#buisness as usual lmao

[lightbulb-warning]

wip! based on the fte!! this was supposed to be a small doodle!!! It’s me and my compulsive urge to overcomplicate my life against the world!!!! (/exasperated!!!!!) /lh

[gotham-daydreams]

Okay, so, I love Isekai fanfic. I just do, it's so fun. I like the idea of the reader loving this stuff and dreaming of it, but being so worried about them thinking ill of you. I would also be so embarrassed. Like, "Crud, they're gonna think I'm so lame and stupid." Only to find out, "Oh. I have some of the most dangerous, intelligent people on the planet obsessed with me who will never let me go home... Not the kind of bad I expected, and yet this is somehow worse." I'm also interested in the Idol one. The idea of someone being friends with Idols, and this fear that people only like you to try to get close to these people. That you're just being used. And then the sudden whiplash of them wanting you, and the fear it brings when you realize you're being stalked. From one kind of bad, to very different and worse kind of bad. I am very excited

Yes!!! Exactly!!!

For the Isekai one, I also decided to do that because... well, usually the MC is placed right at the foot the the yanderes/Batfam, or tries to go to them - which isn't bad by any means! Honestly it'd be pretty smart to do that considering things, and it works out for plot convenience.

Though, I couldn't help but think about a reader that just... avoids them? At all costs? Not because they have something to hide necessarily, but moreso because, well, that'd be really embarrassing... and sure, it's one thing to read about them- but its an entirely different thing to meet them face to face. How are you supposed to act? Of course you'd have to pretend you don't know them... but they're scarily good at reading people! What if they think you're some kind of stalker??? Or worse!

Basically, I need a reader that is super anxious and an overthinker so they decide to take a harder but socially 'easier' route of just... avoiding them, LMAO

Though yeah, when that realization comes around, and the reader notices a little too late that maybe the Batfam is obsessed over them? And they can't go home? It's so over. A breakdown is definitely imminent.

As for the switch one? I know!!! I love it so much!! I've only read a handful of yandere stories where the fixation for the yans switches, and even less where the original fixation wasn't an asshole, so this is me trying to do that but with the Batfam :]

The feeling of being used will definitely appear every now and again, but there is more of a fear of "something you didn't take seriously now becoming serious and it's too late for you", especially as the reader does try to pull away and break things off from the family, but it definitely doesn't work out.

I'll be honest, there is more than just the idols and the family using the reader to get what they want out of them, but that is the general premise without me getting into details and writing even longer descriptions, lol

For example: just to live, the reader does some shady buisness - but they are trying to get out of it (the family doesn't know they're even doing that kind of buisness, though). The reader also knows a lot of people... more than the Batfam thought! And just generally the Batfam looking into the reader as they realize they don't actually know a lot about them, and through that some of them become obsessed and super jealous...

It's not a lot as the whole switch from the idols to the main character does take more of a focus, but what I've mentioned above is just more things in between and during that gradual switch.

It's even worse then you think that the Batfam was doing it out of malice at first, then it slowly became something else.... oh man. And just how all these little things that meant to harm you, are now supposed to like, be signs of affection??? Super confusing, but god is it dreadful and terrifying.

[eldritch-spouse]

https://www.tumblr.com/eldritch-spouse/749681172914782208/i-want-to-know-how-many-monsters-spend-their?source=share

Imagine Santi's perfect match is that poor bastrad's friend.

The monster is just ranting about getting their heart broken by Santi and is mad at both Santi and their friend. Their mad at their friend because they did the one thing she told them not to do, never fall in love with a thot and their mad at Santi because he could've just been profesional and let them down gently instead of absolutely oblitirating their existence over text (lmao Gallon).

So one day she sees Santi working so obviously she goes over there to confornt him, "I know your buisness doesn't include any emontional factors but you don't have to be such a cold blooded bitch when you rejected my friend. You could've just said no like-" and she goes on a yap session about why she think what he did was wrong.

I think Santi would be overjoyed but also annoyed, like yay my match, but also why is she on my buisness, did my old client send her?

["How DARE you not date my pathetic wet cat friend??!??"]

While Santi would usually be pretty direct in these cases, telling you that his policy and limits are very clear, and that you need a day in his shoes (or lack thereof) to understand what it's like to deal with people who just can't buzz off or think that they're now entitled to his time and affection-

He's not even annoyed.

All the calmness in the world seems to be channeled by the incubus while you point your finger so hard at him you're almost touching him. Not very bright of you, a lesser demon might have snapped it. Santi insists that the two of you sit down to talk over this.

Then come the excuses. See, he has to be mean. When someone gets as in love as your poor (idotic) friend, a simple "I'm not available for a relationship" won't work effectively and neither will a "Piss off", the demon has to hurt them deliberately so that the rose-colored lenses shatter. Would you really prefer it if Santi had gently turned your friend down, only for said friend to keep trying over and over, getting their self-esteem destroyed in the long process? He was quick and merciful, if you think about it.

Ir's definitely very bizarre that he keeps looking so lovingly at you during this conversation. It might even make you guess that's why people keep falling in love with him, because he makes those swoons and sighs and casts infatuated eyes at his clients. But no, in this instance, they are as sincere as it gets. And Santi will try to hurry this conversation along so he can convince you to have him for the night. To see for yourself that there's no reason for someone minimally intelligent to fall in love from his services.

Though, naturally, the challenge is only a ruse, and Santi will treat you in a way that'll keep you addicted to him, coming back over and over, so that he has time to form a bond, to explain the concepts of matching to you. This will be more complicated than usual, he acknowledges it, but like Hell he's giving up.

[onmyyan]

If requests are still open may I please ask for a crumb of yandere papa scarecrow/crane from the dark knight series with a darling who’s like deathly anaemic 😳👉👈💐

A/N: This took me like a year oh God I'm so sorry anon if ur still out there this one for you babes NOT EDITED OR SPELL CHECKED LMAO

TW'S: YANDERE, SCARECROW IS HIS OWN WARNING LMAO, HE THINKS HES SMARTER THAN YOU, DRUGGING

Yanpapa Scarecrow is a menace to everyone but his baby, sure he doses you with fear toxin, but not for his usual goulish reasons!! He genuinely thinks he's helping you in the long run, the moment he realizes his attachment to you, and two things happen.

He feels an overwhelming gut punch of feelings he thought himself long incapable of, concern for another humans wellbeing, fear? For their safety? It was nauseating and exhilarating all at once.

He both loathes and loves how you scramble his mind, of course he has to take you home the first chance he gets, it's the only way to truly keep you safe, because ignoring the fact that you're a fully capable adult completely unrelated to the mad doctor, once he decided it, you were his, and comparing the two of your minds made you basically a toddler to him.

He felt like he was doing you a favor by stealthily breaking into your home, hiding in the shadows of your once safe apartment, tainting the air with his foreboding aura, even though you didn't see him, you felt him. Eyes suspicious as you checked behind your shoulders, the almost childish way you left the lights on, hesitant to be in the dark for some reason, until you had to rest no matter the chills up your spine, you turn off the lights and all but sprint to bed, your chest pounding so hard it's all you could hear.

He's breathing heavily, slowly as he watches you in your natural habitat, his eyes never leaving you as you clutch your blanket closer to your stiff body.

He knows you know somethings wrong. He loves how this feels and before you can open your eyes to face the monster in your room, he's injecting something in your neck with surgical precision, the drug forces your eyes to remain shut, a dreamless slumber, it was a small kindness he could offer you before he began 'fixing you', it would be hard, but he knew you could make it through, you were his kid after all.

He lifts you with ease, taking care to handle you with an uncharacteristic softness. He brushes a stray lock of your hair from your face as he stares down at your peaceful, slumbering face.

"Don't worry, you'll be fearless soon, nothing will ever hurt you again."

Once the two of you settle in a routine, one where he let you out of the terrifying, dark, dank, lab he'd been desensitizing you in, you fell into an oddly comfortable if not occasionally tense relationship.

He's ontop of your health like nobodys buisness, makes you take your medicine on schedule no matter what he's doing at the time, if he feels like you won't on your own he will pause mid torture of some poor soul just to send you a text, "Remember your medicine dove! I will bring home dinner." He says smiling to himself before continuing his torture, his mind half on his research and half on what you'd like to eat.

If you never try to leave him he is surprisingly wholsesome, has absolutly stopped a rouges meeting to answer your call, gases anyone who even thinks of clowining him for it, you two have father daughter bonding days where he has you as his lil assistant, proud of everything you do.

"Go ahead and press the plunger down now darling, don't mind the screaming, it means you're doing well! :) " All and all a great platonic Yandere father figure to have as far as sadistic psychos in Gotham go 🎃🧡🖤

[randomgooberness]

@temothylol you have just plucked the WRONG jenga stick, my friend. 

OKAY SO. the TLDR of this is: Mind(from Freeman’s Mind) puts the sample in the rotator like usual in his canon, but it gets all weird and snaps him into another timeline/universe: HLVRAI, and he’s forced to “go under cover” because the guy who they’re calling Gordon Freeman IS NOT HIM and is likely a government coverup here to replace him- so he has to play it cool as he tries to escape with them. Through this journey he learns the power of friendship and how to not be as much of a fucking asshole. 

