#i don't think i will ever shut up about this song dear god

[pardonmydelays]

i don't think you understand: on the ground are banditos fighting while i find nico even though i'm past the point of no return, climb the top of the tower "show yourself" i yell louder even though i'm past the point of no ret-

[writersmess]

DEATH WISH LOVE | EVAN BUCKLEY

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Pairing: Evan Buckley x fem!reader

Summary: Buck never thought he could love someone like that. Especially not someone with the same death wish love as him.

Warning: Anxiety crisis, near-death experience, hospital, crying, ansgt.

Word count: 2.5K

a/n: My God, I can't believe it's taken me over a year to get back. I missed this place so much. It's been an intense, crazy year. I finally got my dream job at the best hospital in Latin America. I'm so happy, but at the same time it's demanded everything of me, working long shifts almost every day, but its the price I have to pay. I hope you like this one, it was based on the song Death Wish Love by Benson Boone, which as soon as I heard it I immediately imagined something with our dear Buck. I confess I thought I'd do something angsty, but I don't think I have that capacity, he already suffers so much that I just wanted him to have a happy ending this time.

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You were the new firefighter in 118, and also new to the city. In order to follow your dreams, you left your hometown with everyone and everything you knew. You craved for bigger things, you wanted the big city, you wanted Los Angeles.

The team welcomed you with open arms, which was unusual to you. You weren’t used to this or neither known by your affectionate gestures, but apparently everything was an excuse for a hug at the station. It was a bit hard to get used to all this affection, especially when you came from a place where you were always by yourself.

That was one of the main reasons you became a firefighter, you have walked through fire every single day of your life, why not make it your profession?

You were a source of curiosity between the team, always so quiet and so resistant to everyone's affection. It was hard to win you over. Especially because you had a rather difficult personality, you were fearless at work, you weren't afraid to go into the fire to save lives, you did it without thinking twice.

To Bobby you were a cause of concern, and sometimes the reason why he was having trouble sleeping. He knew this personality very well. It was the same one he had struggled for years to learn to deal with, the one he had to fight with so many times, he was very familiar with this death wish love, it was the same as Buck’s.

The blue-eyed man on the other side, couldn't understand why he couldn't take his eyes off you. Ever since you arrived a few months ago, your image has been running through Buck’s mind. You've become a challenge for him. But not in a bad way, he wanted to get to know you, he wanted to understand you. But you didn't make things any easier for him, especially when today was the first time he'd seen you laugh.

"You're drooling" he snapped back to reality when he heard Eddie mocking next to him.

"Shut up" Buck said, turning his gaze back to you playing with his niece.

You had a beauty he couldn't explain, an angelic one. You had this steely gaze and looking at you felt like suicide. He would fall to his knees if you asked him to. How could someone so delicate also be so dangerous?

The way you were reluctant to follow Bobby's orders, you'd walk into the fire without a second thought. You would take risks without thinking about your own safety, just thinking about everyone else. He saw how hard you worked, he saw how mad Bobby got when he ordered the building to be evacuated and you were always the last one to leave. You were intriguing and he was fascinated.

It was so strange for you. Being in Maddie's living room, with everyone gathered together like a big family, laughing and telling funny stories. The team met once a week, with all the families together, the children running around the living room, the smell of food in the air, the voices, the laughter.

You accepted the invitation after a few months of refusing, and now you spent the week looking forward to the moment when you would be together again.

Sometimes when you got home from a meeting, you cried. You cried because you never had that, you never had anyone who cared about you. You were an unexpected pregnancy, your parents didn't planned you, they didn't want you and that was never a secret to anyone.

And that's why you were surprised when one day you arrived early at the station and Hen had a cake for you that you had once said reminded of what your grandmother used to bake.

Or when another one Eddie handed you a drawing that Chris made specifically for you. Of the two of you playing together.

Or when Maddie sent you, through Chim, the cookies you said you loved one day while you were having coffee together.

Or when Bobby invited you to have lunch with him and Athena on a Sunday ‘cause he knew you were going to do it alone.

Or when Buck gave you a book he'd heard you say was your favorite during a conversation.

*

It was mid-afternoon on a Sunday. Your hands were shaking, your heart pounding. The words your father had once spoken echoed in your mind. "You will never be loved". But you were at a table with 118's entire family, and you felt loved. Maddie told you about the gossip from her work. Karen hugged you from the side every time you passed by her. Hen included you in every conversation. Athena calmly answered all the questions you were curious about her work. So why did you feel like an imposter? Why was your father's voice echoing inside your head? Why were you on the verge of an anxiety attack?

"I'll be right back" you muttered to the girls, but you realized how shaky your voice sounded. You were pathetic.

You barely made it to the bathroom, your legs buckled and you sat down in the corner of the room. You could hardly breathe, it was hard to pull in the air. Tears streamed down your face. Your heart was racing. Your hands were shaking.

You heard your voice being called from outside. Damn. You couldn't calm down, your hand was on your chest as if it could make the pain go away.

"Hey, hey. I'm here. Calm down, I’ve got you" it was Buck.

His voice was just a whisper in your ear. You let a sob escape your lips. Pathetic. You felt his arms around you, until you were all wrapped up in his arms. Why was he doing that? Why did he care?

He stayed there until you stopped crying. You were still in his arms, and it was so warm, so safe. Sighs came from your lips, and you couldn't imagine what a mess Buck's head and heart were in. He wanted you in his arms, not just now.

"I'm sorry," you whispered and tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let you, so you stayed.

"You don't have to talk about what's going on in there, but the day you feel like you need a hug to cry into, you've got mine" your eyes filled with tears again. "And don't ever apologize for it"

*

The smiles on your lips were becoming constant. And it was Buck's favorite image. You were letting people through your armor, you were letting your guard down, and it felt good. You now baked pies and cakes for the station on your days off, recipes learned from the girls after a few long afternoons of chatting and coffee.

Your laughter was contagious, and the boys would always crack little jokes to get them out of you.

Your eyes were now looking out for a pair of blue ones, all the time, everywhere. Eyes that were always looking back at you. Your hands were always looking for an excuse to bump into Buck's, just to feel that shiver run down your spine every time. And he would find any reason to text you, until the excuses became routine. You woke up every day with a good morning message and went to bed with a good night one. The little touches now became big gestures, Buck loved to brush your hair out of your face and tuck them behind your ear. And you loved to run your hand over the birthmark above his eye. You loved when his warm lips traveled up your neck to your lips. You loved when his hands ran over your body always so slowly and so gently, bringing goosebumps wherever they went. You loved making love with him. How he worshiped your body, how much he worshiped you. The way he made you feel loved.

You had a hold on Buck, and you didn't even know it. He had become attached to you, attached to the idea of having you by his side. The nights with you were the ones he could truly rest in, the mornings where he woke up to your soft kisses on his face, were the ones he would keep forever in his mind.

But he could feel that you were still resisting his feelings, and he was terrified of losing you. Buck was in love with you. It took months for him to realize that, but he did it. He loved you.

But one thing has never changed. And as Buck followed the loud murmurs coming from Bobby’s office, where he knew you were at, he kept in mind the danger you were in at every call. He couldn't lose you.

"Hey, what happe-" he couldn't finish the sentence when he saw you walking out the door, since you brushed past him, bumping into his shoulder, without even looking him in the face.

Buck made his way to the room, where he saw his captain wiping his hands across his face, letting out an exhausted sigh.

"She'll end up dead if she keep acting like this, Buck"

"I know"

"After the last call, if she doesn't change her behavior, I'll be forced to suspend her."

"I know."

Buck couldn't lose you.

You couldn't talk to Buck yet, you were so nervous after your conversation with Bobby. You were trying your best, how could he tell you that you had a death wish love? You were saving lives, and it didn't matter if it cost you your own. You didn't care.

A new call ecoed through the station. It was something big. A fire in a shed. People were working at the time, so there were many likely victims. You were anxious, just as you were before any call, but you were ready for it. You were born ready.

"Be careful," Buck told you before you got off the truck and you nodded. You were always careful "I love you"

You turned surprised to Buck, you'd never said that to each other before. It disconcerted you.

"Buck, I-"

Before you could say anything, you heard Bobby calling you to give instructions and you had to run.

I love you.

The words echoed in your head as you entered the burning building. No one had ever said that to you. You didn't even know the weight those words carried.

"Sir, follow this path and the fireman will take you to the exit."

It was so hot. You'd already lost count of how many people you'd pulled out of the line of fire. Your head was heavy. It was getting hard to breathe.

"Evacuate the building now," you could hear Cap saying over the radio. Everyone agreed and gave their location. You were about to respond when you heard something.

It was a call for help.

You could have sworn it was a call for help.

"Captain, I'm in the east side, I hear someone screaming for help. I'm close, I can get them out"

"Negative, the building will collapse at any moment. Get out immediately"

Your vision was blurred.

I love you.

You couldn't go out and leave those people to die, so you went ahead. The way to the door was difficult, there was a lot of rubble, and when you opened it, you froze in place.

It was empty. The fire danced in front of you, mocking you. But the cries for help... you've never been so wrong before.

I love you.

“It’s empty” you murmured at the radio.

Bobby was shouting your name from the other end of the radio. You turned around, but it was so hard to breathe. You tried to find your way back, but everything was spinning. Buck was now calling your name.

