#i never really went to panic that much so idk the details as much as other people might? but this is all well documented

[mvltisstuff]

Evan Buckley & female reader - a fic where instead of the firetruck crushing buck’s leg, it crushes the reader’s leg instead and the reader is in the firetruck when it explodes and Buck & reader have been engaged for 2 years. Buck is worried and scared and panics when he sees the reader underneath the truck. He helps her through the physical therapy of getting back her leg strength and helps her through how she is told she may not be able to be a firefighter again.

lots of angst, heartbreak, sadness, anger, fluff too 💙

love ur 911 fics so much ❤️‍🩹

are you with me - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

a/n: i’m so happy you guys like my fics, i have plenty coming your way soon 🩶 btw this started off pretty strong and idk what happened toward the end w the quality

it’s never realized how much calamity one person can cause in such a large city. people get in their cars to go to work, they order a package, they stop at the store, and the last thing they expect is an explosion right at their feet.

over three million people in los angeles, and one forced 30 tons of weight onto y/n’s leg. it was just work. something she does every single day. of course, nothing in life ever remains the same, but this is really something you can never expect. you watch it in movies, or you hear about it in the news, only until it happens to you.

she knew the bones in her leg were crushed upon the impact, the engine thrown on its side. buck watched from a distance, being held back by the police. he would do anything for her. he wanted to tear this kid to shreds. he saw y/n’s broken leg under the truck and her head weakly lifting up. he could almost hear the pained gasps and whimpers from her lips. y/n, on the other hand, felt like she was in the center of the ring, the joke of this kid.

all the bystanders watched the scene unfold, the boy trying to summon the captain of the 118. it felt unreal. the noise and the truck shaking the ground they walked on.

buck thought he hallucinated the sparkling ring on y/n’s hand, somehow managing to remind him of the fight he was about to do. he vividly remembers the day he got down on his knee, bargaining the rest of his life to her and crying when she said yes. the whole team had been there, watching from a distance as her hand covered her mouth and lifted him from the floor. their wedding was being planned, every last detail needing to be perfect for the couple.

most people’s instinct would be to run away, but buck wanted to run toward the chaos. if y/n was there, so was he. his life mission has been to keep her safe, and knowing someone went out of his way to hurt her makes him go crazy. the exact moment that freddie was taken down with his overcomplicated vest, buck found himself running to her. he instantly fell onto his knees, seeing the ash and tears on her face close up.

she wished she couldn’t feel it, but she felt every part of it. she didn’t know anything. was her leg even connected to her anymore? buck moved himself closer to her so she could hear him over the murmuring of watchers.

“hey! hey, y/n,” he starts.

“it h-hurts so bad,” she whines, making him grimace himself.

“son of a bitch, ok. we’re gonna get you out of there, yeah?”

“please,” she begs, almost inaudible. buck stands up, calling for anyone he can to lift the truck off her, which was almost impossible with a few people around. hen was on the ground, connecting machines to y/n’s harmed figure.

“hang in there, y/n/n,” she says softly. “we’ve got you.”

despite his entire body weight being used to lift the ladder engine, it didn’t budge once. the only thing it did was echo the raw screams from y/n, poisoning bucks ears making his heart speed up. the adrenaline pumping through his system was making him think he could do it.

“do you have anything on the truck we can use for leverage?” eddie asks to a panicked bobby, trying to save one of his workers and best friends.

“it’s too heavy, it wouldn’t work,” bobby says as a light goes off in bucks head.

“more people,” he mumbles. “we need more people! hey! all of you, get over here and lift this!” he shouts at the mob of people observing the accident. not hesitating, the civilians sprint over and grab onto any part of the truck that they can.

y/n was in grievous pain, dreading the agony that would come when they finally lifted it. she was right, it was tormenting, releasing shrieks she didn’t know she had. before she could rethink everything, she was tugged from under and flipped onto her back. buck couldn’t peel his gaze away from the blood that has completely stained her pant leg and the parts of her leg that should be inside of it. complete shock and fear took over his body, but not enough to stand there with her the whole time. he watched chimney and hen bandage up her leg and move her into the ambulance, where buck sat next to her. hen was in the back with him, chim being the designated driver. unfortunately, y/n had been awake for the entire experience. from the second the engine flipped, to the second she was lifted into the ambulance. as much buck was grateful that she was awake, he almost wanted her to pass out. she wouldn’t have to endure this much pain, despite the morphine kicking in.

y/n’s hand twitched in bucks, “buck?” she grumbles out.

“y/n,” he makes note of her panicked state. “i’m here, you’re ok. i’m not going anywhere, honey.”

“someone should tell the city that we need a n-new truck,” buck laughs at her mind and how it works before running a hand through her hair.

“you don’t have to worry about that,” says buck. “you have no idea how relieved i am that you’re ok.”

“we’re getting married soon,” she realizes. “shit, we were supposed to get married soon-“

“shh, it’s all gonna work out, ok?” buck reassures. “i’d marry you no matter what, broken leg or not.”

“promise?”

“i promise.”

the hours sitting in the waiting room were grueling. maddie had left to be with buck, watching the entire scene go down on the news. even her heart ached, watching someone she already considers family have to face something like this. the whole team was anxiously waiting for the surgeon to come out and say she’d be ok. she held them together like a true family, being the most stable relationship they had. she was the part of the station that made their bond unbreakable. watching her vulnerable condition under that truck was almost intolerable. the time that she wasn’t in work felt like a missing puzzle piece.

weeks had passed since the bombings of LA, and buck had been there every single day. in sickness and in health, he hasn’t said the words out loud, but he swore to that since the day he met her. he knows that she would do the same exact thing for him, and he would spend every single day helping her.

y/n felt completely isolated in their small apartment, barely being able to leave the first floor. she craved work, she desperately awaited the day that she could return, but the injury in her leg hadn’t resolved. no matter how many times she tried to convince herself, she didn’t know if she’d ever be a firefighter again. at some point, she almost envied her fiancé for being able to go to work. he felt so bad for her, just wanting to give her her life back. the weekly doctors appointments were draining her of almost everything she had, every single one proving nothing. nothing that meant anything. the situation was completely out of anyone’s control, and she had consumed so much anger about it. anger at the doctors, the therapists, the kid, the 118, everyone around her.

buck was forced to sit back and watch, to act as a shoulder to cry on. he was the third crutch, the person she leaned on when she couldn’t stand on her own. there was no way in hell she could’ve done it alone. buck was the one to drive her to every appointment and helped carry some of the burden.

at the end of the day, there were two things that scared y/n the most. losing buck and losing her job. the two things that got her out of bed and the two things that gave her a true meaning. as time passed and every request to be back at work was denied, she swore her heart hurt more than her leg.

“y/n?” buck called out after arriving back home. she had been on the couch, watching another drama series about firefighters. “hi, how are you doing?” he asked when spotting her in the living room. she didn’t respond, just looked at the television with the volume low. he went and sat next to her.

“what’s wrong? did something happen?”

her eyes had already been bothered from tears of anger and frustration, and he could clearly see that with his own. “they called again.”

“wasn’t the answer you wanted?”

“i have been pushing myself every day for approval, and i have not gotten anything for it,” she says, dryly. “i have been killing myself to go back to what i love and why am i not getting anything?” her voice cracks.

“listen,” he tries to distract her from her own negativity and forces her to look at him. “i know you’ve heard this a million times, but you have to let yourself take the time to heal. if you go back too soon, you’re going to make it worse.”

her nose scrunches at bucks words, causing her to sniffle as he continues. “i know, it sucks, and i am so, so sorry. it’s just that none of us want to see you do more harm than good. we need you back as a firefighter, but i need you back to normal first. you’re worth so much more than this, and this injury is not going to take you out, we all know it.”

y/n opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out besides the small beginning of a word. she knows he’s right, but having to come to terms with that is the hardest part of it all. she begins to cry lightly again, her face in her hands as she leans forward. buck slides over, wrapping his arms around his distressed fiancé.

y/n took bucks advice, and now, she stands in the entrance of the firehouse. she walks in to see her uniform waiting for her in her cabinet, her gear untouched, and it feels like she was here yesterday. she feels at home here. buck follows her in, grabbing her hand and they restart the rest of their lives.

[dervampireprince]

Hii Prince!

I wanted to ask why you started to post asmr roleplay audios, idk if you explained it in old post or on twitch lives, in that case I'm sorry to bother with the same question .

I really appreciate your work and it really helps me throughout hard times (especially this period)so thank you so so so much.

i have been asked this a lot on various places, though the only post about it i can find in my faq tag doesn't go into much detail and is years old so buckle up because this got long and i'm sorry if you wanted a shorter answer. i'm going to actually tag creators that inspired me and i'm sorry if that's annoying to those creators, but i want to be able to shout them out and link them in the hope that you guys go and check out their audios! they're really talented and really deserve the support!

when i was a teen i didn't really have any friends and i was mentally ill and didn't have anyone to turn too. i fixated on fictional characters for comfort, and the main one was loki from marvel. i can't remember how i came across @tomhiddlestonsoundalike but i did and honestly his audios really helped me a lot. not only did a crazy accurate impression of tom hiddleston's loki, but he had comfort audios for crying and panic attacks that i would listen to probably hundreds of times. i didn't know what asmr was and i never went searching to see if anyone did anything similar at that time, but these audios will always mean so much to me and while the creator of that blog went on to make audios on youtube and reddit, he hasn't been active in years on any of his accounts but i will always be so grateful for him providing me with a little light in the darkness.

cut to me being an adult at university and struggling once again with my mental health and sleeping and somehow youtube starts recommending me asmr. i get into sound effect tapping ones at first, and then find roleplays, and then find audio only roleplays of people doing impressions of different characters.

around the same time on tumblr i discovered @kinkradio and really enjoyed his guzma audios, and soon i was listening to every audio he put out regardless of if i was familiar with the fandom. he started voicing more characters that i already liked from marvel and the arcana and i found a new place of comfort, as well as discovering nsfw fandom audios for the first time. i still hadn't figured out i was trans yet, but these were the first audios i felt comfortable listening too and surprise it's because they're gender neutral and all the audios from other creators i'd listened too before were aimed at female listeners. being able to imagine myself as whatever when listening to k's audios was really helpful and comforting as i figured myself out and i still love listening to his audios now (and sidenote it's always a comfort after coming out as trans to find that creators who's work you love are supportive of trans people). k is still making audios and posts here as well as youtube and has a patreon with exclusive audios (as someone who's been a patreon member of his on and off over the years i can say it's well worth supporting, you won't be disappointed by the bonus audios on there) and i'd so recommend his works. honestly he's probably my biggest inspiration in voice acting, both from his acting and accents, and from his care he takes when approaching comfort audios.

