#and i PREDICTED kill all your friends and it happened. whatever

[h0useofw0lves]

i keep these in my inbox to remind me i cherish these

does anyone rememebr kill all your friends live 2023

[meteor752]

Epic the musical side story where Hades and Persephone get really invested in the story during The underworld saga, sorta small talk about the strange man for the next couple of years, and then freak the fuck out in the audience during god games when they find out not only is the guy still alive, he’s managed to piss off like half the pantheon

Just

“Hey babe?”

“Yeah Perse?”

“There’s like, a bunch of mortals here”

“Mortals? What, how?”

“Idk, they’re like, on some ship”

“Huh. Should I call Thanatos, have him take care of it, or should we just wait it out”

“Call Thanatos, best to rid the garden of any pests before they manage to kill your flowers”

“Pfft, alright. I’ll be right back”

“Okay- wait. A bunch of the dead are singing to him”

“What?”

“Yeah like a bunch. Who are they?”

“Uhh, most of them drowned, a few killed by a cyclops. One broke his neck?”

“They’re singing about a cyclops, about how he let one live or something”

“Probably one of Poseidons. Should I still call Thanatos?”

“No wait, I wanna see where this goes.”

“Alright.”

“An infant, what infant?”

“Maybe the cyclops?”

“OH NEW GUY! He seems important!”

“Also a cyclops victim. They seem close, what do you think friend or lover?”

“They’re Greek, it’s probably both”

“I don’t know how he managed it, but this guy brought down like, the entire vibe of the entire underworld. That shouldn’t be possible”

“Yeah. Oh who’s this lady now?”

“Suicide by drowning. Not sure. Maybe a relative”

“Yeah may-THATS HIS MOM”

“OH MY GODS. OH HE DIDNT KNOW OH LORD”

“Hooooooly fuck, what a way to find out”

““Here in the underworld the past is always close behind”. Think we should make that a slogan?”

“Then we’d have to credit him and stuff tho”

“Yeahhhh. Well, seems like this guy is sticking around for a few hours. Should I grab some popcorn?”

“Yeah I’ll grab the fainting couches”

~~~

“Okay what’s happening now?”

“He just stated speaking to Tiresias”

“Tiresias? He went all the way to the underworld to speak with a prophet?”

“Well he is quite good”

“Wait did Tiresias just reject him?”

“I think so? Oh wait predictions”

“Past romance, sacrifice, betrayal, and some final battle? Who the fuck is this guy?”

“Dunno, but he’s not going home that’s for sure”

“Palace? He must be a king of some kind then”

“Do we know the names of any mortal kings”

“Nope, so that didn’t help at-wait his wife is doing what”

“Ohhh, that must be rough, hearing it from a prophet”

“Okay this chanting is getting intense. I think I heard the word Scylla”

“I heard lightning bolt”

“That doesn’t bode well”

~~~

“He’s just, sitting there”

“Is he done? Should we-oh. No okay new song, let’s see what’s going on”

“Man this guy has it rough. Should we like, do something?”

“I mean, I’m not really the “bless the mortals” type of god. I mean I let a guy borrow my helm once, and I haven’t seen it since. I should probably check up on that actually”

“Yeahhh. They killed a friend of the cyclops?”

“That explains all the cyclops victims”

““Witch turn men to pigs”, you think that’s Circe?”

“Sounds like he-WHAT WAS THAT THIRD ONE”

“You don’t think-?”

““God comes down and makes a fleet drown”, I am most definitely sure!”

“Damn. Wait wooden horse? Oh, I know who this guy is!”

“Really?”

“Yeah he’s one of Athenas warriors! Ody something. Odyssen? Odyssa? Whatever, I remember the horse thing was a big deal when it happened, Ares was pissed, Hermes spread the word to all of mount Olympus”

“One of Athenas eh? Interesting. Oh yeah, the god was definitely Poseidon”

“How are you sure?”

“That line he just sung, “Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves”, Posy is always fucking saying that crap”

“500 men? Damn”

“Penelope, presumably the wife. Don’t know about the other guy tho”

“Either a son, brother, or lover. Or maybe just a friend I dunno”

“Another infant? What the fuck is wrong with this guy, pulling a fucking Hera”

“Gotta appreciate the determination of him”

“Yeah, but I think we’ll see him here again soon. If he’s pissed of Poseidon, and soon to be Zeus if Tiresias is to be believed, I don’t think he’ll get much further when he gets out of here”

“So we are letting him go”

“Yeah. Partly because I want to see what happens next. When he gets here we’ll ask him to tell the full story, from beginning to end”