I love you.

His words were running through your head. Your steps were now slow. The way out, you couldn't find the way out. You could hear the fire laughing at you. Stupid. Pathetic. You heard an explosion behind you, and it threw you off balance, bringing you to the ground. You'd been walking through fire all your life, and now it would finally take its place back. Your siren buzzed in your ears. That would be the end of you.

I love you too, Buck.

The moment Buck came out of the building and didn't see you outside, he tried to go back. But hands held him in place.

This couldn't be happening. No, no.

Bobby called your name on the radio and you didn't answer. It's empty. That was the last answer they got. You weren't answering. An explosion. On the east side, where you were.

Buck's knees gave way, and he went down. All eyes were on the exit of the building waiting for you, waiting for a miracle. But it never came.

Buck screamed, and he would scream until his lungs gave up.

Time seemed to stop. Buck's screams were the only noise to be heard. And another explosion. Tears rolled down trough some faces. No one could believe it. This couldn't be happening.

Buck couldn't lose you like this.

"We found her" some voice echoed over the radio.

Buck's heart could stop any second now.

But the building was collapsing.

He broke free from his friends and ran into the building, dodging all the fallen and burnt obstacles, and he saw you. You were in the arms of a fireman. He ran up to you and carried you out of the building. As soon as you stepped onto the sidewalk, the building collapsed. Buck held you in his arms with all his strength and ran, feeling the debris fly past you.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" was the first thing that came out of your lips when he put you on the stretcher and he shut you up, pressing his lips to yours.

Buck analyzed each of your wounds alongside Hen and Chim and you could see the tears streaming down Buck's face, the ones that were also streaming down your own.

You were still struggling to breathe, every inch of your body ached, and you felt on the verge of losing consciousness. Until you succumbed to the darkness that was calling your name.

*

You woke up a few hours later in hospital. Your hands were being squeezed and you could feel something wet running down over them. Tears.

Buck had his face in your hands, he had never felt so afraid before. And when he heard your voice calling him, it was as if he could finally breathe.

"I'm sorry, Buck, I-I don't know what happened-"

"I almost lost you today"

Your heart broke into a million pieces. You did this to him, your recklessness, your impulsive behavior. It was your fault.

"I'm sorry"

Tears were now streaming down your face and he moved closer, running his hands gently down your cheeks.

"I was terrified of losing you. I'd die if I do."

"I would never leave you"

"Promise?"

"I love you, Buck. And I'll love you to death"

"Please don't let it be soon"

You smiled. No one had ever loved you like that.

"It won't."

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hii could I request Alastor x fem(or gn if you don't write fem)reader who is part of vees?? Like imagine meeting where velvet and Carmilla got into fight so can you do that but with reader and maybe like after meeting how it looked?

Hehe! I write female and how ironic is that, whilst I love Hazbin Hotel, I haven’t gotten the chance to watch the show since I am motherless broke and waiting for all of it to go onto YouTube so I am gonna have to guess this shit! Once again… kinda short, sorry!

Alastor- Little Mistake

Alastor has always thoroughly disliked the Vs of the Overlords. Vox is obnoxious and egoistical, Valentino is sensual and annoying, Velvette is bratty and loud. But you… you’re not that bad. You’re the only V that doesn’t get under his skin and he does find you interesting so, throughout most Overlord meetings, he always sideyes you whilst you’re besides Velvette to see how you’ll respond to Carmilla

And respond to Carmilla you did. Making it a big song and dance that you don’t need to respect a fellow Overlord. Overlords barely respect one another so you don’t feel obligated in the slightest to respect her, which caused much friction throughout the other Overlords and deemed the meeting over

Alastor was amused by all of it. You’re much more calm, level-headed, less loud and sophisticated as compared to your fellow Vs and you’ve proven to Alastor that you do have quite the rebellious spirit and are determined to stick to your beliefs

He is impressed. He likes that

You just made a boring, insignificant meeting about ten thousand times better by beginning to argue with Carmilla over her statements and choices, and now, Alastor is hookline sinker for what is about to happen

Alastor may or may not rub you embarrassing yourself in front of your Vs and the Overlords in your face after everybody exits the meeting room and he tracks you down effortlessly, mainly thanks to his incredible shadow magic

Everybody else is so tense and avoiding you, cringing out of their skin at your lashout to their head… except the Vs, who are cheering your stand-up on whilst Alastor is already parting from the group to speak to you about what he wants to speak about

Those piercing crimson red eyes basically glare into your soul as he proclaims with a smirk. He expresses that he doesn’t hate you like he hates your fellow Vs

“I thought you were a good girl~ that wasn’t how good girls behave, my dear”

You don’t even want to hear it from him so you already attempt to regroup with the Vs(who are all proud of you, may I say) but Alastor has other plans and he doesn’t plan for this conversation to be cut so short so rudely, so he steals away you and your time. Is he in love with you? Well, he definitely likes you more than he’ll ever admit

“Oh. You’re so inconsiderate, darling. I was speaking to you and you just turned your back. That is not ladylike at all, don’t you want to give me, at least, a smile~?”

Needless to say, Alastor did indeed both find your butting heads with Carmilla Carmine very amusing, very interesting, very fun to poke fun at and especially… quite attractive— oh god. Did he actually think that? He did. He cannot believe how quickly a simple Overlord like yourself, a member of the Vs, have managed to make him smitten in any fashion

Alastor will make his amusement over your fight with Carmilla obvious, he presses you against the wall and speaks with the radio effects on full blast to make sure you pay attention and whilst he’ll shut out your fellow Vs, he’ll make you look at him and acknowledge him

Alastor teases you nonstop through the maybe 20-30 minutes he took talking to you about the incident in that big room. He openly expresses how much he enjoyed a good girl like you going bad but he hopes you stay obedient when you come to the Hotel. You don’t know what he is blabbering on about, though, Alastor knows you’re too good for the Vs and you’ll come to get redeemed any day now

And when that day comes, he will happy rub it more into your face. Maybe, give that face a bit of a kiss before sending you off

“Ah. Ah~ it’s not creepy, it’s acknowledgment. Creepy would be me following you around all the time. I was merely entranced by your behaviours and may I say, you’re better than those mindless idiotic Overlords you associate yourself with”

[sevikasslut4life]

All I Wanted Was You

Lucifer Morningstar X fem reader

song to listen to while reading:

warning: death, mentions of bl00d, angst, mentions of insecurity and self hate, reader being a people pleaser.

A/N: This is lowkey a self reflection but ignore that 😭 if you feel anyway similar like this fic, pls know that u can vent 2 me <3, also I forgot abt the poll I made😭, Hope u enjoy!!

It was 2am and you had just gotten into a argument with one of your friends about how your too selfless and a "people pleaser". Currently, you're trying to desperately call Lucifer to come and pick you up as you sob in the pouring rain in Hell. Lucifer finally answers.

"Sweetie? What's wrong, my dear?" Lucifer says nervously as he hears you sob on the phone. "Please just come pick me up.. I'll explain later.. Just please.." You say in tears as he immediately hangs up and rushes to pick you up. As soon as he finds you, he rushes to you and flies you home. When you guys arrive home. He sets you down to talk. "Sweetie, what happened? Please, I'm not forcing you to tell me, only if you want to, my dear.." Lucifer mumbles as he holds you in his arms, like you were the most precious and delicate person in all of heaven and hell. You didn't wanna tell him cause you knew he would be disappointed and sad, and you hated to see anyone feeling that way. You always let people vent or talk to you, letting their feelings out. If anyone wanted to be mean, you'd let them be mean to you, you could take it. You could take all the judgement and pain that they give you and not care. You were stronger than people gave you credit for. That's what everyone thought. You finally opened your mouth and started to talk to Lucifer.

"Sometimes I just feel like.. My whole life is about making the people I love happy and not about me.. Like I couldn't care less about myself, just what others think of me.. Always trying to change myself for society to like me, but they never do.." You say with tears and your voice breaking, shattering into pieces. Lucifer looked into your eyes and immediately his heart sank, not a feeling of disappointment or dissatisfaction in his mind. Only shocked. He would do anything for you, his darling, his sweetheart. And the way he didn't know about this made him feel terrible. Shockingly, he wasn't angry when he spoke. "My dove, please don't ever think that way.. You don't have to please anyone or make anyone happy, don't break bones or damage yourself for a few compliments or smiles from people." Lucifer says as he gently hugged you and let you cry it out in his arms. "Really..?" You mumbled as he caressed your lovely hair and admired your true, non fake self.

"Yes.. I will love you no matter what, angel or sinner, in heaven or hell, dead or living, angel or god. I would rip every crevice of earth, Venus, Saturn, even hell for you. I love you more than any species ever created." Lucifer says proudly and gently, cupping your cheeks as he kissed and wiped away your tears. He held you in his arms as you two slept peaceful st night.

Days later, you would find yourself surrounded by angels, Lucifer standing by your side. He was fighting an angel until he suddenly saw you stabbed right in your filled with love heart. He ran towards you as you dropped to the ground, a loud thud as the demons glanced from afar as they fought. You placed his hand on your chest to feel your heartbeat go from speeding to slowing down. His face dropped and felt every bone in his body tense up. Tears ran down his face as you slowly opened your lips. "Just lean on my arms and break my heart.. Maybe in another universe, I can make every one satisfied.." You whispered as you took your final breath and your eyes shut.