This AU is being rped by me and my friend @shineyfish​ ! 

The SUPER SHORT TLDR is: mind makes friends and shit sucks so much but its otay the power of friendship :)

THE LONG VERSION IS:

(warning for blood, gore, and talk about suicide at the end)

Like I said, he’s transferred via Resonance Cascade, and thrown into the HLVRAI universe. When people address Gordon by his name, he goes. Oh shit this guy is here to replace me. What the FUCK. And of course when Gordon asks for his name he panics and goes “MIND. MIND YOUR BUISNESS” and it sticks. sorry dude you’re Mr. Mind now.

Unlike how Freeman’s Mind takes place over the span of a day or so, this follows more HLVRAI’s timeframe. Which should be more like 4 or 5 days but I always write it as like. a Month because it makes it feel more like a journey and I like it.

Just like in normal HLVRAI, shit is Looney Tunes and BONKERS, though, like Gordon does, he adjusts to it with varying levels of stress- kinda going into denial as well- though he realizes Gordon is kinda the “leader” as well as is the MOST NORMAL, so he’s the one he talks to the most- and Gordon himself see’s him as More Normal Than The Rest.

He is, however, more suspicious of Gordon because, unlike everyone else, he doesn’t seem like much of a person outside of Black Mesa! Like, sure, he has a Son, but... that’s kinda it? He likes video games? This guy is suspicious as HELL.

(Meanwhile, the ACTUAL reason as to why Gordon is Like That is because he’s the player characters model. His backstory gets made up on the fly and he’s not given as much stuff as everyone else- not to mention, even outside of being a vessel for someone to play a game, he’s...depressed. And lonely. He has identity issues and doesn’t fucking know what he’s doing with his life except for taking care of Josh every third week and then playing video games when he’s not doing that.)

A Running Theme here is: while it sorta takes a bit, they DO become friends! The cost of this is: Mind is NOT USED TO HAVING FRIENDS. Gordon isn’t either but Mind especially didn’t Plan to make friends nor did he Want to, and now that he’s attached to people, he freaks out more over the shit happening around him. Because he has people to WORRY ABOUT. Meanwhile, in Gordons case, he has someone who is “relatively normal” or another “straight” man in this situation, which means that he gets grounded more often and isn’t as mean- but this comes at the cost of, well, dissociation makes it easy to forget what's happening around you and the weight of it. If you get grounded during a traumatic event you Get More Traumatized. So both of them are more traumatized than their source versions LMAO.

As of writing this, we’re almost half way through RPing act 2, and Mind has only JUST realized he can trust Gordon(which I want to draw the scene where he realizes this SO BAAAD ace did a FANTASTIC job writing Mind starting to break the boundaries between what hes saying Out Loud and what he’s saying in his head), and they’re...getting along. It’s really sweet I like them :)

Another fun thing that they haven’t figured out in RP yet(mostly because they haven’t even realized they’re from separate universes yet), is that Mind is from 2007. HLVRAI is in 2020. I’m not sure how they’re gonna figure that out before they escape but it’ll be really funny. Here’s a post-plot doodle 

OH AND DONT WORRY IT’S NOT ALL JUST MIND AND GORDON. Those two get along the best bc Mind has very little tolerance for bullshit but he gets along with Bubby okay at first(after he betrays Gordon, he fucking HATES him and it’s hard to repair that). He is Scared of Dr. Coomer and sorta hates him, and he is also scared of Tommy but tolerates him the most out of all of the Science Team post-plot. As of right now in the rp, Mind has attacked Benrey NUMEROUS TIMES. Here’s my two favorites 

(dr coomer was played here by my friend Newt, though I play him most the time. I just gave them permission to interrupt as him at any moment because its funny as hell)

I also, just real quick, want to mention post-plot is p similar to my fic Headfirst for Halos, except Mind is also there as a wacky roommate. When Benrey moves in shit is the worst ever and its so funny.

Something I physically cannot refrain from spoiling is the Betrayal Scene. We have no Rped it yet, but we have planned it and the aftermath in-depth and it makes me FUCKING INSANE. 

Basically, like I said, Mind doesn’t trust anything for the first few days- ESPECIALLY Gordon. Also, Mind was going through Withdrawals the first few days(which were only relieved because he eventually told Gordon who started trying to hack his suit to give him some morphine routinely- not too much, just enough to ease his suffering until they got out).

This meant that Mind was very, very prone to shit-talking Gordon behind his back, especially to Bubby. This ends up morphing into a bit of a situation in Act 3. Mind trusts Gordon by then, but still makes a few jokes with Bubby and Benrey from time to time- though he backs out once it starts getting too mean(which is funny as hell because mind is the meanest guy there). Because he backs out, Bubby and Benrey don't trust him to let him in on their plan to betray Gordon, but they don’t throw him into it, either, thinking he’ll be willing to walk away and turn a “blind eye” when it happens. 

...He doesn’t, but he DOES earn a Blind Eye.

Mind dives in to help Gordon, and is IMMEDIATELY overwhelmed by the marines, and suddenly, he’s laying on the floor fighting for his consciousness while he listens to Gordon scream for help.

When he wakes up, he realizes a few things. 

1. He only has half his field of vision.  2. The walls are starting to close in.  3. His first and now Only friend is borderline-dead next to him and missing an arm. 4. The walls are starting to close in.  5. He has to get him, and a guy bigger than him, OUT of here.  6. THE WALLS ARE STARTING TO CLOSE IN. 

So, with that, he has to, in a spur of adrenaline, drag Gordon and himself out of a trash compactor while dealing with a new disability for the first time. Once they’re Out, he has to sit there, watching Gordon’s suit try to cauterize his wound and wonder if he’s going to lose the first person he’s ever Actually Fucking Cared About. He sits there for a few hours, and when Gordon finally wakes up, he is thrust into the position of comforting someone at their lowest point- something he doesn’t know how to fucking do. 

When he sacrifices his bandana to wrap up Gordons arm and try to prevent further blood loss that the cauterization didn’t seal, Gordon says something that, one, no one has ever said to him, and two, sounds a lot like last words. 

Gordon has no problem telling his friends he loves them. He said he loved Dr. Coomer within the first hours of the Resonance Cascade. 

Mind, meanwhile, is only just now realizing he has a friend in the first place, and that friend is dangerously close to dying.

Anyways. Mind does NOT trust Tommy when they meet up with him again, but only stops threatening to kill him when he realizes he’s making Gordon freak the fuck out. 

The Dr. Coomer fight. It goes um. :)

And when they meet up with Bubby, the guy throws Mind under the bus and tells him, right in front of Gordon, that he figured he’d be fine with the betrayal because he was Also shittalking Gordon. Up until that point, Gordon was only really trusting Mind(and sorta Tommy), so it’s a HUGE blow that he starts spiraling from, and Mind is forced to show character development by apologizing genuinely as he can to him and telling him that he trusts Gordon with his Fucking Life. Mind ALSO has to go through the extremely unsettling realization that him and Bubby are in more similar boats than he thought, messing with his black and white thinking patterns. 

Mind struggles with the concept that he might’ve just ruined his friendship with Gordon until the guy suddenly announces that, because he’s so bloodloss right now, he cannot lead, and appoints Mind as leader instead. Mind goes through the thought process of “OH YAY GORDON LIKES AND TRUST ME AGAIN!” to “YES. POWER FOR ME. I DESERVE TO LEAD” and then “OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS IS THE MOST STRESSFUL THING IN THE WORLD”.

another theme, and probably my FAVORITE, is their different stances on life. I’m putting this at the end because it has a Huge suicide warning.

Mind wants to live. He wants to get out of here, and live his life. He has Plans, he is always coming up with More Plans. 

Gordon...doesn’t plan. He doesn’t consider what he’s doing when he gets out- he asks everyone else, and then freezes up when he’s asked in turn. And, in the worst moments, he impulsively tries to die. In HLVRAI, this man has had at least 4 suicide attempts. He only spirals like that when his stress spikes, but it’s still not a good thing at ALL, and a sign that there is something deeper here.

So, when Mind witnesses all this with Gordon, he’s...horrified. The first time Gordon threatens to kill himself, he thinks he’s joking- because like, it was funny. Making a joke about shooting your brains out if you have to swim again is funny. But then when the guy tries to Swim Into A Blade, he realizes he isn’t joking. And he has no idea what to do, because his first ever friend wants to die and he’s already stressed at the idea of losing him from Outside sources.

