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saintlucretia · 5 months ago
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let's be real, he'd win manspreading olympics
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lostreverb · 6 months ago
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KIT WALKER
edit made by me! (@ in the edit is my editing instagram)
"that's not what i'm hungry for" KITWHATDOYOUMENAOGMOGHGH
tags: @trueangel420 @ndlynw <333
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jubshead · 2 months ago
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Rewatching AHS coven bc of Patti LuPone and what if I- what if I wrote something with Joan…?
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hopefulshipper · 4 months ago
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ellewoodzzzisaicon · 1 year ago
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Happy new years! Here's something lilly rabe posted a bit ago
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There so lovely ❤️
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casimirsstache · 2 months ago
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Thinking of a slightly curly haired jpm atm 💗
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v1ctor1asecretangel · 3 months ago
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tate edits hate to see me coming
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codyfernuk · 1 year ago
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Cody Fern as Stan Vogel in American Horror Stories “Feral”
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always-a-joyful-note · 2 years ago
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Finally caught up to Monstrous Agonies and, asides from strongly believing that change is inevitable but is not always a bad thing and that communication can solve many problems (and if not, eating the problem is a valid solution), I'm starting to think that the real monsters are the friends we made along The Way
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sithfamily · 1 year ago
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Pov: yous started watching American horror story:
Obi Wan: Author, why we are moving into this weirdo house?
Me: Sheeesh Obi, we need content!
Anakin: I knew this house was too cheap for that big building!
Luke; Papa?
Obi Wan: Don't worry baby *purrs and takes him up*
Plo: *appears in seconds* I hear sad baby! I brought plushies, blankets and some sweets!
Young Feral walks in a moment after Plo: And more blankets *shows them more fluffy blankets*
Obi Wan: Awww....thank you my sweet child
Plo: *purrs proud of his cute child* As a good neighbours we will help as we can.
Also here you got a link for this little experiment. I hope it gonna live longer than my other ideas :3
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evanpeterswifeyyy · 5 months ago
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Him in this outfit and era does things to me..
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✩˖⁺‧ Evan Peters ✩ ‧ ˚
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grimeerie · 4 months ago
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If Enigma of Fear comes this month,i am praying for this game to be absolulety marketed fucking EVERYWHERE online,cause not only Ordem is such a amazing project that deserves so much recognition,but being a fully brazilian/latino-made TTRPG,the idea of this series becoming worldwide-known means so much personally as a brazilian artist.
I've mentioned this on a post before,but the experience of growing up as a latine being constantly fed white american-centric pop culture,be it comics,TV series,movies,art in general,to such a extreme point it made me develop such high insecurity in my country's art and culture as a whole,is so deeply harmful that even after leaving that toxic mindset,that insecurity still lingers on.
And it's why Ordem as a project is just so beautiful as an rpg to me,like the campaign main setting? All brazilian cities! The characters? Brazilians from different parts of the country all speaking in the accent and slang of their state or city! The players? Brazilians! The promotional art,the music,the boards,the tokens? ALL BRAZILIAN MADE. Like this project in so unashamedly Brazil and that makes me love every bit of bit.
Even though the gringo side of the Ordem fandom may still be somewhat small,the ammount of love i've seen you all have for this project is so big; all of the fanart,fics,headcanons,every single form of appreciation has just been so good. Know that regardless of what you may think about the quality of your contribution to this fandom know that to me and so many other brazilian,your love for this series means a lot to us. The hype for Enigma of Fear has been wonderful to see,and DESERVED CAUSE THE GOD THE GAME LOOKS FANTASTICAL AND DUMATIVA PUT THEIR WHOLE DUMATUSSY FOR 4 YEARS INTO THAT GAME AND THEY DESERVE THE RESPECT FOR IT-
BUT ALSO i want to shoutout the QSMP fandom as well,cause y'all are insane fr,seeing people love the same CCs i've watched and loved since my childhood,the fandom interacting with us Brazilian ??? Learning about our culture???? LEARNING TO SPEAK PORTUGUESE???
