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[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

Are you really siblings if you don’t argue with each other during a life and death situation?

(Scene is based on “Snakes in the Garden” by Miss_Ginger_Bread on Ao3}

[confessedlyfannish]

DP x DC Prompt #7

Robin is heretofore thought to be alone when he swings his katana behind him, almost catching the Adam's apple of his mother's new lover.

"Whoopsie!" Danny says, taking an agile step back, as if Robin's slice was a slip of the hand rather than a deliberate and likely fatal attack.

"What are you doing here," Robin demands, mask hiding the momentary widen of his eyes. No one sneaks up on the heir of Batman, least of all his mother's latest toy.

"I wanted to chat, just you and I," Danny says, as if they are standing on a sidewalk and not the rooftop of a forty floor building in the dead of night, Robin in full costume. "I know you were kinda caught off guard yesterday night."

"I was not caught off guard."

This is a lie. Yesterday night when Talia had appeared at the latest Wayne Charity Ball as the date of Daniel Fenton, an up-and-coming name in renewable energy, Father's dumbfounded look had been nothing less than genuine.

And even the Annoyance had choked on his non-alcoholic champagne when Talia had instructed Damian to greet his "new stepfather".

"Talia," Danny had said levelly, running a hand over hers placed delicately in the crook of his arm, "Remember how we were going to break this gently?"

"Darling, Al Ghuls do not require a gentle break," Talia had replied.

"What is happening," Tim had quietly muttered, squinting at the contents of his glass suspiciously. "What."

Tonight Danny is as calm as he was the previous night, looking amused if anything. Damian resists the urge to take another swing at him. Mother would probably not like that. Danny's affections towards her had seemed quite genuine, his eyes often on her with a light Damian reluctantly recognized from Grayson's many dalliances. And dare he say it, Mother had seemed to reciprocate.

"My mistake. Still," Danny says, "I was hoping to speak with you alone."

"I do not require another father," Damian says promptly. This is true. He already has a father, and a Grayson, and the other annoyances, and Alfred. "And you should not be speaking to a...minor...without their guardian present." He does not like saying this, as he is fully capable of being his own guardian, but Dick had been adamant once updated by Tim and Barbara that should Damian come in contact with Danny alone he was to say as such. He had extracted a promise from Damian after a high-pitched lecture via video call going on nigh an hour. Damian had been waterboarded, twice, and would have preferred a third time to one of Grayson's seminars on "stranger danger" and "parental custody". It had prevented him from going on patrol with Batman, who had left shortly after the gala, presumably to meet with his mother.

Batman had not succeeded, returning without a word. Red Hood, cackling, had pulled up behind him to congratulate Damian on his new "daddy" and loudly tell Oracle how Bruce had gotten an eyeful. An eyeful of what, Damian wasn't sure, and asking only made Jason laugh harder and Dick yell from the Batcomputer.

"Good thing I'm speaking to Robin, then," Danny says with a grin. Damian updates his mental file on the man to less of a goody two-shoes than previously thought. "And like I said last night, I'm not here to overstep."

"Then?" Robin asks crossing his arms.

"You and I are a lot alike, actually," Danny says. Despite the chill of the night, wind whipping at his hair, he seems very comfortable in his t-shirt and jeans.

Damian scoffs and Danny holds his hands up.

"Okay, I deserved that one. What I mean is, and bear with me here, I had a lot going on when I was your age, and my parents weren't always super...present. Their work kept them pretty distracted as we got older and more independent."

The background check they'd run indicated Danny's parents were scientists, his sister a therapist and women's self-defense instructor. The man himself had nothing remarkable on his record beyond a public intoxication charge in his early twenties, but that hardly meant anything. Talia Al Ghul's public record was nothing short of exemplary, one of the many facts that had made the judge reluctant to grant Bruce full custody.

"And listen, I know the way I was raised in the midwest is vastly different from your upbringing, and comparing the two would likely be condescending and a disservice to you, but I also know that while I liked my independence, I wish I had been able to talk to my parents more when things got tough."

"I fail to understand what you are saying," Damian says flatly. "Are you instructing me to speak to my parents as you believe I am having a hard time? And your basis for this incredibly incorrect hypothesis is you were once a teenager whose parents were neglectful? Also, this is certainly overstepping."