another big inspiration of mine that i discovered around this time is @darkandtwistedasmr who unlike everyone else i'd been listening to so far, doesn't focus on voicing fandom characters but his own original characters. i adore so many of them (if i had to pick favourites i really love jaspar (for someone usually uncomfortable with alcohol boy i sure have been relistening to jaspar's audio every night for the last few days again /lh), prim, blue, soleil, the rainbow serpent, alden, seki, the shepard, currently still crying over the fallen angel and merman from this years halloweek... okay so i struggled limiting my favourites to a few and i'm sure i've missed some out). anyway, that's the first time i'd gotten invested in characters through just hearing their voices, and of course the art of all the talented artists, and it really made me realise how asmr and audios can be used to tell stories as much as any other medium. when i'm really struggling to calm down enough to be able to sleep, i often turn to twisted's audios. he's able to make each character distinct and unique, even if he's using the same accent they always sound like separate characters and i'm always so drawn into their stories. and the character designs are always so beautiful and it really inspires me to designs more of my own original characters. again twisted posts here and youtube and also has a patreon with sfw and nsfw audios and again as someone who's been in the patreon it's well worth it.

by this point i'd listened to a few other different voice actors on youtube who primarily made anime character audios and was always a little disappointed as i didn't watch much anime anymore and wanted to see characters from fandoms i enjoyed. i thought hey if others can do it, and i already like writing fanfic... maybe i could write scripts? and try and voice them? i bought my first microphone in 2018 with the intention of recording asmrs, i even wrote scripts for napstblook from undertale, sidon from legend of zelda, rouxls from deltarune and venom from marvel. i even recorded the napstablook one and made a youtube channel to put asmr on... but i never posted it. i was too scared. i hated the sound of my voice and didn't know why (spoilers, it was gender dysphoria). and so i just tucked the idea of doing asmr voice acting away in the back of my mind to maybe try again in the future.

in 2021 i was having to consider what i was doing with my work. i'd graduated with a degree in illustration in 2019 and then lockdown happened and i couldn't get a job. honestly university hadn't prepared or taught me how to get a job in the industry anyway. i still had my etsy shop i'd started in 2017 and kept that going, though could no longer work in person at artist alleys at comic cons due to lockdown and then my local cons never reopening after lockdown. etsy picked up during 2020 but by the end of 2021 it was going down. and i said to myself if i wasn't earning enough from etsy and my art by the end of 2022 i would have to just go out and get any job i could find, regardless of if it was in the art industry.

and then i watched this new show that just came out recently: arcane. i had latched onto viktor so tightly and had against my own will started vocal stimming by just talking in his accent to myself. and then i remembered about trying to make audios and do voice acting. and i thought you know this is really the last chance. if i want to be able to work from home i have to try everything. (at the time i wanted to work from home due to mental illness and how difficult i'd found it trying to work an in-person job in the past, at this point i hadn't developed my chronic hip/leg pain so i'm glad i set my sights on working from home before it became increasingly more difficult to go out to work. clearly i kinned viktor a little too close to the sun /j)

by this point i'd figured out i was a boy and been out as a trans man for years and while i did still have voice dysphoria, i figured i could learn to talk deeper and even edit my voice lower in post if needed (and indeed i did edit my voice deeper in post at first, but i'm proud to say now not all my audios have pitch editing as i've worked really hard on lowering my voice with t and every time someone points out how much deeper my voice sounds in audios now compared to ones from 2-3 years ago it makes me so happy). and i couldn't find anyone making audios for male listeners that were with fandom characters (apart from an occasional from kinkradio), and no fandom character audios for trans men, or trans people in general. i found it really hard to write and work with scripts, i couldn't predict how long it would take me to read one page, and i stumbled over my words too much when reading them. and then i thought hey i daydream all the time, i make up stories in my head all the time, can't i just... do that live and out loud? so i tried improvising and still improvise all of my audios.

i tried to be brave, posted some snippets here on tumblr where i was lucky enough to have already built up some following due to my nsfw writings. people were supportive and i finally started posting videos to that youtube channel i'd made years ago. started with only posting viktor audios and then expanded out into more characters. including getting to introduce you guys to some of my original characters.

what i wanted to achieve with making audios was to voice characters that were more obscure or that no one else had ever voiced just because i wanted to show my love for these characters, and to create an audio space that was a safe space and had audios focused on trans listeners and neurodivergency. as an autistic trans man, i wanted to be able to make the kind of audios i wished i could hear, and just hoped there were other people out there like me.

december 28th this year will mark 3 years since i posted that first arcane viktor asmr video on youtube. and i've gone from worrying about trying to find a job to this being my fulltime job. i still run my etsy shop, but the majority of my income is from my patreon where i post exclusive nsfw audios, and where my discord is that has gone from 5 to 200+ members and we chat and have watch parties and i love being in there. and i am so grateful to you guys, whether you are a patreon member or just watch my audios on youtube, however you show support means the world.

i couldn't have dreamed of this. i never planned on being a voice actor. but i did always dream of others caring about my original characters. and through starting out voicing fandom characters that people already knew, i was able to make original character audios and have people get to know my characters and sell merch?? of my ocs?? that people wanted to buy?? and did?? and people send me fanart they draw of them?? i have over 500 pieces of fanart that people have sent me?? (yes i save and treasure all of them, i have a fanart showcase slideshow that plays on my twitch starting soon, brb, and thanks for watching screens on stream). it's a dream come true and i honestly can't put into words how grateful i am.

i have some bigger plans a-brewing i hope you guys will enjoy. i really want to try and make more artwork of my original characters for my audios, and perhaps... try and make some more series of audios that have storylines, and maybe at least one of those won't have a listener character which i hope won't be off putting, it's more you're listening to a story happening between two characters that are voiced. i want to focus on working out backstories for characters, and finally giving you guys the long awaited names and designs for the villain and visiting king. and i'd love to make more new ocs more frequently, have more non-human looking ocs, and have more fun and detailed designs for my ocs.

that got long, i did warn you it would. but now the answer is actually written out for anyone curious. i hope again i haven't bothered any creators by tagging them, i just wanted to tag them so you guys can easily click on their names and see what wonderful things they create and voice! thank you so much anon for the kind words, i hope this all answered your question. /gen

[theygotlost]

HUGE wall of text about prudence and oleander cause i realized there's a ton of details and context that I Think about super hard but am not necessarily communicating effectively to the public so hopefully this fills in some of those gaps

prudence's demon form subsists on human flesh, and prudence thinks of the demon as a separate entity from herself because 1. she has no memory or control over what it does and 2. she doesn't want to reckon with how many people she's killed and eaten so it's easier to blame it on something else. pretty much all her victims have historically been whoever is left vulnerable wandering the streets at night, i.e. people that "wouldn't be missed" (cue the sweeney todd music.....) which how she's gotten away with it so far (aside from a few urban legends that have sprung up but most people don't really believe).

her guardian angel is obviously not on board with this at all because it's definitely still murder and she's definitely going to burn in hell forever for it. so after the angel is first summoned it insists on keeping prudence chained up in the basement during her transformations and feeding her butcher scraps with an eleven foot pole as damage control. both of them fucking hate this arrangement but prudence especially because it feels demeaning and day-old livestock meat is not as nutritious (for lack of a better term) to the demon as fresh human meat and leaves her feeling sick and hungry when she returns to human form.

all this is to say that fateful night was when prudence had finally had enough and refused to be locked in the basement again despite the angel's protests. prudence and oleander had never met before this point, they just happened to be her first fresh kill in years, so there's this aspect of prudence "falling off the wagon" so to speak. but once she realized what happened, it was more pressing to her that oleander was somebody quote-unquote "important", unlike the rest of her victims. their very rich and powerful family would definitely be looking for them if they went missing, and if prudence was found out she would probably be executed. so it was this panic that made her think "oh shit I have to fix this" and resurrect oleander hoping that she could just send them on their merry way with no consequence.

obviously she was not thinking clearly at all because oleander's face was too evil shadow skull for that to work. oleander is upset by the mutilation (I mean, who wouldn't be) but especially becuase their family has always cared the most about protecting its reputation— they held oleander's appearance up to more scrutiny and criticism than their siblings because of the embarrassment of having a son that's "too effeminate". which is part of the reason why they don't want to return home anyway, but they still demand prudence try to fix it so they look less morbid.

so that's the reason that oleander stays with prudence instead of just skipping town like they originally intended. they think she can find some kind of spell that will make them more "alive" (like idk, the tanning bed from lisa frankenstein? that movie stole MY idea btw not the other way around).

@bearloonz so... um.... to answer your original question......... when prudence first resurrects oleander, her thought process is "oh god I gotta get them up and running and out of my house ASAP", and then when oleander refuses to leave and demands to be "fixed" she's thinking "I can't believe this guy they're so stuck up and I don't have time for this". but over time oleander reveals more about terrible their family is, and they're kind of this tortured soul and prudence starts feeling bad for them and sees a lot of her own self esteem issues reflected in them. oleander appreciates that prudence isn't obsessed with being "respectable" the way everyone in their social circles have been. neither of them have ever really had friends before and this is the first time they've been able to spend time with someone who doesn't look down on them or treat them like an outcast so now they are friends kind of :)

at this point you may be asking (no youre not).... where does the angel fit into all of this?! and to that I say... BEING A HATER. it was never in support of any of this from the start. necromancy is just as bad of a sin if not worse than murder so it's already super pissed at prudence for doing both of those in 24 hours but it's just adding insult to injury that the necromancee in question is just living there now too. the angel is always being bitchy and passive aggressive to oleander and oleander thinks the angel is prudence's butler or something so they don't care what it says

[dozyrogue]

Ok im still thinking of the philza and tubbo fight cuz it reminds me of the marvel fandom when talking about the ending of cilvil war

Bucky killed tonys parents and tony tried to kill him, some where mad at tony cuz he tried to kill bucky but bucky was a victim. Others agreed but still pointed out that he still killed people. It goes into more details but I don't wanna do that

Philza says that we should help him cuz hes a friend and we should help each other, cuz hes a victim an doesn't have a choice. Lock him up and find a cure like last time. And yeah that's phil to a T, phil would travel to hell and back to protect his freinds. And he knows he has friend's who would do the same for him. Man's disappears and the island panics. Bolas would flock around their leader to protect him from the other teams

There's also the added fact that it does take a bit to earn philza's trust and forever has that trust. So to him he sees forever is clearly not himself and he knows how MUCH HE LOVES Tallulah and would never ever purposely hurt her. So something's wrong with forever obviously. And of COURSE he wants to help out forever back together again.

Like when he told tubbo we help forever and then said he would expect tubbo to help phil if he was ever in this position shows so much about phils character to me. Like u help each other so hearing someone u trust doing something as quick as killing him would freak me out lol.

Then theres my sweet traumatized tubbo, he can trust so easily but take his trust away just as easily, his self estime is so low that he expects everyone to be against him. then it was evern worse after purgatory 1 and fred things keep getting worse. And worse of all hes kidnapped from the island most people didn't know he was taken and was forced to leave his kid. In purgatory 2 mans finally had his targaryan moment and took them all down with him.

Then hes back and hears that forever suddenly is different...again. corralled all the kids into following him and that he hurt Tallulah and tried to kill chayanne. Sent ramon into a panic to the point man's PUT ON HIS ARMOR. he himself believes that the island would turn on him immediately if he did something wrong. So if course he would think the same if someone lost it AND HURT THE CHILDREN. he went into purgatory with the only thought of helping the children, and questioning why the other islanders forgot that the point of this. He even said himself that he would choose his godchildren anyway over fred. NoW HIS DAUGHTER IS IN THE MIX. AND ITS NOT EVEN THE FEDS GOING AFTER THE KIDS ITS ONE OF THEIR OWN.