Sorry for the ramble but like- the whole learning portuguese part still makes me so happily feral cause as someone who grew up on Internet fandom spaces,having to learn english on my own to be able to interact with others,especially english being the main language in most internet spaces,THE FACT THE INVERSE IS HAPPENING LIKE WHAT?? Serioulsly,the dedication man! That is awesome!!
Legitimately i don't think there's enough words to describe the appreciation i have for yall,so basically: thank you all,so much,for giving us so much love this past year,and i hope if Ordem does become big enough out there,that more brazilian art to come gains as much love as this one,we are such a diverse country with so much to offer,and im am so glad to be born to such a colorful and crazy country <3
In general i hope this will be an encouragment for all to support non-white american centric art in general,there's so much art from other countries to love and appreciate,that desperately need it.
So basically: Watch Ordem Paranormal,and play Enigma of Fear when it comes out. It's RPG,it's story,characters,worldbuilding are fantastic,its horror,found family,comedy and deliciously SOUL-CRUSHING angst. Trust me,you won't regret it.
É ORDO REALITAS CARALHO!
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casimirsstache · 2 months ago
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Where the single evans at
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argumentativeaxolotl · 1 year ago
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Random Human AU Cars headcanons that probably don’t make any sense before I go to bed bc I can.
Lightning McQueen:
- Has accidentally called Doc “dad” before
- Has accidentally called Strip “dad” as well
- Bro can literally not stop moving- like he will not sit still and he tries so hard
- He has the shortest attention span ever if it doesn’t have to do with his friends or racing
- He actually really enjoys American Football and plays a modified version with Mater sometimes
- He was an orphan growing up
- Bro would 100% go apeshit feral if he lost a game of Uno
- Loves carnivals
- Dog person
- Forgets he’s rich sometimes and he can make his own decisions about money
- His love language is hugs and gifts
- He bought the Hot Wheels of his car and continues to buy every variation
Chick Hicks:
- Bit other kids as a child
- Filled water guns with lemonade and shot at people’s eyes
- Daddy issues(actually this is canon isn’t it?)
- Cat person
- Frighteningly good at card games like Casino “house always wins” levels of good. Like bro will somehow know what your cards are without even looking at them
- He put rocks in snowballs
- Alcoholic
- Loves anything horror, gorey, and True Crime
- He’s notoriously bad at getting people gifts, like seriously bro is not allowed to buy anything for anyone for Christmas or their birthdays that’s how bad it is(someone usually gets it for him)
- He probably has a huge gambling problem
- His love language is giving gifts
- He gives gifts as a form of apology because he’s shit at words
- Literally the best mustache in all of cars- like he keeps that thing at top condition 101% of the time
- He never actually finished school because his dad forced him into racing as soon as he could
- Probably had rabies at one point and somehow survived
- If you somehow manage to become a good friend of his, he’ll actually be super chill w/ you
- Rich as FUCK
Strip Weathers:
- Legally adopted Cal after his parents passed away(or sumn idk)
- Has several scars on his arm from the crash during the tie-breaker race
- He, Tex, Lynda, and Cal were practically inseparable after the crash
- He and Tex are literally the bestest of buds like they are homies to the MAX
- He doesn’t hold any ill-will against Chick even if he should and is allowed to
- The “Boy Scout” of racing(think Superman or Captain America)
- He listens to “Old Town Road” by Lil Nas X while working with his horses. Cal cringes every time.
- He never swears unless he’s serious about something or is extremely upset or concerned
- He almost fainted when he met Doc for the first time, almost immediately asking for an autograph
- He has a ranch full of horses and enjoys horse racing as well as car racing
- Received an apology gift of both cologne and a miniature trophy from Chick
- He let Chick sign his cast after the crash
- He’s tried to teach Lightning and Bobby how to ride horses with Cal’s help. It did not go well
- He wanted to be a doctor for a little while before switching career paths
- Racing is literally in his blood(he comes from a very VERY long line of racers)
- Weirdly good at writing. Like for no reason.
