#creepy coolies

[xcyberwxrldx]

some lil fucking doodles of me and some friends roblox avatars

[tsamporadhoe]

my girl my girl my girl you will be

media: mamimi samejima from flcl 🤖

Does it look better b&w or full color? Can’t tell

I have space for 1 more character in my sketchbook pg, suggest a girl in red (see the last 2 posts)

[theglassesgirl]

If you wanna talk about cringe loser girl failures, Haru Haru Haruko is the blueprint

[danikamariewrites]

Azriel x reader

A/n: this is a modern/cc type AU. I loved writing this and thank you @thehighladywrites for commissioning this❤️ again, so happy you love it!

Word Count: 1,869

Warnings: drinking, allusions to sex, and fluff

You’ve been looking forward to Friday night all week. You Feyre, Nesta, and Elain had no time to hangout at all this week, so letting loose with your girlfriends is something you are in desperate need of. Your favorite part of going out is getting ready with them.

Nesta was the best at makeup, especially eyeliner. Feyre had the cutest clothes and shoes, and Elain was the best at hair, while you were great at throwing together outfits.

Currently, Nesta has your face in an iron grip so you don’t move away from the eyeliner she’s applying on you. You could hear Elain rummaging through Feyre’s shoes for the pink pair she loves. “All done. And don’t you dare smudge it. That’s a perfect wing.”

A small laugh escapes your lips as you pull on your mini dress. “Yes, yes I know Nes.” You hear Elain drop something out of frustration in the closet and call your name. Rushing over, you see she’s in complete disarray.

“What’s up lain?” She turns to you, giving you the saddest pout she can muster. “Will you help me pick out an outfit? I don’t wanna wear the same thing as last time but I want the pink shoes.”

After an hour you were all finally dressed up and ready to leave. Feyre poured four shots for you all of your favorite vodka. Clinking glasses the four of you downed the shots. “Here’s to a fun night ladies!” Feyre said cheerfully.

—

Entering Rita’s you noticed it was way more crowded than usual. You guys didn’t mind. As long as you got your drinks and danced until your feet hurt you would have a good time.

Once you got to your usual table you noticed four males across the bar staring at you and your friends. It wasn’t creepy, more inviting and flirtatious. And you had to admit none of the four were bad looking. They were all quite beautiful in different ways.

Two of them had the biggest Illyrian wings you had ever seen while the other two were clearly high fae. One with short, perfectly styled hair, tan skin. While the other had long red hair and a scar across his face.

You gave the pretty one with wings who was eyeing you a small smile as you sipped your cocktail before pulling Nesta onto the dance floor.

The stares throughout the night get even more intense as Feyre, Nesta, and Elain notice their admirers. The male staring at you sent you a wink that caused your cheeks to heat so bad that you had to take a break from ogling him.

Sitting in your usual booth and munching on nachos you peeked back over at the males, biting your lip. You were contemplating going over to them and asking them to join you. Elain nudges you with her foot under the table. Your head snapped toward her with a small smile. She narrows her eyes at you.

“You’re practically undressing that one male with your eyes.” She yelled over the thumping music. You giggled and dipped your head in embarrassment. “They've been staring at us all night.” You looked back over at them, “Should I go ask them to sit with us?”

The girls turned to look at them with you. As Nesta eyed the more muscular one a smirk broke out across her lips. “I say yes.” “Me too.” Elain and Feyre speak in unison. That’s all you needed. Pushing up from the booth with confidence you’d never felt, you begin to strut over to the males.

Stopping at their table you move your hands behind your back to hide their shaking. Your heart was beating so loud you were sure they could hear it.

“Hello,” you say in a sweet tone. “H-hi.” The one you had been sharing glances with stuttered, trying to lean on the high top table to seem relaxed. He was clearly as nervous as you. “I’m y/n.” You hold out your hand for him to take.

“Azriel,” he says cooly, holding out a scarred hand reluctantly. You take it, giving it a soft squeeze as you look deep into those gorgeous hazel eyes.

“My friends and I were wondering if you’d like to sit with us.” Your eyes sweep across their faces as they lit up. The muscular one repeatedly hits Azriel’s shoulder as if telling him ‘yes, say yes you idiot!’. “We’d love to.” He finally got out. You give him a wide smile and lead the males over to the table.

“Girls, this is Azriel. And his friends…” you trailed off waiting for them to introduce themselves. Muscles pushed Azriel aside, maintaining eye contact with Nesta as he brought her hand to his lips. “I’m Cassian.” “Nesta.” She replied coolly.

Azriel rolls his eyes at Cassian and the other male with black hair steps forward. “I’m Rhysand, lovely to meet you ladies.” He says with a feline grin that’s clearly natural to him. “I’m Lucien.” The red-head gives a small wave directed at Elain. “Sit.” Feyre says with a giddy look on her face as she drinks in every inch of Rhysand. He immediately gravitates toward her while Lucien sits next to Elain, Cassian nudges in next to Nesta, and to your excitement, Azriel sat next to you.

You thank the Mother. You had your eye on him all night and it seemed he felt the same way.

