#goth faze

[vampireteethdust]

LITERALLY MY FAVORITE YOUTUBE VIDEOS EVERRR

Anyone here also listen to the story times Of Herbs and Altars on youtube? They give me most chaotic EA vibes and have a lot of early 2000s gothic tales.  I wonder what they think of EA…

[voxslays]

THE SPINDLE

Featuring >>> Lucifer x Reader; In which, an attempt to kill baby Charlie goes south. Resulting in a soporific curse placed upon the reader, who struggles to deal with the aftermath of its affects.

A/N: It doesn’t happen this chapter, but y’all know it’s coming next chapter. Sorry this chapter is so short- I’ll release the next chapter tomorrow to make up for it.

Part Two Part Four

After being told you may never recover and there was no cure, Lucifer and you were distraught. However, years passed without anything happening—sure, you were still tired all the time—but you made it through, and for a while it seemed like you were getting better, like the curse was through some miracle disappearing. As the years passed and you showed no signs of entering an eternal sleep, Lucifer began to hope that the curse had somehow faded or been broken. He watched you closely, waiting for any sign that the tiredness would win, but you remained stubbornly awake. He started to believe that maybe, just maybe…the doctors were somehow wrong.

Yet, despite all the doubt, suffering, and mild depression—you managed to hide the symptoms of your curse from your family. What they didn’t know, couldn’t hurt them…right? Lucifer’s loving gaze follows your every movement, studying you intently - something you've noticed and tried to hide from. The subtle darkness under your eyes, the slight delay before you respond to questions, the forced enthusiasm in your voice when you help Charlie with her homework.

Speaking of Charlie, with the help of Lucifer, you had raised your daughter into a beautiful young teenager. She was now sixteen years old…and in her goth faze…which both you and Lucifer had tried to talk her out of, when she angrily yelled ‘It’s not a faze!’ and you both left her alone. However, it seemed like she was growing out of that emo phase. She wasn’t even wearing black this morning! And today was a very special morning—it was Charlie’s sixteenth birthday!

Outside, your Imp servants were setting up a giant outdoor pool party for Charlie and all her friends while you and Lucifer sit inside and eat breakfast. As you sit at the table, Charlie bursts into the room, still in her pajamas. She rushes over to hug you tightly, nearly knocking you out of your chair. "It’s my birthday, Mom!" She exclaims, her face flushed with excitement. “I know my sweet apple.” You coo as she sits down next to you. “Are you excited for tonight?”

“Yes!” Charlie squeals as Lucifer chuckles warmly, watching your mother-daughter interaction. He reaches across the table to squeeze your hand. "Don't wear yourself out today, sweetness. You've been doing too much lately." He gives you a knowing look, concern evident in his eyes. “Luce, you know I’ve been feeling better lately.” You smoothly lie through your teeth. He narrows his eyes slightly, clearly not fully convinced. "Have you?" His voice is gentle but probing, knowing all too well how well you can hide your symptoms.

“I have.”

Sighing softly, Lucifer lets it go for now. He knows pushing the matter will only lead to an argument, and he doesn't want to ruin Charlie's special day. Instead, he turns his attention to your daughter, who is already bouncing in her seat with excitement. “Alright, alright, calm down.” He says as he watches Charlie bounce up and down. “Charlie go get ready for the party!" Lucifer laughs as he stands up and ruffles Charlie's hair. "I'll go make sure everything is set up out by the pool." He kisses your forehead before heading out. “Lets go, shall we my little apple?” You slowly rise from your chair as Charlie practically jumps out of her chair and follows you to her room.

As the afternoon wears on, you find yourself growing more and more exhausted. You try to hide it, putting on a brave face for Charlie's sake, but it's getting harder. Finally, as you're helping Charlie fix her hair, you can barely keep your eyes open. “Hey mom, can you go get me my dress?” Charlie asks, unaware you can barely keep your eyes open. “Of course, sweetheart.” You quickly leave the room, praying that nobody notices your exhaustion.

You walk down the large red-carpeted hallways, with regal golden design, hoping to find a room to hide in until you’re feeling better. Unfortunately, your devilish lover walks down the hallway at the same time as you. Seeing you stumble slightly in the hallway, Lucifer's concern turns to worry. He quickly makes his way inside, finding you leaning against the wall for support. "Sweetheart, are you okay?" He asks softly, his hand reaching out to steady you. "You don't look so good."

“Just tired.” You yawn, holding your hand over your mouth as if to contain your exhaustion. Lucifer’s eyes scan your face, noticing the dark circles and pale skin. He knows you're pushing yourself too hard, and it's taking a toll. "Tired? You look exhausted. Maybe you should rest for a bit before the party starts." You sigh, not even trying to fight your prideful husband—who was not so prideful at the moment, his golden eyes showing fear and concern. “Alright.” You take his hand as he leads you deeper down the hallway.

Once you reach your bedroom door, Lucifer picks you up bridal style and carries you like a princess to the giant king-sized bed. He helps you kick off your uncomfortable shoes and tosses them aside. Gently, he makes sure you're comfortable on the bed before pulling the covers over you. "Get some sleep, okay? I'll take care of everything else." And for a moment you close your eyes and rest.

[pumpkinghostbunnyy]

So I've recently been getting into oddities, I got two little butterfly wings and a bone in little jars to start my collection and one of my teeth, weird I know, but i had depression growing up , didn't care for my teeth and dental care is fucking expensive so when one of my teeth inevitably fell out (and I had finished crying) I saved It and cleaned it and it now lives on my shelf. But this made me think about the cod characters and their little goth gf

Price🥃- price is honestly such a daddy let's be honest, I genuinely think he'd not be too fazed due to his line of work, its not like he's not seen bones before, but he'd maybe be a teeny bit concerned about his little ones fascination with death, 'yes dove the little butterfly is beautiful but also why do you want to taxidermy the cat when it eventually dies?', he's so used to death but his little angel is so pure in his eyes so he worries from time to time but ultimately it makes her happy so he supposes it's not a bad thing. I do think he'd let her have her own space in the house for them , probably build her custom shelves for them himself. his angel doesn't gotta worry about anything just gotta sit on his lap whilst he sips his whiskey listening to her ramblings all about the different ones she wants to collect.