“Alrighty then”

~~~

“I swear if I get dragged out of the underworld for one of Zeus’ little games one more time this year I might actually start a war”

“Mum keeps staring at me…fuck she’s probably gonna try and talk after this, fuck meeeeee”

“We can escape in the middle of it, no one will know”

“Oh she’ll know. Do you know what this is about like, at all?”

“No, but I think Hermes might launch into the fourth dimension if he keeps vibrating like that in his seat”

“Yeesh”

“Hmm, odd. I don’t see Posy anywhere”

“Maybe he’s competing?”

“Nah, he always declines when Zeus asks, he hates it”

“Why were you not invited?”

“Dunno, probably has nothing to do with me”

“Oh it’s starting, it’s starting”

“Athena’s challenging eh? Interesting”

“Would love to know what any of this is about”

“Mortal lover? Demi-god child? Those are the usual subject”

“Yeah but that’s not Athenas thing. Probably something to do with one of her “warriors” or whatever”

“Apollo, of course. Always has to be apart of these things”

“The drama queen”

“Truly”

“Hephasteus and Aphrodite? That’s a little awkward”

“Weird lineup so far- fucking Ares? Yeah shes not winning this one, sibling spite is stronger than any argument she can give”

“Why would all three of them be included. I can feel the tension from here. I’m uncomfortable”

“And Hera? Yeah no she’s loosing for sure, Hera like not care less about any mortal, unless they’ve offended her”

“She might be convinced, just to spite Zeus?”

“That just sounds unhealthy on so many levels”

“Alright let’s see what this is about”

“Hold up, Ody?”

“Oh my gods. You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Well he was one of her warriors. Was he not?”

“I can’t believe he’s still trying to get home. It’s been like ten years, how the fuck”

“Well, if he pissed off Poseidon then he probably has something to do with it, the pissy bastard”

“Killed sirens. Why would you do that, so unnecessary”

“Sacrifice??? What the fuck is this man up to????”

“Didn’t we have a few Scylla sacrifices a few years back. Think that was him?”

“Holy shit we did. Yeah, Posy stays away from Scylla to the best of his ability, travelling in her domain to avoid him is not a bad idea”

“‘Phro is mad that his mum died? Girl you are grasping at straws, even more than the previous two”

“Hold up, why the fuck was I not invited?! He traveled through my domain, disturbed my souls, he even woke up Cerberus with his monster wailing, I should be apart of this!”

“I mean it’s a bit weak”

“I have more grounds to be down there than fucking Apollo. Like sirens? Come on man”

“Oh ‘Phro refused huh? Only got two, that’s kinda weak coming from Athena, she usually gets at least four”

“Is that cheating? Her quick thought thing. That cheating?”

“Are there any actual rules?”

“Just, try to win, I guess”

“Oh Ares turn. Wait she lost Aphrodite, this should be over”

“I think this is more of a personal thing. Like I said, sibling spite”

“Oh yeah, Scylla! Fuck this guy is getting around”

“Oh damn, that pissed her off”

“Guessing that the guy other that Penelope, Telemewhatever was his child then”

“Oh wait they yielded?? Huh, never thought that would happen”

“And, Heras turn”

“Yeah like I said she does not give a fuck. But it was a good run”

“Yeah, keeping her four out of five streak”

“Wait what the fuck was that”

“She- she actually yielded?”

“And for not cheating! Man I love this guy, I can’t wait for him to die”

“Only you babe. Wait holy fuck she won?”

“Oh Zeus won’t like- oh, just like I said. He’s pissed”

“Is he gonna kill her?”

“If he does I’ll just resurrect her probably. She deserves a better end, even if she is annoying”

“Well, should we go then?”

“Yeah I have some paperwork to- do I hear boss music?”

“OH SHES STILL ALIVE!!”

“She took a lightning bolt to the face and lived, holy fuck. Gotta respect it”

“I think, she’s actually convincing him? Never thought I’d see the day”

“Well, she’s his favourite child. I think if Ares tried something similar he’d just get struck by another lightning bolt”

“Well, that was fun. When I come back up for spring I’ll have to check with Hermes more about the details of what’s live, actually going on with this Ody dude”

“Yeah. Wanna stop for applebees before we head on down?”

“Yeah, but let’s go now cause mum is heading like right for me and I don’t wanna deal with that until another few months”

This was dumb lol

[vaeylahh]

𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖? 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖.

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𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐂𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐘 𝐱 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓

Tw:: Slight mention of murder, smut, no plot porn, slight degradation (Reader insulting Toby Lol), soft!dom Toby, Power!sub reader, creampie, raw sex, use of weed, high Toby, cussing at every paragraph. (cuz the writer is immature)

𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝟭𝟴+ 𝗜 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗕𝗘 𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗥𝗦.

If i missed out any warnings please tell me..

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It was a quiet night, living off by yourself and paying for your own tuition for college like every usual day because you insisted on being “independent”. That really fucked you up to the core. Your dark undereye and pale lips were the evidence of those sleepless nights. You've sometimes regretted the foolish decision you made but then again, it was better than living off with your family who gives you zero to no privacy at all.

You were in the kitchen-living room downing down the 6th cup of coffee for the day. Your eyes lazily trailing off through the darkness and the pure silence of this depressing environment. You're not ready to end the day yet, you needed to do some jack shit project that had nothing to do with your course at all and it was driving you insane.

After finishing off your coffee, you simply placed the mug onto the sink ready to go back to whatever work you're doing on your computer but then you jolted back in surprise when you heard an all too familiar voice call out to you from your couch. A soft groan escaped your lips when you realized who it was.

Relaxing your tensed up shoulder, you made your way to the couch and just as you predicted, there was Toby, lazily slouching and man spreading on your couch like he owned the place. You didn't even realize he was in here, you wanted to ask when and how he got here unnoticed but something caught your attention. His eyes, tho it was dark, you couldn't mistake it to be slightly reddish meaning he was probably, currently high right now, smoked weed with his little killer friends too. You crossed your arms as you watched the man giggle at your pissed off expression.

Have i mentioned that Toby, an infamous serial killer around your neighborhood happened to be a friend-ish? If that's what you want to describe to him as. He's tried to kill you before, turns out you were the wrong target, tried to kill you either way to keep his identity a secret but you managed to convince him somehow to keep you alive. He had other plans, to put you in 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘂𝘀𝗲 for.

"Hey..i-i hope you don't mind me dropping by.." he spoke in a breathy tone with a shit-eating grin plastered on his lips. He moved closer to the arm chair, tugging at your arm with his gloved hands to pull you down with him on the couch. His neck twitched once as he did. "Come on..you know yo-you want muh-me here, what's with the frown?.."

You narrowed your eyes down at him and followed suit to his advances. Tho you're pissed–why wouldn't you? It's not everyday somebody clings to you so desperately like this. "Have you been smoking weed? Fuck you stink.."

He ignored your insult and nuzzled his face against your neck, pushing you down on the couch, making you accidentally hit your head on the armrest. You hissed and lifted your head up in annoyance. "Sorry.." He murmured against your neck, lightly rubbing the spot where you hit your head as if he could magically make the pain go away. As if this man knows what pain felt like.

You gritted your teeth in annoyance, narrowing your eyes at him but let go of it soon enough as he cuddled up to you. The man 𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗞𝗦 with sweat, blood and dirt. Sometimes you don't even understand how your gut was strong enough to withstand this stinky man. "I-i missed you Y/N..rea-..really i did.." Toby whispered against your ear, nibbling at your earlobe.

"I don't, damn it. When was the last time you showered?" You spoke harshly thinking he was just gonna cuddle up to you like any other day but that thought was soon scrapped when he pushed your legs apart–quite literally smacking it. He ground his hips against yours lightly, whimpering at your ears like the submissive fuck he was. "Y/N..cuh-can i touch you?.." He whispered softly, his hot breath tickling your neck as he spoke.

Your mind short-circuited at his advances, it took you a good minute to realize what was happening and what he was implying. You laid there staring up at the ceiling with your mouth open trying to think of something to say. It didn't make any sense that you're freaking out now, It's not like this was your first time having him act like a horny teenager around you, this man had his whole adolescence robbed from him by his shitty father–but then again it caught you off guard.

"Well yeah but-.." before you could even finish your sentence, he was already straddling your hips while undoing the belt of his jeans with shaky hands. "Take..take-..this off..please" He spoke in a shaky, breathy voice, tugging at your shorts before going back to his own pants. "You're so pathetic sometimes you know?.." The words left your mouth without you even realizing it.

He whined at your insult, yet you could quite literally see the desperation in his eyes. His cheeks getting reader and he was getting sweatier than usual. You complied to his request or more like his demand, tugging your shorts down along with your underwear. He lifted his hips up a bit so you could pull it down further. "Yes..yes..juh-just like that.." his head twitching to the side from excitement as he stared at your folds.

He unzipped his pants, palming himself two to three times through his boxers before pulling out his half-hard shaft out. He held your hips with one hand, the other stroking his member to life as he focused at the way your body looked underneath him. His mind racing with the intense adrenaline of his previous mission and the person laying beneath him which was 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

You watched thoroughly as he stroked himself, muttering curses underneath his breath as he held you in position with his rough, gloved hand. He's already leaking pre-cum down to your lower stomach, The sight made you shiver throughout your whole body, all the way down to your slick folds.

With half-lidded eyes, he laid flat ontop of you again, nuzzling his face against your neck. His hand squishing between you two as he guided his shaft down at your wet folds. Slowly he sunk into your tight, gummy walls, making him whimper.

He placed one arm over your head while his free hand held your hips tightly, his nails digging onto your flesh enough to bruise.He lazily moved his hips, thrusting in and out of you slowly at first. "Oh shit...you-.. you're so good, so..th-tight.." he moaned against your ear before lightly biting down at your neck. he quickened his pace with each thrust, unable to hold back from the pent up frustration he's stored upon himself.

His weight, alongside the feeling of him biting down on your neck made you feel light headed. You close your eyes tightly, focusing on the perfect rhythm of his hips thrusting against yours. It makes your legs shaky but in a desperate attempt to keep him close, you wrapped your legs around him. The couch creaking beneath you as he went faster. "Jesus Christ.. Toby..slow down-" Your moans more noticeable than before from his roughness.

"Oh fuck-..FUCK! Ah-..mhm.. I'm gonna-.." Toby moaned louder along with you as he chased his orgasm. He felt a familiar tingle in his lower abdomen, his cock twitching with needs and with the last couple of thrusts, he was spilling himself deep inside you. He stayed inside of you, making sure his cum was buried deep within.

You held him tightly against your chest until the pleasure subsided, eyebrows furrowed and beads of sweat forming around your forehead. Slowly you opened your eyes again, adjusting to the darkness of the living room with only the moonlight's glow acting as a dim light for you to see. You ran your hand through the Brunette's hair, pushing his messy hair out of his face.

"You staying?.." You spoke in a breathy tone.  Toby responded with a simple hum as he adjusted himself around you. He held you tightly, making sure you won't leave him even after he fell asleep. It's not like you could anyway, he was heavy as hell.

[alastors-antlers]

a brief take on the whole "Alastor's smile is permanent" discussion

hello all!

I've seen a lot of people theorizing lately that Alastor actually smiles all the time because his smile is magically, physically fixed onto his face. All of this seems to come from the fact that he's practically grimacing rather than smiling during the scene where he breaks down in ep8:

As well as this frame of his deal with Charlie: (lower res sorry)

I will say, I do like some of the implications of this theory. The sheer spite of his creditor forcing him to smile as an addition to their deal, almost like a sort of forced silence, is a neat concept. It's fun and dramatic. Plus, of all things, of course Alastor would claim the "smile at all times" policy and make it his own to pretend that it was his decision all along lol.

To be fair, though, I don't think we even need any magical compulsion to explain why he's smiling while he's having a mental breakdown. Actually, if we assume magical compulsion, I think we lose a bit of dimension from Alastor's character. (No judgement to anyone's take though, of course -- I just think this works in the direction of his established characterization, but obviously all personal takes <3)

Hear me out:

Alastor's persona is not just for others to see.

"A smile is a valuable tool, my dear. It inspires your friends; keeps your enemies guessing; and ensures that whatever comes your way, you're the one in control."

That makes sense given what we know about him. If he's always smiling, he seems like he has it together. You can't read him very well, especially not when he's actively trying to keep up appearances.

Now consider that when you think about ep8's fight with Heaven, we see that he's already been through so much in this one day.

He fights an army of angels, presumably not even at his own whim (if we go by his blurb about freedom in the Finale song); he loses to Adam, who he considers sloppy and mediocre; his staff, which we can assume holds some part of his power, is snapped; he comes close to being Angelic-power-killed; and to top it all off, he knows that others watched him get injured and then apparently die or flee, all of which would ruin the public image that he's trying to maintain. It wouldn't even be unreasonable for us to assume that he knows Vox was watching, given that Vox kind of has eyes everywhere.

In a moment like this, in the finale, you could say that Alastor has lost (at least on some level) everything that we know matters to him. He doesn't have access to all of his magic, and it's limiting him. He's reminded that he doesn't have freedom or control over his own destiny. He certainly has taken massive hits to his powerful, composed persona. But he's desperate, and furious, and terrified, and clinging on.

That's why he's smiling.

It's not that he can't stop because he physically can't. It's that he can't stop because to him, the smile is the last thing that is still within his power. When there are so many moving parts that he can't predict what happens to him next, he can control how he responds to it. In these last fragments of autonomy, there is solace.

He needs to keep telling himself that he has it together and that he'll eventually scheme his way free, that there's a solution, that he won't be in chains forever; because letting his pretense slip would be admitting that it's all starting to actually get to him. That maybe this time, he doesn't have an escape plan.

In addition, if you read his interactions throughout the series, we also see something else: Alastor's reputation is of paramount importance to him. At multiple points throughout the series, when others disrespect him by discounting his power or presence, he gets visibly annoyed. And in the battle, we see a glimpse of the part of his personality he seems to be trying to leave behind - a normal Alastor, who's just some guy from Louisiana. No transatlantic accent; no unflappable malice; no sharp wit waiting at the ready. Maybe even unremarkable.