The conversation between the group flowed. You learned that Rhys, Azriel, and Cassian grew up together in the Illyrian camps and were practically brothers. It was rare that Illyrians lived in the city these days. But Rhys screamed wealth, so you assumed his parents were important people. Lucien had a falling out with his bestfriend, causing him to move out and the brothers took him in.

You and Lucien became fast friends over that shared experience. It was nice to finally get that off your chest. But the person who paid attention most to your story, really anything that came out of your mouth, was Azriel. He asked you questions and seemed truly interested in you. It made you flustered. Males aren’t usually so attentive like him. And you didn’t miss the mischievous looks each Archeron sister gave you when they caught him looking at you.

Feyre and Rhys left first. You knew that was coming, he practically had Feyre on his lap the whole night. Minutes later Nesta and Cassian took off with out a word. Then Lucien and Elain left arm-in-arm, leaving you and Azriel alone.

Your phone buzzed in your bag. Pulling it out you see notifications from the roommate groupchat from each female, letting each other know where they were and that they would not be coming home tonight.

You let out a breathy laugh before closing your phone and dropping it back in your bag.

“Do you want to stay for a bit?” Azriel asked. You looked up at him and nodded eagerly. You spent the rest of the night dancing together until you could barley stand.

“Can I walk you home?” He asked outside Rita’s, offering his arm like a true gentelmale. “Yeah, I’d like that. Plus, I’m not ready to let you go yet.” Azriel laughed and you led him in the direction of your apartment. On the way you and Azriel swap stories from your childhood as he flirts with you. You couldn’t stop blushing the whole way home.

Arriving at your apartment the tension between the two of you was at a breaking point. You lean against the door looking up at his towering figure, biting your lip again. “You look adorable when you do that.” Azriel thumbs at your lip and the all too familiar pink tint crawls back to your cheeks. “I don’t think I’m ready to say goodbye yet.” Azriel leans in close so that your noses brush against each other. “Me either.” He breathes out.

Azriel places his hand on the side of your neck and your eyes flutter close. He gently captures your lips in a slow, heated kiss. Warmth floods your body as his other arm wraps around your waist.

You blindly reach out and turn the door handle. Azriel picked you up without breaking the kiss, taking you into the apartment. “Down the hall, second door on the right.” You mumble against his lips. He lets out a hum in acknowledgement.

The next morning you’re sitting in the kitchen with your coffee going over your night with Azriel. You couldn’t stop thinking about the feel of his soft lips. The way his hands touched you in all the right places. Smiling to yourself you read over his text for the hundredth time.

Hey y/n, I can’t wait to see you for dinner tmrw night. Hope you have a good day sweetheart ;).

The picture next to his contact was a selfie he took in bed this morning. His onyx hair sticking up in places, a cute smile on his lips.

The front door opened, pulling you from your memories. Nesta trudged into the kitchen, shoes in hand and hair ruffled in places. But a smile on her face nonetheless. “Good night?” She nodded. “You?” You nod, motioning for her to sit.

Before you could pour her coffee Feyre and Elain came home. Both looking like Nesta. You grab mugs for them as they sit at the table.

One by one you each go over your nights. All absolutely giddy about your new males. You went last, following up your night with your good news. “I’m going to see him tomorrow night. He asked me to dinner.” The sisters let out a unanimous ‘ooohhh’. Feyre reached across the table to hold your hands. “I made plans with Rhys too.” You both let out a squeal of happiness.

Nesta and Elain go back and forth about texting Cassian and Lucien first. Sitting here with your best friends you can’t help but feel something has changed for the better. Like the mother herself brought you all together last night. You felt a phantom nudge on your shoulder as you encourage them to text the boys. Social rules be damned.

—-

It’s been a year since you and Azriel started dating. It happened so fast, but in a good way. It didn’t take long for the rest of the males to follow up with your friends.

Nesta and Cassian played hard to get for a while, as well as Elain and Lucien. But they worked it out. You had never seen Elain happier than with Lucien. They are the cutest couple. Feyre and Rhys happened right away. Faster than you and Azriel.

It was another Friday night, similar to that fateful one a year ago, but tonight was different. It was calm and fun. Each couple cuddled up on the couch with a bowl of popcorn watching the movie you and Az picked.

You guys still partied and went out just not as frequently now that you were all coupled up. You liked this. These calm moments where you could all be together. No partying, no loud clubs or obscene amounts of alcohol every weekend. Just relaxing with the love of your life.

[whump-mania]

Alright, here's my idea.

A whumper couple "fighting" over their whumpee, both of them wanting to torment them in their own ways (one can be a brute force trauma type whumper and the other can be a more creepy mind games whumper, i like that pairing) and Whumpee cant figure out if they're glad that they're being "saved" from the other or if they're more terrified that they're being fought over since the whumpers are getting increasingly violent and theyre afraid one might kill the other to keep them forever, and if that happens than it'll be a nightmare either way cause both whumpers are awful

(Thanks for the request!

TWs for cursing, fade to black beating/torture, mentioned drugging, creepy whumper (sfw))

“You’re putting too much thought into it. Just beat them,” Whumper 1 complained in an annoyed tone.