Gaz 🪽- Gaz is honestly an angel (a sexy, charming, beautiful little angel) he'd probably have known his love a long time, maybe gone to school with her or something along those lines so I don't think he'd be grossed out by these things, I think he'd just except his lover is a little weird but he knew that from the beginning, that's how they became friends never mind lovers. I do think he'd go with his girl to all the little gothic shops and fairs, 'yeah love that one's good, can we get a frog? I think this one looks cool'. He wouldn't be obsessed with it like his love but he wouldn't mind it, I think he'd just be neutral about it, I do also think he'd get her custom ones for valentine's day, like how people have those mice in different situations and outfits, he'd get her one holding her favourite dried flowers and an engraved wooden base with their anniversary on.

Soap 🧼- I love this big baby but he'd be so fucking whiny about it, 'hen wha the fuck is tha?..I can see it's bones!'. He'd definitely tell the team and absolutely would make jokes about it but he's mad for his little bonnie so this ain't gonna make him quit his love for her , fuck no. I think he'd go to antique shops with his lass but absolutely would complain about how he feels watched from all the beady little eyes on him, and please if she names any of her little creatures he'd take the mick 'aye! Stop naming m like their our wee kids!'.

Alejandro 🫀- honestly I think Alejandro wouldn't mind, his amor has his heart, you want the house to look like Halloween all year round so be it . his abuela taught him to respect the dead so I think he'd talk in his head to the little creatures, he has to move one to get something of the shelf, 'lo siento amiguito' (sorry little friend) , god forbid he breaks a jar ones in, not only would he be so apologetic to his little luna (moon) but to the little creature he disturbed, he'd fix it himself within an hour and get them a better jar, i think he'd even leave his favourite creatures offerings during the day of the dead.

Farah🌛- I think Farah would be Hiding her relationship with her sol ( sun) , her girl is so soft and bubbly but has this dark little look to her, but because of her culture and high risk job Farah keeps the relationship private to protect her girl. But I think there'd be signs, she'd buy her Bella (beautiful) matching taxidermy jewelry, I think some kind of bones or teeth, she loves her girl so much, she wants to show she cares by wearing her weird little interest.

Roach🪳- he'd absolutely scavenge his butterfly trinkets, I'm talking mudlarking, I'm talking on missions sees an old coin in a lake, his now, he's so sneaky and quick, the team are absolutely so confused why his pockets are so heavy and jingle as he walks but it all makes sense when they eventually meet his love at their house and it's covered in small little trinkets and also he absolutely buys her a pinned roach.

Horangi 🍻- I fully believe his sweetheart is a curvy girl, and he's obsessed, he buys her lingerie with spiderwebs in the mesh and makes her model it, loves seeing the way her body curves and moves as she walks, and he wears matching rings with her.

Now onto the guys that made my little vampire heart go wild with this idea

Konig 🌩️- firm believer that konig sees her one day and is just obsessed immediately, I think he'd live more rural in the mountains and would bring little trinkets he finds, almost worshiping his spatz (sparrow) like how people worship different god's by leaving offerings. I think he'd hunt his food often so he'd give schatz the bones and fur, he'd clean them too and would use the fur to make her things to add to her collection, anything to show he can provide for her. I think she'd be the small towns little witch, at least that's what people say, I think she's just a regular girl who loves cottages and creepy stuff but small villages talk, and konig is hooked immediately.

Keegan 🦷- Keegan isn't bothered, he'll he'd make it you, go into the woods and hunt for bones and dead bugs to preserve for you. I think he'd go to all the fairs and shops and I think he'd even get some himself for the animals he likes, not many but I definitely think he'd have a crow or something. my first thought with Keegan is on their anniversary he'd order his darling blood jewelry made from his own blood, I don't think he'd even think to much into it, the price doesn't matter and blood doesn't bother him, anything for his woman.

Ghost 💀- we all know that ghost is closed off and doesn't love easily so you can imagine when he does love he falls hard, in walks in this little thing and he's fucking hooked. He doesn't care how morally wrong it is, she's his, the second he sees her, just a little thing, he's gotta protect her, provide for her. Some how he worms his way into her life (definitely a meer coincidence and I'm sure no stalking involved at all) and he's not going no where. I think he'd buy her anything she wanted, he doesn't care about the price and I think he'd have some... unethical ways to get her certain oddities let's say, he kills an enemy and notices he has a prosthetic eye or something , well his little bunny would love that for her shelf, he can clean bones no problem, and if she asks where he got a human skull because they're so expensive and rare well 'got em from an antique shop' thats all she needs to know.

[omkookie]

Just a random ass question cuz am curious, who do you think is the most into vkei between any, or a list of characters who are? More specifically, malice mizer.

I don't know anything about Malice Mizer....so I'm also assuming you're asking about the whb characters? ...hehe 😇

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ ARMISAEL!! HE'S A WARNING HIMSELF!!

Belial

He's not as into the fashion as he is into the music. But he still thinks it's cool!

He's one of the demons to show interest in visual kei, just because some of his favorite anime openings are sung by v-kei artists. He'll listen to it from time to time, more often after discovering some songs that he likes.

Visual kei is different in hell than it is on earth, although there are many similarities..since it originated from hell of course. (Jiyu is a fan of it although he always roasts the outfits)

Overall, Belial would be the most into it. I can see him attending certain concerts just to hear his favorite songs live.

Paimon

He had a goth faze so it was inevitable.

He got hooked on the makeup and exaggerated outfits when he was trying to find his style. It only lasted for about 11 years when he was very young though.

Whenever he hears v-kei now he gets nostalgia, and also cringes at his old looks although some of them were cute. He'll listen to it if you listen to it though! There are some great songs from hell that he can recommend to you! And if you want to, you can show him some of your human world's songs...

Armisael

Listens to it sometimes while he's cutting people open with his chainsaw. It's one of his favorite genres. It's one of the only good music styles in humanity!

A bold sense of fashion and expressiveness along with a good beat... truly a gift given to lowly humans by god!

He gets to appreciate it best while he's slaughtering both demons and lower ranking angels, tearing them into pieces and cutting whatever little bits are left of them.

His earphones usually get damaged by blood when he carries them in his pocket, so he gets upset and kills the closest angel near him when he doesn't get to listen to his music.

If you think you have something in common with him, Don't approach him because he's batshit insane. He WILL cut you in half while listening to the song you recommended.