"You already did.. In every universe, I love you and will be in every single universe with you.." Lucifer whispered to you as his tears flooded on your bloody body, holding you close like he always did.

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Could u do either pedri or grizi at like a team dinner and like you hanging out with the wags and accidentally finding out something embarrassing about him that happened before they got together pleaseeee

Took Pepi for this one because I have been neglecting him a bit🥴😭 Hope you like this dear anon, tell me what you think of this, please! This is a bit shitty😭

Oh, Really? -Pedri González

Summary: You find something a bit embarrassing of your boyfriend

The team had won, the guys were excited and cheerful. It was an incredibly game today, 5-1 and the best of all was that you boyfriend, Pedro, or Pedri as he was mostly known, did a doublet, both goals dedicated to you, just like always. You never get tired of it.

The team was on cloud 9 while you and the wags were also excited for your guys, that's how you ended up in a restaurant, celebrating the team's win.

When out of nowhere the guys started pointing out their most embarrassing stories in and out of the field

"Pablo fell on his bum last week for not tying his shoes" The table laughed. That was something everyone predicted but never knew it could happen.

"Why wasn't I there?" You whined making them laugh even more "I knew you didn't knew how to tie them!"

"Shut up!" Pablo said making you laugh "That's a not so embarrassing fact!"

"What's an embarrassing fact, Pablito?" Araujo asked giggling

"Pedri's musical taste!"

"Don't mess up with my boyfriend, Gavira" You threaten "It couldn't be that bad" You look at Pedri who hadn't spoke a word in a while, only laughing but now his look was serious "Wasn't it?"

"I would like to think it wasn't" Pedri mumbled

"You used to listen to Justin Bieber, don't give us that 'I'd like to think it wasn't' kind of shit. That's embarrassing as hell" Ansu said making the whole table laugh as you turned to look at Pedri

"Oh really?" you asked shooked, Pedri didn't speak "No" you said as he smiled lightly "At least tell me you didn't liked Baby"

"It was a hit!"

"Oh my fucking-" You murmured hand going to your face trying not to laugh, the guys were already dying on their spot

"As Long As You Love Me was good too" Pedri said as you shook your head

"No, baby" You murmured "I can forgive his latest songs but that far away?" Pedri looked at you in the eye before shrugging a bit

"Sorry?" He asked as you laughed a little "I don't listen to him in present day"

"No, Pepi. That's your music, sometimes I don't like it but I do respect it" You said "But yeah, thank god you don't"

"We already have enough with your style" Ansu chimed in

"¡Venga tío, joder, tampoco es para tanto!" Pedri complained making the whole table laugh

"Hombre que los skinny's no son tan lindos ya" Ferran said

"But they look good on me!" Pedri exclaimed looking at you

"Cargos and sweatpants are the best tho" You said softly "But I still find you handsome in and with everything, amor" You kissed his lips as the guys started yelling a bit making you separate with a laugh

The theme was closed when the waitress brought over your desserts, you fell into the best dessert you have ever done while eating for a while until you stopped talking, now realizing something.

"You know? Now that I think about it... You do dress up like Bieber back in 2016 sometimes" The whole table laughed histerically once more as you tried to hold back your laughter, keeping eye contact with Pedri.

"Y/N!"

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction

[undeaddove9]

NSFW related// contains genderbend AU with wlw charmoree and ♂ Manon (their names stay the same), cunnilingus, squirting, cheating (Rody and Manon have not broken up yet)

I'm writing this just because I needed to write some culinary yuri... and because I love listening to this song it reminds me so much of them :3

"Me and your girlfriend playin' dress up in my house, I gave your girlfriend cunnilingus on my couch"

Her crush couldn't stop yapping about how sweet and caring her boyfriend is.

Ughhh, why was this stupid redheaded puppy talking about some guy that she's clearly not interested in listening to? ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

Was there ever a way to shut her up?

Suddenly, a very great idea pops into Vincent's head.

YURIKA!!! ☝️💡

And with that, she's decided to make Rody forget all about her precious boyfriend, Manon. How exactly, you may ask? Well...

"Ngh! Hah—AH! VINCE!!" , Rody lets out a loud moan as her boss was hungrily lapping up at her sensitive folds and clit.

The woman was shakily sitting, now almost slouching, on Vincent's couch in her apartment, with thighs spread wide open, making access for the chef to devour the swollen cunt in between her legs. Her fists were clenching for dear life on the couch cushions near her.

She never expected this, in all honesty. She had an assumption that her boss was just being nice and sweet when welcoming her into her house. She never expected to end up in a heated situation with the younger woman.

Her face looked so fucked out right now. She's sweating like crazy, with her eyes rolling back into her head and her tongue lolling out. Maybe she should just let Vince do her thing. No, she wasn't supposed to enjoy this!

But...

"Hah- holy shit... Vince, please. You can't... I— AH! I'm in love with Manon- nghHH!... I'm not supposed to do this with you haaahh..." , she continued with her stammering words, hoping that her boss would at least consider putting a stop to whatever she was currently doing to her.

Unfortunately for Rody, her words were completely futile. Instead, she received a harsh nibble and tug on her twitching clit, making her scream in sudden pleasure.

Oh god, she was seeing stars at this point.

Vince looked up sadistically at the heavily panting woman and led out a chuckle in response. "Oh, mon cœur ♡ You don't have to lie to yourself. Your voice may be rejecting me but your enticing body is telling me otherwise. You don't seem like you ever want me to stop, so..... ♡"

That was all she said before continuing to thrust her skillful tongue back into Rody's soaking wet pussy. Only this time, she's doing it roughly, occasionally sucking on her pretty clitoral nub and creating even more stimulation towards her trembling employee.

The auburn haired woman had no choice but to submit to the ongoing pleasure that her body was receiving.

It was driving her crazy. She can feel the pooling heat in her stomach. Her nails were digging deeper into the couch cushions, almost tearing the fabric. The ravenette gave her clit one last suck and... Oh fuck. She's about to...

"VINCE! I'M GONNA CU—haAAAAAAAA!!!", the waitress' words were cut off as she finally came and squirted her juices into Vince's awaiting mouth. The chef lapped up every single drop of her beloved waitress' fluid she could get.

Rody then plastered a satisfied grin on her face with her eyes still rolled back into her head from the aftermath and her thoughts were very much clouded from the intense orgasm she had.

She couldn't even think straight anymore.

Vince, on the other hand, can't help but smile at the older woman in front of her, carefully getting herself up from her previous position.

"So... How was it? Did I treat you better than that Manon of yours, mon cœur?"

"Huh?? Eh? Wh... Who...??"

"That's what I thought ♡"

[elektrischemaidchen]

Lisztober #10: Virtuoso!

Warning! Before you all get the shakes, @franzliszt-official: This song is largely based on original quotes (!!!) So it didn't just spring from our sick brains.

So, come on, let's fire up the beats again to crash yesterday's grave mood. And then we'll get back to doing what we do best: Naughty- wayward Victorian Lady - songs. How many did we do already? Can’t remember. If there's one thing I've learned from my other band, it's that going over and over the same sexy theme ALWAYS leads to success ;) (Haha. Ha.)

„Lisztomania” is probably the most discussed topic from Franz's virtuoso years. There's even a movie about it, by Ken Russell. I haven't watched it yet, by the way, because I'm extremely scared of it... For those who don't know: Lisztomania began around 1841 in Berlin (where else…freaks ;)) and soon spread throughout Europe. And it was a kind of collective St. Vitus' dance in which people (i.e. women) went as crazy as possible, fought over Liszt's cigar butts, licked out his empty glasses and also offered themselves to him in other ways. Remember, this is the middle of the 19th century. And, of course, there was also the medical view: too many people and candles in one room, “Cantharidin of a musical nature” (really cool!) and female hysteria per se, which was later cured with “vibration therapy” - this is also not our imagination. Ah, good old days. <3 Dear doctors, perhaps it was simply because Liszt was a hot as hell, a gifted musician and a really good showman. Cantharidin, Cantharidin.

It has often been suggested that this may have been the first ingenious music marketing coup in history. That may only be true to a small percentage. The small percentage: Have any of you ever seen a picture of all the merch items that were supposedly there? I collect a lot of Liszt stuff, but I've never found a lock of his hair (or his dog) in a museum, nor brooches, nor any other item anywhere, not even a picture. I'm really interested. If you know anything, please let me know. Shut up and take my money.

As someone who has been bobbing around in today's music world for far too long, I have actually experienced this kind of mania myself on a tour with an internationally successful band (not on stage, thank God, but behind the scenes). That's really really bad. Not for the band, who usually take full advantage of it, but for those who witness it. I've never had so many strange conversations in my life as with groupies. Incidentally, these letters written in blood, which are mentioned in the song, come from my own experience and, for once, are not from a Liszt biography. Dear ladies: Please bear in mind that when you do something like this, it's usually not your adored artist who opens the mail, but some poor bastard who scrubs his hands over the sink for six hours afterwards. I'm just saying.