Whumper 2 circled Whumpee’s unconscious form like they were prey, thinking of all the ways they could make their life miserable. Many of the ways didn’t even involve touching Whumpee at all.

“You’re never any fun,” Whumper 2 chided. “You’re not considering how satisfying it is to play into fear,” they said cooly.

“We’re not here to play,” Whumper 1 said gruffly. “We’re here to retrieve information.” They pushed past Whumper 2 and kicked Whumpee in the chest, rudely waking them up. Whumpee coughed and groaned at the force of the kick. They were still a bit weak from what they’d been drugged with.

Whumper 1 stepped forward again to continue the assault, but Whumper 2 stopped them. “No no—let them wake up all the way. We want them to experience all of this.”

Whumper 1 rolled their eyes in frustration and turned around to look for something to hit Whumpee with in the meantime. While they were gone to the other side of the room, Whumper 2 smirked and knelt down next to Whumpee.

“We can make this so bad for you,” they whispered, taking a fistful of Whumpee’s hair and pulling. “You’ll be telling us what we need to know very soon. And after that, you’ll be begging us for death.” Whumper 2 leaned in closer so that their lips brushed Whumpee’s ear. “And we won’t give it to you.”

Suddenly, Whumper 2 was pulled away by the collar of their shirt and up to face Whumper 1, who glared at them dangerously. “That’s enough. You’re wasting time. Use your fists, not your head.”

Whumper 2 looked back at Whumper 1 smugly with no fear. “You don’t want to get in my way, friend.” They pulled a small pocket knife just barely out of their pocket, flashing it. “I can dish it out just as well as you can. I just prefer not to.”

“Is that a threat?” Whumper 1 growled, pulling Whumper 2 closer. The two were in a standoff.

Whumpee, who was just waking up still, managed to push themselves away a little bit. They were honestly relieved that the two were fighting—it took the attention off of them. Meanwhile, they couldn’t imagine being left alone with one of them. They balanced each other out. Whumper 1 could kill them just with their fists if they were alone with them too long, and Whumper 2 would make them wish they were dead with the psychological torment. They didn’t know which they hated most.

Slowly, they scooted themself to the corner to get away from the two as silently as possible. Upon doing this, Whumper 1 turned their head and dropped Whumper 2. “The fuck you think you’re doing?”

Whumpee whimpered and pressed themselves against the wall. They should’ve just stayed where they were.

“Listen…I think we should compromise here,” Whumper 2 said with a grin. “You do what you’re good at, and I’ll do what I’m good at. It’ll be so much for the poor thing. They’ll have to confess what we need eventually.”

Whumper 1 crossed their arms, thinking on it for a moment. “…Fine. But you don’t get to touch them. I want all their bruises to be mine.”

Whumpee shrunk in terror as both tormentors approached them.

[justatasteofyourpoison]

Revelations at Club Consent…

(A Hazbin Hotel/Alastor x Fem reader fanfiction)

Part 4

I had so much fun writing this! Hoping I’ve done the characters justice. No Alastor or smut this time, but he’ll be back in a few instalments. ;)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem Reader

Plot: You, Angel Dust, Cherri Bomb and Sir Pentious are out on the town. A little heart to heart with Angel Dust leaves you with questions…

Warnings: 18+, swearing, alcohol consumption, suggestions of abuse, fluff.

Word count: 1k ish

It was Thursday night and the atmosphere in Consent was electric. The bass was pumping and the place was filled with couples (and throuples and…) leading each other off into the various rooms for some consensual fun. You, Angel Dust, Sir Pentious and Cherri Bomb had decided that a night on the town was long overdue and Consent was usually your final pit stop. Alastor was doing one of his “late night broadcasts”, the first one in a long time. This only meant one thing; there would be some “new voices” on his show tonight…

“I can’t believe you aren’t fucking wasted yet Sir Pentious!” Cherri Bomb exclaimed loudly, leaning against the bar casually. “What can I say.” Sir Pentious hissed “I’m full of Sssirrr-Prises!” He exclaimed, laughing a little too hard at his own joke. “Right this calls for more shots and the only one that’ll fuck you guys up is the one named after yours truely! Hey bar keep!” Cherri said beckoning the heavily tattooed bar tender over, “eight Cherri Bombs please fella!”

“Coming right up Miss B!” the bartender shouted starting to gather up various dangerous looking liquors. “Wow a lot of people know Cherri Bomb” you thought to yourself. But she was one of the most exuberant heavy hitters in hell, so of course she would have a shot named after her.

Within minutes eight red flaming shots were lined up in front of you all. “Right bitches, you blow the flame out and then down in one! Try not to let it hit your tongue!” Cherri Bomb laughed downing the two shots with incredible speed. Sir Pentious was clearly out to impress so followed suit, a pained look crossed his face when he had finished the two rather large shots. You and Angel Dust took your time, the shot tasted like burning cough sweets. Not your cup of tea, but who’s saying no to a free drink? “Fuck I need to dance!” Exclaimed Cherri “whos comin?”

