#but if i were to add it now it would kill my soul so. yeah 🧍‍♀️

[7-andahalf-rats]

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[inez-winchester-cameron]

Run. (18+)

↠Pairing: Soulless!Sam x Reader x Demon!Dean (mentioned Crowley x Reader)

↠Summary: After running into a dark room, you end up in the hands of the Winchesters, one soulless and one a demon (SMUT, WC:3,490)

↠Cw: Threesome, dub-con, rough sex, choking, nipple pinching/twisting, pussy/face/thigh slapping, blindfolding, oral, throat-fucking, squirting, unprotected sex, roleplay, tying up, degradation, hair pulling, cum in places it shouldn’t be, arousal from crying, just very rough sex

↠Notes: I made a vote the other night abt what fic you guys wanted next and this won :) I’ll probably end up doing the other two at some point but this is what ya’ll get for now. Hopefully this makes up for my lack of uploads. Apologies, I’m a loser band kid and have marching band things to do and those tire me the fuck out. Anyways, I quite literally soaked my shorts writing this so hopefully yall enjoy this as much as I did :)

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Your heart was beating faster than it ever had before, you could feel it in your head, your stomach, everywhere. Your breathing came out panicked, after running across the bunker. Your legs could only carry you so far before you stopped, looking around to make sure you weren’t followed. Slowly, after making sure they weren’t behind you, you turned the handle on the door and stepped in, backwards. 

You were being chased by none other than the Winchester brothers, one soulless and the other a demon. Unfortunately, you hadn’t realized until it was too late and they had you right where they wanted you. You were caged in, no matter where you ran in the bunker they could get to you. You knew you were only delaying the inevitable, they would find you and kill you, for fun. You stepped backwards into the room, slamming the door. You let out a sigh of relief and began looking for the light switch but you ran into something. Someone. 

You let out a gasp as you felt a warm tall body, and then the room filled with the deep chuckle of your ‘boyfriend’, Sam Winchester, “Hey baby.” But he wasn’t your Sammy anymore, he had no soul. He took it upon himself to switch the light on and you were met with his sinister smirk. You gasped again and walked backwards but once again you ran into a warm body. This time, arms wrapped around you and you instantly knew they were the arms of Dean Winchester.

“Did you really think you could run from us?” Dean whispered lowly into your ear. You let out a small whimper, as tears filled your eyes. There was nothing you could do. 

Sam chuckled at the look on your face and moved closer, ignoring your flinch when he cupped your face, “Aw, baby, we’re not gonna hurt you.” He gently stroked your cheeks.

“He’s right, princess, we have other plans for you,” Dean adds on.

“O-other plans..?” You stutter out.

“Oh yeah, baby, you were bad,” Sam says, still stroking your cheeks, “We’ve gotta punish you.”

Dean let go of you and walked over to the closet. You soon realized it was Dean’s room that you had stumbled into and attempted to hide in. Dean approached the closet, opening it. You couldn’t see him as Sam made you look at him but you could hear Dean russling around in his closet. Eventually he pulled out a box. He approached his bed and pulled out two ropes. He looked to his brother, “Undress her.”

Sam smirked and turned to you, “Just hold still, baby, okay? Make it easy on me.” You whimpered and shook your head and Sam’s eyes got darker, “I said hold fucking still. Do you wanna be hurt? Cause I’ll hurt you, baby.” You whimpered again but held yourself straight. Even though the situation wasn’t ideal, you had to admit, you were kind of into it. Sam undressed you until you were nude and exposed to everyone in the room. This wasn’t a new thing to Sam, you two had sex a decent amount, but the soulless and Dean part was all new. Dean smirked at the view of your backside he got. A whistle left his lips and your face got warm.

“Sammy, your girl’s so pretty. You should share her more often,” Dean said, with a smirk. Sam just chuckled in response.

“Get on the bed,” Sam pushed you forward and you quickly got on the bed, on your back. You didn’t want him hurting you. Dean smirked at the sight of you.

“Fuck, Sammy,” he mumbled, “If I was you I’d be balls deep in this every night of the week.” Dean started tying your wrists to the headboard, not bothering to check if the ropes were too tight before doing the same with your ankles, making sure your legs were spread. Your face was burning in embarrassment, and Dean noticed, “What? Embarrassed? About little old me?”

This situation was still less than ideal, your boyfriend and his brother were heartless. But with how hot the two of them were above you, you couldn’t find it in you to care. Your heart was still beating out of your chest but you found yourself getting into this situation. You slowly nodded, answering Dean’s question. 

“Fuck, you’re soaked, baby,” Sam muttered under his breath, running a finger up your slit. You shivered at the sudden contact, his skin was cold. Sam smirked at this and kept teasing your slit, refusing to touch your clit or push anything into your hole. Dean stood off to the side, watching his brother play with you. As he watched, his lips curled into a smirk. You instantly knew he had a devious idea, and the thought of that both excited and scared you.

“Hey princess, why don’t we play a little game?” Dean purred, digging around in his box of toys. Sam watched Dean with curious eyes, wondering what his next move would be. 

“I don’t know,” you mumble, feeling a bit uncomfortable. You watched as Dean pulled out a blindfold.

“Shhh, it’s okay, princess,” Dean cooed, coming over to you, “We’re just gonna have some fun with you. We’re gonna put this on you and have some fun with you and after a few minutes we’re going to make you guess who it was. You guess right, you get a reward, you guess wrong? Well you’ll see what happens then.”

“B-But I’ve never been touched by you before, Dean,” you looked up at him, eyes wide. 

“But you’ve been touched by Sammy plently, so if it feels unfamiliar than it’s probably me, hm?” Dean explained.

“You’ll do great, baby,” Sam took the blindfold from Dean and covered your eyes. Everything was instantly dark. It was already scary enough fucking the two heartless Winchesters but the added on loss of a sense made it even scarier. Not that you got a choice in the matter, you knew they would be having their fun, whether you were willing or not. It’s not as if you’ve never thought of this before, being completely at Sam and Dean’s mercy. As much as you’d never cheat on Sammy, you have thought about be taken by both of them at the same time. You even found yourself browsing through some of the ‘Dean x Reader x Sam’ written by the Supernatural book community. There was a specific one you remembered that featured Soulless Sam and Demon Dean, and it turned you on more than you’d ever admit. You were brought out of your thoughts by a set of hands on your body, and a pair of lips on yours. 

The hands were big, rough, but the lips were soft, gentle. You found yourself leaning up to kiss the man on top of you back. His hands roamed your body, groping your tits, your hips, your ass. A low growl was let out as you opened your mouth to let him explore. Soon enough, he was biting your bottom lip, ignoring the gasp you let out. His hands got more and more rough, squeezing at your tits and ass. You let out a whine as he played with you, and a small smack was placed on your hip, as somewhat of a warning not to complain. After another moment, the man stepped away and Dean’s voice, “Okay, princess, guess.”

You thought for a moment, Sam was normally rather gentle with you, unless you’d pissed him off and he hadn’t been pissed off at all today..It had to be Dean.

“D-Dean?” You stuttered out and a low chuckle left Sam’s lips.

“Nope,” Sam answered, “It was me, pretty girl.”

“O-Oh..” you replied, suddenly very nervous and scared. What were they gonna do? The boys chuckled in unison at your fear.

“That’s okay, princess, you have two more wrong guesses until you get punished,” Dean explained and it went silent again for another few minutes before a pair of lips was on your neck, kissing. The man on top of you didn’t touch your body, he just kissed your neck before beginning to litter hickeys all over it. He was relentless, never letting up for longer than a few seconds. He spent a long time sucking hickeys onto your neck and marking you up. Moans and whimpers left your lips but he didn’t smack you like Sam did. That was what you noticed and decided would be the deciding key. Eventually, after what you assumed to be ten minutes, he pulled away. 

“Guess,” Sam said.

“Dean,” you said, confidently and Dean smirked.

“That’s right, princess. Marked you all up so everyone knows you’re ours,” Dean said with a smirk. Another minute passed before you felt hot breath on your soaked core. After a moment, a tongue dipped forward and began circling your clit. You bit your lip and a smack was placed upon your thigh at this.

“Let us hear you,” Sam spoke up, but you couldn’t tell if the voice came from between your legs or from elsewhere. You pondered this for a moment and let your lip go as the tongue on your clit kept going. Eventually the man inbetween your legs leaned in and started to suck on your clit, flicking his tongue over it as he worked. Quiet moans and whimpers left your lips as he worked on you. After just a minute or two, he had you shaking as you came on his tongue, but his didn’t let up.

“Please-!” You called out, pulling out the restraints but the ropes were tight, it just caused a burning sensation on your wrists. You stopped pulling but whined as the tongue was relentless, “Sam, Dean, please!” But neither of the boys answered you, continuing to work you towards the edge. Soon enough, a finger was pushed into your greedy, wet hole. Your loud moan echoed throughout the room as he did. Soon enough you were clenching around the finger, nearing another orgasm, but just as you were about to go over that edge, he stopped. An even louder whine left your throat, as the man got up. You heard the loud sound of one of them sucking their finger clean. 

“Such a little slut,” Sam muttered, “Guess.”

Your brain malfunctioned for a second, you completely forgot the point of the game. Shit, who was between your legs?

“Sam?” You guessed, genuinely having no reasoning.

“Nope, was me, princess,” Dean spoke up and a light smack was placed against your thigh, “You better start guessing right or you’re in for a punishment, baby girl.” You gulped, waiting for their next move. After a moment, another man was between your legs and above you. You felt the tip of a cock rubbing against your slit. You let out a whine at the teasing and eventually the man pushed in. You instantly knew who it was, you knew that cock anywhere. You were partially relieved, you wouldn’t need a punishment but part of you was also curious. What would the punishment be? Would they get rougher? 

The man bottomed out and just sat there for a minute, before giving a few slow, deep thrusts. The cock didn’t come back out but Dean’s voice came from above you.

“Who is it, princess? Who’s inside your slutty pussy right now?”

You knew it was your Sammy but something compelled you to answer a different way.

“Dean.”

This time both of the boys chuckled in a sort of sick, twisted way. 

“Wrong,” Dean leaned down and whispered into your ear. You shivered at this and soon enough the blindfold was removed. Sure enough, Sam was inbetween your legs, balls deep in your pussy, while Dean stood off to the side. You noticed that both of them were fully undressed. Your eyes flashed to Dean’s dick and you found yourself licking your lips. Dean’s hand grapped a fistful of your hair and pulled on it, forcing you to look up at him, “Did ya hear me, slut? You were wrong, you’re going to get punished.” Dean then looked to his brother, “What should we do to her Sammy?”

Sam licked his lips for a second, eyeing up your body, before responding, “It’s hard to pick. We could stick something in her pussy and just leave her here for a while. We could hurt her, I know she’s a little pain slut. We could use these holes until she’s sobbing. We could even call Crowley and some of his demons over, let them have a couple rounds with her.” You made a face of digust, but your pussy told the truth, as you clenched down on Sam’s cock. Sam chuckled, “What do you think, Dean? Wanna let her be a little cum dump for everyone we know?”