My doctor explained it to me Miss, you have a problem And I look at him And sob quietly I don't want him to know Of my secret He says it's unfortunate „Histrionic epilepsis“ I don't even know Whether it's contagious Doctor, I think it's not hysteria Doctor, I'm afraid It is Lisztomania What commands me I only suspect Cantharides Of a musical nature Two weeks ago At a concert it began So I can think of nothing Else since then He is a master of the keys The Don Juan of the boudoirs I wish he'd take me Me here, for fun Everything about him is Pure physiognomy I smoked his cold cigars Till I spat I write him Letters in blood Break into his hotel suite Anything to be close to him Doctor, I also have Diphtheria Doctor, it's Nothing compared to Lisztomania And I'm sure I'll go mad soon Because a lock of his hair So enraptured It hangs in a locket On my bosom Then I will cuddle with His handkerchief For which I fought With other girls Even before it Slipped from his fingers When I, with wet hands On his tails, licked out his empty cognac glass Mr. Doctor, I believe it's not hysteria Doctor, I'm afraid It is Lisztomania My doctor nods With a knowing look Miss, please leave The smelling salts be We're going to introduce something something new Against your Lisztomania Unfortunately, the only thing that helps is... Vibration therapy Vibration therapy

[littlemorsel56]

Alastor x Chris (Vore)

Summary: Angel asks Chris if she could babysit Fat Nuggets for a few hours while he's away. She accepts because Fat Nuggets is an adorable pig in all of hell after all. Now, she must make sure Alastor, the Radio Demon, doesn't try to eat Fat Nuggets and to protect him, she either makes a deal with him or perhaps joins him for dinner.

A/N: I haven't figured out what kind of a demon Chris would be, so, just use your imagination about what you think she'll look like for now. I'll eventually come up with it sooner what her demon form looks like.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing, Chris?" Angel asks her again for the fourth time.

"Angel, you know I'll protect Fat Nuggets with my fucking life, right?" Chris smiles, trying not to squeal too much while watching Angel and Fat Nuggets being cute to each other as Fat Nuggets licks Angel's cheeks. "You'll only be gone for a few hours. So don't worry a thing, alright." Angel sighs.

"Okay. Just make sure he stays happy." He said and handed over his pig to her.

"Don't worry. I will." Fat Nuggets snorts before he boops his nose with Chris's nose. You are so precious, Fat Nuggets!

Minutes later, after Angel left, Chris took care of Fat Nuggets by feeding him some cherries she stole from Husk while he wasn't looking. Sitting on the couch in the hotel, petting his cute little head as he oinks.

"Fat Nuggets. You are so lucky to have Angel. Even though he's a total dick and an asshole, but I can already tell you make Angel’s life sweet." Fat Nuggets respond by nibbling her fingers. I would fucking die for you. She smiles until she hears someone humming a song. Oh FUUUUCK! Chris cannot let him get his hands on Fat Nuggets. She looks around for a place to hide Fat Nuggets and herself. Nothing in here will keep them safe from him. She picks him up, leaves the room before rushing to the kitchen, opens one of the cabinet doors, and crawls inside before shutting the door.

She brings Fat Nuggets close to her as his spots and eyes glow bright pink. Fat Nuggets snorts at Chris as she shushes him to be quiet. She does not want him to find out she's taking care of Fat Nuggets while Angel is away. Surely, he's just passing through and then returning to his room later.

Wrong! She hears him coming into the kitchen as he continues humming the song. It is starting to become more glitchy and creepier. Why is he fucking here?! Fucking leave! Chris begs while bringing Fat Nuggets close to her chest. Imagine him opening the cabinet door; who knows what he'll do. Well, he'll make Fat Nuggets into bacon or force her to dance with him. She hears him walking around the kitchen like he's looking for something until she hears his footsteps coming close to her and Fat Nuggets' hideout. She stays still and quiet; praying is useless now since no one can help her. She and Fat Nuggets stay very quietly, listening to any signs of him either leaving or going to open the door.

Seconds later, they hear his hooves' steps leaving the kitchen, along with his creepy humming. Chris sits still for a second just in case until she hears nothing but silence. She slowly opens the cabinet door to peek out any signs of him and sees he's not there. Oh, thank god! Fat Nuggets snorts as Chris carefully crawls out of the cabinet. Once she is finally out, she sighs in relief before feeling a certain someone wrapping their arms around her. "FUCK!"

“Hello, darling~.”

“Fuck you, Al!” Chris yells before feeling Fat Nuggets slip from her hands. “Hey!” Alastor lets go of her before raising the pig higher from her reach with one hand while using her other hand to push Chris away from him. “Don’t you fucking dare try to eat him, Al!” Chris shouted, trying to reach for Fat Nuggets.

“And why shouldn’t I, dear Chris? He’s nothing more than a delicious meal.” Alastor said with a sinister smile.

“Because he belongs to Angel, and Fat Nuggets is the most adorable pig I’ve ever met!” Chris jumps up to try and grab him back but misses. “Come on! Alastor! Isn’t there anything else you want to eat besides Fat Nuggets?!”

“Hmm,” He hands over Fat Nuggets to his shadow before thinking. Chris looks at him with begging eyes. “How about a deal, dear Chris?” He smirks.

“…Vaggie told me not to make any deals with you,” Chris tells him. “Come on, something else, Al! Anything! Please don’t fucking eat Fat Nuggets! Hell, I’ll even take his fucking place if I have to!” Chris shouted.

“Really? Anything?”

“Yes! Name it!” Chris glares at him. Alastor takes her hand and pulls her close to his chest. She blushes before looking away from his gaze.

“Well, perhaps I’ll let the piggy live if you join me for dinner~.” Chris looks at him in confusion.

“Join you…for dinner?” Chris asks. Like a date or something? Alastor just smiles. “Ugh…Okay? I’ll join you for dinner, Al. Just let go of Fat Nuggets.” Chris said before he starts hugging her tight.

“Wonderful!” He said and snapped his finger to order his shadow to put Fat Nuggets down. Chris sighs in relief. “Meet me in the dining room at seven, dear.” He says and lets her go before he vanishes. Fat Nuggets waddles up to her before snorting. She leans down and pets his head.

“Fat Nuggets, whatever happens to me,” She said and picked him up like he was her baby. “Remember that you’re the most amazing pig in hell. And I mean it.” Fat Nuggets responds to her with a lick on her cheek. “Let’s just hope it’s one of those awkward dinner dates.”

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 When Angel Dust finally came back from wherever he went, Chris felt honestly scared. She was in her room, trying not to be afraid of Al, but how could she? What is Alastor going to do to her? Calm down. Maybe he won’t try to kill you. You’ll be fine…Right? She thought and took a deep breath and let it out. “Okay. It’s almost seven. Better meet him now than later.” She left her room and heads straight towards the dining room. Whatever happens, stay calm. Stay calm. She could hear Alastor humming a song. Stay fucking calm, Chris! She walks into the dining room to see Alastor, setting down a huge pot, filled with jambalaya. Is he…serious about the dinner part? Alastor hears Chris coming in and smiles at her.

“Ah! Chris! Great timing, my dear girl.” He smiles and suddenly, she finds herself sitting right beside Alastor as he sits down very close to her. Making her extremely uncomfortable and a bit nervous about what is going on. “I thought you were planning on running away from our little dinner~.” He said in a seductive voice, causing Chris to blush a bit.

“I-I didn’t.” She reassures him. But maybe I should have. “A-Anyway, here I am.” She says before nervously staring at the food. “…It’s regular food, right? Not the victims or anything?”

Alastor shakes his head with a big cheshire smile on his face. “No, no. Of course not. Why would you think that?” He said before wrapping his arm around her shoulder, feeling her shake a bit from his touch. “Now then, are you ready~?” Alastor suddenly asks. W-What!? What is he talking about?! Chris feels her face heating up.

“R-Ready for what?!” Chris babbles for a moment as Alastor leans his head down towards her. I-I mean, sure he’s handsome! Sure he’s a fine gentleman, but…AHHH! What is going on!? Chris screams in her head.

“To be my dinner for today!” Alastor says with a huge smirk on his face.

“…”

“After all, you did say you’ll even take that little bacon place if you have to ~” He said before chuckling. “But first off,” He said as he releases his arm off her to pick a spoon to scoop up the food. “Why don’t you have a nice meal before-…Chris?” Alastor says in confusion to find the seat empty next to him.

“Nope. Nope! No! Nope! Hell no!” Chris yells out as she runs down the hotel hallway to get to her room fast. “I lost my appetite, Al! No, thank you!” Chris shouts out in fear as she continues to run. Oh god! Oh god! Fuck! I should have seen this fucking coming! I should have-! W-What’s going on!? Chris begins to notice as she continues to run down the hallway, she noticed how everything was getting…bigger. As if she was shrinking. She trips on the now giant floor and falls to her stomach before looking around in shock. “W-What the hell?!”

“Oh, Chris.” She hears Alastor’s voice right behind her, only…deeper and louder. She turns her head and feels her heart drops to her stomach to see Alastor, now a huge giant demon as he stares down at her with a twisted smirk on his face. “If you wanted to go straight to becoming my main course of dessert, you should have said so.” He said and reached down for her. Chris scrambles to get back on her feet to run again but was too late as he picks up her tiny body by her waist as she shouts.