Dropping his smile - arguably the most prominent part of his brand - would be admitting that in reality, he's not the Radio Demon of legend that he aspires to project. And if he doesn't have that... where would he be?

[alikuarso]

To answer your question about Fresh: Fresh is actually a parasite! He dresses in his 90's-themed clothes and speaks in a silly way so that others underestimate him. His main and utmost goal is to Survive, and the way he does that is by infecting other people with his parasites and draining the life from their souls. Being seen as harmless lets him get closer to them and gives him easier access for possession. He hopes to eventually take over the multiverse, spreading his parasites in every corner of it and having absolute control.

He also has no emotions. He is capable of them, but for whatever reason he is unable to feel much, besides the rare instance of anger. He does frequently feel fear, though.

He is a bit sadistic, and he likes seeing others suffer. This is because when he takes over someone he drains their soul of life, which causes them pain. And to him, taking someone's body means safety, it means he can survive a bit longer as long as he's snatched their body. So he's come to associate the pain of others as something good.

And he's also aware of the creators/viewers, thanks to an event called the Loveball, which is canon to his character.

Going to copy and paste my own words for this [I was talking to a friend about Loveball]:

"So, like seven years ago there was a fandom-wide event called the Loveball, where people gathered their OCs and had them all attend an UTMV dancing ball. Fresh went, of course. There, he met a Frisk called Pacifrisk. Even knowing who he really was [90's parasite], they still believed he could be good. Before this, he hadn't ever really felt a connection to anyone, or even positive emotions in general. But Pacifrisk's faith in him made him feel positively towards them. This freaked him out. [No Fr@ns though, don't worry. That wasn't the intention for this plot.]

As a result, not only did he try to kill them, but he also went through with his plans: the Fresh Takeover [I forget what it's actually called]. His true reason for attending the ball. OCs were either possessed by the parasites or tried to fight against them. Apparently, some people used alcohol to ward the virus off, as Fresh hates substances such as that.

Fresh wanted to take over the multiverse, with this Loveball being the first step for his total domination.

But then right in the middle of things, a Sans AU [which I totally forget the name of X,D] grabbed Fresh and basically yeeted him into an alternate state of being. One where he could see the creators, all staring at him. An audience.

The Sans revealed the nature of Fresh's existence: That he was simply a character in a story. And if the creators got bored of him, he could easily be written aside and forgotten. Erased. His conquest didn't matter, in the end.

Predictably, this gave him an existential crisis. I'm not sure what happened after, but he stopped invading and went somewhere to contemplate his existence in a depressed state.

Afterwards, he had a new goal: To entertain. To convince the creators that he was worth keeping around. Similar to his previous goal of survival, but now with more dire stakes."

His creator @loverofpiggies has some posts about the Loveball, tagged under either the 'fresh sans' tag or the 'loveball' tag, which I recommend you check out! ^^

But yeah, to answer your question: The reason Fresh fought Ink was probably 1: because he saw it as a good way to keep himself alive and 2: So that he could be relevant and interesting to the viewers.

Hope this answered any questions you might have about him! ^w^

THANK YOU BECAUSE THERE'S NO WAY I WOULD HAVE FOUND ABOUT ANY OF THIS OTHERWISE😭😭😭 THAT'S A LOT

Now I want to draw fresh existential crisis mood, That's something I never would have imagined existed

Im still a bit confused about fresh not having emotions¿ but I think I got the idea, but still, why does he feel fear?

I think fresh is becoming my favorite now, help, error do something

(Thank you again for your time✨️)

[fawnsuga]

Victims of Columbine Predicting Their Own Deaths

Isaiah Shoels: Shoels recalls that even Isaiah may have had a premonition of his death. "My son told me and my wife, 'Daddy, what would you do if someone gunned us down?' My wife and I asked him why he was speaking like that. He replied, 'I'm just asking you a hypothetical question. What would you all do if someone gunned us down; would you gun them down?' And, 'would we go kill them?' I said, 'No son, you can't fight hate with hate. But if you or any of your other siblings are killed due to foul play, whatever that foul play may be, I will fight it until the day I die! It just so happens to be racism and hate, and I mean that; I'm going to fight it until the day I die.'"

Kyle Velasquez: "Al was home mowing the grass when a neighbor informed him about the shootings. He picked up Phyllis from her job at Mervyn's department store. When Al told his wife about the shooting, she had a terrible premonition. 'I just knew right then I was never going to see Kyle again. It was one of those mom things.'"

Cassie Bernall: "'P.S. Honestly, I want to live completely for God. It's hard and scary, but totally worth it.' 'I will die for my God. I will die for my faith. It's the least I can do for Christ dying for me.' 'Now I have given up on everything else; I have found it to be the only way to truly know Christ and to experience the mighty power that brought Him back to life again, and to understand what it means to suffer and to die with Him. So, whatever it takes, I will be one who lives in the fresh newness of life of those who are alive from the dead.'"

John Tomlin: "The night before his death, John stayed up until after 2 A.M. talking on the phone with his girlfriend, Michelle Oetter. She shared with John some issues she was experiencing with one of her friends. As their conversation wound down and they were close to saying goodbye, Michelle recalls that John said something very strange. He said, 'Michelle, I know you're going through some tough times in your relationship with your friend, but even if I am not around to help, remember you can always turn to God.'"

Rachel Scott: "In her final three weeks, Rachel sensed that time was short... she felt it in her gut. Rachel's diary, which tells a profound Christian story, details her uncertainty about what was to come, but she was aware that something was amiss and that she wouldn't be around for long. She confided in her friends and wrote in her diary that some kind of sacrifice would have to be made, declaring that she was 'ready to make it.' In the year of her death, she wrote, 'Lord, this is my last year... I've gotten what I can.' 'I'm dying,' she wrote weeks before she was murdered. 'I consider it homicide. The world you have created for me has led to my death.'"

Lauren Townsend: "Lauren had a strong premonition of her own early death. Remarkably, she left a four-page will and, shortly before the shooting, wrote in her diary that she had 'learned and done everything God wanted me to do here.'

[baji-sideblog]

Introducing the pathetic ocean prince and your angel ex boyfriend

The two winners of the poll!!

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹

Jason Rovelin

-Jason was your boyfriend for about a year, but before the two of you got together he had worked on getting any rivals out of his way and isolated you from everyone.

-Leaving him your only option and comfort. He had you move in with him in just a few months and made you quit your job. Saying that the drive from home to it wouldn’t be worth it.

-Though when he noticed you trying to become friends with your new neighbor Jason was having none of it and killed them.

-He was caught and brought to court where his lawyer convinced the whole court it was involuntary manslaughter. An accident. Where the murder weapon a chainsaw slipped while Jason was cutting down tree branches killing your neighbor. That the safety strap on it was manufactured wrong. A simple defective product what was Jason to do? After all he couldn’t predict any of this would happen now could he.

-He was sent to jail for four years. But you knew it wasn’t an accident. You knew the truth. So you sent him a letter breaking up with him. You never heard anything back.

-Growing scared you moved away hoping that you’d never have to deal with Jason again. Before you knew it four years passed and he was released from jail. After a week or two of silence you started to think that maybe he didn’t know where you lived! Till you heard a familiar flap of wings as the door to your home creaked open.

Rain Orcinus Pearl

-Rain is the youngest child of six, as such he never had as many expectations put on him like his older siblings did. Which was how he liked it he was free to do his own thing.

-Especially in modern times his job felt so much easier just sit around and do the bare minimum. The only real effort he put in was into his hobbies. He barely left the castle because of it and only left when he had to for politic affairs and all.

-Though one day his eldest sibling Dew dragged him outside to get some fresh air. Rain groaned and pouted the whole time as Dew rolled their eyes and pushed their sibling to get out there. To get them off his back Rain swam up to one of the small boats to socialize with whatever leg haver was on it.

-To his surprise he didn’t expect to see someone as pretty as you. Rain froze up his face flush as he tried to get any words out of his mouth. Looking down at the prince you spoke trying to see if he’d say anything.

-It made Rain more flustered hearing your voice and he slowly sunk back into the water since he wasn’t moving. So shrugging it off you went back to your thing. After a few minutes Rain came back up and climbed into your boat struggling to pull himself up.

-When he did he kinda just flopped into it and was quick to fix himself so he wouldn’t look like a mess. Rain tried to flirt with you, but it was honestly a bit pathetic he kept stumbling over his words and had a hard time saying anything cohesive. But you laughed which was a win in Rain’s books.

-Rain had one goal in mind getting a cutie like you to marry him I mean he is a prince who wouldn’t say yes to him. Or at least a date! He can work with a date, dates lead to marriage! Right??

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹

Little facts!

Jason Rovelin

-Jason is best friends with Rider the two having met in jail. They see each other sort of like siblings too. Especially since Jason is older than Rider by 11 years he did his best to watch out for him when the two were in jail.

-When the two see each other Jason likes to tease Rider by pulling him down to his level. Making Rider groan and roll his eyes getting huffy.

-Rider and him having matching friend tattoos and Jason only trust him to do his ink.

-Jason is 36 and 6”5

-As an artamea angel Jason has the ability to flashbang you, which he has done to you before sometimes by accident, sometimes not.

-If you’re taller then him, he’d fly just high enough to be taller then you to mess with you.

Rain Orcinus Pearl

-Rain’s family are descendants of the very first ocean folks made by Luvan it’s why they have their royal status.

-Rain really likes history and studies a lot about the Eclipsed War the biggest one in their world’s history. It happened over hundreds of years ago and somethings are lost from written history. Which is why he finds it so interesting.

-Rain is 24 and I don’t know how long he is exactly yet lol

-His childhood nickname was Inny because he had a speech impediment when he was a child and couldn’t pronounce Rs.

-He gets embarrassed when his siblings call him Inny.

[samgirl98]

Forgotten Demon Twin 2/?

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Danny came back early from his patrol. There had been no ghost attacks. All he had found were ghost blobs, and he let them be. They were harmless. He got under his covers, glad that the next day was Sunday. He hoped he would be able to sleep late.

Danny was starting to fall asleep when he heard his phone ring. He groaned. He just wanted to sleep. He looked at his phone and immediately called Tucker.

“What do you mean someone is looking into me?” He asked without preamble.

“I don’t know what to tell you, dude. About six hours ago, I got an alert of someone looking into Amity Park. No biggie, sometimes people get curious. The firewall the GIW and me and Technus have set has kept them out so far. Then, a few hours later, I found out someone was trying to find out about you.”

“I’ve been able to keep them out, but just barely. Whoever they are, they’re good at hacking. Technus and I are having a hard time keeping them away from your information. I’ve had to direct them to your Doom and old Twitter account to get them off your scent, but I don’t know how long that’ll last.”

Okay, okay. This wasn’t the time to panic. It was probably the League (in which case he was [fully] dead anyway). He had to find a way to keep his family and friends safe, hide the portal from his fruit loop of a grandfather and mother, and keep his secret of being half-dead—no big deal.

“Danny, Danny, you still there?”

“Yeah, I’m still here. Listen, I want you to stop interfering with the hacking. I don’t want you or any of my loved ones in danger if it's who I think it is. I haven’t told you guys the whole truth, and if I make it out alive, I will. Until then, don’t contact me.”

“Danny, wait! What’s going—”

Danny hung up before Tucker could finish asking the question.

His phone immediately started lighting up. He turned it off. Danny moved his bed and pulled the wakizashi hidden under his floorboard; some ninja throwing stars, needles, and poison.

Danny stared at his weapons and knew he was screwed.

He could never measure up to the assassins in the League, let alone his family. He had no doubt the Al Ghuls had learned Danny had lied to them and was here to kill him and his family.

Ra’s Al Ghul did not believe in leaving loose ends.

Maybe Danny could convince his grandfather to leave the Fentons alone if he gave them all his information and let Ra’s kill Danny.

No, Danny would have to win against Ra’s. He couldn’t let the older man win; Danny knew his family would never survive if Danny died.

He didn’t know if he’d come back as a full ghost if he got killed (could he even die?), and he wasn’t willing to find out.

Besides, he no longer was the Al Ghul’s failure. He was Danny Phantom. Hero of Amity Park and the Ghost Zone. Crowned Prince of the Infinite Realms. He would win.

Danny heard a tap on his window and was met with two piercing green eyes.

They were here.

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Once they entered Amity Park, whatever firewall kept them out went out. Suddenly, they could see everything that was happening in the small city. It disturbed Bruce.

Mentions of ‘ghosts’ attacking the town. A weatherman who predicted and announced the presence of ghosts and the Fentons on the road. The city being sucked into an alternate dimension (without the Justice League ever hearing about it), and a dead teenager taking care of the city. And the mention of a portal into the Land of the Dead, courtesy of the Fentons.

“Danyal never mentioned this portal,” Damian muttered as he looked through old letters he had.

The plane landed at 2:25 in the morning at Amity Park Airport.

It wasn’t hard to find the Fenton’s address once they were in Amity Park. Their address, phone number, and business number were public records in the small city.

The family made a plan.

They decided they would send Damian first. A (kind of) familiar face could help draw Danyal, Danny, out.

(God, it sounded like he was trying to lure out a wild animal. Though, if Danny were anything like his brother, that description wouldn’t be too far off the mark…)

“Remember, Damian, don’t engage if Danny starts attacking. It’s just talking. If he attacks you leave, and we find a different way to communicate.”

“Yes, father,” Damian said through gritted teeth. That was the fifth time his father had said the same thing. He wasn’t an imbecile.

Please, his thoughts intruded; not even an imbecile would forget they had a twin brother.

Shut up, he answered back.

Damian put on his dark clothes (not his league outfit; he threw that away a long time ago.) and the wire so his family could hear what was happening before leaving.

It wasn’t hard to find the Fenton’s house. The giant light arrow spelling out Fenton’s Work toward a house, and the big, he didn’t even know what was on top of the house, gave it away. These people weren’t subtle at all.

Damian climbed the windows. In one, there was a couple. The behemoth of a man was snoring so loudly it shook the whole room. A red-haired teenage girl slept in the next window while holding an old teddy bear. He went to the next one and froze.

For the first time in almost a decade, Damian saw his twin once more.

His back was turned to the window, but Damian saw a wakizashi in his hand. Ah, Danyal probably suspected someone was coming and thought it would be a member of the League.

Well, it was time to put his brother at ease.