It’s a contrast that is FASCINATING to work with and we’re having fun toying with it.

anyways thanks for opening pandoras box. I’m sure i have more to say but it’s all stuff ill eventually talk about or im forgetting and will discuss later. feel free to ask questions if youd like i feel insane over this naruto and among us crossover au

[deelovesbooks]

911 s7 finale liveblog!

the amount of anxiety im feeling cannot be healthy rn

omg omg omg ok ow i just stimmed too hard and hurt my hand

oh man chris :(((((((

oh shit oh shit okay yeah chris called the grandparents

mara :(((((

lmao i called that the shocked diaz parents was seeing kim

ohhhh Athena

ooooooooooooooooh Athena maam thats a bad idea thena put the gun away

i dont like this lady im suspicious fr

Maddie Han 😍

yeah in danger from you

oh is that the Prayer book eddies holding?

ok its very tense but im loving the teamwork connecting the dots. also love how up in eachothers buisness the 118+ fam is. Sketchy call from athena? better call chim

oh buck and eddie sitting in bobbys room :(

lmao that 911 nba commercial startled me i was so confused

Athena miss maam leave this man alone

i still cannot believe that we get Angela fuckin basset on our weewoo show

Aw Amir

if thats not bobby fucking waking up and fighting the intubation im gonna lose it

the fact that buck is in the same shirt for the bucktommy date as he is in the hospital rn is the only thing holding me together bc if bobby died they wouldnt have the date right?

[also jesus christ why are there so many fuckin medication commercials? america are u ok?]

lmao Athena bout to start her own fire

lmao amir and athena about even now? sorry i threatened u here let me save ur life pls dont press charges lol

BOBBY!!!

OH THANK GOD ok i can untense now lol

"god i hope so" THOMAS

[ok was that just my stream or was there a weird cut edit during their conversation?]

ok yeah hes 13 he should have some choice but also hes 13. have him stay with like hen and karen or even buck for little bit if he needs space not in another state!!

Awwwwwww grant-nash family :')

please excuse me while i go cry :(((

I CALLED IT!!!! MADEY THE COUPLE YOU ARE!!

amir :')

yes bobby accept ur a hero

oh thank god we were wrong its bobby n

NO FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

IN THE MIDDLE OF MY SENTENCE SAYING IT WASNT HIM

FUCK FUCK FUCK SHIT GOT DAMN

i legit threw my glasses off my face onto my desk the viceral reaction i had to that motherfuckers face

i- fuck. thats the only thing i got. fuck.

there was only a minute left i assumed the angst and bittersweet part would be chris leaving and ya know he grant-nashs not having a house but then

we knew. we all as a fandom knew that it wasnt just a coincidence that gerrard was at the medal ceremony. i had hoped that it would be one of those instances where fandom read to much into it and thought about it way harder than the actual writers like what usually happens but no.

fuck

[br1ghtestlight]

So, Im a huge Mr. fischoeder fan so wondering if you have any Hc regarding him,especially his younger days cause there is so much potential there with his father and his missing eye. Tysm!! I'm huge fan of your blog Btw!!

i love mr fischoeder he's so fun!!!! of course i have headcanons about him :)

he's at least five years older than felix and bcuz their parents were Not great at being parents he actually spent a lot of his childhood raising felix and basically being parentified and thats why his relationship with felix is so fucked up and toxic bcuz calvin treats him more like a child that he still has to take care of and felix feels like he's never been treated as an equal (bcuz calvin mentally cant see him as an equal) they probably need to go to therapy together tbh

in general their parents were not great parents and treated their children more like employees in training and they expected to be idolized and worshiped (which they very much were and still are) they had a few good family moments but overall it was a very unhealthy upbringing?? calvin and felix both decided they didnt want kids bcuz they knew that their parenting style would be very similar and they (probably subconciously) didnt want to destroy a child the way they were destroyed

felix took out calvin's eye when he was just a kid maybe like 11 or 12 bcuz they were having a stupid arguement, he felt HORRIBLE and so guilty but calvin was like whatever its fine lmao He generally is so chill considering how many times felix has tried to murder or physically attack him, i dont think he ever really gets angry at felix or holds grudges bcuz thats his baby brother :)

calvin has been in very few serious romantic relationships bcuz he finds it difficult to commit to another person or actually care about them also women usually date him for his money which he's fine with but it doesnt lead to a real emotional connection (his realtionship with bob is ironically stronger than any romantic relationship he's ever been in)

^^ felix is the same way but he's totally okay with being used for his money he doesnt give a fuck (he secretly longs for an actual emotional connection though)

calvin is not straight but obviously was never open about this bcuz of how homophobic society was when he was growing up, he's always going out and having sex with male strippers/sex workers and everybody in town kinda knows but they keep quiet bcuz thats his personal buisness, the only person he's ever openly discussed this with is felix and never in any serious depth (felix promised to not tell their dad even though he knew that if he did he would be more likely to inherent his family's money and tbat is a promise he did keep)

calvin is actually very into fashion he just doesnt have a lot of opportunities to show off his knowledge, if bobs burgers wasnt a cartoon he would probably wear different extravagant outfits every single episode

mother fischoeder died when calvin was in his early 20s and it was an early death and probably due to an illness of some kind, his father died much later in life maybe when calvin was in his 50s

calvin absolutely loves reality tv drama shows like the bachelor and gets super into them and has favorite contestants, he invites felix to watch with him sometimes and its a brother bonding activity that they both enjoy <3

calvin wanted to be a singer when he was younger (before he took over the family business) and he will take any opportunity to sing in front of a crowd

[romaritimeharbor]

honestly, one of my favourite things about the hoyo games is how they deal with immortality, im a sucker for immortal characters who dont enjoy being immortal and vise versa, yknow?

its why baizhu and yaoshi are so interesting to me, especially baizhu. most of the liyue story themes revolve around modernity vs. tradition and mortal life compared to the reclusive adepti, usually (im pretty sure its always?) siding with the former being better. so a character like baizhu, a mortal man desiring immortality is just so cool and i wished they gave enough of a shit to write him better (not that his writing is bad, especially compared to some other characters, but its very obvious the writers couldnt choose between a 'kind doctor' character or a more black jack-esque doctor who can cure anything but is pretty morally gray, especially the 'charging people a bizzare amount of money' thing)

one baizhu moment that i think about constantly is from his story quest where xiao tells him "immortality may not be the blessing that you imagine it to be." and i just wish hoyo could expand on that. like imagine wanting immortality more than anything and then basically being told by an ancient being "its not my buisness but please dont its awful."

(also yeah genshin's worldbuilding sucks so bad lmao, i've played through all of the main story and read alot about the lore and i still barely know What is even going on)

NO IT'S REALLY ONE OF THE COOLEST THINGS!!!!! hyv writing is kind of questionable most of the time but i think they did well in their handling of immortality. it's really fascinating to me.

baizhu wants to attain immortality so bad, to save others, to save changsheng, and maybe to save himself (just throwing that last one on there for fun tbh i think he's way more worried about others; the other potential victims of changsheng's contract if he does not end it asap, changsheng herself, etc). i wonder what he must've felt when xiao outright told him "immortality may not be all that you think it is" LIKE???? this ancient being told you not to do it. but he'll continue doing it anyway. a man who is blinded by his ambition. hmm. and yeah i do agree! but i also hope this particular trait of baizhu's was done for a reason, not just bc the writers couldn't pick between tropes. baizhu was written impressively well compared to some others, so i HOPE it really is there for a reason.

(GLAD I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE BECAUSE I SWEARRR SOMETIMES I HAVE NO CLUE WTF IS GOING ON)

but to add my own little commentary regarding yaoshi bc i never stfu about them: yaoshi is so fascinating to me for so many reasons.

do they know about the consequences of their blessings? if so, did they warn the alliance's ancestors, and did those people just not listen? or... did they not say anything? if so, why? OR do they just not know?

(either way i think the xianzhou's explanation of their history is bullshit. girl why did you all go LOOK FOR THEM and ASK FOR IMMORTALITY and then get mad when they did what you asked....... smh. This is why we can't have good things [<- is biased])

to add onto that last point, are they so all-consumed by abundance that they cannot see beyond their path and cannot even perceive the harm their actions cause? it would be such a fascinating idea, because this would also explain why lan is SOOOO obsessed with them (just say you want to kiss them bro it's ok 😒 /J); if the "aeons are all-consumed by their path" is true, then lan literally cannot do anything BUT hunt yaoshi down. the trailblaze can do nothing but trailblaze, which would explain why they disappeared. They Trailblazed Too Far. but if this were true, then what would this mean for aeons like long?

OR. is yaoshi simply an amoral eldritch being, whose motivations and thought processes cannot be comprehended by mortals? adding to this point, why the fuck does the xianzhou alliance "categorize" the aeons GIRL THEY ARE ELDRITCH DEITIES NONE OF THOSE MFS ARE "GOOD" OR "EVIL" ❗️❗️❗️❗️

[christotokos]

✨ Director's commentary on recent hanahaki au ✨

a right to be lonely is the fic in question.

i've had a lot of false starts with trying to do more hanahaki with pony in fic. for some reason it's been really hard for me over the years since i dropped the original ones in 2019/2020. usually because either it's a very long journey to get ponyboy to dallas or because... ponyboy chooses, actively, to not pursue to dallas. he's a lonely figure in hanahaki and usually prefers isolation than to interrupt dallas' life.

so this was part of a prompt for @analognostalgia and instead of trying to wrestle with that i just tried to write a small moment. just ponyboy at home, minding his buisness, not admitting anything. just a glimpse into what his life is like, in the sort of loneliness he's living in a way that's not... bad or good. just it is what it is.

probably my favorite part is how ponyboy finally does leave the house and is annoyed that the movie he saw was bad LMAO.

favorite line is this one, summing things up: "It's okay. His heart wasn't owed to me, and he's happy with someone else. And I ain't a homewrecker, neither."

