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teddyeyeseddie · 1 year ago

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Devil Horns & Mary Jane

Virgin!Eddie X Reader

(a/n hiiiii long time no see! Its been awhile but i am so glad to be back and bee bopping around brain rot city with @lofaewrites ! boy have i been cooking up some stuff in the kitchen for you guys! here’s my attempt at willing summer away, i mean it's practically halloween, right?)

“For the last time I am not driving you to some haunted woods all the way in bum-fuck Indiana,” Eddie shouts, settling in on the couch with a bowl of popcorn.

“Eddie, please,” Dustin begs, plopping down beside him, grabbing onto Eddie’s shoulder and shaking it.

“Yeah, please Eddie. You promised you would take us to a haunted house this year!” Mike chimes in, pleading eyes looking down at Eddie.

“I promised I would take you but I’m not taking you tonight, I have plans,” he motions to the TV in front of him, some horror film playing at a low volume.

“Now shoo-'' Dustin's hand comes to shush Eddie, pointer finger smushed to Eddie’s pink lips.

“I’ll tell them about what's under--'' It's Eddie’s turn to shush Dustin, his whole hand quick to cover Dustin’s mouth.

“Enough of that. Alright kids, load up,” Dusting snickers as he follows Eddie and his friends out of the trailer.

The kids all pile in his van, Dustin settling in the front seat. Eddie’s hand smacks his as he attempts to change the radio, turning it back to his usual rock station.

The drive takes them out of town to a more rural area, the haunted woods and corn maze stretching for several acres. Eddie parks the Van, boots crunching in gravel as he steps out of the vehicle. He stuffs his hands in his jacket pocket, withdrawing a pack of camels. He lights one, taking several drags before stopping under a tree.

“I’ll be waiting here for you guys,” he sends the group a salute as he leans up against the trunk.

“Nope, you’re coming,” Max states bluntly, walking towards him and plucking the cigarette from his pursed lips before stomping on it.

“Oof, alright,” Eddie raises his eyebrows before begrudgingly following the group toward the entrance of the haunted woods.

“Beware!!” A badly dressed clown screams on Eddie’s right, causing Dustin to jump.

“Oh this is going to be so epic,” Dustin says as he bumps into Eddie. He shrugs him off and straightens out his shoulders.

The group pushes its way through a badly shredded sheet that is covered in fake blood, Eddie chuckles nervously to himself before entering through the “Gates of Hell”.

They walk for a bit through the woods, witches and zombies popping out periodically to try and get a rise out of the group. Eddie usually sees it coming, but still jumping at the inevitable scare.

They make it to a small cabin in the middle of the woods, glass windows broken, Cobwebs stretching across the porch, the whole nine yards. Eddie ducks into the small doorway, being the first of his group to make the journey inside. He feels it out once he is in, the strobing lights making his head spin as he tries to make his way forward.

Dustin follows in shortly after, putting his hand on Eddie’s shoulder, causing Eddie to jump. He shakes his head, hair tossing back in Dustin’s face. The group trudges forward, making it halfway through the house with no scares. Eddie is pretty sure the house is vacant of haunt employees. He begins to relax, shrugging Dustin’s hands off his shoulders as he makes his way through the house.

He makes it to the bathroom where a bathtub sits. He begins to notice bubbles forming in the tub, getting closer to investigate despite his judgment. When he is standing over the tub, something jumps out, right in Eddie’s face. Eddie is quick to squeal, hands taking position before punching in front of him at the mass that just emerged from the bathtub.

“Fuck-ow ow ow,” he pulls his hand back, shaking it out before realizing what just happened.

He punched someone.

He punched an employee.

He rushes back to the tub, his hands coming to pull the workers mask off to reveal a doe eyed girl with the bloodiest of noses.

“Shit shit shit. I am so sorry,” He grabs the bandana that is stuck in his back pocket and presses it to your nose.

You let yourself be held up by Eddie as he walks you through the rest of the house, your mind is so fuzzy you’re not really sure what is going on.

He shakes your shoulder once you make it outside, looking down at you, his face illuminated by the residual strobing lights bleeding through the panes of the broken windows.

He’s pretty, bangs disheveled and sticking to his forehead, leather jacket broadening his shoulders, pink tongue poking out from between his plump lips.

“Hey, Hey c'mon l-look at me,” he says from above you, your eyes finally focused on his, a grimace forming on your face as you come to.

“Did you punch me?” you question, hand finally coming to rub under your nose, blood painting your fingers. His hand comes to rub at the back of his neck, a shy smile forming on his face as he does so.

“Yes?” he almost questions, “But, I am so so sorry, I did not expect someone to pop out of there. I’ve never even been to a haunted house before, I just say I like them so my friends don’t think I’m lame. I’m actually really terrified of them? I’ve never even punched someone before, not even when I got beat up in midd-”

“Eddie! For god’s sake let Y/N breathe,” Dustin groans, “Hi, Y/N. Are you okay?” He questions, coming to kneel beside you.

“Yeah Dusty, I’m ok,” you say, smiling at him.

“Y/N? Dusty?” Eddie asks, confused.

“Y/N is my neighbor, it’s how I heard about the haunted woods in the first place,” Dustin reveals, holding his hand out to you in order to help you off the porch steps.

Eddie reaches his arm out, offering it to you. You take it, looping your arm in his as you walk down the hill and towards the exit of the haunted woods.

The two of you make small talk as you walk down, Eddie even lighting a cigarette and offering it to you. You decide fuck it after the night you’ve had and take several drags before giving it back to Eddie.

“I really am so sorry I punched you,” Eddie says as he looks down at you, “I-I dont like hit women or anything like that, I didn’t even know you were a woman. Just like a mass of moss or something gross like th-”

“EDDIE!” you shout playfully, “Stop with the nervous rambling, it's fine! My nose isn’t broken and you got me out of work for the night,”

“Seriously? No “I’m gonna press charges”? You do know who I am right? Half the town wants to see me in jail,” he states bluntly.

“You’re a dork,” you say with a shrug, “I don’t think you’d survive in jail so I decided to spare you,”

“Okay, ouch. I am not a dork,” Eddie defends, eyes trained forward as he walks with you.

“What do you do in your free time?”

“Play D&D, read, write music, watch horror films,” he states obviously.

“See, dork,” you bump your hip with his, smiling as you do so. Eddie meets your smile with a frown, his eyebrow furrowing as he looks at you.

“Hey, c'mon you punched me in the face. I can say you’re a dork. Plus, I never said being a dork was a bad thing,” you reveal, arm unlocking from his as you approach a trailer that served as your bosses office. He was understanding as to what happened but had to understandingly ban Eddie from the haunted woods for the foreseeable future.

Eddie shrugs his shoulders at the news, stepping out of the trailer with you.

“It’s better than spending a night in jail,” Eddie says, digging in his pocket for his keys.

“C’mon kids, load up,” Eddie shouts before turning back towards you.

“Do you need a ride?” Eddie questions as he shoves his thumb towards his van.

You shake your head, pulling his bandana away from your nose.

“Nah I got it, I’ll see you around?” you ask, “Gotta clean this up and give it to you somehow,”

“I’m sure I’ll see you soon,” Eddie responds. He gives you a small wave before retreating to his van.

Eddie slides into the driver’s seat of the van, starting it up and peeling out of the gravel lot.

“Dude- I can’t believe you punched her,” Dustin yells over the music.

“Shut up, Dusty,” Eddie sneers.

“And your hopeless attempt at flirting with her, oh my god you were so bad dude!” Dustin laughs at Eddie, his heart breaking a little bit at his words.

Dustin was right. Eddie was hopeless when it came to women. His attempt at flirting tonight simply bleeding into embarrassing stories about himself. He was sure he blew it, no he was certain he had blown it. You can’t punch a pretty girl in the face and expect anything to go anywhere after that.

Eddie goes home that night, kicking himself mentally for how the evening went. He wishes he could be normal. He wishes his brain wouldn’t short circuit when a woman checked him out at the grocery store. He wishes he could be confident in himself. He wishes he wasn’t so fucking weird.

That’s what Eddie Munson is, he decides. A weird, dorky, nerd. He’s going to die a virgin, he’s sure of it.

He wakes the next morning with his hand throbbing. He groans when he thinks about how you feel if his hand feels the way it does. He rolls out of bed, opening and closing his hand, wincing at each contract of his skin.

He ends up running late to work, van speeding down the road as he nears the vinyl shop. He pulls in right at 10, practically jumping out of his van and speed walking towards the entrance. He unlocks the door, pushing inside and turning on the lights.

He’s busy putting on a record to play in the shop when the bell above the door begins to ring. He turns when he hears it, smiling when he sees who he’s met with.

It's you. You’re wearing a pink skirt, a cream sweater thrown over it, not how Eddie would have ever imagined you to dress.

“Y-Y/N?” Eddie stutters, record needle scratching loudly as he drops it.

“Hi, Eddie,” you walk towards the counter, in the light of the storefront he sees that your right eye has turned a bright purple.

“Shit- I’m so sorry,” Eddie rasps, wincing as you tilt your face up to reveal the bruise on your cheek.

“Had to make you feel a little more sorry for me,” you say with a small chuckle. Eddie flashes you pleading eyes, silently begging you to stop messing with him.

“Hey, it’s okay! I actually just came to bring this back,” you dig into your baby pink purse, pulling out Eddie’s now clean bandana.

“I uh, asked Dustin where I could find you,”

Eddie smiles and takes the bandana from your hand, tucking it into his back pocket.

“Thanks, I appreciate it,” He sends you a salute as you back away from the counter.

“See ya around Eddie,”

The next time you show up to his work, Eddie is high. He’d taken a few dabs in his car on his lunch break. The weed really takes over when you walk in. Pretty blue skirt flowing behind you, an oversized white sweater brushing the hem of your skirt causes his heart to do tiny little flips.

“Hey Eddie,” you squeak as you approach him. The bruise around your eye is almost completely healed and the swelling in your nose has gone down tremendously. You look better and Eddie is so happy to see that.

“Hey trouble,” he rasps, a dopey smile on his face. He walks to where you’re standing, stopping once he reaches you, leaning over the counter. He smacks his gum, elbows resting on the glass as he looks down at you.

“Trouble?” you quirk an eyebrow, hand on your hip as you scowl at him playfully.

“It fits, sue me. What brings you in?” Eddie questions, rounding the counter and settling next to you. He leans against the counter, crossing his arms and legs as he looks over the expanse of the store.

“Need a birthday present for a coworker. He’s throwing a halloween party for his birthday. He’s into stuff like you. Ya know, dorky stuff, metal, the whole lot,”

“Ah, I got just the thing. Iron Maiden released a new album this past month, just got the vinyls and 8 tracks in,”

He makes his way to the ‘new arrivals’ section of the store, fingers skimming through records effortlessly.

“Aha, here it is!” he shouts, handing it to you with a bow. He feels more confident like this, high and able to flirt and exist around you.

“Milady…” he ushers you back to the counter, ringing you up. He bags your purchase, carefully handing it over the counter.

“Have a good one, trouble,” he says with a smirk on his lips. You wave a small goodbye but stop before you’re able to make it out the door. You turn on your heels marching right up to Eddie Munson.

“Will you be my date to this thing?” You’re standing right infront of him, so close you can smell weed, cigarettes and his cologne.

“A Halloween party?” Eddie questions, head ticking to the side as he ponders the idea.

“Sure thing, I’ll pick you up?” you nod and pluck a pencil out of the jar by the register, writing down your address on a scrap piece of your receipt. You hand it to Eddie, smiling widely as he takes it.

“7:00?”

“7:00, sweetheart,”

Eddie’s heart is pounding. He’s sure he’s on the verge of either keeling over or running for the hills. His high has worn off and he’s 99% sure any and all ability to be normal has left the building. His hands are shaking as he clips in his little red devil horns. He backs up from the mirror and looks at himself. Red sweater, black jeans and black boots was tonight’s ensemble. He adjusts the little horns in his hair, fluffing his bangs before walking out to the living room, hands still shaking as he collects his keys.

“I’ll be late Wayne,” He shouts to his Uncle in the Kitchen. With that, he makes his way out to his van, hopping in and lighting a cigarette to help calm his nerves.

He makes his way to your house, the ride and nicotine somewhat soothing his nerves. You see his van at the curb and bid your mom goodbye, stepping out into the cold October air. Eddie feels all the air leave his chest as he looks at you as you come down your porch stairs. You’re in that same oversized white sweater except this time it's over a white tennis skirt. Your hair is down in braids, a little halo atop your head. Eddie is pretty sure he dreamed you up, there is no way you are real he thinks to himself.

You practically skip to Eddie’s van, Eddie getting out quickly in order to open the door for you. You slide into the passenger seat, Eddie climbing into the van shortly after.

“An angel huh?” he asks nervously, causing you to blush.

“Every devil needs his angel,” you shrug. It’s Eddie’s turn to blush, his red cheeks matching the horns tucked in his mess of curls.

You make conversation as you drive. Albeit awkward conversation, but conversation nonetheless. Your friends warned you about this, how awkward it would be but honestly, you liked it. You liked how you could get under Eddie Munson’s skin. And in return, Eddie makes your heart flutter. No matter how many times your friends told you he was awkward or a nerd, you couldn’t stop thinking of the brown eyed blubbering idiot.

You pull up to where the party is, a house on the outskirts of town. You spot a bonfire in the back surrounded by people, signaling that you’re at the right place. Eddie parks his van on the grass before getting out and rounding the car to help you out.

You both trudge through the grass, making it back to the bonfire, present in hand. Eddie hangs back while you converse with your friends. You down several drinks, drinking too fast and feeling a little woozy.

You find Eddie several minutes after you down your second drink. He has a red solo cup in hand, other hand in his pocket as he sips the mixture in the cup.

“Hey Eds,” You say with a smile.

“Trouble,”

“You’re being a wallflower,” You giggle, getting up on your tiptoes to adjust one of his horns.

“I-I just don’t know anyone,” He shrugs his shoulders, taking a sip of his drink. You grab his hand once he’s done, dragging him to the fire and sitting on a log next to him.

You don’t let go of him, Eddie smiling when your thumb begins to rub circles on the back of his hand.

You comfort him for a moment before turning to him and beginning conversation.

“So- you don't talk much do you?” you question as you take a sip of your drink.

Eddie shakes his head, ducking it down in embarrassment.

“Hey hey, it’s okay!” you reveal, smiling at him when he snaps his head back up.

“I can talk enough for the both of us,” you babble, “My name's Y/N but you know that, and I know your name is Eddie,” vodka hits your tongue as you sip on your drink.

“You’re a dorky metalhead and you drive a rickety old van that smells like weed so I assume you smoke?” you ask as you raise your eyebrows.