Damian tapped on the window and saw blue eyes suddenly looking at him.

The two twins stared at each other for a long time. Then, Danyal adverted his gaze and went to the window. He kept the small sword in his hand.

He opened the window and let Damian in.

“Heir to the Demon’s Head, what a pleasure to be acknowledged and visited by you. To what does this Spare owe the honor?”

Once upon a time, Danyal’s subservience sent a thrill of pleasure down Damian’s spine. Now, it reminded him how far apart he had been kept from his twin. A horrid feeling twisted in his stomach and caused him physical pain.

His brother should never have been treated the way he had been by their grandfather and mother.

Damian should have never treated his brother that way.

“Danyal,” Damian said softly; his brother stiffened, “It’s okay. We are no longer loyal to the League. We are free.”

Danny didn’t dare look up. Was this a test? Was his twin testing his loyalty?

Danny’s heart rate picked up as Damian touched Danny’s shoulder.

“Brother,” Danny felt incredulous; the Heir never acknowledged the Spare as ‘brother,’ “Brother, grandfather is dead. We are free.”

Danny kept his gaze adverted. He couldn’t bring himself to hope that he was free.

Damian let his hand drop to his side.

“You don’t believe me.”

Danyal kept quiet.

Damian took a deep breath, “I have proof. He was killed in public. I brought the newspaper article.”

Damian took out the newspaper clipping and gave it to Danyal. His brother took it with shaking hands.

Danny’s breath caught as he read the title.

Ra’s Al Ghul was…dead. Danny was free! Would his brother let him stay in Amity Park? He was the heir, so he undoubtedly had taken over. Maybe if he pled his case to Damian and promised loyalty, he would let him stay with the Fentons.

Besides, Danny was the weak link of the Al Ghul line. He wasn’t a threat. Maybe Damian would grant him his wish.

Damian felt his heart twist as his twin got down on one knee, bowing his head.

“Demon’s Head, I ask you to let me stay in Amity Park. I’ll send weekly or even daily reports. Please, don’t kill the Fentons. My weakness has made me feel attached to them. If you don’t want me to stay here, please at least grant me the request of sparing their lives.”

Damian’s sadness suddenly turned to anger.

Hadn’t Danyal listened to a word he had said? They were free; they were no longer bound to the League.

“No, Danyal. The League no longer exists,” he spat out.

Danny flinched at his twin’s anger. His hold tightened on his sword.

“Bring it back a bit, baby bat,” Richard said through the comms.

Danny didn’t give any outward appearance that he heard another man’s voice calling Damian…Baby Bat?

What the fuck?

“I apologize, Danyal. My temper still gets the best of me sometimes.”

Danny couldn’t believe his ears. Damian, the Prince of the League, Heir to the Demon’s Throne, was apologizing…to Danny.

“Danyal, I left the League six years ago. I’ve been with our father.”

Father. The Batman. If what Damian was saying was true…

“Father and the rest of our siblings would like to meet you. They’re here in the city.”

…He could be free. All he had to do was convince Batman he was fine and to let him stay in Amity Park. Danny wouldn’t say anything about being Phantom, so Batman wouldn’t find any excuse to make him leave his little city.

Besides, how hard could it be to lie to the greatest detective in the world?

Danny got up, dusted his pants, and asked, “When do we leave?”

[zevrra]

—an unforeseen problem

synopsis: mc comforts sebastian after that moment in the game.

tags: spoilers for the hogwarts legacy game!, 18(+), aged up characters, Sebastian Sallow(18) x mc, mention of character death, hurt/comfort, one-shot.

creator notes: this is pretty…meh! i lost muse for it somewhere in the middle so it’s pretty rushed at the end but i tried! anyway so sorry if it’s boring skshsj

No one could have predicted how wrong things would turn out. Of course, there were warning signs and concerned friends but no one could have known it would ever go this far. 

After the fight in the undercroft, you figured Sebastian wanted nothing to do with you. Siding with a goblin after what happened to his sister, in his eyes, you were lower on his roster than even the goblins. Not like you had vouched for Lodgok to be on your side, who was also helping you and his cause to find a cure, none of that matter. Your word didn’t matter at all to Sebastian. He thought of you as if you were nothing but a liar.

It was painful. Watching his face twist with disgust before clouded anger. Storming off in a fury while all you could do was watch him go. Never had he been so angry with you before and it was heartbreaking. 

You had moped for a full day and night before receiving the owl from Ominis. Begging you to hurry to his aid as something was wrong with Sebastian. 

Ominis didn’t have to say it aloud, you knew he blamed you for everything. It was all your fault. When all you had wanted was to help Sebastian just as much as he did. 

Yet you wasted no time In responding to his owl. Arriving at the catacombs while Ominis stood outside in a panic state. He could’ve worn a path with how hard he paced back and forth in front of the mouth of the caves. He claimed that Sebastian had run off inside. Telling you how your shared friend had raised Inferi with the relic YOU had helped him find.

Ominis was right. It was your fault. 

The two of you were quick to say nothing more and just dive head first into the catacombs. Half way into throwing every flame spell you knew, Ominis turned around to go find Seb’s sister, Anne. Hoping she could talk some sense into her twin. Seeing as striking down one Inferi birthed three more. It was never ending and you just hoped Ominis was quick.

You could never have foreseen this though. 

Helping Sebastian all this time out of curiosity for the unknown. Seeking answers to questions you didn’t know what either of you were asking about. No one would have guessed that harmlessly searching for a cure would lead you two to this fight. Facing off with Sebastian’s uncle. Unfortunately, you were too late to stop them. Magic crossed, each side battling for dominance, until one would be decided as the winner. As if there was a such thing as a victor in this mess.

Sebastian in all his anger raised his wand and casted the last and final forbidden curse. The Killing Curse, Avada Kedavra, zips through the air straight at Solomon. You and Sebastian watch in horror as the magic entangles his uncle in its web. Dark red tentacles crawl under his skin as the curse siphons the life from him. The sound of the older man’s lifeless body hitting the solid ground is something you’ll most likely never forget. And as you watch Seb’s face twist with dread, it seemed neither would he. 

You stand frozen, hand over your mouth, off to the side. Wide eyed at the scene unfolding before you, witnessing a true no-turning-back event. It lasts only a moment though before Anne is finally showing up. A little too late. Using whatever magic she could muster to throw Sebastian back from their dead uncle’s body. Cursing her twin with every fiber of her being before teleporting away. 

Everything happens quickly after that. Sebastian, overwhelmed with pain and grief, is standing and running off. Scrambling for the exit of the catacombs. Like a wild anima, cornered inside the catacombs. He runs for any kind of opening. He needs to get away. He must get away. 

“Sebastian, wait!” You fumble behind him. Finally snapping out of your stationary state to follow behind him. You knew he would need some time alone, especially after all of…this but you couldn’t just watch him go right then and there. You couldn’t let him hurt himself. You were already at fault for everything leading up to this and losing him was not going to be one of them. Sure, it was selfish of you but better to be selfish than ignorant and to lose someone you cared about. 

“Slow down! Please!” You beg Sebastian. Who’s far faster than you actually remember. You only catch sight of his back, turning every sharp corner with ease, fleeing from his mistakes. You round a corner after him only to find he’s disappeared. Curse him for using the disillusionment charm at this moment. You’d be more upset with him if not for the events that just happened. You watch for any shifts of light produced by the charm as you keep moving towards the exit of the catacombs.

Nothing catches your eye or seems out of the ordinary as you finally stand before the opening of the catacombs. He wouldn’t turn back to the caves but you’re not sure now where would he go. Back to the school? To his home to see Anne? Your search is almost futile at this point. The forest was far too big to search all by yourself, let alone the entire countryside. Maybe it was a sign to quit searching. To give up and leave Sebastian to his own devices. That is until you hear weeping. 

Down near the coast just off behind the mouth of the catacombs there sits Sebastian. Curled up on himself with his knees to his chest. His shoulders shake and you don’t have to see his face, hidden in his lap, to know he’s crying. Now you’re here, wanting to comfort him, and you can’t even find the courage to move. What if he didn’t want you to be there? What if being there made things ten times worse? He wouldn’t hurt you, you could only hope, but sneaking up on him could ruin any relationship you had left. Only one way to find out. 

Finally, you make your way to his side. Standing beside him trying to figure out what one could say in this moment. You almost expect him to run one last time but he doesn’t even move. Even when he’s aware of your presence. All he does is curl up tighter around himself. Maybe hoping the world would just dig a grave for him to vanish off into. You hesitate for a moment before laying a gentle hand on his shoulder. He tenses under your touch. An unwelcoming sign. But he doesn’t say anything so that’s a positive in your book. 

You crouch down next to him. “Seb…” You whisper. Thankfully, he doesn’t shrug you off. Another win. Your hand squeezes his shoulder. That is the moment he unfolds for you. 

“I had to do it.” Sebastian barks. Shaking his head in pure disbelief as one of his hands runs through his brow hair. “He was going to hurt you! And I couldn’t,” Sebastian says as his eyes, wet with tears, finally meet yours. “There was nothing else I could do!“ He adds. Trying to convince himself that he had done the right thing. More so than he was trying to convince you.

Nothing you could say now would change anything that happened. No matter your outlook on the entire thing, telling him ‘yes, you’re right’ or ‘no, this was too far’, it would do nothing to change his crumbling mentality. Chastising him now would only further push him away, and possibly, down an even darker path. So you say nothing. Comforting the distraught man was the only thing you could do. Without a word, you settle down next to Sebastian’s side. Leaning your head against his shoulder where your hand had previously been. 

“She’ll never forgive me...” Sebastian mumbles as he looks out towards the sea. You too watch the incoming waves crash against the shore. 

“I’m here, Sebastian.” You know the words you speak may fall on deaf ears but nonetheless you mean them. No matter what, you’d always be there for Sebastian. Maybe with time, Anne would forgive him too. 

In response he leans his head against your own. Nothing else is said as you two share a chilling silence. You cannot change the past but the two of you could at least face the future together.

[vargamornight]

so imagine you've been talking mad shit about a guy to your new best friend, right. but it doesn't really stick, because the first time she ever meets him, he literally saves her life. so she's like "i don't really see what you see, he seems pretty chill" and you're like "whatever. you don't get it, i grew up with him, trust me, i know him better than you do and he sucks. you can't trust him, he's only out for himself." and she's like "okay" but she still hangs out with him, even though she tries to hide it from you at first.

and then that guy starts dying. you know he's gonna die, you can see it happening, he's just the most recent in a string of deaths. he is going to die, right in front of you, if your new best friend can't figure out how to help him. so what do you do? you sit with him. you hold him. you help him get comfortable. you listen to what may be his last words. and then, when he stops breathing, you realize you can't let him die. you start cpr right there, right on the stairs, and you hope and pray that your friend can undo whatever's been done to him before you break too many ribs.

and she does! holy shit, she does! he starts breathing again, and so do you.

and then he doesn't remember any of that happening.

so you continue insisting that you hate him. that you don't trust him. but you start asking for his help—or, more accurately, you get your friend to ask for his help, because she's way more likely to get a yes than you are, because of your insistence that you hate him. he doesn't let you down, not like the last person you asked for help (she helped, but left you, because the kinds of things that happen to you and your friend were too much for her.)

your friend's birthday rolls around, and everybody gets together for a surprise party. you get her a nice sweater; he gets her a necklace that belonged to her long lost mother. you do hate him for that, just a little bit. she starts spending more time with him, trying to hunt down any information about her mother, which leads to finding out exactly how he's going to die. a man with a tattoo (a stylized maze, with four figures around it like compass points) kills him. you all know it's true. it was seen by a woman who predicted dozens of deaths. you've seen the tattoo before, too—on the arm of the first in the string of deaths you investigated all those weeks ago, when you held him as he died.

your friend spends a few nights in a row on his boat, drinking and playing poker with a mutual friend and two out of towners. you think nothing of it—at least, that's what you tell yourself. more honestly, you refuse to think about it. but then, it turns out, she was actually just spying on the out of towners, who turn out to be bad guys, thieves, after something on his boat. which is great news! she had a real, unrelated reason to be there! whew, that's a relief. out loud, all you say is that she has the right to spend time with whoever she wants, even him.

he asks you for help—his life is in danger. he was double crossed, and some very bad people want him dead. he asks you to help him. but him asking you for help sends a slice of spite through you, and you get the urge to remind him of a time he hurt you. you don't often get urges you can follow through with without facing criminal charges, so you give in to this one. he asks you if he deserves to die for being mean to you in the third grade. you shrug, you let him think you won't help, and then you set up an entire sting operation and arrest the people that double crossed him. he's safe. the two of you spend some time together and, for the first time in years, it's amicable.

a couple days later, he gets a threatening visit from a man, just released from prison, with the tattoo. THE tattoo—the one that belongs on the arm of the man who kills him. he freaks out, which is understandable. but then that man turns up dead, and your first thought is of him. you say it's because you suspect him of killing the tattooed man. you find him, panicked and paranoid, with a shotgun he looks more than ready to use, but his hands are shaking and his breath is uneven and when you tell him the man is dead, he's so visibly relieved it even makes you let out a breath. he's safe, and you know he didn't kill anyone, and he's safe.

your father dies that afternoon.

that evening, you are going to die.

maybe.

there's a very real chance that, if you go with your friend to try and help someone, you will die. you ask him to come with you. maybe you remember, think about the fact that when he was dying, you were with him. maybe you don't. maybe you don't think about why you're asking at all. but when he asks you that question without speaking—why would you want him there with you?—you say you want him there for her. maybe he believes it. maybe he's forgotten everything you've ever said about him. maybe he's forgotten that you tried to keep her away from him, claiming it was for her own good. maybe he's forgotten that, not six months ago, the only communication the two of you engaged in was when you would go to his boat just to slap him with whatever citations you could get away with. maybe he cares more about her than he does about you.

he comes with you, and he stays with you. he doesn't go with her, so now you both know you were lying. he stays with you when you collapse, hanging back and leaning forward, like he wants to hold you but he's afraid. (after all, there are people around.) but your friend is the best at what she does, and she saves you. he helps you back to your feet, holds your arms, looks into your eyes to see if you're okay. the bigoted old preacher who's hated you for decades sneers at the two of you, and insists "the lamb can never lie down with the lion." you wave the comment away.