Danny's smile is sheepish. "It is, isn't it?"

Damian turns to leave.

"What I'm trying to say," Danny says loudly. "Is that I intend to stay in Gotham. I have some things I need to see to here so I'll be here a while.

"And this is important to me because--"

"Talia will be staying." When Damian continues to stare at him blankly, he clarifies: "With me. Here. I mean, we definitely will go on a honeymoon at some point, even though I'm not sure we're actually married no matter what Talia says about that ceremony--"

"Tt. Grandfather will never let Mother simply galavant around."

"You don't need to worry about Ra's any more," Danny says, straightening. His voice is firm and certain. "He won't be bothering you or your mother."

"That's impossible," Damian says sharply.

"You can ask Talia yourself." Danny pulls out a card. "This is the hotel we're staying at. Room 805. You are right that you definitely shouldn't come without your father's permission, but if he's alright with it please feel free."

Danny takes a step closer, and if Damian's quick grip on his katana bothers him he doesn't show it.

"I mean it Robin. I'm not saying Talia's going to petition for joint custody, and I'll make sure Batman knows that as well. I just want you to know she's here. If you ever want to...see her."

He holds out the card until Damian plucks it from his hand with a growl.

"And also, Damian?"

"What?" Damian snaps.

"Your mom talks about you all the time. I think she'd like to see you too."

"Tt." Damian says, eyes darting down to the card. When they flick back up, Danny is gone.

Damian pulls a quick 360, sword drawn, but the man is nowhere to be seen.

"Robin," Batman says in his comm. "Need you on the west docks."

His comm line was open the whole time, he realizes, but Oracle is uncharacteristically silent. A further investigation shows no time has passed since Danny arrived at the roof. Only the card clenched in his fist indicates he was ever there.

"On my way," Damian says, sheathing his weapon.

Hmph. Of course. His mother is no fool, least of all in her selection of lovers.

Upon arriving at the cave later that night, Damian exits the clock at the rear of the group.

"Father," he says as he clears the threshold. "I wish to spend time with Mother and Stepfather at their earliest convenience. Perhaps tomorrow after school."

Everyone stops still, turning to look back at him. Tim pauses mid-stretch, Steph's jaw drops, and Cassie smiles pleasantly at him. Even Alfred, a tray of freshly baked cookies in hand, blinks at him.

Bruce's mouth opens and closes, wordlessly.

"Absolutely not!" Dick Grayson screeches from the other end of the hallway, dufflebag in hand. Behind him Jason grasps the doorway, doubled over in laughter.

[tojisun]

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bimbo reader and simon?! 🤭🎀

YES!! but most definitely price x weird gf!reader teehee <33 she looooves biting him :’>

….hey maybe price’s girl taught bimbo!reader the joys of marking up your man with deliberate (and non-sexual) bites

bimbo!reader gnawing on simon’s tatted arms for fun and simon pulling a silly and getting her teeth marks tattooed on his skin.

he comes home and shows it to you and you’re like ?? because duh you wanna mark him more and simon offers you his other arm like, “haha babe i really hope you didn’t forget i have two :D” and you’re just. back to gnawing <33

-;

weird gf!reader filling john’s arms and shoulders and neck with bite marks that john had to keep hiding them whenever he had to leave for work but he kept popping up with bandages and gauzes and it got everyone so worried that price finally gave up on hiding them and just showed up at the base with teeth indents on his skin. johnny screamed.

you roll your eyes at the story and john flicks at your nose gently, saying, “be nice.” and, in retaliation, you dig your teeth a tad deeper.

you expected john to complain about the pain and pull away, but when you look up, you see this utterly enamoured look on his face it makes you shy.

“why’d you stop?” john asks, almost pouting, when you pull away.

“stop looking at me like that, what the hell.”

[angelfoxx]

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ❝ A DIFFERENT NAME. ❞

…what they (endearingly) call you.

FEATURING: simon “ghost” riley, john “soap” mactavish, keegan p russ

WARNINGS: suggestive + mild nsfw. mild. also implied fem!reader for keegan’s part

NOTE/S: i love keegan so fucking much i want to plant my face between his legs and mash my face into his lap

★ SIMON “GHOST” RILEY.

✦ For a while, nothing. The progression is your callsign, to your last name, and then to your first name, and then it kind of stops there, because that’s a lot.