“Deal. I uh- Deal,” Your eyes widen comically at his revelation.

“You deal drugs?” you whisper-yell, a chuckle rising out of Eddie at your reaction.

“Yeah, mostly bud,”

“Can we smoke?”

He simply nods. You get up from your place on the log, hand gripping his as you pull him back towards the van.

He opens the back for you, the two of you ducking in and settling in the back. He pulls out an old lunch box, digging in it until he can find his rolling papers. You watch him skillfully roll the joint, his hands finally steady.

He brings the joint to his lips, holding it there as he flicks his lighter. The end of the joint blooms red, smoke flowing from Eddie’s mouth as he exhales. Eddie passes you the spliff, smiling widely at your doe eyed expression.

You take a long drag, your exhale being cut off by dry coughing and hacking. Your cheeks burn bright red in the commotion. Eddie finds a half-drunk bottle of water and passes it to you. You hand him back the joint and gratefully accept the water, chugging the rest of the bottle.

The rest of your smoke sesh goes off without a hitch, the two of you giggling at anything and

everything.

“You talk more when you’re high,” Eddie stops rolling the second joint of the night, looking up at you.

“It’s hard making new friends. Weed makes me relax and not be so weird.” Eddie licks the rolling paper, focusing on the task at hand.

“You’re not weird..”

“Says the girl who called me a dork the second she met me,”

“I am pretty sure I have endless passes to call you a dork, you punched me in the face and all,” Eddie sucks in his breath through his teeth, holding his hand up in defense.

“What was a pretty thing like you doing working there anyways?” he takes a drag of the joint, inhaling deeply before blowing all the smoke in your face.

“Eddie? Pretty thing? Are you flirting with me?” you reach towards him, hands meeting as you pass the spliff between you two.

“I dunno trouble, am I?” he questions, mentally giving himself a pep talk to not screw this up.

Eddie shifts in his seat, turning to face you.

“Would that bother you? If I was?” Eddie asks sweetly, doe eyes looking down at you.

You shake your head, your heart races as he shifts closer to you. You’re sure he is going to kiss you, he's so close. Until, he isn't. He pulls away.

He casts his eyes downward, nerves in his belly rising.

“Eddie, what’s wrong?”

“I-I’ve never?”

“Kissed a girl?” you finish for him, your hand holding his as he nods his head.

“Well come here then,” You peck his lips a few times, finally deepening the kiss and showing Eddie what to do. He catches on fast, the kiss quickly turning messy and desperate. You're straddling his lap when your hands slide underneath Eddie’s red sweater, a whimper escaping his lips when your cold fingers brush against his middle.

“Can assume you haven’t done this either?” His eyes are blown wide as he looks up at you, lips pink and plump, cheeks red and splotchy.

He shakes his head. You cup his jaw in your hand, drawing him in for a kiss before you pull away and whisper in his ear.

“Just follow my lead,”

Eddie shudders as your breath hits his neck. His cock is straining so painfully against his zipper and he’s pretty sure if he doesn’t get relief soon, he’ll explode.

You sit back on your haunches, stripping yourself of your sweater and skirt, leaving you only in your halo.

If Eddie wasn’t already painfully hard, the sight before him is enough to do so. Your naked body dressed only in a halo while the moonlight bleeds into his van has his mind whirling. He’s certain he’s died and gone to heaven. Because if all angels looked like this, he’d be on his knees every night.

You giggle at the way he's staring, hands going to snake back under his sweater in order to strip it from his body. You pull it over his head, curls bouncing back to place after the sweater is fully removed, horns staying in place despite the disturbance.

You start to work on his pants, unbuckling his belt and popping the button of his jeans. You kiss him softly when you dip your hand into his boxers. You giggle when he hisses, kissing his jaw when the hiss turns into a needy moan. You pump him a few times before withdrawing your hand from his boxers.

“Let’s get out of these, yeah?” Eddie nods feverishly, gangly limbs moving fast to rid himself of his jeans. You draw in a breath when he is finally naked before you. He is so pretty, his cock is so pretty. It’s thick and just the right length, curving slightly to the left, following his hip bone and resting there.

“Lay on your back,” you instruct, grabbing a random pillow from the floor and shoving it under Eddie’s head.

“Now, enjoy yourself. Touch me however you want and for the love of god, don’t hold back,”

You throw your leg over his body, straddling his middle. You get on your knees, hovering above Eddie’s cock. You take it in your hand, direct it to your weeping hole, and sink down. You raise yourself slowly before dropping yourself back down, a little “oof” getting punched from Eddie’s lungs. You pick up your pace and deduce him to a moaning, needy mess.

“F-fuck trouble, I- I’m. I can’t-” Eddie’s hands come to rest on your hips, pushing you down, forcing himself deeper inside of you. You feel him twitching inside of you, cum leaking from you and down his balls.

Eddie is bright red when you look down at him, his mouth opening and closing as he tries to say something. He’s so caught up in his mind, reminding himself of how weird and pathetic he is he almost doesn't hear you.

“That. Was so hot,” you reveal, his spent cock now softening inside you.

Eddie chuckles, pushing you up his body to release his cock, settling you beside him. He draws you in tightly, your legs intertwined, cum leaking from you and staining the blanket beneath you.

“Have I broken you?” you ask as you trace the tattoos that litter Eddie’s chest.

“Somethin’ like that,” Eddie groans, lips coming to press a kiss to the crown of your head.

The two of you sit there for a moment, breathing falling in line as you both enjoy the presence of each other.

“You never told me why you work at a haunted house,” Eddie says, finally breaking the silence

“Oh- my brother is in charge of all the “cast members ", got me the gig and pays me well. Not really up my alley but it’s better than the mall,” you shrug, leaning up on your elbows to look outside.

“There’s more people outside, do you want to go back or…” Eddie quirks his eyebrow.

“Orrr…”

“We can do that again?”

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echantedtoon · 2 months ago

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Demonstober Day 10 Wendigo

(In the folklore of some northern Algonquian peoples) a cannibalistic giant; a person who has been transformed into a monster by the consumption of human flesh.

Warnings for mentioning of death, dead animals, blood, and murders.

This is the design for the Wendigo I had in mind.

https://www.tumblr.com/rottencoreflesh101/712093224125251584/monster-gyutaro-for-my-monster-au-not-a-wendigo?source=share

Tagging: @lavenderdropp @six-eyed-samurai @trancylovecraft @shadyd3ar @cherrysuzaku

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Also tagging @gyusimp and @mrsshabana because I also like their Gyutaro October writings

Beware of the winters that bring with them monsters.

Beware of the cold winds that bring out the hunger of beasts.

Beware of the Wendigo.

The cold winds on the outside of the shutters best them against the glass causing a rattling sound to fill the small house like winter itself was beating on your door DEMANDING to be let inside. The cold seemed to seep into your bones despite the fact that you were sat right in front of the fire crackling away, and a thick wool blanket draped over your shoulders.

Your grasp upon the blanket became tighter than before as you cowered ever further from the rattling sounds of the shutters against glass and the wind howling demanding entry. Your response was to try and block it out by cowering your head beneath the blankets and curling up hoping that it would spare you and leave you be.

You didn't want this anymore. Ever since your nineteenth birthday it's haunted you. Again and again it's come for you every time the days grow cold and the snow overtakes the valley. Every year there is always new deaths of both people and livestock. No one could ever figure out the culprit but you knew what it was.

Ever since that horrible day in winter four years ago now. Gathering more firewood for your first late one night on a cold winters night. Your arms full of wood you heard something behind your woodpile. You were stupid enough to approach it assuming it was nothing but a fox or other small predator to scare away.

Quietly you stepped closer to the pine tree with snow crunching under your feet silently. Slowly behind the tree you went and stopped. The wind blew swaying it's branches creepily and looked like thrashing arms. You grabbed a handful and silently and slowly pulled them back.

And you froze at what you saw-

The winds howled as the darkness crept across the skies. The darkness behind the bush shielded your form from the moonlight which cascaded down between the trees and clouds in the sky. The shadows danced and branches creaked as the wind blew them about. Like arms beckoning you closer to grab you away in their rough grip. Drag you into the shadows never to be seen again. The coldness of the air bit down hard on your skin, like painful bee stings pricking your flesh. The terror far greater than seeing a thousand wolves sunk in.

c r a c k

A snapping of bones crunched between teeth. A splatter of red laid across the grass. Feathers coated in the red liquid of life laid there discarded. Unwanted by the maw that consumed the flesh between its teeth. Purple irises shook, watered at the sight before them. A hunched shadow devoured everything in its claws. Chew. Swallow. Devour. Chew. Swallow. Devour. Down the gullet and never to be returned again. Never before seen by prying eyes. A low hiss of air gurgled from the frothing mouth. Like a wheezing choke. A second later a bone escaped from the maw with a choke, spat out to the ground thudding along. A sigh escaped the maw, as if the bone had been uncomfortable in its mouth. Your body felt rigid. Frozen in utter horror as your mind struggled to comprehend the mass sitting before you. The horrors of it all as your jaw opened up in terror and the smell of blood combed into your senses-

Sniff.

An ear flickered from the top of the head. The mouth paused mid bite into the small body and slowly raised up. Stringy black hair fading to green cascaded down it's spine.

SNIFF. SNIFF.

Loud questioning sniffs filled the air-

C R A C K-

An inhuman snap of its neck sounded as it snapped to you. And you froze as yellowed eyes stared at your very soul. And for a long moment neither of you moved for a long moment until there was a chittering noise and a half eaten chicken dropped to the ground from his claws.

IT WAS HER. THE WOMAN FROM THE HOUSE.

Bones crackled and creaked as the creature rose inhuman slowly. High. Higher. And then higher. Your head slowly followed the thing up as the bone crackling stopped and you found yourself staring into the eyes of a man's- No...Beast's...It- ..YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHAT YOU WERE LOOKING AT!! It was like you were looking at a cross between a man's and animal's face red blood smeared his jaws from the chicken it had been eating however he stopped and stared down it's nose at you easily with it's height. Your hiding place behind the pine tree no longer secure as it continued to stare at your petrified form. There wasn't enough moonlight to fully see what it was standing in the shadows except for part of its face which tilted.... before a wide maw of fangs smirked down at you. Without warning it leaned down and you clamped your eyes shut on instinct. Surely this is the day you died.

SNIFF SNIFF??

You froze more as a warm breath blew over the top of your head and something heavy loomed over you. The only sounds being the thuds of wood that dropped to your feet into the snow. You didn't see it. But you sure as hell F E L T IT!! However a touch to your head made your eyes pop open. Your body didn't even move being too scared but your eyes opened to stare blankly at the leaves of the bush, too scared to look up and see what it was sniffing curiously at your head. The thing above had touched you, and currently had a strand of hair being held in his hands curiously.

What a pretty color. He's never seen a shade of f/c so pretty before. And it felt so soft and silky in his hands. And she even smells nice. Like flowers and fruit. Such a clean and fresh and pure scent.

It made him unintentionally release a growl. "You're lucky you know... Being able to have such delicious traits." A raspy voice spoke out of nowhere.

Your pupils shrank so much they nearly disappeared.

T H I S T H I N G C O U L D T A L K?!

"Do you find me scary? Ugly?", the voice rasped out, like a man with a severely sore throat trying hard to speak after smoking for a hundred years. "It must be nice...Having a roof over your head. A warm meal in your stomach. And a soft bed to sleep in." A growl escaped his throat like a dog. "A pretty thing like you. I have trouble finding any food as your kind constantly hunts me. I can't even catch a break sometimes...Hehe. I suppose it's only fair to eat THEM as my meals instead."

What was it talking about?! What did it want?! ...Food. It mentioned food right?! Your mind flashed back unpleasantly to the..the... whatever it was that it had been eating. It was hungry. Whatever this thing was...It. Was. HUNGRY. WERE YOU NEXT ON THE MENU?! Your scared mind raced at a hundred miles a minute. You were going to die and no one would ever know what happened to you. That thought alone was terrifying enough but you hadn't any idea what 'it' even was that was going to be harming you...Wait. It..It wanted food right? That's why it was here. You then felt the weight of a thing in your pocket. There was a piece of cooked meat in your pocket. A mere hunk of meat you intended on snacking on later. Perhaps you could use it to distract it. At least long enough for you to get back inside. There wasn't any guarantee it was full proof..but what else were you going to do? Ever so slowly, your hand reached for your pocket-

"What are you doing, Pretty thing?" A small tug on the strand of hair still in it's class reminded you of how close it was.

"You're hungry. Right?"

Have you ever experienced an emotion of fear so strong it rendered you completely numb? That's why you came off so calm when in reality you were absolutely terrified. You felt the eyes of whatever it was locked on your hand as it reached into the pocket and wrapped around a hard object folded in paper. Numbly it was pulled out and held up near your head where you heard more sniffing.

"Pork?"

You shakily nodded. The strand of your hair still between it's claws. "It's yours if you want it."

There wasn't a hesitation before it was snatched from your hand and there was a pleased hum and a moment later you heard a loud tearing noise and messy chewing. The same smacking and chewing noises you heard from the thing eating the dead thing, only you didn't hear the sickening cracking of bones...And the touch finally left your hair. The form of whatever it was leaving to stand up too preoccupied with the delicious meat melting in his mouth. Such a beautiful taste. With the looming form partially gone. A numb stiff leg slowly stretched out and took a step back. Nothing happened. She took another soft, quiet, and careful step back. Another one. Another step. And another. Your numb form made it past the tree slowly and then to the middle of the backyard not daring to look up at whatever it was-

"Where are you going, Pretty Thing?"

Your body again froze at the voice. But you were SO CLOSE to your open backdoor. SO CLOSE TO SAFETY!! But you didn't even know how fast this thing could move. One wrong move and you could be dead.

"... I'm going inside. It's getting late and I'm very cold. I don't have the survival instincts to support myself in the cold like you."

There was a silence as the thing stared at the women... intrigued. No one had really given him an answer like that before. It made him chuckle after a moment. "You must be pretty bold to want to take your leave right now while I'm standing in front of you...And so hungry ~ A pretty little thing like you might make for a decent dinner.~"

There was more silence and after a moment purple eyes rose to stare at the yellow ones shining from the shadows. You saw a wide fanged grin but could barely make out the rest of the tall body.

"... Your hunger is not my problem." In an instant, the smile vanished and the eyes blinked. "I gave you my own food and there's plenty of leftover kill behind you. If you're still hungry, go have your fill there. I won't stop you from taking it. Now I'm going inside."

You felt the eyes still stock still as you both stared down at each other before you heard the thing make a questioning noise. "...Eh?"

"You heard me. Take what you need from there but I refuse to be anything's food."