“As much as that intrigues me, she’s ours for right now. Maybe we’ll leave her here after we’ve had our fill and let her be used by a couple of our buddies,” Dean said, laughing when your eyes filled with fear, “But for now, I think our little whore deserves to be treated like the little whore she is.” Sam chuckled, reaching forward and pinching your nipples, hard. A yelp left your throat but Sam ignored it, twisting them. Another sick amd twisted smirk formed on Dean’s face as he watched his brother hurt you. Sam slowly started fucking you again, still going in slow, deep thrusts. He kept your nipples in his fingers and he kept occasionally twisting them, ignoring the look of pain on your face because he could feel you clenching down on his cock. You were too focused on the pain to notice Dean speaking to you, “Open up.”

After you didn’t answer right away, a slap was placed upon your cheek and you were instantly looking at Dean with wide, scared eyes. He repeated himself, “Open. your. mouth.” You instantly obeyed, sticking your tongue out and suddenly Dean was forcing his cock down your throat. No minute to adjust, his cock was instantly down your cock. You gagged and sputtered but he ignored it, gripping your hair roughly and making your head go up and down on his cock. Sam sped up his thrusts, continuing to twist and pinch your nipples with one hand while the other came down and smacked your clit.

“Fuck,” Dean groaned out, “She’s such a little whore.” 

“I know, man, she thinks I actually like her but truthfully I just like having a little obidient fuck toy. Just an object to help get my dick wet.”

If you weren’t being played with, that comment would’ve hurt but in your current predicament it just made your pussy twitch. Sam brought his hand down onto your clit again and you moaned around Dean’s dick. Both boys sped up their pace at the same time and you were once again gagging on the dick down your throat. Dean didn’t care though, he was getting his fill. You let out a loud moan, nearly screaming as Sam hit your cervix with his thrusts.

“Aww, is my cock to big for your little pussy?” Sam asked, smacking your clit again. You were pushed over the edge at that and started cumming around Sam’s cock. Sam felt this but he didn’t stopped, still thrusting. You whined but they didn’t care.

“Be a good fuck doll, good fuck dolls stay quiet,” Dean commented, wrapping his hand around your throat. He lightly squeezed down and groaned when he could feel himself buried in your throat. He kept his hand tight around your throat and continued using your throat. Squelching noises came from both ends of your body as they used you. Suddenly, Dean pulled out, biting his lip and stroking his cock over your face. Sam watched, smirking. The boys eyes met and they came in unison, Sam in your wet cunt, while Dean came all over your face. Your eyes squeezed shut as cum splashed in them but Dean just laughed, reaching forward, holding one open and purposely getting his cum in it, “Act like a slut, get treated like one.” Tears fell down your face at the cums in your eyes and a choked out sob left your throat. Sam joined Dean in laughing. The boys laughed at you as you kept tearing up, trying to get your vision back to normal. Cum was all over the rest of your face as well, lips, nose, and even your hair. After a few minutes, you sniffled, and managed to be able to keep your eyes open.

“You done bein a baby?” Sam asked, pulling out. The boys switched position and your eyes went wide.

“W-What’re you doin?”

“Did you think we were done with you, princess?” Dean asked, as he lined himself up with your pussy.

“That’s too bad, baby, because watching your little crying fit just got us hard again. Besides, you wanna give Dean a turned with your pussy, dontcha?” Sam smirked.

You hesitated for a moment but silently nodded, embarassed. Sam chuckled, and lined his cock up with your lips. The boys made eye contact before entering you in a swift movement, both at the same time. You gagged on Sam’s cock as well. Sam’s cock was bigger than Dean’s, so it hurt more in your throat but Dean’s didn’t hit your cervix as he entered your pussy. You were greatful for this, as Sam had probably arleady bruised it and it already was sore. Dean set a fast pace, and you moaned around Sam’s cock. Sam set a much slower pace, enjoying watching you choke on his cock. 

“Her pussy’s so tight, Sammy,” Dean commented, “You’re a lucky man.”

“I sure am,” Sam said, “I got the best fuck toy of them all. Even if she’s a whiny little bitch sometimes.” You choked each time Sam bottomed out in your throat but Sam didn’t care, whatsoever.

“Ever made her squirt?” Dean asked, smirking

“Once or twice,” Sam replied, speeding up his thrusts into your throat a little bit. 

“Wanna see a cool trick?” Dean asked with a smirk and Sam nodded. Suddenly you screamed around Sam’s cock, at the feeling of Dean pushing two fingers into your pussy with his cock, “Come on, slut. Don’t be a fucking baby.” Tears filled your eyes at the stretch, it hurt. But Dean didn’t care. He kept thrusting, and began to finger you at the same time, finding your g-spot and roughly pushing his fingers against it. You let out a loud scream again at this. Sam smirked and watched intently while you choked on his cock. As Dean had mentioned, after just over a minute, you were becoming a water founation on Dean’s dick. Sam’s eyes went wide and his dick twitched in your throat. Sam pulled out nearly all the way, leaving his cock to rest on your tongue. He stroked it while watching you squirt all over Dean and he let out a groan, cumming onto your tongue.

 He pulled his cock back, “Stick your tongue out.” You did as told, a pool of Sam’s cum still resting on your tongue, “Now keep that there while Dean finishes his fun with you. Dean didn’t let up after you squirted. Whines and whimpers left your lips as Dean continued to use you, but you were focused on keeping Sam’s cum where he told you to. Sam watched, intently, “Oh and if you spill a drop of that, we’re gonna invite Crowley over and let him have his way with you. All night long.” You couldn’t help it as you moaned loudly and began squirting on Dean’s dick.

“Fuck,” Dean groaned, cumming deep inside you as your pussy convulsed around him again. He let his thrusting stop and he pulled his fingers out, rubbing your clit, hoping to make your squirt last longer, “You like that idea, slut?”

“I bet she does,” Sam said, smirking, looking at your face. Your eyes were crossed, tongue was out, but like a good girl, you managed to keep Sam’s cum resting on your tongue, “Good girl, baby. Swallow.” You instantly swallowed it and pushed your tongue out again to show that it was gone. 

“Andddd scene,” Dean joked, pulling out. A genuine smile appeared on Sam’s face.

“You okay, baby? We weren’t too rough?” Sam asked, while Dean started untying you. 

“Come on, Sammy, she loved it.”

You smiled at Dean and shook your head, looking into the eyes of your loving boyfriend, who was in fact, not soulless. 

“Good,” Sam smiled and stroked your cheek gently, “Had so much fun, baby.”

“Same time tomorrow?” Dean joked, which earned him a harsh glare from you, “Fine fine, no same time tomorrow.” A light laugh left all of your guy’s throats and Sam leaned down, giving you a long kiss. Luckily, these men weren’t a demon and a soulless man, they were your boyfriend and his brother, who just happened to stumble upon a fic you were reading and both cared for you deeply. 

Sam pulled away after a moment, “I love you, baby.”

“Love you too, Sammy.”

[arachniee]

✰ The Arbiter of Justice.

Ex Situationship! Alastor x Female! Overlord Reader , Vox x Female! Overlord Reader, Lucifer x Female! Overlord Reader

₊˚✩彡 Summary: Famously known as hell's only demon that can break contracts between other sinners, you were very sought after by those who wish to free themselves from the wretched hands of their soul owners, much to the dismay (annoyance) of the other Overlords.

₊˚✩彡Notes: okay so, i know you're probably wondering why this came out faster than the parts of my other series, lets just say that i absolutely despised the first drafts i had and had to redo and edit some stuff again, but hey, here you go (this is not proofread, you have been warned)

╰⪼ “Those fuckers are back!”

Vox yelled, flailing his arms out with each syllable that left his petty mouth. Great. First, he found out that the radio demon was back from whatever hole in hell he's been hiding in for the last 7 years, and second, that bitch in the shadows made her appearance again after a whole decade! God, isn't his life just fucking great.

Valentino wanted to snicker, mock him because of his childishness. But he couldn't, for he too was not pleased with someone's return. Sure, he could live without Alastor, and yeah, he could live with the radio demon around. He didn't really care about him, it was only Vox who hated Alastor so much to obviously express it. But the Arbiter? Valentino would even thank any exorcist who manages to kill her. Though, he knew not to expect anything. Since the Vee’s have never really laid a scratch on her skin, no matter what they did. 

“I thought she was gone for good too.”

It's been almost 10 years since she left, leaving the Vee’s to assume (hope) that she'd never return and potentially ruin their status. Ever since her sudden disappearance, they've made it their goal to savour this experience, the feeling of making as many contracts as possible without the restraint from that wretched woman who was dubbed the “Arbiter”.

“Can’t this day get any fucking worse?!” 

Vox was fuming, it was very prominent. Of course he'd be angry, a threat has been posed to his business. With the Arbiter’s return, surely he'll lose most of his employees again! And that is NOT happening. And to add to his already boiling anger, the radio demon is back as well. He could feel the temperature of his screen almost overloading, if he doesn't calm down soon, he might even crack his screen. 

It was only a matter of time ‘til the word reached Velvette, and they were sure that she would also be displeased with the news. All these deals and contracts they made to build themselves up, climb the ranks, all of these may potentially be snatched away by the Arbiter again in a matter of time. They can't afford for that to happen, not now, not again, not ever.

“The upcoming Overlord meeting… Are you going to attend?”

Valentino asked, eyebrows furrowed as he waited for Vox’s answer. His question was hinting a very obvious thought, with the return of the radio demon and the arbiter, surely almost every Overlord will be present. No, the Arbiter has never really attended the meeting personally, but they always send a shadow in their place. That's the most interaction a person has with her, aside from those who manage to successfully summon her and make a contract with her for her services. So attending the Overlord meeting and speaking with the shadow would be their only way of communicating with her. That is the only way they'll be able to receive some sort of response. 

Even with how problematic the Arbiter is for them, little to none is known about her. Every person whom she freed from a contract will always do and say the same thing. Their finger pressing to their lips, a eerily soft smile, and a gentle voice that would speak the words;

“Sh, her shadow might hear you!”

Well, that didn't fill up with any context. It was the same actions and answer, no matter how many times a demon would ask them. Did the Arbiter do something to them? Did they say something? Regardless, it was really frustrating. Especially to those who wanted to gather information about her to bring her down. Ehem, the Vee’s, and maybe a few other Overlords.

───〃★

Ever since your disappearance, Alastor and his dear friends were quite bummed (more so than he'd like to admit). And maybe because of the fact that he may favor you more than the others, who knows? But the pain you unknowingly left in his heart was a feeling he could never forget. A feeling he can’t seem to get himself past. Petty, call it as you will. But the memory you engraved in his mind kept him up all night, every night. You consumed him and his thoughts, especially in his sleep.

Which is why he wanted nothing more than to never sleep again.

Despite him not wanting to acknowledge it, he liked you far more than the rest. And he hated himself for it. No matter how hard he tried to avoid any indication of your presence, you still bled into every crevice and corner of this shitty hell hole. Every corner that touched the light and casted shadows, all of it haunted him.

Everything was so similar to you.

So he left. For the longest time, he tried his very best to forget you, spending his time doing who knows what. It has already been 7 years, before he knew it. He knew it was conflicting, but a part of his wretched soul wondered. 

Would you be there on his return?

Most likely not. He hoped that you wouldn’t. But he also hoped to see you, even just once. A single glance at you would’ve made him crumble. The wall that he built to keep romance away, it’ll all come crashing down, without a doubt. 

“Alastor? What’s botherin’ you, dear?” 

A feminine voice cut through the thick tension in the room, a gentle hand resting on his shoulder. Ah, he almost forgot he was in his dear friend’s Emporium. Well, it wasn’t entirely his fault his thoughts wandered off, especially after seeing a picture with a familiar face on it. 