“Not tonight sweet cheeks, I’m gonna sit here looking cute and see if any of the boys over there will buy me a drink” Angel said gesturing towards a group of pretty guys in the corner. “Yeah not feeling it” you said cooly “I’ll keep Angel company. And out of trouble” you said elbowing him lightly in the side. “Looks like it’s just me and you, you snakey fuck!” Cherri shouted putting an arm round Sir Pentious “you comin?”

“Yes!” Sir Pentious exclaimed, far too excitedly. “I mean… Sounds fun” he said trying to tone it down. With that, the two bounded off to find a spot on the dance floor leaving you and Angel Dust together. “Hey hunny!” Angel Dust said waving his hand at the bartender “Can we have two Screaming Orgasms please sugar cakes?”. The bartender gave a cheeky grin, almost as if him and Angel had history… “So…” Angel began turning back to face you “How are things going with you and Tall, Dark and Creepy?” he said grinning cheekily with his head cocked to one side.

You tried to hide how taken aback you were from what Angel had just said. Had he noticed you and Alastor sneaking around? “What do you mean Angel?” You asked stuttering slightly.

“Oh c’mon toots, it’s hard not to notice. You and Alastor have been absent while the rest of the team has been altogether more times than I can count!” He said honestly. “And…” he reached out and brushed your hair away from your neck revealing bite marks and bruises. “There is no hiding them! But I do have some cream that can help with that, I used to use it all the time after a rough night with Valentino…” He said, his gaze suddenly seeming far away.

“Alastor…” You began, trying to get the words out of your suddenly seemingly drunken brain (dammit Cherri Bomb!) “He’s going through a rut… And for some reason he’s picked me to help relieve him…”

“Kinky!” Angel said wickedly, his eyes alight. The bartender placed two creamy cocktails in front of you “on the house” the bartender said winking at Alastor. “Thanks sweetheart” Angel purred before turning back and placing his hands on yours.

“But in all seriousness I only ask because I care about you, and we all know about the Radio Demon….” he said scowling. “Is he good to you? He isn’t hurting you is he?” His scowl turned to a look of concern. “Only if I want him to! Ha!” You exclaimed clinking your drink against his before taking a sip. “Oh God I’m pretty drunk” you thought. You tried to compose yourself, you didn’t want your friend to worry about you. “He’s very good to me Angel, yeah sure he’s been rough. But I like it… I don’t know what the future holds but he really is damn good to me” you said squeezing his hands between yours before letting out a hiccup. “Haha good, good…” Angel said nervously pushing your hands back down into your lap. “C’mon enough talk, let’s go dance!” Angel said downing his drink and pulling you towards the dance floor.

The dance floor was spinning and you boogied and pulled shapes like there was no tomorrow (hey it was hell, there might not be!) Angel was by your side the whole night, despite several beings trying to lure him away. He was such a good friend. “Y’know what Y/N?” he said trying to shout over the loud music. “What?!” You shouted drunkenly leaning into him. He put his arms around you and spoke into your ear “I’ve never heard of Alastor being in a rut, or ever seen him off with any girls or guys for that matter. Can’t say I’ve ever heard rumours of him on the dating scene either. Maybe you’re something special toots”.

Your drunken mind took a moment to comprehend Angel’s words before it suddenly had to take action “I need to go and ask him! I need innnnformation!” you said sloppily pulling away from Angel. You stumbled but luckily he caught you in his soft spidery arms. “Let’s get you home hun. You can talk to the scary red bitch tomorrow” he cooed leading you to the exit.

All instalments:

[murdocking]

„ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ”

- a chishiya series. ch2 ch4

masterlist

warnings + notes: mentions of sex… n*ragi…😒 just getting to the beach and getting used to chishiya. this one is short be grateful

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ:

- THE BEACH

you learned quickly that chishiya was very different from anyone you’ve met. he cooly serves truthful jabs of venom at people as though hes speaking of the weather. but you tried to cling onto the bare of companionship by offering him food and water you had packed- but he refused everytime.

“do you already have somewhere to stay?”

“yes. and it is not here.”

he continues to walk away from you, as he’s been doing for the past 2 miles since you’ve left the game arena.

“well… where is it then?” he sighs out, and you feel that you’re beginning to really annoy him at this point. “far from here.”

“how far?”

“whats with all the questions? don’t you ever stay quiet” he furrows his brows, stopping to look at you while he speaks.

chishiya seems to be like a sensitive brat, any sentence over 3 words makes him decay inside- and he’s kind of right. you have been asking him random questions this whole time.

“well i just want to… get to know you better maybe. you’re the first person i’ve been able to speak for more than 10 minutes to since i got here.” he chuckles a bit before lightly saying “they probably died to get away from you.”

ouch

but chishiya lets his own voice sink in and he realizes the cruelty of his words and cringes a bit inside, turning quickly and resuming his walk, “are you planning on following me like some creep?”

you take this as an invitation

“maybe…” though you can’t see him clearly, his hood blocking his face and the moonlight sky being the only source of light- chishiya seems slightly pleased by this response.

its dark, and cold. but only for a little while. when chishiya leads you past a certain corner, thats when you see it.

a hotel resort, brightly shining across the way. you can hear faint music playing and girls jumping and giggling.

