, you take, you conquer. It's what life is, and it's something you and Coriolanus understand perfectly. That's why the two of you make sense. Why it feels so right to be together. You understand him and he understands you— understands you like no one else has in your entire life.

It was him the one who held you that night when you just couldn't hold it in anymore, and he sat with you while you cried and cried about your beloved sister, because even after all those years you still missed her and wished things could've been different.

If only your parents made it easier for you. They shouldn't have played favorites from the moment you were born. And they really shouldn't mess with something as important as inheritance. It's your goddamn birthright! How could they be so cruel to you? If they corner you against the wall with no apparent way to escape, it was a matter of time before you decided to stand your ground.

It's a shame your poor sister had to suffer the consequences, though. You really do love her...

Coriolanus couldn't judge you even if he tried. He could see himself in your tear-filled eyes and hear his own inconsolable sobs through your voice. It took him back to a particularly difficult point in his life where he had to make a similar choice.

He pours his heart out to you as he holds you tight against his body, revealing all the unfortunate things he was forced to do because it's all that was left. An act-or-die situation that kept repeating itself until he had no other choice but to do the unspeakable. What else was he supposed to do? What else were you supposed to do?

The regret in his voice is evident, and you know he does regret it because he’s a good person with a heart of gold. One of the best people you’ve ever met in your life. He’s good, and brave, and passionate…enough to sacrifice what he loves if the circumstances require that of him. Not many people have the privilege to claim to be as great as him.

"You did what you had to," your voice came out in a soft whisper, still affected by your sudden outburst with the thought of your sister engraved deep inside your brain. At the time you thought you were trying to ease his conscience, but maybe your statement was falling from your lips in a weak attempt to ease your own inner conflict too. "Life has been so unfair to us, Coriolanus. Is it too bad that we want just a little bit of peace?"

He stays quiet for a bit, stroking your hair in hopes to bring you some comfort as he processes your hopeless, pain-filled statement. That's probably the hardest thing about loving you; caring so much that he cannot possibly function if he knows you're hurting, and cursing himself for not being able to take that pain away. 

"We'll have peace," he eventually assures you. His voice is soft, yet fiercely determined. There's no room for discussion. He'll make it happen for the two of you. What's a few more difficult choices when he's so far gone now? When he knows it has worked perfectly before and it made all his dreams come true?

In that moment, snuggled up to his chest with his arms tightly wrapped around you, it was clear. That sense of familiarity you only get when you look back in the mirror, or when you quickly scan a room when someone speaks your name. He has suffered as much as you. He knows what it's like to be mistreated in life, and how difficult it is sometimes to live with the fact that you had to leave people behind to finally taste a drop of happiness.

The guilt comes and goes. Sometimes it's easier to remember you had no choice, but other times all you can think about is what life could've been if you weren't forced to take such drastic measures. Perhaps now that you have someone who truly understands, you'll learn to always remember you deserve all you managed to achieve.

When you move back from him to look up into his welcoming and comforting blue eyes, you knew you'd never be alone again. You'll never get to experience this free-fall, soul-consuming feeling with anyone else. And why would you even want to waste your time like that, when you already found the one person who sees the world exactly like you do? 

A love like this is hard to find. Most people spend a lifetime trying to find a love decent enough to make them feel like they're losing their minds. Like the air is missing from their lungs and everything looks much darker when the other is not around. Like they're willing to do anything to make the other happy. Like the fear of being consumed entirely by it is the sweetest of fates.

You thought you could only experience affection in the form of luxurious jewelry, fancy clothing and all that came with the important status your ex boyfriend provided. At one point, you could say you almost needed him. Or least needed his money. He provided a safety net you desperately needed after your stupid parents decided to leave everything to your annoyingly perfect sister.

After becoming the only heir in your family (it really is a shame that your sister was gone so soon, poor thing), your boyfriend was no longer a necessity, but a way of distracting yourself when you needed it. It's not like you're going to refuse his gifts and attention anytime soon, right?

But that was it. The furthest it can get to what being in love should look like. And that was what your relationship with Coriolanus should have been when you decided to make your way into his heart. Never in a million years would you have expected to meet a soul that matches yours in even the tiniest of details, that loves so deeply and cares enough to act like it's required to survive. 

With his arms still surrounding your body in a protective and comforting manner, you knew he’d be the guy you’d spend the rest of your life with. You knew it long before the day he got down on one knee, professing his undying love for you and offering the most beautiful engagement ring you have ever seen in your life. You pledged to always be there for him and, in return, he vowed to give you the world— he'd find a way to reach the night sky and collect every single star for you if that's what you ask of him. You kept each other's deepest secrets like they were your own. Two smart and ambitious people joining together in their search for greatness.

The hand on your lower back now rests against your cheek, tracing your skin in such a delicate manner that it almost makes you shiver. The white rose attached to his impeccable burgundy suit is slightly tilted to the right, fixing it with your hands as soon as your eyes notice that detail.

He smiles wider after your gesture, leaning down to capture your lips in an affectionate kiss to show his gratitude. You wish the moment could last longer, but you know it's impossible to stay behind these walls for longer when there's a loud crowd out there chanting your husband's name.

There's the briefest of interactions when he breaks the kiss, the two of you standing in front of each other with a smile of pure conspiracy— a silent recognition of the work individually done to get here, an unspoken ‘thank you’ to one another for the team effort, and the promise of a never-ending companionship that would only take you higher.

He grabs your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours before finally stepping outside to the marble balcony. Before you, a sea of people cheer and welcome the new President and First Lady of Panem.

[radioisntdead]

Buon giorno or Buona notte dearest!!

I have another request heheheh

Think of this : Angel and the gang go out for another trust exercise, and they see an add for one if m!readers concerts.

Since Angel is a fan, he asks to go with the group as a bonding experience, which Charlie says yes too

They go together, and m!reader is getting ready, when they see Angel and think he's quite cute, not knowing him from his ahem, works and they sing a love song (Heavy metal lover by Lady Gaga) and Angel almost has a heart attack.

(It's mostly the ; 'I could be your girl,girl,girl' part that I get inspired from)

At some point Val starts being a weirdo, and then m!reader publicly shits on him in front of their entire audience, and he leaves after getting taken away by a few of m!readers fans

And it ends happily ever after with them together forever :D

(Readers music vibe is like odetari, ayesha erotica, asteria, etc)

If you could do this, it would make my summer!!

Love

-XIN🌹💝

Good evening my dearest Xin! I had so much fun writing this, my apologies it took awhile to write but I hope you enjoy it!

Backstage passes

Angel dust x M! Reader

Warnings: Valentino gets ripped apart, literally. Reader is low-key like the dazzlings from MLP, also I imagine the reader died via Bell accident like that evil dude from Disney's coco

Song used [I listened to this song so much while writing that it actually made me sick LMAO]

You appeared in hell overnight after dying from an unfortunate and totally not planned stage accident, involving a bell, everything you had worked so hard for gone within a mere moment.