later, he helps you dig your father's grave without even being asked. (that's a poem, all by itself.) he tells you, smiling: "i'm the lion." you smile too.

and that's just the first season, plus a premiere.

[brandoscomet]

im back for more diego x vampire!reader heheee o(｀ω´ )o

Since vampires have regenerative abilities what if reader and diego were fighting another stand user and reader purposefully gets attacked to trap the person they’re fighting but diego is like UNAWARE of the healing so he thinks reader is sacrificing themselves and the enemy is killed or whatever but reader casually gets back up maybe a little woozy from the blood loss AND HES SO CONFUSED 😭😭 i think it would be so silly -🦇

HI 🦇!!! So glad you’re back!

Sorry this took so long, so much has happened that I haven’t had much time to write 😭. I missed school on Monday this week, so I’m “grounded” for the rest of the school year and won’t have my phone back (except for when I’m at work or school) until June-

So getting things written is gonna be interesting. But I’ll try my best to still get things out to you all, because I do really enjoy writing these.

****most requests will not be in order, I’m picking the ones I feel I can finish quickly and accurately first, just so I can have content to post instead of sitting on one request for days on end because I have to think about how to write it 😭

This is so embarrassing, I don’t think any of my friends’ parents have grounded them since they were in, like, ninth grade lol (which was only 2 years ago, but still!!!)

ANYWAYS!!

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Peril - Diego Brando X Reader

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The attack came out of nowhere. You and your partner, Diego, were riding through the American desert when, all of a sudden, Diego was struck off of his horse.

You watched in horror as he hit the ground with a hard, hollow thud behind you.

Diego’s horse skidded to a halt while you willed your own to do a sharp turnaround, trying to get back to Diego before whatever hit him could do it again.

When you reached him, he was trying to stand, dusting himself off. It was clear that the fall had knocked the wind out of him, and you felt bad, but there was no time for either of you to catch your bearings— you had to worry about an enemy you couldn’t detect.

“You were behind me— did you see where it came from?” Diego rasped, still trying to catch his breath.

“I have no clue. I didn’t see anything”

He sucked his teeth, frustrated that he’d been caught off guard.

Standing back-to-back with Diego, you two tried to locate your attacker. And then, out of the corner of your eye, you spotted it hurdling towards you two out of the sandy ground.

A long, black tendril with an inky hand on the end emerged from the earth and slammed into Diego once again, its dark-matter “fingers” digging into his leg and leaving deep, gnarled gashes in the flesh of his shin. And then it retreated back underground.

Diego hissed in pain as he stumbled backwards into you, sending you careening into the ground.

And then, as you lay for a split second, an Idea hit you. It seemed like the hand had tried to grab him and pull him under with it, but barely missed, and instead just badly wounded his leg.

That was odd to you, but you didn’t dwell on the thought of it for long.

The next thing you know, Diego is pushing you to the side, narrowly avoiding another strike.

“God, Y/N, this is really NOT the time to zone out. If you don’t get your head out of your ass, this is going to get really ugly.” He said, exasperated at your lack of attention.

“Sorry, Dio, I was just thinking….. the stand user knows where we are. We’re not moving or making much noise, so there’s no way it’s tracking us through vibrations or sound. They have to be able to see us.”

He stood, eyes darting around the ground, trying to predict where it would come from next.

“…so they can’t be far. I have a feeling that the only place they could be is over there—“

You pointed to a pile of rocks that couldn’t have been more than 400 feet away. (A little bit over a football field, for reference.)

“— behind those rocks. So since they have to be using their sense of sight, if I start running, naturally they’ll focus on me, leaving you unsupervised. And then you can sneak off the other direction and make your way over there and kick the life out of them. Okay?”

He hesitated, still focused on the ground, thinking for a second or two. And then, his eyes met yours. He nodded. In a sudden burst of movement, you took off, running as fast as you possibly could. With your heightened senses, you could feel the vibration of the stand following behind you, shallow in the ground, lagging behind you ever-so-slightly.

But then, after about 30 seconds of you sprinting the complete opposite direction of Diego, it lunged up and out of the sand — grabbing one side of your waist, digging its midnight claws into your side, and pulled.

The next thing you know, you were being dragged under the surface. For a moment, you thought it was going to leave you buried there. But after a few seconds, you popped back up onto the sand. This time, you were behind the rock. It had ripped a large chunk out of your torso in its effort to bring you here. For once, you were grateful you were a vampire. If you were mortal, that injury would have meant death.

When you resurfaced, (not-so-)gravely wounded and dizzy from the sheer volume of blood you’d lost at this point, you were left laying on the ground, watching Diego smash the living shit out of the stand’s user. He was a small man, and looked rather weak. He didn’t seem to put up much of a fight.

After a minute or two of Diego beating the guy senseless, he stopped moving, and everything was quiet again except for the sound of the wind blowing across the landscape.

And then, he turned to you, finally realizing you were there.

Diego believed he’d never been truly afraid before. Not since he was a kid, anyway. But he felt his stomach twist into a sickened knot when he saw you lying on the ground. Paler than usual. Dazed. Bleeding. Missing a rather worrying chunk of your guts.

Immediately, all he could feel was rage. “What the hell happened?” He demanded, his voice sharp and biting, hiding something vulnerable and afraid underneath. “You weren’t supposed to let him catch you!”

“Jeez, Diego, can you be quiet for a second? Just give me a minute.”

He finally reached you after rushing over, dropping to his knees next to you. Completely dumbfounded.

“Give you a minute? You’re missing half of your damn midsection, Y/N. Don’t tell me to give you a fucking minute.”

You’d never seen him this worried before. It almost made you feel bad for the cocky bastard.

Almost.

“Relax. I’m fine. Don’t be such a drama queen.” You said, standing up. He stood up with you, catching you when you stumbled into him, dizzy from the blood loss.

Diego was shocked. And totally pissed off. He didn’t know what was going on or how he was supposed to feel, but it confused him, and that definitely didn’t help.

You held your hand over the gaping hole in your side, wincing. “Shit, there’s so much sand in it, this stings so bad, oh my god….” You mumbled, watching the wound slowly get smaller and smaller.

“So, you’ve had a healing stand this whole time, and hid it from me, huh?” Diego began, skeptical, assuming the worst.

“God, Diego, your trust issues are showing,” he scoffed, making a pissy face in reaction to your blunt jab at his emotional unavailability.

“It’s not like that at all. I guess I should have explained all of my abilities when I told you I’d been transformed, but this just comes with it. The healing thing, I mean.”

“Oh. Okay, then.” He said. He was a little bit embarrassed about thinking you’d hidden your stand from him, but he’d never admit that.

“You were pretty concerned about me though, huh, Diego?” You jived, giving him a playful smirk. “You were SO panicking. You just couldn’t POSSIBLY imagine finishing this race without me by your side, huh?”

He gave you a nasty side eye at your teasing, but you couldn’t help but notice the faint brush of red creeping up his neck and onto his cheeks.

“If you don’t cut that out right now, maybe I will just finish the race without you.”

“Oh sure. I’m sure you will. So sure, in fact, that I’ll just ride off on my horse right now, and drop out of the race.” You teased again.

“You wouldn’t. You’d miss me too much.” Diego said, leaning against one of the rocks and plopping himself down in the shade. With the adrenaline worn off, he was really starting to feel the wound in his leg. He winced in pain as he adjusted the way he was sitting, squeezing his eyes shut tight and bearing his teeth as his movements irritated the deep, ugly thing.

“Maybe I would,” you said, smiling. Noticing his discomfort, though, you started walking back towards your horses, who thankfully hadn’t wandered too far off. “I’ll be back with the horses in a minute. I have a first-aid kid in my satchel. Sit tight, okay?”

Diego finished adjusting himself, gasping through gritted teeth as he laid his injured leg flat, and grunted out a “thank you” as you disappeared around the corner. While he was waiting for you to return with your and his belongings, all he could think about was you.

He decided internally that, no, he probably couldn’t finish this race without you.

And when you returned, and he allowed you to sit close enough to touch him, put your hands on him, and clean and patch up his wounds, you knew he felt that way, too. Even if he was too proud to say it to your face.

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[mika-no-sekai-blog]

Word count: 2600+

Warnings: swearing, otherwise mostly fluff

Part XXVI | Part XXVIII

Next few days it rained just as Tamlin had predicted. Thanks to him you had enough food, the only problem was the fast running out herbs. Not wanting to go out, it was a great chance to practice your magic abilities. High Lord always sat down with you, watching over you. Whenever you had trouble, he offered advice. It wasn't easy after so many years of not using your powers, but it was fun and the two of you laughed a lot when things didn't turn the way you wanted them.

Except of that there was nothing much to do. You couldn't go out and moreover as a result of your reckless run in the rain you caught a cold, so looking out the window and wishing the downpour finally stopped was all you were allowed to do.

Tamlin banned you from the kitchen, making you sit whole day in front of the hearth while he took care of everything. Including you. He wouldn't even let you go up the stairs on your own. You suspected that if he wanted he could cure you with a single snap of fingers, but for some reason he didn't want to. But you couldn't complain at all.

It was pleasant to have somebody to care for you, especially when they did it with such love. Every refilling of your mug was accompanied by kiss on crown of your head and kind smile. Every fixing of the blanket or handing you a book, got you a soft, sweet kiss on cheek and gentle caress. No need to say that you actually spent more time sitting on his lap than on your own. Your chest swelled every time Tamlin slipped into your armchair, pulling you to his strong body.

Bad weather also gave you a lot of time to talk, to really talk about things that bothered you. You patiently listened to his life story, about his family, years in father's army and everything that hurt him while Amarantha pushed him to sacrifice his friends, made him watch the death of so many innocent lives right before his eyes and then just for fun tortured girl he liked and even killed her. He told you about what happened after Amarantha died, all the nightmares that haunted him for months, the echo of the crack of neck that followed him every second of every day. He intentionally skipped the part about your brother being an ass, but you already heard about it from Feyre.

You knew he didn't want you to pity him and you tried not to, but it was hard. You reassured him that he did all he could to protect his Court and held him when you were short for words.

When it was your turn to share pieces of you, well, you didn't have much to say. Your family wasn't perfect, but it wasn't as bad as Tamlin's. Your mother, cousin, brother and his friends made sure you had a quite happy childhood and the only really bad, traumatic thing that happened to you, was the night you lost your mother and your memories.

"Tamlin, I want to thank you," you whispered into the crook of his neck when your tears finally dried. He was gently rocking you while drawing circles on your back with his warm hand. "If it wasn't for you, I would be dead."

He shook his head dismissively. His body was tense as you shared what you saw that night, his jaw still clenched, tips of his claws slightly jabbing the skin of your hip where he held you. You couldn't see his face from this angle, but you could imagine his frown, cold emerald eyes full of hate and rage gazing into the dancing flames. He looked like that when he told you about his father and brothers. All those years when he tried not to get in their way, keeping it low to survive, left a lot of hatred and anger in him. "I could do more. I-"

"You did enough," you stopped him. "I'm alive just because you were there. You aren't responsible for whatever happened to me afterwards."

He looked down at you in disbelieve. "I knew they had somebody in dungeons. I should have done something, help you escape."

"I thought that we already talked about this, but never mind," you spoke calmly with a soft sigh. "Let's say you went down there and helped me get out. What would have happened to you after that? They would have punished you or even worse."

He leaned to the side, putting as much distance as possible in between you which wasn't much in your current position. His hands fell to armrests, claws fully slid out. "It doesn't matter what they would have done to me."

"It matters..a lot.. To me, it matters.."

He watched you out of the corner of his eye and then sighing pulled you into another hug. He looked defeated.

"We can't change the past, Tamlin. But I'm glad you didn't go down there to find out what your father was up to. If you did, I might have never met you again. And we wouldn't be here now, holding each other."

At that moment air crackled with static energy and Rhysand winnowed in.

"Horrible weather," he grunted, shaking drops of rain from his cloak. Last few days he was too busy and only sent you messages. You didn't expect him to appear anytime soon.

Rhys looked around, his gaze fell to you watching him with wide eyes from Tamlin's lap. He froze in shock, his face colour changing from warm tanned to white and then to red.

"Hands off of my sister," he hissed. "Just a few days! I don't show up for few fucking days and you already dare to touch her? Like this?"

Tamlin sighed looking away and without a word began to gently push you from his lap so he could stand up. You knew he couldn't stand your brother's visits and rather disappeared on the second floor, but you needed to put a stop to this stupid situation. You clung to him, holding him in place. He raised a brow at you, but you only smiled at him.

"You didn't knock," you said in sweet voice to Rhysand whose eyes were jumping between you and High Lord of Spring.

"What?" He sputtered angrily.

"Do you remember when we talked about finding happiness?" You were calm as you looked up at him. His talons scratched the walls around your mind and you let him in.

What does this mean, sweetheart? I'd love you to stand up. Now.

Rhys, I'm happy.

You could feel flush spreading on your cheeks. Talking about this kind of feelings was something you'd never done with your brother nor he mentioned his lovers to you in the past. It was probably the only border you two kept intact.

What?! With him? You can't be serious. If you want a High Lord we can try to figure something out. But you.. and him.. Rhys' voice in your head was almost pleading.

I don't want a High Lord. I don't care about such things at all and you know that very well. I-.. I have feelings for him, Rhys. Do you.. understand? He might be my happy ending.

Admitting this much, you were too shy to even look your brother in eyes.

Meanwhile Tamlin stayed still, watching you with concern. Hands that he respectively put on armrests in presence of your brother, inched closer.

"Everything okay?" he murmured, so only you heard him. You nodded.

Rhysand left your mind and silently considered something. Hands at his sides curled into fists, his knuckles white.

"Can I have a word with you?" he asked Tamlin after a while. He frowned at him, but nodded. This time you let him stand up, watching as the two stepped out into the rain. You couldn't help it and sneaked closer to the front door. Through window you could see Rhysand pacing in the rain back and forth, fingers running through his already damp hair. Tamlin stood on doorstep, arms crossed on his chest, his back to you.

Rhysand stopped pacing and turned to him. "Do you like her?"

Tamlin nodded.