“come on” he continues to guide you to the mysterious place’s entrance- not before running into a stranger. his face makes your arms tingle with nerves and fear.

“oh chishiya? you planning on having fun tonight huh?” he leans and rolls his shoulders under the rifle he carries, chuckling just inches away from your face. you feel queasy, his eyes stare and check you out with evil- and you wonder just what did chishiya get you into.

“no niragi. we’re going to see hatter, she’d like to join the beach.”

the beach?

niragi tsks, and leans back before looking at you dead in the eye despite speaking to his beach counterpart. “can’t wait to see her here then. dont be greedy either chishiya”

the creepy pierced man looks at you longer, enjoying the unpleasant face you’re making before walking off into a crowd of bikini wearing women who loudly giggle at his presence.

“ignore him, hes an idiot anyways.” chishiya doesn’t even look at you before making his way into the resort, locating the staircase and wasting no time to go up them. you wouldn’t exactly say you’re feeling that safe at the moment. the run-in with the creepo outside has made you quite unsettled.

“chishiya, if you dont mind me asking” he turns to look at you and you can definitely tell he does mind you asking. “what exactly is this place… what am i joining specifically?” chishiya inhales a quick breath before continuing to walk up the stairs.

“the beach is like a refugee camp, but partying if you will.”

“you dont seem like the party type”

he smiles “glad you realize.”

“so why are you here?”

he pauses for a second, not too long- but long enough for you to notice something is missing from your understanding of your newfound companion.

“hatter will explain it all to you, hes the leader. im simply an executive.” he lifts his arm up, his sleeve falling slightly to expose the beach bracelet he wears, the number 11 printed onto it.

hatter originally gave you the impression of some passive leader, but once he leads you into his personal quarters- without chishiya present, you’re feeling as though the whole place is filled with creeps.

theres a topless woman grinding herself onto his leg while he stares at your frame behind his dimmed sunglasses, swirling his gross liquor in his hand.

once again, you’re feeling small- and slightly scared.

you lower your gaze, his stare is getting too much.

“not sure how much chishiya has told you… but first things first you need a bikini.”

“e-excuse me..?”

you lift your head up quickly and hes menacingly smiling “thats a rule here at the beach. cant hide weapons when youre wearing swimwear. i’ll have someone get something for you don’t worry.” you just nod

“here at the beach, you can enjoy it all. the food, drinks, partying… sex! there’s no limit here. but, a few things.”

he shuffles and slightly pushes the woman on his lap off onto the couch instead, she huffs a bit but resorts to nibbling onto his ear as he leans forward to rest his elbows onto the table in front of you both

“here, all beach members go to games for me. we collect the cards, searching for the answer to these games. and searching for a way out. you’ll be sent to some games, and if you live i expect you to give me the card at the end.”

the card..? you gasp lightly and tell him “wait!” and reach inside your pocket.

his face transforms into a dear smile as he leans closer and snatches the two of diamonds card from your hand

“wow… good job. none of my members have been able to locate this card, shame cus its such a low difficulty.” he examines the card and you nervously laugh, playing with the strings of your pants

“another rule, all doors are unlocked. not a single lock is on these doors- except for the higher positions like myself.” he takes a swig of his drink before continuing. “finally, we bring death to all traitors. you’re a part of the beach now. and you’ll stay a part of it until you die.” his playful demeanor has cut out like a bad signal, and he stares at you blankly- observing how you’ll react.

it takes a minute, but you clear your throat and begin to speak

“can i choose my own swimsuit?”

it takes a while, but you concoct a mix-and-match set that gave more coverage than your other options within your size.

you just decided on a swimsuit skirt set- though you’ll admit the v-plunge of the top was a bit more than what you’d like. the beach bracelet reminds you of the diamond’s bracelet- and you resist the urge to scratch at it.

you search for an empty hotel room, preferably one where theres no discarded clothes littering the bed- or worse… the people doing it on the bed.

eventually you get settled and let your body melt into the plump mattress and thats when you start to feel the exhaustion on your body.

you decide that nows a good time to sleep.

until your hunger wakes you up when dusk sets in. though you truthfully don’t want to go downstairs and feel exposed in the swimsuit, you accept that this is how you’ll have to live your life until you either die or leave the games.

[motleyfolk]

Interesting Webs Bookmarks

Cool, fun or interesting websites I've come across over my wanders of the internet that I wanna keep track of.

Last updated: 14/12/23

Fun / Interesting

DeathGenerator - Put text over classic game meme pics.

Wiki Pages listing every religion, medieval weapon, superpower, planets, etc in the world.

Flowergame - Like a pet game but with plant seeds.

The Quantitative Study of Dreams - Scientific papers, findings and videos on studying dreams. Still updated! Could use for uni...

5etools - Free dnd toolset for 5E DND

Oragami Dinosaur - How to make an oragami dinosaur by the Natural History Museum !

Ian's Shoelaces - Thousands of ways to tie and lace your shoes! And info about laces.

Creepy/Mysterious/Cryptozoology/Myths

Occultopedia - Wiki for everything occult/supernatural.