✦ At some point, probably when you two are casually working together — not on the field but just back at base, maybe you’re doing chores or something of the like — maybe he’s feeling a little sappy, or maybe he’s just a little tired, but either way, he’s not gatekeeping his words. He’s not watching himself.

✦ You pass him a mug of tea, and he takes it with a grunt and “thanks, love.”

✦ Absolute fucking silence.

✦ He stumbles into a short apology, and you almost fall over yourself trying to tell him that it’s okay and actually it’s really endearing and you really like being called that. He actually argues against you, cites safety as one of the reasons that he can’t call you that and get used to calling you that — and then, at some point, he runs out of rebuttals and all that’s left is the fact that you want him to keep calling you that.

✦ It takes him a long time to get comfortable with it, but over time, “love” becomes his new nickname of choice for you. At some point, he seems to say it more than he addresses you by your actual name. In public, he doesn’t usually call for you by name, and if he does, it’s your last name or maybe your first name. In private, he eventually almost solely refers to you as love. He also does it excessively. “G’morning, love. You tired, love? That one’s yours, love.” Et cetera.

★ JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH.

✦ Because he’s the way he is, chances are you’re being called by a nickname more than you’re being called by your name. And not necessarily, like, lovey-dovey ones.

✦ He’ll call you by your callsign on missions, right? And then you get back to base afterward and you’re both still sweaty and gross and he’ll come over and clap you on the back and go “that’s how it’s fuckin’ done, sugartits!” and you get to respond in kind by calling him whatever stupid nickname you can think of. “Dickweed” makes him laugh.

✦ At some point in the relationship, though, you guys don’t just fuck around 24/7. To be clear, the stupid nicknames are always going to stick around and the entire base knows that the two of you seem to be in a headlock over who can come up with the worse one, but as time goes on, there are genuine sweet ones thrown in.

✦ “Baby” is his favorite. Horrendously basic considering that he mashes words up for the most abhorrent nicknames he can make up, but he seems to like the simple shortness of it. It slips off of his tongue so nicely and it seems like, while his stupid nicknames make him laugh, “baby” makes him smile like an idiot.

✦ He’s most prone to using it in private (it’s deliciously low and gravelly when he’s got his eyes lidded and mouth curved into a wicked smirk and he’s knelt so casually between your legs) or in public. Especially if it’s a night where everyone is training or gaming. Any sort of situation in which you can beat someone else, he’s calling you by it. “Get ‘im, baby!” “Fuck ‘im up, baby.” Things like that. If/when you win in sparring matches or poker or whatever the fuck else, he’s very prone to celebrating on your behalf and referring to you as “my fuckin’ baby/girl/boy”.

★ KEEGAN P RUSS.

✦ this man could call me whatever the fuck he wants and i’d go weak in the knees. he could call me shitbrains in that sexy fucking voice of his and id be like yes yes shitbrains is me that’s me can I choke on your dick sir can i gargle your balls can i

✦ He really likes to call you by your last name. He makes a point out of using it as much as he can. If you have a callsign, he usually disregards it and just continues to call you by your last name. If you ask him about it, he’ll play dumb. and he’ll be biting back a smirk and then you’ll get on your knees and suck him off cause why haven’t you started doing that already

✦ Eventually, though, he might feel inclined to tease you. He’s obviously not opposed to doing the dirty work for the Ghosts — he’ll climb through sewers, stake out in muddy creeks, et cetera. If you make a comment about those environments to him, he’s prone to laughing at you and then, god damn the man, he’ll tease. “Not good enough for you, princess?”

✦ You sort of freeze up. He notices your hesitation and briefly thinks it’s because he’s possibly incurred a friendly fight but no, it’s because of that fucking name. Keegan’s blessed with the ability to fluster you very easily and so him calling you fucking princess has you sort of stumbling over yourself.

✦ He tortures you with it. Tortures you. He calls you princess or doll (because both make you sound little and weak, and he loves trying to get under your skin) when there are other people almost within earshot. He knows they can’t hear him — he’s insanely perceptive. You don’t know that, though, and so when you’re gearing up for a mission and he stoops down on his walk by and tells you that “you got a smudge on your cheek, princess”, he almost cackles upon your eyes going wide and your response being to immediately scold him for it. He’ll keep it coolly professional on public comms, but he’s tormenting you with it when you’re face-to-face or on a channel exclusive to the two of you.