[comfortless]

what's ur most unconventional Headcanon? like ones you have that most of the fandom doesn't agree with. mine is that I don't think h's 6'10, in my mind he's closer to 6'6 or 6'7. Also I don't think he would be the most caring bf 😶😶 like not abusive or anything, but to me he will almost always prioritize himself in the long run

HA… well….. i do not think any of mine are too strange! but i can not ever shush when someone has lent an ear to listen!!

warning for nsfw content, mentions of injury, and unhealthy relationship stuff below the cut.

i agree with you about his height. he’s significantly taller than Simon, but i would place him at 6’7”-6’8” max. i’m no health or military expert, but i do not think that he could do the work that he does efficiently if he were a complete Goliath. he would stand out so easily! and there are a slew of issues that can stem from someone being “too tall”. he probably doesn’t have the best posture, either.

i love the conventionally attractive, long-haired König headcanons, they’re fun! but ultimately… very, very unrealistic for my interpretation of König. i tend to side with Salome and Ghost when it comes to their takes on how he actually looks under the hood. his character description suggests that his face is scary, and judging by the game that he’s in, i do not think that the other operators are going to find some goth guy nor… Jim Boeven… to be worthy of such a rumor!

König’s face is always going to be a fluctuating thing for me, heavily dependent on the setting/time period i’m shoving him into or reading about. the thing that’s stuck with me however has always been facial scarring!! where he got it? who knows… i mentioned it on my headcanons post, but the cause is just as changing as his appearance.

i like the thought of him being a little different looking: crooked teeth, pockmarks, maybe a harelip or a broken nose, burn scars, something. maybe his hair is so light it simply looks as if he doesn’t have eyebrows. maybe a combination of all of those things! the less conventionally attractive the better, it’s not his face that had us scrambling from the rafters with our hearts in our hands, after all. though i am and always will be a glitched default face model König defender. it’s just so unbearably adorable to think of that soft, sad-eyed face making that much noise while he’s rushing around in battle. ):

and though i believe he would have the best intentions at heart… you are right, he is likely a very selfish lover. still hopelessly devoted and needy, but he would be the king of double standards. most decisions are made with his preferences in mind, and the bullying has stuck with him. König is insecure as hell when it comes to anything but his skills in killing or bashing through a door.

he likes the idea of you dressing up for him, but he’s also actively pulling up your dress/top to hide your cleavage if he even thinks another man may have glanced your way. yet… he will go to the gym shirtless, and if other women happen to ogle him, well it’s just fine because he didn’t notice them anyway.

you don’t like the house you’re living in when you move in together? well he does, you’re staying… he’ll just fix it up a little to better suit your needs. even if he screws up setting up a new counter or painting, that can all be fixed.

you want to go out with your friends? he should be allowed to come with you… spending time with you makes him happy. why wouldn’t you want him to come too? yet, when he wants time alone to focus on his aim, decompress with a book, or mess around with a vehicle or a house project, you’re expected to leave him be.

he’s too blunt about what he does for work, doesn’t bat an eye when he tells you he put a bullet through someone’s head and watched the spray. he’s so used to it, it doesn’t even faze him anymore, but… you don’t want to hear about it? oh that must mean you think he’s something filthy or worse. he’s not going to cry, but he might bring it up when you tell him about something you enjoy.

just ridiculous, petty things that would drive most up a wall, but he’s firm in whatever he decides. there’s always a little room for compromise, but not much without an argument.

he has his savings account and the house is in his name in case you decide to leave. it would gut him, of course, but a part of him also expects it.

he’s not above begging for you to stay, trying any way that he can to convince you, but… he’s never expected to have things handed to him easily. his childhood wasn’t the best, why would his adulthood be any better? the way he sees it is simple: he doesn’t hit you, his cock and heart are reserved solely for you, if you can’t love him enough to stay, then… maybe you’re not any different from the people he’s known before.

he’s self aware enough to know he can be a complete arschloch, thinks with his cock more than his brain, but he’s completely lost when it comes to matters like love. he wants to console you when you cry, when you’re angry, but asking you a dozen times just why you feel such a way while squishing you into a too-tight embrace doesn’t help much. his search history is filled with things like “why is my girlfriend mad at me” or “how to make a woman stop ignoring me”. his communication toward you isn’t great, but he tries in his own way. very easy to break an argument up when he tells you some silly, scripted thing like, “I’m here for you. I’m listening.” when under normal circumstances he’s staring at you with wide-eyes and swallowing hard the very second you seem a little ruffled. you tell him to stop reciting some guide he read online, and he’s immediately worried sick you’re going to think him a complete fool, in utter denial about ever having searched something like that up.

can’t see him as being god’s gift to women in the bedroom at all. König has probably watched a lot of porn. he doesn’t care for the scripted, practiced stuff, but his tastes have always been a little odd. the amateur, solo stuff is what piques his interest the most. he knows a vibrator can make a woman come, knows that a dildo can be nice too if she sets the pace. what he’s watched with a proper couple, well… the men are always smaller than him. the terms and dynamics are lost on him, he knows what a safe word is and that he should be a gentleman and make sure his partner finishes too, but each time that’s happened has been a miracle really. he’s not a virgin, but he’s never had a partner long enough to bother learning. if he can make you feel good and vice versa, that’s enough, right..?!

he’s not going to bludgeon you with his dick, he knows he’s a bit too big and thick to just fuck you recklessly, but often times he does get excited or fretful— too deep or too shallow, flicks your clit like it’s indestructible or keeps his head between your thighs waaay after you’ve already come. he’ll stop when you ask, when you’re teary eyed and overstimulated repeating the ridiculous German word he makes you use. not above begging you to use your hand on him instead, though…

switching positions is difficult if you’re a lot smaller than him. he’s not against having you on your knees, but he wants to be so close, pant into your ear about how good you feel, smother you with his weight all the while. missionary is a nightmare because he’s drooly and comes far too quickly when he can see your face and overpower you like this, cue further squishing even after he’s done; you’re likely going to be lying beneath him all night. cowgirl seems to work best, though he’s a bit too fond of having your tits so accessible - expect biting!!

when i try to think of König with any sort of hobby my mind just blanks. i think he would try a lot, but never stick to one thing! he’s got a few sporadic collections, but nothing he keeps up with to the same caliber as his guns and knives. books are often half-finished these days, keeping focused long enough to sit through a puzzle or the like is rare. definitely longs to have something for comfort that isn’t some winding trail to no where or suffocating you in himself to just have a hint of what it feels like to be entirely happy and ‘normal’.

he’s become a bit of an amalgamation of all of the things he liked as a child: knights with their swords he thinks of as his knives, deities with bolts of thunder cascading from their hands like the bullets from his guns, loves in the way he read men of myths fall in love - utterly unfathomably devoted but always the leader… if he could he would probably whisk himself and the object of his affection to another place entirely where he could be someone deserving: someone who’s loved despite the way that he looks or behaves, someone who’s never had to question what love was at all.