“Oh, worry not, Dear Rosie! Nothing a little work can’t handle!’

He assured her, that wide, signature smile of his visibly staring back at the woman. She mirrored it, though she seemed a little less hostile, even with her razor sharp teeth. She had been worried since Alastor left, of course, but what worried her more was how she’d often find him in a daze, seemingly unaware of everything around. Now, in hell, being unaware of your surroundings is the last thing you want. It’s not like she was doubting his strength and power, oh no. But she really can’t help it. She’s often the one taking care of everyone, so naturally, she wants to be there for him out of instinct. 

“Well, it certainly doesn’t look like it, Cerf.”

A husky voice piped in, peeking from behind the couch that Rosie and the radio demon sat on. Another figure, who seemingly appeared to be a more masculine version of the Cannibal District’s leader. Same pitch black eyes, pale skin and mop of greyish pink stands. Adorned with a rather lavish suit and a light colored fedora that contrasted Rosie’s more pinkish hat. 

“As sharp as always, I see you are!”

“Oh come on, pumpkin! We gotta give Alastor his own personal space, okay? If he doesn’t wanna talk about it then we won’t force him.” 

Rosie interrupted, glancing behind her to finally eye the person that the voice belonged to. The previous smile on her face seemed to grow, of course, why wouldn’t it? Looking at her younger brother has always been pleasing to her, especially since they look too much alike.

“I am well aware, my Rosa. Must you always treat me as an unknowing child?” 

Her younger brother sighed, momentarily closing his eyes and shaking his head left and right, his greyish pink locks swaying with each movement. 

“But my dear, it seems that you are!” 

The radio demon replied to his question. This was one of the ways Alastor tried, in hopes of forgetting you. Spending time with his dearest friends was something he cherished, especially with how much he saw that they genuinely cared for him. But it was a bittersweet feeling. 

How differently would things be if you were still here?

“Word has it that she has finally returned.” 

The same figure from behind the two seated Overlords exclaimed, tone now an octave lower and stirring with an unknowing emotion. Was he trying to be cautious? Or was he trying to not be insensitive towards Alastor’s feelings? Well, whatever the reason, this topic was bound to surface in their conversations anytime soon, so might as well talk about it now.

“My Riose, that is not something you must bring up so suddenly!” 

The said young man let out a huff of air, out of amusement or interest, not quite sure. Gosh, he certainly is still like a child in the two Overlords’ eyes. With a shrug, Riose decided to change the topic. Man, he was expecting to hear more stories about the Arbiter, but that can wait another time perhaps. Once the radio demon has fully moved on, he supposed. 

Alastor knew you were back, he has connections after all. But he hated how he hoped so much that you’d meet again, after all these years. But that was closer to impossible, to be honest. He’s accepted that fact, not fully, but he’s trying. Trying to move on, trying to forget you.

Though Riose had a feeling that he’d share this stuff with you and tell you about the shit the radio demon has been ranting to him and his sister, and unfortunately, you don’t know if you want to let Alastor go yet.

[cybertroniannugget]

What if… Sam had a sibling who is very chaotic!!!! And they survive through out the Bayverse movies and when they meet Hound, Crosshairs and Drift, how would those 3 react to the crazy lil human?!? ;-;

(Could you possibly add Optimus Prime and Bumblebee!?)

Okay this is the first ever request I answer, kinda nervous tbh.

Hope you like it, and thanks for requesting^^

It's called Haiku...

Also, I don't know what pictures to add lmao

About this fic: sfw, gn reader, takes place in aoe

901 words

Sitting in the passenger's seat, squished next to Shane, you look out the window.

Sure, it was uncomfortable, but there were only 3 seats for the 4 of you.

You didn't say anything though, after they had just lost their friend, complaining would be of no use.

So you watch the wide desert landscape going by.

A white truck drove by on the other side of the road, but you didn't pay that much attention to it.

That's when the truck you four were in started rumbling. At first you didn't know what was going on, but when the seats shifted back roughly, the worn down leather replaced by more comfortable fabric seats you kind of got an idea.

"A man of taste I see. Western Stars are pretty nice.", you complimented, after seeing the symbol on the steering wheel, before the autobot logo took its place.

You opened the window to take a look at the Prime's new altmode.

Red flames across the blue paintjob, and everything was just so shiny.

"I must say, you looking good Prime!", you laugh, sticking your head back in.

"It was awesome but it was insane!", you heard Shane yell out excitedly.

The Prime's deep voice echoed over the radio, calling for his Autobots.

"I wonder If I'll see Bumblebee again. I missed that guy."

"Bumblebee?", Cade asked.

"Yeah, he's an Autobot don't worry. He's no giant insect, if that's what you thought about."

The man just raised an eyebrow at you, making Tessa chuckle in amusement.

After a few more minutes of driving you all got out of the truck, after Optimus opened the doors for you.

"Your dad is nice, but he needs to relax a lil...", you whisper to Tessa.

"He sure does, but he's trying his best."

"Never doubted that, don't worry.", you add, nudging her arm gently.

Optimus transformed, being greeted by his bots.

"Mr. free leader of the galaxy. I knew you'd make it. I never doubted it."

"Just who are these guys...", you mumble, looking around.

The green one with what looks like a cape suddenly turned to point his guns at you.

"Oh okay, that one feels like killin today...", you say, raising you arms sarcastically.

When the biggest one started lifting his guns was when you started sweating though.

But having fate on your side, like always, Optimus stopped them.

"Thanks Prime, I thought I was done for this time."

"🎶...Survivor! 🎶", Bee's Radio echoed.

"What's he mean by that now?", Hound asked, adjusting his cigar.

"We go way back. I saw Megatron so many times already. He nearly killed me twice but meh, still alive and kicking"

"Wait, aren't you that human from the fight in-?", Drift turned to ask.

"Chicago? Yeah, I've been there. Threw a brick at Megs myself.", you interrupted, proud of your past actions, arms crossed before your chest. "I've been there since the beginning. When it was just about a pair of glasses from my crazy great grandfather."

"They have fought with us. They're the only human I know I can trust."

"Rude...", Shane mumbled under his breath.

"I mean, how'd a squishy survive all that?!", Hound asked into the round of Cybertronians and humans

"Who you callin squishy?! I'm not the big one here."

"Pff, that's just armor. I'm as fast as a horse!"

"Well first of, it's as healthy as a horse. And also, it's none of your damn business how I survived all the shit I've been through. Because honestly, I don't even know myself. Maybe I'm just lucky"

You shrug, looking up at Optimus, who's serious demeanor made your heart sink.

He's always been serious yes, but a kind soul. Always open for questions.

Now he's just, well... dark.

"Well, but I'm sure as hell gonna survive this, so when we startin?!"

"Enthusiasm, I like it.", Crosshairs mentioned, spinning a gun in his servo, before tucking in back into his belt.

"🎶Where have youuuu been?!🎶", Bumblebee sang over the radio.

"Oooh, Rihanna, you got some mad taste Bee!"

Sticking your hands into the pockets of your worn down jeans, you look up at the yellow and black bot, who's optics were fixed on you.

"Well, after Chicago I needed a new place to stay. So I applied to work in a different hospital. And it led me to Austin, Texas."

You laugh

"In the good ol' south", you say, mocking the southern accent.

"I think I like that one", Hound says, leaning back against a rock wall.

"They have what it takes, like sunset colors on blue,

strength guts and virtue.", Drift added.

"If this is another hiku I swear Imma blow you to shreds...", Crosshairs murmured, turning to walk away.

"It's called Haiku!", you correct him.

"What?", he mumbled annoyed.

"I don't care what it's called. I just want to leave this place."

"Well, I like it, thank you.", you say to Drift, smiling at the bot.

In this moment of peace, it was of course Crosshairs who needed to add something unnecessary.

"Nah, it's lame"

Without warning, Drift jumped at him, swords drawn, ready to attack.

"And I thought I was crazy...", you whisper to Bee, rolling your eyes.

The bot snickered.

"Lord may you give me strength to not make anyone here short circuit on purpose..."

You squint your eyes, thinking.

"I don't even know their names yet... Wow"

"🎶Still don't know your name🎶"

"Oh you're right tho Bee.", you laugh

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,794 Words

Summary: The solar eclipse after Solar's death has an energy to it.

Warnings: Character Death, Caps, Cursing, Overworking, Self-Hatred (from Moon, of course), Sleep Deprivation, Blood (minor), Minor Injury, Ghost, Magic, Mind Meld, Soul Bond, Sharing A Body/Brain, Pain, Nausea, let me know if I should add anything else.

Binding And Bonding

Solar woke up in an abyss. Everything around him was darkness. He could see a vague ring of light around him, lighting up the rest of his surroundings decently well. He could vaguely hear something being said into the void around him in a vaguely familiar voice but he was knocked out before he could acknowledge the voice.

-Two And A Half Weeks Earlier-

"I don't wanna go…" Solar muttered, body deteriorating and slowly disintegrating as it collapsed to the floor like his dimension likely was. Moon was quick to grab him and try to keep him steady but it wasn't any use given he couldn't feel his legs anymore.

"You don't have to!" Moon insisted, holding Solar as close as he could, Solar feeling Moon's hands slip through him as he could feel himself fading into an abyss.

"Solar? SOLAR!" Solar could vaguely hear Moon screaming as he went into a void.

-A Week Later-

"Moon, you're pushing yourself. You aren't charging or resting." Eclipse finally broke and snapped at him.

"Maybe I would if I hadn't fucked everything up!" Moon screamed back at him, too stressed to not scream at the inconveniences anymore, too focused on getting Solar back now.

"Moon, you're at a max of five percent." Eclipse reminded him.

"I'll charge when my brother is back." Moon growled venomously, eyes turning to glare that Eclipse dare interrupt him but Eclipse had gotten used to Moon being like this fairly quickly. Eclipse knew Moon would inevitably run himself down and then Eclipse could carry Moon off to bed.

Thankfully, Eclipse got that opportunity sooner rather than later as Moon stumbled and his hand hit a tray, knocking it to the floor with Moon collapsing to the floor as well a few seconds later.

Eclipse went and finally was able to scoop the poor sap up and groan at how heavy Moon was, muttering complaints about how much Moon weighed as he kicked the door to Parts & Service open for him since he was busy carrying Moon.

"You." Ruin caught Eclipse's attention before Eclipse was able to leave.

"Yeah, what about me? Want me to come in there and kill you finally?" Eclipse asked.

"No, actually. I would like you to forget Protocol 87.775.2, actually." Ruin told him and Eclipse tilted his head in question, not really knowing what Ruin was talking about.

"Forget about what?" Eclipse asked.

"Exactly! Good job! Thank you! Be on your way now!" Ruin cheerily told him and Eclipse shook his head and carried Moon up to the daycare and through the portal to the house, sighing seeing Sun's cats practically waiting for Moon, though they hissed as if they hated him anyway, but Eclipse knew the little cretins were pretending they hated Moon.

Eclipse laid Moon on the couch and put a blanket over him for the cats to crawl on top of and purr now that they knew Moon was sleeping. Eclipse chuckled at the little gremlins. They sure loved their uncle, they were purring on his unconscious body.

Eclipse plugged Moon's charging wire into the wall outlet near the couch and left to go figure out what the hell Ruin was talking about, landing at the daycare computer inevitably. It seemed the computer knew everything anyway so he may as well try.