“A-Alastor! Put me down!” She yells, struggling to get him to release her. “You can’t just eat me! Put me down!” She said as Alastor ignores her screaming and shouting, bringing her towards his open mouth. “No. Nononono! Al! Stop it! Don’t you fucking even dare! AL!” She yelps as Alastor gently throws her inside before shutting his mouth, sealing Chris inside. “No! Alastor!” Chris shouts in anger before feeling his giant tongue vibrating underneath her as it moves around, tasting her tiny body. She feels his tongue starting to swirl around her body, licking every chance he could get Chris hears from the back of his throat, moaning in pleasure as he tastes her body.

Chris groans in disgust and fear as she tries to get away from his huge tongue, but no matter how hard she tries, it’s impossible. She looks around to see what she could do to get him to stop tasting her like some sweet candy. She sees something dangling from above his throat before she shivers to herself. I can’t believe I’m doing this! Chris quickly pushes his tongue away from her before she takes a leap of faith and grabs onto his uvula, hanging onto it tight as his tongue couldn’t reach her. She suddenly hears and feels the vibration when Alastor suddenly chuckles very darkly. Chris held on tight to whatever he was planning until she hears a very loud static voice coming from…everywhere! Oh, come on! With her hanging onto his giant uvula, Chris has no choice but to let go as she covers her ears to prevent her from hearing that terrible sound, allowing Alastor to swallow her whole.

He sighs in relief as he places his finger against his throat, to feel his little dessert traveling down his throat he feels her struggling and shouting, attempting to stop herself from heading any further in his throat, but she couldn’t fight the strong current of his throat. Seconds later, she falls out from his esophagus and landed on the stomach flesh floor as she takes a moment to realize where she is. She reacts in anger, quickly getting up from the stomach floor and running straight towards Alastor's stomach flesh on the wall, hitting it with all her might. “Alastor! You fucking bastard! Let me out of here!” She shouts out as she bangs her fist at the stomach flesh. “Let me out of here!” Suddenly, she feels his entire stomach shakes due to Alastor laughing.

“And why should I do that? You agree to have dinner with me.” He reminds her.

“Yeah! Agree to only have dinner with you, not you killing me!” She yells out.

“Killing you?” Alastor says in a fake gasp. “Why, my dear, would you think I want to kill you?”

“Because you ate me! That’s killing me!” She shouts out. Alastor chuckles to himself deeply.

“My darling little rose, I’m not going to kill you. Your only my meal today~.” He said before gently rubbing his stomach. Chris yelps as she feels Alastor stomach walls react as it slowly closes around her, giving her some sort of a gentle massage, thus causing her to blush a bit in confusion.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying you’ll be let out later.” He says and begins humming himself to a tune. “Don’t worry, you’ll be safe in there.” Alastor reassures her. Chris groans to herself, having no choice but to trap in Alastor’s stomach for today. Feeling his slimly, saliva-wet stomach rumbling around her, as if it’s telling her to relax. She rests herself down on the stomach walls as she hears Alastor humming a song to himself. It sounded nice, soothing. She eventually begins to feel tired as she takes a nap, waiting for Alastor to later spit her out.

A/N: Kinda forget about Vore Day, so, here's Alastor. Had to rush a bit to finish this.

[iguessitsjustme]

Tsukuritai Onna to Tabetai Onna Ep 3 & 4 Thoughts

It has been a week and an entire half. I wanted to watch this earlier this week but there was just no way that was gonna happen. Not only was my tendonitis acting up but dear god. I’ve been going through it. Anyway now I finally have time and it is time for me to resume my liveblog for this wonderful and glorious show. Let’s goooooooooooooo. As always, under the cut.

You guys will never believe it. But right as I was about to watch my mom called. So I need to pause before even starting to discuss Pit Babe with my mother who has just finished it.

Okay. I’m not done talking to my mom but my aunt called and my mom needed to take her call. I was just in the middle of my rant which I can finish later. So my liveblog will probably get interrupted again. Which means nothing to you guys reading it except for when it interrupts my commentary. But this way we both get interrupted…I digress. Let me actually start watching now. Also my finger is currently bleeding so I’m not sure how much I’m going to type because of the…ya know…blood. And I’m too lazy to go get a bandaid.

I love how cute this opening song is. It’s perfect. Adorable. Cute even.

Hey bastard. Do not EVER comment on what someone else is eating. Especially a stranger. It’s not okay with friends, it’s not okay with family, it is not okay NOW. Keep your big mouth shut and mind your business.

I fucking love her. I’m sad she drank that beer but I love that she shut him up. He was such an ass.

Awwww they’re comparing how they wrapped their gyoza but they are so sweet about it. No judgement. Just different. I love them.

Awwwwwwwwww she specifically picked up the beer. She put down her chopsticks to pick up the beer. Oh I am unwell about this.

Anyway who is gonna come visit me to have gyoza rice and beer? I like two of those three things but now I feel like I gotta try them all together. And I need someone to do it with me. Any takers? No? No one? Yeah I get it. I’m too far away from y’all aren’t I? (makes note to tell my mom to get certain ingredients for when I’m there for the 4th)

Ope and look at that my mom called back.

I just word vomited all about that Wandee Goodday episode today to her so everyone thoughts and prayers for my mother for having to deal with me and my incessant chatter. If you think I don't shut up on twitter, you will not believe what I'm like irl.

SHE LAUGHED. Did I rewind it just to watch it again? You bet your ass I did. How wonderful.

Good advice. Direct communication. Just ask.

Awwwwww she gave her food when she didn’t even know how much she needed it….I’m really gonna need to learn their names. But I am so, so bad at it. Someone help me actually.

No YOU’RE crying

Alright time for episode 4. I can only do two episodes today alas. But I am loving this show.

Me, about all of the QLs that are currently airing

Yes, yes she is.

I did not have a lot to say during episode 4. I was too busy smiling at my screen. I enjoyed it immensely. These two. I’m….fine. I’m fine. I swear.

[kopivie]

oh boy, a sentimental vent from cinna? again? shut up already! (i will not.)

so, i met my stepfather when i was about four years old.

i absolutely hate referring to him as my stepfather, btw. he's my father, dammit.

the funniest thing to me is the fact that i have a very distinct memory of the time we went to a waterside park when i was young and he taught me how to skip rocks. well, he tried to teach me. i couldn't do it then, and i still can't do it now, but i remember thinking he was so cool. that memory is tucked away inside my head in the safest place. but the funny thing about that memory is that i always swore i had known my dad for at least a year when we went to that park. turns out that wasn't the case – according to my mom, that was actually the very first day i had met him.

i feel like that says a lot about how i saw him from the get-go. i was still my mother's only child at the time, so if her boyfriends didn't get along with me, then she wasn't going to keep them around. apparently i told my mom that we absolutely had to see him again, so she trusted him and... the rest is history. as for my dad, he told me that that was the day he fell in love with me; i was his daughter from that moment forward.

i'm over here getting misty-eyed. i love my dad so much, y'all don't understand. 🥹

anyway! after that day, i'd go over to his apartment and he introduced me to video games! this was ~2005-2006, so the wii wasn't really out yet, but the dreamcast, playstation 2, and xbox already were.

i get my love of video games from my dad. in order to warm me up to being around him in close quarters, he let me play so many games — games that i hold near and dear to my heart to this day. marvel vs. capcom 2 for the dreamcast, jak and daxter for the playstation 2, and a litany of xbox games are the earliest ones i can remember. (specifically jet set radio future, halo 2, prince of persia, and dead or alive 2 for the xbox.)

and then, when the wii came out, he practically gave me full ownership of the console. i wasn't a nintendo kid initially, but i certainly was after 2006. super mario galaxy 1 and 2, mario sports mix, mario super sluggers, mario strikers charged, mario and sonic at the olympic games...

i really like mario games, okay?

god, it was so much fun being a kid. when he introduced me to his other kids, we bonded over video games! his youngest son at the time and i played so much that to this day, we still recall being super competitive and crazy over those old games. cooking mama, the olympic games, sports games (including wii sports), mario kart, fighting games... hell, even little big planet was a competition.

my brother is older than me, but he never mocked me for playing poorly with him. he never judged me, never bragged... of course, losing and/or coming in second all the time didn't exactly feel good, but i never stopped trying to be good at games while my brother was away.

but he had video games too, so... i was never gonna beat him at anything. that doesn't make playing alongside him any less fun.

all in all, video games brought me closer to my dad and my brother. and even now, my younger siblings and i bond over video games; every now and again, my little sister will text me to play splatoon together. because of my experience with competitive splatoon, i used to give her advice on how to improve. i don't play comp anymore (not really), but she's definitely taken some of my advice to heart. i never berate her for messing up nor do i micromanage her play style. we play games together because we love each other, and that's all there is.

why say all this, cinna?

well, nintendo finally decided to release their own music app. it doesn't include songs from every title ever, but the super mario galaxy soundtrack is on there. super mario galaxy was the very first game that i challenged myself to complete in its entirety. the game holds up to this day, so much so that nintendo put the first game on the switch.

literally begging on my knees for them to put super mario galaxy 2 on the switch... and every mario wii game, actually. BEGGING.

the soundtrack is absolutely gorgeous. one thing about nintendo's most iconic games is that they will NEVER miss with the music. (same goes for sega.) so i'm about to do work with the music of my childhood playing in my ears and i'm just... feeling sentimental.

my dad and i had a falling out recently, but after we made up, we became closer than ever. (mind you, the falling out lasted no more than two or three hours. we made up before sundown.) so every time i'm reminded of these older games, i think if my dad and how much of a gamer i turned out to be because of him.

tldr: in the words of that one tiktok audio: i fuckin' love my dad.