So of course!!! To tubbo the only choice for forever is to kill him so he himself doesn't hurt the eggs again. For any of the islanders the idea of hurting the children even if they were the victim would probably ruin him.

I agree with both yes we should help forever but i agree with tubbo a bit more if forever is so possessed with whatever that hes going after the children???? Kill him, jail prison, lock him away.

And phil expecting for tubbo to help him if he was ever in the same position but tubbo made a promise to care for his godchildren if phil was ever in a place were he couldnt tubbo would fucking kill him.

Idk I really liked the fight shows the difference between the characters and specifically how tubbo changed as a character.

I probably have more thoughts on this but this is it??? Me thinks??

[squarebracketsmileyface]

So for my jaylex oc child, I'm not sure if I want her to have a cleft lip or not since Jay has one. But cleft lips/Palates are rare but I think they are hereditary.

A really sweet design choice I made for her is that she wears Jay and Alex's old clothes.

And she is also raised by tim, since she does not have any family on record so tim choose to raise her, and she turns into a rebellious teen and jay 2.0 (minus him being at gunpoint and such, also him dying)

I honestly have never posted my oc child on my blog bc I feel like people might think it's weird, but bc of you I might consider it. I've never drew her before though I use gacha and such to help with the designs.

I am biased by birdie but cleft lip cleft lip cleft lip YEEEEAAAAAH do it.

Also WEARING HER PARENTS CLOTHES OWWWW I love that so much, like so so much because you can do SO much angst with it. This is the only physical thing she has that was her parents, it's all she has of them. Sometimes she wraps herself up in it to feel their warmth. Sometimes she burries her face in it wishing it still smelled of them so she can have another sense to connect her to them but ultimately comes up empty-handed because she's been without them for so long now.

I kinda have that with Birdie and her baby blanket being an old hoodie of Jay's in "canon" Sorry, It's Locked. Sometimes she REALLY wishes she could have known her other dad, but all she has of him is this hoodie that's stretched out and thin by now, with frayed sleeves and a couple holes here and there. There's also those photos her pa's hiding from her in that little locked box under his bed that she hasn't had the courage to steal and pry open yet. At some point, she'll just have to find out what happened to her other dad by herself.

Tim acquiring a child just feels so right to me, tho. That's also probably biased by my own AU but just, idk the way he grew up just makes me think he'd really enjoy being a dad. To prove he can do it well, and in the case of your OC, to make sure another kid doesn't have to go through anything near what he did if he has the ability to make sure they don't. God, but like, her becoming a little mini Jay. That'd probably be terrifying for Tim, seeing her so a thing Jay did and kinda going FUCK IS SHE SAFE I GOTTA MAKE SURE NOTHING BAD IS HAPPENING TO HER THAT SHES HIDING FROM ME COS SHE THINKS ILL THINK SHES MAKING IT UP. Like, idk she starts carrying around a camera and Tim's heart clenches in his chest in panic, and he starts looking around constantly looking for the operator to be RIGHT behind him, or it following her around.

Honestly, posting about oc kids is such a special kinda fun, at least to me, they're such an interesting way to interact with the source material and explore the universe it's set it. Cos with a kid, everything's new, but if this monster has been with them their whole life, it's also part of their norm so you can kinda focus on different things, rather than just setting up the monster you can poke into all the deeper little details someone VERY familiar with it might know. Which like yeah you can do with Tim and Alex, they've been haunted by it since childhood, but idk it's just FUN with an oc cos you can make them anything :D

And also them having a parent (Tim in this case) who went through the same thing is also super interesting, because in a lot of ways it can help set them up with ways to cope or escape or survive straight away, but it can also fuck them up because their parent/s might be stuck in survival mode and not able to meet the kids needs emotionally, or maybe even physically if they're absent a lot, or could accidentally teach them lessons which are harmful in the long run.

[bumpkinspice0]

Parallels: chapter 1

Miguel O'Hara x Spider!FemReader

No use of y/n

Rating: Explict

Word Count: 2842

Summary: You never had a 'spidey sense,' as you came to learn from your time as part of Spider Society. You'd gotten along this far without it and were an excellent spider-woman regardless. Then you meet Miguel O'Hara and it awakens something in you. A strange buzzing in the back of your head. It doesn't stop whenever he's in sight, and you think he knows what's happening to you.

Something about Miguel draws you in. What made him so fucking special?

Warnings: Smuuut, Oral (Fem receiving-in a public place), Mentions of masturbation (like barely), horny at work, Miguel being feral, spider hormone connection?? IDK

Notes: This is my first time sharing anything I've written, I have no idea what I'm doing. I just started this blog an hour ago for this shit. I swear a lot, i guess. Please go easy on me... and enjoy, my beloveds.

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Chapter 1

Spidey Sense

At first, joining Spider Society was overwhelming. How could it not be? But also— strangely relieving. There were more of you. Enough to fill a 200-story tower. After years of doing this on your own, you had a community to lean on. A community just like you.

As your life in the spider citadel went on it became more and more obvious that no two spider people were exactly the same. Powers or personality-wise— well, actually all of you seemed to be pretty quick-witted. Everyone’s abilities seemed to differ ever so slightly, you were no exception.

You never had what you came to learn as a ‘spidey sense.’ You had wall-crawling, strength, agility, all the seemingly usual stuff— but just not this apparent danger warning your fellow spider people had. Your powers seemed to make up for themselves in the end. Whatever you may have lost with this other sense, you more than made up for in other ways.

You didn’t have an internal security system, but your remaining senses were easily double that of any of your counterparts. On top of that your webs were completely organic. No awkward shooters or web fluid to constantly worry about. You win some, you lose some. 

Still, it fascinated you. The ability to sense danger. A literal sixth sense. Having constant spacial awareness sounded amazing after the embarrassing amount of random pigeons you’d hit while swinging through the city.

You asked around about it whenever powers came into the conversation. It was as casual as talking about the weather for all of you. They all described it the same. An unmistakable gut feeling. A tingling in the back of your head, a spiked heart rate, and suddenly you knew every small detail that was happening around you. If you were being honest, it sounded like the beginnings of a panic attack. Random adrenaline spikes throughout the day didn’t sound like the funnest ability to deal with. You’d never felt anything remotely like what they were describing. 

Well, until you met him.

Met was a strong word, actually. Miguel was a reclusive leader. You’d only met him a handful of times. Jess was the one to recruit you into the spider-league and Miguel was just this invisible entity you’d only heard about in passing. Everyone talked about him with such high regard and respect that you just kind of mimicked their attitude without really knowing anything about him. He built this place. He had to be incredible. 

The first time you saw the illusive Spider-Man 2099 was in a meeting. Jess wanted to get you into some teamwork missions and you reluctantly agreed. You and about a dozen other of your spider-comrades were to inspect an anomaly in universe whatever. Don’t interact with anything. Only observe. It was clearly a bullshit team-building exercise for all of you. No one here really knew much about being part of a team.

The air in the room changed when Miguel walked in. Everyone instantly hushed. He commanded the space with such little effort. He was addressing the room when he made eye contact with you and you immediately felt intimidated. Christ, he was huge… and handsome. Beyond his obvious leg-buckling good looks, there was something else his gaze did to you.

A strange tingling in the back of your head.

His gaze stayed on you longer than you’d have liked, his head tilting ever so slightly before pulling his attention back to the rest of the room. The buzzing in your head didn’t go away until he left. 

What the hell was that?

“You alright?” Jess tapped your shoulder, bringing you back to reality. The rest of the room was dispersing into the portal. Clearly, you paid close attention to the debriefing you’d just sat through.

“Yep!” You answered just a little too loudly. “Just nerves, I guess. Let’s do this.” Your lead Spider-Woman gave a cheeky smile before leading you both into the portal.

That was the first time you’d noticed something weird.

You’d only see Miguel in passing or in crowded rooms with countless other spider people. It quickly became obvious that he was the cause of whatever was happening with you. No matter the situation, you still got that weird feeling whenever he was around. He’d always glance at you more than you’d like— but then again you did the same. As you climbed the ranks you worried you’d get stuck on missions with him. Luckily, he seemed to take his jobs solo. 

Still, ever the attentive leader he was, he soon was in every briefing you were. Every meeting and training— sitting on the other end of the room making your newfound spider sense scream in your head. It would start going off even before you entered the room. That’s how you’d know he’d be there— and your sense was right every time.

The last time you saw him, he didn’t take his eyes off you the entire time. 

 A massive projection table stood between you and him. Lyla was showing some random science behind whatever the latest threat to the universe at large was. You couldn’t care less about what she said while this brutish man bore into your soul— again. 

Your sense was going crazy this time. No one else ever seemed to notice, so why did he? You’d heard through the grapevine Miguel was one of the few other spider people that didn’t have a spider-sense. He wasn’t much like any of the other spiders, really. Yet, he seemed to know what was happening to you.

How could he not know, since he was clearly the cause.

Your growing adrenaline morphed into something you didn’t expect. Your cheeks immediately reddened when you felt a heat rising in your core— and a gush of arousal between your legs. You squeezed your legs together, leaning on the projection table for support. Then Miguel’s expression changed. His eyebrows furrowed. You saw his jaw and neck clench. If you didn’t know any better he looked disgusted.

It was fucking humiliating. 

This was your job. These were your colleagues. You were all discussing what you needed to do to keep the literal entire universe safe! And here you were, getting horny over nothing like some teenager. Pathetic.

And he surely knew exactly what was happening.

Miguel left the meeting in a huff and you ran your vibrator dead that night when you got home. 

From then on, you actively avoided him. Both out of shame and for your own sanity. Whatever this was, you didn’t wanna deal with it. Out of sight of a mind.

It was obvious no one else had this weird problem with him so there wasn’t anyone you could turn to. You’d rather die than explain this to Jess and half of your other members were fucking teenagers. You didn’t want to ask Lyla so she could have this in her memory banks for Miguel to just stumble across one day and promptly expel you from Spider society. You loved it here. You loved being part of something bigger than yourself. It's why you took up the mantel in the first place.

Yet, surrounded by the people who understand you most, you were alone in this. Trapped by some weird spider-power puberty. Could superpowers even go through puberty? It made as much sense as anything else in your life.

You were walking to the training room when that doomed buzz pinged in the back of your head. Turning the corner to the empty corridor was that dreaded, broad figure you’d been successfully avoiding for weeks now. He pauses when he sees you, just for a moment, before continuing on his path. Your spider sense hadn’t shown itself this entire time and now it was like a car alarm in your head. Still, you managed to walk on. You won’t let him have the satisfaction.   

He mumbled your name with a small nod when you passed each other, you did the same. Honestly, you were surprised he even knew your first name. You were nearly at the corner when you felt the tingling morph into what you were dreading. You bit your lip at the building erotic sensation between your legs. You’d had enough. 

After that last encounter, you started to wonder if this was something he was doing. How could you not? There was something in his animalistic eyes besides pure hunger. There was knowing. There was smugness. 

Yeah, he was definitely doing something. This was his fault.

“Stop it!” You turn to shout at him, now standing yards away from you. Your voice echoes down the empty hallway. He turns to look at you, a grimace on his face. “This isn’t funny. I don’t know what the hell your doing or why you’re doing it, but just stop it.” You say again, stepping toward him.