"C'mon," Rhys grunted, rolling his eyes. "I mean, do you really like her? No games, no.. getting back on me or something like that..?"

He again only nodded, no words. Rhysand stared him down, gritting his teeth.

"I love her, Rhysand," Tamlin finally spoke so lowly you almost didn't hear him over the sound of rain. "She is my everything."

Your heart swelled. He said that he loved you. Aloud. You talked a lot these last few days, but except of the 'I like you' he told you before, he hadn't expressed his feelings so directly. It was all just small lovely gestures here, soft kisses everywhere except of your lips there. Hearing him to express his feelings so openly brought tears to your eyes.

"I really hope you mean it," Rhysand snarled threateningly. "If you ever even try to think about hurting her-"

"I know. You'll find a way to revenge. I already heard that once before."

In a blink of eye Rhys stood in front of Tamlin, fisting the front of his shirt. His violet-blue eyes shone dangerously. "I'm not joking. Your kin already took me whole my family. She is the only one left. I won't silently watch her being used, hurt and thrown away by any male."

"I will never do any of that," Tamlin hissed in answer, his chest vibrating with growl, but otherwise he hadn't moved an inch, glaring down on your brother. He was just a few centimetres taller than him, but his frame was much sturdier, especially his upper body.

"Good," Rhys released his shirt still glaring at him and stepped back. "You better remember that."

Then he looked straight at you. See you next time, sweetheart. If anything, send me a message. You know how.

"Take very, very good care of her, Tam. She is the most precious person in the world." And with that he was gone.

Tamlin shook his head and grunting something under his breath he opened the door. As soon as he was inside, you rushed to him and squeezed him in firm embrace. Without thinking you stood up on your tiptoes and your lips landed on his. He went rigid, eyes widening.

You realized what you'd done and in shame started to pull away. Tamlin's hand clasped the back of your head and holding you in place his lips parted slightly and brushed over yours. So slowly, he claimed them in tender kiss, not rushing anywhere. Heart thundering in your chest, you kissed him back.

After a minute or two when your lungs burned with lack of oxygen, he broke the kiss and looked down at you, all flushed with glazed eyes. His fingertips brushed away an unruly strand of hair from your face, sliding down to your jaw.

He moved so fast you didn't see it. His next kiss was nothing like the first one. It was wild and hot and needy, war of lips, teeth and tongues. He kissed you like a starving man, devouring and exploring every inch of your mouth, sucking out all air from you.

One of his hands travelled down your body to your hip, his fingers digging into your flesh. You moaned into his mouth drawing a growl from him. Your back arched, chest brushing against the chest. There was no time to take a gulp of air and you were starting to feel light-headed.

Before you could pass out he pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours, eyes closed. Both of you were heaving heavily, lips swollen.

"Gods," you whispered and he laughed, his breath fanning your face. You were drunk on his scent, now suffocatingly stronger.

"You taste like strawberries." He pecked your cheek, lips trailing to your jaw and down the column of your neck to the shoulder. He didn't miss even that sensitive spot under your ear. You bit on your lower lip, holding back another moan.

"Say it again," you pleaded breathlessly.

"What? About the strawberries?" he smile into your skin.

"No. What you told to Rhys."

"Aah, you mean that part that I won't hurt you."

"No, not that."

"Then what?" He was teasing you while his lips and hands explored your body.

"You are such a tease. The other thing you told him."

"Hmm," he pretended to think about it, his mouth slowly returning back to the spot under your ear. He licked the sensitive skin and lightly nipped at it. The moan escaped you before you could stop it. "You mean the 'love you' part?"

You hummed in agreement, unable to think straight with his soft lips playing with your earlobe while whispering words in hoarse deep voice that made your toes curl.

Tamlin stopped teasing you and scanning your face with interest, he waited until you opened your eyes and focused. He caressed your cheek with feather-light touch, fingers barely touching you. The other arm held you firmly to his body. You could feel every shift of his muscles. Bright emerald eyes found yours.

"I love you, Y/N," he said little nervously. "From bottom of my heart, I love you."

Your heart skipped few beats and you closed your eyes again. It wasn't the first time somebody confessed to you, but this was so different. It felt so right as if you were born only for this, waiting for him your entire life.

You ran your fingers along his shoulder blades, ends of his golden hair tickling your knuckles. You inhaled deeply and found his gaze.

"I love you, Tamlin," you breathed out.

"Thank the Mother," his tense shoulders relaxed a little, "I already thought you won't say it."

You huffed amused. He leaned down and gave you a peck, licked his bottom lip and gave you another and another and soon you were kissing again. His chest vibrated with growl.

"I dreamt about this so many times, but it's actually much better than I imagined."

"You dreamt about this?" You quirked a brow, nuzzling to his neck.

Muscle in his jaw flexed. "I did. Every night when I couldn't sleep, I tried to imagine holding you like this and kissing you."

You giggled. "Liar. You made it up now."

He laughed, the sound echoing in that broad chest of his. You snuggled to him even closer, enjoying the beautiful sound. "No, I didn't."

You blushed so fiercely you were glad he couldn't see your face.

"Shouldn't we make some dinner?" you asked after a while.

"No," his hands nestled on your waist. "You should go sit down and wrap up into blanket while I prepare something to eat."

He started to gently push you back towards your armchair.

"Nooo," you pleaded. "I sat all day long. I want to do something too."

"Fine," he cooed adding a log to fire. He snapped fingers and a tome fell into your lap. You immediately read its title, your fingers already prickling with curiosity. "Will you read to me while I cook then?"

"Seriously?" You pouted. He just nodded, chuckling. He knew you loved reading and used your weakness against you, knowing you wouldn't be able to resist. You opened the book on the first page, eager to find out what kind of story Tamlin chose and started reading it aloud.

You only stopped to eat and then Tamlin took the book and read to you until you fell asleep on his lap. Marking your progress he put the book aside. Carefully he picked you up and carried you to the bed. Throwing the blanket over you, he snuggled up to you, kissed your forehead and smiling fell asleep.

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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — PRIEST! OKKOTSU YUUTA x MAFIA BOSS! FEM READER

You’re known to be a bit of a monster in underworld circles, but when you turn your attention to Yuuta, it backfires miserably on you. 

wc — 4k

tags — mdni, aged up, religion, mild sacrilege, dom Yuuta, the inherent sexiness of someone who can provide something for you that no one else can, learning to be tender, fucking on the kitchen table, dacryphilia, praise

“He’s very pretty for a priest,” you tell Maki, your second in command. “I thought they were all old men.” 

“Yuuta’s special,” she says, her lip curled. You know she doesn’t like your attention on him. You have a bad habit of breaking the toys you like. 

They’re childhood friends, you’ve heard, or at least schoolmates. One of those. You don’t care to pay attention to rumors all too much. That’s Inumaki’s job. 

“I like the sound of that,” you say, just to tease. You’re not serious. Maki’s too important to you and your business to antagonize. Besides, she’s the closest thing to a friend you have in this industry. She’d stab you in the back just the same as everyone else, but at least she’s plain about it. 

You’re not worried. Maki will only betray you if you give her a good reason to. As long as helping you is more beneficial to her than helping the enemy, she’ll stay loyal to you. That’s simple enough for you to manage. You make it a special interest of yours to keep Maki happy, and Maki delivers the results you want. It’s a win-win scenario. 

Very rarely does she ever challenge you. 

She’s a good lieutenant like that. Your favorite thing about Maki is how willing she is to let you do whatever you want - within reason. Inumaki’s off limits, for example. She didn’t like it when you snapped at him at the last family dinner. So is Panda. 

It looks like Yuuta is, too. 

It makes you feel a little lonely. Maki and Inumaki and Panda - and now even this stranger, too. You came into the family late, rising through the ranks not as a prodigy, but as a late bloomer. Even though you’ve long since solidified your place, you always feel the tension of the bonds the other three hold. You can’t compare. 

They respect you. They fear you. Sometimes they even like you, when you play your cards just right. But they don’t love you. That’s something they reserve for each other.

You thought you weren’t serious about bullying Yuuta, but here you are standing in front of the heavy wooden doors of his church, hand poised to knock. Maki will forgive you. She always does. And if she doesn’t? 

You’ll make her. 

What choice does she have? You’re her boss. Besides, it’s not like you particularly care about the consequences right now. You’re in one of your moods.

If Maki was around, she might be able to control it. Once you’re on the warpath, rather than talk you down, she just redirects everyone out of your path. Smart girl. She knows there’s no other way to deal with you. 

But Maki’s not here now, and you’re feeling that inescapable itch underneath your skin again. You got to where you were from nothing, but it still doesn’t feel like enough. All the power in the world couldn’t satiate you. Perhaps that’s why you break your toys - just to prove you can. 

Yuuta answers the door with a serene smile. He doesn’t seem shocked at all to see you. It’s unnerving. You’ve only watched him from a distance, but your impression of him gives you the creeps, which makes no sense. You’re the one with all the power. You’re his boss, the one with all the connections to get him killed for something as small as looking at you wrong. 

But all of that seems to pale in comparison to Yuuta’s dark eyes. Your bloody work is child’s play when you think about how he seems eerily omniscient, like he can predict things before they happen. There are days where he feels more prophet than priest. 

You forcibly shake off the cold cobwebs of doubt that cling to your mind. Yuuta is a normal man. He’s probably just doing what you’re doing - cultivating a reputation that’s a better shield than any Kevlar vest. Prevention is always better than a cure, after all. Better that no one even dares to try. 

Yuuta doesn’t ask you what you’re here for. He leads you to past the pews and the confessional to his own rooms. It looks like you’ve interrupted his dinner. His table is plain wood, solid and sturdy. Annoyingly simple. Your own dining table could pay for a million of these. 

“Sit,” Yuuta gestures, “I’ll make you something.” 

“Thank you, but I’m not here to join you for dinner.” 

“Join me anyways,” Yuuta said. “It’ll make me happy.” 

“No thanks.” 

Yuuta ignores you to begin pulling ingredients out of his fridge. This is exactly what you were worried about. Yuuta’s not afraid of you, unlike every other member of your family. That has to be rectified immediately. 

“Yuuta,” and at the call of his name he turns. “Just tea is fine.” 

He smiles at you. “Sure.” 

To anyone else, it would be an acceptable compromise. You’re seething, your blood boiling with outrage at the nerve he has. Making a concession in anything is unacceptable, even for something as small as this. 

Yuuta gives you a little dove blue mug, the ceramic slightly chipped. Before you can drink, he slides a hand between the top and your lips. He’s so close you could lean forward and kiss his  ring. 

It’s outrageous. Just because he’s essential to your operation, he thinks he can do whatever he wants with you. 

He technically can. You need him. 

“Careful,” he says. “Don’t cut your mouth.” 

“Watch your hands,” you say with as much poisoned politeness as you can muster. It doesn’t phase him at all. 

You need to regain control of this situation, but you’re quickly losing your grasp on everything. You can’t tell why or how, but Yuuta seems to be leading you around by the nose for your entire conversation. 

Eventually, you’re desperate enough to try one last weapon in your arsenal. It’s just hot enough in his room, with its lack of air conditioning, that unbuttoning the top of your blouse can be seen as casual. The way you lean towards him could not. 

“Oh?” Yuuta’s voice is quiet, soft. He’s a gentle man, with uncallused hands. Even this isn’t a sign of interest, but a mere question. 

“Come on, Father,” you say, placing your hand over his so you can play with his ring. The metal is cool against your overheated skin. 

He gives in more easily than you thought he would. 

His eyes are like empty pools, dark beyond imagination. You can’t read him at all as his other hand comes up to press your hand down, gently. It’s trapped between his. 

You become aware of how harsh your breathing sounds in this moment. You’ve heard that fear and arousal are very similar responses. It has never felt more possible to be true than in this moment, waiting to see what Yuta will do. 

His hand slithers up your hand to your wrist, from wrist to bicep, and bicep to throat. He curls his fingers around your windpipe. Every noise is thin, threadbare. You’re struggling to breath through your nose and not your mouth. 

His touch bleeds fever into your bloodstream, every muscle tense. You were never good at the waiting game. From the very moment you were brought into the family, all you’ve ever wanted to do is run. 

His fingers crawl along your throat up to your jaw. He turns your face this way and that, as if he were examining a prize animal at a show. It’s hard to keep yourself calm under his dispassionate gaze. You’re a beautiful woman, but as any good priest, it appears that Yuuta has a tight leash on his baser urges. 

Yuuta succumbs, but it doesn’t feel like your victory. Even as he steals your breath from your lungs with lips as soft as rose petals, you feel like you’re giving in to him, and not the other way around. Those cold eyes feel reptilian on your skin. 

To your horror, you whimper. Yuuta smiles against your lips, licking into your mouth. His hot tongue presses insistently against yours until you’re gasping for air, lightheaded from lack of oxygen. It feels good, like you’re floating above your body. It almost brings you regret when he pulls away, letting you breathe again. 

“I thought,” you say slowly, trying to hide your discomfort and your violent breathing, “that priests were the good guys.”

“I am a good guy,” Yuuta says. 

It’s a little hateful that you like that. He’s uncomplicated, a little like Maki in that sense. There’s a total lack of unsteadiness in his voice. He believes what he says fully. 

“You work for me,” you tell him with a wry smile. “No one who works for me is a nice person.” 

No one who would kiss you, either. You’re contamination. He’s been infected just by touching you. 

“I’m that, too,” Yuuta says, laughing. “Are you really here to judge me for my sins?” 

It’s a rhetorical question. You don’t like that. No matter what you throw at him, Yuuta always turns the other cheek. He makes humility feel like spitefulness. 

“Stop doing that,” you demand of him. “Don’t pretend.” 

He smiles at you. The outline of his lips are friendly, but his eyes are that of a shark’s. “I don’t know what you mean.” 

“That! Don’t act all cute when you’re planning something.”

“You think I’m cute?”

“I said act,” you bite out. 

“Mm,” Yuuta says agreeably, toying with the second button of your blouse. “And what am I planning?” 

“S-something,” you stutter out as he snaps it off. One by one, with each word you speak, he pops buttons off your blouse. “I don’t know- fuck,” you hiss. Your shirt’s gaping open. 

“Planning something but you don’t know what? That doesn’t seem too reliable,” Yuta teases. His fingers are cold against your skin. 

You try to change the topic, give yourself breathing room to stop.

“I don’t think you should be doing this,” you say. 

You need to convince yourself to pull away from him, no matter how sexy he is. This is a bad idea. But no matter how much you try to bargain with yourself, you latch onto him even tighter. 

“Why?” Yuuta laughs, and it’s a spritely thing. It’s pretty like the rest of him, like golden bells. He’s unreal. “Because of God?”

“You’re a shitty priest,” you moan as he pinches your nipple. 