[darry-queen]

Modern Steve hcs!!

he builds computers!

He does commissions for pc builds and makes a pretty penny from it too

One time his dad threw out a couple thousand dollars worth of gear in a fit of rage, after that Steve kept all of his expensive things at the Curtis house.

Soda and Twobit rope him into making tiktoks w them

Had an incredibly cringe Elon musk crypto bro faze when he was 14 and no one will let go of it

Can pirate literally anything

Pony will ask him to pirate a bunch of movies and he acts pissed about it and goes on rants but actually loves doing it for him bc even though he has told everyone in the gang he'd pirate anything for them pony is the only one that takes advantage

When he was a kid he had unrestricted internet access which he used to watch exclusively YouTube videos about cars

He spent so much time doing this that he is completely oblivious of any and all pop culture

He barely knows who Brad Pitt is how the hell would he know niche micro e celeb # 1849939??

This is contrasted with Sodas complete obsession with internet drama so every conversation they have is like

"Did you here what x did??"

Steve who just spent the last 16 hours locked in his room building a pc with nothing but niche goth rock playing "huh??"

Evie is the same so every time her and soda are together they just gossip about random people Steve's never heard of and he's just 🧍‍♂️

Is the least chronically online of the entire gang though so....

Is fluent in French bc when he and Soda would hang out when they were little and steve would pull out the phone his dad gave him so he wouldn't have to watch his kid Soda would insist they watch a French guy play Minecraft and now they just know french

Don't know how to spell or read French for shit but eh who cares

I wrote some stuff about him knowing how to code and him using it for evil to make fuxked up troll games for the gang to play

Just over all I imagine he'd use the internet "for good" in that he just becomes incredibly tech savvy

Actually works hard in school bc he wants to be an engineer even though he knows hell absolutely end up in insane amounts of debt

I'll reblog w more later if I feel like it but idk I love Steve ✨️✨️

[our-arospec-experience]

Shoutout to aroace goths! I realized goths are easily always subjected to romance and sex but that won't faze me.

Anyway, shoutout to aroace goths!

:D

[aaron-m-geist-ff]

Hi I love your blog!! If the matchups are still open I’m a they/them 24 y/o afab Pisces who loves intense horror movies, playing video games, cooking, foraging and bone collecting, drawing, smoking weed, and collecting/crafting oddity pieces :3 im on the autism spectrum and a bit of a hypersexual goth 🖤

(I am so sorry if this is a bit too much info!)

Oh thank you so much!! I am happy that you like my blog 😄 thank you for all of the extra information, it actually gave me some ideas 👀since you didn’t specify smut or fluff, I will just give you some general headcanons!

Also, you sound so cool !! 🖤

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You got… 🥁🥁🥁

Mahito!

“I got you some bones, y/n!” Mahito grinned as he presented them to you proudly like a cat who just dragged in a dead mouse.

You stared at the large bones with a shocked expression on your face.

“…W-where the hell did you get those?!”

You wouldn’t want to know the answer 😅 anyway, the important thing is that Mahito would 100% support your eccentric hobbies! He would probably go foraging in the woods with you. And once he learned everything, he would start going by himself so that he can surprise you with his findings.

Mahito would not be fazed by horror movies whatsoever. He would literally just sit on the couch and watch them all with a neutral expression. Or he would laugh at the worst parts.There is no in between. Absolute gremlin of a man, I tell you.

“Hey, Mahi ! Do you want to try some weed?” You asked, already lighting a blunt.

Mahito shrugged. “I’m not sure if that will work on me, but I’ll try it !” He said with a confident wink.

It did work on him. He ended up tripping so hard that he just stared at himself in a mirror for twenty minutes. You were really surprised considering he is a cursed spirit. You couldn’t help but giggle at him.

“You okay?” You asked with a chuckle.

Mahito gasped when he heard you speak, as if he was just now becoming aware of your presence.

“H-huh?! Were you just sitting there the whole time??”

God, he was so clueless. It was honestly kind of adorable. You found yourself falling in love with this eccentric demon more and more. You mentioned that you are hypersexual, which is a really good thing because Mahito would be all over you ! He wouldn’t be able to get enough of you and he would definitely keep up with your sex drive ;)

Read more Mahito here

[starlightshadowsworld]

You have made me headcanon kunikida and katai as punk and alt. I've thought of two other characters who would have had alt fazes.

-Tachihara when he was a teenager had a really rebellious faze and he dyed blue streaks in his hair and nose piercing. He was probably teased for it by the hunting dogs.

-Higuchi was a goth in highschool. She always wore black and red, she doesn't wear them anymore. I like to think she gave them to Gin.

Spreading the alt Katai and punk Kunikida agenda.

Tachihara absolutely did! I bet he uses his time undercover in the Port Mafia to dress up again.

Goth Higuchi is something I didn't know I needed until now. She'd look great, I bet she only wears her old stuff when the Port Mafia has some formal event.

[justafriendlystranger]

Mutual's ocs that I really need to see them interact with each other!!

- Casimir and Tsutsuji!

(Ah yes, the protecter of the visitor and the one who wants to bring them harm, their interaction would be really interesting!)

- Casimir and Assistant kun!

(both hopelessly devoted to their master, both have the exact attention of being obsessive and both dangerous.. might I say more?)

- Nxyin and Lunie!

(both edgy but still cares, both so done with everyone around them and both have a really strange "friend")

- Lin with either Trickster and Lunie!

(I feel like trickster would be REALLY interested with an unexplained being like him and would just follow him around everywhere to ask him questions! and as for lunie? not even fazed about the creature and just chill with him honestly hahah!)

- Winter and Luke!

(ack!! I just need these two pretty and cute bois interact with each other!! >w<)

- Mm! Talissa and Chaoxiang!

(ooh!! intense board games and sassy remarks for these dynamics!!)

- Kori and Kema!

(we have the pretty bois, now let's move on to the pretty gorls!! >w< <,333)

- Wynne and Salem!