“What I’m doing?” he snarls, “What do you think I’m doing?”

“You’re fucking with me for fun,” You accuse him, “I thought it was me. I thought it was something I was doing because no one else had the same problem, but it only happens around you. So you’re the one doing something to me!”

“Only around me, hm?” he scoffs, stepping toward you. “I’m not doing anything,”

“Liar,” you bite, “This only happens around you. That only leaves one option. You’re doing it.”

A bloated silence follows. You see his shoulders drop, bringing his hand up to rub his eyes in annoyance. 

 “You really don’t know what’s happening either, do you?” That gives you pause. “The constant… buzzing.”

No fucking way.

He… felt it too. 

He’s standing directly in front of you now, his expression softened ever so slightly.

“I’m not like most of them, you know.” He starts, his voice a low rumble, “No spider-sense, talons for wall-crawling, venomous fangs… enhanced senses. You’re not exactly like the others either, are you?” his form dwarfs you, backing you into the closest wall.

“You don’t know anything about me,” You hiss. 

“I know everything about you,” He retorts, “It’s my job to know.”

“You… you really don’t know what’s happening to me. To…us.”

This all just got insanity more confusing. Well, it already was but this was just another layer onto the shitty cake. He could be lying, you think briefly. He could see how much he affects you and finds it funny. Though that nagging feeling in the back of your head says he’s telling the truth— and you believe it. 

“Not yet,” his arms cage you in. His eyes shift to that familiar deep red as he drags his gaze over you, “I was suspicious the first time, then it wouldn’t stop.”

“It’s awful.”

“The worst.”

Then, for the first time, you actually feel small under his gaze— other than in a literal sense. He’d been staring you down for over a month but now he was so damn close.

“What’s it feel like… for you?” He asks.

You think for a moment, trying to ignore the heat rising inside you, “It’s… it’s like climbing a roller coaster. Anticipation. Adrenaline. You know somethings coming.” 

Your heartbeat is pounding. 

“Mhmm,” he lowers his head, “What else?”

“It’s—“, you shy away from his gaze. 

“I know what else,” he leans down, lips brushing into your ear, “I’ve been able to smell you for days.” 

If this were any other man you’d have knocked him unconscious by now, but something about him speaking to you this way made your legs nearly give out.

You feel a sharp pressure against your thigh. You look down to see the single talon of his index finger pressed against you, hooked through the material of your suit. 

“Is this what you want?” He asks, his voice a low growl now, “This is what it’s screaming at you?”

You bite your lip, taking in a sharp inhale before you nod. 

He drags the claw up your thigh and across your stomach, slicing with precision cleanly through the material of your suit and underwear. Another rush of arousal runs through you. The fabric gives way easily and your core is left completely bare. He grabs your thighs.

“I wonder if you taste as good as you smell,” he hoists your legs over his shoulders as he kneels down to meet your waiting cunt. He holds you on top of him like you weigh nothing at all.

Superhuman strength and agility had several perks you always felt you never fully utilized.

His mouth engulfs you, licking a long stripe up your entrance before enveloping your clit. You gasp and grab his head with one hand and stick to the wall with the other. It wasn’t exactly stable, but that was the last thing on your mind. The king of spider-kind was eating you out in the middle of the citadel— and god was he good. 

You fight back your moans as best you can, anyone could walk by. Anyone could hear you. When he sucks down on you, you let a small scream slip.

“Cállate!” He hisses underneath you. Your eyes briefly meet his before he’s back on you. You barely remember your 3 years of high school Spanish, but the tone of his voice was clear. Be quiet.

You bit down on your hand. Your toes curled in your shoes. He was unraveling you bit by bit with his tongue. Consuming you like a starved man.

His mouth wasn’t the only thing wrecking you. That annoying buzz in your head had dulled into something different— something entirely new. The strange tingling simmered into a warm sensation, raising every hair on your body. Every time he’d touch you, it’d electrify you even more. Did he feel this way too, you wonder?

He wasn’t gentle. This wasn’t slow and sensual. He was fucking primal, wriggling and squirming underneath you as if to try to get more of you— to get you impossibly closer. He’d retracted his claws but his fingers squeezed you so tightly you knew there’d be bruises in the morning. The thought sent a new wave of wetness to your cunt. 

He moans into you, sending vibrations all through your body. He was whispering some sweet nothings you didn’t have the brain capacity to try and understand. Really he was telling you all you wanted to know— he was enjoying this too. Whether it was for some sick kicks or he just liked the control, you didn’t care. He was giving you some much-needed relief you didn’t know you had pent up— and it felt like this was the same for him.

Then he finally looks up at you, his eyes overtaken by that inhuman crimson red— animalistic and feral and wanting. You should be afraid of him. 

His tongue delves into your heat, his strong nose still nudging at your clit. You were getting close now— already? Yeah, you were way more pent-up than you thought. Both of your hands come down to his head, lacing your fingers through his dark hair.

“Miguel,” You barely gasp out, “Miguel, I’m gonna—”

You don’t finish before it overtakes you. Your shaking legs crush his head while pure euphoric energy surges through you. Your face contorts into a silent scream, completely forgetting how to breathe for just a moment. It was raw. It was hungry and rushed, but it was perfect.

 He works you through it until your bones become jelly. He lowers you down onto his lap. The buzzing in your head is singing— and then it’s finally silent, washing over you like a warm wave. It was complete bliss.

Even straddling his lap, he still towers over you—crowding you in against the wall with his arms again. You’re both panting from the rush. Did you seriously just do that? Did he seriously just do that? 

“It… it stopped,” You finally say. “The buzzing.”

He grunts in response, which you can only interpret as me too. Running his thumb across his chin to gather your remaining arousal. Those red eyes never leave your face while he sucks the digit clean. You instantly feel another rush of heat at the sight. This fucking man.

You both turn to the sound of oncoming footsteps just around the corner. So much for heightened senses this time. You turn back to each other, both with the same question painted across your face. What the fuck do we do?

He’s the first to act, quickly typing something into his multiverse watch. A portal opens in the wall directly behind you. Without warning you fall into it, getting one last look at Miguel's smug face before it closes. Then— you're in your empty apartment. 

Your ears are ringing. Your heart is pounding. Too many thoughts are rushing through your head to even bother sorting out right now. As you sit there, shamefully bare in your most intimate area in the middle of your living room, you settle on one aspect of this entire fucked up situation to focus on.

That asshole ruined your last fucking suit. 

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Hope you liked it!!!

[blade-that-was-broken]

Soldier On AU Notes

For the person who asked for them... This is kinda what I got. Don't get me wrong, there is a ton of JD and Bruce stuff, I just... haven't written any of that down...

I told ya'll that Branch jumped out of the bushes and pushed his way in! What do you want me to do!?

John does eventually get a service dog - Rhonda - that is mostly a mobility and reach aid and does pressure therapy for his PTSD. Idk all the details yet. 

Branch never met his dad. Their parents had been separated when he was born but the divorce was not finalized until he was almost a year old. That is when John was forced to leave. 

Branch has vague memories that are actually of John. Calloused hands (JD used to play guitar), maybe goggles and a faint lullaby no one can tell where it came from. In reality, JD sang it to him constantly to get him to sleep. He wrote it. 

Their mother cut off everything and was extremely bitter. The divorce was ugly and she didn’t like anyone talking about John or their father. So, after a few years, no one did. It just built up until he was a distant memory, and no one really thought of him. 

Their dad wasn't much better but he was left with very little in the divorce anyways.

John on the other hand, wasn’t left with a lot. He was lonely and clung to the memory of his brothers with everything he had. Being away from them broke his heart, as he was close with all of them and took care of them. He was their big brother and close with them.

Bruce left home the moment he could when he turned 18. He tried to keep in contact with them, although his mother didn’t really like it. Clay felt betrayed. Bruce currently lives in Hawaii and owns a small resort with his native Hawaiian wife, and they have a couple of kids. 

Clay did one semester at the local college to stay close to home but when their mother died and Floyd and Branch moved in with Grandma, he went to another school further away, one he wanted. Clay has been in and out of school for many years and is working on idk, some kind of doctorate or masters or whatever. 

Floyd went to the local college for a while but then his music career started to pick up and now he does a fair bit of traveling. He is musically inclined and seriously started making music after his mother died. He plays an old guitar that he found in their house and just can’t let it go. He doesn’t actually know it was JD’s. There is a symbol on it that is actually initials. 

Bruce does try to call Clay when John is with him but Clay absolutely does not want to talk to him. He barely answers the phone and hangs up before JD could get a word in. 

Eventually JD just gets a plane ticket and flies out to the college to try and find him. Like this entirely blindsides Clay; he has zero clue. At this point JD is still struggling to get around and doesn’t have a lot of things… including a phone. So he just kind of disappears and well… Bruce panics a little. They are gonna haveta work on their communication a bit.

Branch is about 16 and lives with his grandmother. She likes to garden and they have an old dog named Gary. He is extremely smart and has a wealth of knowledge but people avoidant. He wants to go somewhere but he doesn’t want to be alone and he doesn’t know where. He’d like to do more outdoorsy things but his grandmother cannot and he doesn’t actually know much. 

This is partially how he and JD bond. He spends a while with them, showing up one day and helps Branch with the outdoorsy stuff, actually teaching him things like how to start a fire, pitch a tent, a lot of stuff dudes like to do. He even helps start teaching him to drive. Just a little. 

Rosiepuff does suggest JD just stay with them since Branch seems to really like him and he has difficulty actually having fun/getting friends/talking with people but by this time, JD has a place and responsibilities and can’t stay. Besides, he doesn’t want to burden his grandmother. 

Branch ends up spending at least a summer in Hawaii with JD by suggestion of their grandmother. It goes well. 

JD jokes about where his leg ended up. He thinks he left it back in Sudan but he’s not sure. He’ll tell everyone different stories on where it is. It’s kind of dark humor sometimes that… don’t always bode well with people. 