"Nice attempt, but you are not a member of the Celestial Family." The computer told him.

"Nice joke, I actually am. But I came for answers." Eclipse told the machine.

"Whyever would I give you answers?" The computer asked.

"Ruin mentioned a protocol in me, basically asking me to delete it but I don't know what he was talking about. I will let you scan my code if you look for Protocol 87.775.2." Eclipse told the computer.

"…I will agree to these conditions, only because it may serve well for Moon." The computer agreed. Eclipse plugged himself into the computer for it to scan him and just sat back waiting, all he could do was wait. The computer was doing two things at once and it was taking a while.

Eclipse ended up falling asleep for a bit in the computer chair while the computer did its thing. However, the computer also decided to be an alarm for Eclipse as it woke him up with a loud bussing noise through his circuits.

"HEY!" Eclipse jolted awake, pulling out the cord and thoroughly startled by the computer.

"Ah, good, awake. I have found Protocol 87.775.2 as well as scanned your code." The computer told him.

"And you wake me up like your about to try giving me a controlled shock?" Eclipse snapped.

"Yes, I found it amusing." The computer would've laughed if it could, Eclipse could tell.

"Fine, what is the protocol about?" Eclipse asked.

"This protocol entails a means to what Moon has been working on. A way to undo what has been done." Eclipse scoffed at that.

"So that's why he wanted me to get rid of it. I haven't been alone in a room so he couldn't give me an order to try to get me to delete it until today." Eclipse muttered.

"Unfortunately, it is extremely difficult as it works with the essence of an energy." The computer told him.

"Tell me what I have to do."

-One Week & Four Days Later-

Eclipse walked into the room Solar had died in. He had finally made good on getting everything else ready and Sun and Moon were out with Earth and Lunar, watching the solar eclipse on the roof of the PizzaPlex.

Eclipse had chalk, blood, and a dagger. He hated this, it felt so weird. It felt so awkward to probably be the first person Solar sees when he comes back.

"Solar?" Eclipse calls to whatever remained of Solar's energy, which he had attuned himself to over the last week and a half.

"Solar." Eclipse called to Solar again, sitting down in front of where Solar died. He could feel the energy around him swirling as though Solar was trying to tell him he was there still.

"There you are." Eclipse closed his eyes, holding the chalk and drew a circle of runes with his eyes closed, following the images of runes the protocol was feeding him on the back of his eyelids. The circle was around Eclipse himself and the spot Solar died in, interlocking them.

"Solar, I can feel you. God that sounds weird." Eclipse muttered the last half. The energy jolted like it was laughing at him. "Yeah, laugh it up, idiot. Sit with me." Eclipse sighed. He could vaguely see the outline of Solar's energy sit with him.

"Thank you." Eclipse muttered, knowing he had to thank Solar. He hated that he had to. Eclipse cringed as he poured the blood on the inner ring of the rune circle, watching outside as the sky began to go dark.

"I willingly open this connection for Solar." Eclipse stated as the protocol had, cutting open his right hand with the dagger in his left dominant hand. Eclipse could see that the whisp in his vision that was Solar's energy was interested.

"Hold my hand, Solar and only Solar." Eclipse told the energy. The energy seemed to hold his hand and Eclipse sighed at the feeling, relieved Solar was just listening to him, probably out of curiosity rather than genuine willingness.

"I connect what is mine to what is yours. Wire for wire, energy for energy. I share willingly what is mine with you." Eclipse spoke evenly, making sure to read word for word.

"This day is a connection." Eclipse felt the rune light up with light, blazing as the room went completely dark. "I bind us. Mine is yours. under this light, we become connected." Eclipse lost his breath after these words of the spell, making him choke a bit as he could feel Solar's energy binding to his own, coughing to get air as he could feel his mind breaking in half, body feeling aches and pains as Solar's energy was bonding to him.

Eclipse lurched forward, nauseous as he felt Solar's AI blooming into his head, using the broken-off half of Eclipse's mind, their mind? Eclipse didn't know but he was nauseous. Animatronics weren't supposed to get nauseous. He leaned with his hands on the ground, hearing someone screaming. Was that him? Was he screaming? He still had to say the final words and get Solar to say them too.

Eclipse reached his energy into his mind, making Solar take half control with him, each having control of one half of their? body. Eclipse fed the final words into their vision to make Solar say it with him. Once Solar nodded using their head Eclipse nodded back.

"We claim the energy of the solar eclipse given to us." Both of their voices echoed and the pitch-black void of the room glowed with a peace around them, the white ring around them calmly pulsing with their energies. Eclipse finally felt a peace now as he curled up on the ground, trembling with everything that had happened, too overwhelmed to move but he had to finish it. He had to finish this. He fed to Solar in their optics the final step and words.

Solar was the one to drag their body upright again. Eclipse was shivering, Solar was shivering. The room felt cold. Everything felt cold. Solar seemed to have more force than Eclipse, Solar was learning how to share their energy.

"We undo the damage that has been done through false trust." They made sure to echo each other and Eclipse felt a bloom in his chest of the energy they claimed from the solar eclipse above in the sky still, the ring around them, practically burst into a running visual of universes coming back into being, rebuilding themselves, lives being brought back immediately, everything blooming around them in the circle of light like flowers.

Eclipse gave a soft, exhausted chuckle seeing it and seeing the sky begin to get light again. Once the ring around them finished, the warm feeling slowly dissipated and Eclipse and Solar simply collapsed onto the ground, shaking and taking deep breaths.

"Thank you." Solar whispered.

"I know." Eclipse tried to laugh but all that came out was a wheeze.

"Are you okay?" Solar asked.

"I'm exhausted." Eclipse whispered back.

"Well, you gave up your magic to bring everything back, you're probably going to be exhausted for a while." Solar sighed.

"I expect Moon to thank me, you tell him that if you wake up first." Eclipse told Solar before letting himself ease into unconsciousness, giving Solar control for a brief moment before Solar fell asleep too from being brought back and losing a lot of energy himself.

[v3nusxsky]

Hellooo ~ Unsure if you’re still taking requests — if you don’t please just ignore this, but how about sub!Lesso being edged for days/weeks now (punishment for teasing Larissa maybe? 👀) and Larissa finally allows her to come on Valentine’s Day or her birthday? Maybe a little bit of pain play as well to put her in her place? Thank you so much 💞

Stepping into the unknown 18+

*authors note~ sinful souls how I’ve missed you🥹 god I’ve missed writing and posting sm here. I miss my ladies so much!*

Trigger warnings~ sub lesso x dom Larissa x sub r, r has abandonment issues, r is a dancer, depressed lesso, rough punishment (Lesso receiving), pet play (Leo receiving), pain play/impact play flogging (lesso receiving) r is just watching humiliation kink, mentions of struggling to orgasm, temperature play (Leo receives), degrading kink, shoe humping?, nipple clamps, oral (lesso receiving)

Prompt~ see ask^^^

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Meeting up with your boss turned crush was something you couldn’t exactly say you were looking forward to. Yet you had to return work at some point. Stepping into sinful souls you were riddled with anxious knots tugging at your lower stomach as you took in the familiar surroundings. Some of your fellow dancers muttering greetings as they continued the fight for perfection with their appearance. Lesso, despite owning the club, was no where to be seen. Unusual. You couldn’t help the nagging thought that later you, Larissa and the raven haired woman would be in Nevermore. In each other’s company. For the first time since that night. Since she left. Again.

Before you knew it the club was alive with the vibrations bouncing off the walls, dancers in skimpy costumes and customers already starting their night. Business. Tips. And still no boss. Odd. With a quick shot of liquid courage you set off to the stage for your first dance. The rhythmic beats of your first song easily providing the headspace you needed.

“Girls, we run this motha (yeah!)

Who run the world? Girls!”

The intro of the song gaining a few new points of attention as the beat continued its strong presence allowing you to give a firey strong performance. You’d be lying if you said that you hated dancing to Beyonće but this song was a fan favourite so really you’d be a fool to not lean into it.

“This goes out to all my girls

That's in the club rocking the latest

Who will buy it for themselves and get more money later”

Making sure to add an extra sway to your hips as you rounded the stage, a swish of your hair and making sure to pop your hips in time to the beat. The crowd clearly now absolutely enchanted by how well you kept the fast pace all while looking every bit as sexual and sensual as you desired.

“This goes out to all the women getting it in, you on your grind

To all the men that respect what I do, please accept my shine

Boy, you know you love it

How we smart enough to make these millions

Strong enough to bear the children (children)

Then get back to business

Cheers erupted when the beat died out and tips began to get tossed on the stages, every wolf whistle only furled your confidence to get through the night. No matter what occurred you knew either way you’d go home to Larissa. Clearly your customers still wanted to watch you dance even if your boss left you in your most vulnerable moments. You didn’t need her validation and you most definitely didn’t need the hurt that came with Lesso.

Larissa had intended to relax while you worked your shift at sinful souls, before your guest arrived. However, a certain raven haired lady had other plans. Arriving at Nevermore was simply nothing short of nerve reaching for Lesso. She knew she should be at the club, overseeing business but the knots of guilt tightened in her stomach, leading her to the gates of Nevermore. Locating her office was simple, the door covered in a shiny gold plaque being a dead give away.

The emotional tidal waves were killing her as she battled her ego and pride before knocking on the door. As it opened she was immediately in front of the principal spewing apologises for being so early and rambling in a hope to deal with the overwhelming emotions building. “Come in Lesso” she commanded before stepping aside and letting the clearly overwhelmed woman inside.

“I’m sorry I’m early. I know the dove is working and I know you said to come by later but I-“ she rambled but was cut off by the blonde principal, “I know why you’re here Leonora, let’s not pretend you are here under any other circumstances shall we?”

There it was again, the nagging, gut wrenching feeling of guilt. “I’m sorry I just I’m sorry” she murmured struggling to look Larissa in the eyes. It was like she was peering into her soul, seeing every dirty little secret she was guarding with a wall that was crumbling too fast. “Kneel” Larissa offered causing the raven haired woman to fall to her knees. Instant submission. It wasn’t until she went wide eyes that the realisation hit, the humiliation of following her command and the relief of submission hit the poor woman all at once. “I know what you need puppy, but first you have to have your punishment for hurting our precious little dove. My sweet girl sobbed for hours at your cruel actions and I simply can’t have you hurting her again.”

“You remember your colours, you can stop this whenever Leo, but you wont want to will you? Cause your just a need stray needing mommys firm hand to guide you” Larissa reiterated before moving across her office and producing the next demand. “Strip and crawl to mommy, be a good little bitch and come get your punishment.” With only a small amount of hesitation the woman slowly crawled her way to the shifter, every small step taken reminding her of how she hurt her little dove. By the time she reached the table Leonora was sure of one thing. She deserved this. Whatever Larissa had in store, she needed it.

Almost as if she’d planned it, principal weems pulled a pair of nipple clamps from her desk drawer and secured them instantly. A sharp tug given to test the grip they had resulted in a pathetic whine from Lesso. “Shut up mutt. You know you need mommy to do this. You need mommy to hurt you don’t you little stray? Need mommy to help you fix this mess hmm?” She taunted watching as tears began to build in her eyes. “I need this mommy” was all she could whimper before Larissa tugged the chain to drag her body closer. “Use my shoe mutt. Show me how much you want me to help you. To fix this mess. Show me how sorry you can be pup and maybe I’ll help you.”