Filled with rage and the confidence of someone desperate to thrive in the spotlight, you began to conquer the music scene of hell.

You climbed the ranks and crushed those beneath you, if you weren't so focused on gaining fame instead of plain ol' power you'd give a couple of overlords a good run for their money.

You captured the attention of hell's finest, sinners and hellborn alike wanted to book you for their events, concerts were sold out within seconds, stan accounts on hell's Twitter servers would beef with those who opposed you, music edits were made of you, memes and clips, mildly disturbing fanfiction was written, you were an icon.

Along with catching the attention of hell's finest, you gained Angel dust as a fan.

Your music would be playing in the clubs he went to, sometimes played during his drag shows, he'd use it as background for whatever thoughts he disassociated away to whenever Valentino was having his way, or he'd just listen to your music when he was alone.

And so when Charlie somehow managed to get the entire hotel front row tickets to your show after he mentioned it's make a good group exercise, he was ecstatic!

The group waited outside, Charlie and Vaggie were trying to secure a place for them in line, Alastor would rather died again then attend so his ticket went to Cherri, Husk had found the bar, Niffty was terrorizing some sinners by cleaning, Sir Pentious was... Sir Pentious-ing Cherri bomb, and that left Angel dust to wonder around until the show began, stumbling into a nearby store to grab some snacks.

You on the other hand sneaked out to go to the convenience store near by the concert venue in full performance outfit covered by an oversized coat and hood just to grab a slushie and a light snack because with all the dancing you were going to be doing, you couldn't do on a empty stomach but not a too full one or you'd puke!

And that's where you saw him, purchasing a couple of things.

You had a little thing for cute things, and Angel dust seemed to fall into that category, for you anyways, for most of hell's people, they usually tended to put him into a more... Exploitive one,

It wouldn't hurt for you to make one of your people drop off a couple of backstage passes for that spider, after your show right?

Or better yet maybe you could do it yourself?

The concert venue was filled with sinners and hellborn alike from all types of backgrounds, all there to see you perform.

Including a couple of overlords.

Angel's eyes bounced around the stage waiting for your arrival.

Soon enough the bright lights dimmed and more colorful ones took their place.

Lights, smoke, action.

Heavy metal lover

Heavy metal lover

Heavy metal lover

It was starting.

Heavy metal lover Heavy metal lover

You came up from a platform under the stage smoke coming out with you as the music began, microphone in hand, and eyes closed shut.

Heavy metal lover

Heavy metal lover

Heavy metal lover

Heavy metal lover

Your eyes shot open as you began to move, background dancers were moving in sync, all eyes were on you.

Heavy metal lover

Heavy metal lover

Heavy metal lover

Heavy metal lover

Dressed in black and neons you practically glowed in the dark atmosphere,

"I want your whiskey mouth all over my blonde south," your voice rang out throughout the venue causing some members of the audience to scream out your name.

You struggled to hold back a filthy grin.

"Red wine, cheap perfume, and a filthy pout," you walked out onto the stage front and center, lights following you in all your leather-y glory, the backstage passes in your sleeve crinkled.

"Tonight bring all your friends, because a group does it better," Angel dust's eyes were locked onto you much like everyone's else's, like they were hypnotized.

"Why river with a pair? Let's have a full house of leather," Oh how you adored being the center of attention, you looked at the crowd, eyes glancing over everyone, a mild shiver of disgust went through you when you accidentally locked eyes with what looked to be a grape flavored moth.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

You quickly moved your eyes away to continue looking for a certain spider, honestly your attachment to see a sinner you only saw for five seconds tops in a convenience store was interesting.

What was even more interesting was your ability to avoid the explicit ads for the films he did, seriously they were everywhere in hell! Including said convenience store!

"Heavy metal lover,"

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

"Heavy metal lover,"

As you walked across the stage you kept your eyes on the audience,

Searching..

Searching..

And you found him!

Right in the front row, how did you not see him before?

"Dirty pony, I can't wait to hose you down," your eyes locked on him as his locked on yours.

Did that count as a horrible, HORRIBLE pickup line or was that just poorly timed?

"You've got to earn your leather in this part of town," it seems someone hadn't seen the poison music video! You flared out your own leather jacket, the shiny gems on it sparkling in the dark.

"Dirty pearls and a patch for all the Rivington Rebels," you winked at him before turning on your heel as your background dancers circled around you with all sorts of dancing.

"Let's raise hell in the streets, drink beer and get into trouble,"

You danced and your background dancers mimicked in perfect coordination.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

"Heavy metal lover,"

You began strutting to the center of the stage.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

You leaned down and went into what I can only describe as a sensual army crawl but without relying on your elbows to crawl.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

You moved towards Angel dust.

"Heavy metal lover,"

You reached out an arm towards him, gently tugging on his bowtie to pull him closer to the stage, once he was close enough you touched his face, his eyes were wide and his heart was nearly pounding out of his fluffy spider chest, you his all time favorite singer was touching his face.

"I could be your girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl,"

Within seconds you moved your arm just enough to loosen the backstage passes from your sleeve and have them fall into your hand.

"But would you love me if I ruled the world, world, world?"

You tucked the tickets into the front of his shirt where his chest fluff was located, being careful not to accidently grope the spider.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

You gave a wink before flipping yourself onto your back and throwing yourself up and strutting back to the middle of the stage as your performers danced around you.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Unfortunately a certain moth witnessed your little flirt, with his best pornstar? He didn't think so.

Without alerting the other two Vees who were actually focused on the show itself he marched his way through the crowd.

Heavy metal lover

"Whip me, slap me, punk funk, New York clubbers, bump drunk,"

Shoving audience members to the side, causing some to crash into each other and tumble like dominoes, grabbing the attention of others.

"Bud Light, liquors, bar slam, move it, this is your jam"

Of course that caught your attention, and you didn't appreciate someone stepping out and stealing the attention that belonged to you! That you deserved and worked so hard for!

"Wash the night with St. Jameson, Like a baptism, heavy metal lovers play,"

You took a couple of steps towards the side of the stage where he was.

"Baby, we were born this way''

"Uh oh, it seems a shiny headed purple man is trying to wreck the show! We can't exactly have that now can we?"

You could barely hear whatever words he was saying, in your prospective it was like a grape yappin' away.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

With a wave of your hand the crowd grabbed onto him, lifting him up and pulling him through, landing him in the cannibal section.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Grabbing onto his limbs and pulling them apart, teeth were sunk into him pulling at his purple flesh.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Attention was back on you, as it should be.