Again there was an awkward silence and you faintly saw the thing eventually tilt its head at you. As if confused. "Hmph...Bold words for someone so brave...or stupid?"

"I'm not stupid. But I am cautious about you. You're hungry so you can go hunt."

"Hmm. Tempting. But what if I want meat from here?"

"By the looks of it you already ate and I already fed you. If you want more meat then there's a stream with fish in it behind you too. I'm not going to feed myself to you." You continued to stare down the creature. "Just take your fill and leave please."

"...And what if I don't want too, Pretty Thing?'

"Then I'll just not talk to you, Pretty Eyes.~" You cooed back to him which... REALLY caught him off guard a he just stared at you.

"....E-EH?!"

Oh?...Was that a stutter?....Wait... Maybe catching it off guard would give you a chance to escape!! It didn't seem to be used to its assumed food talking back. That could be a good thing. Oh how in hindsight you wished you didn't do that.

"You must be rather lonely. Calling me pretty at least four times now. I honestly don't know if you want to flirt with me or just jump straight to the kissing bit."

You jumped suddenly hearing a choked dear bleat cut off by a wheezing noise from the creature. "K-K-KISS?!"

"Yes. That's why you're complimenting me right? Although your eyes are rather pretty too. They remind me of shiny gold coins or sunflowers. So pretty." Another weird inhuman sputtering noise was choked out before you fared to turn around as it seemed distracted. "But never the less, I'm cold. Good night."

You then turned and walked to your door. Not run. If you ran them it might've identified you as prey like any other predator. You got into the doorway snow crunching with every step you took and turned to close the door behind you. It slid shut as you slowly reached over to click the lock shut. There you stood quietly as silence ensued. And then all the panic and fear hit you at once. THUD!! Your body slumped against the door as your arms pressed against the hard wood as you collars to your knees. However your encounter was far from over when you heard it. A snort. A loud snort like an annoyed horse sounded out just behind the door where your head was lying on it, and then there was a louder sniffling noise as you dared not to move. Then there was a humming noise.

"You don't mean those things. My eyes aren't that pretty...Are they?"

"Yes." You didn't know why you answered that. Maybe it was out of fear or automatic politeness but the voice fell silent for a second time.

"...Are you a human? You're really soft looking for one. Are you sure you're not a cupid or Angel?"

"..No."

"Figures as much. You smell human enough....You don't smell of any males either. That means you're not taken are you?" That was more of a statement than question.

"....Why?"

"Why not, Pretty Thing?~ You're definitely pretty enough to drive those crazy enough to fight over you.... Usually pretty girls likee you only want attention. Y'know."

Despite your fear an annoyance bubbled out. "I don't. If all they want from me is my looks when that's superficial. Looks aren't everything."

"Hm...That hadn't been my experience. Most people go for looks first-"

"I don't." Your stern voice cut him off. "I'm not shallow."

Again another hum. "....Not shallow huh? I bet you're lying about that. I bet you'd marry the first handsome face to walk down here. Wouldn't you? It wouldn't even matter if he was a bad person as long as he had a beautiful face and nice body!"

"I promise you I'd marry a beast before I did that."

There was silence behind the door before there was a hiss and something pressed against the wood in the area you were from the other side. The breathing had gotten slightly heavier than before. "A beast..like me?"

"Not without being courted I wouldn't. I won't marry a stranger."

A cheek pressed against the wood as if he could see your every detail. "Is that a promise?"

"....a promise..." What you said wasn't a yes or no but it was something you repeated a bit disoriented by the paralyzing fear.

However someone did take it as a yes. Someone who couldn't believe his ears. Someone who froze and shook in shock. He couldn't believe it. Someone as beautiful as her...and someone as ugly looking as him. He couldn't believe it.

And it was all for him.

She was so pretty. So soft. So PERFECT.

A L L H I S

He wanted to feel her soft cheeks on his hands the moment he saw her days ago. She was so pretty. HIS PRETTY LITTLE THING. An involuntary growl escaped from his throat as he pawed at the stupid wood. Not as pretty as his precious sister but she was still more beautiful than any human he's ever seen. He wanted her. His pretty. But he had to wait. He needed to proof he had some worth to give if not any beauty.

"Pretty Thing. You don't know what you do to me... I'll be back. Soon."

You didn't hear his last sentences. Slumping against the door and letting the darkness claim you.

You awoke the next morning with a gasp and terror shooting through you veins. You pushed yourself away from the door rapidly with a shout of terror and scrambling back away from the still locked door. But soon calmed down realizing that you were alone. A quick look out the window was enough to convince you to carefully open the door and look out seeing no signs of anything. No strange creatures with yellow eyes and blood on their face. You were beginning to think that maybe last night had been nothing but a dream until you investigated the area around the tree following your own footsteps and froze at the sight of fur and specks of blood scattered all over the ground. There wasn't any remains, but the fur and blood droplets was enough to convince you that whatever happened last night was far from a dream. Even more so when you found the wood you dropped still cold in the snow at the trees base. You felt a deep fear form in your body and for a long, long time all you could do was stare off at nothing as your brain tried to process it. All you could do is just....stare at the mess that was once an animal. Until you got enough sense to whip around yourself. Nothing was there now but it was quite obvious with how much evidence there was.

You didn't know what to think!! You had no idea what to do! The only thing you thought of to do was to just grab more wood to last a few days before retreating back into your own home armed with an ax from your small barn usually only used for firewood and locking both doors up tightly. You remained there for what must've been hours. The sun slowly trickling across the sky until it started to slowly go down. The duration of the day being paranoid and checking out your curtains every few minutes or so. However you didn't dare go to the window when sundown approached and eventually night fell. You stationed yourself by the small fireplace curled your knees up to your chest and clutched the axe to yourself. And waited. Perhaps nothing would happen if you pretended to not be home. So you remained silent and still. No fire going. With the doors locked. Curtains closed. Then it was just the darkness and you. Cold silence as you just sat there. High alert as the night rang out....Until you weren't. You must've dozed off at some point because the next thing you knew there was a shrill cry.

A sickly shrill cry left the darkness and reverberated off the walls. Followed by a metal clang. Your axe fell thudding to the ground from your startled form. Your form frozen to the spot...What was- It happened again. Closer this time. A shrieking bleating noise that sounded like an elk but...not. Much More...Worse! It was loud enough to make you curl up more and then you froze as a shadow passed by your window. Ice seeped into your veins as you eyes shrank to the size of pins and ever so slowly your head turned to the window and you completely froze as you saw it. A silhouette of what seemed to be a deer's head was seen just behind your curtains against the windows. A large mountain of a creature stood there. Pointed ears flicked as there was a loud smelling noise. All you could do was continue to sit there and stare absolutely terrified...until whatever it was lumbered away from the window You continued to sit there as the faint footsteps faded away and long after it went away. Only to come back as the thing kept encircling your door back and forth. Only retreating when it was near sunrise.

Safe to say you got no sleep that night.

The next morning you felt safer with the sunlight lighting up the world and felt safe enough to gather your wits enough to make the hour long trip to town. Every step you took was filled with paranoia from the last few nights. Looking constantly over your shoulders and gazing at every tree you passed as is something would pop out any minute to snatch you away. Thank the gods that you made it through to the town without any trouble. You decided that you DEFINITELY needed that bear trap after all. Something was going on...And that thought was only solidified by the tense air you walked into. You had blinked surprised to see barely any people out today despite it being a Saturday morning and very warm out. Usually there'd be a ton of people out, but today there seemed to be a certain fog heavy in the air. Only a few people were out today and all seemed to have this scared look about them. Looking around quickly or keeping their heads down and speed walking by. That was weird. But you didn't have time to think about that. You just made your way back to the black smiths where weapons and traps were sold. The air from the town left a strange feeling the more you walked and it solidified itself when you found and entered the shop. Once you did, you were surprised when the blacksmith jumped. A large sword he was holding dropping to the ground with a clatter as he whirled around to you...but soon he sighed and gave a glare.

"Dam it! Why do you women always make it a habit to bother us at the worst times?!"

You blinked before frowning. "That's some way to talk to a customer. I'm just here to buy a bear trap. The biggest one you've got."

"Well you're plum outta luck, Girlie!," he sneered before pointing at a wall, "Because I'm completely out of stock!"

You turned and were shocked to see that the wall that had been littered with traps two days before was now completely empty. "What happened?"

He snorted. "I sold them all. That's what. Everyone's been charging in here demanding weapons and traps and whatever else I have to combat the beast."

Your head turned to him with a snap. ".... Beast? What beast?"

He snorted. "Like you didn't hear." You continued to stare at him and be scoffed again before leaning on the counter. "Four nights ago some beast slaughtered a cow or two from a little farm on the outskirts of town. The farmer claimed it was a gigantic deer he saw slaughter his bulls. A few hunters were in here the night after intending to go after the creature."

Wait....your stomach sunk and face paled.

"Their bodies were found slaughtered and ripped apart the next morning. Barely anything was left." Your eyes widened in pure horror as he continued to speak. "Then the next night a slew of livestock was slaughtered and even more was killed last night! Everyone is now arming themselves for whatever evil is closing in." His eyes narrowed. "If I were you, I'd go home and not come back until this whole thing passes. It's dangerous to walk the cold alone right now. Haven't you seen any signs?"

"I...saw some a-animal killed." You trembled where you stood.

"Then take that as a warning or else you'll be another chicken to the beast."

You left soon after that speed walking your way home a new fear bobbing in your mind like a log floating in a powerful river. What was happening around here?! Did it have something to do with the thing that you saw last night? Did that creature who spoke to you cause all this terror? This was a thing that had you sinking further and further into your thoughts walking in the woods back towards your house surrounded by trees and woods and-

"Pretty Thing.~"

You froze. Body rigid and ice cold as a voice cut through the air...No. No! Your mind must've been playing tricks on you! There was no way that was what you thought it wa- Tree branches snapped and snow crunched as something BIG slithered out of the shadows and stopped somewhere behind your frozen form. A snort followed by the clip clopping of hooves followed a little bit...only to stop even closer to you. There you remained frozen until something else hissed your name.

"Turn around."

You didn't want to. Really you didn't. You'd be stupid to even do so...but ...Your eyes slowly turned until they couldn't no more. Your head followed after followed by your body until you looked all the way behind you. And. You. FROZE. At. What. You. Saw. Deer like legs partially covered by worn gray pants stood on the ground. A long tail with swishing long hair similar to a horse swished at its feet. The torso's structure was... HORRIBLE! Thin. So, so, SO thin it was. You could see the bones under the grey skin and the surprisingly strong muscle structure gripping onto the bones for fear life. Your eyes continued upwards and froze. A deer hung from the air by its back legs, obviously dead but still looking fresh as if it hadn't been deceased for very long. But that's not what made you freeze. Black and yellow eyes half lidded stared at you as a wide smile of fangs grinned. The face framed but wavy long black-dark green hair that was mostly in a long ponytail cascading down his back. Two deer like ears flickered from the tops of his head. And his entire body had black splotchy birthmarks all over him. After a moment of just staring at Each other, the events of two nights before hit you like a ton of bricks and you stared frozen. After a long moment he chuckled again and leaned down to look at you closer. Face inches away.

"Didn't think I would be back, Pretty?"

You.

R A N.

A loud laughter filled the air as you sprinted all the way home and never looked back. Snow crunching under your feet am with every step but you didn't stop until you were all the way home and slammed the door shut behind you. Cowering inside your house and barely coming out all winter despite the same demonic deer calls wafting out calling out to the monster's desired mate and and the voices begging to demanding.

"Pretty Thing, douse that fire and open the door."

"Let me in. Don't you see that I want you?"

"I brought you a gift. A fat deer that's as delicious as you are beautiful."

"I WANT YOU!! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR NOW!! DAM IT!!

"I'm sorry. I'm just frustrated you won't come to me already. Please tell me what to do to fix this."

"You'll love my sister. She's as beautiful as the snow but twice as deadly. You humans refer to her kind as Yuki Onna."

"Do you want one pup or two? I want our children to grow with siblings. An entire litter of hellspawns would be a welcome addition to my cold den."

"HEY! IM TALKING TO YOU!! WHY WON'T YOU ANSWER ME?!"

You never answered and never went out, it seemed that warm fire repelled him so you made sure to always keep a fire going and kept plenty of firewood inside. It also seemed he only showed up when winter was here because after the first day of Spring, you never heard from him again. He left like there wasn't any trace of him. The only signs of him existence was the massive hoof prints that he left behind that melted away with the snow.

However he came back that very next winter. And then the next winter after that. The same thing happened both times. He'd beg, demand, and barter to try and get his way into your home. You learnt in advance to start keeping LOTS of firewood and canned foods in your home for the long winter stay. You never engaged with him and always stayed in until he left with the spring arrival. Each time he became more desperate. Each time more people from the town disappeared or their livestock taken so they took came to fear the winters. Now that the first snowfall of this year arrived with a night. You feared for the thing to come-

SCCCRREEEEAAA-!!

As if like clockwork, the bleating distorted calls of an elk arrived followed by the clutching of your hands against the blankets. The loud snorting and crunching of something large outside your door came back-

And then suddenly a blast of cold air from down your chimney blasted out. You gasped out before shielding your face from the sudden cinders and ashes getting blown up from the fireplace. You coughed from the smoke before you realized that-...

That the fire was OUT.

"Thanks, Sis. Should've thought of this three years ago."

There was the sounds of claws digging at your door before the wood slid open and you watched horrified as a large creature with yellow eyes stepped inside with the cold and a smile of fangs.

"Hello again, Pretty Thing.~"

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #Demonstober #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro x reader #gyuutarou #gyutaro #gyutaro demon slayer #gyutaro x y/n #gyutaro x you

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wiihtigo · 1 month ago

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………i would like to hear your thoughts on Earthspark starbee….

help. ok. VIEWER BEWARE YOURE IN FOR A SCARE bcuz the reason we call it the starbee 900 parter is bcuz we kept adding side plots and getting lost

and also agent schloder is really integral to the whole thing

suddenly got self conscious so i will readmore this one

ok so the two key players. are hashtag and agent jon "no H" schloder.

hashtag is hacked into ghost security cams bcuz she wants to record footage for her B roll in some movie shes making (not important cuz it gets thrown out in 2 seconds here) and accidentally sees a tension filled interaction between starscream whos still in ghost jail and bee whos with agent schloder (who is deeply deeply in love with bumblebee) (important) and star is acting all haughty to see bee like look whos come crawwwling back after all these- who is that. (Starscream doesnt remember the faces or names of fleshlings unless theyre inconveniencing him on a deeper level than just being in his way when hes trying to walk) and starts acting weird abt bee and schloder and bee is like Oh gross does he think we're........ew. WAIT. I CAN USE THIS TO FUCK WITH STARSCREAMS EMOTIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOOOOOORAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!