Humiliation rolled off the raven haired woman in waves so strong that they would knock down buildings. Her hips rolling pathetically against the toes of her high heeled shoe. An act so filthy she should’ve demanded Larissa be in her place. Fighting her dominance would’ve been useless. Larissa knew just as well as she did that Leonora needed this. Her poor brat was caving. A slender hand reached down the valley of her perky breasts and tugged hard on the chain, “off mutt you aren’t coming yet.”

Coming home from your shift feeling accomplished and confident again you were surprised to see Larissa had your boss curled up on a pile of blankets like a dog. Tears long since dried as she worked through her emotions. You’d be lying if you said the sight didn’t make your heart clench, “Mommy?” You murmured automatically collapsing into your role. “Hello sweet girl, don’t worry love it’s all okay. Our stray is okay this is all part of the plan” she reassured coming to wrap her arms around you in a tight loving hug.

Wrapped in her arms everything faded away as you soaked in her love. A whimper caught your attention as you really looked at your boss for the first time since that night. She looked like a shell of the woman you knew. “She okay?” You whimpered trusting your dominant lover implicitly. “She’s okay sweet girl I promise, colour sweet girl and yours mutt?” A faint mumbled “green” came from the woman curled up on the floor. Her blue eyes starring into your soul as you murmured a soft green too. Your eyes failing to leave Lesso’s form for long than a few minutes. “Time for your punishment mutt” Weems demanded while gently guiding you to her office chair. “Sit there sweet girl, Lesso has something to say to you darling.”

“Now mutt, I want you to take your punishment and tell dove everything you told me earlier. 10 spanks for each crime and however many our girl thinks you need for hurting her.” She commanded while leading the raven haired woman by her chains, the teeth of the clamps digging into her soft nipples hard enough to draw small little droplets of blood. “Pup? Cane or flogger?” A few moments of silence resulted in a warning spank to her bare ass. “Flogger please mommy.”

From your seat you could see how Larissa dragged lesso to lean over her desk in the perfect position to hold your gaze. “Talk mutt” was all your mommy offered before starting to deliver the punishment. “I’m sorry dove! I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have treated you -ouch- that way. I’m sorry, -fuck it hurts Oh god- I was so scared. I don’t want to be scared anymore. I want to love you. Will you let me love you how you deserve to be? Mommy will teach me the right way. I want to be with you both. God I’ve missed you” she sobbed out through hiccups as the flogger was rained down on her now rosy pink ass. “You hurt me daddy” you whimpered as the painful memories resurfaced.

A particularly hard smack caused the raven haired woman to gasp and continue her rambles. “I don’t know how to love very well. I deserve this. I need this. Thank you mommy for giving me this. I’m sorry” she cried out, chest heaving with sobs as Larissa continued to give the required number of spanks under your watchful eyes. “Go make nice pup, you’re all done. All forgiven.” Larissa muttered gently to lesso as she immediately crawled her way to your lap. Lovingly she placed her head full of raven curls on your lap, tears soaking through your loose bottoms.

“Mommy, I don’t want to get hurt” you whimpered, limbs shaking at the woman slouching into your lap, heart clenching with anxiety. “We will be carful sweet girl, from the conversations we had whilst you were dancing my love, she’s riddled in guilt, she can’t feel anything but the overwhelming feeling of pain and loneliness. She needs us, you, just like we need her. I’m not saying it will be easy and plain sailing, she has lots of issues to work through but with the love and support we can offer I think we can help her.”

“She hasn’t?” You whispered, looking down at the woman who was now passed out due to exhaustion, head In your lap as you unclamped the clamps gasping at the droplets of blood. “Mommy!” You gasped in shock and fear that you’d hurt her by helping clean her up. “Shush sweet girl I know just what our puppy needs let’s relocate to our room shall we?”

With ease Larissa scooped the club owner up into her arms and relocated her to the bed, fetching a warm washcloth to clean the sensitive skin and throughly abused ass. Using some cooling cream to sooth the area. “I’m sorry” she whimpered, voice thick with tears as she came back to the world of the living. “Shush all done now puppy, we are here” Larissa hushed as lesso instantly reached out blindly to find your hand. “Mmm here too daddy.”

“Mommy? Can I?” You mumbled shyly gesturing with your head to show your intention. “Do you want to sweet girl? You don’t have to my love. But if you want to please the puppy then you can. She’ll be good and take whatever you give her, right mutt?” A smack rained on her inner thigh causing a yelp and rushed confirmation. From there you positioned yourself between her legs and took an experimental swipe of her dripping cunt. “‘Mm mommy it’s good” you mumbled happily. Pussy drunk even. “Is that so sweet girl? Make her cum for mommy and then we can all go to bed darling.”

Making her come for you was simply an activity you adored if your happy little mewls being swallowed by her puffy lips as your tongue brought her over the edge with ease. “Good girl puppy. It’s all okay, all done now, good girl sweetheart, you made mommy so proud. Such a pretty pussy eater for me” the praise only adding to the almost drunk state you were now in. It didn’t take much persuasion to get you stripped off and snuggled up in between your boss and the principal of Nevermore, drifting off to sleep with a new sense of hope and love in your heart. Perhaps you would finally get to have both women. Your mommy and your daddy. A happy love filed life. The road would be long and full of bumps and turns but you’d all walk it together.

[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

@starsidesky replied:

Wait, was that actually what Aylin was sent to do? Protect Isobel? I thought she was just sent as an emissary of Selune?

Isobel mentions they were elated to get visited by "an emissary of Selûne", yeah. But Ketheric will tell you she was specifically sent to protect his family - and the Thorms were a family that was at the time famously devoted to Selûne, in charge of a very prominently selûnite region, so it makes sense! It's in the conversation you get if you turn her in and go talk to him on the tower rooftop.

Player: What of the Nightsong? Ketheric Thorm: I'll keep her close. Aylin was her name - an angel of Selûne's own brood, sent to guide and guard my line. Until she failed me. Ketheric Thorm: Now she is Nightsong. Balthazar's greatest creation, and the source of my greatest strength. Ketheric Thorm: How often our burdens can be made into boons, with the right encouragement.

(Gross, and there's a bit of that "Nightsong" stuff I was referring to right there.)

Which adds more painful layers to the whole tragedy. This would mean Isobel getting killed and the ensuing spectacularly horrifying downfall of the Thorms and entire region was exactly what Aylin was supposed to prevent (especially since it just has the reek of "sharran plot" all over it), as her divine mission and the reason she was even there in the first place. Not even touching on the godawful fact this woman who just got murdered was the love of her life, can you imagine the guilt and sense of failure she got to stew in for a century, and with Ketheric's betrayal and heaping the blame on her, too? Just, damn.

This also leads to one of my favourite responses to Ketheric, btw:

Player: Every god you served granted you power in their way. Hardly a burden.

I actually have a lot of feelings re: Ketheric and Aylin's formal relationship which does have a liege lord and knight aspect to it (even if it's obviously not as straightforwardly that as it would be if she were a random paladin sworn to his service - and also, they were both ultimately paladins in service to Selûne). While also being basically father-in-law and daughter-in-law. So his betrayal and treatment and use of her has several different layers of egregiousness.

Also ties into the reasons I really really love Aylin's "Now you wear a face to match your soul, oathbreaker" line, and the utter scorn in her delivery.

[airenyah]

joongdunk vampire bl when??

maybe you've already seen my post "reasons why i need a sexy joongdunk bl". and if you have, then maybe you remember the bonus vampire section at the end

well, i've decided to start collecting vampire mentions here in this own separate post. here i will collect instances where either joong or dunk actually utters the word "vampire" but i will also include things somewhat adjacent to vampires (looking at you, lol fanfast 2023 dum dum neck biting action 👀)

i'll keep updating this post with every future vampire mention that i happen to come across. if you happen to find a vampire mention that is not yet in this post but you think it should be on the list, then do feel free to send me a link to it and i might just add it!! some of them, esp the vampire-adjacent things will be added based on vibes (my vibes, that is. it's my post so i get to put in it whatever the fuck i want)

like this one for example:

[hidden agenda ep12 pt4 (3:25); (24.09.2023)]

like yeah i know this one doesn't really count bc those are just some lines in a series from one fictional character to another fictional character that just happens to be played by dunk but like!! is it not true!! being a vampire (on tv) is dunk's dream job, is it not!!!

1. they WANNA play vampires

no but seriously tho, dunk wants to play a vampire, he explicitly said so:

[dunk x tops; (30.09.2023)]

and so did joong, for that matter:

[l'officiel hommes thailand: "the act of being myself" | translation; (08.12.23)]

[joong's 23rd birthday event; (17.03.2024)] (extended gifset here)

2. dum dum

now, the dum dum performance deserves it's own little section lbr. bc seriously wtf was all that:

[LOL fanfest D1; (24.06.2023) | LOL fanfest D2; (25.06.2023)]

[arm share ep131; (02.08.2023)]

oh and make no mistake, it's not me who's making the dum dum performance about vampires, no, dunk is:

[let's talk bl s4 ep07; (16.08.2023)]

no seriously, let 👏 them 👏 play 👏 vampires!! they've already got experience in biting each other's necks!!!!

3. collection

ok from here on out i think i'll stop with the babbling and just have a collection of gifs with random vampire mentions that i'll just continue to add to this post whenever i come across more bc why the fuck not

[instagram live; (09.10.2023)]

[hidden hangout ep2; (14.11.2023)]

[original twitter thread | translation 1 | translation 2; (18.12.2023)]

context: joong asked what kind of plots fans would like to see him and dunk play

Translation/Summary:

Fan🗣️: In their past lives, Joong and Dunk were enemies who hated each other deeply. One day, a situation arose where one of them had to kill the other. However, the one who was killed (Joong) didn’t die permanently—it was more like his soul was temporarily sealed. He's been there ever since, even up to the present time. Joong☀️: Oh~ Is he still resentful? Fan🗣️: Yes, he is. He’s been sealed in the same spot for a very long time. Joong☀️: So, it’s like the vibe of an old Thai drama, right? starts singing an old Thai series opening theme Fan🗣️: Right, that kind of vibe. But this one is a fantasy genre. His soul is sealed, and we can say he became a vampire. He’s still alive but trapped—he can’t go anywhere, so he keeps living until he can earn a wealthy life. Joong☀️: How does a vampire live his life in Thailand? Fan🗣️: He has to stay in the same place. He can’t leave the restricted zone, and he can’t be exposed to sunlight. Joong☀️: If he lives in Thailand, where would he stay? Thonglor? (a road in Bangkok known for nightlife) Fan🗣️: More like Sukhumvit. (known for luxury malls) Joong☀️: Sukhumvit Vampire? Fan🗣️: Yes~ Joong☀️: Alright, we’ve got the name of the story, everyone. Sukhumvit Vampire 😆 Fan🗣️: So, one day in the present, Dunk comes into the zone controlled by Joong, the same place where Joong’s soul has been sealed. Joong☀️: You mean Sukhumvit? Fan🗣️: Yes. And when Joong sees Dunk, he thinks, "Isn’t this the person who killed me?" Joong☀️: Oh~ So Dunk has been reborn, and Joong’s like, "The person who killed me gets to be reborn, but I’m stuck here." Fan🗣️: Exactly! It’s like, "I’ve been stuck here for so long, while the country has advanced so much, and I’m still trapped." Joong☀️: So I’m the vampire, right? Fan🗣️: Yes, and Dunk killed you. But you can switch roles if you want, I’m not strict about it. I just want this kind of plot. Joong☀️: So, the story is that when they meet, Joong wants to kill Dunk for revenge. But then suddenly, he realizes, after Dunk's rebirth, that Dunk is actually pretty handsome! HAHAHAHA 🤣🤣 Fan🗣️: He believes that killing the person who killed him will break the curse and free him from the place where he’s sealed. Joong☀️: Will monks come at the end and tell us not to seek revenge anymore? 😆 Fan🗣️: No, at the end, they just stab each other to death. Joong☀️: Huh? Really? Do they actually kill each other, or do they hesitate because they’ve fallen in love? Fan🗣️: Actually, I was planning for them to kill each other, but then they realize there was a reason why they have to kill each other in the first place (since their past life). So, the reason is… Joong☀️: Fighting over bubble tea. Fan🗣️: Okay, Joong. Delicious 😂

[joong twitter space (back-up link); (22.09.2024) | translation 1 | translation 2]

[zabala0z]

I’m very scared to watch the next episodes. Anyways hi, it’s me, your friendly neighborhood host. I got a lot of thoughts and I’m dying here 😭

MAG 72: Takeaway

Another meat thing oh god. Like I physically grimaced when Goodall had his Achilles heel cut like genuinely that’s one of my fears. Also another direct connection to like Christianity and meat. Or like kinda because in Rations I think, that guy made a prayer that was originally a Christian prayer I believe but altered it to put meat in. ALSO, Haan killed his wife but apparently she had self-inflicted wounds as well. I’m thinking this is maybe cult or some kind of like sacrificial thing going on. Maybe the wife wanted to die.