No one paid mind to Valentino's screams as if they couldn't hear it or as if it wasn't happening at all, completely and utterly enamoured with you and your music.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Heavy metal lover

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Neither of the Vee's would notice he was gone until hours after the show, no one would notice the blood scattered on the floor until late at night when they were cleaning up the messes, and no one would know what exactly happened to him until he eventually respawn, having lost everything.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Heavy metal lover

What a scary power you possessed, even if you didn't completely realize you had it.

But that wasn't the focus here, because as if nothing ever happened you went back to flirting with Angel dust from the stage.

"I could be your girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, but would you love me if I ruled the world, world, world?"

Eventually the show would end, and you'd wait anxiously backstage until that spider came, cashing in that backstage pass you shamelessly gave him from the stage, followed by the princess of hell herself moments later trying to get you to join her hotel.

Heavy metal lover Heavy metal lover, Heavy metal lover

And what else could you do then accept her invitation to join her little hazbin hotel, although you were anything but a hazbin.

And if you did manage to get past the pearly gates, you already had earth and hell alike in a chokehold, imagine what you'd accomplish if you performed in heaven?

Heavy metal lover, Heavy metal lover

It was a good chance to get to know Angel dust as well, the two of you would go from friends to something more.

Heavy metal lover

Friends to lovers was such a a underrated trope wasn't it?

Heavy metal lover

It wouldn't hurt to lean a little more into romantic songs, especially if you went the more cheesy route and played for Angel alone.

Heavy metal lover, Heavy metal lover, Heavy metal lover

You couldn't wait for the chance to shamelessly flirt with him while you were on stage again.

Heavy metal lover, Heavy metal lover

Good evening folks! I hope you enjoyed! I know my posting schedule has been a little wonky [side eyeing the Wednesday angst being posted on Thursdays] my bad, there's some personal stuff going on, plus I've been feeling a little sick but hopefully everything will be a little more organized this week! As always thank you for tuning on in, goodnight!

[misqnon]

one piece x inuyasha au bc I'm insane and wrote this during my break today

luffy is a human kid* sent to the great demon era (I'm great at naming <3) where demons rule the lands after he falls through a cursed well in the forest where he and sabo and Ace grew up. he seeks to collect all the pieces of the shikon jewel and put them back together into....one piece. (loud booing) listen,

in this era, the wielder of the shikon jewel becomes the most powerful demon that rules over all the others. luffy does not care that he's human. he wants that damn jewel

zoro is still a swordsman. not much changes. people think he's a demon, but he's actually just a really strong human who can use techniques like asura. he was a demon hunter for spare change after he got lost leaving his home village. not much changes there, either

nami is a petty thief and navigator who used to work for the demon arlong. she starts to awaken some priestess powers with usopp's help and the staff he gives her, though she doesn't really follow any other priestess rules. she learns other magic, too, still messing with the weather and wielding a variety of attacks without a care for whether they're sacred or demonic

usopp's following in the footsteps of his father- a priest turned adventurer killing wayward demons along the way. his weapon of choice in this au is a bow and arrow which sometimes he and Nami will work together to bless the arrows!

sanji is a travelling cook who's secretly the son of a daiyoukai. due to his mother's intervention, he's a hanyou, but he passes as human and his crew doesnt know he is one.

chopper is a little reindeer demon who's learning medicine and priesthood under the care of lady kureha, joining luffy's crew after they defeat the demon wapol

robin is a demon from ohara who works under the demon warlord Crocodile for a little while, fulfilling a role similar to kaguya. she deserts him after luffy and crew save vivi and the alabasta region from his reign, but she's still wanted by the world at large for being a "dangerous type of demon" with knowledge of the old world and the creation of the shikon jewel passed down in her clan.

franky is a human/zombie/demon hybrid who survived an explosion after his mentor, a demon named tom, was attacked. he put himself back together with human and demon parts alike, similarly to how sesshomaru and naraku would absorb spare body parts in the og show. he's a blacksmith!

Brook is a revived man much like kikyo was brought back by demonic methods. he has to consume souls to keep living, but he only steals the souls of their enemies. he's also pretty bad at it. he's still a musician, though his instruments are a bit more traditional

jinbei is a whale shark yokai, so a fish yokai from the same clan as Arlong...but not evil lmao. he used to be a warlord too, but decided he didn't like the whole feudal part. he's the crew's cultural guide and diplomat of sorts, attempting to keep peace between demon territories and human villages they visit alike from freaking out when a rag tag group of thieves, demons, priests, and fighters show up on their doorstep. he and robin discuss history and archeology often, and in theory robin has a lot of the same knowledge jinbei does, but jinbei has better....people skills.

the setting would be the inuyasha universe, feudal / yokai infested Japan. however, the world government is an issue in luffy's time (1500's fictional goa kingdom) that secretly has ties to accessing the demon world. I haven't thought out the logistics fully, yet. but you can bet your ass luffy's mentor shanks, who is often gone on long "journeys," was actually traveling back and forth from the feudal era and the goa kingdom this whole time.

* spoilers below

* I haven't gotten ro gear 5 yet myself but I imagine luffy is secretly the reincarnation of the demon "joy boy", which will. aid the whole shikon jewel thing. and is also why he is able to traverse the cursed well.

though, humans like shanks seek out the jewel too, for the power it can hold in controlling demons or perhaps (myth?) giving them the power of one.

[wowa-bublord]

for ask game, 1 and 16!

Since I just answered #1 (I got these asks at about the same time too! Great minds think alike hehe) I'll just do #16 :D

16, you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

i am struggling on this 😭.. I can't think of anything I dislike or don't understand right off the bat..

OKAY ITS BEEN AN HOUR. I don't understand why so many zack/cloud shippers tend to write off zack and aeriths romance as unimportant to them, in a lot of fanfics i've read, I've seen it described as a "summer romance" which is just like... They were together for like two years 💥💥💥!!! summer has passed!! If you don't want them to be romantically together that's okay but it really grinds my gears when fanfic im reading writes it like they weren't pivotal characters in each others lives... like Zack literally powers through getting shot 5 million times because he imagines aerith. This is the best I got for my grievances in the fandom.. I don't think I've been in it long enough cos Im drawing a blank LMAO

[vacantgodling]

@void-botanist the rant incoming ⬇️⬇️⬇️

KASPIAN CALDWIN is a werewolf as aforementioned and he’s actually a single father with 3 separate litters (hence why his story was called ‘litter support’ before i thought he could fit well with hue and jihan and added him to the bunch). tl;dr his first litter was with a woman who groomed him 😬 and he had them young and he barely has contact with them, the second litter the mom passed away during childbirth and the grandmother of his kids hates him bc she blames him for it (she never liked him when he and his baby mama were dating). she managed to get primary custody of that litter and tries to badmouth him to the kids but they adore him and wanna spend time with him more (these are the ones who go to school with ozzi; the first litter is slightly older than esther). finally, he has a third litter with a one night stand gone wrong but he and the mom (corah) have a really good relationship as friends and they coparent. these kiddos are young and he spends more time with them but Man they are a handful LMAO. here’s a more in depth explanation of his situation actually. i forgot i wrote that lol.