- He heavily fanboyed over Doc when he was younger
Doc Hudson:
- He loves Lightning as his son
- He thinks of Sally as a surrogate daughter
- Unironically says “back in my day” whenever he’s telling a story
- He owns a shotgun and it’s hidden away in his house, far away from Lightning(who keeps trying to find it with no luck)
- He knows the most shit out of everyone and all their backstories. Bro hears the gossip and goes “nice”
- He loves watching fruit dissection videos on YouTube for some reason
- Bro is great at knitting. Like seriously. Give him ten seconds and you’ll have a whole ass sweater with a theme and everything
- He is an alcoholic(especially after his crash)
- Never got married or had children… until Lightning and Sally lmaooo
- He nearly started crying tears of joy when Lightning called him dad the first time
- He has several large burns and scars on his legs and lower back from the crash(like shit is really bad dude)
- His favorite movie is the original ghost busters
- He is a cat person
- He is a neat freak at heart yet gave up trying to clean out his garage because of all the bad memories
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uzumaki-rebellion · 3 months ago
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"The nighttime brings promises I can't keep
Givin' in is the one thing that I don't need
Got ahead of myself, gotta retrace my steps'
Cause I lost me the moment I took a piece of you
And you may never believe, but I'm sorry
I never meant for it to go this way (this way)
Only wanted the best and I'm stickin' to my story
This was a moment for me, and this was all it could be"
Destin Conrad & Alex Isley –"Same Mistake"
The state of mental disarray Celeste lived in would've broken the average woman. Having a feral pack of vampires follow her home brought on a fear so acute that she fled her cottage that same night and stayed with Mercy until the next morning.
She didn't tell her friend about the encounter, knowing she'd be packed off to a mental ward, or at least temporarily placed under observation at the hospital where Mercy worked as a nurse.
Mercy wasn't stupid.
She sensed immediately that Celeste's distress was beyond the made-up story about a burglar trying to break into her house. Crime happened a lot in the Easy, and any normal person would call the cops and bitch about soaring crime rates. Nothing would come of it, anyway. Outside of homicide, the NOLA police department wasn't known to haul ass for a B&E —breaking and entering. Mercy's suspicions were affirmed by the way Celeste acted, peeking out of the window every half hour like the time an old boyfriend before Freddie harassed her with stalking and drive-bys to her old apartment. All of her clique knew Terry left the city. She told them he had his job to get back to and things weren't going to pan out long distance. Mercy's lips poked out like she was itching to know if Terry was the problem and the reason for running off to her place in the middle of the night.
Celeste slept on the couch in Mercy's apartment and stayed indoors there while her friend left early for work. Daytime was a safe time. Isn't that what the vampire myths claimed it to be? She stared at the old bite wounds on her neck, thigh, and breasts. How could she be so blind to what they were? Terry had her so twisted up in the fog of lust that she glossed over proof that bloodsuckers were fucking real.
She groaned and closed her eyes. Terry manipulated her trust to feed from her.
New Orleans was the popular gothic home of vampire lore in the south. Countless books, movies, TV shows and the like centered it as the breeding ground for supernatural creatures. People made stories about monsters to scare children into being obedient. Bloody Mary. The Boo Hag. Zombies. Shit, even Voodoo still gave folks around those parts the heebie-jeebies even though white people turned it into a commercial joke. They sold Voodoo donuts, Voodoo dolls, and even ran up and down the French Quarter pretending to be Voodoo Witch Doctors giving graveyard tours to visit Madame Marie Laveau.
Like her ancestors before her, Celeste knew Vodun was real. Hoodoo was real. African retentions stayed rooted in the diaspora, and New Orleans was the most African city in America, witnessing unspeakable horrors done to Black people. White people were monsters bringing them to southern American shores. Surely their monstrosity enabled wickedness to flourish on southern soil and everywhere else. Her people danced at carnival, dressed as skeletons, and masked to hide their true selves. What better city to feed in than one that openly courted secrecy, excess, and spooky vibes? If people disappeared or turned up dead, the law and society could blame it on American's natural inclination to be violent with one another…not anything supernatural.
Vampires walked among them.
She swiped the cracked screen of her smartphone, looking up old wives' tales about Terry's kind. None of them supported anything he would be averse to. He had a reflection in the mirror. Crosses didn't bother him. He shook a priest's hand and didn't freak out. Never even flinched when she wore her gold cross necklace. She fed him garlic in the shrimp she cooked. The only things that tripped her up was that he walked around in the daytime, and she never saw him with fangs. Obviously, his teeth were sharp enough to break her skin, but regular human teeth could do that.