We also have Haans nephew who appeared in “Killing Floor”. He had his own meat sort of story. Guess it runs in the family 💀

MAG 73: Police Lights

I feel like Maxwell Rayner is not dead simply because it’s not the most implausible thing considering Michael Crew pops up in a couple episodes after jumping out a window. But who knows maybe Rayner is truly gone (I am betting not) also Natalie was there which definitely made me feel a little sad. I always feel a lot in terms of cults. I’m trying to figure out what Rayner and like the cult was planning on doing to the kid. Maybe kill him? But I feel like that’s too basic, they were probably doing something else. The fog seemed to hurt when it hit that one police guy like it burned him. Came out of that dusty old man’s mouth after all.

Also Basira quitting? Queen shit. I cannot blame her.

MAG 74: Fatigue

Oh yeah this is good. Something about the disjointed events really adds to the sleep deprived perspective I love it. Also MICHAEL. What is Michael I swear to god. Every appearance of this weirdo makes me more and more confused. What does he get out of this? Is it just for fun? He didn’t seem to benefit at all, like he even told Lydia she looked terrible 💀

It was said he was making spirals out of grass blades. What is with this creature and spirals, like that corridor was trippy too. I’m wondering if spirals are fractals. Lydia was drawing them for some reason. Similar to Evo’s dad in Burned Out.

And I KNEW Sasha was going through the tunnels. Like duh. I think she was the one who screwed up the quality because multiple times have electronics have been screwed around like tape recorder and the computer. I have no idea who that man is though.

MAG 75: A Long Way Down

This statement takes place after Michael jumps out the window. I guess he changed a lot. And he got some drip because why is he wearing a full suit?? I can’t tell if he actually contributed to Grants disappearance because maybe he was doing something else y’all 😭 (I’m in denial.) I am wondering what his little spell did back in Literary Heights. Did he like- bind himself with the lightning thing? I don’t know how that would work. He did say “I am yours” so did he like..sell his soul. That’s what I’m thinking.

Feeling really bad for grant. I don’t have a major fear of heights but the way the situation is described, I’d develop one.

MAG 76: The Smell of Blood

Wooo Melanie King! First time a character gave two statements which is cool. I’m wondering what kind of meme she ended up. Someone draw that.

Not much to say about this episode but oh my god I’m so happy someone noticed Sasha. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. I miss Sasha dude 😭

One thing I’m curious about is like…what is going to be the ending. Because right now, the institute, or technically Jon, has so many probable enemies right now. Like you got the Church of yada yada, the circus, Fake Sasha, all those diseased people, Michael, the Lukas family, etc. Who is going to drop the other shoe? Because right now, they all have the other shoe istg.

[factual-fantasy]

25 asks :00000

@ocinstituterep (Posts in question)

The cooling suits they wear at the beach are the same ones they wear under their uniforms :00 And it doesn't necessarily reflect the sun,, its just a battery powered suit that keeps them cool :}

I wasn't pressured into drawing the art exactly,, but all the questions about it did push me a little into looking into the series more.. That's not really a bad thing though, I did enjoy drawing those pictures soooo-

I get this question a lot <XD When I was first designing my sona I wanted to add something to their hands. At the time my hands were covered in Band-Aids from dry skin and cat scratches. So I thought "Hey! Bandaged/bloody hands would be cool and edgy :DD" So I added them <XDD

Oh yeah, that episode was a bit odd huh? XD I think in my version of Octonauts they didn't go all the way down to its stomach- maybe just into the mouth and got the Puffer fish out.

Now the REAL episode that I basically 100% cut is the cone snail episode. You know why? Cone snails are estimated to have poison strong enough to kill 700 people! And there's NO antidote!! NO ONE would have survived being stung. Not even the Captain. They all would have died and left Peso abandoned on a ship full of the bodies of his friends in the middle of the ocean... :x pretty dark huh-

@britneyt

Thank you! :DD

@gregorythechild

XD I was getting tired of Gregory being a little snot. In game and in the fandom. So once again I made a character good out of spite! XDD

SKJAOSKJOSX I DO ACTUALLY XDDD

The basis for my Kirby Anime AU is I just found a way to add all the Metaknights to the story. You know, Axe knight, Mace night, Javelin Knight,,, etc.

This is obviously a SUPER angsty AU. For example, Axe Knight was Metaknight's first follower and best friend. But then he sacrificed himself to save Metaknight. Thinking he failed his soul was restless and he now wanders the galaxy fighting Monsters and honoring Metaknights name.. Not knowing that Metaknight survived. Its a REALLY long story that I should ramble about sometime XDD

I would advise against it,, there are plenty of good reaction images out there to find! I should know, I have 996 of them saved! I'm almost at 1000! XDD

@pinkbomb08

Thank you! And not at the moment no- but I might draw him again someday :}}

@cudlycorncornsworthcoberson

Noooooothingggg... :}}}

@annathefenecfox

I think its because the poor guy probably doesn't have enough free time to practice consistently. Being the Captain he likely has so much to do all the time.. and when he can finally sit down and indulge in hobbies,, he likely would just rather relax and read a book instead. :( Poor fella

Ah, sorry. I don't know of any. <:/

I have actually! :DD I did not sleep good that night :}}}

@invaderdrey

Thank you so much!!!! :DD

Thank you so much! And as for the memes.. ehh, I'd say just to be safe, don't make em. Comments are more than enough. The first thing I do when I wake up is check Tumblr and see if anyone left a comment on my posts. Literally! Comments are the best thing you can give me!

Thank you so much!! :DD

Heck yeah, that's the best part! <XDDD

It definitely depends on my mood, I'm split 50/50 on which one I enjoy more :000

@chickenmilk120

@its-paperd

:DDD Thank you so much!! That means a lot!

@milk-powrit (Post in question)

<XD Thankfully no, Jangles is not an iPad kid. He was just playing on my phone because Bibi and I were conked out and he was bored XDD

@simon-says-lots-of-things

:DD Thank you so much!! And yeah, I don't care what's canon or not. I wont be drawing any lovey-dovey/shippy content unless its with my own original characters. Its just not my thing man, 🤷‍♂️

@twohourstoolong

Thank you! And yeah if I were you I'd ditch pinterest. Any time I have been browsing artwork on google and clicked the link, It always took me to some stolen artwork on pinterest. I'd just rather people never found me then have found me through stolen art on pinterest..

I have not :0 sounds thrilling though! :D

[navnae]

Imagine Eddie leaving a review at every job Steve had worked at and goes out of his way to say how the service was fantastic because of the cute employee that works there, Steve blushes every time he reads it.

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“Read this one, ‘the cutie that served me ice cream today was so sweet, I’ll definitely be stopping by again!’ Or this one ‘came back to get some ice cream sadly the cutie that’s usually there he wasn’t today still good service though.’ Steve are you seeing this?” Robin asked while pointing to her phone. Steve covered his blushing face and swatted Robin’s phone away.

“Rob please! I can’t take it anymore.” Steve wanted this to stop immediately. Robin has brought the online reviews to his attention and one customer specifically loves talking about him. Which he hated because he always got flustered because of it.

“I think you want to hear this one, ‘went to scoops today and the service was just top notch! The girl who works there is so sweet and naturally funny-“

“You’re just reading a review about you.” Steve interrupted. He earned an eye roll from Robin.

“Conceited much? I’m getting to that part ‘but her coworker just took the night away for me. He was also naturally funny, captivating, kind, and overall a beautiful soul that made my experience an unforgettable one.” Robin finished. Steve couldn’t help but smile at the compliment. That’s probably the sweetest thing he’s heard from anyone.

“Okay that’s kind of sweet.” Steve said shyly.

“They also added ‘the uniform is doing him justice, what a nice piece of eye candy while enjoying some sweet ol ice cream on the side’ huh… I think you have an admirer Steve.” Robin raised her eyebrows in a playful flirtatious way. Steve shook his head quickly dismissing the idea of anything of the sort.

“I don’t have an admirer. If anything that sounds like a loyal customer to me.” Steve replied while crossing his arms. Robin started laughing making Steve turn to her with confusion.

“Loyal is the right word because recently they’ve left comments on the family video website too.” Robin said in between laughs. Steve’s eyes widened once he processed what she was saying.

“What are you talking about?” Steve asked. Robin turned her phone towards him and his eyes scanned the comments that were about him. Steve wondered who this person could be, was it someone he knew by any chance?

“Listen to this one it was posted yesterday, ‘came in early in the morning to get a new set of movies and the cutie with the best personality was working that morning, already starting my day off just right.’ You have to find out who this person is they’re actually in love with you.” Robin teased.

“No one is in love with me. Now can we please get back to work?” Steve blurted out. Robin raised her hands to surrender then went to the back to straighten up a few things in the storage closet.

Steve stayed at the front of the store behind the counter to keep an eye out for the register and if anyone bothered to come in. He was also keeping his eye out for the anonymous commenter because curiosity got the best of him. Depending on who the customer was he might just add a little bit of enthusiasm to the conversation to keep the ball rolling and if they commented about their conversation specifically then he would know who it is. This idea floated in his head for awhile until the door of the store flew open ringing the bell. Steve looked up to see Eddie coming in with a big smile on his face. Occasionally Eddie would pop up to get some movies and kill the little bit of time he wanted to waste by talking to Steve until another customer came in. Eddie walked towards the counter and placed his elbow on it then put his chin in the palm of his hand.

“Morning, Harrington. Everything going smooth?” Eddie asked sweetly. Steve didn’t know why but he felt butterflies in his stomach when Eddie stared talking. The change in his voice so quickly just caught him off guard.

“Y-yeah it’s not really busy around here in the morning and I’m thankful for that.” Steve joked. Eddie laughed softly while looking down at the counter then met Steve’s eyes. Steve could feel his heart beating so hard in his chest that he had to look away or he might actually die. “Um… so what are you looking for today?”