to support all his kids (well the second and third litters really) he works like LOOOOONG ass hours as a construction/handyman/day laborer/honestly whoever will hire him) but he’s always barely scraping by. he and jihan end up meeting at a mutual friends house randomly. jihan offers to help with his kiddos since kas is clearly stressed and barely knows how to be a dad, and kas doesn’t really care about giving han blood in exchange bc unlike SOME people (hue cough) giving blood makes him sleepy so it helps him take a nap LMAO. han has never fed on his neck tho that’s too intimate.

he’s a good guy, just got into a Lot of bad situations in his youth and he’s just about pushing forty still trying to straighten it all out. he’ll probably think more about living his own life when the kids are all grown (so he says) but corah is always nagging him to actually LIVE a little. he listens to her. barely. i don’t really know where i want his story to go per se—nor do i know if i wanna make him a partner or not or if i should test the waters of him and corah actually getting together. thing is—they never were a couple. literally they were drunk, fucked, she got pregnant and they’ve been strictly friends ever since. (not that their kids understand that lmao, ESPECIALLY not gwin). but he’s a really sweet guy and he’s always down to help anyone in a bad situation even if it comes before his own needs. he and han are actually pretty alike and laid back like that. i care He.

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at the interviews yeah they’re sitting—cuz it’s not for esther it’s actually mostly for them. tldr the WRP (witch resurgence program) matched witches with supernatural couples to deal with the sudden influx of witches suddenly returning to existence after being basically hunted out of existence. jihan and hue were chosen bc they were a couple and stable, but also because jihan (like some older creatures) has dealt with witches before, bc he’s so old lmao. bc esther is actually particularly powerful, and because this is the first group of witch children to make it to college age (esther and her peers) they need all hands on deck while they navigate these changes, so there have always been constant check ins from the government to see how es and ozzi were doing. the interviews themselves aren’t the weird part, it’s just they also get interviewed about their personal lives and relationships because (some) witches have powers strongly tied to their emotions and an unhappy or unstable home life could trigger Bad Shit LMAO. plus the government is trying to understand the toll of magic on families you get the idea. they’re both SUPER well behaved—almost. Too behaved if that makes sense. even if hue is the divorcer it’s not because he doesn’t love jihan—far from it, he’s divorcing him bc he loves him too much (i can’t make it make sense either) so he would never bad mouth him and same thing for han. but they’re not a couple. but the interviewer keeps saying mr. and mr. rvynwell and asking them about their yknow. marriage. so they’re both just so. awkward with it. they don’t deny it bc again cuz of the special circumstances of the WRP “technically” they can’t divorce but at the same time. they are super divorced. LMAO. so it’s mostly just them being extremely stilted and awkward and hue wanting to PERISH bc this is a nightmare

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100000% that is what hue is doing he is so dramatic he’s so stupid like i cant make this man nor his midlife crisis make sense. he’s really just standing in a parking lot staring at a photo of he and jihan cuz (insert social media app) gave him a reminder of their like 20th anniversary or some shit and he’s like. losing it. quietly. in the middle of a street. but losing it. he’s so dumb i love him.

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also yeah💀 he mostly waited to tell jihan how he felt bc he promised his older sister agni (who got pregnant and dropped out of college to take care of the litter) that he wouldn’t get into a serious relationship or have kids until he graduated. he takes his promises quite seriously, and because he KNEW jihan was special he like. held out for two extra years after realizing he liked him just so he could get his degree LMAO. but he absolutely scared off a n y o n e else who looked at han—hue kind of has a jealous streak if you couldn’t tell. he’s not like. Possessive (he’s not hya) but he gets jealous lmao

[historia-vitae-magistras]

If you insist on torturing Matt can we please have more ukrcan content to balance it out?

They're so... gender. On the one hand, Matthew had never missed the opportunity to open a door or hold an umbrella or draw out a chair for Katya in 130 years, but she throws him on his face and straps him like a fucken pro too.

Often takes them a long time to have sex because Matt puts all the power in her hands. Very much a relationship where she was already so much a part of him that Matthew was happy to be whatever she needed.

Katya has actual standards for her appearance in public, so Matt is more or less forced to put on decent clothes that aren't just "hey, this flannel doesn't have a stain on it," or get her raised eyebrow of judgment or a thorough teasing.

They both have this yearning to be a part of humanity, to participate in their communities. This has resulted in Matt being the subject of all the Babusia gossip in Katya's current street in at least 4 Ukrainian cities over the years.

He's gone to see her thinking it's going to be a chill weekend and ended up being hauled into making Vareniki or knocking over some Catherine the Great statues a billion times.

That yearning for humanity, for a family they will never really have together, manifests itself in their relationship too. In times of hardship when a large wedding was impossible, Ukrainians and Ukrainian Canadians alike considered the bread and a blessing all that was needed to wed. The prairies were conservative; Matt and Katya couldn't live in sin out there in the 19th century lmao.

Ukrainian Canadians carried the custom of the wedding bread loaf, a Korovai, to the New World with them. French Canadians have similar customs, but the food, mug, or wine will vary. When it became apparent Ukrainians were going to be a large part of Canadian culture, and Matt's feelings were permanent, he made her the loaf, apologized it wasn't made traditionally by the women in a community and asked her what she'd like to do with it.

Katya told him he was insane, kissed him blue, bribed a priest, and then knelt in the black earth under a dawn sky and made what vows creatures like them might keep.

[impishtubist]

Take on why prongsfoot is rare: because most of the fandom sees romance as this dramatic thing and friendship as lesser. There's no drama with two lads who hit it off right away and felt so deeply connected and comfortable with each other. They are both too similar to produce any of the usual troupes. So both of them naturally are just besties, and that all-encompassing madness that fandom calls love is kept for other relationships.

Plus heteronormaive stereotypes pushed on homosexual relationships, with an obvious top and bottom, power dynamic, and body difference. Amazing, that gays would find people physically similar to them attractive. This is why people bend out of shape with top/bottom discussions. Whice are, btw, as old as human writing probebly since we have evidence of top/bottom discourse about the iliad, written by ancient greek philosophers.

With no 'clear' roles, no drama, and other more traditionally appealing candidates for homoerotic vibes, prongfoot gets robbed.

They were soulmates, and they loved each other. I honestly think that even if they were plantonic and had other romantic partners, they were incredibly important to each other. They were a package deal no matter what.

They could be in a wonderful, boring, healthy relationship. But 'All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.' And fandom lovessss them unhappy families.

Sooooooooooo I kind of agree but kind of disagree?