[i-arch-my-backula]

hi!! how are you? i hope you are doing well! 💗

First of all, thx you so much for answering my request! It was so fun and cute to read!

Second, ik I've literally came here like 2 days ago but i was just wondering,,, can i get some "going on a vacation at the beach with their s/o head cannons" for the Sawyers and the Sinclairs?? Cause omg i think it would be chaotic and fun 🤠✨

That's all! Don't forget to take care of yourself and give yourself some love! ٩(ര̀ᴗര́)ᵇʸᵉ

OF COURSE YOU CAN! I don't care if you spam my requests honestly cause I'm running out of ideas. Thank you again for the love. So because I feel like it would be very unlikely that either set of brothers would go to a beach I changed the setting to a lake like beach. One with a shore but it's not salt water. Same thing just private. I mention some other stuff because it's my head cannons for hot men and I get to chose the setting. Lmao sorry for the little rant thing I hope you enjoy. Reader is gn.

Side note I kept thinking about these guys (Mainly the Sinclairs) shirtless and I kept getting so flustered and giggly it’s so stupid dude. 

Slashers going to the "beach" with their s/o

Includes: Poly! Sawyer and Sinclair brothers

Warnings: Strong language, mention of a dead animal, idk if this is upsetting but the mention of throwing frogs 

The Sawyer brothers

Drayton would not go with you because I feel like he's too focused on buisness or whatever he has to do. So it's you Bubba, Chop Top and Nubbins.

Bubba will just wear what he usually wears and I feel like the twins don't have bathing suits so they'll just wear regular shorts in the water.

These boys have very resilant skin. Never been sun burned before and can handle heat well. If you do get your hands on sun screen the twins will refuse to put it on at first but after the see you helping Bubba put it on they'll change their tune. They’ll also watch you put yours on but Bubba is quick to call them out. 

Chop Top can swim pretty well seeing as he was in the Vietnam war. Nubbins just kinda floats like a duck in a way. Like he'll lay on his back and just ride the waves that pass.

Bubbas just gonna watch nervously while everyone else swims. He doesn't know how to swim and will freak out if one of you drowns. Make sure to go back to the shore every 15-20 minutes to let him know you’re ok. 

I don’t think the twins are the kind of people to splash water they’ll throw wet sand at each other. Like pick it up underwater and chuck it at each other. They might throw it at you too but in a loving, playful way. 

Bubba would bring a radio, drinks and snack too just in case. He knows how brutal Texas heat can be. 

If you just lay out in the sand or on the dock and tan the boys (mostly Chop Top) will probably just look at you from time to time and how peaceful you look laying in the sun.

(I say this next part because this happened at a beach I was at once) If one of the twins find a dead fish they will pick it up and either chase one of you with it or just chuck it back into the lake. 

The Sinclair brothers

Like the Sawyers there’s a secluded lake in the woods near the house and you’ll go swimming there. 

Bo will take this as an oportunity to take a day off work and make a day out of it. Lester will insist on bringing Jonesy with the four of you. 

Bo and Lester will definitly swim but Vincent will be more hesitant. He will bring his sketch book and maybe some paint with him but he probably won’t swim. If he does he’ll strip to his boxers (totally not losing my mind over thinking about this) and take off his mask. He’s a strong swimmer and might go out pretty far. 

Lester can hold his breath for a really long time so he just holds his breath dives to the bottom of the lake and grabs stuff. A lot of it being stuff the three of them threw into the lake when they were kids. He’ll pull it up onto the dock and sift through all of the crap he finds. 

Bo just mainly swims and watches out for his brothers and the dumb shit they do. He’ll join you up on shore from time to time and if he feels like it he might pick you up and throw you off the dock. He does this in a loving manner and you can totally get him back for it later. 

If you’re standing in more shallow water one of the boys will have their arms wrapped around you, sorry I don’t make the rules. 

I feel like they also spent a lot of times as kids hunting frogs. Lester was the best at it because well, first of all his name is Lester. So unlike throwing wet sand Lester will put a frog on Bo or just throw one at him. Bo won’t get scared but if you do it enough times you’ll have to break up a fight. 

Vincent might wander off a bit and pick some wild flowers to give to you or to just float along in the water. 

At the end of the day Vincent and Lester will beg Bo to do this again another time. 

[looonnamoon]

Okay Okay, yesterday I came up with an Idea and ran with it lmao I feel like this oneshot sucks ass because of that like this morning I just BREIFLY looked over it and said "fuck it". Whatever. (Also I took slight inspiration from The Great Gatsby bc I just recently finished reading it and idk it was in mind when I was writing this oneshot)

I've had this brainrot for a couple days now so hope you like it sweets!

Mafia!Bakugou x waitress reader

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You woke up feeling groggy, the strings of sleep still holding but slowly letting you free from slumber. The sun, calm against all furniture and your sight as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Silk and fine softness is what you first feel. The flowing white curtains breeze against the floor, just barely touching it. Apple cinnamon resting all around you, subconsciously making you feel warm and slightly fuzzy inside. You let out a small yawn as your mind sluggishly fumbles to remember what happened that led you to this paradise. Your breath was slow and steady as you re-traced your steps to the events of last night. Ah. You rembered now.

You were a waitress at a well known bar, the usual sounds of old, rich men arguing and communicating buisness deals, smell of heavy smoke, and voracious clapping after a show from their favorite singer filled your senses usually. You were also one of the more well known workers there as your father owned the small, quaint little (though, through multiple changes and adjustments, became quite large) bar. Everyone knew you as his "heir" of sorts (a joke) and respected your decision to not take over. You weren't one to manage such a successful buisness like this and you wished to pursue your own career. But still, you worked there because you couldn't just cut all ties with the bar.

Yesterday night was no other, the usual customers came in and greeted you while more foreign customers just looked at you and scoffed under their breath. You were used to it. You served their drinks and ignored their vulgar conversations on drugs, alchohol, trafficking, whatever. As long as you got a tip, you didn't need to get into buisness. It was now, 7:30pm and just on time, he came in. And as always, the room would only slightly quieten while he walks through the room, almost making a beeline to his usual spot. As always, he would have someone different by his side, usually wanting to cut a deal with him or something. At first you didn't think he noticed, but he did when everyone watched him as he walked to his usual spot. He sat down, and the tone of the room went back to its regular condition. Men chatting and rambling about something, women trying to woo the Don from across the room, and you would walk over to him and give him his favorite drink. Whisky, on the rocks. He was a simple man, he always was. You knew that. And like clockwork, he softly grabbed the glass, as if it were about to break in seconds and looked up to me.

"Thanks, doll." He said, his voice was smooth and crisp like vanilla, crimson eyes peering into you with admiration and charm. The same look that he would always give you every time. Bakugou Katsuki, one of the most notorious dons in the city, admired you. You two met when he was in the middle of one of his meetings. You came to his table and fluently picked up the empty glasses, when you came to his glass and picked it up, you looked over to him. He was well fitted and intimidating, eyes piercing through your soul as their redness calmed down, only slightly.

"Thanks, doll." He spoke, entrancing you with that same, smooth voice that still made you blush to this day.

"No problem, sir." You responded, quickly, Professionally. He continued looking at you even when you left the table and continued your work. You are beautiful to him. He always thought that, even on the first day he met you. Every Thursday, after that, he would just keep on coming to the bar, steadily adjusting his timing to exactly 7:30pm. He would always sit in the same spot and would ask for the same drink. Whisky, on the rocks.

You went back to his table, his colleague calling you over to refill his drink. Bakugou wanted to ask you something as well. You knew that, too.

"Thank you, you're a real peach." The man spoke politely.

"No problem sir!" You responded, just as nice. He deserved it anyway.

Just as you turned your heel, you were stoped by a gruff voice.

"Wait a sec. Can I talk to you for a minute?" Bakugou asked you. If you looked real closely, you would've sworn you saw... desperation of some sort? But he covered it up well with his confidence and suave.

"Uh yeah for sure, Mr. Bakugou but I'm real busy right now and-"

"After closing then?" He interrupted with a tone of plea.

"Yeah. If you're willing to wait that long I mean."

"I wouldn't have suggested it otherwise, doll." He continued looking at me, now with relief and a small smirk. I smiled at him softly and fully turned my heel to head back to my work. The night then went on as usual, the flamboyant singing soon turned into soft jazz, the clamoring voices quieted down, and by the end of the night, everyone you knew had long gone, except Bakugou who stayed at his usual spot, finishing a cold water. This was the first time you saw him stay. Usually, when he would ask, you would politely reject him, the intimidation of a man who loved you that much pushing you away from him. You had come to love him too of course, over the past few years he's been here with you, (he had started small conversation with you periodicly and you Teo got to know a bit of eachother) but his admiration had always confused you. Why you? Why not one of the other women or men who would desperately try to court you every evening he came? Why you, instead of a wealthy woman, who can be as foolish as a robot. Why you?