“Actually I came to see you. Maybe this weekend we can hangout and watch some movies, drink, smoke, get fat off of popcorn. How does that sound?” Eddie leaned in a little as he asked the question. Steve’s mind went blank for a few seconds before managing to snap out of his thoughts.

“Sounds good, text me the time and I’ll be there.” Steve said happily. Eddie smiled and bit his lip while taking his elbow off the counter.

“Definitely. See ya then cutie.” Eddie said before winking then exiting the store. Steve laughed it off. He was used to Eddie being as flirty as possible whenever he was around Steve.

Now Steve had to focus on the task at hand, who was the anonymous commenter?

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Edit: WOAH! I didn’t expect people to actually enjoy and want more??? But I will definitely give a follow up story! Also this is modern day I forgot to mention that 😅

[cosmiischillin]

Twilight Town: The Bad Luck Banshee

The bad luck magnet herself is Misery, no really, it’s her name. She’s probably the most popular character in the show aside from Ruby (and probably Frank and Len). She definetly represented the goth girl of the show rather than Ruby who was different between the show and her original character.

Misery was drawn a lot before I got to working more of Twilight Town. Hell, she had a portrait and profile done before everyone else. So I am excited to talk about her and my plans for her in the AU (and the sound of me laughing getting cut off)

The Fairy Woman

In my long long looooooooooooong research of monsters, Banshees might have been my favorite. Banshees are said to be “fairy women” in Irish and are female spirits whose screams were meant to signal that death was close. It’s never confirmed in the show but the fanon pretty much consider Misery to be a banshee (same goes for the rest of her family). I decided to add those original folklore elements to her in Twilight Town like her pale eyes that looks like they’re staring off to the distance or someone’s soul. I definitely want to go into more of her abilities or even other powers such as her ability to sense misfortune before it happens and even her insane pain resistance.

As for her family, I might expand on it more as her family being female folklore figures would be a lot of fun to look at. Looking back on it now, I’m really disappointed that most of misery’s family members are reused models of her or of other ancestors (And I don’t like thinking about Mildew’s portrayal as an extremely racist mashup of East Asian culture) As a kid I used to fixate on Yo Kai (Kuchisake Onna, Futakuchi Onna, and Yuki Onna being my favorites), La Llorna, Bloody Mary, Sirens, and Baba Yaga (I guess I was super into monster stuff even before Ruby Gloom). Though I want to do my proper research before I portray folklore figures from cultures I’m not apart of.

Design

To be honest, I never figured out why I made Misery Black Irish. Maybe it’s because when I first drew her, I gave her black features unintentionally so I kept that in. Or that in the show there were pretty much no BIPOC characters (and the shows portrayal of Romani and Chinese was…bad). When I posted her new look, people actually liked this version of her so yeah, I kept it!

As for shipping her with Iris. I wanted to do something besides shipping them with the twins (I was guilty of this as a kid). I found their dynamic cute and it was something different. Misery’s bad luck would have made it impossible to be with people but when there’s Iris, who wouldn’t even give a thought before putting themselves in danger, it’s sorta sweet.

I imagine Misery to be the one who warns the group before something that can end in disaster even if it ends up being a small inconvenience. I was heavily inspired by trad goth for her hence why her clothes are a bit more modern than her dress as a kid.

Origin and Background

Misery is a magic monster under the umbrella term Faerie, a type of monster most humans treat like cute mischief makers, except for a certain type of Fae, a Banshee. Misery’s whole family are shrouded in bad luck, being known as harbingers of disasters. Although in the past banshees could be seen as warnings or giving their grief to families in need, time passed to where banshees were feared and rumored to kill with their screams. They couldn’t hide away due to the forces of bad luck they bring.

Misery moved to Twilight Town when she was 8 as her family got ran out of another place by an angry mob. Misery soon moved to Ruby’s mansion when her family decided to move again and allowed her to choose if she wanted to leave or not. Despite her bad luck being, well, that, Ruby seemed to not mind. Almost like her cheerfulness and optimism made the bad luck seem almost sufferable.

Look at how silly she is.

Next Up: The Frankenstein Twins

[herbgerblin]

You seem v qualified to ponder thoughts about the Raven Queen, so please consider - It's always made me FERAL that RQ in D&D canon is the goddess of death and all that, yeah, but ALSO has a fascination with memories, collecting memories, ect....and this is just NEVER MENTIONED in Balance, an arc which is HEAVILY BASED on the suppression of memories. What are your thoughts on how this second of her big values interplays with her influence in Balance?

Got this ask before WoTC decided to shoot themselves in the foot. But I don't want to leave it hanging because I've been thinking about it a lot. So I'm gonna talk about lore stuff and then apply it to Balance.

4e RQ was the ghost of an elven queen who became the consort of the previous death god, killed him, became the new god of Death, wiped out all traces of her past life, and later added the domains of Fate and Winter. 5e RQ was also an elven queen, but through a failed ritual she got torn apart dr. manhattan style, pieced herself back together from the forgotten memories of the Shadowfell, and while only semi-divine, is steadily growing in power and godhood.

Balance makes RQ a full-fledged goddess, while also limiting her domain to Death. But let's add Memory to that for funsies.

You would think RQ would hold a grudge against Lucretia for her deliberate suppression of memories. But! Lucretia is an abjuration wizard. She used that memory manipulation like a shield, fully believing she was protecting people from their pain. To that end, the memory wipes kept the light of creation from being reformed for over a decade, providing enough time for the Hunger to weaken and for her to perfect a shield spell big enough to contain it.

So I think that just as Istus allowed the Temporal Chalice to mess up her fate scarf, RQ allowed Lucretia to fudge everyone's memories, because she understood that it all would resolve eventually.

That said, I do think there's one being that RQ would not be pleased to have run amok in her universe: THE VOIDFISH.

A primordial being with powers to bestow and deny memory to all known creatures of the universe AND YET. We've been shown that voidfish don't do this with any real motive. To them, it's just a food source. It's as if a mindflayer phylum had branched off into a passive, playful subspecies, and we got a celestial jellyfish that radically affects mass perception and likes ducks.

Now listen to me. Look me in my eyes. Memory is what makes the mortal, immortal. To be forgotten is the final death. That is why we have ceremonies about remembering our predecessors. Just as RQ would rule over those souls, she would rule over those memories, forgotten or otherwise.

So... if the Raven Queen was the Goddess of memories... and the voidfish can store and dispell memories at any time... and RQ's domain includes the astral sea... what if all of the voidfish were actually native to the astral sea...

...and somehow got out?

[persephoneflowerpetals]

What exactly is the job that the children of hades have?

Does Thanatos exist in your universe? Because I think Zagreus would be a great soul collector.

Macaria, I am sure that Zeus would give her the Elysian fields once she was named goddess of blessed death and Hades would give her the Asphodel fields.

Melione, however I can't find a suitable job for her, I know she is the goddess of ghosts, but she could also be the goddess of funerary rites. A friend once told me that she could basically be the organizer and make sure that the offerings and prayers to the other gods are done correctly.

However, if this were the case, I feel that, like her father, they would be overloaded with work, something Hades surely doesn't want for his children.

So, for Zagreus, his role is Prince of the Underwolrd. He’s pretty much Hades’ second in command. He still has authority and whatnot, but for really important things he has to check in with his father. But yeah, he basically does all the stuff Hades does on a daily basis if he hasn’t already gotten to it lol. Sometimes Zagreus will just take over when Hades decides he wants to have a little vacation day or something lol, but that’s after Zagreus has been prince for a while lol. He trusts his son, but if he’s not super experienced in ruling the underworld by himself then he’s not gonna let him rule the whole place alone. But yeah, Hades pretty much teaches Zagreus everything he knows about ruling the place lol. You know that one scene in the Drama Festival episode where Hades is showing Icarus how he lives his life and how he does things to help him get into character of playing Hades in the school drama festival? Yeah, that’s pretty much how Hades teaches Zagreus how to rule the underworld.

Hades: Now, you don’t fry the minions, okay? You scorch them. See? *uses his fire powers to burn Pain and Panic* You’re taking notes on this, right?

Zagreus: *holding a quill and a piece of paper, rolls his eyes* Yes, dad.

Oh and no, I don’t think Thanatos exists in my universe. My au is based mainly off of the movie with little things from the series thrown in there that goes along with the canon of the movie and since Thanatos wasn’t really mentioned or shown in the movie or series, I just didn’t put him in there. But hey, you never know! I may add him in there one day lol! But for now though, Thanatos isn’t in my au lol.

For Melinoe, she’s goddess of ghosts and propitiation, so she takes care of the mortals that are “stuck in limbo” so to speak, like they’re not alive, but for some reason they never made it to the underworld, so their sprits are stuck on earth. Melinoe watches and rules over those souls. She also makes sure that mortals respect the dead by giving proper funerals and (in some cases) leaving offerings or flowers and stuff like that. She also has the power to bring souls from the underworld onto the earth. I mean, most gods can do that (because Hercules did it in the movie with Meg’s soul after he became a god), but Melinoe can literally do like a whole spooky thing where she can go the the grave of the person that died and raise their soul from the dead. She thinks it’s really cool and she loves the scare people by doing that lol. Honestly, she just uses her role for fun lmao. She loves to pull pranks on unsuspecting mortals that deserve it, like if someone ended up killing someone else, Melinoe will take that soul and be like “Hey, you wanna get some revenge on the dude that killed you? Let’s go scare the crap out of him and haunt the heck out of him!” Lmao

Oh, also Hades will constantly try to get Melinoe to bring the souls on earth to the underworld, but she likes the company up there when she’s on earth and it’s part of her job to watch over them until they can get to the underworld (the souls that get stuck on earth are usually ones that weren’t ready to die and had issues and stuff on earth to deal with) so she just makes up excuses like

Melinoe: They’re not ready yet, dad. They still have unfinished business.

Hades: Mel, honey, you know I love you, but with all do respect…they’re DEAD! They don’t have anymore business! They should’ve handled all that stuff before they died!

Melinoe: Dad, they had a deadly illness. You didn’t really give them time to hash things out up there.

Hades: Hey, it’s not my fault those mortals don’t know how to cover their mouths when they cough.

And for Macaria, she’s goddess of blessed death, so the idea I had for her was that she was basically gonna be the caretaker or sorta the ruler of Asphodel Meadows. She makes sure all the souls are happy with their afterlife and watches over them to make sure everyone who is supposed to be there is in there.

I was also thinking about her also being the caretaker/ruler of the Elysian Fields, but I’m still deciding lol. Because I know in the series Hades was never allowed to enter the Elysian Fields (even though it’s a part of his domain) because it’s very exclusive and it’s supposed to be a final resting place and paradise for the souls of heroes. I don’t think Zeus wanted Hades “ruining” the place by doing things to it (i.e. building his own little “summer home” there) or messing with the souls there, so that’s why Hades was restricted from entering.

However, I like the idea of Macaria being a caretaker/ruler of the Elysian Fields just because it goes along with the whole “goddess of blessed death” thing and I think Hades would be so proud of his youngest baby for getting full access to the Elysian Fields, something he was never able to do even as god of the underworld. Also, I just find it so funny to imagine Hades constantly pestering his daughter to let him enter the Elysian Fields lmao.

Hades: Mac, sweetie, I’m your father! It’ll be fine! I’ll just be in and out! Zeus won’t even know I’ve been in there!