Maybe he was a familiar.
Dracula had Renfield. Maybe Terry was The Deacon's Renfield, luring people to their doom.
Celeste rubbed her scalp and swallowed down the anger festering in her chest. She'd made a mistake trusting Terry. She let a pretty boy's face and five-star Michelin dick trick her into submission of diabolical evil. The only saving grace was Terry's absence from her life, and whatever else ran around the Easy that scared the vampires away. She heard them say Old Ones. Perhaps that's what landed on her roof, causing the bloodsuckers to flee. Whatever it was, it didn't harm her, so she had one less monster to worry about.
As long as she stayed active during the day and locked herself in for the night, the vampires couldn't touch her. Had they wanted her dead or sucked dry, they would've done it days ago when she came home from work at night. They seduced people easily. Moved fast. It wouldn't take much to kill her on a dark street. They wanted her alive for a reason: to get Terry.
She texted Mercy and told her she felt better about going home. Made up a story about getting a burglar alarm. While driving to her small neighborhood in Marigny, she kept her neck on swivel to check for suspicious activity. She spent the rest of her time sleeping. She was so tired lately. Fatigue came easy.
Come nightfall, she turned all the lights on in the house and carried a sharp meat-carving knife on her. In her bedroom, she watched the news on her laptop, feeling drowsy. She typed in the words Shelby Springs into the Google search bar and tried to figure out where Terry came from. He claimed that he lived not too far from the place where his cousin was murdered. Three other parishes surrounded Shelby Springs. Typing Terry's name in the search engine brought up pictures of other Terry Richmonds, all white and mostly old.
Going another route, Celeste typed in the name Michael Simmons with Shelby Springs, and a slew of articles filled her screen. She read about a corrupt police force and an attempted coverup. Not one article mentioned Terry's name. Stranger still, four of the officers involved in the corruption scandal had disappeared months after being charged to stand trial. The only members of the force still around happened to be a Black woman who was set to testify against her fellow officers. She quit the force and refused to comment on any of the charges with the media. Celeste wrote her name down: Officer Jessica Sims. A second officer, who had been shot by his own Police Chief, made a move across the country to work at another police force.
If Terry went to help his cousin, surely Officer Sims would have information about his address, or at least the name of the parish he came from. Celeste stared at the screen. Officer Sims' round face looked haunted by something.
Another thought occurred to her, and she grabbed her cell phone. She called her cousin Butchie, who was friends with Travis.
"Butchie, can you text me Travis's number? I need to ask him something."
"About?" Butchie drawled on the other end.
"None of your business."
Butchie sucked his teeth and twenty seconds later, Travis X's number appeared on her screen. She typed it in fast, hitting the send button.
"Who dis?"
"Is that how you answer your phone? It's me, Duchess."
"Sister Celeste? What's going on?"
"Can you tell me, or ask your brother, where Terry lives?"
"Who?"
"Terry. Terry Richmond."
"Who dat?"
"Whatchu mean who dat? Your friend you brought to the Indian practice last month…your brother Scubbie's marine buddy. The one with the green eyes."
"Scubbie was never in the marines and I didn't bring anybody to the bar with green eyes. Have you been smoking that funny herb?"
"He came with you outside when you lit up my cigarette. The pretty boy."
Travis stayed silent.
"Never mind. Sorry to bother you. I thought maybe you knew him. Goodnight."
Celeste tapped her cell phone against her thigh. Terry used Travis to get next to her. He probably induced some type of hypnotic state like those vampires tried to do at her house… Jedi mind-tricked Travis into letting him hang with them. Once he was no longer needed, the memory of Terry faded from his mind.
She shut off the laptop and curled into a ball with the knife in front of her face. Resting her fingers on the handle, she made plans to visit Shelby Springs the next time she had another two consecutive days off.
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Celeste drank a red bull to perk herself up for work at the elder care facility. The new client who moved into Miss Irma's old room was a cranky white man who never seemed satisfied with his care there. He often complained that his room was cold and drafty.