[mushiemadarame]

tagged by @khaotunq who expressely did so out of spite. thanks, worstie!

Spell your url with song titles and then tag as many people as there are letters

M - Mr. Tambourine Man by The Helio Sequence (cover) [Yt, S] a song that I found out I share the love for with my mom

U - Under Pressure by Queen and David Bowie [Yt, S] just one of the best ever

S - Shut Up by Mindme [Yt, S] from Only Friends, a little gem that whoever picked for the soundtrack deserves unbelievable praise for. the placement is justttt

H - Home by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros [Yt, S] this one makes me nostalgic for friends I've lost contact with

I - If We Were Vampires by Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit [Yt, S] I can barely listen to this one on the best of days

E - Enemy by Imagine Dragons [Yt, S] it just goes hard. I don't care what anybody says about Imagine Dragons, I love their music

M - Major Tom (Coming Home) by Peter Schilling [Yt, S] first came to know it through the newest IT movies fandom

A - At Last by Etta James [Yt, S] an old classic that makes me yearn

D - Dear God by XTC [Yt, S] this was literally in the IT movies, it's so good

A - Au Revoir by OneRepublic [Yt, S] a band that I had the extreme luck to see live and one of my favourite concerts ever even though I was in severe pain at the time

R - Rapide by Mahmood [Yt, S] gotta remember where you come from hehe

A - Almost (Sweet Music) by Hozier [Yt, S] I don't listen to Hozier as often as the average tumblr user but this is one of my favourites by him

M - Mystery of Love by Sufjan Stevens [Yt, S] it makes me extremely sad and deals a huge amount of damage to all my friends anytime I play it out loud

E - Eet by Regina Spektor [Yt, S] just. her voice, her songs. also it makes me think of a dear friend whom I wish I could talk to more

I tag: everyone who sees this. Seriously, if you see this, do it and tag me!!!

[bittersweetstargazer]

and all the heights that I could reach

fandom: trials of apollo

characters: Apollo, Meg, Will, Nico, Kayla, Austin, mentioned Cabin 7 members in the background

words: 1.2k, unbetaed

Meg was staring at me. Normally, this would be off-putting, but considering who was performing said task, I didn't think it was of much concern. I was more interested in talking to Cabin 7, my precious children who I hadn't seen or talked to in months. And they were worried for my too, bless their hearts.

I couldn't ever fool myself into believing that Meg had even the slightest amount of intrigue when faced with Austin's music playing abilities or Kayla's improvement in archery, but maybe the wonders of being paired with a (former) god had caught up to her.

Or she was just being obnoxious.

I couldn't say that I knew Meg very well (we had, after all, only met when I was mugged by some annoying mortals) but from what I had seen so far, staring seemed exactly like something she would do.

After a few long minutes of this cruel and unusual behavior, I simply could not ignore it any longer. It was bothering me more than it should have. I was a (former) god, after all, why would I be worried about mortals staring at me? Wouldn't it be a sign of my apparent ugliness radiant glory? I didn't think I'd want to know what Meg was thinking in that moment.

Unfortunately, or maybe it was fortunate, I was informed against my will.

(And didn't that remind me of my beautiful son, Will?)

"Hey, Lester." Meg said, although 'said' was simply a calmer version of 'butting in mid-conversation'.

"Yes, dear Meg?" I replied, not entirely upset or surprised to see a scowl form on her face.

"Don't call me that." She ordered. "Why'd you tell me that you trained Perry? Isn't-"

"Percy." I reminded her.

"Shut up." My mouth was (figuratively) glued shut. "Isn't this the place that teaches demigods to swing swords 'n stuff? Why is the other goddy guy here instead of you?"

I watched her expectantly, waiting for the moment she realized that I had to be quiet in response to her orders.

"Well?" She demanded.

"Er, Meg, he can't speak." Will spoke up, defending me against my captor (and isn't he such a sweetheart?).

"Shut up," She stuck her tongue out at Will, who huffed and continued eating his breakfast. Meg turned back to me.

"Talk." She ordered, and I had no choice but to speak. However, I would've spoken whether or not she had ordered me to be silent, so it was a win-win for me.

"Well, it was I who originally trained Chiron, a few thousand years back. I taught him-"

"Wait, wait, wait." Nico held his hand up. I raised an eyebrow as he continued speaking. "You taught Chiron? I figured he managed to learn all those skills himself or something."

"No, Nico di Angelo, I was Chiron's teacher. I taught him all the important skills a demigod should know. Archery, healing, and how to use swords and other blades that would come in handy in a fight. When I was certain he had learned all I could teach him, I led many mortal heroes to him so he could pass on the knowledge I lent him. Essentially, I started Camp Half-Blood." I told them.

My children + Nico and Meg looked stunned at this information.

"The more you know." Austin said, staring at me with wide eyes.

"Indeed, dear Austin! I was also first person to think of Satyrs finding Demigods. I knew that there'd be too many in the future and they'd find themselves in danger too often to be able to find their way to the Camp. So, I sent a group of satyrs and led them to Chiron. I was also the god who created the magical border that protects you mortals from the outside world." I informed them, seeing the beginning of smiles forming amongst my children, especially thr ones who were silently listening. Surprisingly, Will had a small frown on his face. It seemed almost impossible, as I was incredibly talented at telling stories! Maybe I should've put it in song? It would be a bit difficult as my godly abilities in song-writing have greatly decreased, but maybe-

"Well, shouldn't you be the patron God? Why does Zeus control Camp Half-Blood?" Will asked me. I raised my eyebrows, as I was not expecting this question. To this, I silently cursed Zeus for taking away my prophetic abilities.

"Well, dear Will, Dionysus' punishment certainly put a halt to things. I was already partially prevented from visiting Demigods due to Zeus' law-" I rolled my eyes at this. "- but Dionysus' presence at the camp meant I wasn't needed too often and couldn't spent as much time there as I used too. The final event was when Thalia sacrificed her life and was turned into a tree by Zeus. Since it was technically her, now, who protected the Camp, I had no more jurisdiction here anymore. Zeus was 100% in control." I finished.

The table was silent for a few seconds. I figured that they were holding back applause or sobs, but the apprehensive look on their faces baffled me. I mean, the story was perfectly clear, and Meg hadn't even interrupted me! Although, that might very been because she started gorging herself on food when I started talking. She stopped, however, and turned to me, food covering her mouth in a way that made me want to sanitize my face.

"Er, Meg, you have a little-" I gestured in the general direction of her face. "Yeah."

"I don't care." She declared. "Why did Zeus kick you out?" She squinted at him. "Maybe you deserved it."

"Names are very powerful, Meg. It would do you wise to remember that the next time you throw out a God's name casually." I warned her. "But, personally, I think it was his paranoia. I have very many domains, as you know, such as music, poetry, prophecy, the sun, youth, shepherds, cowards, healing, plagues, archery, and others. I was obviously a very powerful god, almost as powerful, if not more powerful, than Zeu- than my father." I took a sip of my drink. "After the time me and a few other gods attempted to overthrow him, he was extremely cautious of me. Unfortunately, these past few years I've lost a lot of power, and some of the gods have been weaker, as not many people worship us recently. It also kind of ties in to what happened with Gaea."

"Gaea?" Kayla asked, speaking up for the first time in a while. "How does this tie in with Gaea?"

"Octavian." I admitted, ashamed of what I had tried to do.

"That conniving son of a-"

"Language." I rebuked, looking at Will disapprovingly.

"What did you do with Octavian?"

"I figured if the Romans worshipped me more, I would gain more power. I've realized my mistake since then, but I do still think that turning me mortal was an unfair punishment, and that blaming me for Gaea rising was completely idiotic!"

Thunder rumbled in the background. I paled slightly, muttering an apology under my breath.

"I still try to help Demigods, but there's not much that I can do now." I shoveled food into my mouth, an excellent imitation of Meg, in order to avoid answering questions my children might ask of me.

Thankfully, they all exchanged glances and left me to my food, striking up a conversation within each other and avoiding the topic that clearly had many of them, if not all of them, riled up with righteous anger in my honor. I teared up slightly, the love for my children bubbling up my chest.

I wouldn't trade them for the world.

[maitaiwiththecorpses]

Don't Let Go

ahahahhahahahahahahahahhaha @the-princess-fangirl and @loife1m thanks for the one shot prompt

After the final battle, after discussions and reunions and funerals.

It finally sank in.

The nightmares, the trauma, a PTSD of sorts.

Anxiety.

He wasn't sleeping anymore. At first, Aiden just wasn't tired. Nidra had him nice and rested for a good two weeks.

But then, Nidra kept him awake.

What he saw when he had escaped the land of the waking-

It was beyond anything he wanted to relive.

If Aiden went back to sleep, would he ever wake up?

It started to wear on him, the sleeplessness, the sweaty anxiety of even getting close to his bed, his brain screaming for an out.