You walked over to his table and took a seat, your feet thanking you for relaxation from hard workday. You both sat across from eachother in silence. You both have never gotten this far. He then spoke to you, you followed after. You remember the conversation only briefly, as you both switched through topics of discussion and quickly got comfortable with eachothers presence. It felt so nice, to finally talk alone. At was now 9:40pm, the night was now in full and the air was cool. But the bar that currently inhabited the both of you was filled with warn air and the scent of cinnamon apple. Laughter bouncing off the walls as you recounted tales from your childhoods. Bakugou looked at his watch.

"It's 9:40, doll." He spoke briefly, before looking at you, laughter dying down.

"Is it now? Wow, we have talked for over two hours!" You yelped. You both giggled in agreement for a bit and rested again.

"Would you... like to come to my place for the night? It is quite dark outside and you live a bit far, do you not?" He inquired.

"Yes, I do live far, Bakugou but are you sure? I wouldn't want to intrude into your home." You asked politely. In reality, you just didn't want him to possibly realize that you aren't the right person for him.

"Yes, I'm sure doll." He would always call you "doll" no matter his mood. You also didn't understand why he called you that. You let your mind wander as you looked ouside the window of his car. The tall, withered buildings slowly turning into beautiful mansions and glimmering lights. He pulled up to one of these mansions, smaller then some, but big enough to be comfortable. Your eyes shined in the night sky as you sized up the house.

"Do you like it, doll?" He asked, a hint of proudness in his voice.

"Oh my, Bakugou, its- it's beautiful!" You breath was taken away as he led you into his glorious home, happily leading you through hallways of marble and gold, decorating and glistening in the night. You both then met the bedroom. Bakugou looked at you again.

"I have a couple clothes that you could wear and if you want, I have a spare bedroom you may sleep in for the night." He spoke, sincerely. You then pulled yourself only a bit from this fantastic image to a throbing thought in your mind. You decided to keep it to yourself for a couple more minutes as you changed into his more larger clothing, the feeling of embroidered silk touching your skin making you feel dirty for even wearing it and pushing the thought further to the forefront of your mind. You walked out of his closet and knelt on his bed, while Bakugou layed down, looking up at you with the same admiration he had for you since he first met you.

"Why me?" You asked, exasperated.

"Why you?" Bakugou questioned, curiously.

"Yes. why me?" You repeated, anxiousness slowly filling your throat as you awaited his response.

"Because," He started. He sat up and softly held your face, as if you were a glass. He thought. "I don't know. You were so interesting to me, doll and I couldn't resist that." He spoke quietly. He leaned in closer and you did too. "I don't know. But what I do know," you could feel his breath against yours, hotness mixing together. "Is that I would like to get to know you much more better." His lips pushed against yours in one swift motion, signaling you to move as well. Your mouths slowly dancing between eachother while fireworks exploded in your hearts. It only lasted a moment, until you pulled away. Hooded eyes locked onto eachother more intensly now, love still blinding your sight. You smile a small bit. "I would like to get to know you better too." You whispered.

"That's wonderful, doll."

"Doll"

"Doll"

"Doll!"

You blinked out for your trance quickly as you slowly looked over, your muscles sore from your previous position.

"You looked out of it for a sec. You alright?" Bakugou asked, with a small smile on his face, the sun shining onto his features as he held two plates full of food.

"Yeah. I'm fine. I was just thinking, is all." You responded, softly.

"Hmm okay, doll. Well, I have breakfast here with me. Wanna eat in bed today?" He questioned again. You smiled and nodded, glad that you accepted Bakugou's request to talk to him, finally.

[gyubby99]

Okay so

I did mention she was supposed to be alastor's love interest but I kinda scrapped it out bc I didn't want to ship him with anyone for a while lmao

Heres their backstory if u rlly wanna know:

So in life she came from a priveleged household where she gets basically anything besudes freedom. She gets the material shit but she doesn't quite have the freedom to choose. Like, her mother decides what she wears, what she eats, what she does, and apparently, who she marries.

Now she's grown to love radio, as she just loves nusic. She listens to the radio while she does her work, or when writing something down.

Also note: she's also from the 20's like Al

Which is why they actually met each other. Ruth has always adored him because of his lively entertaining nature. He would always take notice of her too, as one of his beloved listeners.

She came up to him to give a compliment, in which he gracefully accepted. She wanted to be a singer, (she can play piano) and she was hoping that if she does, he would be the one to broadcast it on the radio.

I'd like to think al isn't that much priveleged as she is. They're both poc but the difference is she was born into a sort of rich family, so there was no way her mother would approve of it.

I think he was the one who had the privelege to see her wild side. The one that doesn't just sit and look pretty and drink tea. I do think their usual meeting spot was in his radio station where he would show her how things work.

Sometimes they would dance to his favorite songs there.

Shes asexual so they never did funny buisness. They just looked into each other's heart and soul and decided they'd love them.

Unfortunately, one faithful day, she had been married off to a man who was a higher class than her family to keep financial stuff running.

Her sin was, the night before their wedding, she poisoned him to get away from the marriage. Then she ran off to find Alastor. (Who gave her the poison)

And she found out he was dead.

She died due to execution, when police found the evidence and got her a death penalty.

Unlike Alastor who's always smiling, she never smiled again. Because the only time she actually did was for a memory that never lasted

OR I JUST WANTED A CLICHÉ SHIP DYNAMIC WHERE ONE SMILES A LOT AND THE OTHER ONE DOESNT SMILE OFTEN EXCEPT WHEN THEYRE AROUND THEIR S/O.

Lmk if I should put her back into the VERY DEEP DEPTHS OF THE VAULT

Also, her actual demon form:

(She's a raven)

@disneyanddisneyships the hellaverse oc from the very deep depths of the vault I'd been talking about in that one post

Ruth :)

[alleycat-arcade]

Exclusive Event in "The Seven Lords: Knight of Memories"!

The devs for this game are really big fans of events, huh? Not that I'm complaining. 's good for buisness.

(The second part of my Obey Me! Reverse AU is taking a little longer than expected, since I wanted to ensure I got the characterizations as good as I can. But! I did have a fic in my drafts that I planned on posting later, so I figured this would suffice as a sacrifice. Forgive me for Satan simpage lmao, if my Belphie one was finished I would've posted it too iojesifdj)

A Simple Meow-stake (Satan x Gn!Mc/Reader)

Content Warnings: Somewhat crackish, catboyification, a touch of Spoilers from the "Mammon and the Cat" audio drama, Suggestive towards the end( +18, Mature Themes/Content ) (I'm going with +18 for this just to be safe)

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Giving cursed objects to Lucifer was something he'd done thousands of times, he could practically do it in his sleep if he wanted. But, what did the eldest sibling do this time? What had upset the Avatar of Wrath enough to make this cursed object that radiated an intense sense of power? Yet again, Lucifer had rejected the blonde's requests for a cat, just one little cat. He had even asked in the nicest way he could manage this time!

Satan stared down at the enchanted object in his hands, rolling the shiny silver bell in his palm with his thumb. A smirk played over his face as he held the simple pet collar in his hands, one he made sure in a big enough size that it wouldn't just slip off. But, Satan did still have one concern. He wanted to ensure that the spell would actually work, since it was more of a homemade spell than usual. It was an adaptation of the curse that lingered over one of his forbidden books, the Forbidden Book of Cat Transfiguration to be exact. When he had brought the book back to his room initially, his plan was just to put a false cover on the tome of something Lucifer liked and when he would open the book, BAM!, Lucifer becomes Lucifur! Yet, that didn't feel like a good enough revenge for the blonde. Anyone could just pick up a black cat with a bad attitude, take a picture with it, and say that it was actually the Avatar of Pride. Not even a video of the spell would be good enough, seeing how far video editing had come in the Devildom. Levi could probably make an even more convincing video than an actual one if he wanted to. He had been sitting with the book in his hands, using spell proof gloves, just staring at the cursed item until a particular memory popped into mind. One having to do with a cake, and some Paws and Claws. He hadn't managed to get any pictures for some delicious blackmail at the time, but a picture of Lucifer with cat ears, a tail, and collar? He could even livestream it if he needed to. Now that would definitely be something he could hang over the Eldest's head for a decade or two. Or at least, just long enough to get himself a little fuzzball or forty to call his own. He'd even made sure to curse it in a way that it could only be removed by another person, so he'd have to swallow his pride for once and beg!

Still, there was really only one way to actually see if the spell had worked. He had texted Mc to come over and be his assistant for a new spell he was trying, but they had informed him that they'd be running late since they had offered to go out with Belphie to pick out some new pillows after a few of his larger ones went missing. The Avatar of Sloth could sometimes be very particular about his pillows, especially if they were on the larger side. Satan might've tried to see if Mammon could be his test subject, but the second eldest was also out for the night, dealing with some "Witchy" business. His other brothers weren't much of a good option either, since they were busy with their own hobbies and the like. And Lucifer himself was off the table as well, since he had cursed the door to his study for the rest of the day.