"There's no draft and your room faces the garden, the sunniest and warmest part of the building," Celeste said, helping Mr. Crawley with the door so he could move with his walker better to get inside his room.
"I'm telling you people I have a draft in my room and it's too cold, even when I turn up the heat. I pay too much money for this place not to have controlled temperatures," Crawley said.
"May I suggest wearing one of your nice sweaters?" she said.
Celeste grit her teeth, listening to Crawley go off, but she assisted him and nodded her head as his list of complaints grew. She helped him sit at the desk near the window where he wanted to write letters and his autobiography. He probably complained about his life there, too.
"You feel that?" he said.
Crawley held his hand out toward the closed window where sunlight created a square of light on the teal carpet. He grabbed her hand and forced it into the light.
"See?" he said, his pale blue eyes pleading with her to pay attention.
She stood with her fingers splayed out, dust motes floating in the bright light. Where warmth should've been, there was only a cold spot. She moved her hand in different areas around the window and there was definitely an icy chill that shouldn't have been there. Glancing up at the air conditioner vent, she didn't hear it working at that moment. Only the fan whirred, giving a pleasant circulation of air.
"I feel the cold air, Mr. Crawley. I don't know what I can do about it. Is it bothering you?"
"If it stayed in that one spot it wouldn't be a problem." He leaned in conspiratorially, and she moved closer to him. "But it moves around."
"Moves around?"
Crawley's tone of voice lowered, and he genuinely looked agitated by Celeste's facial expression.
"The cold moves around in here," he said.
She glanced at the window and reached her hand into the suspect area. The sun warmed her hand up. The cold spot was gone.
"See? I told you. Now it's all warm and normal again, isn't it?"
"Yeah."
Celeste retrieved a sweater from the hook on the door and placed it on the back of Crawley's seat.
"I'll be back to take you to lunch," Celeste said.
She left the room and worked without incident until she walked down the hallway carrying a bag of collected trash and passed near Crawley's room. A large, cold spot sat in front of his door. The chill startled Celeste. The air in the building had slightly warmed up, but not enough to need the air-conditioning blasting more than it was. She walked through an icy gust and gasped at the sudden drop in temperature. Crawley's door was open. He furiously scribbled at his desk. Celeste moved back and forth between coolness and frigid air. Out of the corner of her eye, she glimpsed someone walking toward the employee break room.
Miss Irma.
Celeste stood cemented to the floor, and Miss Irma turned a corner and glanced back at her. A male co-worker pushed a cart of meds down the hall and stared at Celeste's confused face.
"You alright, Celeste?"
"Did you see someone walk past you?"
"Just now?"
"Yes."
"Nope."
She didn't want to walk down the hall. Ignoring a dead woman should've been easy, but Celeste moved along the corridor close to the wall. When she reached the corner, she prayed no one would be there.
"Oh thank God," she sighed, seeing another empty hallway.
She left the building out of the side door to throw away the trash in the dumpster outside. A supervisor named Diane met her back inside the break room. Diane snacked on a bag of chips and a bottle of coke.
"Celeste, can you get in touch with Terry Richmond? He hasn't returned my calls to collect his grandmother's personal effects," Diane said.
"I haven't spoken to him in a long time."
"Well…his grandmother has boxes in our storage room and I'd hate to throw it out. The clothes we can donate to Goodwill, but there are photo albums and books—"
"I'll take them to him. I get off at five."
"You will? That would be great. Do you have time now to get it and put it in your car? I can help you. Mr. Richmond was told that we can hold items for thirty-days and he said he would get them before he left the city. It's been past the deadline."
Celeste followed Diane to the large storage room, and in the back were four medium-sized boxes and two bags of clothes. They took two trips to her car, and she squeezed all the boxes in the back seat and the passenger side. She dumped the contents of an over-sized box into the trunk and folded it up to reuse later at her home.
"Thank you so much. This makes me feel so much better. There are photos and all kinds of irreplaceable things in them. I'd hate to see them dumped in the garbage," Diane said.
"No problem. I'll keep them at my house and he can pick them up the next time I see him."