List of Cool Wiki Pages

List of Spooky Wiki Pages 

Another List of Spooky Wiki Pages

Spooky Podcast List

The Blobs That Fell From The Sky - Article on that one time in 1994 when it rained “gelatinous blobs.“

Otherhand - Some guy going to weird places and writing stuff. Also physics.

Andes Plane Crash Article

The Haunted Web - Yesterzine

Spirit Cellar's Horror Zone - Has some cool, old game, movie and book recommendations. Can even watch Night of The Living dead for free.

The Shadowlands - Retro paranormal, cryptozoology, alien mysteries website.

Gods And Monsters - Tons of god pantheons, myths and creatures info but also sometimes analysed.

Blood Knife - Website with manifestos, articles and reviews about horror, culture, humanity and tech.

Frightbytes - Spooky interactive stories, info and graphics.

Folklore of Scotland Map

Music/Reading

Radiooooo - Online, worldwide, music time machine

Radio Garden - Listen to radios across the world live

ABookLikeFoo - Put in 2-3 books you like, it gives book recommendations you are statistically unlikely to read

Free Movies, Books, Shows & Audiobooks

Better World Books - New and used books for cheap.

Spirit Cellar's Library - A cooly designed, mini free library.

AC - Page thats just a video of animal crossing music corresponding to your time. Can change it to cf, nl or nh.

Social

warmly - Send a bio of yourself, find other bios and then make a penpal.

SomaFM - Underground radio stations

thenicestplace - A loop of random people worldwide giving you a hug :)

space email - Send out a random message to the universe or refresh and get random ones from anonymous people.

RecommendMeABook - Get the first page of a book with no title, author or nothing to help you pick a new book to read.

Tumblr’s Folklore Stories - List of posts that are basically tumblr mythology (God of Arepo, The Witch’s Cat, etc)

Multiverse- Cool blogging website

The Orb - Pondering the orb in forum.

[awrkive]

Since another nb!chapter is approaching, I've come to share some of my delusional imaginations with awrkive nation:

"You can just toss them in the hamper." He says, cooly. You do as he says so.

Keep your calm, Jungkook.

Don't let your intrusive thoughts get ahead of you. He takes a sip of his coffee.

He watches as the object of his thoughts shuffle across his apartment. You do not need to smell her scent on your clothes! That's creepy!

They're my clothes though...

Heck, they probably smell the same. Given their shower routines. Separate, of course. Not that Jungkook is adverse to conserving water.

//PS: I just love your writing and story so much, arghh so good!

KSJFHSUHFKDSHFKDHKFDHSKFUIDVJVHHKHKD AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEE😔😔💔🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠 too bad we're not getting a jungkooks pov soon </3 but this is so good yalls imagination are crazy

[cyren-myadd]

Can we get a snippet of Blood is thicker than Water Chapter 16? I love your Story.I'm excited for Chapter 16 too come out !

Of course! Chapter 16: The Hard Way, will be posted tomorrow! I hope it lives up to expectations :)

There was no clock in the room, so Spider had no idea how late it was before he heard the house get quiet. Quaritch poked his head into his room a few times, but his check-ins grew less and less frequent as the night dragged on. Every time it happened, Spider pretended to be fast asleep. Hopefully, his acting let Quaritch’s guard down even more.

When it felt like an hour had passed since the last check-in, Spider decided it was time to enact his plan. Silently, he slipped from his bed and crept over to the door, his bare feet making no sound on the wooden floor. He listened intently for any sounds of movement out in the hallway, and cautiously advanced when he heard nothing but silence, ready to scramble back into bed at the slightest creak. Goosebumps rose on his skin from the cool air. Spider slowly turned the handle of the door and nudged it open, careful not to let it creak, and he peered out into the hallway.

A pair of pale blue eyes peered right back at him.

“Shit!” Spider’s voice cracked hard as he leapt away from the door. To his horror, it swung open to reveal Quaritch standing out in the hallway, looking for all the world like a slasher movie monster waiting in the shadows for its next victim.

“Ma Eywa, you scared the shit outta me! What the hell are you doing just standing there like that?” Spider asked, throwing a hand over his racing heart.

“I don’t want to hear you say that word again, alright? And relax, I was just gonna check on you again.” Said Quaritch cooly. Spider seriously doubted that. With how quiet it was out there, he was sure he would’ve heard his footsteps approaching. Had Quaritch just been standing there the whole time?

“Hell?” Spider repeated in confusion.

“No, the other one. “Aye-wah.” You ain’t a damn native so you can keep the native’s creepy tree god out of your mouth.”

“Right…” Spider fought the urge to roll his eyes at his pronunciation.

“You look awfully nervous, son.” Quaritch’s eyes narrowed. “You ain’t getting up to something you ain’t supposed to, right?”

“Well, that depends. Am I not allowed to use the bathroom after bedtime?” Spider mentally patted himself on the back for how smoothly he recovered.

Quaritch didn’t say anything to that, but he let Spider pass, so it counted as a win in Spider’s book. He pretended to use the toilet before returning to bed and closing the door. Spider sighed in relief once he was safely on the other side of the door.