It's true that fandom (and original fiction, tbh) prefers the getting together story over the established relationship story. They are way more interested in watching the journey of a couple getting together rather than reading about one that has been established before canon starts. And Prongsfoot gives off huge established relationship vibes, so I can see people not being interested because of that. And that, by extension, means that you don't get the getting together drama that you were talking about. They just click so naturally, there's no drama in that, and people find that boring (it's not, btw. I think more stories need to focus on established relationship couples tbh, getting together stories are really boring after a while).

But as for the unhappy families part...I actually think that MWPP fandom prefers the wholesome relationship over the toxic one. (This stems from the puritanical mindset a lot of younger fans have that lots of people have written about and which I will not get into). But in their minds, they have written off Prongsfoot as toxic and they think that Wolfstar is wholesome, so that's what they gravitate towards. I cannot tell you the number of times I have seen Wolfstar people call Prongsfoot toxic and codependent and unhealthy...but then put Wolfstar on a pedestal as a healthy, wholesome love story and #relationship goals.

I'm not touching the top/bottom discourse lmao but....yeah.

And you're right, Sirius and James are a package deal no matter what. Even if they end up romantically with other people, those people will always be the third wheels in their own relationship. 🥰

[confused-wanderer]

Just finished watching Sonic Prime and I really enjoyed it!

1. The fact that they took a not so mature but powerful sonic

2. Showed his main problem being never listening to his friends and charging head on.

3. Every episode showed him trying to rebuild and regain the trust his friends had in him, cuz of all the times he abandoned them.

4. Shadow and Sonics dynamic is just amazing

5. Having him face head on the issues of him always leaving when they need him and then returning like nothing ever happens

6. Hin being everyone’s beacon of hope.

7. Lmao my man Nine was just minding his own business trying to be emo and angsty and suddenly the brightest colour and hyperactive golden retriever breaks into your lab and starts chatting with you.

7. Letting him be flawed, and his shortcomings.

8. THE ENDING!! Was so well done!! Setting up an early dynamic between the two and having it all culminate in a damn good rift

9. Sonics friends are the best parts of him, is really the only way to defeat him. As literally seen by them only being able to defeat robot Sonic cuz they were all fighting together. Especially tails as Nine is the only one who was able to deal a fatal blow. Usually because Sonic leads him right to the trap, kinda foreshadowing how Sonic played himself and let Nine destroy his only chance at getting back (essentially destroying himself).

10. The parallel of the last scene where shadows at the top of the mountain and Sonic is in the cave 🤌✨✨.

11. The way Nine immediately grew so happy and beamed thinking Sonic was going to love his planet.

Theory:

Maybe since this season was all about Sonic’s blind faith and trust in his friends, it all being shattered might bring interesting changes. Sonic getting to his lowest as he realises that he’s all alone, it’s all his fault and those people, no matter how alike they are, they’re not his real “friends”. He screwed up. Again, and again. I think this was foreshadowed quite nicely in how mechanic sonic kept chiding him for being a failure. Maybe then Shadow yells at him, and later on sees how down sonic is. I want sonic to kind of go through a corruption arc, where he loses all hope in his friends and himself and adopts a more “Nine-like” attitude. And always beats himself up, refusing to do anything because he’s just so scared of messing up again.

No more funny jokes. No more rapid speed or constant chatter. Just focused and quiet.

Think that would really scare the hell out of everyone, and immediately set off warning bells for Shadow actually being truly concerned about Sonic, and the dynamics between then shift. Sonic sees the world in dark, and Shadow is the one who has to try and motivate him, get him to be himself again.

Maybe Nine uses the shard for making his own reality, but then realises how much he missed sonic. Maybe he gets to meet the real Tails, and kind of learn about the life Sonic had with them, seeing them all happy.

Maybe the next season would revolve around his friends now helping him. Sonic taking all their lessons to heart, being so underconfident and mad at himself he doesn’t trust himself to do anything anymore without the fear of messing everything up.

My boy spent two seasons back to back constantly fighting for something that was taken away from him by someone he trusted. Had to prove his loyalty over and over again, had his mistake be thrown in his face dozens of times. He’s crushed. Maybe the writers would pull an anxiety attack like Puss in Boots, because I did notice Sonic’s hands shook a little in one of the episodes, like a little anxiety tic.

Or maybe he gets mad, and some prism energy that’s built up inside him awakens, leaving him more powerful than another, too consumed by his rage to realise he’s damaging the world while Shadow tries to calm him down.

Sonic is tired. He has been doing nothing but fighting and making up for his mistakes, only to have all the hope he gathered from the fragmented pieces shattered again, right in front of him. Especially when others warned him. Sonic was stubborn.

Let him give up. And let us see his friends bring him back to life.

[princekirijo]

If you're willing to... tell me a bit about Spiderfiend!

Alright its time. So Spiderfiend in short is my Spidersona! He's very similar to me but not exactly. I changed like little details about him and also how he looks too (he's way buffer than me LMAO and his face is slightly different). For some basic details:

Name: Prince Parker Current Alias: Spiderfiend Pronouns: He/Him Reality: Earth 1408 Identity: Secret known only to Gwen Stacy Height: 5'10 Eye Color: Dark Brown Hair Color: Auburn (reddish brown basically) Family: Unnamed Birth family, Dr Odelia Octavius (adoptive mother), May Parker (adoptive mother - deceased). Friends: Gwen Stacy Love Interest: Rose Jane (RJ) Watson

Bitten by: Spiny Orb Weaver genetically altered by the scientists at OckTech Powers: Wall Crawling, Regeneration, Superhuman Strength/Stamina/Speed/Agility/Durability/Reflexes, Spider Sense, Organic Webs (come from his wrist ONLY), Retractable Claws Demonic Powers: Pyrokinesis, Extra Enhanced Supernatural Eyes (basically four extra eyes that help him see spirits and in the dark), Extra Arms (they're like spirit arms?? Idk how to describe them). Weaknesses: Salt.

Bio: Prince Parker was 15 yrs old when he got bit. It happened on a school field trip to OckTech industries, he had been separated for the group looking for the bathroom and stumbled upon an unused lab. A small orb weaver crawled onto him and bit him on the arm. What Prince didn't realize is that this spider was deceased, but currently possessed by a high ranking Prince of Hell, Mordred. Naturally after being bit, he started to feel a little sick and was taken home. When he got home, he passed out and woke up in a strange fiery throne room, Mordred's domain. Here Mordred explains that (for reasons that are unknown to himself) a number of demons have escaped Hell (Hell is just a demon dimension I haven't thought about it much more than that) and he needs a human to help him bring them back. He argues that because he has made Prince a stronger human (had to spider bite him) he owes him. He then asks Prince to sign a contract: in exchange for even more power Prince would become a pawn an ambassador of sorts for Mordred and help him return the demons back to hell (aka Mordred takes Prince's soul). However Mordred kinda fucks up his own contract (he's not the most diligent of demons) and the actual terms are basically that they own each other's souls. Prince suggests that instead they work together as partners, and that he will happily send the demons back to where they came from, and in return Mordred can help him protect the people of New York. Mordred reluctantly agrees and Prince wakes up. And thus, Spiderfiend, the spider who harnesses the power of a demon to fight demons and humans alike and protects New York!