Delta is probably one of JD's squad. I'm not sure who else. In their free time, they make a pretty awesome singing group though

There will probably be more but idk

[shipcestuous]

I want to second the Castorice/Polyxia HSR vibes. after they meet again and they're hanging out in the nether realm, Polyxia even tells her sister "you're beautiful" for literally no reason!! it's not even when they first meet, it's well after that so there's no reason other than, I guess she was overcome w Cas' beauty?? HSR doesn't know how to write siblings who don't have shippy vibes and I love that for us

speaking of that: it's a v minor thing, at least in terms of how much we see, but in the same story arc we get another major character Anaxa who also set off my siscon vibe detector. more spoilers, but not major ones for the story, just backstory

he's a brilliant professor who wants to test his theories about the gods (and Cas' journey to the nether realm helps him do that). but the impetus for all his research in the first place was him wanting to bring back the dead

when he was really young, around 5 from how I remember, he lost his family, including his sister who he was v close to. we don't know exactly how old she was--I got the vibe she was maybe a litle older but idk--and we don't even learn her name, bc Anaxa doesn't exactly go around saying stuff that would make him look vulnerable. but she was clearly v important to him

as a younger adult (he still looks like a young adult, but there's no way to tell in this setting how old he is), he worked obsessively to learn how to bring back the dead with alchemy. his teacher who knew what he was doing tried to stop him, warning him this was taboo, but Anaxa makes it clear he doesn't care about breaking taboos. hmm

one day, he comes to his teacher having made a breakthrough. his teacher panics, saying "your beloved... where is she now?" and urges Anaxa to send her to a safe place where nobody will find her, for all of their sakes'. not "your beloved sister," but "your beloved." surely the teacher knows after all this time that the person Anaxa wanted to resurrect was his sibling?? and yet he says "your beloved." hmmmm

anyway, Anaxa confesses that he didn't manage to bring her back to the mortal realm. he sacrificed one of his eyes in the attempt, but it wasn't enough. it wasn't an "equivalent exchange," so all he got was a chance to see her one final time. (if you're getting Full Metal Alchemist vibes from this plotline, same) his teacher urges him to stop pursuing this field of study, and Anaxa says, "since I was able to see her one last time, I have no other desires"

he moves on to another (though no less blasphemous) field of study, but it's clear from a couple of lines that even his blasphemy against the gods was rooted in bitterness that they failed to save his family. though he never says it out loud, it's easy to read into it that his sister's memory still fuels him to this day in this way

we never see how Anaxa meeting his sister one last time went. he doesn't share the details, so we're free to imagine how it went. was it as shippy as when Castorice reunited with Polyxia? considering the depth of his love for her, I wouldn't be shocked. obv there wouldn't have been anything going on w them when he was so young but if they met again now? I can't imagine his sister wouldn't be impressed he's grown into such a smart and handsome guy

idk, it's not a huge part of the story but there's so much to work with here, esp considering we literally don't even know her name but she was obv so important to a major character

I have such a soft spot for stuff like this.

[fridgemissionmaster]

waaa thank you for responding to my ask I love all the thought you put into this!!

Abaddon as both the final end and the reapers' home is so important to me

can we get the story of Abaddon and Mammon?? you mentioned it in your other response that they're on good terms so now I'm so curious about that

Thank you so much for asking about my guys! Really, it means so much!

Okay…. So…

In order to understand the WEIGHT behind the moment that sparked their friendship we’re gonna have to get into some ✨Aurum lore✨

However you wanna know about Abaddon and idk if you looked at Aumum’s page SO this is what we’ll do. I’ll try to keep the Aurum stuff to a minimum, TLDR it, HOWEVER if you want more context on what I’m about to gloss over, you are absolutely free to ask for details. (Or about anything else)

Our story starts off with

Aurum, the human adopted child of this dork

Mammon

Three things you need to know.

A. Mammon ADORES this kid and loves them so much. B. Unfortunately Mammon is a bit of an absent parent, any time he’s in the human world he normally can’t stay long and gets summoned back by Lucifer. C. At the time this event takes place, NO ONE, NOT EVEN LUCIFER WHO MAMMON TRUSTS ALMOST COMPLETELY know of Abaddon’s existence, sure Belphie didn’t freak out about humans yet, but like, his brothers knew how he HATED them and Mammon didn’t think it a good idea to risk Belphie finding out about his kid because he didn’t want either to get hurt.

AURUM’S PART TLDR

Aurum went missing during a classmate’s birthday party that Mammon basically forced him to go to, and Mammon obviously went looking for his kid and was starting to panic, and is summoned back by a miffed Lucifer to which Mammon sneaks his way back to the human world and then he finds Aurum… on the brink of death, that is when Lucifer summons Mammon back again and is mad about Mammon constantly sneaking off to the human world but Mammon is

SPIRALING

Mammon is distraught even after Aurum is safe, and very much alive still. He feels guilty that he couldn’t let this kid go and be adopted by someone else, guilty that he always has to be gone, guilty about making his kid go to this party in the first place, guilty that he wasn’t there to protect his kid, guilty that they now have permanent scars from the incident, guilty that despite ALL THAT Aurum was just so happy to see their dad even while bleeding out.

All this CRUSHED Mammon, and he vowed to never push his kid and do EVERYTHING he could to protect them, so he paid no mind to breaking laws if it’s for Aurum.

There is a kind of metal only found in Abaddon that can kill anything, ghosts, humans, yokai, angels, demons, anything. It can even ward off death if rumors are to be believed.

And so, Mammon went searching, and searching, and searching till he finally found a lead in a person named Abaddon.

Mammon went to meet the man, his request for the metal denied before he could even finish speaking. Mammon tried everything, bargaining, threatening, but nothing worked and Mammon was stripped of all his bluster and confidence, crying and begging

And during this Mammon says his child is human- Abaddon agrees to help. Mammon couldn’t even finish pouring his heart out when Abaddon pulls him off the floor and has him take a proper seat.

They meet up semi-frequently after this as Abaddon also decides to make the sword Mammon wanted this metal for, a sword for Aurum to protect themselves, a metal this dangerous obviously is contraband in all the worlds so the less people in on this the better. And during these meet ups Abaddon and Mammon form a bit of a friendship.

By the time the games take place Mammon sees Abaddon as a sweet grandpa type. Abaddon is also the only person Mammon can show off his greatest treasure too so sometimes will visit just to rant about Aurum. Abaddon sometimes asks about how a kid he’s never met is doing.

Often the pair do trades, usually crafting supplied for Demonus, as Aurum is a bartender Mammon likes giving his kid an ‘edge’ on the competition by providing a drink no one else can get. (Although Demonus just tastes like lemonade to/has no effects on humans but ssshhhhhhhh)

Mammon and Abaddon also just genuinely like one another’s company, Mammon’s even tried dragging Abaddon out partying but always gets politely declined. Sometimes Mammon and Abaddon discuss money making ideas or whatever else, like parenting. They also text a lot. The pair do keep this friendship on the down low considering it did start because of illegal activities, it’s not something they do on purpose, just more of a Abaddon talks to almost no one and Abaddon never comes up in conversation for Mammon.

Abaddon, no matter how dumb or chaotic Mammon gets would never insult or look down on the demon, he respects Mammon too much, besides it’s just basic decency to him. Because of this friendship Abaddon dose get a bit more experimental with his Demonus because it makes their little tasting parties more fun. Mammon has to choose the best of each batch after all, his kid deserves nothing less… even if both turn into howling, laughing messes halfway through and forget/can’t read the notes they took on which Demonus was better in which way. These tasting parties do make Mammon a bit more instant on Abaddon going out and partying, he knows it would be one hell of a night if he could just get himself, Asmo, and Abaddon together.

You can actually see a little reference to Mammon and Abaddon's Demonus trading towards the end of this fic, four lines above the paragraph starting with 'His smile kind and soft, shoulders relaxed, heart thumping against their ribcage.'

[nightssideblogofshame]

Ive just started playing outer wilds for the first time and ive managed to avoid all spoilers and most gameplay footage for it so ive gone in near completely blind (so like obviously please dont reply to this with anything detailed i wanna keep being surprised), and i gotta say, i love gabbro. Like, not him as a character, or at least not just him as a character, but like the experience of meeting him for the first time

Because here i am just playing the game, yippee! Exploration!, planning to try to find feldspar because thats intriguing, and then suddenly the fucking SUN EXPLODES.

And now it feels like im playing a horror game, i immediately panic, it feels like im on the clock like holy shit the sun just fucking EXPLODED and im in a TIME LOOP and i need to figure out why it did that and like can i stop it??? Are we fucked??? Why did it do that, it shouldnt have done that, what the fuck is happening i need that thing to stop, i just feel the clock ticking like the sun is gonna explode again i only got so much time per loop

This all isnt really helped by the fact that my next two loops end in me 1.) Falling into some sort of? Black hole? Within a planet? Which launches me kilometers away to the edge of the solar system where i just kinda explore that interloper comet thing as i wait for oxy to run out since no way am i getting back and 2.) Somehow managing to fling myself to the dark bramble where i go inside because i already checked the seed and know its bigger on the inside, only ti get EATEN ALIVE by a GIANT ANGLERFISH, like!! I saw the one the mueseum but i didnt know that they got that big!! Are all those fucking lights more angler fish?! Thats fucking horrifying and the experience was the most terrifying fucking thing oh my god

So thats where im at, right, outer wilds has suddenly become a horror game out of nowhere and im coping how i can, and then

I meet gabbro. And gabbro is just like, hey ive been dying a lot recently how bout u?, and i just, holy fucking shit this dude knows???, and he basically instantly calmed me down, heres another guy who is aware of the loop but hes just, not bothered, hes like cool ive never been in a time loop before its a new experience and we out here for new experiences, he plays his flute as the storm launches us into orbit and interrupts out conversation and just chills with it

It just instantly recontextualized the whole thing for me, i went from feeling on the clock and rushing to being like oh yeah ive got all the time in the world, I'll die and then just come back, theres no rush, and like he teaches me to meditate and im just, chill

Idk but i just think its a really cool game design move and experience moment of them giving you this big scary mystery (the sun going supernova and killing you over and over in the timeloop) and then gives you a guy who also knows and who is just chill about it to calm you down, and you can tell him what you found! You can tell him your progress in exploring and figuring out whats going on, its so fun i kept going back to tell him each new bit of info i found

I love gabbro man

[bisluthq]

https://www.tumblr.com/bisluthq/783956636626780160/update-on-my-vicky-thing-i-wrote-her-a-long-note

I love this for you so much!! And again congratulations on what you achieved because idk about you but I find these sort of soft confrontations hard because you don’t know how it’s going to go (and I have mad abandonment issues so even if I’m not wanting to hang with someone I don’t want them to leave and want to be wanted as a friend or I’ll question my whole life lol). So YAY NATTY CAKES!!!! 🥳🫶🏼💕

And it sounds like it went well?

And on the topic of psychedelics - have you read or seen the Michael Pollan book/ Netflix series ‘your brain on psychedelics’? It’s so fascinating! I love and relate to his mind and curiosity about EVERYTHING and I’ve read most of his books but eventually forget lol but he found out that one psychedelic was banned because big pharma were trying to synthesise medications and bribed officials and shit and that was around the time of the satanic panic and so they (the man™️) started this war on drugs against lsd, mushrooms and weed, even though college researchers were doing really successful studies on trauma victims and war veterans with those drugs. I might have gotten some shit confused there though because I can’t always remember exact details and didn’t want to rewatch the series just to send this lol but SUPER INTERESTING! And he found his body was worse on caffeine than weed or shrooms lol. Also I’m not like anti pharmaceuticals when I say Big Pharma, but their business model is to keep us on medication, not healed, you know? So. I also think there’s a Big Farma in the natural wellness doing the same shit.

Oh and weird museums! Once on holiday I went to the big art gallery in town and they had all these other museums along the way and one was dedicated to Dr Seuss and another to music posters over the years - weird museums ARE FUN!

Happy and proud of you! 🫶🏼

yes! Michael Poland is what inspired me. There is a LOT out there on it for mental health purposes. You’re supposed to do it with a guide obviously but those experiences are super expensive so I’m just doing it myself but like very intentionally and I don’t get the sense it’s bad for me and I do actually think it’s helping. But it’s not like a party thing I’m doing. And maybe I just shouldn’t tell people I’m doing this because it does sound more like a party thing especially given that it's historically, well, me lol and I didn't used to turn down a party. I did also say this to Vicky lol like I didn't say it this way but "you don't understand, the most exciting outcome of this night is still not orgies in d'Agde so like no I don't want to stay out past 23.00 and I don't want to talk about nothing like???" Because I don't. Because I can't see the night being worth it like and something I haven't done. 10mg of shrooms (haven't done it yet but working up to it) is something I haven't done. That's INTERESTING. Drinking in a themed bar is... NOT.