(now imagine this... a badass goth queen dealing with a psychopath that's also a leader of a cult! XDD)

~~~

Casimir, Lunie, Trickster, Luke, Choaxiang and Salem belongs to @boiling-potato !

Kema umi and Assistant kun belongs to @alcohol1maid, Tsutsuji belongs to @n0vatsu, Talissa belongs to @gachaclubideas, Nxyin belongs to @sealedchasm, Lin belongs to @screwzara, Winter belongs to @mystique-flowers-and-sibling-duo, Kori belongs to @bednbunfast and Wynne belongs to @hanawrites404 !

[literally-varian]

Destiny's Trail PART ONE

A month(?) ago, I got hit with seasonal boredom. I watched a video made by @inkiio on YouTube (specifically the MLP gen 6 video), and an idea arose. At this point, the AU is nothing like that video, so you don't have to watch the video or anything. It's a fantasy AU, and I think I did well on it :3 Each character is based on DND classes. All of them have a "want" and the obstacle that they must overcome/get used to to achieve said want. Let's take a look at the characters, then we'll look at the plot!

Sonic

Sonic is almost the exact same, being the only one who kept their original name. The only major change is his backstory and age. He's 24 and grew up in a small religious town in the forest. The colony was pretty chill, and nobody was forced to practice the same religion as everyone else. I based him on a paladin. He retains his speed and agility. He doesn't use his full speed, however. The reason is that he accidentally fucking killed Manic while racing with him in the forest. He ran into Manic, pushing him into a ditch. Sonic didn't notice until he was at the finish line. Manic died, getting impaled on a rock. Now Sonic's scared to accidentally hurt someone while at full speed. He's an older brother to the rest of the cast, save for Nyx, who you'll learn about later. Sonic's "want" is to finally feel okay with using his full speed. The obstacle is trauma.

Asterion AKA Aster (Tails)

Aster is Tails, but from Walmart. He's 17, and he grew up in a small forest colony of kitsune. Instead of him being bullied for his tails, he's bullied for lacking all of the possible abilities of a kitsune (look it up, bro). I based him on an artificer. He wants to learn how to do magic, but he's physically incapable of it. Because of this, he gets very angy when he sees Faze (you'll learn more about her later) hate having magic, which he views as ungrateful. He's the annoying little brother of the cast. He has a circle burned into his flesh, where a third eye SHOULD be, but he's defective so he never got a third eye. Aster's "want" is to be able to do magic like the rest of his colony. His obstacle is his physical incapability to do it.

Auburn (Trip)

Auburn is the main protagonist and Trip of this universe. She's 17 and grew up in a big city. She's a diagnosed sociopath, but she's desperate to feel emotions. She's based on a bard and primarily plays the flute. She has a few scars on her body from her desperate attempts to feel *anything*. She's the optimist of the group, acting as the little sister. She's really just a normal person, save for her diagnosis and her lack of friends where she's from due to her aforementioned condition. She's the black sheep of her big family and is always looked down on by them. She wins first place, "cool." Her sister gets 3rd place, "OMG YOU DID AMAZING HONEY THOSE JUDGES WOULDN'T KNOW TALENT IF IT PUNCHED THEM IN THE FACE." Auburn's "want is to feel" ANY emotion. Her obstacle is her diagnosis, which prevents her "want" for the most part.

Cinnamon (Cream)

Cinnamon is the Cream of this AU, and she's based on a ranger. She's 26, and the mother of the group (ironic). She grew up with her MASSIVE family, all of her siblings being much younger than her. Her father is out of the picture, and her mother, Paprika, is too busy working to help take care of her own children. Cinnamon is constantly taking care of her 13 little siblings, all of which under 15 years old. They can't take care of themselves, and Paprika is working, so Cinnamon has to do it. She has left her siblings with a babysitter until she returns from her travels with the main cast. Her home is a small cottage in the woods. It's so small that she doesn't have any privacy. Her big "want" is to be a singer. Her obstacle is her lack of time to indulge in her ideal career.

Nyx (Shadow)

Nyx is the Shadow of this AU. They're 25 and are literally the goth cousin of the main group excluding Sonic. Obviously, they're based on a rogue. They live... Somewhere. Nobody knows much about them, just that they have the hots for Sonic and are terrible at hiding it. Her situation is unknown, and her motives are unknown. She's just kind of... There. Her "want" is unknown, and so is her obstacle. Perhaps not for long, however...

PART ONE COMPLETE. PART TWO WILL HAVE MORE CHARACTERS AND THE PLOT.

@marshmallow-biscuit-blog here ya go :3

[dreamweaversfavsandthoughs]

A drawing of BP’s kid I did before the new season aired. She hasn’t gone through her goth faze yet, (mainly because she’s still imprisoned) but showing signs she’s going to be quite the teenage terror.

[rreskk]

The moment I saw you and some other amazing tumblr accounts writing about gothssssss OMGMMGMGMG. Okay okay okay, I'm sorry but this request is kind of weird. Fem reader who's a goth with Trevor. Blood kink? pls? and like the reader is lowkey dom but still sub?? The reader has like a vampire kink basically or whatv. IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE IT BUT I FEEL LIKE YOULL DO GREAT. THANK YOU SM

And all the goth lovers have RISEN FROM THE DEAD! Welcome to the land of living corpses my loves ;)

Summary: Trevor loves himself a girl with dark senses.

TW: -Smut

Pairings: Goth Fem!reader/ Trevor Philips

Word count: 1777 (I should of made if 1666 for the vibe lol)

It wasn’t really a thought during the time. While his finger would constantly cry to rip your fishnets, freeing whatever surprise you had under this extravagant exterior, he wouldn’t mind either outcomes. This was just some random guy you had been seduced by when clubbing. His dirty tongue and provocative lips; how could you refuse? He was a human meat chamber for your hunger. Nonetheless, he was absolutely handsome. There was this unnatural aura to this man who claimed to be some-sort of sinner. By the way he’d beg for your pussy, maybe he was a sinner. A strong sinner.

He was called Trevor.

Trevor Philips

A likely hot-heated freak you’ve wrapped around your finger after a night of exploring Satan’s backrooms. Remembering the way he moaned your name as your hands pulled onto his godforsaken hair – well… What was left of his hair. Even if he was such an awful person, that doesn’t stop you from seeing him every now and then. Besides, he loves himself a gothic woman such as you. He’s never explored a lady with such darkness to her, that he’s simply addicted.

-

Tonight was like no-other night. You’ve found yourself pressing your heavy boots upon his thigh, watching the way he crawled his hands up and down your fishnets and black skirt. His eyes were begging. He was like a puppy losing his mother.

“C’mon…” He whispered lowly, occasionally tugging on your tights, making one of the holes bigger by moment.