(pictured above: skywarps germaphobia being activated thinking about an organic lifeform and a cybertronian dating)

so bumblebee goes along with this misunderstanding because its making starscream really mad and its funny to see him get so upset. all the while the real victim here is schloder whos getting led on by this yellow car he actually is in love with and now thinks he has a chance with (very played for laughs, schloder is comically ignored and fighting 1000 battles by himself in the background of starbees tense and steamy interactions)

we pan back in at the malto base and see hashtag slack jawed having witnessed all this. Could it be...no.....really? NO.....REALLY? BUMBLEE....AND STARSCREAM? TOGETHER? NO. (her fujo mind picked up on the vibes immediately while schloder remains comically oblivious to whats going on with them)

her initial boring movie plan is thrown out the window as her new project takes priority: A DOCUMENTARY ABOUT THE REAL LIFE LOVE AND LOSS OF A RELATIONSHIP CROSS FACTIONS (if you remember frommm season 1, one of the movies she was super into was on this very topic- forbidden romances excite her..) and in doing so she believes she can FIX THEIR RELATIONSHIP!!!!!!!!

from there the episode splits into the hashtag plot and the schloder plot of self discovery

star and bee are still at ghost arguing their hearts out and occasionally hashtag will pop in with some different movie making style or invasive question to ask before one or both of them tell her to GTFO (she tries an interview section where bee gets up and leaves immediately after she brings starscream up, she tries narrating over their fight like a nature documentary, she badly dubs over their muted screaming faces with dialogue of her own of them making up, things like that)

and while that goes on schloder (under the impression bumblebee wants him and he needs to lock in fast so he doesnt mess this up and lose his chance with the coolest autobot around) wanders aimlessly stuck in his own head until he wanders right onto the maltos property. the kids ask him whats wrong and he says vaguely he needs to get ready for a date because he has someone he REALLY wants to impress....

the kids do a dress up montage with schloder at the barn dressing him up in all sorts of wild ways and give him an array of bad and weird advice for his date

dorothy finally catches wind of what her kids are doing and comes in like agent schloder..take off the hot dog costume. listen to me. just be yourself and whoever youre trying to impress will like you for you. and if they dont its their loss. and schloder is like my god youre right. thank you mrs malto ill be sure to get bumblebee now!!!! and then her and all the kids after hes run off are like ".....BUMBLEBEE?" (scene end)

he bursts into ghost with a bouquet of roses ready to claim his love and hashtag is like oh hi agent schloder do you wanna check out what i have of my movie??:) and he sees all the pink heart edited filters around footage of them screaming at each other and the YTP audio mixed STARSCREAM I- love, You! sentences hashtag edited together to make them say and falls to his fucking knees in despair and heartbreak.

hashtag oblivious to how she just ruined this mans life, doesnt notice as he shuffles away sadly with his head hung and feet dragging. he goes on a montage journey of self discovery, climbing mt Everest and meditating under a waterfall at the peak. he smiles and lets a single tear fall watching the sunrise and you know hes achieved inner peace.

he comes back and that hes emotionally moved on and is so happy for him and his ugly fucking boyfriend hes serious. bumblebee snaps out of it for a second and realizes what hes been doing and the autobot guilt hits him and hes like aahhh. im sorry for how i was acting that was really jerky of me. you didnt deserve that. and starscream is like "its about time" and bees like "dumbass i was talking to schloder"

so schloder and bee get ready to leave and starscreams like whatever im not even mad WHATEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!(still fuming at him about to leave with the human ) and bee riding this high of apologies is like "By the way, i was never with schloder. stupid" before leaving ss to process that. (who just goes What the HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! at the door angrily after him)

a rare moment of kindess from bee to starscream....marking..a slight shift in their relationship? change is ahead...?

hashtag is like Huh. well i guess they worked it out without my help?

also forgot to mention brief joke is that megatron has been cooped up in the security room watching this over the cams for hours because he thinks its hilarious

so the moral of the episode for the kids is to not do what hashtag did this entire episode.

from then on...we saw it like.....youll occasionally see starscream and bee talking in the backgrounds of things or mentioning each other or exchanging a few words here and there. basically it happens off screen and in the background them getting back together LOL

"but what about their terrible g1 breakup...did they ever talk about that again..? ;_;"

basically....thats not important anymore to them. theyre old and tired and the war is over they kind of just silently agree to Lets just step over that and move past it fresh

and also starscream has done 100000 things worse since then during and after the war so.

bonus drawings of this beautiful world

after that. in a perfect perfect world. wow. imagine . we get the starbee wedding 29 parter at the end of the series.

thats. yet anoher episode we played out in our minds. its like a blend of earth and cybertronian customs to appease their human friends

but the main course event is the kids putting on a play reenacting how starscream and bumblebee MET DURING THE WAR. directed by hashtag who never learned to mind her own business. but the joke is that none of whats written in the play is true because they dont actually know how it happened or anything so its just completely based on guesswork which leads to a very evil and strict optimus played by mo who grounds bee for life in the basement for daring to be in love with a decepticon. leading the real optimus whos in attendance to go "NO...THAT NEVER HAPPENED...I DIDNT KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'"

many such jokes like this play out. and at the end of the episode we get to see in a flashback how it all really happened and a peek into some of their more genuine intimate moments g1-ified. because we as the viewer arent supposed to know how all that happened either. i just told you in a tumblr post earlier cuz i was asked and none of this is real.

ok. thats our earthspark starbee vision.

(takes my final breath)

#good god this was long #asks #leave a like comment and review

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princess-of-the-corner · 6 months ago

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So, speaking of Chloe songs, I keep imagining a sort of post S5 return of Chloe scene to a variation of this song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lCES50brwjQ

The chorus would b e represented by her various Akuma forms projects as shades on the wall or reflections in mirrors. She'd be siphoning magical energy off a captured Akuma Butterfly into various bits of jeweler and clothing she's wearing or otherwise absorbing but clearly controlling its power.

She is becoming more and more overtly magical as the song reaches its crescendo. She may also be transforming a Bee Hive or manifesting her various old Akuma forms to act as her minions. Before bursting through the roof or ground of where she was hiding and unleashing her forces.

Also the subject of her ire shifts wildly through the song, Lila, the heroes, Gabriel & Nathalie, ETC. She gets a mention in for all her foes.

Lyrics, alterations bolded.

In the dark of the night I was tossing and turning, And the nightmare I had was as bad as can be. It scared me out of my wits! A girl fraying to bits! Then I opened my eyes and the nightmare was me!

I was once a Proud Parisian Partisan! (ooh ahh ooh) When the heroes betrayed me they made a mistake (ooh ahh ooh) His curse made each of us pay But this one girl got away, Gabriel beware for Chloe's awake!

In the dark of the night vengeance will find them In the dark of the night just before dawn Revenge will be sweet, When the purge is complete, In the dark of the night, she'll be mine!

I can feel that my powers are growing & surging Tie my sash & a dash of Panache for this spell! As the pieces fall into place, I'll see her crawl into place, Au revoir Lila your grace, farewell!

In the dark of the night, terror will strike her In the dark of the night, vengeance will doom Soon she will feel, All her nightmares are real In the dark of the night, she'll be through

In the dark of the night my hatred will find them (find them) In the dark of the night, terror comes true My dears, here's a sign, Its the end of your lie,

In the dark of the night (2x)

Come, my monsters/sisters Rise for your Meister, Let your fury shine Find them now, yes, fly ever faster In the dark of the night (3x) She'll be mine!

NOTES: I also thought of Flare my lash and a dash of perfume for that smell! But sashes actually really work given their history and vibe, plus the fact she likely imbued Akuma power into it.

Also had Tie my sash and don gems for that spell! &, Tie my sash & a dash of Panache for that sell!

& Let your power shine, Let your glory shine, Let your hatred shine, Let your malice shine, Let your cruelty shine, ETC

Also, Its the end of the line VS Its the end of his/your line, if its only focused on Gabriel.

Honestly this is a fantastic villain song that does deserve more attention 24/7. Both the cover and the original.

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shadow-bonnie37 · 5 months ago

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To Have an Empress as your Ler... and later, as your Lee.

Part 1/2 - Tumblr's TicFics are fun to read through, even the Villain League loves them too. And while we're going down that avenue, allow me to share one of my own to you...

Holy hell, that was so corny to type! Anyway, Random and the villains wanna tell you 'bout this one time Green Guy aka The Clovarian King introduced his wife, Priscilla to the Empress of the Underworld, Sadarthrerai Raath for a Hazbin Hotel binge. And remember that part when I said that this was a TicFic as well? Yeah, Green Guy's more prepared than the Empress or his spouse in the end.

Starring: Green Guy (Lee), Courtney "Sadarthrerai" Raath (Ler), Priscilla Green (Lee) and Gosselin Bee (brief appearance).

Beware of Swearing, British terms and Sadarthrerai speaking French!

That's all, enjoy!

Once Upon a Time on a chilly and windy day, it was March (almost April) for the people of The Clovarian Kingdom. And also the kind of day for Green Guy to shout "Cilla! I'm freezing my buttcheeks off! Can I just stop here?!" Don't worry, that's typical of him to do that.

"Bloody hell?! You screech like that every time we have days like this!" Priscilla Green reprimanded. "I'm screeching alright! Bad! I'ma become a big ol' green @$$-icle in, like, 10 minutes!" Her husband of 3 years shot back.

"Surely, he could be use 2 of those minutes to get back indoors. But no, he chooses to throw a wobbly instead of being responsible." Priscilla thought, watching Green Guy slowly carry his winter possessions inside a shed.

After 25 minutes of labor and whining, Green Guy's phone rang. He picked up the older, Victorian Era telephone, The ringtone had a bassoon, cello, and organ play an eerie melody that ended with an F minor chord and wicked, deep laughter. "Hey, it's just Sid!" Green Guy sneered. "Well, answer it then. That ringtone is creepy!" Priscilla thought this 'Sid' person was another guy her husband knew.

He answered the phone call, and was greeted by an agitated and tired Empress Sadarthrerai of the Underworld on other end. "Yo Sid, what the hell's going on, dude? I thought your on vacay-." The demonic voice on the other end shut Green Guy down.

"SILENCE! Don, where's the Bordeaux Stone I told you about?" Sadarthrerai had an extraordinary stressful business trip and trusted Green Guy to guard an enchanted Bordeaux or Maroon Stone while they're away. And where was it, you ask? In the shed with Green Guy's winter stuff. Aw sh*t, if he can't get it out of shed, the stone will be lost and the Demon will have his head fo sho!

Green Guy panicked for a hot second before Priscilla butt in to chastise Sadarthrerai (not knowing of their power). "Your damn crimson boulder is all hunky-dory, don't worry about it. My husband will get back out there and find it." But Sadarthrerai knew Green Guy had forgot about that stone, and told the two other royals, "If you're so sure about the stone being safe... maybe I should change the Hazbin Hotel binge night from my castle to YOUR PALACE instead!"

Double Sh*t! The Empress is coming over?! In Priscilla's mind, she wasn't a big fan of the Underworld ruler, only seeing them a few times, but the sheer thought of them coming over here was enough for her entitlement and jealousy to get the better of her. After all you wouldn't be particularly fond of your husband getting flustered by some other creature, right?

As for Green Guy, he was scared sh*tful, NO SERIOUSLY!! He had 7 large bricks in his pants in, like, 10 seconds! Geez, what the hell did he eat? Either way, with f*cked up pants, he started to pick up the pace. Digging into the shed, trying to find the Empress's stone.

In that very moment, the usually turquoise and white, midday sky turned to a deep Obsidian night sky. The moon split, turning a creepy reddish-fuchsia color while radiating a bold yellow light. And the stars surrounded the light making an outline that... almost looks like... EYES. With the transformation completed, Priscilla looked up in horror to see the eyes in the sky looking directly at her and she screamed. "Who the f*ck did my husband invite to our palace?!" Priscilla thought.

Green Guy perked up, but he bumped his head on a shelf, causing a certain Victorian Era stone to glow. Green Guy climbed up the shelves to follow the glow until he found...

"Sid's Borgnine- Bin- BAH! The red rock! F*CK YES! I FOUND IT!!" He cheered, "I did it! I did it! La la la la la! Go me! Go Green Guy! Go! go! Gimme some!" His singing was terrible and he knew it, but he didn't care.

Hearing that off-key tune, Priscilla Green plugged her ears in detestation. Sadarthrerai Raath manifested in front of Green Guy's wife, and saying "Don, I have arrived! Damn, nosy humans. Have you found my- ARGH!! Mes putains d'oreilles!" Green Guy was still singing off-key, and was now trying to sing opera. The worst part was not only did the Empress have to witness that, but Green Guy thought he was killing it.

Finally, Sadarthrerai hushed the Clovarian king. They gently lifted him and said "DON!! *sigh* Fermez-la, S'il te plaît?" Green Guy nodded, "Hey Sid, didn't really understand you back there." he greeted the demon. "Do have you have my Bordeaux stone? Turns out, some humans wanted to see it after all." Sadarthrerai said sheepishly.

Green Guy chuckles, "Ha! I got it alright, I kinda knew that you'd need the rock." The Empress sighed in relief, setting the green creature down so he can grab the enchanted stone. "Merci beaucoup, Donnie."

Priscilla swiped the stone before her husband could give it to the demonic royal entity. "Hey! Cilla! What gives?!"

"What do you need this rock for? It's almost as big as my head, I feel very gutted that you're cocky enough to hold onto it for some other bird."

"As rude and envious those words are, I still need the Bor- Bar- BAH! I still need this fancy @$$ rock! I gotta return it, y'know?"

"But to whom? A neighborhood beyotch?-"

Sadarthrerai shouted in a deep, booming voice, "CAN YOU TWO STOP DISTRACTING YOURSELVES ALREADY?! I swear if Sir Charles Santley was alive to see this happen, he'd want to die all over again! *panting* I just want the Bordeaux Stone I'll leave."

Green Guy pried the stone from his wife's wings and finally gives it to the Empress. "H-Here," the king stuttered, "and uh- sorry about keeping you waiting." Priscilla was frozen with fear, and still paralyzed as her husband took the opportunity to help the Empress with delivering the stone.

Later that weekend...

"Did you have fun at the museum, Young Gossie? I'm glad Springtime and her husband could help you with the picture."

"I really like him, Auntie Darthy. He let me draw mama, you and the others without the negative reviews! He's like, so smart too! How does everything he know fit in his head?! That's gonna hurt. Haha!"

"Yes, I think so as well. *laughs also* Oh, I'll let you go, Gossie. We'll talk again soon, alright?"