✦ He tortures you with it in the best way. He does. Because he’s calling you princess while you two are working and he’s calling you princess when he’s looking to get a rise out of you but he’s also calling you princess when he’s got you bound so expertly in his private barracks and he’s also calling you princess when you’re straddling him in the driver’s seat of one of the repossessed armored cars and—

✦ LORD

[whinesandwhimpers]

simon on his knees and clutching soaps body to his chest, his head tilted up to the sky and begging, praying for some type of miracle.

demon!reader appearing and making a little offer to save soap's life, she doesnt specify his soul. she just wants simon. she's vague about it.

simon accepts, too focused on dead soap to draw the conversation out, to assume she means anything other than just his soul. he just wants soap to be alive.

the deal is sealed. he now belongs to a demon.

"I'll be seeing you again very soon...Simon Riley." With those final words, spoken low with a promise, that make simon involuntarily shiver, reader disappears within the blink of an eye.

simon watches as soaps head wounds magically close up and his eyes open.

soap smiles up at simon, unaware that he was just dead. unaware that simon just made a deal with a demon.

[theprismyyy]

can you make a headcannon of gwen having a introvert or super shy girlfriend?

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend

Gwen Stacy x Fem!Reader

Tw: Nothing, basically just cuteness (not revised)

(English is not my first language)

I feel like this could be better, but honestly I'm not at my best... so I guess that's it, I still hope you like it ❤️

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend------------ I feel like Gwen is an ambivert type of person, so she can kind of be on both sides of the coin depending on the situation or her mood in day. Either way, this girl would be super understanding with you, always trying her best to make sure you are comfortable in her surroundings.

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend------------ If you were in a circle of people talking and she noticed that you had something to say, she would do her best to help you to integrate into the conversation, in addition to listening carefully to what you have to say.

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend----------- Whenever you are in very crowded places, she keeps her hand firmly attached to yours, arms intertwined, hand in your back pocket, around your shoulder, on your waist or belt strap, in general anything that helps her stay close and not end up losing you in the middle of so many people (she also wants you to have this guarantee that it is there and not going anywhere).

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend----------- If you're the type who's too embarrassed to ask for directions on the street or order your own food, she wouldn't mind doing it for you. But she always tries to encourage you in a healthy way, obviously, to do it alone and be SUPER proud when you succeed, even if you stutter or fumble a little while speaking she still couldn't be most proud of your girl😭 she is your number one supporter.

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend-------- I imagine a scenario where you would have to present a project in class, in front of the whole class and you're like: Internal screams, anxiety, hyperventilating, wanting to faint, cry and vomit all at once. But Gwen is such a supportive and understanding girlfriend that she would never diminish the way you feel about it, and instead of saying it's silly and that you need to learn to deal, she tries her best to set aside at least one hour a day (either in person or via video calls), to help you practice your lines, comforting you and giving you words of support.

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend-------- Who when the dreaded presentation day finally arrived, would sit with you under the stairs about an hour early and just She would let you go over your lines if things were really bad for you, she would help you with breathing exercises and even hold your hair if you were the kind of person who needed to throw up. Regardless of anything, when the time finally came she would be right up front to hear everything you had to say, sussurrando palavras de conforto sempre que você gaguejasse, now...if by chance she doesn't have that particular class with you, make SURE she would be standing at the room window or opening the door to watch the presentation, with a big proud smile and a thumbs up as confirmation that you are doing well.

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend-------- No matter what grade the teacher gave you on that presentation paper, she would be there for you congratulate you and tell you that you were incredible simply for having the courage to go in front of everyone to speak, that this is how you start and that soon you would be doing it to the letter.

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend-------- The beginning of the relationship would be so weirdly cute and funny, this girl is crazy and hungry for physical touch, but you don't know exactly how comfortable you are with that, you're both a shy mess and too embarrassed to ask each other.

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend—------- But things start to flow and work naturally little by little, until you finally reach your first kiss. Gwen would probably be the one to initiate it... and you to walk away, not because you didn't like it but because it was unexpected, like, you were casually at her house at a sleepover, talking and being silly teenagers when suddenly she He leaned over and kissed you, more like a peck since you got scared and went to the other side of the room 😭😭 (you didn't talk about it for about three days).