Okay, so that didn’t work, but the night is still young.

[fairymint]

❣

Most curious dude ever; as an angel, he definitely carries and sells the xenophillic/teretophilia card, sfw or not. let him study you like a bug

Very understanding and patient, compassionate in general, because if you've had an emotion, he's felt and is feeling it. Very Empathetic.

A looker, presumably, both in general build of being conventionally attractive, and....the fact that he's no always solid. You'll be treated to prismatic and transparent/lucent imagery.

that said, feeling multiple emotions means the bad ones, or perhaps the conflicting ones, which can dull his responses. comes off too cooly sometimes. or possessive, etc.

eye contact, a lot of it. his curiosity may come off as either threatening/creepy like a grown man staring, or annoying the way that a child might stare. It's quite excessive, actually.

since he has no regard for polite society and human/angel rules, I'm sure not everyone can handle him; he's 'selfish' and hedonistic in that sense. on the flipside, he becomes fixated on people given enough time with them, and can casually invade personal space. Just watch him appear in your home uninvited, but also without noise or warning. surprise! he's sitting on your bed.

[b4theworldends]

Feeling sad bc climate activist that is like 4 years younger than me reached out again and I thought it was to platonically rant and rave about what we have to do protect the seaside home I’ve always had and he’s “come to love” but he just double texted that he’d really enjoy a “physical connection to create more beautiful things at the end of the world” and I guess he just wanted to fck and not make music and discuss and drink tea :•\ and I’m also sad bc my cooly cutie crush wasn’t real but it was but it wasn’t and I’m also sad bc it’s the literal end of the world and trump was in my town yesterday and Elon blows up rockets whenever he wants and creepy little creepers have invaded my sleepy seaside home :•\

[inkshadow]

a hearty laugh spills from his lips and he can't help but poke her cheek. ❝ i'm glad i'm still of some use to you after all this time. ❞ really, he'd be distraught if she suddenly finds no reason to keep him around. her exasperated response wasn't mirrored in his, caelum still remaining nonchalant as ever when it came to proposals. he cooly sips his drink and tips his head upon swallowing, more confused than anything by her disbelief. ❝ why wouldn't i be? ❞ a shrug rolls off his shoulders and it's obvious that he's turning the gears in his head but not for the reason she assumes; he's got all the money in the world, after all. ❝ clean my place? ❞ he snickers. ❝ we have a maid for that. plus i wouldn't ask my best friend to clean my family estate... you really don't need to feel bad. i'm sick of you having to deal with creepy old men. ❞ and he'd be lying if he said that he wasn't far too overprotective of her because of it.

           almost wanting to sigh out of relief that caelum understood what she meant, as always, she could turn to him whenever she felt confused in the head. " exactly. see this is why i keep you around, you always know what i'm saying. " she jokes around, giving him a nudge with her elbow. sora was in the middle of taking a sip from her drink when she heard his proposed solution, and it took all of her not to spit the drink his way. swallowing hard and making sure not a drop of liquid was left, she finally replies, " huh !? caelum, you can't be serious . . . " eyes squinted, she stares at him, studying his face, trying to find traces of it all being a joke. when she didn't find any, it prompted her to sit back and think, " but - i would . . i would feel so bad if i just take your money like that ? can't i at least clean your place or something ? " normally she wouldn't care about taking without giving, but he was different.

[thelinelemon]

Their dynamic is so dysfunctional and bittersweet :(

[terminally-karkalicious]

too much chocolate gonna throw up

[cybervigilante]

wally's eyes shift from gazing at the stars to landing soft on the flicker of wonder disrupting the trained restraint of dick's features. as always, whatever tricks the bat had taught him to keep his humanity at bay falter once he's out from under his oppressive watch ⸻ learned habits thawing even faster when in the presence of friends. there's a thrum of pride that swells within wally's chest to know he'd gifted dick yet another unforgettable experience, wishing only that their pending conversation were of a more pleasant ilk.

he takes a breath, recalling the gentle lull of aunt iris' voice answering his disgruntled questioning of how she could bear sharing barry with central city, first, and then the rest of the world as he reckoned with the fact that even as his faithful sidekick, there were battles he was not strong or even capable enough to face at The Flash's side. ' you can't keep people tied to you, wally. ' she had answered, her hands sweeping back his auburn fringe as he lay pouting and inconsolable over being sidelined in her lap. ' the biggest sign of trust and honest love is letting the people you care about walk their own paths, and trust they'll find their way back to you in the process. ' naturally, the concept didn't stick; and while he technically understands he couldn't keep dick tied to him like he would tether a birthday balloon on his wrist as a little kid to keep it from flying away, he doesn't necessarily like it.