"Okay, bye Auntie Darthy!"

"Fare-thee-well, young one."

Gosselin Bee's picture of the Villains made into the Larvae's Art Museum on the Mothrian Honeycomb Territory. Sadarthrerai giggles along with the young bee, congratulating her for making the decision to participate in the museum. They end the call when their limousine arrives at Green Guy's palace.

As soon as Sadarthrerai arrived at Green Guy's palace for the Hazbin Hotel binge, they were dismayed to find the interior trashed. Now look, Green Guy DID clean up his home, and checked for a spot for the Empress to sit. It hit Sadarthrerai when they realized that Priscilla had unfroze and was loudly arguing with her husband again, but rekt the palace, heirlooms, the food, and now the Empress's patience in the process.

"Ooh! I'm more than cross about all this bickering! All of this needs to stop, now." Sadarthrerai told themselves, looking in a partly shattered mirror in the palace halls and snorted blue flames. "I feel it's time Donnie and Priscilla learnt a teensy lesson, one that'll remind them to decline their outrageous fights in the presence of others and won't hurt them in any physical way."

They stopped outside a ballroom thought for a moment, "Do come on Darth, think of something. And I- I really need to lessen my fidgeting. Oh, and talking to meself. That has to stop too." And with that thought, they finally came up with something that made them smile so wide, they couldn't help but emit a breeze of evil chuckles as their cobra fangs unveiled.

"Back in my early years, that's how the authorities got their souls in check." Sadarthrerai says to themselves, "Even if they had harsh methods, I feel I should give this a shot... without the goats and saltwater, of course."

Triple sh*t, these two poor Clovarian royals didn't expect anything from the Empress but to enjoy some Hazbin Hotel with them. But when Sadarthrerai almost reached the living room; where Priscilla was yeeting glasses and ceramics at her spouse, the demon turned themselves into a black smoke and flew over to the unsuspecting couple. And now... let the games begin!

The first trick was somewhat easier than Sadarthrerai expected, Green Guy was dodging shards of fragile objects until he was being lifted off the floor. Sadarthrerai placed a shield around the green boi, manifested 2 pairs of sentient gloves. One pair started to vibrate upon his hips while another pair started to curiously squeeze Green Guy's neck.

The reaction was almost instant, "Whoa, Hey! Huh? Heh, hehehe. Hahahahaha! W- *gasp* Whahahat's going ohohon?!" Green Guy collapsed, hugging himself in a futile attempt to stop his cackling fit. A spin brush appears at that moment, it sat upon the jaguar's tummy and turned itself on. "Wha- AH! AHAHAHA! *gasp* STOHOHOP! WHAHAHAHY MEHEHEHE?!" Green Guy roared.

Priscilla Green airdropped herself from around a corner, holding 3 china plates. She didn't see the shield until she threw a plate at her husband, the plate shattered as it hit the shield, and Sadarthrerai grinned at the swan's dumbfounded face and started the second trick.

"Donel Craig Green, what the hell are doing?! This isn't a laughing matter! Your precious little Empress is gonna-" Priscilla suddenly realizes that she had some kind of magic strings attached to her (wrists, er... wings I suppose) and was completely immobile unlike her husband who was now freed.

Still having tears in his eyes from all the tickling, Green Guy got to catch his breath and the sight of his wife getting a glove and hairbrush treatment. "I- I can mohove again. Hell yeah, haha... what the? Cilla?! One minute, she's tossing fine china my way. The next, she's... getting tickled by floating gloves and brushes?"

As he walked closer to his wife, she shouted between her laughter, "DOHOHONEHEHEL!! GEHET ME OUTTAHA HEHEHERE!!" Green Guy was too busy wondering who or what was doing this, but looking at the floating items, he noticed a dark blue aura around Priscilla and the items and soon glanced up at the ceiling to see a black haze slowly moving like upside down seawater.

"Uh, Cilla? Is it me or does this blue and black sh*t look familiar?"

"I DOHOHON'T CARE!! BAHAHAHAHA! GEHEHET IT OHOHOFF MEHEHE!! HEHEHE!"

"Take a good look at it, Don..."

"I'm f*ckin' trying! I can't name who this- THE HELL SAID THAT?!"

Green Guy tried to turn around but noticed that more of the strings were on his wrists too. "DAMN IT! HEHEHEY! WHAT GIHIHIVES?!" Some more of the brushes went for his ears, which were almost as sensitive as his tummy.

"Why the anger? I thought today was a day of fun..."

"Sihid, you're hehehere!"

"YOHOHOU!! YOU DIHIHID THIS!!"

Sadarthrerai manifested from the black haze and floated above a futon in front of the royal odd couple, "Right you are, fellow majesties! And thanks for the opportunity to stop your quarrels."

Priscilla Green (though still laughing) was livid with the Demon, "OHOHO, THAHAHAT'S WHAHAT THIS WAHAS ABOHOHOUT?! WHY DIDN'T YOHOHOU TEHELL US?!" Sadarthrerai kept a cool head, and paused the tickling as they replied with, "Because that's no way to act around guests or anyone for that matter." Listen, you can't blame them for saying that, especially considering what happened with the Bordeaux Stone from earlier.

Green Guy's face fell when he saw the gloves from earlier taking off his shoes. "Sid, please! I said I was sorry! Don't do me like this! No! No- GAHAHA AHAHAHA! NOHOHO!"

"YES. I still think that I have you know that I already forgave you," the Empress turns to Priscilla, tail wiggling towards her, "But you, mon cygne chéri, has still yet to make up for making me wait."

"Oi! Don, you tell me SMACK about the red stone! Why'd you keep something like that away from me- EEHEHEKK!!"

Priscilla got attacked by Sadarthrerai's tail and the tickle tools again, but these ticklers looked different. As in, the tools took the forms of spirits, sparkling feathers, and enchanted dust.

Goodness Golly Gosh, talk about a Tickle Hell. "TAHAHAHA!! NAHAHA! TIK- AAHEHEHE! FAHAHAHAHACK!! PLEHEHE- AH!! AHAHAHA!" Priscilla Green couldn't think straight or speak coherently, at that point, she begged for any solution to the Empress' torture.

But luckily for her, Sadarthrerai is not one to skip to death penalties and didn't have any intention to kill her. They sighed, got off the futon, and walked in front of the now nearly driven mad swan. Priscilla couldn't feel the tickling as the demon spoke to her via a very reasonable telepathic message.

"Lady Priscilla Green, I'll admit that I've owned Donnie's soul for nearly 2 years, and I must warn you that arguing or starting violent scenes in the presence of guests isn't acceptable by ANY means. In fact, it's just distasteful to see a young royal choosing to quarrel instead of sitting down and talking about the matter... (whispering) quietly." Looking at her sternly in the eyes, they ordered, "I'll give you one more chance to clean up your act, and to spare both you and your husband's souls."

Priscilla hesitated, then said in a surrendering tone, "Ugh... f... f... fine. What bloody contract do I have to fill just to be your puppet?"

"Oh, none." Sadarthrerai replied with slight annoyance, for they've heard the 'slave' and 'being kept on a leash' hoax over and over. But stayed calm as they explained, "Donnie and I made a deal just like this, and ended the connection with a single handshake."

"What kind of b- bargain did you 2 make?"

"Long story short: I joined his Villain League and *ahem* 'sort of' taught to act around guests (mainly females), and in return, he apologizes greatly to Springtime734, and have her assist us in defeating the Blue Wizard as an ally. The only part of the deal that wasn't really intended to happen was for us to form a legitimate friendship."

Of course, Priscilla would ask, "B- What do you mean by (mainly females)? Hasn't he seen a girl before me? Argh! That was you, wasn't it?"

Sadarthrerai face blushed a neon green color in a shy smile, which was enough for Priscilla dodge that route, but what deal does the Empress have for her?

Getting back on topic, Sadarthrerai managed to discuss their deal, "One favor for me to release you and Don and to refrain from negative conflicts as long as your guests are around, and in return, you shall... Hmm?"

Priscilla managed to raise her right wing with the Demon giving her a curious look. "Y'know, that fight from earlier in the day gave me an idea. Don's always gone for nights, doing Lucifer knows what with you his other friends, well guess what? I'm not going to be left behind, ignored, or have secrets kept from me anymore! I'd like be one of his gang, doing whatever we please to whoever's stopping us."

"So you're telling me that you're going to join the Villain League?"

"So long as I'm not getting tossed in the boot for something... *makes evil face* that git thinks is more dishy than me."

Sadarthrerai wasn't too pleased with the way Priscilla phrased her request (or demand in her eyes), but they knew the swan needed to learn from an experience in that level. Then again, Green Guy has started to fall for Springtime734, and with Priscilla on the team, it could be a reminder that he is still married and she's assigned to help protect both sides from the aforementioned Wizard. Both spouses can keep each other in check.

Satisfied with the offer, Sadarthrerai said, "Very well then. One favor for me to release you and your husband and to refrain from negative conflicts as long as your guests are around, and in return, you shall become a member of the Villain League. And you're sure you're not worried about becoming a member?"

"Of course I'm not worried, unless your earlier blushing meant something dodgy."

"(Ahem) Not at all. Anyway, do we have a deal?" They put their right claw in front of the swan, she knew that was the only way to know what her husband and Springtime were up to at that point. So she raised her right wing, said the word "Deal," and placed the wing in the Demon's somehow cushiony, velvet feeling claw.

In that moment, Green Guy felt released from the tickling and comically flopped face first on the wool carpet. He had been tickled so long and so much, that he had been paralyzed, he still had floods of tears flowing down his face and his voice sounded higher, weary, and constantly cracked. "Hahaha... heh... heheh... aahh... huh? I-it stopped? Yeah! Finally, thanks Sid!"

"No problem, Donnie. Are you okay?"

"Th- thought I was gonna die there, heh. Hurgh! Gah- mrph! Ah- ow! Uh Sid?"

"Yes, mon chéri?"

"I can't move my @$$, is that bad?"

"No no, not at all. But it is to be expected after being intensely tickled for so long."

"C'mon Sid, don't do me like this. Gotta watch Hazbin later, y'know?"

"Yes, I'm well aware. And Priscilla, remember our little chat?"

"How could I forget you entering my brain JUST NOW? How did you do- uh, nevermind. Don, I've thought about your nights out with your Villain League, and-"

Sadarthrerai was recording Evidence of Priscilla Green asking nicely to join the Villain League. Priscilla succeeded her side of the deal, which made Green Guy blurt, "HELL YEAH! I CAN'T WAIT SHOW U OUR SH*T!! Right, Sid?" Sadarthrerai tries to hide satisfied chuckling, but their fur stood on end when they realized Green Guy was rubbing his face on the Empress's snake tail and growling softly.

The Empress is startled by this and hisses like, well a snake. They stifled an intrusive smile as their eyes glow like the aforementioned sky transformation but with inverted colors (now red sclera and pale yellow irises).

"Hey, Sid? I said 'we can't to show Cilla our totally cool, Villain sh*t'! Ain't that right, Sid?"

"Pfft! (Ahem) Yes, o- of course. Just watch where you're nuzzling, alright?"

"M'kay, but I swear I heard you hissing just now. You okay?"

"Nevermind that! Uh, I'm alright. Who wants to watch Hazbin Hotel?"

At the end of the Hazbin Hotel binge (it was morning)...

Green Guy was the only one who was still awake for the end of Hazbin season 1, he looked at the still asleep Empress and spouse and remembered the night before. Y'know where after the wrecking, he nuzzled Sadarthrerai's tail? Yeah, he stroked Priscilla's hair as he tried that nuzzling again but added his own tail and succeeded in making the demonic royal entity smile and emit a hissing titter in their sleep for a little bit.

"Zzzzzzz... heh... zzz- (hiss) Hehehey, Lâchez-moi. Kekekeke... lâchez-moi- hehe. Ohohoho, t- t- tehehe. So tickly..."

Tickly? Green Guy was on Cloud 9 when he heard Sadarthrerai say that. Come on, he just found out that an Empress of the Underworld was just as ticklish as he and his wife. But soon noticed that his tail moved towards Priscilla's ribs, his tail's wagging wound up tickling his wife, she laughed too, but not as much as the Empress.

"Zzz- Hahaha. Don, stop it..."

Green Guy moves his tail over and says to the snoozing girls,

"Heh, what we did last night was pretty cool. Now that I know you're ticklish too, I do you a favor and keep this between us, mkay? And besides, now I kinda like your laugh... both of you."

With that, he nestles himself in between the ladies and finally dozes off. Thinking about how Sadarthrerai managed to settle he and his wife's arguments with something they ALL (kinda) enjoy, and hopefully wishes to get the Demon back sometime... maybe when they're doing something relaxing instead.

So yeah, that's the first part of this story. Whatcha think? I'm excited for Sadarthrerai to be tickled too, but until then I'm gonna go to bed now I'm tired...

#lee!green guy #ler!Empress #lee!Priscilla Swan #hazbin hotel #gacha club #oc tickles #Villain League #Annaterian Stories #Badder Than Ever #t word #ticklish #magic ticklers #tickle #fanfic

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healerelowen · 2 years ago

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I must rant. Rant about bug.

Tw for talk of bug, beware

I love bugs! I’ve always found them to be very interesting! What was even better when I was a kid is that it was mainly me and my older brother who were interested in them, but my sisters? Nope, unless it was like butterflies or ladybugs. Though my little sister was always fascinated by the praying mantis, they kinda scared me as a kid.

I remember my older brother’s favorite was the rolly polly, and I also liked them though they weren’t my favorite. My favorite as a kid were dragonflies! I saw them around my house from time to time and every time my family went camping in the mountains we always saw this blue dragonfly. We named him Blue. We also took walks around a pond near a fish hatchery and during the summer we’d see a bunch of dragonflies. Red ones, blue ones, orange ones and all sorts of different colors!

Though another bug my older brother and I really liked was bumble bees. I still like them since, you know, my second name is Bee. Before anyone asks, yes this was because of Bumble Bee from Transformers, in my older brother’s case anyway. I liked them because they were pollinators, they were helping us and our environment. I always had a deep respect for them because of that. Which is kinda why when one summer, when I accidentally stepped on one I was crying my eyes out but not because it hurt (It did but I could care less), but because I was scared that I killed the bee by mistake. The bee was fine by the way, only half the stinger went into my foot, I saw it fly away some time later when I went back outside.

Though nowadays, my favorite bugs are moths. I adore moths! My personal favorite species is the Geometer moths. While my favorite moths specifically are the Madagascar Comet Moth, Giant Silk Luna Moth, and the Brown Geometer Moth. I love their colors, their wing patterns, and just how unique they are compared to other insects. It’s a shame that they tend to get thrown under the bus because of two species of moths that eat clothes, like not all of them eat clothes. Sure, some of them eat crops and garden plants, but they don’t eat clothes. If anything, most just eat plants around the environment, they have a wide variety of food. Especially since a good lot of them migrate from place to place, like I think the Polyphemus Moth does that during colder months, they go down south.