“I’m just a revolutionary,” Yuuta says. He kisses your jaw, soft and tender. You resist the urge to put your fist through his head. It’s too much. “I worship with real offerings.” 

You’re suddenly seized by the very real terror that he could ruin you. Something about his eyes…

Not just his eyes. His hands, his lips - your attention to them feels like it’s not your own. Whatever compels you towards Yuta feels ancient, older than you. As if your whole life has been leading towards this point, towards him. 

Destiny is a much more terrifying concept than people realize. The idea that every action has been predetermined and no thought truly your own, that you have been made from birth to be here, cuts deep. You have never believed in something greater than yourself with a gun in your hand until you met Yuta. 

Now you’re a wounded animal, bleeding fear. An open cut. So vulnerable it would only the smallest touch to make you hurt. 

Yuuta lifts you up and onto the table, standing between your legs. His fingers slip over the zip of your pants, searchingly. 

You arch up towards him before you even quite register what you’re doing. It brings a soft chuckle out of him. Your pants are down and across the room faster than you can react. He kisses you through it, making you miss the exact moment until you feel a sudden breeze against your legs. 

You’re babbling nonsense to him, casting about for anything to say. You feel too raw, too exposed like this. Yuuta’s still fully dressed in the robes he wore when he answered the door, but you’re in nothing but a tank top and panties that Yuuta’s about to take off of you. 

“Now who’s being cute?” Yuuta teases. “Are you nervous? I thought you were supposed to be scary.” 

The only that’s making you nervous is how much you want this, but the magnitude of your desire terrifies you. 

When your panties comes off, he makes a soft noise at how wet you are from him. It sounds almost like he’s been hurt. 

He drags two fingers through the mess you’ve made of yourself, watches the sticky strings snap when he spreads them. Yuuta makes the obscene divine. He’s so pretty you think he’d make for a glorious stained glass window, even like this. 

Especially like this. 

What had he said? That pleasure was worship? 

Naked under Yuuta’s holy gaze, you’ve never felt closer to God. Closer to being clean. 

Yuuta spreads your legs for him, letting them settle around his waist. When you try to push forward, to grind against his clothed cock, he pins your hips down effortlessly with one hand. 

“Patience,” he chides. “I don’t want to hurt you.” 

He takes his time prepping you, but it still feels nearly impossible when you feel just the tip enter you. Yuuta presses in slowly, but you still feel full enough to break as he stretches you out. You breath in staccato, and at your fast, gasping breaths, a ringed hand tenderly strokes your cheek. 

“Easy,” Yuuta croons at you. “Easy now.” 

Yeah, easy to say when he’s not the one suffering. You let your head drop so suddenly the threat of braining yourself on the table is very real, but Yuta catches you, going down with you. He slips your arms up and around his neck as he presses home. 

Your legs are shaking, you realize with near hysterical humiliation. He hasn’t even really done anything yet, but white hot pleasure surges in your veins. This starving beast inside of you, an empty void, has been sated. It feels so good to be this full, this close. 

Yuuta’s hands are on your hips now, pulling you down onto his cock. There’s a pressure inside of you that lights up the pathways of pleasure in your brain, sending you spiraling towards a place inside you that you hadn’t realized existed.

“There you are, sweetheart,” he says as you start to cry. “How pretty.” 

You cling on to his shoulders like a life raft, shuddering against him. 

“You’re good, aren’t you?” He whispers against your throat. Between each word, he presses a kiss to the vein that pumps life giving blood to your head. 

You shake your head. He thrusts deeper in response, pulling a shiver of pleasure out of you. He’s discovered an angle that makes sparks light up behind your eyes, and he’s abusing his knowledge. “Yes,” he says, more firmly. “You are.” 

Yuuta was growing to become a dangerous addiction. If you let him keep going, you’re worried you could begin to want this. Wanting was bad. Wanting led to-

Yuuta moans, disrupting your thoughts. He pushes forward as he pulls your hips towards him, meeting you with a disgustingly lewd noise. You’re leaving nail marks in his back. Every thrust has you feeling white hot, immolation imminent. Your brain is on overload, every thought melting from your head. You find yourself nodding along to every word of praise, tears still dripping from crystallized lashes as Yuuta pushes you insistently towards the peak of your pleasure. 

Your entire body tenses as you cum, warmth suffusing every inch of your body. Your arms slide off Yuuta’s neck and fall to your sides, spent. He follows you shortly, spilling into you until your eyes roll back into your head from another sharp spike of bone melting pleasure. 

You hadn’t realized you were still tense until Yuuta reaches for you. He takes your clenched fists and unravels them, one finger at a time. They feel weak and flimsy in his grasp, easily destroyed like the petals of a flower. He could hurt you like this, you think insanely. This could be your ruination, the end of everything you worked so hard for. He presses a kiss to each finger. You don’t retaliate, letting him work. 

Your hands have wrought some real damage. Gentleness is not something you thought they were capable of.

[scruncheduppaper]

Thank you for the response to my previous question about Noelle's character arc! It was really interesting to see your thoughts. I'd hate to make to type out another essay, but...

Thoughts on Kris' side of all this? Most portrayals I've seen seem to make them relatively static--in that they spend their whole time just trying to resist the player and gain freedom. Either that, or the player control is sidestepped and it's just about addressing their core issues outside of us. What do you see as, if not the resolution, the progression in their arc given both their previous problems but also the whole evil-puppet-master-is-making-me-manipulate-my-friends thing.

Idk, maybe that *would* just make someone flatly more angry instead of anything super complex.

Again, thanks for the ask! I’d like to preface my answer by saying that much of my interpretation of these characters is based on my own personal life experiences and my emotions, and I often like to project onto kriselle because of that. That doesn’t mean I don’t pay attention to canon (far from it) but just don’t take everything I say as 1 to 1 analysis or prediction.

While I definitely do see Kris as being angry at the player, I personally like to explore more of Kris’ self anger and hatred, as well as despair over their situation. I find that people often like to portray Kris and the player as rivals, where I don’t necessarily see them that way — in most situations I believe the player is motivated by either strong curiosity and love for the game/characters, as it is in real life. If Kris comes to understand this, the anger becomes less directed towards the player and more towards themselves.

I think this way because there is evidence of Kris’ self hatred and self harming tendencies within the game itself. This video sums it up pretty well:

Even before Dess’ disappearance, I think Kris always had a feeling of being an outsider, even to do with their personality — and then afterwards, after whatever happened with Dess and their parents divorce, I suspect that they often blame themselves for what happened, and connected with the idea they don’t belong, it causes them to shrink further and further into themselves, and away from people like Noelle.

I personally view Kris giving up their soul (since I like the theory that they traded it to Gaster) as an act of essentially suicide, which is why I made my last piece. However, especially in the Snowgrave route, this makes things a LOT worse for their sense of self-worth; I like to imagine that they feel immense guilt and pain over Noelle, which haunts them constantly, but now they’re unable to reach out, as they had neglected to beforehand while Noelle was helpless and suffering (it’s kind of like Mouthwashing, in a way).

I have little prediction for the actual story, as we know very little about Kris and what happened to them. Most of what I said here has been based on fan theories and discussions I’ve had.

However, my version of Kris will probably end up killing themselves for real — to spare Noelle from the player and to end their own suffering/guilt. Thus, this would be a final act of love towards Noelle, to show that they truly Have cared for her this whole time (or, in that case, to allow Noelle to kill them — both to satisfy her repressed anger and their own self hatred). I have no opinions about the normal route in this case, but I wish to see Kris have a good ending there, at least, where they are able to be truly free and happy.

[yanderes-galore]

Could I request yandere arkham two-face hcs? -🌹🦢

Sure! Using the wiki for the Arkham games to write his character, although this most likely works for other variations of Two-Face. I just talk general behavior, there isn't really any backstory to this one. No pairing specified so I tried to keep it general.

Yandere! Arkhamverse! Two-Face Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Murder mention, Delusional behavior, Manipulation, Kidnapping mention, Possessive behavior, Split personality, Brief stalking mention, Violence, Forced companionship/relationship.

Looking into him more, Harvey/Two-Face has a really sad backstory.

Plus due to his personalities I'd say he'd be unpredictable in behavior.

On one hand, he'd want to be caring and considerate of his darling.

One the other, he could easily snap and show sudden aggression, often killing others with the flip of a coin.

Two-Face would also be the type of yandere to believe he's fated to meet and have you.

A big part of his character is fate, after all.

Since he has such beliefs you could also assume he'd be a delusional yandere too.

Evident in Arkham Knight through tapes, it's also shown he has self-loathing aspects.

For the most part I imagine Two-Face would follow his coin for decisions on how to approach his obsession.

In terms of how he could meet you, it could be before or after his accident.

His insanity feeds into his obsession and you happen to be the person he pursues for whatever reason he has in mind.

I can also see Two-Face often arguing with himself on how to deal with his obsession.

As said before, part of him wants you to love him like a normal person, while the other just wants to lock you away where only he can see you.

As his darling, you would not be able to predict his next move.

He claims all of his actions are fate.

The coin decides just what you'll two do together and how it will go.

I imagine at times Two-Face is really sweet with you.

Sometimes the old Harvey shines through with slight pity/guilt for what he's doing.

He just hopes you'll forgive him at some point, but you both must play by fate's rules.

He'd buy you all sorts of gifts when he's able to/if he could.

He really does adore you but then there's his other side.

Two-Face, the more sadistic personality, brings violence to the table.

He'd make those around you bleed for looking at you wrong.

Murder is a common thing for Two-Face.

Sometimes when you rob Gotham's banks, people have got to die.

Murdering others in order to keep you, the one person that makes him happy after the incident, is something he'd happily follow through with.

Affection with Harvey is sweet and soft, affection with Two-Face is rough and harsh.

Any time with him is like playing a game of chance.

It's sad, really, to see a man who was given so much respect fall from grace.

Harvey knows that he could've been a great friend or even lover for if he wasn't like... this.

He blames himself for making you scared.

Yet at the same time he wants to force you to just comply.

He'll take good care of you, he'll isolate you, and you can be happy.

This city corrupts people.

He used to want/wish for great things.

That's all gone now.

Now he's a man following fate, arguing with himself over what he'll do with you.

He flips a coin for everything.

Stalking, kidnapping, killing others around you, even punishments.

He flips the coin and lets fate decide.

Fate wants you two to be by each other.

Perhaps with another coin flip... he'll decide on if he wishes to be your friend or something more.

Nothing is up to you to decide.

He even tells you he isn't making the decision himself.

It's all in the coin, it's all on fate now.

You should be happy!

It's clear you're both meant to be....

Any sort of companionship with him has its up and downs.

Perhaps if you anger him enough he may hurt you, flipping a coin to decide if it's worth it.

Hell, with him, your entire life is decided with coin flips.

He relies on it to tell him what to do.

Heads, he keeps you in locked room.

Tails, he lets you go.

Heads, he stalks you tonight.

Tails, he leaves you alone.

Heads, he kills off that friend of yours around you all the time.

Tails, he solves the issue by having his goons take you away.

You never feel like you're winning with him.

Two-Face does what he wishes and calls it fate.

At least that's what you assume.

You wonder if one day he'll flip the coin to just end you.

But he'd never.

You are what makes him feel like Harvey.

A slight sense of normalcy, someone who gives him a sense tranquility.

He needs you, regardless of what you think.

No matter what you say you won't get your way.

Sometimes he even gives you the illusion of choice, flipping that dreaded coin to see if he'll listen to you.

Wish for more freedom or space? He'll flip a coin.

There's a good chance you won't win any argument with him.

However, sometimes he decides to be merciful and says fate's won in your favor.

But it's always small things.

A companionship/relationship with Two-Face is unpredictable, yet one factor is always the same.

You'll never win his coin flip games... which means you'll be his forever and always, because fate has decided so.

[lovethatmakingcoffee]

what am I? The devil's advocate?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE GIFT OF APPOLLO STRIKES AGAIN FOR ME SPECIFICALLY CAUSE I CALLED OUT THIS CANCELLATION THE MOMENT FOREVER GOT CANCELLED!!!!! Its just so easy! So simple! Of course a male musician is gonna get cancelled and so few listened to me cause you are dumb children because obviously its children who make up the majority audience of a Minecraft roleplay server!!! Ha! At this point its comical! I'm busting a nut on how funny and predictable this all is. Haha, ah sadge. Oh noooos! Are you all gonna burn your merch and delete your art cause you're afraid that u are supporting an abuser creep. Ah waaaahhhh. Like i havent heard that tune the past two months, sing another one. Bitches.

Pft, you all are so pathetic and funny, at this point there really just must be this shadow group or whatever that is trying to destroy the qsmp from the inside out. Like really? Two months, three major creators of the qsmp are targeted by cancellations, and there is plenty of drama in between. So obviously suspicious and coincidental. And it happened so fast and so many people just dogpiled on the accused, i would have to say its almost organized. And that there is just so many jumping the gun, ready to tell these creators to kill themselves, you guys certainly have numbers, holy shit. Ha! I wonder if Forever actually finds and sues that first anti, that he'll be able to figure out who these people are because isnt this also just so conveniently timed? Each cancellation one after another. There is so much drama clouding the qsmp community that how could it not be schemed out at this point? I already predicted that with Forever's downfall and now with attempts I. Cellbit and Wilbur, Im starting to have an inclination that someone approached these girls.

With cellbit's ex it would be easy to deflame him, but i wonder how they got to this sherby whatever. Maybe cause he chose his career over her like i've heard in her video. But being exs is already hot opportunity for scorn of any kind, so its quite easy to jump on one or the other when one of these two accused the other. So really the motive could be anything at this point. anything she said or not said or those requests she asked of him and he never fulfilled. And to me she never delved too deeply in to what those requests were either. Which ok then. Fine, keep your secrets.

But biting is so fucking weird to accuse someone as abuse. Especially physical. Like just biting? That's all. Not that if its true that's not bad, but it would make sense that he was physically violent in any other way at least once. Like hitting, strangling, anything. But no, biting is the best she could come up with when it comes to physical. Mental and emotional abuse is a tricky in cause its not visible and it will always boil down to a he said she said type of shit but if there is no physical text or people witnessing their conversations then good luck with that.