Leaving the Avatar of Wrath with only one option. Well, not exactly one option, but he was becoming impatient. Plus, only Mc would be coming into his room this late at night, since they had promised him they would be coming there right after they returned from pillow shopping. As he checked the spell he placed on the door, in order to allow only Mc and himself to open it, he took a deep breath and adjusted the length of the collar. He sat down on his bed and fumbled with the plastic clasp, until he finally managed to click them together. He scoffed at his own nervousness and shaky hands. What even was there to worry about? Mc liked cats, Mc enjoyed his company, so a cat-eared Satan would probably make them happy. Maybe they'd even call him cute... Plus, Mc would take the collar off if he asked them to, because he would be subject to an intense bout of teasing if one of his brothers caught him like that. Even if he wanted to back out now, it would be useless with the magic he casted on the clasp.

After a while of sitting with the collar around his neck, he began to feel like the spell didn't work. No feeling of ears and a tail emerging, all he felt was tired. Perhaps he had expended too much energy earlier making the damn collar, or he had casted the wrong curse on the collar? Either way, he felt like he just wanted to curl up and take a nap. So, he did. With his eyes drooping, he laid on his side, ignoring the book he had set on his bedside to read before he went to bed that night. He supposed a little nap couldn't hurt, Mc would be home in at least an hour anyway and he could discuss the spell with them then.

He slept for maybe 20 minutes at most before he woke up again. Satan let out a yawn and went to rub some of the sleep out of his eyes, but found himself struggling to move. With a noise of frustration he began to sleepily thrash about, assuming he had gotten himself tangled up in the blankets and sheets. It took a bit, but with one final kick he was free of his cloth prison. Satan stretched and looked over at he thought would be a mound of his bedding, but instead found his clothes tangled together in a mass. Odd, he would have had to pull his shirt and sweater over his head to get out of them, but he remember going right out the top. So either he had stretched the top of his apparel enough to squeeze himself out or... Or he was smaller. Satan gulped as he reached a hand towards the clothes pile to check the necklines, only for a fuzzy yellow paw to come into his peripheral vision. He felt the hair on the back of his neck raise, along with the rest of it that ran down his spine. Leaping off his bed, he frantically searched for a reflective surface. Asmo had been to his room plenty of times, he was bound to have left a mirror or something laying around.

He didn't find any of his brother's hand mirrors laying around, but he did managed to find an old full sized one tucked away in a corner. He grabbed onto the dusty cloth covering it with his ha- paws, tugging it off and kicking up debris everywhere. He recognized his familiar green eyes as he batted the dust out of his face, but he knew he was definitely staring at a cat. A fuzzy yellow cat that wasn't all that much bigger than the typical kitten, at that. Even as a cat, he seemed to lack in the height department. A million thoughts began racing through the Avatar of Wr-nya-th's head. He must've messed up the spell, but where? He was sure that the curse he had placed on the collar was different enough from the tome's that it would have had the same effect as last time. The most it should have done was give him whiskers and claws alongside his intended effects, not fully turn him into a little cat. It seemed that he must have underestimated his own magical capabilities. But the once he thought over the reason why this may have happened, an even more frightening thought crossed his mind. The original spell would've only turned you into a cat for a set amount of time, but Satan remembered that he had designed his version of it to keep it going until it was taken off. So, unless he found someone to take it off for him, he was stuck like this until the magic dispersed from the collar. And with the intense magical power it had been radiating earlier when he had freshly cursed it, who knows when it would actually end up wearing off? Satanyan sat in the middle of the floor, unsure whether to feel pissed off or mortified. But it seemed that mortification would win today, as the door to his room opened with a soft click.

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{Switch to 2nd POV, Mc/Reader}

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You opened the door, only to lock eyes with a small yellow cat. You didn't say anything, instead leaning your head back out into the hallway to quickly gaze around, before pulling it back in and locking the room with the two of you. A smile crossed your features as you walked a bit further away from the door and crouched, softly clicking your tongue. The most response you got from the little fuzzball was what you guessed was a skeptical glare. "Aw, c'mon little kitty. C'mere. You can sniff my hand if you want." You extended your hand to him, making sure your palm was faced away. Satan was torn. As much as he would've normally loved for his crush you to run your hands through his hair and fawn all over him, he felt like he would die of embarrassment if he just turned back into his "human" form while you held him in your lap. So, the two of you just sat there for a while, having a stare-down.

You were the one who finally caved, raising yourself from your crouching position and looking around the room. Satan didn't even need to guess who you were looking for, he had invited you over after all. "You're one of Satan's cats aren't ya'? He's not hiding around him somewhere is he?" You looked back at him to ask. The Avatar of Wrath attempted to respond, but just managed to let out a soft meow. "Ah, sorry. Cats don't talk." You took a good look around, checking all the places your friend could've hidden himself before giving up and plopping down on his bed. You'd eyed the pile of clothes curiously, but assumed that he must've changed before leaving to where ever he had gone. "Well, little cat, looks like it's just the two of us for now. I would leave you alone, but I don't want Big Bad Lucifer to catch you." You were about to pull out your D.D.D. and check if you had any texts from Satan about where he went, but you were interrupted by a mound of fluff hopping into your lap. "Oh? Changed your mind?" He refused to meet your eyes. Gently, you began petting him. Forceful enough to still be counted as petting, but light enough that he could tell you were trying to gain his trust. With each stroke of his fur he felt his resolve become whittled away, leaning more and more into your touch. At some point he had begun purring, but he was too lost in the wonderful feeling he was experiencing to care. Satan couldn't figure out if it was because he was a cat that he was enjoying this affection so much, or if he was just that touch-starved.

"You remind me a lot of him, yknow?" You said, still petting him as he slightly stiffened in your grip. "You don't look that much older than a kitten based on your height... Perhaps he's imprinted on you?" Mrrp. "Haha, I can't tell if that's a yes or a no." You chuckled. "It's too bad he's not here though, I was looking forward to seeing him. I mean sure, I see him at dinner and school, but it's different when you spend some one on one time with someone." A sensation of guilt crept up his spine as your fingers drug across it. "Hey lil' guy, can you do me a favour for a second? I just need you to look me in the eyes." You stopped petting him for a second as you made eye contact with the yellow cat on your lap. Once or twice you went to speak, before your face grew lightly flushed and you looked away. "Ah, sorry about that kitty." You resumed stroking his back. "I just had a dumb thought is all." His face did his best to match his confusion as he batted at your arm gently. "O-oh, did you want to know what I was thinking? Well, I guess since you're a cat you won't go telling anyone, and I don't think Satan's been practicing any spells that let's him speak to cats so..." You paused to take a deep breath, still not looking at him. "I just thought that may I'd try and practice confessing to him on you. No kissing or anything weird like that! It's just, you look a lot like him is all, so it'd be like saying 'I love you' to the real thing, y'know." Even though you were just talking to a cat, you felt your face heat up as you continued to look away while petting it. Satan stopped moving in your lap all together, frozen from shock at the words your mouth had just uttered. You loved him... you loved him... you loved him?! He felt like he was about to combust on the spot. Eventually you turned to look at the unmoving creature in your lap, worried for its health. "Are you alri-" You couldn't finished your sentence as the cat suddenly headbutted you. You wiped your lips off from where they had tapped with the feline's, before attempting to pick it up and move it away. "Listen little kitty, I like cats, but not like that." Before you could even begin to move him however, a deep need to sneeze overtook your senses.

As you finally sneezed you felt an heavy weight in your arms. Much heavier than the cat you had been holding. As you opened your eyes, you found yourself holding a familiar blonde in your arms, hovering him a bit above your lap since you were still holding him in the air. You squeaked and dropped him down, where he eagerly burrowed his head into your neck. You could still hear him purring like a cat before he pulled away to look at you face to face. "I- I love you too. I love you too, Mc." His gaze flickered in between your eyes and the rest of the room. "Satan, you were-" "The cat, yes. Made a mistake with the curse. It's worn off now though." You tried to avert your eyes as you blushed, locking onto a prominent pair of ears on top of his head. "I- uh, I think it's still in effect." As you spoke, his face began to redden even more. Suddenly, you noticed the tail that swished behind his head rapidly, in an almost agitated manner. You began to raise your hand to touch where you assumed the base would be. "A-ah!" You felt the demon on your lap dive back into the crook of your neck as your cold fingertips had traced across his spine. His bare spine. You finally looked down at the entirety of Satan's back over his shoulder, to realize that he was not only not wearing a shirt, but no pants as well.

The only thing he was wearing was the plain collar with a silver bell on it.

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(Okie doke! Back to working on the Reverse AU fic now! If theres any issues with this fic, I'll pop back in and fix 'em when I get the time like usual. Bye for now!)

[soggycheezit]

Multi x Witch reader

ghostbur, techno, Philza, dream, sapnap, ranboo (Platonic),

She/her pronouns :)

Sfw

Platonic and romantic

this is going to be a multi part series, starting with ghostbur <3

Third person POV

1/6

PLEASE READ THE AUTHORS NOTE AT THE BOTTOM.