But also, most moths are also pollinators. Yeah, since they spend a lot of time around leaves and plants, they gather a lot of pollen on them so when they go flying around they spread pollen like bees and even some wasps do! This is very effective since some moths that live in the U.S. can travel from one side of the country all the way to the other and back again. They’re very interesting creatures and I like to study them in my spare time. I also love trying to catch moths because I want to like, hold them in my hands and just let them crawl on me. One that was stuck in my mom’s car landed on my leg once, it was small and had a light brown color to it.

Now here’s a kicker, I also like spiders. Not all spiders, but I do like some spiders. Specifically the jumping spider, because they are tiny and so fucking adorable. I mean, have you seen them? (I mean probably, they’re a very common species of spider) They are so cute and I love them. They also help with pests like earwigs and mosquitos. This is very helpful for me because I’m allergic to mosquito bites, so less mosquitos for me and more food for the jumping spider. Also, peacock jumping spiders, the ones that have the bright reds, blues and oranges? They do a little dance to find partners, a little dance! If that isn’t cute I don’t know what is, because they’re just little guys doing their thing and it’s so adorable.

My older brother had a jumping spider living in his room when we were kids. We named him Spidey and one day while me, my older brother, and a friend were sitting in his room a massive earwig came out of nowhere, and I ran out of the room and into the kitchen where my mom was. I then hear my older brother and our friend exclaim, “Spidey!” Turns out, Spidey had came out and straight up unalived the earwig right then and there. I was impressed really.

Anyway, if you want I can talk more about bugs if any if you want to hear more. Have a good rest of your day/night friends!

#tw bug mention #rant post #healer elowen

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ajoytobeheld · 1 year ago

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Goosebumps

May 6th, 2009

Welcome to Dead House

Stay Out of the Basement

Monster Blood

Say Cheese and Die!

The Curse of the Mummy’s Tomb

Let’s Get Invisible!

Night of the Living Dummy

The Girl Who Cried Monster

Welcome to Camp Nightmare

The Ghost Next Door

The Haunted Mask

Be Careful What You Wish For…

Piano Lessons Can Be Murder

The Werewolf of Fever Swamp

You Can’t Scare Me!

One Day at HorrorLand

Why I’m Afraid of Bees

Monster Blood II

Deep Trouble

The Scarecrow Walks at Midnight

Go Eat Worms!

Ghost Beach

Return of the Mummy

Phantom of the Auditorium

Attack of the Mutant

My Hairiest Adventure

A Night in Terror Tower

The Cuckoo Clock of Doom

Monster Blood III

It Came from Beneath the Sink!

Night of the Living Dummy II

The Barking Ghost

The Horror at Camp Jellyjam

The Revenge of the Lawn Gnomes

A Shocker on Shock Street

The Haunted Mask II

The Headless Ghost

The Abominable Snowman of Pasadena

How I Got My Shrunken Head

Night of the Living Dummy III

Bad Hare Day

Egg Monsters from Mars

The Beast from the East

Say Cheese and Die – Again!

Ghost Camp

How to Kill a Monster

Legend of the Lost Legend

Attack of the Jack O’Lanterns

Vampire Breath

Calling All Creeps!

Beware, the Snowman

How I Learned to Fly

Chicken Chicken

Don’t Go to Sleep!

The Blob That Ate Everyone

The Curse of Camp Cold Lake

My Best Friend Is Invisible

Deep Trouble II

The Haunted School

Werewolf Skin

I Live in Your Basement!

Monster Blood IV

I think the later ones probably got a bit shit.

#2009 #neil!blog #lc!blog

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miss-celestial-being · 1 year ago

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it caught on in a flash

<33 love youuu my munchkinss

beware! bee scared!

#i love you more ma belle chérie #boredbeesask #nix the meanie #nix the wifey #beware! bee scared!

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bulletnotestudies · 3 years ago

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Winter Reading Challenge book recommendations ❆

.... we just couldn't settle on only 4 recs for this prompt, so have 8 instead! to avoid clogging up people's dashes, we hid some of the blurbs beneath the cut.

The Abyss Surrounds Us by Emily Skrutskie

Cas Leung, a Reckoner-trainer-in-training, has been around sea monsters raised to defend ships from pirates all her life. But when her first solo mission goes awry and she falls into the hands of the pirate queen Santa Elena, she is suddenly training a Reckoner pup to defend the ship she was always taught to destroy. Or - sea monsters, morally grey lesbian pirates, enemies to lovers, there-was-only-one-bed, handcuffed-together central. (blurb by our brilliant @asteristudy)

Last Night at the Telegraph Club by Malinda Lo

A historical coming of age story, set in the 1950s San Francisco, following a 17 year old heroine, growing up as Chinese American at the time of the Red Scare, through family bonds and conflict, her sapphic awakening and so much more. Also, this novel really highlights the importance of representation. (blurb by the lovely @kkul-bee)

Snapdragon by Kat Leyh

A sweet and endearingly weird graphic novel following Snap, who just wants to rescue opossum babies but accidentally befriends the local witch. Things may or may not spiral from there. (blurb by our amozing @upside-down-uni)

People Notice the Rain by Cindy Paul

A beautiful, smoothly unravelling narrative meets truly atmospheric writing in this story of growth and trust, with the added sprinkle of the supernatural. Fresh and exciting, and most importantly, inclusive in a way that feels as effortless as breathing. Truly worth picking up, even if werewolf stories aren’t your cup of tea - this just might change your opinion (it did mine)(I still cannot believe it). Each book in the trilogy introduces more different identities, ending with, quite literally, a single token straight in the (found) family. Oh, there’s also d&d and gorgeous weather motifs that just tie the tale together perfectly. (blurb by yours truly, @bulletnotestudies)

The Binding by Bridget Collins

Emmett is summoned to an apprenticeship with the local book binder - in a world in which book binding is considered witchcraft. In a challenging story we follow along when Emmett learns the truth behind his bookbinder's work and has to face his past. (blurb by our wonderful @hannistudies)

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab

Beware of the gods that answer after the dark, for they may grant you eternal life but no one will remember you. Desperate to flee the future others have set for her in 1714, Addie prays for more time and thus enters a contract with the dark: she will live forever, but everyone she meets will forget her. Addie faces centuries and their challenges alone, until one day, in 2014, she meets a young man. And even though the door closed behind her - he remembers. (blurb by our wonderful @hannistudies)

The Bone Season by Samantha Shannon

Decades into the future, an Irish heroine flees home and becomes part of an underground voyant syndicate. One day, she is caught by vigiles and transported to a city where voyants are enslaved and forced to serve a different type of etheral being. There she discovers the truth behind Scion - the flourishing empire. Or so she thinks... Writing that leaves clues all over. You get maps and lists of characters with short descriptions, you get heist-like plot lines, plot twists and tropes. And then reversed tropes and the tropes you got first reversed or simply undone. Non-binary side characters and disability representation. A demisexual mc. Just read it. (blurb by @hannistudies and @bulletnotestudies)

Of Fire and Stars by Audrey Coulthurst

Denna is betrothed to a prince to ensure peace in their kingdoms, but she has more to hide than just her forbidden magic when she falls for his sister. Forced to hide her abilities and fulfill her duties, she learns about political tension between her new kingdom and its neighbours - and has to make a difficult decision. (blurb by our wonderful @hannistudies)

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Honorable mentions: Queens of Geek - Jen Wilde They both die at the end - Adam Silvera The Gloaming - Kirsty Logan The Watchmaker of Filigree Street - Natasha Pulley The Stars and the Blackness Between - Junauda Petrus An Absolutely Remarkable Thing - Hank Green Even If We Break - Marieke Nijkamp

#studyblr w/knives reading challenge #book rec #bookish #bookblr #lgbtq+#studyblr #knife gang #medustudies #myhoneststudyblr #jeonchemstudy #sabrinas posts #huitingreads #stuhde #prompt: lgbtq+ main character #serendistudy #queer books #reading challenge #athenastudying

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crazydoodlez · 3 years ago

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Finally time for an (edited x5) intro post

(Banner by @gelationous-jellyfish ) Hello Internet, I am Crazy Doodlez! (Or Cinnisauce76 if you know me from discord, You can call me Crazy, Doodlez, or Cin, or Cinni.)

This is gettin long so here’s a Readmore!

What are my pronouns? Good question. Start using a set and I'll see what happens.

No, seriously. I am trying to figure out my pronouns atm so just. Use whatever. If you’re confused tho, Xey/Xem or They/Them does in a pinch.

I have NO fuckin clue what I am when it comes to sexuality but it’s somewhere on the aroace spectrum. I am Agender tho!!

I am 18 years old, and honestly adulthood scares me.

My favorite animals include cheetahs, snakes, any reptiles really, and D u c c s

Current fandoms I’m in (Bold means I’m currently very active, italics means I’m in the fandom but less active, and plain text is like average amount of active)

BATIM/BATDR

Cuphead

Undertale/Deltarune

Super Paper Mario

FNAF

FNF/Sonic.exe (lumped together bc it’s specifically the mod)

Sonic

Spooky Month

JJBA

Planet Life

My Singing Monsters

Pizza Tower

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My current rp blogs arrrre:

@askdimtrio

@askshadowdim

@askqueencobra

@askmajiinsonic

@suns-moons-eclipses

@ask-the-eyes-in-the-stars

Less of an Rp blog, more of an Ask blog: @rar3wubb0x

And I also run @oshalorefinders alongside a good friend of mine!

Some rp blogs I run with friends:

@ask-jack-n-john

@ask-the-spooky-circus

@cult-of-the-eyes

I radiate good vibes and good energy! Shoot me an ask if ya want, I'll probably answer it.

Love is better than hate, and if I see you being a bigot or just an overall jerk I will block. I’ll also block any supporter of Crypto or NFTS. Even tho I am an adult, please don’t follow me if you’re a mainly porn account. It makes me kinda uncomfy lol.

What’s my pfp? Glad you asked! It’s is NOT an Nft. Look at this video! https://youtu.be/1ZgWHxsknPg

EXCEPTION ON 3/2/22: It's the Oncler pic to celebrate the birth of the og tumblr sexyman. I guess? Idk I wasn't here on tumblr when that happened.

Ask me about my pokemon cards/Tell me about yours! I am in no way an expert but I'm getting better everyday! Ask me opinions on pokemon cards, tell me about your favorite strategies, ask me about my decks!!! :D

If you need anything tagged, pls let me know!! I probably won’t tag anything unless it’s asked. So beware! Currently I only tag for:

unreality

tw bugs, cw bugs, tw bees, tw wasps, etc.

tw fnaf

rb bait

Until we meet again

See ya!

#intro #random things from Doodlez #have a splendid exsistance #tw fnaf

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mcyt-apocalypse-au · 4 years ago

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dad!schlatt au notes bc im soft:

BEWARE THIS IS SUPER LONG LMFAO I GOT CARRIED AWAY

this bitch has zero fucking clue about anything when it comes to toddler tubbo

he's probably great with new born tubbo because jesus christ this little ball of sunshine is such a blessing to him that he'll overcome any obstacle he presents

but no one warned him about mischievous toddler tubbo, poor guy tries his absolute fucking best to save the furniture and small figurines but his efforts are completely and utterly helpless

he's lowkey too scared to ask phil so he asks quackity instead and let's just say it did not end well

he gives up and knocks on phil's door at 2am with a football sized bruise on his cheek and a crying 1 year old tubbo that's cornered in paint, glue, twigs and leaves

he's so glad once that shit show is over and tubbo is grown up into a cute little kid

like at age six tubbo's horns start to grow and schlatt is the proudest ram dad you'll ever see

he'll literally brag about his son so much to everyone that will listen

he's often just overcome with pride everytime he sees his little champion

like when his were growing they hurt like a bitch but tubbo is super brave and just sucks up the pain to make his dad proud

and boy does it work, schlatt is so proud that he even ends up just sobbing in pride to his wife, she just chuckles as she pats hin on the back

his horns are fully grown by the time he's ten, they only hurt for the first few months so as soon as the pain stopped, tubbo wore them with even more pride than before because they're no longer delicate or vulnerable

if I'm being honest schlatt probably isn't the biggest fan of teenage tommy, but he brings tubbo out of his shell and they've been friends since they were three so he refuses to even consider bringing his dislike towards the chaotic teen up to tubbo

if they ever get into an argument he'll feel bad as soon as he walks out of the room, probably getting tubbo some kind of bee themed item to apologise, the kid has always loved bees

when tubbo was a kid he used little pet names like "kiddo", but they've just stuck into tubbo's teenage years, so much that schlatt has literally started doing it without noticing

"hey kiddo can you pass ke the salt?" "daaaaaad! you called ke kiddo again!" "huh? no i didn't? arr you imagining things tubbo?"

tubbo has just given up with trying to get him to stop at this point so he uses silly pet names or his own like "father dearest" and "old man" when joking around with him

what do you mean tubbo supported an opposing side during the elections? no no, you're mistaken, tubbo was his father's running mate! the father and son duo stood proud as their victory was announced

schlatt made the hard decisions and tubbo kept the peace, their teamwork was unrivalled

#mcyt #tubbo #jschlatt #dad!schlatt #dad!schlatt au #mcyt au #yes tubbo can see glatt #yes he plays his ukelele with his father and best friend sat next to him as the sun sets #long post #these ideas are probably somewhere else in one way or another but i speedrun this bc it made me rlly happy

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kangaroo-sniper-imagine · 4 years ago

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Unintimidating reader who’s a killa killa

-snipers is longer solely because ive had that idea in my head LONG before i got this request-

-also, little gorey so beware-

Medic

Ludwig is almost instantly enamoured with you once he got comfortable with you on base. He finds you sweet and calls you “kleine krankenschwester” (little nurse) whenever you insist on helping him in any way with his workload. You apologize when you bump into inanimate objects and try copying Archimedes’ cooing. You’re a cupcake!

And finally he gets a good eyeful of you on the field. You’re brutal and vicious and smiling the whole time as you bash in an enemy Heavy’s head with a sledgehammer. You take out an enemy Scout’s leg with your weapon and let him try and crawl away from you before you finish him off with a laugh. Ludwig is now convinced you’re his soulmate

Our dear doctor loves tenderness that hides ruthlessness. Loves that you are sweet as a bumble bee to your team but a beast to your opposers. He’s excited at the new possibilities between the two of you know that he knows that he no longer has to hide his own ferocity with his experiments in front of you

Sniper

Hell, Mick isn’t even convinced you should be on the field. You wore brightly colored clothes and skirts and for fuck’s sake you bake, all. The. time. You're like Holly Homemaker, why the hell are you hanging with a bunch of mercenaries? How were you even picked for this job? At your first match, he debated on whether he should watch you from his perch to protect you or do his job. He chose his job, duh. But only for a few matches. When he finally decides to track you,and oooooh boy.