That's the main kinda info and origin story. I'm gonna put some more notes undercut if you're interested :]

So these are the extra notes:

So I mentioned in the lil bio that May is dead. That is what Miguel would consider Fiend's canon event! When Prince was 12, he and May were coming home from a day out (idk I haven't got all the details yet ahah) and they got mugged by thugs. The thugs might belong to a group that could be important late? I'm kinda starting a lot of stuff from scratch after I scrapped my old lore so a lot of this stuff is subject to change. Anyway May tried to reason with them, thugs didn't listen and one of them ended up accidentally shooting May. The ambulance + police + Odelia arrived to find young Prince crying holding his adoptive mother who was very much dead. This death really changed Prince and its why he demanded that Mordred help him protect others, because he always dreamed of being strong enough to protect others, because he failed to protect May (he blames himself for her death).

Yes Odelia is Doc Ock. She also created the spider that bit Prince. She also knows Spiderfiend is Prince, and is aware Prince knows. Prince knows she's Doc Ock but doesn't she knows he's Spiderfiend. It's complicated 💀

I mentioned before that Mordred gives Prince rings. Basically for every demon power Prince gets, Mordred give him a silver ring. These rings cannot be taken off, as they are proof of the contract between the two. Now for most Spidermen the uncle Ben saying is "with great power comes great responsibility". For Fiend however, its Mordred who delivers the line "great power comes at a great price". That's because with every ring, Prince becomes a little more... corrupted. The corruption which would eventually make him lose his mind and go out of control, (this would happen once there's a ring on all his fingers i.e. 10 rings). It also affects his body in the form of these scar/tattoo like markings. That's why Prince only has a small amount of demon powers, because with every demonic power he gains, he slowly loses his mind (this is not something Mordred can prevent something something nature of humans and demons interacting). Also as for how the powers are picked, usually Prince will pick them based on the dire situation he's in.

The last little note is that some of the villains in my universe will be classic Spiderman villains with a demonic twist. I think the two big ones would be Lizard - Curt Conners got possessed by a high ranking demon and was transformed into a reptile like demon - and Norman Osborn aka Green Goblin - who I will say nothing about for now. There will probably be more but that's all I have for now.

Oh and currently the suit is black and purple! Black and purple being colors associated with demons and corruption and are also intimidating which fits Fiend pretty well (Fiend is only intimidating in appearance though that mf is goofy as hell 💀). If you wanna see my current draft the suit I could share it in dms I'm too shy to post it rn 👉👈

[amemoryofwot]

What would you change about the Last Battle?

Oh incredible question thank you. Overall I am a AMOL enjoyer as you could probably tell from my url but there were definitely some wasted opportunities etc.

Ok first of all … fucking Thom. Let’s just get rid of that Warder bond but also it makes no sense for HIM to guard the Bore, like old ass no magical powers man?? Nobody jumps his ass?? They all politely walk up to him with Mask of Mirrors on and he’s like hmm that’s not how Cadsuane walks. Like how???

Somebody else on here suggested Lan guard the Bore which fucks severely because the only three people he’s ever cared about are currently fighting for all our lives. Force him to stay alive for something rather than constantly trying to kill himself in his pointless one-man war.

As well I think Lan should have gotten to confront Isam. I know that would take some rearranging of Slayer but if we don’t know how he got put together anyways well shit let’s pull him apart. Then Perrin could have taken on Lord Luc as a Rand look alike which I also think would have been interesting for his character.

For Perrin though too just like an honest acceptance of his wolf powers and leading the wolf packs instead of his dream journey.

Siuan and Egwene to not die 😭 Gawyn not to be a stupid idiot who put on the blood rings after a literal Seanchan warned him not to. Not to sound pro Gawyn on main but he should have fulfilled his birthright of leading Andor into battle beside Elayne.

How Fain died was really jarring, like what a weird time to throw down that Randland knows about germ theory.

IF and only IF Egwene had to die then Cadsuane is the worst choice as Amyrlin, it SHOULD have been Seaine!!!

Moiraine and Siuan get married

Androl getting the seal by just like bumping into Taim like a cartoon is pretty cringe. The dude can manipulate Waygates like no one we’ve seen and you couldn’t even use those?

I will say though more characters should have died, it ends up being somewhat low stakes because there doesn’t really seem to be element of danger. Like some people should have been cut down mid PoV to give some tension. It’s hard for me not to just name characters I don’t like lmao but like, c’mon, if Egwene dies then one of the Two Rivers boys should too.

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♡ 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒑 𝒇𝒐𝒓 @jet-the-glaceon92

i match you with . . .

𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑨𝑲𝑰 𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑶

Two completely different looking rays of sunshine that are more alike than anyone would've thought at first glance (◍ ´꒳` ◍)

This oni is wholly smitten with you. You are a little firecracker and he cannot comprehend how all that energy fits inside your tiny body. But you know what? It doesn't matter because if Itto likes you, he likes you and sweating about the details is a waste of time. He can focus on more important things, like making you the happiest, most joyful woman in the world.

I'll tell you though that it's your passionate, extroverted nature that Itto can't get enough of. The fact that you laugh with him, support him and get into shenanigans together without a second thought makes him feel like he's invincible. However, you are also in a way more sensitive than him which he admires.

His life was admittedly pretty darn good to begin with, but then you came along and suddenly life was shining in bright new colours?? You took everything he had and coated it with a layer of gold. From the way you understood his strive to protect his loved ones to his humour, you were like the perfect spice that he'd been missing from his life.

Many sleepless nights were spent on rambling to Shinobu and the rest of the Arataki Gang about you, telling them about his grand plans to take you out to the most extraordinary places. It occurred to him maybe halfway through that this mattered to him more than any other goal he had set for himself before.

Your opinion was more important than anyone else's.

Of course he is amazing in all aspects, that is a given, but if you ever saw him in a light that wasn't positive he might just tumble. So he holds you very dear to his heart. From (sometimes needlessly) protecting you from anything harmful to taking every opportunity to show off to you, Itto won't let it be unclear how head-over-heels he is for you.

♡ 𝑴𝑬𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮

You needed someone to watch and walk your dogs (since one of them was a menace so you couldn't leave her alone💀) while you were busy during the day, and guess who was the first to respond to your request? That's right, Arataki the-best-pet-sitter-in-the-world Itto!

You knew he did odd-jobs around town and had experience in dog-sitting too, but when you met him at the park to make sure the dogs liked him, you hadn't expected to meet a mountain of a guy who looked like he came straight from a gang.