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend-------- The first time the two of you actually kiss without running away from each other is at an even more random moment, you're in the bathroom, Gwen leaning against the sink counter as you fix your makeup in the mirror. As soon as you finish, you approach Gwen softly, both of you with a silly smile on your face when she compliments some of your makeup, it's just a super sweet interaction before you realize how close you are to each other, how you wouldn't need to lean in so much for touching your lips and how your breaths seem to mix perfectly.

Then they both go in for the kiss…and damn, that's awkward.

A small shy peck, followed by lots of silly giggles that barely allow you to put your lips together properly, hands shaking and not knowing where to rest, your teeth they probably clash a little...but at the same time as it's strange it's also so adorable. Soon you find a little rhythm that is still shy, but more comfortable for both of them, with Gwen holding her face with an almost crushing softness and her (very shaky) hands resting and delicately gripping her waist her. Anyway, a student ends up getting in the middle of this, disrupting this little moment and making the two of them separate like scared cats (you still laugh about that whenever you remember)

© 2023 theprismyyy — please do not copy, translate or repost any of my works without my permission.

[vampykween]

simon would spend forever reminding you that life is worth living even through all the pain and heartache <3

simon pulls you tighter into his arms and wipes gently at the stray tears on your face. your sobs have quieted into small sniffles and the warmth of simon’s embrace was slowly soothing the ache in your soul.

“‘s not gonna always feel this way my love. if i could take away all the pain you know i would.”

your boyfriend’s words reassure you and you close your eyes tightly and will yourself to believe him. it wasn’t going to always be this hard. you weren’t going to always feel like there was a sadness permeating your essence.

you feel the warmth tips of his fingers stroke your cheek and you open your eyes slowly and blink owlishly at him. staring into his eyes you saw a love so fierce that even after all these years it still shook you to your core. you know simon, know how he doesn’t give very much emotion to much in his life, so you’re honored that he loves you - and that he loves you so wholeheartedly.

your despair was a constant lately, but so was his love. you knew that as long as he was breathing you were always going to be loved. as daunting as that sounded it also made your heart skip a beat.

there was nothing that could compare to being loved by simon riley.

[bigfemboyenergy]

oh no not again sighh

welcome back to another case of I REMEMBERED HOW MUCH I LOVE BILL CIPHER AND GRAVITY FALLS

im already swamped with things in my brain and i feel like unproductive shit bc i havent spoken to anyone in hours but! thats okay ig i dont n e e d human interaction right.. haha??

bill cipher though. he has a canon human design (which i assume is mostly a joke but HUH) which is crazy and nightmarish and disgusting (creativity be damned, its horrific, love that for him)

and like ive been desperately waiting for the book of bill for several months now

AND AND topic change!!! i really love writing dipper bc hes a nerd and im a nerd and i genuinely adore his character (sorry mabel likers /j) so i want to write more BUT ITS PROBABLY CRINGE IF I ADD ANYTHING “flavorful” TO IT 💀💀 but uh i think i might just self indulge in a dip & dan just randomly meeting thing i came up with in a comic forever ago mmm

anyway, it goes like this;

Dipper, tired of the repetitiveness of his days working in the Mystery Shack, decides to take a short walk. Just for..”some air”, as he told Mabel, but deep down he knows that isn’t true. He has this yearn for adventure that he wants to fulfill, but he wants to do it alone- a bit unusual for him, he thinks. Alas, he leaves the Shack, determined to find something of interest. He takes with him his very own journal, formatted just like Ford’s, tucked safely under one of his arms.

Walking through the familiar forest around the Mystery Shack, Dipper takes his time to look around. The tall, thick oak trees, the weeds growing from all around the worn, dirt path he’s walking down..it’s very beautiful, but as it grows dark, it feels much more mystical. He takes a small, stable breath as he chooses to stray from the path, the sun lowering in the sky, leaving the moonlight to guide him. This is when Dipper realizes..he forgot to bring a flashlight.

With a slightly-frustrated sigh, he turns to head back home to the Shack, but finds himself a bit lost. Giving up quickly, for the sake of his unparalleled desire to explore, he pushes onwards into the woods. It isn’t long before he wishes he had gone back. The darker it gets, the harder it is for Dipper to keep himself calm. He’s always been fairly paranoid, but in a forest as enchanting and mysterious as this, especially due to the dark, he’s finding it hard not to worry.