An enemy Spy has his knife in your shoulder, pining you to a wall. Mick doesn’t have a clear shot to take out the spook without getting you too. It’s not fun watching a teammate die, even if they do come back. But right as he was about to shift his attention to the main battle he sees it. You. Pissed the fuck off.

Mick watches with interest as you grab the hand that’s stabbing you with one of your delicate hands as the other grabs the spook’s lapel and drag in the enemy, mouths crushing together. A shot of betrayal and shock freezes the hitman before he sees it. The red running down your chin; the struggle of the enemy Spy trying to thrash himself away from you; the look of manic rage in your eye. When you let the Spy go, Mick can see teeth but no lip and it hits him. You bit off the man’s mouth.

After you swiftly wretch the knife out of your shoulder and into the neck of your opponent, you wipe your mouth, you call for a medic and return to fighting. Mick is now a little scared of you, but now will no longer ever think again that you can’t handle yourself on the field. Never brings up what he saw but will sometimes watch you work now

Heavy

Mikhail already finds hardly anyone intimidating, you are no exception; especially with your short stature and demure demeanor. He worries about you honestly, watching you to make sure none of the other mercs try to take advantage of you because you give off the energy of a doormat. It’s his big brother senses in part, he thinks, also in part of because he has a leetle crush on tiny woman who will listen to him drone on about Sasha and Russian literature well into the night.

You do more protecting than defending during the fighting. You watch the case and keep people away from it as Misha mows down the enemies to keep them away from the intel (and you), so he hasn't had the pleasure of watching you work. But buddy, when he gets it. A chance of happenstance allows Heavy to finally see you operate, lets him see you sit pretty as the enemy steps on your hidden bombs and walk into the line of your automatic tracking weaponry and get mowed down in a hail of bullets as all you do is smile and hold the briefcase. So well covered by your own inventions you don’t even need to be worried as the blood of your enemy splashes up onto your clothes

Misha finds you even MORE endearing now. Man loves intelligent women and if you made all of those killing machines holy fuck, could you mod Sasha?? You’re in your element as you effortlessly kill the opponent, and Misha loves watching your inventions do what they do best (he feels a kinship with your weapons as he too, preforms extreme violence to protect you) (He’s still gonna watch your back at the base tho for sure)

Scout

You were like another Spy, except without all the European flair that Spy had. You were kinda bland, tired looking. Jeremy’s never seen you train or fight; you spent most of all your free time being “tutored” by Spy to become a better Infiltrator, and frankly, Jeremy is more afraid of bread than he is of you (and not just the tumor filled bread). Spy hasd insinuated that you were ready to finally be put on the field with the rest of the mercs for the next match, and now Jeremy is more excited to have another person to show off to rather than to see you in action

But of course, Jeremy fucks up. He’s hiding in an empty building, bleeding from a shot from an enemy Sniper, and staring at the wrong end of a Heavy’s gun, hating the feeling of defeat. The Heavy was rambling on about something but the wound in his side had more of Scout’s attention; that is, until, a figure slowly, silently descended from the rafters. It was you, dressed head to toe in black save for a sliver of your team’s color on your armband. You look at the monologuing Heavy before giving Jeremy a look that said “Man, he’s a wind bag, huh?” you gestured to the enemy, then drew your finger across your throat with a questioning look in your eye. Scout manages a weak nod, losing focus quickly.

Another long cord, similar to the one holding you to the ceiling, unraveled itself from around your arm, and very quickly you whipped it around the enemy’s neck, jumped onto his back, and wretched your arms back, almost instantly decapitating the Heavy. Even as the lumbering body fell down, you remained upright, hopping off the body gracefully. With swift efficiency, you kicked the head out of the way, grabbed the comically large gun, and aimed it at the door. Before Scour could even ask what the fuck was going on, an enemy Medic came in through the door. Before the German had a chance to yelp, you shot him dead.

“Yo, what the-!” You hastily toss a med-pack at him before melting into the shadow, Scout almost missing the darkening blush on your mostly covered face. After that little save, Jeremy now goes out of his way to be nice to you, and learns a lesson that looks are hella deceiving. It would pay to have someone watching his back on the field without all the unwanted french commentary (and you’re nicer to look at than Spy, let's be real)

Demo

You’re cheerful, but not in the sadistic, almost taunting way many of the other mercs are like. Not like the Doc or Spook. Nope, you were just happy. Not ditzy or stupid or anything, just a smiley little thing that had as much bite as a toothless alligator. The thought that someone could take you as a serious threat, some wee thing that eats rainbow colored cereal and wears bunny slippers throughout the base, was so hilarious that Tavish starts chuckling whenever it crosses his mind. The two of you don’t typically fight together, you sticking to high ground to pick off enemies as Demo gleefully stays in the thick of it all to implode the other team

Due to unfortunate circumstances, you're both pinned down together, shoulder to shoulder under a makeshift barrier as the enemy gets closer and closer; your bow at the ready with an arrow and his bombs prepared to go off at his command, but no opening to go up and take a shot/throw a bomb. You huff, looking around wildly before nodding decisively, looking to Tavish. “Gimme one of your sticky bombs.” He complies, half thinking that you’re gonna take the both of you out in a blaze of gory glory.

With a look of determination, you aim in front of you, not even at the enemy. Tavish prepares to die for the third time that day, but this time by his own creation, and you release your arrow. The projectile bounces off a scrap bit of metal on the ground, ricocheting the arrow up into hitting the lamppost, and then flying over their heads into the enemy’s ranks. Once the bomb went off, you instantaneously bounce out of the hiding place and opened fire on the stragglers who didn't get offed by the bomb. Tavish can only stare as you mow down the other team as a random stream of sunlight illuminates your figure. Demo catches feels in that moment

Pyro

Pryo liked that you were lowkey and sweet. The fact that you weren’t especially harsh or violent while relaxing initially made them flock to you just to hang out in their down time. Pyro loves to give you cute little toys and stuffies and see you smile! The only time Pyro really sees you on the battlefield is when they’re looking for you. They’re worried about you! You’re their favorite!

They catch you, mid-battle, covered head to toe in the blood of an enemy Scout, laying only a few feet away. They think you look so pretty! Like sparkles and rainbows are all around you and flower petals are floating in the air and surrounding you (it’s ash; pyro started a blaze not that far away and it was finally beginning to get to the two of you)

Pyro just sees this as more couple binding time, now that they know that you also tend to get a little too into the battle. It’s an excuse to spend even more time together

Engineer

This boy was so dang in love with you and he’s never even seen you fight. On the base, you were as sweet as a peach and harmless as a mouse. You spent most of your time in Dell’s workshop helping him with menial tasks like refilling his coffee mug or reorganizing his tools or alike. You got along well with all the other mercs and were quick to help others. Dell never really saw you while fighting because he had to stick near his machines while your job took you all over the battle field

He hears about you fighting from the others. Scout was retelling the group about you “friggin’ awesome fight” between you and an enemy Medic. You had, according to Scout (and Heavy, who nodded along in agreement) got into a fist fight with the enemy, physically beating them into submission. Dell wouldn’t believe it if you hadn’t walked right at the end of the tale with a black eye, bloodied knuckles, and a lopsided grin. Dell almost has a fucking heart attack seeing you in such a state. The Doctor heals you up back to normal like nothing ever happened but the fact that you relied on physical violence to fight made him anxious

He doesn't talk to you about fighting differently, he wants to know if there's anything he can do to help you fight, like making special gloves or armor of some type. Homeboy just wants to protect you, he gets hella worried.

Soldier

Jane, seemingly perpetually stuck in the 40’s and 50’s, believes most women shouldn't be on the battlefield at all. And even though you were there working with a bunch of other mercenaries, a lady is a lady and he, the old fashioned man he is, prioritizes keeping you “safe” (taking your kills before you get the chance to land the finishing blows). In his mind, he’s doing you a service. After all, you are far too soft spoken at the base to have any form of bite in you on the field.

Across the field though, one fight, Jane was just too far away to swoop in and “save” you like he normally would; not even his rocket launcher would get to you in time to stop the Spy from doing you in! The instant the enemy’s knife was about to pierce your back, though, Jane saw you turn around whip fast, your own machete thrusting forward to impale the enemy.

The soldier now thinks that your “womanly intuition” is far more superior and more finely tuned than his own, and will now generally leave you alone to fight and stops hovering over you. Will shout out encouragements from across the field whenever he sees that you hack someone apart and loudly brags that you have the “natural advantage” to sniffing out enemies.

Spy

-This is gonna be a drabble cus i dunno how to bullet point this-

Jacque didn’t think particularly much of you. You were a teammate, an asset to be used. On the base you were reserved, spending most of your time in the Doctor’s infirmary or discussing something with Mikhail about books or whatever. You stayed out of his way, not like it was hard for you, seeing as you were just some wisp of a thing, someone who if they sat still long enough would blend into the background like air. Spy never assumed that you would ever be of any use to him in a fight; you just didn’t have the look of a fighter in you.

So right now, his life being in your hands, made him uncomfortable in ways he couldn’t care to count.

The enemy Spy, who was almost as tricky as him, cleverly disguised himself as Jacque, and right as they were about to confront each other, you burst through the door, looking surprised at the two of them. Almost immediately, they started to accuse the other.

“He’s the enemy!”

“No, HE is!”

“The intruder is HIM!”

Jacque will give you some props, seeing as you drew your gun as soon as you saw the pair, but rather than aim it usefully at at least ONE of them, YOU aim it uselessly to the floor! Jacque would’ve scolded you for your unprofessionalism if the imminent threat of death wasn’t less than six feet away from him.

You looked wildly in between the two of them, your normally pleasant face now stricken with panic. Your eyes land solidly on the enemy Spy, and with a sharp intake of breath, you run to him, throwing your arms around him and burying your face into the falsely colored lapel.

Jacque felt disappointment bloom in his chest, along with dread when he watched your mistake.

The spy looked so damn smug as he wrapped his arms around you, throwing Jacque a satisfied look. The gun still was gripped in your hand, still aiming at the ground.

“Ma pauvre petite fille,” he crooned, “est-ce que le grand méchant espion t'a fait peur?”

You sniffle, and bring the gun up to the imposter’s head. “Je n'ai pas facilement peur.” Jacque didn’t think you could ever say something so coldly, and say it in french to boot. One shot rang out and the man in your arms fell to the floor, suit changing back to what it was meant to be, stained with red from the blood of his fatal wound.

After some deliberation with yourself, you shot him again, in the chest. You looked to Jacque, your face now once again passive.

With a sigh and a dramatic flourish, the living Spy fetched a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it quickly, taking a deep huff before addressing you.

“How did you know that he was not me?”

You holster your weapon back, mulling over your answer. “Few things, uh… you never speak French to me,” you stuck out one finger, “you wouldn’t ever hug me,” another finger, “you don’t stand with your feet that far apart,” one more, “and you smell completely different.” with all but your thumb sticking out, you nodded to yourself before jamming both hands into your pants pockets, tucking in your chin and turning heel back to the door, seemingly finished with your explanation and conversation.

Amused, Jacque took another slow drag of his cigarette, planning on paying more attention to you in the future, being sure never to underestimate you again.

-this, uuuuuhhh, took on a life of its own-

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cafe-enchante · 4 years ago

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The Main 5 + Solitus and Asmodeus as Dads

On mobile so no Read More, beware of Spoilers.

Canus Espada

* He was a nervous wreck when the little one was born, but his flames burned bright when he first held his child

* You had to remind him that you need to feed the child before he gives them back.

* spends the first few years of the child's life in his mundane look, refusing to don his true armored persona until they are older. He also constantly manifests his helmet, very aware of how he scared you as a kid and doesnt want to scare his own

* He's really glad you cant see his face when he manifests his helmet so you cant see his expression when it's his turn to change diapers

* He always gets up when your child cries at night and will never wake you. You remind him that you can and should take turns but he refuses. As a father and a Knight it is his duty to console the child between the two of you when they cry at night.

* He is the same way when the child is older and they have a nightmare (you'll find him awake and alert at their bed in the morning, ready to scare off any potential spooks. He knows they arent real, he just wants his child to feel safe)

* he is the Stern but Fair type of Dad, and a bit overprotective.

* absolutely part of the PTA and has absolutely gotten into arguements with mothers over bake sale items

Il Fado de Rei

* Bless him, he tries

* you had twins. He is confusion about this but takes it in stride.

* Won't change diapers due to the smell

* he learned his lesson and makes sure he never puts magic in his singing, so he sings a lot to the twins.

* he did some reading before the twins were born, but it didn't prepare him at all.

* You'll have to wake him up if the twins start crying at night, but out of everyone he is the best at calming them down and getting back to sleep (without magic even!)

* you'll have to remind him that they are still to small to fly until they aren't. He is very eager to teach them how.

* He will go to any and all events for the twins as they grow. Choir? He is front seat, crying, with flowers. Karate? Front seat and cheering them on (and you keeping him from using magic to help the twins win). Spelling Bee? He will help them study. Graduation? Front row and crying. It's the only time you let him usemagic, to create feather-like confetti when the twins get their diplomas.

* a pretty laid back dad, he let's the twins get away with a lot more than he should. That said, the twins do know that if he is genuinely upset with them then they very much messed up.

Ignis Carbunculus

* Hope you wanted a lot of kids!

* Very much into playing with them and very active with the kids.

* if your kids cry at night he is up and to them right away. Pure instinct on his part, and quick to growl at anything that creaks while he's calming them down.

* Initially he has trouble changing diapers due to the smell (he will wear masks for awhile). By kid 6 he is changing diapers and yeeting it into the bin (that he moved under the nursery window outside by kid 3) like an absolute pro.

* the Fun Dad, he takes the kids out to run and play and do sports almost constantly. It gives you a much needed break and by the time they are back it is usually nap time due to how tired they are

* Will absolutely throw hands with other parents or with kids if he finds out someone is bullying one of his Pups. Stop him.

* You'll have to get your tubes tied in order to stop having kids btw.

Rindo Kaoru

* has a lot of reservations and fears in the beginning (due to his appearance), but is easily the most adept at being a dad.

* very much helps in his share of the duties, be it calming the kid at night or changing diapers. It's a team effort.

* like Canus, he tends to be stern and fair, but is more laid back about it and slightly less protective as they get older. He remembers how rambunctious he was as a kid and knows that sometimes you have to learn a lesson the hard way.