Macaria: Daddy, you know the rules. I can’t let you in. I’m sorry. I really would let you in, but I just don’t want to get in trouble with Uncle Zeus.

Hades: *sighs and smiles then chuckles* You really are just like your mother, aren’t you? *kisses her forehead* But trust me, I’d totally take the hit for you from Uncle Zeus if you let me in.

Macaria: Daddy…

Hades: Alright, alright. Sorry. I’ll drop the subject.

But yeah, like, at the same time, I just feel like Hades having a kid who’s allowed to enter the Elysian Fields would be too easy of a way for him to get in there. Like, Elysian Fields is supposed to be really exclusive and we all know Zeus doesn’t really trust Hades all that much (especially after the whole Olympus takeover thing), so would he really trust his child with Elysian Fields? Even if she’s the sweetest and most well behaved of his kids and takes the most after her mother lol? Idk, like I said, I really do love the idea, so I’m still considering it lol

So yeah, that’s all the roles the kids have and their jobs when they grow up lol! Oh and yeah, Hades DEFINITELY doesn’t want his kids to be overwhelmed or stressed with their roles, so if they ever need help doing things he will honestly drop everything to help them finish what they need to get done (and same goes for Persephone as well, she will do anything to help her kids with their roles too). Like, even if he still has stuff to do, he’ll help his kids. Zagreus needs help counting souls? He’s got it. Macaria needs help tending to the animal souls in Asphodel Meadows? Don’t worry, he’ll be there. Melinoe can’t find a missing soul on earth? Dad’s on the way lol.

[i-write-shakespeare-not-disney]

What are ur language hcs for Rody? I've seen ppl hc him speaking languages like Spanish, Italian, Portuguese or Dutch, so I'd like to know if there's any language u particularly like to hc him speaking. Also is there anything u want to say about the language Othenic that u made for ur last fic? Does it sound like any existing language or did u not put much thought into it?

okay, let me try this again now that I've had a day to rage about tumblr deleting my original reply kasdjfa

OKAY

Simpler answer first-- When I wrote in the "othenic" language, I never really thought of phrases or words for it, it's just another lesser know language of the world. My head imagines to have a sort of heavier touch on consonants, like Maya or Nahuatl, and a certain speaking rhythm that would make it sound musical, similar to Irish or Italian. But no actual phrases.

I headcanon Otheon having its own language typically, with English as the sort of European tether (as I've noticed in european media. Most people have like conversational English down pretty early on). HOWEVER---

So, when I saw Otheon in WHM, I sort of gasped and teared up a little bit because it looks so similar to my city in Mexico. The colorful houses, the tin roofs, the mountainous region with trees.

To the left is Sierra Ventana, where one of my great grandmas lives. I visit her every time I go to Mexico (hold on I think I even have photos I took last summer because the Rodydeku brainrot had already gripped me by the throat)

Ta-da!!! the view from my abuelita's patio!

So, of course I started projecting a lot of Mexican culture concepts onto Rody. That's why in "To End Up with You" he uses the phrase "Pampa nimitzlazohtla nochi no yollo." It's actual Nahuatl, one of the native tongues of Mesoamerica (the Aztecs, specifically). Like, yeah, he's European, but what if, y'know?

Okay, so now a deeper nosedive into my Rody Soul analysis.

I feel like we all forget that Rody was kinda rich before his dad was killed, so I think he managed to get a bit of schooling before they were run out. That makes me think that he had to be bi or trilingual at a young age, maybe not perfectly, but for sure enough to get by, especially on the streets.

Add to that the fact that a lot of europeans learn multiple languages because of how close so many other countries are to each other and how easy it is to travel between them (it's like an hour??? hello??? I drive an hour, I'm still in my fucking CITY).

I think I do kind of have Spanish and French as a given because of that, I mean they're very popular languages. And then Italian is pretty easy to comprehend if you know those two since the three are very intertwined and similar. Portuguese is super similar to Spanish as well, just with a throatier sound (like the French), so I think he'd at least be able to understand those at a surface level.

Of course, I headcanon he teaches himself Japanese because of Izuku, and since I'm teaching myself (with duolingo and some workbooks and music ksjfka), that's why I'm so specific about Rody being better about understanding when he hears it slowly, but not really being able to read Kanji much less write it. Also why Roro is a bit better at speaking it than Rody (living where the language is spoken really forces you to figure it out lmfao); he's had way more practice. Actually, if you pay attention, when Izuku describes Roro speaking, he describes it as proper, over-pronounced, and a bit choppy. But when Rody describes it, he considers it very flowy, even if it's not as fast as Izuku's. That was just the perspective since Izuku of course is a native speaker and Rody is just really fascinated with how quick his brother picked it up.

ALSO because English is a learned language in Otheon in my headcanon, I imagine that Rody also has an accent when speaking English!!!! And of course Izuku has one as well. I love accents. I love cultures. I love languages. And I love this couple because of how much I get to play with that, especially with expressions of affection, things lost in translation, creating a new language to let them say things. Like the Nahuatl Rody speaks, he describes as something you say to suggest a bond, a deep-rooted connection, etc. But the literal translation is "Te quiero con todo mi corazon" which, again, can't even be correctly translated into English since there's no word for "te quiero." Though the closest would be "I love you with my whole heart."

I also think Rody would love to learn other languages when he becomes a pilot, like at least enough to have a conversation even if he can't exactly read or write it, which is why I added Arabic and Hindi to the fic when he talks about languages. I think he'd want to get a good grasp on some of the most spoken languages in the world. I also think he'd like to learn Hebrew and Greek just because I think they're really pretty.

God, there's so many languages, and in a perfect world, he'd know them all at least a little, but ah well. I do think he'd really admire other languages, Dutch, German, Swahili, and all the ones that don't get quite as much love, you know?

Ahhhhh this is really long, but I hope I make sense. I hope you enjoyed reading this very long answer lmfao <3

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Summary: The reader gets dragged to a dinner by her brother Ricky. Normally she hates socializing with strangers. But Taz's kid manages to make her night.

"Come on, Y/N! We're gonna be late!" Ricky calls to you from the front door of your apartment. 

You groan from the bathroom and take one last look at yourself in the mirror. Your makeup looks somewhat presentable, especially considering that it's been so long since you've worn it. Your blouse itches your skin in an uncomfortable way, but you know that Ricky would kill you if you didn't dress up for this dinner. "I'm coming!" You shout back and head out of the bathroom. 

You join Ricky at the front door and he smiles at you. "Well don't you look sharp?" He teases you. "Are you ready to go now?" 

"Yes, I am ready for this dumb dinner that you are insisting I join you for." You grit your teeth. "I still don't get why you think that I need to go." You glare at Ricky. 

Ricky rolls his eyes and pats your shoulder gently. "You can't be a homebody forever, N/N." He reminds you. "Besides, getting out of the house once in a while is good for the soul." He adds. 

"So you claim." You reply sharply. 

Ricky pushes you out the door and you head to the car with a look of disdain on your face. The car ride is silent the whole way. When Ricky parks the car outside the curb to where this dinner is happening he stops for a second and turns to you. "Come on, Y/N. It's just a couple of hours. Can't you at least look like you're alive on the inside as well as the outside?" He asks you. 

"I know how to act in public, Ricky." You reply and fake a smile. "Come on, let's get this over with." 

You and Ricky head inside this nice restaurant and are escorted to the back where there is a long table set up and a bar off to the side of the room. Ricky walks over to the table with you at his side and approaches a shorter guy. 

"Taz! Sorry we're late." Ricky walks up to the guy with a smile. "My sister was taking her time to get all dolled up." He steps off to the side to reveal you standing behind him. 

"Ah, no worries Ricky, my man." Taz chuckles. "So this is, Y/N, then? Nice to finally meet you, kid." Taz greets you with a friendly smile. 

You nod and smile back at him. "Nice to meet you as well." You return his friendly greeting. "Ricky talks about you a lot." 

Ricky and Taz fall into a conversation about work so you slink away and head over to the bar. You order a drink and sit down on a barstool at the end of the bar near the wall. You've never been big on socializing. Your parents always used to joke about how opposite you and Ricky are when it comes to personality despite the fact that you're only a couple of years younger than him. 

You enjoy your drink in silence and do a quick survey of the room. Most of the people in attendance are all Ricky's age or older. But you spot one guy at the end of the table that looks to be around your age. And he looks just as miserable as you do being here. 

The stranger that is your age looks up from the table and locks eyes with you. 'Crap!' You think to yourself and quickly turn back around to the bar. 'Please don't come over here.' You beg silently and stare at your drink. 

"Hey." a male voice greets you from the barstool next to you. 

You look up from your drink awkwardly and turn to the formerly empty barstool. "Hi." You clear your throat and offer the newcomer a friendly smile. 

"I'm, Tyler." The guy replies with a smile that makes your heart skip a beat. "You're Ricky's sister right?" He asks you. 

You are a bit surprised that this cute stranger knows who you are. "Yeah, I'm, Y/N." You nod sheepishly. "Sorry if it seems like I was staring at you earlier." You bite the inside of your cheek. 

"No problem." Tyler chuckles. "You were checking out the room to see if anyone looked chatty right? I do it all the time." 

"Yeah." You laugh to yourself at how dumb it sounds. "I'm not really one for socializing, sorry." You apologize. 

Tyler seems unphased by your awkwardness and smiles at you. "No problem, I get it." He shrugs. "Do you mind if I hang around? I totally get it if you want to be alone though." He asks you. 

"Nah, it's okay." You reply.

You and Tyler sit in silence for a bit until you can't stand it anymore and turn to him. The two of you get to casually chatting. Most of the time you despise small talk with people that you don't know. But Tyler seems to make it so easy. 

On the other side of the room, Ricky and Taz are talking about work when Taz notices that his son is missing from his side. "Hey! Where did the kid go?" He glances around for Tyler. 

"Who? Tyler?" Ricky replies and glances around the room as well. "Oh! Well, would you look at that?" He chuckles when he spots Tyler sitting at the bar chatting with you. 

"Look at what?" Taz replies and follows Ricky's eyes over to the bar. 

Ricky chuckles and turns back to Taz. "I haven't seen her smile like that in ages." 

"Yeah? Well, I haven't seen Tyler look so enthused at a work dinner in a long time either." Taz chuckles with Ricky. "That must be some sister you got there, Ricky." 

"Oh, she's something all right." Ricky grins. 

At the end of the night, Ricky comes and collects you from the bar. "Hey, Y/N, I'm ready to head out when you are." He walks over to you and Tyler. 

"Hmm? Oh, Ricky." You turn away from listening to Tyler talk about his sneaker collection. "We're leaving already?" You ask him. 

"We've been here for like 4 hours." Ricky chuckles. 

"We have?" You cough. "Damn, I thought we've only been sitting here for like an hour. No wonder my ass is sore." You laugh. 

Tyler chuckles with you. "Yeah, mine too." He agrees with you. "I'll catch you later, Y/N. And don't forget to hit me up some time so we can hang out again." He adds before he walks off. 

"Yeah, definitely." You nod. "I'll catch you later, Tyler." You wave as he walks off. 

Ricky watches Tyler head off before he ushers you out the door. On the ride back to your apartment, he can't help but tease you. 

"So, you had a good time. Didn't you?" Ricky teases you. 

"Be quiet, Ricky." You roll your eyes at him. 

"Aww." Ricky continues. "Y/N's got a crush!" He laughs at the very noticeable blush on your face.