To be fair, he said he was the leader of a gang, not just any old member. But he was so kind, so full of life and seeing him interact with your dogs you couldn't help but trust him.

Except that he immediately teased you about how surprising it was that you could handle two dogs although you were so tiny (¯―¯٥)

But he did an amazing job. One time you came back home and even found Itto rapping to your dogs like he was giving a full-out concert lmao. After that you invited him to stay for dinner and his eyes went sparkle sparkle

You asked him jokingly if he charged extra for entertainment but he just winked at you and said "Nah, special service for my favourite customer."

Sounds sus I know but he really meant it :0

♡ 𝑩𝑳𝑼𝑹𝑩𝑺

"You have a crush on Deanna."

"Crush? Arataki the-one-and-oni Itto is too powerful to be crushed!!"

☝︎ an artistic recreation of the time when Shinobu first called Itto out on his simping. This big guy had a big storm coming.

When you date Itto you're basically dating a huge affectionate doggo that thinks it's a lapdog. Though your height difference is blatantly, adorably obvious, he can't keep his hands off you. Cuddles, hugs, hand-holding, using you as an armrest, and carrying you on his shoulders: it's all a package deal ♡︎

When he hugs you you just disappear somewhere between his arms and chest which, let's be honest, isn't that bad ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Whenever one of you gets the idea to dye your hair, the other one jumps the bandwagon. You've tired all kinds of funky colours but a matching highlight always remains on you both. Your next big project naturally is to get rainbow hair and show it off to the world!!

Spontaneous dates are your thing. Catch Itto calling you at 3am to get fries with him and showing up on your doorstep to take you to a theme park he happened to pass by. Basically he immediately takes you to any place he knows you'd think would be fun. He ain't missing a single opportunity to spend time with you, nuh-uh. No sir.

He introduces you to his granny who lives on a farm and his favourite ox Ushi <33

Oh the never-ending prank-wars between you. You keep track of all the successes and fails and nobody knows how you do it??

For example, you have to be really concise with what snacks you want him to get or else he'll think of a way to twist your words, and he can never trust you when you're playing video games cause you might lure him into a trap.

Despite often teasing you to no-end, Itto is really proud of you and loves showing you off to every person who will listen. You're the apple of his eye, the Bonnie to his Clyde, you know (ゝω･)

Good luck with all the awful pick-up lines though

"You're the oni one for me."

"Oh my god, Itto."

"Are you an onikabuto cause I've been looking everywhere for you!!"

𑁍 𝑱𝑬𝑾𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑹𝒀 𝑩𝑶𝑿

— favourite memory with you

For his birthday you decided to spoil Itto as much as he often spoiled you. You took him to the arcade first, vowing to win all the prizes he wanted, and he laughed. Not because he thought you incapable but your detmination was just so adorable he didn't know how else to relieve how flustered he was. In the end, you had a big competition on who got better scores on all the games until the manager had to come remind you it was closing time. But you just took him to the next spot: a karaoke bar where the Arataki Gang had prepared a huge party! You had a blast and Itto may or may have not shed a tear. What made this especially memorable though was the heartfelt kiss he gave you after everyone had gone home. And he thanked you for being there, for making this year the most special one so far in his life.

— favourite place to kiss you

Anyone who is familiar with Itto knows that his motto is basically go big or go home, and this applies here too. This man goes straight for your lips, no ifs or buts. He's very bold about it as well and won't hesitate if he has your consent. It's intimate and passionate, just like his feelings for you and showing this in public isn't a problem either. But he loves it the most when you're sitting on a coutertop or table, or if you're sitting/lying together so he can reach you better ♡

— favourite nicknames to call you by

This one is hard to say cause Itto's vocabulary just keeps infinitely expanding when it comes to your nicknames. It can range from anything chill like Dee-Dee to something cheesy for example munchkin' to a more adoring one like princess and babe all depending on the mood and situation. If you've see the pic where the person keeps texting the other weirder and weirder nicknames until they respond, yep, that's Itto with you :)

❦︎ 𝑰𝑵𝑲 𝑩𝑶𝑿

— Being two peas in a pod is not always sunshine and rainbows, especially when both parties are not only stubborn but also full of pride. Arguments happen as they do between everybody, but what happens to admitting being at fault?

— It was a stupid joke that started it. You and Itto were hanging out, laughing with the gang as you had lunch together at a family restaurant. Then Akira jokingly asked if you never got annoyed by their boss' loud chewing. Of course you didn't, but going along with the joke you shrugged and said he was loud anyway so you were used to it.

— Itto immediately countered by saying that this made the two of because you were just like him, and you ended up arguing about who was the loudest. It would've been all fun banter had it ended there but it quickly took a turn for the worse when you began trying to find flaws in the other overall just for the sake of having the last word.

— You couldn't tell at which point did you become genuinely angry but for Itto anger had always been like a switch; he was either a-okay or almost completely, freightingly mad. Now realising your words had truly stung each other and nothing could be laughed off, you parted ways there and then.

— Why should you apologise first when all Itto thought of you as was a breathing stressball? Why should Itto apologie first when you only saw him as brainless and pathetic as a stump of wood?

— Why won't you talk to each other when love is about loving someone with their flaws instead of in spite of them?

♡ runner up: Scaramouche

note: hello, I hope you enjoyed your matchup! Rip ink box cause I honestly just wanted to write you guys arguing about something silly like in which order to pour cereal and milk into a bowl and laugh about it💀 Anyway, thanks for the request, I hope you're taking care of yourself ♡

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TIS TIME for the semi-annual ask. how is rose rogers what is she up toooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

hello anonymous friend!! a lot. is what she's been up to LMAO I have rewritten and moved around a lot of stuff in the guardvengerverse (in my head and not in writing which I should do lest I forget what is in my brain) and uhhhhh

She's died like. Twice? Well. An almost-death and then an actual death. Sold her soul in servitude to Hela goddess of death in the underworld bcos her friends needed a hand and she's never been one to stand idly by. Had to do some grim-reaper-y shit for Hela and in doing so solely targeted HYDRA bcos every person she killed was sent directly to Hel for Hela to do with as she pleased and she only felt morally right in killing n*zis. Does a good job of actually wiping out a good portion of HYDRA! she does a bit of decapitation of vampires and hydra agents alike. learned to enchant weapons into her bones so she can magically summon a number of them from her own little magic vault. also learned her mom Peggy is actually Cynthia Glass who took the Peggy Carter mantel after the REAL Peg (in this universe) died before meeting Steve and that her mom is a double double agent who switched sides at the last minute and ALSO learned SHE (sarah rose rogers carter) was essentially HYDRA's plan to foil SHIELD (which didn't work out but she did get a little experimented on as a child by Arnim Zola when he was brought to SHIELD via project paperclip)(which is why Peggy leaned into Rose training a bunch and essentially becoming a human weapon bcos she wanted her daughter to use her power for good) uhhhhh what else... civil war part 2 happen (and I decided no one dies for infinity war in this universe, Steve goes to Vormir and "kills" his captain america persona thus giving up the serum and becoming skinny Steve again) but he DOES die in civil war part 2 the same way it happens in the comics when he and his kid are eventually taken into custody (the xmen are here too, this is the beginning of rose reconnecting with her technical mutant roots), maybe Namor is in there somewhere, and much much more!! That's just the tip of the iceberg (no pun intended oops) I could put something together if anyone really would like to read it, something like.. cohesive and not a rambleparagraph like what I did here

Thank you for asking!! Also: pinterest board

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R.B's friendship with Team Star cause I know it in my heart they are friends.