It went on like this for a month before one day, he snapped at Aru.

"Gods, Shah, do you have to be so extra all the time?" He spat out.

Aru whipped her head at him, a 'how dare you' look crossing her face. "Aiden Acharya, I'm going to give you one chance to rethink that sentence before I walk out of here." Immediately, his heart rate spiked, seeing stars in his vision and his throat closing up. She's gonna leave you-

"No, please," he said hurriedly, sounding strangled. "Don't leave- I'm so sorry, I-" He took a giant shuddering breath. Here we go again, his brain sang, a mocking song to bolster his anxiety further.

Aru was by his side in seconds, dropping all anger and taking hold of his shoulders. "Wifey? What's going on? Hey, no-" she wiped his face- it was wet- he'd started crying- oh dear- and she searched his eyes, worry clear in her frown. "Can I hug you?" She asked. Aru was trying to make it very clear- in his state of distress, he was in control- nothing would happen without his consent. Aiden nodded in response, feeling Aru wrap her arms around his waist and letting his head bury into her shoulder.

They didn't talk for what felt forever, and the silence, the contact, it calmed him down. She was not leaving, he could feel the sentiment in every stubborn fiber of her being.

"Sorry." He said abruptly, pulling his head up. "For yelling at you. I didn't mean to- I'm just really tired."

Aru nodded solemnly. "Exhaustion makes us act badly. Thank you for apologizing. However, I'm more worried about the fact that you're so tired." And ready to have a mental breakdown at any moment, Aiden thought. She didn't say it, but it was there, in the air, unspoken.

"I haven't been sleeping since Nidra," he said numbly. "And not cause of the saved up sleep I had- that's gone now. I'm just." His hands shook and he shut his eyes tightly. "I never want to feel like I won't wake up again." He exhaled, reaching for hands and giving them a squeeze. "I'm scared, Shah."

Aru said nothing for a moment, then, "I didn't sleep for weeks after the Sleeper took me." Aiden looked at her quizzically. "My brain kept telling me, 'if you go to sleep, you leave yourself vulnerable.' And I believed that for a long time." Aru smiled sadly, thinking back to those tremulous times. "I mean, I got over it. Eventually. But it was so rough- and definitely not as bad as what you're going through right now. Because if that was bad, then this is definitely worse, because, Aiden, you died." She looked him directly in the eye, her own looking glassy. "Nidra took you."

"Yeah," he whispered. Sometimes, he couldn't believe it himself.

"I needed someone. And I promised myself in the unlikely event that something similar happened to me or someone else, that I would get help." She squeezed his hands now, comforting and warm. "I can help you, definitely, but maybe you should go see an Otherworld therapist?" When he hesitated to respond, she quickly added, "not that you have to decided right now- it's just an option."

"Ok," he said, curling into her. Aru placed the laptop and notebooks on the ground, making more room on the bed as he closed his eyes. "I'll think about it."

"Alright," she said, leaning into him.

Before he fell into the first of many more hard-fought peaceful sleeps, his brain pleaded,

Don't let go.

To which a small, hopeful flame in him responded,

She won't.

[crystalgemgirl]

Danny Phantom/Amazing Digital Circus Incorrect Quotes

(note: these will be LONG, because every line is the good. Obligatory "I don't own anything, but my Sona" message. For the full episode, go watch it on YouTube, it's from Glitch Productions)

Technus: Welcome to the Amazing Digital Circus! My name is Technus! I'm your ringmaster, and I'm here to show you the most jaw-dropping, heart stopping, mind-bending paraphernalia you've ever laid your eyes upon! Isn't that right, Box Ghost?

Box Ghost: That's right, Technus! I can't wait to see what you've got cooking up for today!

Technus: Well, let's not waste any time! Let's get right into the show!

Theme Song: 🎵 *a geeky dark skinned boy holding a PDA* Tucker and *a goth girl with her arms crossed like she doesn't want to be there* Sam and *a large male with black and white hair hides in a pillow fort* Jack too *a young couple, a dark haired boy with ice blue eyes stands near a girl with long blond hair and sky blue eye behind glasses, the boy looks awkward while the girl gives a friendly wave* Danny, Diana, and *a male biker with pale skin, green eyes, and stubble on chin* Johnny 13 and *a cardboard cutout of a clown-looking ringmaster* Freakshow . *Disclaimer: Freakshow did not show up today.* Day after day after- *glitch* day after- *glitch* day after day we fly. Past the moon and the sun and we don't know why!🎵

A new character, a girl a few years older than Danny and Diana with long ginger hair, suddenly poofs in.

Jazz: W-w-wait? Huh, where am-?

Freaked out by all the zaniness going on around her, she tries to reach for an exit door, only for the door to vanish into thin air. She falls back as she avoids getting squished by a potted flower which gets stuck halfway through the ground. While backing up, she bumps into Johnny 13, who bumps into Jack, who bumps into Tucker, making him fall and drop his PDA, breaking it. Everyone looks at the newcomer.

Johnny 13: Technus, is this one of your NPCs or is this a new sucker? 'Cause if it's a new character, we're gonna have to redo this whole theme song~!

Sam: I'm not doing that again.

Technus: My my, it appears a new human has entered this realm!

Jazz: *Trying to take her headset off* How do I... take this... headset off!?

Johnny 13: Just keep grabbing at it. That worked for all of us.

She tries, but almost pulls her eye out. She lets go, and her head snaps back into shape.

Jazz: ...What's going on? I-I-I put on some weird headset and now I'm here? Who are you people? Why can't I take it off? Where am I?!

Danny: Let's just try to calm down. *he and his girlfriend walk over to the shivering girl* Everything's gonna be okay, new stuff.

Diana: We've all been through this. You just need to get your head to-

Jazz: What the *a black censor bar covers her mouth and the word is covered up with a boing sound* is going on?! *She realizes her curse word got censored*...What-?

Technus: *wagging his finger at her* Now, now, now, my dear, we can't have any of that foul language around here. The Amazing Digital Circus is a place to be enjoyed by all ages. You, my friend, stumbled into an incredible world of wonders where anything can happen! E-except for swearing.

And lo and behold, no matter how much profanity she blurts out, they just get replaced by wacky sound effects.

Jazz: ...Oh my God. Well, h-how do I, you know, leave?

Technus: *holds his finger up like he's going to answer, but can't think of a response, so he freezes* Uh-

Diana: *exchanges looks with Danny* W-Well, don't freak out about it or anything, but, uh, we don't exactly...

Johnny 13: *Bluntly* You can't.

Jazz: *turning to him* What?

Sam: *glaring at him* Shut up, Johnny. *Turns a kinder gaze to Jazz* But yeah, he's right. Welcome to your new home.

Jazz: "New home"? What do you mean?

Diana: *she and Danny look annoyed* Guys, don't be mean.

Johnny 13: We've been stuck here for years.

[imchronicallydepressed]

☆This is still a work in progress, but this is mostly what the first part will be. I will most likely post this on Archive of our Own at some point, just cause some people might prefer to read it on there.

☆I absolutely adore feedback, so please let me know if I can use some work on certain spots or even if it's just to tell me you enjoy it.

☆Double spacing exists solely cause I felt it looked better, I may take it away. Idk

☆ENJOY, PLEASE

Metal Institute

Pt.1

♠︎♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♠︎

You're not good enough

You'll never be good enough

Everything you do only leads to disappointment

Your family hates you

Your mother

Your sister

Even Your father

They all hate you

"Shut up."

You're a mistake and that's all you'll ever be in this life

"You're wrong."

Why do you think they put you in here then? Do you think this is some camp? Get to play around outside all day then go sleep in a tent? Tell stories around the campfire while indulging in sweets?

You're living in a fucken fantasy, Glam.

A laugh. "My name isn't Glam. It's Sebastion and You're nothing but a voice in my head, schizophrenia as the doctors call it. Father put me in here to make me better and that's exactly what the doctors are doing." A smile crossed his lips.

Blasphemy and you know it. We both know it. I'm your conscience and you need to accept that cause guess what, You're stuck with me.

You hate the name Sebastion and you hate playing the Violin. You love rock music and your best friend was a guy you met by the dumpster, remember that?

"I don't know what you're talking about. Father never allowed me to have friends and I would never make friends with someone near the dumpster no less."

How about your favorite song, huh? What about Twisted Sister?

"That music is unholy, shouldn't even be legal. It's rubbish. Bach and Vivaldi are-"

Bach and Vivaldi are the real rubbish. You hate that shit. That's all you were forced to listen to, forced to play.

The father you claim to love you beat you with a ruler. Remember that?! Remember how he made you bleed?! All because you were off by an eighth of a pitch!

"Stop it. You're lying."

These doctors that you claim are helping you are doing the fucken opposite! They're brainwashing you into staying under your father's thumb!

You should've ran, should've went back to your friend, but instead you stayed and look what happened! He beat you and now your in a mental asylum! All because you didn't want the type of life he was making you have!

"S-Shut up!" His hands went to his face, covering his eyes as tears slowly began to trickle down. It wasn't true, was it? His father wouldn't lock him away just cause he... wanted a different life, right?