As his anxiety builds, fear flowing through his veins as the sky continues to darken above him, the trees towering over him growing thicker as he continues to walk deeper into the woods, only making it harder to see..he finds a light. A soft, calming glow, almost calling out to him. It’s a peaceful green, a bit bewildering, but it does wonders for his anxiety in the moment, before he realizes that something is clearly in the forest with him. However, despite his earlier fear, he can’t seem to feel nearly as scared, the soft light almost comforting him. Taking a second to think, though not nearly enough to make a rational decision, he heads towards the light. Slowly and carefully, he walks towards it, watching as he starts to make out a figure, the supposed source of the glow.

As he continues his slow approach, he stops every few seconds to hide, not wanting to alert the being to his presence. At least he is wary enough to know he could be in danger, though Dipper somewhat laments his lack of thought earlier.

Once he’s close enough to really get a good look, Dipper feels his heartbeat speed up with both excitement and terror. The being looks so human, and yet it all feels so fascinating, as he knows it truly can’t be just that. They appear to be a boy not much older than him, with white hair and..glowing green eyes! Now knowing the source of the light, Dipper feels rather accomplished. He decides that, once he gets home, he’ll postpone everything just to write a bit about this in his journal.

In his excitement, however, Dipper hears a twig crack beneath his feet as he takes a step forward. Without a moment’s hesitation, the boy’s head turns to face his direction; though, luckily, Dipper had already hidden himself behind some close-growing trees, and therefore hasn’t yet been spotted. The boy slowly moves towards Dipper, his feet making no sound, the crunching of the grass and crackling of twigs that would normally come with walking through such a forest..surprisingly not present.

Dipper bursts into a run, panic setting in. He wasn’t thinking for just a second, and now he’s alerted the person to his presence.. he can’t think, he can’t stop, his brain is just telling him to move, his fight or flight kicking in, leading him to run and run with no end in sight. After a long while, with a bit of tripping and getting caught on branches, he finds himself at the edge of the treeline, back at the Mystery Shack. It doesn’t look like the boy followed him. With a long, shaky sigh, Dipper cracks a smile. He did ask for an adventure, and that was just what he got. Entering the Mystery Shack, he immediately heads up the stairs and to his room, eagerly flipping open to a fresh page of his journal, not hesitating to write things down.

Not sparing a detail, he describes the mystery person; a boy of white hair, green eyes, pale skin, and with an eerie, ghastly glow, who makes not a sound when he walks through such an undergrowth-heavy forest.. It intrigues Dipper to no end. He can’t help but want to learn more..

Next time, he thinks, he won’t forget to bring a flashlight.

[zqttixx]

in my head yuri never told mavis that they couldn’t see zera and fairy tail just decided “cool yeah our guild master has a weird invisible girlfriend she talks to but we cannot question it”

[celenawrites]

mhmmm thinking of biker! Simon 'ghost' riley and his amazingly smart gf who's a woman in STEM

[visiosatanae]

The Gauntlet

Chapter 2: Wrath

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Dewdrop/F!Reader | Sister of Sin

(CW: Smut, Rough sex with a ghoul, Violence, Blood)

Ao3 Link Ch 1

I spent the rest of the afternoon contemplating my strategy for the Gauntlet, as Sister Imperator called it. I figured Sloth and Gluttony would be easy enough and could be done by myself, and almost everyone in the Ministry was always down for a quick fuck so Lust wouldn't be an issue either. But for the others I'd have to get creative. 

Eventually I found myself in one of the smaller chapels of the Ministry, having wandered there without realizing. It was quiet, only a few Siblings sitting amongst the pews. This place in particular was best for quiet worship and inner contemplation. Exactly what I needed. 

I took a seat towards the back. I couldn't help but sigh, which echoed slightly with how quiet it was in the room. My mind was racing with the mass influx of information I had received today. I wasn’t sure how to process any of it, let alone plan out how I was going to perform seven deadly sins within seven days. Obviously it wasn't impossible, but where to even start? And was I worthy of such a position even if I did manage to complete it? 