Anyway. Hallucinogenics actually do rewire your brain which is pretty cool. And yes for physical wellbeing it’s also not bad for you. I mean obviously don’t be stoned all day every day and I also kinda feel like if I’d never do this (solo) if I hadn’t done quite a lot of stuff in recreational doses. Like I do mostly know how I respond to this stuff so I mean I can just take insane doses in a safe environment 😂🤷🏻‍♀️ It’s also why I started it still in the Airbnb so I do have people around to ground me if I need. But yes. It’s a lot of fun. And it’s legit what I’d rather do - and my cinema and like idk all my weird little things - than go sit in a bar or like chat mad “casually” about random stuff.

[ladysomething]

i think you killed me with lazarus rises. i bawled my eyes out and instantly went to tell my friend (who doesn’t even watch f1) all about it because i had to share the pain with someone (she had to listen to a 10 minutes retelling of the plot made by crying and shaking me, and by the end of it she was crying too, so i think it’s safe to say she liked it too!)

i really liked the structure of the fic, the way you are swept into the action right away with little to no explanation, and there’s just this panic, frantic energy and charles already in the past, and only then details about time-travel, max’s death and their relationship get revealed slowly. it was perfect and it made everything so much more intense, i got sucked into the story and couldn’t even pause because i just felt the need to read it all in one sitting. and i did read it all in one sitting. and then i was left feeling like it was me who lost her husband. and i don’t even have one.

okay, let’s go in order. first, i got absolutely heartbroken by the young max. he’s so… SO… needs to be protected at all costs, you know? i adore every fic where max has been in love with charles for years, it always hurts so deliciously. and in this one… oh. i was really really close to tears the whole time charles and young max were talking. max seeing the actual living and breathing evidence of being loved, hearing the reassurances from charles. honestly, even just thinking about it now makes me feel so much.

Charles recognises that stupid apron. His team gave it to him on the morning of the final race last year, to bolster his spirits before it started. They’d filmed him opening it, and he laughed himself sick and told the camera he couldn’t wait to see Max’s face.

They’d never posted the video, of course.

this was ruthless btw! as ruthless as kicking a half dead body (me. my body. i was half dead at this point.) no but seriously it hurt so much but i was holding up! i wasn’t crying! and THEN. The Realisation hit me at the same time it hit charles, and from this moment i started to cry and i cried till the very end (and then some). it was devastating to realise original max was gone and even more devastating to realise no one here will remember him nor original charles. everything they went through, everything they shared, every memory — gone. never even existed.

“My Max got buried in Hasselt.” There’s no grave for him to visit, Charles realises. No place for him to mourn.

He feels like he’s forgetting something important, but he can’t quite tell what it is.

everything in this fic was heartbreaking but this absolutely destroyed me. and i naively thought that it can’t get worse. and guess what? it got worse immediately.

their fucking conversation. every time i started to calm down while reading it i would suddenly remember that technically it never happened, that these charles and max, and this version of love they have for each other, never existed, and i would break down all over again. incredible experience 10/10 would totally recommend

fun fact i promised myself i won’t read the latest wygig chapter until i write the comment about lazarus rises and i couldn’t find the words for it for more than a week. still think that all this rambling wasn’t enough because i need you to know how much i loved it. yes, i suffered and i cried, but it was beautiful and amazing and i loved every moment! i’m really glad you decided to finish and post it, it’s going to be one of those fics that stay in mind for years for me. so thank you!! 💗💗

and now i can finally read the new chapter! will report back once i finish reading 🫡

wait bc the amount of times people have told me they don't know anything about f1/lestappen but Lazarus rises (or even wygig) are their first fic for the fandom .... idk how ya'll do it fr.

anyway. I'm glad you liked the structure! it's funny bc I used to play with structure so much more, and then I kind of found my rhythm in my current style and stopped experimenting. but I love doing new things, and with wygig I don't often get the chance to do it. so branching out with style is always so fun!

I HAVE SUCH A SOFT SPOT FOR YOUNG MAX!! he was so adorable but also just so sad?? like baby max crying about Charles unfollowing him?? baby max feeling like nobody likes him?? baby max being home bc he doesn't have any friends??? my darling booyyyyyy

the apron thing was diabolical on my behalf tbh. so was the grave part. ALSO the bit where new Charles asked new Max whether old Charles was happy to see him ... I was legit sobbing. fr there's a pic in my photo album of me with tears streaking down my face wondering why the fuck I decided to do this to myself lmao.

anyway!! I'm so glad you enjoyed it!!! it was a beautiful story to write, so I'm so happy that that experience translated into the reading as well.

[mythical-bookworm]

Thanks for the tag! I only joined to fandom in September, so I haven't been here or done anything for to long haha

Also @cheriboms thanks for the tag as well, I was already working on this reblog when you tagged me whoops.

1. Twice....I swear TV never shows it- *starts crying*

2. No, but I want some!

3. I am not a fan of 90 percent of soda, including Pepsi! Nor do I like sugar free stuff...

4. 'Cause I Might Not Make It Back

Look, guys. I love the amnesia trope. Young Emmett and Marty is amazing. This is two birds with one stone.

5. YOU WANT ME TO DECIDE?????

Okay, for humor reasons:

For content reasons:

For awesome looking reasons:

6. Yes sir! I have several incomplete/abandoned fanfics so the only one I've posted is Doctober 2023, but I learned so much from that!

As for art I have done several, but my favorite one has to be this:

7. Zero times 😎

8. Uhhh, see I never recognize actors so if I did I didn't know lol

9. Ok so we got a new car and we were testing it's Bluetooth and we used my playlist. Power of Love came on and Dad was like "Huey Lewis? Wow." And I was just like "I have some random things on here-" ;-;

10. Idk, I don't count that haha, but def a good amount. But I did just fall yesterday on top of my cousin hehe.

11. So I didn't GO see it cause it's across the country. However I found an uhm...another way to watch it.

Needless to say AAAAAAAA ITS AMAZING! All of Marty's little quirks are there and hilarious! Little details about his and Doc's friendship are so adorable! Everyone plays their character perfectly! Awesome songs! 10/10!

12. Funny thing. This question made me realize I have no clue how my parents met. I know they met in collage...and that's it. Whoops.

13. "Silence, Earthling!"

14. Run in the rain- Yes! Marching season overlaps monsoon season so once or twice we were forced to run with our instruments in a panic out of the rain (because there's lightning near and we need to get back inside)

Pull an all nighter- Literally pulled my first all nighter 2 days ago! Me and my cousins swore we wouldn't sleep. The youngest failed at 4 but me and the oldest made it past sunrise at 7 am. She then literally passed out and I got bored so I went to sleep for 3 hours.

Read Science Fiction- Yup!

Drive thru Burger King- Didn't do drive thru, but walked in. Fun story, me and my friends just came back from a comic-con so we all walked in full cosplay! We gave the employees a laugh, especially when the one dressed as Michel Myers came in first with no context haha.

15. I dunno! I have a lot of things ahead of me, but I'm trying not to stress too hard. I'm just going to go with the flow.

Not gonna tag anyone here as a lot have already done this and I'm doing this last minute. But if you want to do it, go right ahead!

BTTF Year-End Tag Game!

This year:

How many times would you guess you watched the first back to the future movie?

Did you get any sweet bttf merch? If so, what!

How many cans of Pepsi Free did you chug this year?

What was a favorite bttf fanfic you read this year?

A favorite bttf fanart you saw this year? (please give us a link, not a screencap/repost!)

Did you create any bttf fanart or fanfic? If you did, what one(s) are you proudest of?

How many times were you late for school this year?

Did you watch any other movies/tv shows with BTTF actors in them?

Was there a memorable moment you heard a Huey Lewis song this year?

How many times did you fall down this year?

Did you get to see BTTF: The Musical? What was your experience like!

How many times did your mom retell the story of how she and your father met?

If you could describe your year in a BTTF quote, which one would it be?

⚡️LIGHTNING ROUND⚡️ Did you get to: go on any trains, skate on a skateboard, ride a horse, drive a Delorean, run in the rain, go to a dance, hang up a clock, play the guitar, pull an all-nighter, read science fiction, or drive thru Burger King this year?

Your future is whatever you make it! So what are you going to make of this coming year?

I tag: @agentmcfly24601 @moonlightandstarshimmer @brinkle-brackle @bg-sparrow @bttf-dork @mrfutureboy @pepsifox88 @tsukinikawatteus @itsthemorph @synthsays and anyone who would like to answer these questions! as always, no pressure!

[mooodyblue]

hii! i hav a request, Elvis shooting one of his guns while hanging w/ the Memphis mafia & y/n is present in the room, but she get very frightened bcuz she was unaware of him even owning guns. Which this leads to elvis asking everyone to leave & he just starts comforting her, just him giving big dom but gentle daddy energy!!😭

such a sweet request!! thank you ❣️i hate guns so much idk how id survive with elvis LOL

warnings: little space, mentions of guns

wc: 962

masterlist

you weren't exactly in your headspace today, but there was a part of you that wanted to slip. however, elvis had his entourage over today and while they knew about it, you didn't want to ruin elvis's day.

elvis was too busy talking business and such amongst his mafia to really pay attention to you, which was bumming you out a little but that was okay. just being in his presence was enough. you weren't paying much attention to the conversation anyway. you were just sitting on the floor, mindlessly toying with the recently vacuumed carpet.

now, you hadn't been with elvis for very long. you knew his quirks and he knew yours, he was always gentle and soft with you just as you were careful to not overstep when it came to him and his work. he loved you dearly though and he loved taking care of you, you were his baby. he even asked you that morning if you were okay to hang around today before asking them to come over.

however, you did not know about elvis and his guns. you'd heard rumors before getting with him, but you never saw him pull one out or saw them around the house so you assumed it was just a lie.

you sat up slightly the moment elvis brought them up, talking about keeping everyone armed for the upcoming tour.

"oh-i got a new one for y'all. look at this beauty!" elvis lifted up the leg of his pants slightly to pull the small weapon from his boot, holding it in his hand as he showed it off. "ain't she pretty? picked this one up yesterday."

your eyes widened at the gun in his hand, panic arising in your chest. since when did this man actually own guns?! "elvis-"

"hold on baby," he got up to show it to his friends, clicking it and showing the details on it. it wasn't until he loaded it and clicked it when you began to really panic, sinking in your chair and slightly shielding yourself while everyone else in the room didn't even budge, no concern on their faces.

he aimed the gun at a frame on the wall, clicking the weapon and immediately pulling the trigger. while everyone went back to admiring object in his hands, going back to their regular conversations-you were in your chair, hands over your ears, curled up in a ball as you shook slightly, rocking back and forth.

it took a few minutes for elvis to notice your panicked state, putting the safety back on the gun and setting it aside. "baby?" he rushed to your side, putting a hand on your shoulder. "oh no, did daddy scare ya? honey, i'm sorry."

everyone stared at you, confused and unsure of what to do. charlie began to approach the two of you, "do you-"

elvis raised his hand, "charlie, i need every single one of ya outta my house right this instant." he said sternly.