You trailed your sharp nails across his thinning hair and smiled. Trevor was relieved at your affection and fell into your palm until the nail pierced his scalp.

“Ah! – “ But his hiss was paused when you pressed kisses upon the now seeping blood. It oozed down to his scarred eyebrow, the sensation tickling his facial hairs. Trevor shivered. He wasn’t fazed at all, instead, he was extremely aroused. That bulge within his jeans had twitched; you saw it twitch crazily. It was like a rabid animal trying to free itself from his clothes.

You kissed away the trails of blood until smudges remained. His hands around your thighs squeezed tighter as he was getting very impatient. The poor man was on his knees, practically clinging to your legs. You’d find that he would try and take a sneak peak from under your skirt but of course, you kneed him away, earning a rather husky groan.

“[y/n]! You can’t be teasing me anymore,��� Trevor grumbled at your sadistic behaviour, “Let me fuck you, yeah? A good fuck… Baby?”

“I’m enjoying myself. Are you not?” You uttered with his blood staining your lips.

“I am enjoying myself, sweets… But I’d be happier if you gave into me. C’mon, I know you just wanna have that thing ripped off you, yeah?”

You glanced down at your corset and airy shirt that he was referring to. While covered up, your bra was visible through the black, long-sleeved shirt. He had his sights fixated on it since the moment you had him kneeing. From his current height, the size of your breasts were huge. He’d have to lean back just to see your face, but that’s a problem he LOVEDhaving.

“I wanna see you.” He’d protest again, continuously.

“You want so much.”

“You offer so much.”

His snarky comment made you roll your eyes back. There wasn’t a fault in his words but the audacity was grudge-worthy. Still, he looked at you with innocence. That “please, honey?” expression never fails to make your legs a tiny bit weak. Who wouldn’t? Them brown eyes are not for the soft-minded. He uses them with the intent to shatter and dismantle the chosen prey; you.

“Fine…” You breathed, studying the way he slowly stood to his feet. Trevor painfully waited until he was hovering over you, due to his height. He smirked down and allowed his hands to reach the back of your corset.

You’d gasp. He ripped it open. Trevor’s scowl twitched as he used his arm strength to rip the ribbons, releasing the pressure it had on your outfit and stomach. It was thrown aside with a massive thump and he didn’t stop there, no way. He eagerly held the shirt over your head and removed that as well. You were shirtless before him.

“Mmm…” His teeth were gritting at the view of your bra and breasts. Your crucifix was buried between them. He pulled it out before sniffing the scent. He sniffed loudly, moaning at the smell.

“Trevor – “ Words were taken as he smashed his mouth against yours. The necklace dangled around your chest, his hands moving from your hips to your ass. He deepened the kiss until you were pressed against the nearby wall. That constant clutter and swaying of the picture frames, etc… It wasn’t a bother to him. As long as you were pressed against him, there wasn’t a worry in the world.

The make-out session had left you panting for air. Trevor threw off your bra and crucifix necklace, diving his face between your tits and licking the hell out of them. He’d murmur words of affirmation as you’d bite your tongue. His tongue was so nasty against your sensitive nipple, it was almost too good to be true.

“Oh, yes…” And the growing heat inside your lower tummy was growing feral. You needed him now. Your grinded your hips against his beasty boner that had managed to rest against the hem of his jeans.

Trevor cursed, “Fuck…” When you had grinded hard into him. The extra heat was menacing.

Your back was rubbing the wall since there was no obvious hints that a bed was going to be used. Instead, he lifted one of your legs up and torn the fishnets apart around your crotch area. He was panting at the desperation. Your skirt was lifted up and soon enough, your pussy was out in the open. And it was wetter than the ocean.

“Just how I fuckin’ like it, babe.” He smiled and shuffled his jeans down to his ankles. With your help, his erection came bursting from his pants. Your fingers gently massaged the tip as he foamed at the mouth with hot saliva. He stared into your eyes with pure desire that a few drools went unnoticed.

“C’mon, Trevor.”

“I’m coming… I’m comin’, babe.” His words dragged like he was barely sober. Suddenly the usage of alcohol and meth would kick in the second he was in contact with raging hormones.

Trevor lined up his penis, slapping your hand away with urgency. You smirked at his snappiness. He frowned when slapping your hand. That frown was oddly petty but disgustingly attractive. You couldn’t help yourself as you’d lean forward, sinking your teeth into his pulsing neck and making him thrumble relentlessly. Trevor tried to keep his composure, rubbing his penis against your sex but that stinging pain of your canines made him squawk.

“Shit! [y/n]!”

That didn’t stop you from sinking deeper. You waited and waited and waited until that iron taste of his blood (once again). He was left clinging to your chest and whimpering. Your teeth were too harsh on his fragile neck – that was now painted with crimson liquid. You refurnished yourself and stared forward.

“Sorry, baby… I couldn’t help myself.” You offered an apology like there wasn’t red colour around your lips and teeth.

Trevor looked bitter as fuck. He glared at your bravery. He wiped his neck and noticed the running blood dribbling down from the permanent bite mark.

“Fuck…” He murmured to himself, “That’s so fuckin’ hot…”

You were baffled when he licked your lips, tasting his own blood. He gave his tongue a click and grinned, he was satisfied.  

“Heh…” A nervous breath left your departed mouth before he kissed you again. During this kiss, he had thrusted his hips into yours, therefore, penetrating you – finally – with his own cock. The amount of times you moaned into his mouth as the pace was already unbearably fast. By all means, you were constantly slammed against the wall with his every thrust and recoil.

“TREVOR! – “

But he refused to stop kissing. It was an excruciating pleasure. Your make-up, that was already ruined from his kisses beforehand, had ended up caking him as well. Your red and black lipstick smudged all over his jaw and neck, your foundation leaving powdering splodges against his cheek and nose. When he did pull away, the make-up was mutual on both faces. It was almost like he was wearing more than you.

“That’s right… Oh, yeah! Fuck me!” Trevor proudly yelled when wrapping one of your legs around his waist to deepen the access to your pussy. You’d cry and squirm and moan and groan and fidget and sweat and pant and shriek.

“Harder!”

“Oh… That’s my fuckin’ girl!”

Until your hips were reddened, the thrusts were passionate still. There had to be rashes from his skin rubbing against yours constantly. You felt tingling and some burning, but it was blankly ignored since his dick was giving you the joy of a lifetime and more.