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it was a late night, Ghostbur couldn’t help but enjoy nights like these. they reminded him of being alive. sure, he didn’t have many memories from alivebur, but he knew that Will loved laying in the forest on nights like these. he liked laying on the forest floor with his family, pointing out weird bugs and looking at the stars.

his family.

after Wilbur died, Philza and techno distanced themselves, espesually Philza. he said he couldn’t bare to look at him. he said that ghostbur always had that look in his eyes, the same look wilbur gave him when he was killed. Killed by his own father. they didn’t like ghostbur. tommy was always angry at him for what Wilbur did. he didnt remember much of what he did, he just knew it was bad. he hurt people. he was sorry.

amidst Ghostbur’s thinking, he stumbled upon a little cabin in a plains. it looked very cozey, a nice night time house maybe. ghostbur made his way through the wall and looked around. it was dark and quiet, it was fully furnished, beautifully decorated. it smelled of cinnamon and nector. someone must live here,

“ I wonder where they are” he thought to himself.

he floated over to the bed, and laid himself down, wrapping himself around a large body pillow. 

he had almost fallen asleep, when he was woke with a start, a unheavenly shriek sounded from next to him, something jumped up from next to him, onto the floor next to his bed.

before he could say anything, even stand up, he heared a female voice whisper in the dark.

“Etiam”

 his body went still, he couldn’t move, speak, anything, panic set in.

with a snap, every candle in the room lit. to his surprise, it was a small women, dressed in a black night gown. her seemingly long hair was put in a bun, little hairs were spun in every direction. black makeup was smeared on her eyes, he assumed its from sleeping in it. her eyes were the strangest thing, he could tell they were Y/E/C, but there was a dark red tint over it.

“how dare you enter my cabin, are you here to lynch me? burn me? Like the rest of the witches of my kind? you will not take me down so easily. all you humans care about is inflicting pain on others. this land used to be beautiful, now look at it, flowers don’t even grown anymore. for what? the wretched wars? we all live here together, but you choose to fight for whos alpha, rather then try to get along. state your buisness”She sneered, when her rant was over, she waved a hand over his face, and with it, his ability to speak and move his mouth.

“Ma’am please! I apologize for entering your home, I thought it was abandoned. I am no longer human, look at my skin, it is transparent. i died long ago in one of those wars you speak of, I no longer has many connections with the humans of this land.” his voice was high pitched and afraid, never in his life, er, afterlife was he legitamently afraid, i mean, he was a ghost. how much more dead could he get? but if she was truly a witch as she claimed, then who knows what her magic could do to him.

she took a minute to look at him, his hair was fluffy, covered by a beanie. his skin was a strange gray, almost glowing. he was right, his skin was see through.

she let out a breath, and with the breath, his body was able to relax.

“I apologize for bothering you, I will be going now” he said quietly

“wait”She said as her neard the wall he intended to float through. “its raining, the rain will burn you. You can stay here for the  night. Just for tonight.”

“thank you, I apologize for scaring you, My name is Ghostbur” He said calmly

“I’m Y/N, its alright, I just can never be too careful, would you like a drink?”she asked, pulling out a clear bottle with green liquid in it

“No thank you, I do not like alcohol.”

“its not liquor”She snickored “its syrup made from violets, its the sweetest substance around”

“sure, Ill try it” she was right, the first sip was euphoria, sweeter then any pastry from niki, better then anything he has had.”

“so, Y/N, I don.t mean to entrude, but You said you were the last of you’re kind? I see a lot of witches around here, they like to stay in swamps.”

“those women aren’t real witches, they are just sad old women, hurt by the world, deadset on revenge, experts in making potions,. its sad really. I am from an anciant race of witches, we do not live to hurt people, we are children of nature.  the humans learned of our power a long time ago, and beliving we were a threat, started taking us out, coven by coven, until it was one by one. I am not the last of us, just one of the few. we all seperated when i was young, I was in the last coven, it was raided by a demon and a small dimond dwarf. we fended them off with minor casualtys, but the elders knew that if we stayed together, the humans would be able to find us easily.so at the ripe age of 6, i was sent off, we all went seprate ways. i don’t know whos still alive and whos not.” she geminced, sipping on her syrup. “what about you, ghostie?”

“I’m sorry that happened to you, 6 is such a young age. well there isn’t much to know about me, I don’t remeber much from when i was alive, i know my name was wilbur and I was the leader of a rebal army, I was a bad man, But i’m not like that anymore. the damage I did was iriversable, I no longer have a family, or friends. I just live my life exploring, floating around.”

“you don’t have a home? then what do you do when it rains, or how do you eat?”

“i usually just sit under a tree when it rains, or if im lucky i find a village. and since i’m dead i don’t really need to eat, i mean i enjoy doing it and i get hungry but it is impsoible for me to die of starvation”

“hmm, I have a proposition for you Mr.Ghost, how about, you stay here with me from now on, I will feed you and protect you from the eliments, and in return, you help me fetch  things i need for my spells and rituals, it is dangerous for me to leave alone. its a win win situation.”she said, side eyeing him.

“sounds like a deal to me”ghostbur said, smiling widly while finishing off his drink. he finally made a friend

OKAY COOL. I’m really excited about this series:D I work full time so I will not be able to post one everyday everyday, however I will try my best to not leave ya hanging for too long :) starting here with ghostbur and ending with ranboo, some will be romantic and some will be platonic, such as this. I apologize for any spelling mistakes, I typed this out on my computer lmao

[a-pretty-nerd]

Self Indulgent Shigaraki Nonsense Part 2!

Tomura Shigaraki x pregnant!reader headcannons

Lmao I'm obsessed with this idea, I'm having so much fun with it. I love it, and I hope you guys like it too!

Warnings: Pregnancy and pregnancy related issues.

(I couldn't find the original artist for this, but just know that someone out there is a very talented artist lol)

After the initial reaction,

Shigaraki doesn't want to take you back home to the others. He doesn't want anyone to know.

He still wants you to get an abortion. It makes you feel, unwanted. The more he mentions it, the more it hurts you.

You knew he wouldn't be happy or excited about this, but neither were you. This just, hurt.

He stayed with you a few more nights in the hotel. He didn't want to leave your side, apart of him was afraid you'd still run. That you'd choose the baby over him. The other part, wanted desperately to protect you. To keep you safe and to him, an abortion would.

It would leave you free and untethered to him. He knew, objectivley, you shouldn't be with him. And he knew that if you ever needed to, in order to keep yourself safe, he would understand. But the idea of losing you made him unreasonably upset. What felt like sadness would soon turn to rage. He just, didn't want to lose you. He thought it was selfish of him to think that way, but he couldn't help it. It tore him apart from the inside out.

The years of having you around made him emotionally dependent. You cared for him in ways no one else had. He stayed up at night wondering where you had been his entire life. You felt like a missing piece of a puzzle.

He layed with you in bed one night, unable to sleep. He watched your sleeping form, the way your chest heaved up and down with every breath. His eyes ran over your body as a few fingers pulled away the covers. He eyed your belly. He felt his stomach turn as he thought about it all.

There was already so much he didn't know. He didn't really even understand how you knew you were pregnant or what stage you were at. What would a baby like his look like? Visions of a horrible monster came to mind. No matter what, it was no good. He had to convince you to get rid of it before it was too late. Before it tore you apart.

The basis for his fears were unknown, even to him. He knew thats not how things really worked, he knew his fears seemed ridiculous to you, but still. He felt guilty. He felt a sense of dread as he thought about it. It took two after all. He felt like he had condemned you. He like he had wronged or hurt you.

"This love, loves the trouble." He remembered you saying. He thought you were being foolish, blinded by your feelings to see realisticly. How could you not see? You were doomed. If the monster inside you wouldn't kill you, then it would tie you to him for forever. It'd be born into a world he hadn't solved yet, even if it could help him, it wasn't a tool. If you ever needed to leave, go off and be safe somewhere else, you couldn't. It would always tie you to him. It made him feel sick. You would never have the freedom he wanted for you.

You stirred in your sleep, your eyes slowly coming open before you turned to look up at him. He looked down at you, warm tears falling down an emotionless face. He was so lost in thought, he didn't realize he was crying.

"Uh, Tomura? Whats wrong? You're crying." You sat up and started to wipe the tears away from his cheeks before he wrenched himself from your grasp. He sat on the side of the bed, hunched over, before he got up to use the bathroom.

You sat there in wonder as you laid back down. He was no doubt thinking about the baby again. Baby. The word seemed foreign to even think about. A baby. Lost in thought, Shigaraki came back into the room. The light from the bathroom masking his silhouette in the door frame.

"You have to get rid of it." He mumbled.

"We've been over this before, I'm fine. Nothing bad is going to happen. Women have babies all the time, I promise-"

"No...you don't understand. You can't do this to yourself." He shuffled forward to the bed.

"What?"

"Think about it this way, you'll be rendered useless to the league. You and I were dangerous enough, but now,"

"Well damn, I didn't realize I'm such a fucking burden."

"THAT'S NOT-" He bit his tongue. Yelling at you or showing his anger never solved anything, it only made things worse. "You're not a burden. You're in danger. As a villian you run so many risks but the moment you got busy with me, you made yourself vulnerable. You made me, vulnerable. Adding a third into this, makes not only us more vulnerable but them as well. If the heroes knew we were involved with one another the way we are, they'd take advantage. They'd threaten you, they'd kill you if they got the chance."