But firstly, if she wants the whole world on her side then physical evidence should be so easy in this scenario. Like as easy as pie! If he bit her so badly every day where he tore skin, or whatever, then damn weren't they in a relationship??? Did they not take couple pictures? Wouldn't these pictures show the obviously horrible bitemarks? That is the first actual physical evidence that she could show that would be so easy to solidify her stance, but no, just hearsay. And nothing like texts either! Maybe a text to a friend complaining about how bad the bitemarks are. But no, nothing. No slideshow of evidence at all, just saying it happened, because words are all she needs to win the internet nowadays.

And then there are her complaints about him financially taking advantage of her, like girl, receipts! Show the receipts at least please, god damn it! Or again, these supposed texts to your girlfriends that he is taking financial advantage of you!!! Anything at all. The male accused is always expected to provide evidence that he did not abuse his ex but the girl isn't expected to show physical evidence that he did it, come on!!!

And I mean the biting in itself is so strange too. Cause like- how did it even start? She says he did it out of nowhere and my brain cant even wrap around that there was no pinpointing starting point. Said that it was a normal affection thing that his parents said was normal. If his family actually said that at all. And that he just randomly introduced it to her like ... Huh? Nothing she could accurately point to and say then, thats when it began. No sexy time or sex or whenever. Just he walked up to her in the kitchen one day and took a bite, huh? Like as far as im aware, to me (and a mutual of mine who pointed this out more accurately) their situation just sounds like a bdsm thing that went south. These two were not on the same wavelength, realized that and went their separate ways. Maybe he didn't follow the safe word every time, maybe she was also mutually into it like Wilbur said. Maybe they just changed their minds on things. Who knows! Not us, that's for sure. Not that their love life should be any of our business, but she yelled abuse so...

And the fact that she acts like biting is such a weird foreign kink. It's tame is what it is. More tame then the feet kinks in my opinion. But if what Wilbur says it's true and it was mutual, 😮‍💨 then fuck, man.

And why would HIM leaking past conversation be power over her? Wouldn't any mutual conversation or evidence they have over each other, negatively effect him in a bad light? Would it not be good if one of these parties showcased a lick of evidence to evidentally prove her right??? Or would it be like Cellbit and explain thoroughly how not everything she said is the truth?

Who knows. There is probably some truth to what she said like he reiterated. About being a slob and that biting happened. But the invasiveness of the bites and the violence of it might not have been accurate. But he needs to absolutely admit it or she needs literally any physical evidence at all to give weight to her claims. But there is nothing because of course there isn't. She could so easily expose him if what she says is true... So why didn't she in her video? If that is what she wants? But then if it is just to bring awareness then she did so in a selfish manner that is only accusatory and not grounded. Ground me Shelby. Show me the bad boyfriend he is. SHOW ME.

But she won't. Will she? :/

Anyway. The qsmp. 👏👏👏👏👏

Like in the past two months, creators have been cancelled or dropped from the qsmp one by one and damn, quackity must be super evil or one unlucky son of a bitch to have hired all these secretly maliscious people. My goodness gravy gracious, how impressive!

I mean come on, really. Like really. Have we not overheard this tune by now? Male creator gets cancelled cause of something to do with a woman, is rushed to answer and is (luckily for cellbit he had an essay on why he was innocent so people are fifty fifty on him at least) then dogpiled by the people waiting to rip his apology or response apart. And then it doesn't matter what they do, anything they do will be seen in a bad light and no one will take into consideration on their stance at all and turn on the male creator. Its crazy how the pattern keeps repeating itself and keeps being successful because everyone is afraid that they are supporting an abuser pedo whatever and have all this time.

It actually makes me sickly relieved that no matter how Forever managed his initial response, he was doomed from the start.

And i mean these younger streamers certainly think they're smart by immediately turning on Wilbur's obviously curated damage control lawyer made response, but ha! That will bite them in the ass soon too. When its their turn. Because its going to be their turn. These cancellers don't care at this point who you are, they just want to see you fall, which is what i predicted and shouted to the heavens months ago! That they should have stayed as a community instead of turning on each other.

Like they think they are so smart responding this quickly, cause the quicker your response to injustice, the more innocent you are 😇. Because if they dont respond immediately (literally hours after the fact), then they will be treated like creators such as Phil and Tommy; be treated like shit and accused for supporting an abuser by the hysterical masses. Because that's who you are if you are against whatever the ex's name is or dont speak up about it at all. And like dont speak up immediately too. You have to have a quick response or there will literally be a ripple effect of cancellations cause if you dont say anything then you are a bad person too. And all i hear from the social media smucks are Wahhhhhh.wahhhhhhhh you're bad if you support so and so! But i already made my side so im a good person wahhhhhhhh

And no, im not even enteraining shit like this anymore when she goes "uwu, i'm finally coming out on social media to spread awareness that my famous ex boyfriend (and it is ALWAYS at the height of their popularity, remember that) used to abuse and bruise me." Like sure- the benefit of doubt for the female victim blah blah but she's like- "oh but this is based on my experience and I'm just here to spread awareness. Anyway, I'm going to hang out with my friends now after dumping that clusterfuck on the internet. Bye~." Like everyone in their collective minds won't go after him and demand answers then judge his response and then turn on him anyways cause lemme be honest, when has an internet open apology ever worked? It never has. And now she has put the spotlight on him, his pr team is scrambling for an escape, he's probably messaging her behind the scenes going what the hell, and his family and friends who wont actively denounce him will be sent death threats. Just like Forever. Forever mi amor. Ah. I miss you bibi.

Anyway, girlie knew she was setting the hounds on him and acted like she didnt. Like she was just going to say her piece and dip. Like the internet wasn't going to explode. Like what the fuck? Whatever her intentions were, whether she was abused or not, she wanted this. She didnt want to get him before he got famous or even during dsmp. She wanted to do this now. For some reason it had to be now. I guess in her mind the bigger they are...

It's always the same.... goes on social media. Verbally accused with no physical evidence. Leaves. The man is left flounder in the mob of social media. Repeat.

And damn, this really makes me doubt Cellbit's ex now like- im starting to really not believe any of them anymore. Cause these cancellations are just all so convientely timed!!! Forever at the height of his lore, Cellbit's weird ex comes out of nowhere with a heavy hitter accusation, but thankfully my guy predicts this and was able to deflect that one with his PHYSICAL EVIDENCE, and now Wilbur's ex is breaking out the easy 'he abused me~' song. Like why are you all still falling for this? Why? Why? Why? Why?!

And hell, i might be a hundred percent wrong, but you might be too, so might aimsey and ranboo and tubbo. This chick might be a sweet angel that didnt mean to release an innocent criminal accusation on her famous ex, oh no~ but like, i dont even care if im wrong and am acting like a jackass.

They cancelled Forever and my man was not a pedo. I stand by that. I'll stand by it until there is a literal mugshot of him commiting said crime. Or literally any lick or shroud of physical evidence! Anything instead of the basic she said he said nonsense. The Forever texts were gross but i've already determined what I have understood from that girl Sol's response. And I've explained it on my tumblr hear before. Right here :)

-https://www.tumblr.com/lovethatmakingcoffee/739974345599926272/part-1

And these remaining qsmp idiots can be cancelled for all i care at this point. For staying quiet and letting their friend fall into a pit of vipers. I think its hilarious if they all got cancelled. Ive already seperated art from the artist with all of them after what they did to Forever. The only one I didnt do that to WAS Forever.

But they let that shit happen, they let my man get labeled as a pedo, so they reap what they sow.

And yeah i may be a hypocrite and still post qsmp stuff, but like whatever :P. I lost my mind months ago cause of circumstances and Forever was one of the few things keeping me afloat. And i mean like- phaw, these content streamers are funny, what can i say. Even though i dont agree with literally any of the shit they pulled in the last couple of months, they get a hearty chuckle out of me and their character is fun and their lore is (less) interesting. I mean- they are likeable. Thats why they are content creators. Cause they got great personalities. Doesnt mean they are good people though.

And heh, the qsmp really will die soon, i mean really. Just look. Pacfit is cute but it barely holds much in the shipping department, the lore might as well be dead cause many have left or were cancelled or have to deal with the aftermath of their friends being cancelled or leaving. And just it looks like not many people are on and that quackity tried to commercialize it with purgatory 2. Bringing all these new people and having storylines abandoned left and right. Then forever got canceled and quackity chose to throw his friend under the bus (doesnt even matter if forever secretly asked him to) and protect his project which was his first mistake. Now all these creators are getting picked off one by one because of their past relationships. Insteading of standing unified together.

And i will laugh at all of you stupid fucks who whined and cried that ohhh noooo, my favorite creator is a bad person with little evidence, and just the one side talking about it. And it doesnt matter if Wilbur said that was a consensual kink they shared and they met on www.bitemynipple.org, he will be framed as the bad guy, with whatever she said. My god. The fact that everyone takes this shit at face value and dont question anything, and quickly announce that they hate the guy to prove that they are a good person is insane.

Like holy shit, tubbo, ranboo, aimsey, and others. You jumped on him so quickly and literally ranked and ripped apart his apology like it was supposed to win some literary award, the fuck? Why are you so weird?! It's obviously a PR curated response and you are treating it like it is his actual words! The fuck?!

And then y'know, i think there are people who never really were fans and are just part of that well orchestrated alleged anti group that took down Forever and are using what wilbur's ex said to fan the flames. Loudly announcing, 'IM DELETING MY STUFF AND YOU SHOULD TOO UNLESS YOU ARE A BAD PERSON!!!" you want to talk about manipulation? That certainly looks like manipulation to me. Pathetic. Guilting people before the final verdict. My braincells are dead on the floor cause of youm And then the rest of you all roll over, bend your back and just take it. Well lube up your stupid little holes.

But honestly, i called this shit so hard. I more so guessed a fan would damn him later, but its an ex girlfriend who felt like it was a great idea to air out their personal lives to the voyeuristic eye that is the internet. Just peachy. Like this is your own personal shit, and again if there aint even a police report talking about their domestic abuse, i wont take this seriously. It a photo or a screenshot of a text about it. ANYTHING!!!!! The fact she just discreetly brought it up out of nowhere to bring 'awareness'. She knew what she was doing. And if her intentions were to tear him down cause she was angry at him or get her noticed because of his popularity or to use him to lift her agenda of this so called awareness then ok, i guess??????

And what's with this bullshit of not knowing that wilbur is manipulative? That is literally is one of his number one character traits. You can think of it negatively or positively, but unless you are new here, that dude is a manipulative hussy. Like this is a well known fact, how are any of you surprised at this? Its like saying the sky is blue. I mean- if by anything dsmp wilbur is the most manipulative lil bastard ever, obviously he is leaning into a character trait he already knows and has.

But go on, hm, cry. Write your little announcements that you always knew he was a bad person uwu and that you are deleting all your content of him. Go on and do it. Delete your art and fics that you worked so hard on just cause some drama is happening where there is no hard evidence so far except what she said and he said. Heh, I dont stan him. I aint saving this shit. If the art gets deleted, oh well! Too bad, so sad. Thats on all of you who wanted to panic, act out like toddlers and delete your art. Go on. Delete it. Feel sad. Boohoo. Waaaaaaaahhhh. Ask no questions and just side with the 'victim' who conveniently brings this up now.

Who knows. Maybe I'll act up too. Maybe i'll draw Wilbur getting eaten out and bitten and sensually gang banged. Maybe I'll draw art of tntduo chewing on each others' cocks. Bite bite bite. Maybe I'll just make a lot of wilbur biting art just to spite everyone. Who knows?!

Maybe i will also keep the wilbur soot tag alive, like i am doing with the forever, sugarduo, and the 4halo tag. Because you stupid ass bitches just squeal when these creators arent perfect when someone drops dirt on them. Well newsflash you dumb fucks, they all have dirt on them.

Also my next guess on who the cancel qsmp victim will be ... Fit. They havent got anything on Philza yet to my surprise. Maybe the man just surrounds himself with loyal people outside of minecraft server cause obvs those people aint loyal as shit 🤣. And i dont know much about fit outside of qsmp, like i feel a lot of us do. But he totally fits the qualifications. He's a man so he's an easy target. He's older so he has a 'past tm. And he is seen as otherwise good and another pillar of the qsmp. So if he is taken down, many shall follow. It would be another good shock to the community to destroy the server like these antis want. And yeah- i actually think this all stems around the qsmp. Aint no other Minecraft servers are having this level of drama right now, so why is it qsmp that are getting all these leaks and drama bombs at ... At the height of their popularity? I wonder. Or maybe i already know.

But all these pr disaster drama landmines, i even made a funny theory joke in my head that what if the ringleader to these alleged anti groups is actually a pr manager of one of these groups? And thats how they have been destroying everyone from the inside, collecting some OLD dirt, and being able to maybe connect or approach these exs. But that's just a funny theory i have. Like could you imagine???

Could you imagine?

And damn, i just wonder if there is a content creator policy that if one of them is being attacked than the rest have to dogpile on them no matter how they feel or what they think about the situation to save their own assets and finances? Do you think? You think that's in their contract? That would be absurd and hilarious. Imma piss myself from laughing. Look piss.

And no, i will not talk nicely about this. I never should have. You guys all deserve to be spat on and talked shit to. And i mean all. Im talking about everyone. All those that fall hook line and sinker. Dumbfucks

Will i respond to anything from this...? Mm maybe. Probably not. I don't really care what happens :P sucks to suck

(Also yeah this was barely edited, eat my ass)

(And I mean, damn if I'm wrong I'm wrong, but you fucks turn so quick when yeah- there is no physical evidence that she could easily provide)

(to reiterate for those who don't want to read the finer details. I totally think everything that has happened so far as been to rip apart the qsmp and think all these ex girlfriends as well are too conveniently timed. And whether or not they are telling the truth, there are and will always be antis lying in wait to shame and guilt everyone to damn the male accused while no physical evidence is brought forth and that they pressure people to delete their art and fics. Gross)