"are you sure? is there anything we can do?" he asked.

"y'all can turn around, walk out that door, and not speak of this ever again, that's what ya can do." he pointed at the door while his other was on you, caressing your shoulder. they stood there for another second, elvis pointed at the door again. "now." he said again, that stern, angry expression on his face was enough to get them ushering out of the room and, hopefully, out of the house.

soft, gentle sobs left from your mouth as you continued to rock yourself back and forth. the combination of fear of getting yelled at for ruining his day combined with the sudden scare from the gun running through your body was overwhelming.

"baby, look at me, look at daddy." he cooed,

you stopped your rocking, looking at him from behind your knees. "mad?"

"not at all. that's all on me, baby. i should have given ya a warning." he sat in front of you on the floor, holding his arms out. "c'mere, lemme hold ya for a bit. daddy's got you."

you crawled into his lap as he wrapped his arms securely around you. "was loud, daddy."

he sighed, "i know darlin'," he pulled away, allowing you to straddle his lap as you looked at him with sad eyes. "now, don't look so sad. c'mon, where's that smile?" he pinched your cheek and gave your nose a boop before going to hold both of your hands.

the corners of your lips perked up, wiggling your hands in his playfully.

"that's my baby! oh my pretty lil' baby, what are we gonna do with ya?" he chuckled. "we okay now?"

you nodded, still slightly shaken up but much better now that you were alone with elvis. "daddy?" "hm?" you squeezed his hands. "do you have a lot of those?" you asked, pointing at the weapon still on the table.

he looked over at it then back at you. "don't worry about it, baby. i'll keep 'em away from you." he reassured. "i ain't gonna let anything or anyone hurt ya, that's why i got 'em all over the house. it's nothin' but for your own protection." he tapped your nose again, "don't want my baby gettin' hurt do we?"

you shook your head and threw yourself onto elvis, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly, causing elvis to almost stumble back as he let out a small laugh. "now you're just bein' silly! what's goin' on huh?"

you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "i just love my daddy a lot! i love that he cares about me."

he gave you a warm smile, his heart melting. "that i do, honey. love ya much much more."

[starlight-writer]

Okay thanks and sincerely, fuck you (affectionate). I hardly ever get genuinely pained reading something online but congradulations ig. THE ANGST. JUST 🤌🤌🤌

but wait hear me out, what if, ikik crazy, but like it turns out reader was playing the Marc Card™ and "protecting" our beloved' from either the reader themselves, or also maybe more the situation they're in (equivalent to idk, perhaps the extreme and less than uh, pleasant circumstances dear marc, steven and jake have tied to their lives. superhero shit, family trauma, anything) OR they're just as fucked up in the head and emotionally constipated and such, and is under the impression they're, again, saving the guys from "having to deal with" the reader's shit instead of using communication like a sane fucking person in a relationship. But hey, couples goals amarite 🥰

Or both. Both can be good

Happy ending or not (bittersweet too, that counts), I am in no way suggesting this is healthy and reader shouldn't be sorry and recieve forgiveness, or not. especially knowing and reading abt how much it affected the whole system. call this self indulgent af man; and please don't write, respond or keep reading if this makes you uncomfortable in any way

In hindsight, I really should have placed that warning before the ask started truly getting into it. additionally, since I'm especially off with memory today, this is all in reference to your divorce drabble/headcanons btw

Thanks 2(x) for reading this far into my ramblings, and for sharing your bomb ass writing. again, it's hard for me to feel connected with the whole y/n shebang fandoms have going on, and, despite all odds, you pulled it off

Don't know how to end these things so yayy parting thumbs up👍

Divorce Pt. 2

A/n: CRYING, ROLLING ON THE FLOOR, SCREAMING, POUNDING MY FISTS Thank you so much for this!! I am literally so excited about this!! (Also sorry for taking so long to write this, I'm a little behind on requests lol)

((I will make a part three for if reader left to protect themselves from the Moon Knight side of things so this part is if reader left due to person issues so double the content!))

Warnings: yelling, anger, talk of depression, talk of panic attacks, talks of trauma, this ain't gonna be a fun ride

Gn! Reader Masterlist

Steven

Steven is the most calm out of Jake and Marc, but that's more like being the smartest guy on the football team

It's a really low bar to meet

Steven tries to be understanding in every situation he's in, truly

His mindset is 'you never know what someone's going through' and he takes it to heart

But this?

He finds it very hard to be understanding

He doesn't even want you here, but he let you through the front door, so it must mean something right?

After explaining in full enough detail as to why you did what you did, Steven is silent

Eerily silent

It feels like the silence in a horror movie before a monster jumps out

This is the part where I could say 'and one did, Jake starts yelling at you' but that's not what happens

Steven starts yelling at you

He starts yelling at you in a way you've only ever seen Marc or Jake do

And it was never directed at you before

It scares you

Steven is so irate, he doesn't notice you shrinking in on yourself

But if he did, I don't think he'd care

Not anymore

"You led us on, you led me on, for years! You made me think I deserved kindness, happiness, love, just to drop me and make me feel like I was worth nothing! I'm sorry you went through so much and I'm sorry you're still dealing with it, but Gods! That doesn't give you the right to completely toy with us and leave when you feel trapped! You're supposed to talk to us about it! Or at least text me if you didn't want to say anything!"

"We could've worked it out. We could've... We were married. That means you at least cared about us a little, right?"

Steven's anger eventually dies and fades into depression and heartbreak

At this moment he wishes you never showed up, never tried to fix anything

He was content with walking through life, blaming himself and thinking you were an angel that got stuck with an annoying gremlin

Cause how could you do any wrong?

Steven asks you to leave, barely above a whisper

If you don't move, he will

He'll lock himself in his room until you do

You may have thought you were helping, that you were easing his confusion and pain

You were wrong

All you did was set in motion another depressive episode and make Steven feel like the worst husband

He thinks, just for a second, that he must've been so terrible at comforting you and letting you know that he was there for you

And a second is all it takes for Steven to believe it

Marc

He starts laughing

Like, maniacal laughing

"You think you can just walk in here and give me some sorry ass excuse?"

"You married us, knowing you couldn't handle it, you married us! You stood at the alter, said vows you took the time to write, said yes after having the chance of leaving, and waited months after to say you didn't want this anymore?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

Unlike Steven, Marc's rage doesn't settle into depression

It sits and festers until the moment you leave

He doesn't turn violent like Jake, but he looks seconds away from destroying the apartment

Even if you manage to explain further through Marc's yelling, it doesn't register that you were in pain or suffering

It doesn't even register that your slinking away in fear at the growing redness of Marc's face

"Why'd you even come here?! To make shit worse?!"

"Of course not! I thought-"

"You've already practically killed Steven! Did you come back to finish us off?"

"No! I was trying to-"

"I can't believe I trusted you! I-"

Marc cuts himself off, digging his palms into his eyes and sniffling

He's crying

Whether in anger, frustration, sadness, or all three, it doesn't matter

He's breaking down right in front of you and you know he must truly be broken to show such vulnerability in front of someone he hates

He yells at you to leave, to leave and never come back

Don't look at him, don't breathe next to him, don't even think about him

And don't ever, ever, try to call Steven

Marc will not hesitate to visit you in his suit

That's a lie, he'd never do that

Even now, after all the pain you caused him, he could never hurt you

Once you finally leave with Marc in tears, he finally falls to the floor and cries

He cries for hours and hours, unable to move or stop

He yells into his hands in agony and frustration

Why did nothing go right for him?

Was he cursed?

Doomed to never have a happy ending?

Your visit didn't help anyone or anything

You should've stayed home

Jake

Absolutely furious

Nothing can calm him down, Steven and Marc have no chance of forcing him into the head space if they tried (though it's not like they want to)

He doesn't let you in, but he walks around the apartment, yelling at you

No, not yelling

Screaming

He can't step back and think about your explanation, what is means and how it ties into your relationship

Lord help his neighbors because he will definitely throw something

Not at you, never at you

He may think he's a monster, willing to cross almost any line to fulfill his mission, but hurting you is one of the few strict lines he will never cross

He will throw things around you, slamming a lamp into the wall, throwing glass onto the floor

And while he is enraged, he's not blind

He sees his effect on you, how scared you look at him

And he thinks 'finally. finally I see how you really feel about me'

Tears remain in his eyes, not willing to fall and give you the satisfaction

He continues yelling and throwing things, hoping to scare you away

And it works

And when he's finally alone, he dissolves into sobs

He doesn't care who might walk past the open door and see him

He just cries and cries

He can't maintain the energy of being mad as much as he wants to

He may be able to do that in front of Steven and Marc, but the second he saw your face

All he wanted to do was bury his face in your neck and hold you

Apologize for his wrong doings and pray you would at least talk to him

But seeing how Steven and Marc dealt with your absence

And seeing how much you managed to wiggle into his heart before destroying it

He couldn't allow his feelings to control his mind

His top priority has always been, and will continue to be Steven and Marc

And he's willing to sacrifice everything to ensure they're safe

They're happy

And you took away their happiness

You will never be allowed in their apartment again, let alone their hearts

Jake will make sure of it

You will regret visiting

One day, everything is going to come full circle

And Jake isn't afraid of the man he might become to get the closure his brothers deserve

(beta reader note : ouchie two electric boogaloo.)

[mx-kay]

hiii!!! i just gotta tell you this scenario I’ve been thinking about!🥺

Dustin goes out into the woods (maybe to the picnic table Eddie was at with Chrissy) to clear his mind cause he misses Eddie so much. Dustin sits there crying out Eddie’s name, tears are pouring from his eyes as he thinks about Eddie, but poor Dustin is totally unaware that Eddie is alive and was turned into a giant, who of course is secretly watching Dustin from afar and his giant heart is breaking at the sight of Dustin crying😭

Hold On

Mini Giant!Eddie & Human!Dustin

Rating : T, SFW

Word Count : 2,621

TW : Several mentions of death, description of distorted body parts (not gore!!!), small mention of the Satanic Panic, very brief mention of self mutilation

Extra : I may have took a little creative liberty on this because I love vampire Eddie and also love when people give him a monstrous look that just happens to be mini giant sized. If you want one where he’s just a giant, send another ask in and I’ll write another version! Also, I apologize if this doesn’t flow very well. I wrote half of this while I was sick and Dustin was also really hard for me to write. Idk why, I think it’s because we’ve never really seen him grieve on screen so I had nothing to go off of. Hope he’s not too OOC. (Eddie’s design was inspired by l33chjar on TikTok, though more proportionate.)

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It was around mid-April when the rumors started up.

Small towns were often known for how quickly gossip spread, and with Hawkins now dwindling population it was definitely no exception. The small handful of people who still dared to live there were quick to hear of the massive shadow now said to haunt the woodlands near the school. As if there wasn’t already reason enough to keep their kids locked indoors at all times.

As most rumors of this nature went, people couldn’t seem to come to an agreement on what it looked like. Some claimed it had an almost human appearance, despite its ink colored fur and ivory claws. Others would call it beastly, with sharp fangs and giant wings and glowing red eyes. Despite all the differing opinions though, one thing was always the same. The creature was massive. Easily over twelve feet standing upright. People claimed it was a sign that the devil was indeed in Hawkins, a few going as far as to say it was summoned by Eddie Munson through his ritual sacrifices.