Diane left her alone. Celeste grabbed her smokes from the glove compartment and took an extra break. She hid herself in the garden and sat on one of the wooden benches. Seeing Miss Irma unearthed troublesome emotions. She worried that her mind was teetering on the verge of mental collapse from the stress and fear. Seeing ghosts on top of vampires was too much. Puffing and fretting, Celeste closed her eyes. Feeling dizzy, she leaned forward, hanging her head between her legs. Goosebumps pricked her skin as the temperature dropped abruptly around her. She shivered in the direct blazing sunlight.
"It's the baby making you feel sick," an elderly female voice said.
Celeste kept her eyes closed and head low, too afraid to open them or move. Reeling, she prayed silently and hoped that she wouldn't pass out.
"Don't be afraid. You know I won't hurt you…I just have to talk to you."
Celeste opened her eyes and focused her attention on the grass beneath her feet. She looked slightly to her right and noticed a pair of feet encased in pretty yellow house slippers. Moving her gaze higher, she recognized the simple pink floral dress, and the pale wrinkled hands.
"I'm scared," Celeste said.
The hand of a dead woman pulled her up, and they looked at one another eye to eye on the bench.
"Is this real? Or am I losing my mind?" Celeste asked.
Miss Irma's eyes twinkled. She looked more alive and vibrant than her last days at the assisted living facility.
"Your mind is fine, baby. Just fine."
"You're really a ghost, then?"
"That indeed. May I?"
Miss Irma pointed to Celeste's stomach. Celeste sat back.
"You want to touch me?"
"Yes."
"Okay."
Miss Irma rested her soft hand on Celeste's belly. The warmth she exuded seemed so real. Ghosts were supposed to be smoky and floaty. Miss Irma sat next to her like the most solid and alive person on the planet.
"Well, now…Papa didn't waste no time," Miss Irma said.
"What are you talking about?"
"You are pregnant, child. It's still early, but you are about to become a mama for my great-granddaddy."
"That can't be true."
"Getting pregnant?"
"Terry being your great-granddaddy…he's not even…he's not…"
"You know it's true. I can see in your eyes you know his secret…what he is. On this side, they tell me that you've done the impossible, so now I must tell you something important…something I was too weak to say before I died."
Miss Irma cradled Celeste's hands, which shook so badly that the ghost had to clamp them down tight between her palms.
"You have my things. Look through them so you may know Papa's story. He was human once upon a time ago. I spent my long life documenting all I could for my grandson Michael, but he's gone and can't hold the secret for our family. Papa wanted me to tell his story. But my mind started fading and I couldn't finish my work. Now you have become my family, Celeste. There are beings in the world who mean Papa harm… and your baby, too. They hide in plain sight in other places, but because Papa came back here, they might come for him."
"Other vampires?"
"Les Gargouilles…gargoyles. They will seek him out and kill him. Their kind are enemies to Papa. Enemies to that child if they find out about you carrying a vampire's baby."
"I've seen a few gargoyle statues in the Quarter that were never here before."
"Oh no, then it may be too late."
Miss Irma rose from her seat and looked off into the distance. She paced in front of Celeste.
"They're not active in the daytime, so you're safe, even when they hunt at night. I've tracked many during my lifetime taking pictures of them all over the world. They protect humans and won't harm you because you're a child of God. The baby will be safe until it's born and out of your body…oh no…oh no…"
Miss Irma looked at her hands. They began to disintegrate, starting at her fingertips.
"Celeste! He loves you…he—"
Miss Irma's body broke apart and floated away like the graying ash of a dying fire.
Too stunned to move, Celeste sat on the bench for the rest of her shift. She wandered away only when the sun went down. Climbing into her car, she thought of what to do with the information given to her. After an hour of sitting in her driver's seat, she drove herself to the drugstore and bought an early detection pregnancy kit.
At home, she tested herself twice.
She was positive both times.
Chapter 11 HERE.