Giacomo - Was surprised by how chill he was. Was kinda wary about him, hearing about how he used to be class president and also a bit of a bully himself. However, seeing how he chilled out and how he constantly seems to worry about his own position in power ( worries that he's taking too much and not being fair), she went " okay you're cool". They are kinda alike, both are pretty smart, and can easily joke around with each other. Of the team star leaders, his base is the one she hangs out with the most.

Mela- Two goth girls with a bit of a temper. Mela more than R.B. I feel like the two bicker a lot, with R.B's snark and Melia's temper. That being said, they are ride or die for each other, Mela getting really heated when people talk shit about R.B, and R.B using her cold intimidation to get advantage when people talk smack about Mela. They like hanging out and trying out new makeup items with each other. Mela jokingly complains how Giacomo is hogging R.B to himself ( she always makes sure to reassure him that she doesn't think he's doing that, and that she's joking)

Atticus- It takes R.B a minute to fully understand what he's saying, but overall, I think the two have a very sweet relationship. R.B is a very good listener and often listens to Atticus' discussions of ninja culture or whatever fashion he seems to be interested in. Truthfully, I think R.B admires how Atticus seems so comfortable in his own skin, something that R.B sometimes struggle with herself. Atticus is also really sweet, giving her a shoulder to lean on if needed, and always finds a way to compliment her. Ramona, who is still getting used to getting genuine compliments, gets flustered every time.

Ortega- I'll be honest, Ortega is more close to Luca than he is to R.B, but I think R.B loves getting on his nerves. Usually doesn't take most of his bravado and gives him a good noogie for the fun of it. Most of her information about Ortega comes from Luca, so she at least knows his interests and boundaries. She does like talking to him about machinery though, and greatly encourages him to pursue it if that's what he truly wants.

Eri- Oh Eri is a sweet heart and leaves R.B a mess with how genuinely sweet she is. Again she is still getting used to people actually giving a shit about her, and Eri is just so sweet that it takes her off guard so much. She may have cried when Eri pulled her aside once to ask her if she was okay. I think they're shopping buddies ( with Mela of course) and Eri helps train R.B!

Penny- Bc of the main plot, these two are very close. I think they had a rocky start, with Penny being a bit intimidated by R.B at first, but after everything they went through together, they're two peas in a pod ( trans girls in STEM). Penny absolutely introduced a shit ton of anime and video games to R.B who never really got to experience that fully before. They honestly match each other's snark very well ( much to the pain of Arven lmao), and really Get™ each other. Much like Atticus, R.B admires Penny a lot. She admires how Penny tried to create a safe space for those who were bullied, even if it ended up a mess. She wishes that she had that back in her old schools- maybe then she wouldn't have felt so alone. Vice versa, I think penny admires R.B for how she was so resilient through everything. The world constantly gave her a shitty hand and yet she was still standing, not running away. I really think these two are close friends :)

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His Pride, His Ruin

Just a little oneshot to get back in the groove…

450 words  Nano x Shiki NSFW (special warnings: biting, asphyxiation? But not really. Nano is just too strong, ok? Just think of him as a boa and you’ll get the point. lmao Sorry not sorry.)

＊More notes at the end.

Summary:

That day, Nano didn’t just let Shiki live. He decided to escape and take him with him…

“Because fear can wear many faces, let me undo all of yours.” — n

“You’ve already fallen in fear (love) with me—“ he had told him as he took him away from that battlefield, “I want to taste it…”

And he tasted and relished and marvelled in the man’s capacity to be stained but also to gradually be able to wash him with his own unique colour as well.

After all those years of fleeing that bloodied wasteland and staying together in a state of prolonged war, the running was now easy.

They dyed in each other’s colours countless times; solid black paving over eerie purple, watery red tinging diluted ink…

“Ah!”

Sickening pace dragging his insides and the feeling of his flesh tearing as sharp teeth sink into it—

He never knew how real fear (power) tasted. Until him.

He had wanted to be free to go back but he can’t go back anymore. He’s also a wanted man by this moment.

Trapped and held, all at the same time.

‘Because the dog that bites the hand that feeds it, is only good for putting down.’

He grasps desperately at the hands that still him like vices and whimpers at the bruising force his hips are met with the man’s.

He lifts his head as much as he can to look up at the man that runs him through every night without a care of his condition.

They look alike, just how it’s supposed to when two souls are being too tightly connected. Either by love, fear or hate.

Hearts as well as exteriors.

‘Staying under the radar had forced him to dye his hair black. His purple gaze ever chilling.’

He looked down on him; taking in the pale white skin that glistened with sweat and that ever piercing blood-red stare that never denied him— never let go.

When he’s sure that the attention is all his, he just says: “Kill it. It’s coming again—”

And the pick up is brutal so much that he nearly chokes on his breath. The searing heat that fills him can be felt deep and even his spine vibrates with the sheer speed he’s being impaled. The arms of a being that has taken hundreds of lives are coiling around his body in an asphyxiating degree, a hot mouth that draws harsh bites on his back...

He really feels as though he’s getting killed over and over until he finally passes out with an earth–shuttering cry.

This is their most revered and accursed moment; the instant when the seed of fear is planted in him again as his own release smears the sheets beneath him, thinning the lines of this reality.

It’s because the fear that grows within him, feeds both of them.

—forever unchanging.

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A.N.: Hello hello! Long time no fic, huh? And to top it off I come bringing Togainu… lmao

Riiight~ I had another oneshot ready for some time now but it didn’t really fit into my ships so I thought I’d try making something out of it, but I just ended up writing a short for these two asses… Go figure. 🤗

I love Nano so much. He’s the best character in the series; and he’d have so much fun degrading Shiki— I just know it. These two are a great ship, ya know? Plus, I always said that Shikity doesn’t deserve to be a seme. He’s far too pretty for that! 😋

Poor Shiki, he really loves how Nano treats him but his pride just won’t let him accept it. But he knows it, though. Oooh, he knows it! That’s why he’s asking for the rough treatment EVERY TIME in the end. hahaha RIP Shiki’s ass, he won’t be walking straight for a week… Actually, he hasn’t been ever since Nano took him away… hohooo~ 🤭