My eyes glossed over the stained glass of the chapel, taking in the scenes of Ministry lore. They eventually landed on the iconography of the Dark Lord Himself. Staring into His eyes made something click in my mind, my decision made in an instant. 

I had always liked a challenge anyways… 

… 

The next morning my ears were trained on the conversations around me as I made my way through the dining hall with breakfast. I didn’t normally care much for the whereabouts of the ghouls, but today I had a bone to pick with one in particular. 

I noticed a table of younger Siblings, giggling amongst themselves and I figured they'd be my best bet. I sat with my food a few feet away, listening intently to their not so private conversation as I picked at my muffin. 

"Yes! More have been summoned lately, they're all so feral still!" one Sister said, blushing at her own implication. 

"Has anyone seen the Cardinal's fire ghoul yet? I heard he's got a real bad temper. I'm worried about running into him," said another Sister. 

Bingo

"Yeah, his name is Dewdrop," a Brother replied, leaning in and lowering his voice. "Makes sense why he'd be so angry all the time if that's the name they gave him." 

"No, I think it's because he's compensating for something," I interjected, the other Siblings turning to look at me. "And not just his height," I smirked. 

A couple Sisters giggled nervously, eyes darting around as if anxious of him currently being in the room. "What makes you say that?" The Brother asked. 

I shrugged. "Just a hunch. But I've known plenty of people with the same issues. Why would a ghoul be any different?" I was lying through my teeth, but these guys wouldn't question me. I was an older Sibling with a lot more experience than them. As expected, they all started murmuring to themselves about what I had said about Dew. I sipped my coffee as my plan took affect. Word travelled fast through the Ministry and with any luck I'd have results by this afternoon. 

…

My steps echoed along the walls of the corridors as I wandered through the Abbey, taking care to walk through every shadow and dark hallway I could in the hope a certain someone would take the bait. I wasn’t sure if my heart was racing from fear or adrenaline, but the reason didn’t really matter. Pumping blood would help lure out any ghoul that was hunting.

Sure enough, I didn’t have to wait long before I felt something wrap around my waist and quickly pull me into a random storage closet. The door slammed shut and I only had time to let out a yelp before a clawed hand clamped over my mouth, stifling any other noise I could make. 

"Heard you were talking shit, Sister," a low voice growled in my ear. "Where was that attitude yesterday when you were flat on the floor, huh?" Dew held me close to his body with his tail, the heat emanating off of him in waves. 

I took a chance at elbowing him in the ribs, biting down hard on the hand covering my mouth. His howl within the confined space was overwhelming, but my maneuver wasn't as effective for escape as I'd hoped. I felt myself being slammed against the wall, his forearm pressing down on my throat. 

"The fuck was that?" Even in the dark closet I could see his fangs glinting in a sneer. "Are you just trying to piss me off?" 

You have no idea, I thought as I thoroughly put the final nail in my coffin by spitting square in his face. He fumed at me, the glob of spit rolling down his cheek. I would have laughed if I wasn't about to die right then and there. 

Dew wiped his face, looking at his hand for a moment before jamming his fingers in my mouth, the tips of them touching the back of my throat and making me gag. "If you want rough, bitch, I'll give you fucking rough," he snarled, his hand grasping my jaw and bringing it down with enough force to bring me to my knees. 

I felt my head hit the wall behind me. Through my ringing ears I could hear a belt being undone and my eyes widened in the dim light at the length of him. "Still think I'm compensating for something?" He removed his fingers, only to replace them with his cock. His now free hand tore off my veil, wrapping itself in my hair and pulling. "Suck." I did so dutifully, although I didn't have much choice as his grip pushed me further down to his pubic bone. "If I feel teeth, I'll snap your neck before you can even think your final prayer." 

I nodded as much as I could, bobbing my head while his hand remained fisted in my hair. He made me take his entire length each time, my nose pressing into the patch of hair above his cock. Dew groaned as his hips rolled, still angry as hell but finally allowing himself to take pleasure in my mouth. I did my part in keeping him satisfied, tears streaming down my face as I struggled to breathe around him. Every time he pushed all the way in I gagged, and he seemed to relish in how my throat contracted around the head of his cock with every thrust. 

After he'd finally had enough, he pulled me back by my hair. I coughed, gasping on air again. He yanked me up until I was back on my feet, back pressed against the wall. His hand moved from my hair to my throat, the ability to breathe quickly fleeting. I clawed at his wrist as I choked. 