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gayaristocrat · 2 years ago
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Key: Smut = {s} Fluff = {f} Angst = {a}
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Stranger Things
Eddie Munson
Eddie Munson x Male Reader {s}
Request: This is just me being a slut, like my name, but wearing a skirt for Eddie for the first time. Like he’s just rambling and rambling then he notices that you’ve changed from pants to the skirt and then he starts being absolutely feral. Then he spreads your leg and starts kissing his way up your thighs and you’re just leaking like crazy underneath, leaving a wet spot on the front And he makes you keep it on as he rails the fuck out of you
Eddie Munson x FtM! Reader {s}
Request: Omg omg I'm going feral over this but imagine an FTM reader and Eddie Munson but like. Eddie putting a pillow under Reader's back and pressing on their stomach while absolutely RAILING him---
Billy Hargrove
Billy Hargrove x Male Reader {f}
Summary: How would Billy Hargrove be in an a-z fluff?
Billy Hargrove x Male Reader {s}
Request: Hi I LOVED your billy a-z fluff if you are doing requests can you do another billy a-z but smut? Or headcanon
Billy Hargrove x Male Reader {s}
Request: What do you think Billy Hargrove will do to help his boyfriend who is scared of sex?
Billy Hargrove x Male reader {f}, {s}
Request: Hi! Going off of Billy helping his bf with his fear of sex, how about Billy planning a beautiful night for his bf who told him they feel confident to have sex and Billy make love to them gently and praised them
Billy Hargrove x Male Reader {s}
Summary: While Billy was punishing you, you discover a secret about yourself you never know about. 
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Wednesday
Tyler Galpin
Tyler Galpin x Male Reader {s}
Summary: Tyler's boyfriend gives him head as he falls apart at the sight
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Harry Potter
Harry Potter
Harry Potter x Male Reader {s}
Summary: Harry’s boyfriend gives him head while at a very important zoom meeting for work
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Riverdale
Archie Andrews
Yandere! Archie Andrews x Femboy! Male Reader*
Request: So do you still take request? and how is your day? I was thinking yandere Archie Andrew x femboy male reader. I like yandere books btw. The plot is that the reader is new to Riverdale high
Archie Andrews x Mute! Male Reader***
Request: Reading your fics always makes me happy. Would you do a headcanon of archie taking his boyfriend who is mute out on a picnic for their birthday and just being soft to him and affectionate with some soft nsfw
Archie Andrews x Male Reader**
Summary: How would a date night with your heroic boyfriend, Archie Andrews, play out?
Reggie Mantle
Reggie Mantle x Male Reader***
Summary: Since Reggie had been denying you attention, you decided to find it somewhere else, knowing full well how easily jealous he gets.
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American Horror Story
Michael Langdon
Michael Langdon x Male Reader
Summary: Michael takes a liking to the reader and falls for him. Michael wants to ‘question’ the reader, but things get more heated than they should.
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Michael Langdon x FtM! Reader***
Summary: Michael has a hard day at work, but thankfully he can come home and relieve his stress every day.
Michael Langdon x Male Reader***
Summary: Being tied up as Michael plays with you like his little rag doll was not how you planned your night to go, especially being denied and teased by him.
Michael Langdon x Male Reader***
Summary: Sometimes its good to just be an obedient little puppy
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Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina
Ambrose Spellman
Ambrose Spellman x Male Reader**
Summary: Could Ambrose Spellman really have found the love of his life or is he just another summer fling?
Ambrose Spellman x Male Reader***
Summary: What could possibly make Ambrose Spellman punish his sweet little boyfriend?
Father Blackwood
Father Blackwood x Male Reader***
Summary: Reader and Sabrina try to come up with a plan to get back at Weird Sisters, but he wants to do something bigger. But what happened when things take a turn?
Harvey Kinkle
Harvey Kinkle x Male Reader ** (angst to fluff)
Summary: It's time for Harvey's boyfriend to confess a secret, but will things go as planned?
Nicholas Scratch
Nicholas Scratch x FtM! Reader
Summary: Nicholas spends a special holiday with his boyfriend
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Supernatural
Sam Winchester
Sam Winchester x Male Reader***
Summary: Sam and reader both hate each other and they work out their frustrations together
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Misc. Characters
Mike Schmidt
Mike Schmidt x Male Reader***
Summary: Mike wants nothing more than to fuck his boyfriend’s ass into oblivion. But in order to do that, his boyfriend must teach him patience and obedience first
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