"Then we won't give them that chance." You uttered. He balled his fists and turned away, holding his head down.

"It's not that simple. You don't understand."

"I understand just fine, Tomura. You don't think I haven't thought about all the ways this could go wrong? Tomura, you're all I have. You are my family regardless of a third party, you're my best friend and I love you with everything I am."

"This isn't about me. I can't promise you anything, I can barley keep you safe now. If you choose this, I can't do anything for you. I can't promise your safety or comfort. And especially not happiness." You crawled along the bed in a hurry before reaching out to grab ahold of his wrists. He froze.

"You make me happy." You told him. When he didn't move you spoke again. "You make me happy. All I want is you, all I want is to love you and be loved by you. I'm not asking for safety or comfort, I lost those a long time ago. I'm just asking for you." He stayed silent for a while, not moving or saying a word. The only sound in the room being his heavy breathing. "Tomura?"

"I feel torn." He rasped.

"Torn between what? Your war and me? You don't have to choose."

"No. Not that." He pulled his hand away from your grasp. "You would still choose me, choose me to be a father. Knowing what you know." You pasued and thought for a moment. He watched you.

"I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't mean to put you in such a difficult position. But I know you. I know how kind you can be. I know you're whole goal is to create a better world for people, to free humanity. I know the pain you struggle with and the issues you face. But there is no other soul I'd choose over you."

"You're so foolish." He sighed, crumbling as he sat down on the bed. You wrapped an arm around his shoulders and rested your forehead against the side of his. "How could a woman so smart, be so ridiculous?" He rested a palm on your knee.

"Love does that sometimes, doesn't it?" You spoke softly.

"It does. It makes me a fool." He turned his head to press his forehead against yours in a sweet gesture.

"For the record, I think you'd make a fine parent." He scoffed at you.

"I doubt I will." Will. Will? The word echoed in your mind.

"I guess you'll just have to wait and see." You said with a smile. Tomura leaned in and gave you a soft kiss. You leaned into it and took deep breaths as you ran your hands over his chest. He rested his palm over your hand placed on his knee.

"This isn't a game yknow. We don't get second chances here." He warned, squeezes your hand.

"I know."

"Its still early isn't it? You still have time to rethink." He told you, slowly turning and pulling you in to hold you tightly.

"I guess..." you trailed off.

"Just...if anything goes wrong...if anything happens to you..."

"I'll be fine." You reassured.

"You can't know that. How am I going to keep you safe?" He muttered to himself, tucking his face into your shoulder.

"I'll be more careful, I promise. And I'll stay away from dangerous missions, and I'll stay away from heroes from now on, alright?" You told him, rubbing your hands up and down his back.

"Just....think it over...please..." He begged.

"Alright...I'll think it over..." You made no promises. With that, Shigaraki agreed to bring you home. Not saying a word to anyone about your whereabouts. Toga asked you privately about your absence, mostly to confirm that you were alright. You brushed it off, saying it was a private mission or something like that.

Toga knew more than the rest. She asked more questions, knew more details. She knew the true extent of your relationship. Being a close friend of yours, she was trusted with more information than most. Others were lucky if Shigaraki even answered questions about your relationship, declaring it was none of their buisness and to leave him alone.

You didn't tell Toga, you couldn't. It wouldn't matter if she knew or not and getting someone else mixed up in your buisness was a bad idea. Life went back to normal, you went about your buisness as usual, but soon symptoms started to become more of a hazard as the weeks passed. Certain smells like cigarette smoke and eggs would make you violently ill. Nausea and fatigue haunting you throughout the day. You'd wake up feeling sore and groggy, unable to shake the feeling. It bothered Tomura.

He'd watch you raise from the bed and shuffle off to the bathroom with a deep stare. Observing you with a dark gaze. For the most part, he kept his opinions to himself. He knew there was little he could do. His only hope was that you would see "reason". If this is how you felt now, imagine your suffering later. The more pain and frustration you experienced, the more Tomura's heart ached. He felt responsible for your pain. Unable to shake the idea that he did this to you.

"Have you given it anymore thought?" He asked you. Entirely out of the blew, and while you were trying to relax no less. You laid on the floor, pillows piled underneath your head as you browsed your phone. Your feet propped up in his lap as he played a game on the Tv. You peered out from behind your phone screen.

"I have."

"And?" He didn't change his position or attitude.

"And what?" You looked back to your screen.

"Isn't the cut off date coming up soon?"

"Sure is."

"You have to make up your mind soon." You paused and thought for a moment. You watched him play.

"I have."

"Well?"

"I still want this." You told him. He paused his game and froze.

"I don't understand..."

"Pardon?"

"I dont understand!" He shouted. His anger directed out to the Tv instead of you. He dropped the controller and let his hands hang limp as he propped his elbows on your shins. "I don't understand... Taking so many risks... because of me."

"Well, we're villians. Isn't taking risks what lifes all about?"

"I...I'm sorry..." his shoulder began to bounce. His head hanging low while he balled his fists. You sat up, realizing he had started to cry. You placed firm hands on his back to rub and comfort him. He cried, his hands coming up to cover his face and wipe away his tears. "This is all my fault..." He squeaked.

"Tomura, sweety, it's okay." You held continued to rub slow soothing circles over his back. The other on his knee in an attempt to ground him.

"I don't understand...why...why you want this...I don't get it...it makes no sense!" He sobbed. "Why, WHY!?" He clung to you, reaching out to dig his gloved fingers into your sweater in an attempt to keep you close. You held him tight, running gentle fingers through his hair. You let him cry a little longer before answering.

"You know how they say 'love makes you do crazy things?'" You started.

"That's not a reason!" He argued.

"Well, sure, but...it's true isn't it. I mean, our relationship is evidence enough, right? But besides that, when I found out, I was scared too. I'm still scared. But the more I think about it, the more I want it. It makes me smile to think about. I get butterflies and its all I can think of. It's like, I'm falling in love with you all over again." He looked up from his place tucked away in your chest. His eyes red and tired from his crying.

"But why me?" He groaned, "you could have this with anyone you wanted. Why me?"

"Because I don't want anyone else," you squeezed him tight with a smile, "I want you." You planted gentle kisses on his tear riddled cheeks. He let out a soft sigh before pulling you in to give you a proper embrace. He tucked his face in your neck and took deep breaths, as if to savor the feeling of you so close.

"I'm still sorry," he grumbled, "I got you into this mess."

"Hey, it took two, right? Besides, I don't know about you, but I had fun." You squeezed his thigh, trying to lighten the mood. He squirmed in response.

"Not funny."

"What? For sex that good, I'd let you get me pregnant all over again." You chuckled in his ear. He squirmed again, his grip on you tightening.

"Don't say things like that." He scolded half-heartedly. His voice soft, he was embarrassed. You always knew how to get under his skin. Somehow, the way you did it, Tomura found it endearing. It felt fun and lightheaded the way you teased him. When you first did it, he tried to ignore it, he found you annoying and rude. But as time past, and he found your pestering of your fellow teammates pretty funny, he grew to enjoy your witty banter.

He slowly started to run kisses along your neck. He never really understood what you saw in him. Initially, he thought you wanting to be so close with him was an attempt to gain more power. But there was no evidence to support that, you just genuinely enjoyed his company. He found that bizarre. Tomura was well aware he had a bad attitude and was generally a pain in the ass to deal with.

But you got to him. When you were gone, he missed you. When you made a joke or teased, he laughed. When you were close, he felt warm and comfortable. More comfortable with you than without you. He grew way too attached for his liking. Especially now, he cursed himself for loving you. He called himself selfish and reckless and stupid. He beat himself up for it.

Regardless, if this is what you wanted, he would make this happen for you. But as the deadline came and went, he grew more and more paranoid. If the Heroes got ahold of you, it was game over.

[pastelpaperplanes]

How do you get art ideas?? I'm supposed to be working on a drawing for an art trade but I can't come up with any concepts or poses I like, all I know is what character to draw. Sorry to bother, but any advice would be appreciated!

Poses go hand-in-hand with body language—or I guess also like the emotions/personality of the character you’re working with

Try looking into whatever character you’re drawing! Are they typically anxious? Are they a bit snobby? Are they a little gremlin filed with rage and energy up to the point where they look like they’re gonna explode if someone looks at them the wrong way??

Lmao all of these charaters, just looking at little snippets of their personalities, you can make the assumption that each would NOT usually show the same body language! An anxious character may look a bit slumped, kinda drawn in, and probably would have a sheepish expression. A snobby character might have their hip cocked at an angle that means buisness, might have a big ol sneer, and they’d probably have maybe some exaggerated hand/arm posing. A GREMLIN could be so dynamic they could look like they could be trying to manifest into an iconic Mario pose or they could he even crouched, all splayed out with a devilish grin.

ahh those are just a few examples but you get the idea: Dynamic posing depends on EMOTION and personality!

I also recommend looking through google or Pinterest for some figure references! That’ll help get the inspiration going✨ hope this helps