"Sluts like you need to remember their place," he hissed, his other hand roughly hiking up my habit to my waist. I tried to shake my head but was only met with the sound of my underwear being torn away. His hand cupped my pussy and he paused, huffing in surprise. "You're absolutely soaked, Sister," he chuckled. "Is this the only way you can get off? By messing with dangerous ghouls?" 

I whimpered, my face flushed, not even realizing how wet I'd gotten from his abuse. I didn't have time to ponder whether this was a new kink or not because the head of his cock was already rubbing along my slit, easily becoming coated in slick. He groaned, his face burying itself into my shoulder as he pressed himself fully inside, not wasting any time in starting a brutal pace. My head slammed into the wall causing the shelves of cleaning supplies to shake with every thrust. My mind started going fuzzy from the continued lack of air and I could only cling to him for dear life. 

Despite how rough he was, I couldn't help how tightly my cunt squeezed around him, his cock dragging along my inner walls and hitting that sweet spot inside with every thrust. I could tell it was working him up quickly, his moans and snarls coming more frequently against my skin as he pounded into me. 

I came back to reality for a moment as claws dug into my skin, tearing at the collar of my habit and reducing it to shreds. "Gonna mark you up nice and good," Dew panted into my skin, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Can't have you forgetting what it means to fuck around with me." 

He groaned as his hips shuddered, biting down hard into my shoulder. I let out a silent scream, my own hips rutting against his as he unloaded into me. Even his cum felt burning hot as it flooded my insides. I gave a strangled cry as I forcibly came around him, milking his cock of everything he had. It was only when he finished that he finally released my throat, letting me crumple to the dirty floor of the closet. 

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing my blood across his face as he looked down at my pathetic state. "Not bad," he licked his lips. "Let me know if you wanna do this again sometime." I watched with blurry vision as he tucked himself away, straightening out his clothes before opening the door into the corridor. "Thanks for the fuck, Sister," he chuckled before leaving me in the dark again. 

"No, thank you." I groaned quietly, praying to Satan that I didn't go through all of that for nothing. 

[mysteryideasgroup]

Mystery Skulls Animated MSA X Gravity Falls GF AU Crossover

Lewis, Vivi, Arthur, and Mystery are arriving at Gravity Falls. They are meeting with Young Twins Pines, Mason 'Dipper' and Mabel. They are meeting with Great Uncles/Grand Uncles Twins Pines, Stanley 'Stan' and Stanford 'Ford'. They realize that they have Journals 3 Books of Journals 1, 2, and 3 Books. Stan and Ford, Dipper and Mabel warn them that Bad Demon Triangle, Bill Cipher is not trust him! They are realizing that Bill Cipher does not trust him! They are discovering that hidden messages and words of invisible inks used Black Light highlights/UV-A Lights. Mystery Skulls Team are joining Young Twins Pines and Great Uncles Twins Pines to stop Bill Cipher!

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For @clown-skulls

AUs Alternate Universes Crossovers belongs to me 

Mystery Skulls Animated MSA belongs to Ben and MysteryBen27 of YouTube YT Series Shows/Shows Series 

Gravity Falls GF belongs to Alex Hirsch of Disney XD TV Series Shows and Disney Channel TV Series Shows of Animated Movies and TV Series Shows 

[writhingcreature]

Create the sapphic ghost x vampire content you want to see in the world ig

@lynn-is-insane for when you have time to see it

( additional gift !)

[theprismyyy]

I can't say much about whether or not Gwen Stacy is trans, I think the creators left it up to the public's own interpretation (which I think is pretty cool)....but no one, I repeat, NOBODY will be able to convince me that THIS darling doesn't kiss girls...

LOOK AT THAT SWEET LOOK...THAT LOOK OF THOSE WHO KISSES GIRLS!!!

That being said, I will open a fanclub to defend bisexual Gwen Stacy😘 give this girl a MJ

(You can disagree with this, think she's straight or that she's better with Miles, I really don't care, it's your right, but I will not tolerate homophobic or offensive comments of any other kind.)

[giverofempathy]

besties i'm in a Situation and idk what to do

[spectralmagpie]

Werewolf sister of sin character sheet 🐺

She’s with Terzo 💕