“Trevor! Trevor! Christ!” You hurried as the butterflies in your stomach grew intense. The beginning of your climax was happening and apparently he was experiencing the same. He was twitching non-stop, his eyes and his cock. You stroked a hand through his sweaty hair, tugging on a bundle before his body shook.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna! – “ Trevor kissed the corner of your mouth as he continued fucking you.

Momentarily, it came. You came, he came, the feeling came. It rushed. He hunched forward and pinned you against the poor wall as his cock squirted all on your skirt and tummy. You too had cum rushing out of your pussy, drizzling down your thighs and legs. In some parts, it stuck your fishnets to your skin (well, what’s remaining of them anyway).

“Fuckin’…” He struggled to breathe.

You bite your lip and rubbed the soreness of his neck, feeling his tension from looking down at your body. A small grumble responded to your affections and he simply carried you to the sofa. Your boots were torn off, so was your cum-stained skirt. Being left naked, he just climbed on top of you and sighed. His face found home between your breasts and it was clear, non-verbally, that was needed a good old-fashioned cuddle. Naked edition.

“There we go.” You softly kissed his forehead and allowed your body to finally rest.

“My neck hurts…” That muffle responded from between your boobs.

“I know, baby, I know…”

“Bite me more sometimes.”

You couldn’t help but grin, “Alright… As you wish.”

[teklarn]

Can I request Aizawa x reader with "childhood enemies" and "forced to work together" where reader bullied Aizawa in highschool and she starts working as a teacher?

my biggest problem - s. aizawa

teklarn’s cliche’s and tropes masterlist (trope: childhood enemies & forced to work together)

shota aizawa x fem! reader

genre: angst??? 

summary: years after your graduation, you return to UA Highschool as a teacher, wandering the halls you’d once been so fond of. upon wandering said halls, you stumble across the person you least expected to be working with loud teenagers. your former classmate, shota aizawa. it’ll be hard not to ignore your difficult history working so close with him. 

warnings: mild cursing, bullying, implied enemies to lovers (?), UNEDITED. 

l/n = last name

p/h/n = pro hero name

- - - 

he was a quiet, reserved dork. his hair was awfully long and unruly, and at his young age stubble was already beginning to pop from his skin. 

“you ever bother to try to look your age? you look like a thirty-year-old man in a student’s uniform.” 

your classmate―aizawa―shifted in his seat, leaning on his other hand to listen in on the lecture before you. the two of you had been seated next to each other at the back of the classroom, so these whispers weren’t new to him. 

mostly, aizawa ignored you. but there were times when you got underneath his skin. your persistence was always worth it at the end of the day. 

“are you trying to ignore me?” you leaned on your own elbow, mimicking his slumped posture. 

aizawa blinked. you knew he heard you, and you knew that he also recognized the fact that you were awfully close. 

“y/n.” 

the teacher’s voice snapped your attention. 

“yes, sir?” 

“pay attention.” 

“my apologies, sensei. i was just helping aizawa with his notes,” you lied. 

your professor grunted in acknowledgement before returning to the lecture. as his back faced the class again, you nudged aizawa with your finger, leaning over the gap in between the desks. 

“pass me a pencil. i don’t have one with me.” 

aizawa’s dark eyes slid towards you, deadpan as he reached into his pencil case and handed you the writing utensil. you took it without any thanks. 

“the tip is dull.” 

“so?” he shrugged. 

“do you mind sharpening it for me or something?” 

“i don’t have a sharpener.” 

“pfft,” you scoffed, scribbling your name down. “useless.” 

there was another time―there were many times―you remember. he was walking with his head down, eyes trained on the dark floor as the halls buzzed to life, students heading down to the lunch room. 

you thought that, perhaps with the intense faze he was holding to the ground, aizawa would have seen you sticking out your leg just as he passed your locker. 

he didn’t fall on his face, but the boy stumbled, taking a moment to catch his balance before shooting you a distasteful glance which lasted no more than a second. then he continued on his way, making sure to hurry his way down the hall. 

he acted so uncaring. it almost pissed you off. but smaller moments such as this one gave you butterflies. in the seconds he dared to give you a reaction, he was reminded exactly why he shouldn’t. 

even in the training class after that, (in all the training classes you spent together) you somehow managed to always find yourself on a team with him, or with him on the opposing team. didn’t matter which side you played for, agaisnt or with him, you made it hell for him. 

you made everyday absolute hell for him. 

you and your friends. 

perhaps there was another reason why people never talked to him. it couldn’t possibly be because you were the fanciest shit-talker this damn school has ever seen. 

there was something about aizawa that irked the absolute ever-loving shit out of you. it was his unruly hair and unshaved teen stubble and how he never seemed to grow out of his middle school goth phase. it was his attitude and how he never made an effort to make any friends of his own. 

perhaps someone aside from yamada and oboro might speak to him every once in a while. 

- - - 

you wandered through the halls. it had been years, too long you found, that you had last been wandering this school. as soon as you had stepped in, ready to take on your new job, you began picking out all the things that had changed from your time here.

being a teacher at UA wasn't your original dream, however when the opportunity arose, you thought, why not? there's nothing wrong with this. your original job as a pro was great pay, but after suffering from an injury during a villain fight, you'd decided to take on teaching fulltime, at least for a while before you went back to being a fulltime pro-hero. so this was fine, this was great.

it was great until you stepped into classroom 1A and your eyes landed on a familiar head of unruly hair.

aizawa turned to you, eyes unblinking as always. a class of curious eyes stared back at you.

"everyone," aizawa started, "this is l/n sensei. she'll be my student teacher. she's here to assist any of you with anything you might need."

"you're pro hero p/h/n!"

a boy with dark green hair drew your attention. you'd seen his face somewhere before, perhaps on television. you smiled.

"i am."

"you're so admirable! especially your battle strategy. when it comes down to it, I think you're one of the-"

"enough, midoriya," aizawa snapped.

you waved a hand at your former classmate, greeting him almost as a friend. "don't be silly, he can ask me as many questions as he'd like." you laughed and watched a tiny smile stretch across midoriya's face.

aizawa only glared at your weak attempt at friendship. guilt prodded at your gut.

"i'd like you all to take out your textbooks. please flip to page one-ninety. we'll call numbers randomly and read the rest of the passage aloud. l/n, please take a seat over there, where you can observe the class."