* The best at helping with homework, but doesn't go to Parent-Teacher Meetings for obvious reasons. He does make it to events but is usually in the far back and away from the other adults. He is always super proud though.

Misyr Rex

* If this is Pre-Reveal he is a nervous wreck when the kid is born. He can feel his heart stop and blood turn cold when you hold your daughter and he is sure you dont turn to ash.

* a pretty Fun Dad, he made sure to do his research and likes to use his magic to entertain his daughter (even if he is unsure she will ever use it)

* You'll be the one up with the child in the middle of the night since he has to return to his world. It breaks his heart but he doesnt have a choice

* he takes over diaper changing duty to make up for it.

* if it's post-route he is beaming from ear to ear.

* he worries a bit that your daughter might have your powers, but doesn't let it get to him and takes it one step at a time.

* walks her to school, helps her with homework, stays up with her at night as needed. He is a very attentive and supportive Dad and is very clearly loved in return.

*if you complain that he is being more of a parent then you he will admit it's because neither of you know if the child will outlast him by centuries due to your status, and he wants to make sure his daughter has lasting memories of him.

* He's pretty much the same way with any future kids and grandkids.

Solitus

* He tries to stay calm in the beginning but it's pretty clear he feels out of his depth when you give birth to his son

* he did the research, he thought he could handle it, but the first time his son cries in the middle of the night his heart is racing and he's terrified they are being hurt

* he gets over it, but still takes over night duties due to that anxiety

* you cant tell if he is effected by smelly diapers or not, he handles it very well. It is one of the few things the two of you take equal turns on though.

* isn't to keen on teaching his son to fly until they are much older, and by then your son is begging. He is just worried their wings might not support them

* a VERY good tutor to his son, you are going to have a very brainy child. He will attend events but don't expect him to get fired up

* will try to join the PTA. Do not let him

* seriously, do not let him

Asmodeus

* You have to talk him out of making the birth a national holiday.

* You aren't successful.

* The crib is in your shared room for the first few months so you both get up at night. You do worry he'd make it worse and are genuinely surprised at how loving and gentle when he rocks the child back to sleep.

* Hires someone specifically to change diapers. It's the one thing you instantly agree to

* he had private tutors lined up before you were even pregnant. Make sure you vet them before they start.

* He boasts about any and all accomplishments the child makes and will proudly display any and all trophies and ribbons. If you dont stop him he will make them national treasures.

* you dont stop him.

* Despite all of this, he is actually a really amazing father that is always there emotionally and physically for his child(ren). He is also very attentive to make sure his children grow up with more humility and more humble then you'd expect from him. He always stresses the importance that they become a future Ruler that the demons will respect and love, not fear or resent.

#cafe enchante #misyr rex #il fado de rie #my stuff #kotone awaki #ignis carbunculus #canus espada #rindo kaoru #solitus #asmodeus #hcs

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 4 years ago

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Meeting and Courting Daniel Robitaille

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(Apologies for the long ass meeting story)

- If you’re expecting a normal, romantic “how I met your father” story then I’m sorry but that isn’t going to be the case with you and Daniel.

- You’d heard stories about the Candyman ever since you were a little girl. You believed in the monster in the mirror way into your 20s, no matter how many of your friends teased you for it. You were never really embarrassed by your fear of him, it made you feel safe, but that safety would soon be destroyed.

- The Candyman had come up in conversation while you were at your boyfriends house. You told him the stories that you had heard and, after seeing your genuine discomfort in the subject, he’d insisted on trying what he called “the game”.

- He’d dragged you off the couch and into the bathroom, pinning you against him while you struggling. You pleaded with him to stop, to at least let go of you if he wanted to risk his life, but no such luck.

- All was quiet for a long moment ...until the lights turned out and a face appeared behind your boyfriend in the mirror. You screamed, thrashing wildly as the man dug his hook into your boyfriends throat. You were finally able to get away as the boy slumped to the floor, plastering yourself against the farthest wall from the man.

“I knew it,” you whispered. “I knew you were real. I knew it.”

- If your previous and obvious fear of him didn’t do the trick, than those words were the ones that stopped him in his tracks. You believed in him. You were the one to tell his story to the boy, and you’d continue to spread it if he let you live.

- The massive man stared down at you for a long moment, saying nothing with an emotionless expression plastered on his face. In an instant, black erupted across your vision and you fell to the floor.

- He reached out to you slowly, his hand hesitating as it moved towards your face. He touched for cheek for a moment before moving his fingers to your pulse point. You’d fainted. Perfect.

- When you came to, you were in the hospital. Police came in and questioned you but all you could tell them was that it was the Candyman. You knew none of them believed you, that they thought it was just an intruder, but you knew what you saw and you were sure he’d be back for you. Oh, how right you were,

- You were paranoid for weeks, fully expecting that the tall man would return and finish what he’d started. …But he never did.

- People asked what happened and you’d tell them the truth. They’d all assume the same thing as the police, that it was just some sicko pretending and that anything else that may have seemed supernatural about the situation was just a product of your trauma. All you could do was give them a weak smile and hesitantly agree as to not seem completely crazy.

- Even if you agreed that it was all in your head, you telling your story did the trick. Rumors circulated and suddenly your whole town was in fear of the Candyman, whether they believed he was just a man or not.

- Daniel was very pleased. You’d done exactly what he had hoped you’d do, you’d let everything fall into place perfectly. Now for his second course of action.

- Daniel had been watching you. He’d been watching you ever since your first meeting in the bathroom and when Daniel watched someone, there was always a reason behind his gaze. In your case, he’d decided that he wanted you.

- The Candyman is sweet, surprisingly so; his voice smooth like honey and his gaze oddly tender for someone who only; at most, two months prior, had slaughtered your boyfriend with no remorse. He feels a bit of remorse now, not for your boyfriend, but for the way you’re cowering before him, eyes wide and horrified, looking ready to bolt at any given moment.

- But you don't move. Shock, you’ll tell yourself later and granted it’s part of it but another part of it is how inviting his voice is, how his mere presence is wildly intimidating yet comforting at the same time. And that's what makes you even more scared than you were before; the fact that he could make you feel safe.

- Daniel lures you in, entices you, makes you curious. He’s charming but even you know that “charming” can only take a person so far. When did you begin to sympathize with him? When had you begun to like him? Perhaps it was some sort of Stockholm syndrome? Or was it something more genuine?

- You surprise yourself with how bold you are when you tell him to leave you alone, your voice firm, eyes glaring even though you’re still somewhat afraid of him. The demand hardly affects him at all.

“You don’t want that.” He replies, not moving from his stationary position at the other end of the room. His voice sounds as though its right next to you, even with the distance between you.

“Yes, I do.” Liar. You manage to maintain your composure, fists clenching and unclenching nervously. If he was going to kill you, if that was still what he wanted, it was going to be now. You were not going to entertain his games and if you wouldn’t, then he doesn’t have a use for you, right?

- Your stomach drops as he begins to move. He says nothing for a long while, circling you, getting closer and closer as his gaze remains fixed on how you.

“No,” he says finally, stopping right in front of you. “You don’t.”

- You now he’s right, but you can��t admit that. You can’t admit it because you shouldn’t, you shouldn’t feel the way you do, shouldn’t allow yourself to even entertain the idea of being genuinely infatuated with him.

- But you are and you know that he knows because he seems to know everything. He reaches forward and instinctually you flinch though he pays it no mind. He takes your hand in his, thumb rubbing over your knuckles before he places a kiss on them.

“But for you. I will.” You close your eyes for just a second and he’s gone. Your house completely empty, no trace of there ever being company.

- You can’t believe that you’re saying it, but you miss him. You really do, much more than you ever thought possible. You figured that without his constant looming presence, without his influence, your feelings would disappear. But they don’t. And sure it could still be his doing but a part of you knows the truth.

- So you seek him out on your own accord but not before thinking it through for days on end. You know that once you let him back in, you won’t ever be let go of again. And now, you’re finally willing to admit that that’s fine by you.

- So you stand in front of your mirror, take a deep breath and call his name. One. Two. Three. Four. This is stupid. This is completely stupid. You shouldn’t-

“Candyman.” You finish as your mind screams at you. Nothing happens for a long moment and you wonder if he doesn’t intend on ever returning or if you’ve just been hallucinating the entire time.

- You leave the bathroom after waiting for a long while, thinking that, perhaps, you’ve just gotten your sanity back. But your sanity apparently never left since he’s standing in your hallway when you pass through the door.

- Your eyes widen and you aren’t sure what to say but that doesn’t matter to him as he walks slowly towards you. You let him get closer and closer, let him stand only a foot before you, let him touch your face. And when he leans in to kiss you …you let him.

- When you have a ghost boyfriend, you’re going to have to sacrifice some aspects of a normal relationship. Pda and dates; outside of your house or somewhere isolated, just can’t happen.

- You know when someone puts their hand on your face and strokes your cheekbone with their thumb? He loves that, whether it’s him doing it or getting it done to him.

- Hand kisses.

- He adores when you kiss his cheek. Most of the time, his eyes will flutter shut and a small smile will slowly appear on his face.

- You ready for some fucking neck pain?!?! Daniel’s most likely at least half a foot taller than you so be prepared to have to stare up at him like you’re a five year old and for the aches that come with it.

- You’ll never have to worry about not being able to reach something again though he may put things of yours in places he knows you can’t reach just so you have to ask him; if he’s feeling particularly playful that day.

- He calls you darling and my love; little romantic things like that.

- Calling him honey either to be a bitch or because he insists on you calling him it after you did so without thinking one day. You’d been mortified and had apologized profusely but he just smiled in response.

- Lets hope you aren't afraid of bees because there's really no escaping them with him in your life.

- But, on the note of bees. I feel like he can somewhat control when they appear, like there will always be a few lingering around the room but his entire mouth and chest cavity won’t be a hive unless he wants them to be.

- He’s adamant on taking care of you, whether that means bandaging you up or just watching over you will you’re sick/upset. Expect him to look after you if you’re ever stung.

- Beware the hook. While he is quite used to having and using it, accidents happen, especially if you aren’t paying attention.

- Giving him a helping hand whenever he needs it. I’ll let myself out.

- He’s a bit difficult to cuddle with but I admire you for trying. Things you should know: 1) he’s a loud sleeper, not his fault but more the cavern that he calls a chest and 2) He has a cavern for a chest. Your best bet when cuddling would be to rest your head on his arm, he sleeps on his back anyways so you can fit perfectly into his side.

- Occasionally, he enjoys watching you sleep. Seeing you so peaceful is incredibly comforting to him.

- Existential conversations. You can’t avoid the subject of death with him, specifically your death. He expects you to join him one day and I’m sure you want to be prepared for it when the time comes.

- As long as you’re living, he’s going to expect you to help him with keeping his name alive. Telling stories of him, petty crimes in the middle of the night, pressuring stupid people into playing his game. You aren't fond of it but you understand why it must be done.

- Whenever he has to be gone for a while, he’ll leave you a letter, it usually explains very little but it does tell you that he’ll be back.

- He appears at random and without warning so you’ll definitely get spooked a few times, especially since he’ll either stay completely quiet or announce himself in his deep, eerie voice in the middle of a silent room.

- Quick meetings in bathrooms or closets whenever you’re out in public. If he can drop in and get a kiss, why wouldn’t he?

- Just listening to him speak. With a voice like his, it’s pretty hard not to pay attention to what he’s saying, unless; of course, your mind is wandering elsewhere because of his voice.

- Bridal carrying. He quite literally sweeps you off your feet.

- He has a fondness for helping you get dressed: zipping your dress, holding your jacket out for you to slip your arms through; things like that. His touches always linger a little too long for just a helping hand.

- He grew up in a time and in a way that taught him that ladies should be respected and treated as delicate creatures so expect him to always be a gentleman when he’s around you.

- He enjoys classical music so if you really want to make him happy, put some on. He may even pull you into a dance if you’re lucky.

- Domesticity is like a drug to him. He yearns for a wife and a family so anytime you behave like a homemaker or very motherly, he falls even deeper in love with you than he already was.

- Since you can’t go on dates in the outside world, unless it’s somewhere where no one else will go, you have to be a bit creative with what you do together.

- Candlelit evenings.

- Getting your portrait painted. He has dozens of sketches and paintings of you.

- He likes hearing stories about your life. The way you grew up was vastly different from his own childhood and those differences fascinate him.

- Constant praise and support.

- Deep kisses. He likes kisses filled with emotion and passion.

- Sitting in his lap. It’s really the only way that you can be face to face for an extended period of time. He finds the size difference between the two of you to be quite amusing.

- Gifts. A mink coat, jewelry, roses; you name it and it’s yours. People will wonder who your mystery suiter is and he finds the act of spoiling you to be a wonderful way of deterring competition.

- He finds excessive jealousy to be quite unbecoming whether in himself or others so he doesn’t get angry or impatient with you when jealous. You’ll only realize that he’s jealous when he voices his disapproval in you hanging out with a certain person, telling yo that they’re far too interested in you and that you’re his, only his.

- If he disapproves of someone, he’ll take matters into his own hands whether you like it or not. That’s one of the few downsides of being with Daniel. Sometimes he’ll just scare them away, other times he do something much more …excessive.

- While he isn’t an incredibly jealous person, he is possessive. You “belong to him” and he expects you to act like you do, to an extent of course.

- He understands that you have a life apart of him, one he cannot be involved in, and while he does wish that you’d allow him to lay you to rest with him, he isn’t going to force you.

- Tentatively asking him about the day that he died. He tells you the story without hesitation, recounting it in such excruciating detail that you feel wildly uncomfortable sitting beside him. Even if you’re not usually very empathetic, the way he speaks will force you to tear up; at least a little.

- He’s lost everything once before and he’s going to ensure that that never happens again, so yes, he’s very protective of you. He’s not above killing innocent people, what do you think will happen to those who hurt you?

- He doesn’t entertain fighting. Yell at him all you want, tire yourself out, he doesn’t care. Once you’re finished, he’ll explain things very calmly and rationally and squash whatever problem you had. Just don’t try walking out on him, alright?

- When he’s in the wrong, It doesn’t take him very long to realize that what he’d done was in poor taste or that it hurt you, even if that wasn’t his attention. He apologizes sincerely and asks for your forgiveness, giving you some time alone if you request it. He’s at your side the instant you’re ready to accept him again.

- He never says that he loves you in a joking or playful tone. It’s a very important phrase that carries a lot of meaning to him so he always says it with earnestness.

- You wouldn’t be alive if he didn’t intend on remaining with you for the rest of eternity. Ironically enough, you also wont be alive if he does plan on remaining with you for eternity; at least not for long.

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