Those who knew the truth about what laid beneath Hawkins were in just as much confusion on what it could possibly be. Demogorgons were definitely tall, but they weren’t that tall. The Mind Flayer was also a possibility, but even then there were details that didn’t add up. Other key details used to describe the creature were its glowing red eyes and giant pair of bat-like wings. Creatures of the Upside Down didn’t have faces, and the demobats were simply too small to be a possibility. Had they somehow evolved? Or was this an entirely new monstrosity they had yet to face?

No one was quite sure, and it put them all on edge.

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Dustin knew he shouldn’t be here. Especially not alone. Not only had his mother basically banned him from going, Steve had also had several fights with him over going back. The woods near the school were a no-go zone, a place he should be absolutely nowhere near until they knew exactly what they were up against. Whatever was in there would more than likely not hesitate to kill or seriously maim.

Despite all this, the countless hours of hearing the adults of the group repeat it over and over and over, here he stood. Maybe a yard away from the tree line. The sun was slowly sinking behind the trees, casting him in a dark shadow and causing him to shiver. The spring weather was still clinging to the air, meaning it was almost cold in the shade. Maple seeds laid scattered in the grass as the evening birds sang. It was peaceful.

God this was a bad idea, he knew it was, but he was here anyways. He had to be. Eddie’s memorial was here, one Dustin had set up himself. Were they really expecting to keep him from visiting? “I’m never going to hear the end of this,” he muttered, already picturing Steve’s rant when he got back. Honestly, they probably should have expected him to come here. He wasn’t quite known for his keen sense of judgement after the whole Dart incident.

Taking a deep breath and shaking out the nerves, Dustin took a step forward. “Into the Death Star.”

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Never in his entire life did Eddie Munson think he would hate trees as much as he did right now.

Well, maybe life. Was he alive? He still didn’t quite know the answer to that one. He quite vividly remembered not being alive for a moment, of shaky hands gripping him tight as Dustin cried over him. Pretty soon after everything went black, though, he’d sat up in a terrible coughing fit and feeling like he was having the absolute worst hangover. His entire body felt as if it’s been pulled inside out or something of the like. For a moment he simply had to relearn how to breathe.

It was only after his brain seemed to finally reboot that he noticed the physical changes. He had thought the feeling of wrongness was just the thick air of the Upside Down surrounding him, not his entire fucking body now stretched out like a piece of taffy. His already gangly limbs were now abnormally long and ended in black fur and sharp claws. That wasn’t even as bad as the new appendages he now sported, the large pointed bat ears and massive wings and whipping tail.

He didn’t quite have a definite number for the amount of panic attacks he’s had since his “rebirth”.

After crawling his way out of one of the massive cracks now tearing through Hawkins, Eddie’s first instinct was to find the rest of his party. When something as big as this happened, it was never good to have the party separated. With a little trial and error — or just him figuring out his now heightened sense of hearing and smell — he found himself in the woods surrounding Hawkins High. It seems most of Hawkins was now situated in the gym after losing their homes to the “earthquake”. It took all of his willpower not to run out and hug his uncle when he first saw him exit the building, even more so when he saw the necklace currently around his neck. Eddie’s necklace, the one he used in the Upside Down. Dustin must have grabbed it from him specifically to give to Wayne. God, they probably told him he was dead. Everyone either thought he was a murderer or dead.

He wanted to tell everyone he was alright. Well, alright as he could be after coming back to life looking like the demon everyone thought he was. Point is, Eddie hated that he couldn’t tell them he was alive. There were just too many people that could see him. The close calls he’d already had were enough to keep him farther back from the school. There was just never a good chance to get anyone’s attention without alerting the whole town. So he kept to the woods.

Woods meant trees though, and branches that just loved to snag as his new pair of wings. They were cool in theory, but actually having them was torture. “I’m gonna start purposefully tearing off branches at this point,” he grumbled to himself, tail lashing slightly behind him and nearly hitting the picnic table. That was an odd feeling as well. It was like having a second, more flexible spine connected to his ass. Uncomfortable. He wondered if it would grow back like a lizard’s if he tore it off, but knew he really probably shouldn’t test that theory. He needed it for balance anyways, with his legs now far more resembling an animal’s than normal human ones. Jesus, he’d already had to deal with body dysphoria before the incident, this was not helping.

A branch snapped up the path leading to the picnic table.

Eddie froze mid-step in his pacing, ears swiveling as his head turned in the sound’s direction. Shit. Shit. He’d been so lost in his head that he hadn’t heard the approaching footfall. It was close too, a quick but heavy step that seemed to have a purpose. God, Jesus, he was so fucking screwed. What if it was a hunter? Someone who’d come specifically to see if they could take down the mighty beast lurking in the high school forest? What if they had a gun and shot at him? What if it didn’t miss? He couldn’t breathe, his brain fuzzy with panic. Turning, he scrambled into the woods, flattening himself to the forest floor and, for once in his life, praying to anything out there that he wouldn’t be spotted.

The person entered the clearing the moment he stilled.

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Dropping his bag, Dustin sat at the table with a heavy sigh. There were only a few things scattered over the top, moved from their original spots by the forces of nature, but he quickly placed it all back in the center. It wasn’t much. A bag of DnD dice and a few figurines, a handful of guitar picks, a Hellfire shirt, and a few other things. Most of it was placed here himself. It wasn’t much, but it was the best he could do in these circumstances. It hurt that he couldn’t do more.

“Hey Eddie.”

He liked to do this when he was alone here. Talk, act like nothing ever happened and Eddie was sitting right across from him. Pretend it was all ok.

“Sorry I haven’t been around. Steve went all mom mode and wouldn’t let me come. I think they’re all overreacting, we all know the Upside Down creatures hate fire. We could just burn whatever son of a bitch that’s in the woods.”

He looked back down at the backpack he’d brought with him. It wasn’t a flamethrower, but he had brought a lighter and a can of hairspray. He wasn’t stupid enough to not come at least somewhat prepared.

“Good news, Max is awake! She’s always complaining about how much her legs and arms hurt. Mostly just doing it to annoy us and boss us around, but everyone’s giving her a pass on that one. I think everyone’s just relieved she’s okay.”

He stopped for a moment, staring down at the pile laid out in front of him.

“She uh, she asked about you.”

The room had gone quiet as Max had questioned where Eddie was. Even if no one had immediately given her an answer, the silence said enough. They could tell it hurt her, even if she acted nonchalant about it. She wasn’t the only one. Everyone in the Hawkins group was mourning in their own way.

He could feel his eyes start to burn. “Jesus,” he sniffed, trying to wipe the tears away. It didn’t seem to help. “You know, I told Steve one time that if he died, I’d die. It was back in the secret Russian base I never got to tell you about. I think that-” he voice cracked. “I think that applied to you too.” He might not have physically died, but he didn’t feel alive either. Grief killed. He could feel something in him had died that day, was maybe still dying. His eyes burned, his throat burned, his chest burned. It burned and ached and ate him inside and left him feeling empty and hollow and dead.

He sobbed, “Why did you do it?” He’d asked himself that question so many times it felt like a personal mantra. “You could have climbed up and we could have covered the gate or hidden or something. We could have figured something out! Steve said don’t be a hero and you said you wouldn’t and then you did, and that’s bullshit! Bullshit! We have a rule in the party, friends don’t lie, and you broke it. You broke it and I hate you for it!” The yells tapered off into full body crying.

He was angry and hurt and almost missed the soft croaking sob from farther in the woods, “I deserve that.”

Dustin froze. He sniffed, trying to wipe his tears from his face. God, that voice. That voice, it sounded like … no, not it couldn’t be. There was no way. No possible way. “…Eddie?” The call was small and tentative, almost like he was afraid of being caught saying it. Like someone would jump out and laugh at him for even thinking of the possibility.

There was a moment of silence. Maybe he was just hearing things. Finally lost his mind from this.

“…Shit.”

There was a loud shuffling noise in the more shadowed part of the woods across the table from him. Dustin shot up from his seat, mouth gaping before he rushed to get around the bench. “Holy fucking shit, Eddie, is that you?!” he yelled, sprinting for the trees.

Something large snapped up in the shadows, quickly followed by Eddie’s voice, “Woah woah woah woah, hey, stop for a moment! Don’t come any closer!”

The frantic and frankly frightened sounding cry was confusing enough to stop him in his tracks. “Eddie, what…” The question went unfinished.

There was a sigh and a sniffle, “First off, you really need to watch your mouth. Don’t think Mama Harrington would like it too much if he caught you saying that.” Dustin rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to reply but was cut off. “Second…second, is…” He paused for a moment, almost sounding choked. “I’m not the same, Henderson,” he finally let out, “I think those bats might have done a little more than take a bite out of me.”

The admission hung in the air for a moment. A frown crossed his face, “What do you mean? Like, what, you’re a zombie now? Are you an Upside Down zombie?”

Something about that was funny as Eddie let out a soft snort of laughter, but it was quickly shot down, “No, no new affinity for brains.” He paused again before speaking, “Try blood.”

Dustin seemed to think on that for a moment before looking back towards the shadow in the woods he was sure was Eddie. “You’re a vampire?” he asked as if to get affirmation, but shook his head before Eddie could speak. “You know what, I don’t care what you look like, I’m coming in.”

The shadow sunk down into the bushes, “Henderson, Henderson, that’s not a good idea man-“

“No!”

It was quiet again, besides his hiccuping breaths. Dustin shook his head, tears springing back up. “No, Eddie.” His voice was cracking again. “The last thing I saw you do was die. I watched you die and it’s been on repeat in the back of my mind ever since! So I don’t care what you look like, I just care about seeing you alive so I don’t have to keep seeing you dead in my arms!” The last sentence seemed to echo through the forest for a moment, clinging to whatever it hit. The silence was near deafening, the trees themselves seeming to hold their breath.

A watery laugh echoed back, “Glad to see you haven’t changed Dustin.” He took a breath, and followed with a much softer, “Just, don’t freak out. Please.” And then the forest seemed to move.

Dustin gaped at the now massive shape, instinctively taking a step back as it rose. “Holy shit,” he breathed out, his brain trying to process what exactly he was seeing. Two points stuck out from the top of the head, reminiscent of horns, as two wing-like shapes devoured the rest of the body in shadow. Red pupils seemed to glow from the depths of the curly halo of hair around its head. His head craned back as the form began to walk forward and oh shit that thing was huge and he couldn’t help a few more steps back and-

There was Eddie. Eddie, who he saw die and who was now here. Eddie, the closest person besides Steve that he’d ever considered a brother. Eddie, who now had wings and fur and claws and oh those were bat ears not horns and was that a tail and never mind it didn’t matter he was here and honestly looked like a kicked puppy and Dustin could help but let out a sob and reach up for a hug.

He instantly knelt down and pulled him close, though was careful of his sharper edges. He could feel Dustin shaking as he sobbed into him, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt. “I’m sorry,” Eddie whispered. He’d hurt the kid. Even if he’d been trying to save his life, he’d hurt him. “I’m so sorry.”

And for a moment, as the sun set, they simply held on.