you scoffed playfully. "i know you've been at this teaching game much longer than me, but i'm not completely inexperienced." your jokes were purely just that. jokes.

but aizawa only stared at you with those unblinking eyes until you set your stuff down where directed and sat.

the rest of the lesson was painfully awkward until you heard the unmistakable voice to yamada.

dressed in his present mic uniform, you watched your successful classmate waltz in.

aizawa looked at him as he slapped him on the back. you smiled. some things never change.

"i think it's my turn to take over this class."

aizawa dusted the chalk off his calloused hands. "all right, class. the rest of the passage is for homework. please read this tonight, and i'll be calling you out randomly to make sure you did."

you put up a hesitant finger. "uh-"

"l/n sensei won't be staying for this class." he turned to you. "you'll be following me. principal nezu wants to greet you."

"of course." you hurried outside, and the class resumed their work.

"you know," you started, "you don't have to be so cold to me."

aizawa remained silent.

"i don't know why you're acting like this. you're so...cut off. awkward, i guess. that's how you're acting. i'm an old classmate." you giggled. "what, is it just because my career was more successful than yours that you-?"

"some things don't change, huh."

you furrowed your brow. "what do you-? this isn't the way to the principal's office."

"no. we're going to my office. i'm the one who wants to talk to you."

"you can talk to me out here, you don't have to make it weird."

he opened his office door and despite your protests, you stepped inside and freely took a seat.

he closed the door and took up the seat behind the desk across from you. "now, listen. this isn't an invitation to be friends. we're working together, that's it. and i need you to respect me, understand?"

"that i do, eraserhead," you mocked.

"that right there is what i mean. you hold no respect for anyone but yourself."

"oh, c'mon, are you kidding-"

"so i need you to shut the hell up, because i'm in charge."

your mouth clamped shut.

"i don't need you nagging, i don't need you pretending like you were my friend. i won't give you the satisfaction of telling you that you made my high school years hell, but i will tell you that i never considered you a friend, and i still don't. i don't think i ever will. there's very few people i would spare my words to, and you i've saved a lot for."

"i'm...flattered?"

"you can't..." red seemed to dust his cheeks.

your fingers twisted together. "you know...i'm sorry."

aizawa was quiet.

"i am sorry because...i was insecure. you were always better in school than me. you were always...i don't know. just...better, i guess? can i say that? i was lucky you didn't envy the spotlight. you would have taken it from me if you did." you chuckled softly to yourself.

"shut up."

you lifted your head. "what?"

"you were my biggest challenge."

"oh, i'm absolutely flattered."

aizawa stood before nezu's office door and glared at you. you hadn't realized how much his demeanor had changed.

he lifted your chin. "i've come to overcome such issues in the past. but there are some i seem to not be able to escape. dealing with you in the next year..." his eyes narrowed. "you're my biggest problem, y/n.

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UNEDITED.

a/n: i am so sorry this took literal months to get out, i didn't see it because i was off tumblr for a hot second, and then i got into the biggest writing slump i've ever been in i literally could get nothing down. please forgive my tardy completion of this request it's lowkey shit but i had to get it out there :) i love u!

[letitrott]

Bowers Gang x Goth Reader

Choose your own story - Part 3

Henry Bowers Route

Option B: Leave by yourself

PART 1 Intro (CLICK ME)

PART 2 Sports class "With Henry" (FOR THIS POST)

PART 2 (CLICK ME) Mother link all story options

Part 3 (CLICK ME) Mother link all story options

Warnings: Mental health decline, slight loneliness, depression and social anxiety themes.

Reader: Sorry to disturb you but I am fine *you quickly grabbed all your items that fell on the floor*  Beverly: *watches you for a moment as you walked past with a saddened expression on her face* Reader: *you walked out trying your best to cover the mark on your neck with some strands of hair. *You attended you next class feeling a little empty, a shell and an urge to be somewhere else. You could feel the way the energy in the room change as you walked in. The girls and boy gossiping and whispering with each other. You felt like you were being left to the wolves not any different to school back at home* Reader: *a boy with big glasses and some what cute googly eyes sat next to you*  Richie: Damn! I didn’t know Vinnie Vincent from KISS was attending this class.  Reader: *you giggle a little* Thats a bit of a cheap blow for you  Richie: I know something else you could blow  Reader: You little smart ass *you nudged him in the arm playfully*  Richie: So what are you doing for lunch need me to show you around? *he smiles confidently*  Reader: Is this your poor attempt in asking me out *you play along. Noticing another boy a lot smaller then Richie and scrawnier sit down* Eddie: Richie what are you doing thats Bowers girl! Have you not heard the rumore's *he whispered*  Richie: What no she literally just got here and Greta is soo full of shit.  Eddie: Well then whats that on her neck!!! Reader: *you just fazed out looking at the wall, you could hear everything all the gossip of the other classmates and everything Eddie was saying. It was all starting to add up.  Richie: Your just scared of contracting cooties  Eddie : No Richie I’m trying to save your skin!   Richie: Look at her Eddie do you think she's happy being known as Henry Bowers girl! No he's probably just being an asshole!  Reader: *You couldn’t help but smile listening to all the words Richie said*  Richie: Hey umm I’m Richie this is Eddie don’t mind him. He usually has his aneurysm's like this once a day gets it from his mom highly contagious.  Reader: *you laughed as the two boys continued bickering. You glanced out the window studying the surroundings. Only for you lay eyes on none other then Henry. No doubt he could see you and the two boys. He didn't look happy at all.  Reader: Hey um It was really nice meeting you guys but I really should goo.  Richie: Hey wait! *he reaches out for you hand. His hands were so warm and sincere being held in his. Reader: I’m sorry Richie but Eddie is right it's not safe. *you walked away saddened* Richie: We gotta help her Eddie!  Eddie: NO Richie we are already on Henry’s shit list! Do you want us to be at the top of that list.  Richie: Bill and Bev will listen … Everything, every girl that gang touches either goes missing or become a ghost in a shell. Destroyed…  WHAT WILL YOU CHOOSE A. Have lunch with Richie B. Suck it up to Bowers

Sorry if this one is a little short. I hope you still enjoyed reading Part 4 will be out soon and I promise I won't disappoint. Thanks for reading lots of love xx