Look at yourself! Look at your wrists! Look at the scars your father inflicfed upon you! Look at the marks from the binds that held you down while the doctors performed their sick experiments on you! What about your ankles? Tied so damn tight that it nearly cut off blood flow, all so you couldn't escape!

Look at those wounds covering your body and tell me that I'm not speaking the truth.

He moved his hands down from his face, leaning over to the dim moonlight that shown in through the plexiglass window. Tears rolled off his cheeks now, one after another as he examined his wrists, the scars that will forever remain due to his dear father.

Look at them, Glam.

Tell me, does this look like something a loving father would allow? Would a loving father allow such experiments to be had on his one and only son? Would a loving father beat their son?

He placed his hands over his mouth, trying to muffle the soft sobs that followed his tears. He'd been so far gone with all the 'treatments' that he blantly accepted them. He blantly accepted being strapped to a cold metal table, allowing the doctors to inject God knows what into his veins.

The food he ate, the beverages he'd recieved... who knows what was in them, what sort of shit he was being slipped. Not to mention the effects he'd been feeling. The nausea, the headaches, the fuzzy memories, and now he was hearing voices...

You finally get it, don't you?

Your father doesn't love you. You will forever be a disappointment in his eyes and you will forever be in your sisters shadow.

"L-Leave Lydia out of this... she doesn't deserve to be... placed on the same platform like father." He spoke again, dragging his hands down his face and pulling his legs up.

As much as he despised being constantly compared to the likeness of his sister, she'd never once laid a hand on him. She'd actually used to be the one to bandage him up when they were younger, while their mother hid in the shadows, too scared to stand up for her children.

Tell me, Sebastion... what sort of platform does your loving father deserve to be put on? What sort of outcome does he deserve in all this?

"Outcome? He won't get to receive the deserved outcome. In the end, I'm stuck in here and... those doctors will continue to try and... 'fix me'."

Oh, don't you worry about that. He will get his fill of Karma. Don't frazzle your pretty mind with such worry. Besides, you have me! I will get you out of here.

"How will you help me escape? You're nothing but my own conscience. Besides, the guards in this place are armed."

You needn't worry. All in due time. Why don't we look at the future, though? Why don't we look at what will come to your father?

So tell me, when we do escape, and we will by any means necessary, what end does your father deserve?

He began to laugh, his eyes seeming to fill the dark room with vivid thoughts. Then his laughing grew. It became louder and louder, more maniacal. The things he was seeing, the actions he was performing... Violent actions. The same actions he had once written down, the same actions his father had confronted him about upon finding his journal.

He still felt like such an idiot for that mistake. If he just... double checked, and made sure that the 'line of defense' wasn't at a risk of being found out about. None of this would have happened. He might still be stuck at home, sure, but he'd have his best friend. He'd have access to his records. He'd have access to THE record.

"I'll tell you what he deserves! I'll tell you what end I want to grant him!" He stood, going to the window and placing his hands firmly upon it, glancing up at the moon.

"I want to see his blood spill. I want to beat him with that fucken ruler until he's begging for mercy. Maybe even a baseball bat!" He turned, facing the darkness of the room, more laughing emitting from his mouth. Now he really did sound like he belonged in such a place.

"I want him to suffer and bleed, the same way I had to. I want to see that bastard cry and beg for forgiveness!" He could only continue to laugh as he fell to his knees, the vision growing more and more realistic by the second.

Glam ran his fingers through the tangled mess of hair, looking up at the ceiling for a moment with more maniacal laughter.

"Maybe I'll make him play the Violin. Then I can stand there and criticize every bar and note he plays! Slap his wrists until blood it dripping to the floor!"

Good! Good! You're getting the hang of it! That's the spirit! You're spine is tingling with the excitement, the anticipation!

So remind me, what's your name again?

"Glam! My name is Glam..." He spoke calmly now, placing his hands on the ground in front of him.

Right, you're finally getting it. What else do you know?

"I-I have a best friend... what was his name again?" He glanced around the moon lit room for a moment before scratching his head, fingers getting tangled in the matted mess of hair.

You know this answer, Glam. Don't expect me to help you with such stupid questions.

"I-I don't remember..."

You need to remember him! Don't let your memory start fading away, now think harder. What was his fucken name?!

He held his head in his hands for a moment, more tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He couldn't remember him, no matter how hard he tried. He couldn't remember his name, why he was called that...

Just... who he was physically. What he looked like, how he had helped Glam through the bullshit. The messy brown hair, the disgusting green jacket, that annoying voice and those horrid yellow teeth.

"C-Chive..." He finally mumbled to himself after a moment. That was his name, right? He knew it at least started with a C.

Good boy, Glam. You're making progress. Do not forget Chive. Don't forget what he looked like or what he did for you. If you forget him, then that might as well be the end.

Glam put his face in his hands again. Don't forget? How was he supposed to manage that when he was being tortured and experimented on day in and day out. Hell, he barely remembered the last this he ate.

The fact of the matter was that without his friend, he'd never discover the beauty of rock music. The beauty outside of that fucken prison of a house. Sure, he had to deal with some... painful repercussions, but it was so worth it. Getting to play in front of a crowd, especially play music he was actually proud of? It was the best feeling in the world to him.

"He probably thinks I abandoned him..." He gripped his hands into fists. "M-my one and only friend... thinks I abandoned him..."

Who would ever know what became of Glam outside of his family. -He was sent away to a special music school, one that didn't allow such... worthless talent to blindly be accepted- That was probably along the lines of what he'd say to the school anyways. Chive would never step foot near his front door, so it's not like he'd come knocking.

Stop worrying. We'll get out of here in no time. Soon enough you'll be back at his side and the two of you will be playing again before you know it. You'll even have your favorite record back.

Remember that song Glam? It's your favorite.

He began to chuckle softly, tears still rolling down his cheeks. "We're not gonna take it..." He started singing, the vocals raspy and sloppy.

No! We ain't gonna take it!

"We're not gonna take it anymore..." He pulled his knees back to his chest, tears continuing to flow as his off key singing kept up, his voice seeming to echo in the emptiness that was his confinement cell.

That song. It'd got him to discover life outside of classical bullshit. Now it was gonna be the song to help him escape this hell. No matter the cost.

[david-goldrock]

Umberla boy

[Verse 1]

I had with me one kid in elementary school Who I remember better than everyone else Not because he was the prettiest Not because he was the smartest In the winter he used to wear short shirts In the summer- coats and umbrelas What do you have? What are you annoying for? Why doing shit for the sake of it? His glasses he glued with cellotape After they got them broken over the break And his pencilcase always remained empty Since it emptied to the toilet And however much they laughed at him - he laughed with them Look at this stupid ass, what an idiot And because nobody agreed to sit next to him, Didn't wanna see him Then the teacher said "There's no choice, we'll sit him with the weird girl" That which people don't want That which people don't see That who no one plays with

[Verse 2]

And such they sat together at the classroom's end A girl with cuckoo hair, an umbrella boy Nice to meet you my name is Omer Nice to meet you my name is Atarah Outside the children run Shout at each other - balls fly Inside it's only me and Omer And Omer he says that it's not so bad

And Omer draws me drawings Does faces to me Solves me homework And when I cry, want to throw in the towel Omer hugs me

But by the gate waiting for him are two boys Shove him a leg, he falls on the face I wish that you'd disappear - they say And he shuts up, holding strong inside

And only when they walk away Omer stands up Shakes his clothes Puts on his glasses And the tears stream on him From sadness and shame And it gets a bit wet for him So he opens and umbrella

And he whispers to god "If you exist Do me some miracle And take me from here" And he was heard Umbrella boy Because the day after He didn't show up in class

[Easy] (This was released after the original)

Dad is a busy man he didn't hear the rumors My mother finally saw the tears The door opened, she sat on the bed And that way without saying a word she imagined the horrors

The children, the hits, the broken glasses The shame that she felt was not difficult to see She began to cry as well, she told me she is sorry "Mom stop it already who are you calling?"

It's dad And he was angry he didn't know For the first time came home early from work Stand up Omer, come, pack your things Because here we do not return

Since then, I didn't return to that school Thank god it happened Away from there a thousand kilometers But since then I still pray on Atarah

Since then, I don't bottle up things anymore So thank you dear mother Because the more I remember the scars of the past I understand that it could have been much worse

Shortly The years have passed, with them the worry passed too Dad and I are in Krav Maga practices Hard to get but stronger than the pain And someone dare to get close

Ever since that period I unload all the pain on the page I write 'till the brain burns 'Till the emotion is flooded Fuck what a crazy world Thinking of all the children who were dealt a bad card

Of the childhood distresses, the anxiety and the loneliness Of the weird and the different who didn't get the opportunity Of my prayers to die, Of the option to get over it And to become somebody else!

I learned that at the end everything's history That you shouldn't care about what others think That if they open the mouth at me I don't swallow the tongue anymore I slowly learned to deal with violence And to turn the distress to art

Now I am in a relationship And working on the album Thinking of the road that had brought me here Hearing a song on the radio that throws me to the same place And letting my tears stream

Your hand is on me and the look is filled with warmth And you ask me what happened I explain to you that suddenly I realized That weird girl who was with me in class At the end she also fulfilled the dream

[Atarah] (back to the original)

I had with me one kid in elementary school Who I remember better than everyone else Not because he was the prettiest Not because he was the smartest