‵ he's a friend. ʹ wally concedes but not in the way dick had meant. roy was a friend in the way his mom had conditioned to see all his classmates as "friends" since grade school; even the ones that picked on him, even the ones he never spoke to. any proximity that could be built between them ⎯ and there was ample potential for closeness, if their shared sense of humor and comedic back-and-forth on a good day was anything to go by ⎯ had been smothered the moment his mere presence had felt like a threat to the bonds within their fledgeling team the speedster wished to solidify. the first time donna had giggled flirtatiously at his stupid jokes, and the first time the common fights he provoked with dick seemed more playful than antagonizing, were where their loosened ties began to properly fray. ‵ but you're my best friend. ʹ he emphasizes with a throat as constricted as the palm squeezing dick's own in punctuated frustration.

sure, he had experienced a few dreary balls alongside the acrobat himself, knowing well how they tended towards tedium and how strange ( if not a little predatory ) some guests could be with dick. wally had saved him a couple times from the same situation he claims had happened this time also, albeit in childish ways that usually ended with him clumsily spilling a drink on whatever creepy heiress du jour had swept dick away and tugging him out of danger in a hasty retreat. no one had ever swooned over his actions like this then, no one had even taken interest enough to take a single picture of them ⸻ not like the elegant yet rebellious ones of dick and roy that glared at him from the back of his dad's newspaper as he dove his nose into the sports section. not one gossip panel had gushed over a single picture of them raiding the snack table and indulging in their spoils by the balcony, but there were at least a dozen on roy stealing champagne flutes and toasting a smirking dick who cooly leaned back against the wall and watched.

‵ ⸻ i'm just saying this all feels different from all the times i did it. ʹ he murmurs between clenched teeth. ‵ and you never looked at me like that when i did, either. ʹ wally's chin juts up indignantly, as if the twinkling of the stars above them mirrored the conspiratorial splendor plain in dick's face as roy stepped in and swept him off in a dance of his own. the frown slanting his mouth deepens, mood souring the more he remembers how gallant the archer had seemed; how in the cuts of videos that caught the seconds before he'd managed to detach the woman from dick, roy had resolved for a boisterously honest reprimand of ' hey, lady, you're crushing my friend's toes ! ' before swaying away with him ⎯ a far cry from the juvenile tactics wally had resorted to, and the fleeting but hypocritical ' sorry! ' he would always cast in between the burbling spill of his and dick's laughter.

dick sighs a little bit, looking from the extended hand to the angry-but-not-explaining face of his best friend. but even that small act was still proof of wally's kindness --- how he's willing to drain himself, just a little for dick's comfort. to share the experience, one dick knows with great detail how much wally enjoys. whatever this was, whatever was bugging his friend did nothing to diminish his trust in him. ultimately, he'll always take the hand. it's a good five minutes from then they come to a stop, and dick's only a little dizzy and feels slightly exhilarated from the rush itself. knows wally went easy on him considering the seconds it took him to get to gotham in the first place, but for as much experience and training as he has with the speedster --- he's still regular human. he takes a one, two steadying breath and then glances around at the empty field they'd ended up at. nebraska, then, from the look of it --- close to blue valley if he had to guess. this time, dick lets a sigh of relief out. he'd come to love gotham, devote his life to it even, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss moments like this. wide open fields, grass tickling his fingers and when he looks to wally, and follows his gaze: STARS. unhindered by dreary clouds or batsignals, and with a brightness the acrobat hasn't seen in years. dick, keeping their hands clasped, takes a seat next to the collapsed speedster. still focused on the stars, feeling all for the world like he could finally release some of the tension in his shoulders there's a comfort tugging at his senses that even without direction, wally knew him too well. this --- far from any newsreel or billboard, was perfect. reminded dick that everything, even gossip, eventually ran its course and he was sure to hit the end soon enough. his thoughts turned towards the cosmos, dick's focus is rerouted downwards as wally speaks and pulls his phone out to share something. it takes all but a glimpse at the screen to realize he's being shown a frame he's seen every other moment in gotham. one classmates threw in his face the second school was back in session, one even BRUCE WAYNE had (awkwardly) asked about. the video showed roy harper: cleaning up nice and with his trademark smirk in place, leading them through a dance and dick --- flushed but grateful, following. dick groans, rolls his eyes and looks away almost immediately because he could recite every step of that video with his eyes closed. it was a nice moment, then, but dick was sick and tired of seeing it everywhere like it was some hot piece of gossip rather than a rescue mission. " UGH. you and me both. " he jokes, hoping now that they've covered that they can move on to something, ANYTHING else than a topic dick's been discussing at length recently. it's his friends second sentence that makes him realize this isn't just making conversation --- THIS IS THE CONVERSATION. dick stares at wally like he's waiting for the 'gotcha!' . of all people, wally has to understand. dick's only put wally through a small, handful of galas but even he agreed it was like watching paint dry somehow got even MORE boring. any time he did invite wally, they almost always snuck out early (stealing a few trays of snacks) to go play video games in his room. roy was SAVING dick from a particularly painful dance with one of the old heiress' to some fortune, one who always made him uncomfortable. and despite it being his best friend in the whole world that was saying it, dick feels the need to defend the archer when he was most definitely just doing dick a favor. " speedy stepped in to help me --- he saved me from a toe-crushing dance with one of b's fake 'friends'. " removing his hand finally to shift and fully face his friend, like he could gather an explanation from body language alone. " and what are you talking about, roy's your friend, too!"