#i would fight him for a corn chip

[poisonousquinzel]

"I'm nobody. I haven't done anything with my life like you have."

Todd Phillips, Scott Silver, Lady Gaga genuinely, lovingly, fuck you.

I will never forgive you. I hope every day your bones get softer and softer and then one day when you're not expecting it, I shall be there, and I will gnaw through your Achilles heel<3

[batsandbugs]

Bruce Wayne's Headache Class. System: Sneak Peak 1

“I insist he assigns the blame to me,” grumbles Damian, his mouth twisted in a frustrated frown. “He refuses. The entire scheme was my idea, down to the very verbage used, and yet he still continues to blame Marinette, and refers to her in an uncouth, slanderous manner.  If he continues to insist upon said belligerent name calling I will be taking matters into my own hands and he will find himself contending with my blade.” 

Bruce blinks at the hissed statement. It’s vicious, it’s descriptive, and it wouldn’t be out of place if Talia had said it. The pit of anxiety in his stomach triples. “Against your own brother?” he forces himself to ask, even though he’s pretty sure he knows the answer. 

“I would sell him to Satan for one corn chip,” Damian says, face totally blank, tone serious. Bruce can’t tell if he’s joking or not. “Marinette has done nothing to deserve his name calling. It was a trick, he fell for it, and they lost. He can dislike her.” Damian rolls his eyes and huffs. “Even if I think it is a childish grudge, but the insults will cease or I will make him cease.”

(I swear I'm going to get this damn chapter completed. It's just fighting me. Here's a little something to prove I'm not dead!)

[bamsara]

feel free to ignore this ask if it's too spoilery, but what kind of sibling relationship did narinder have with the other bishops before the betrayal?

was it more of a "i have a formal obligation to you since we're related" or "gods forbid you ask me for a singular corn chip, but i would kill someone for you"

Def the second one. Please pardon me because I'm about to ramble for a long minute.

The relationship between him and his siblings are very much built on sibling rivlerly but also care. They might have had spats about godhood and domains and spars with power, but they still supported each other and cared for each other; when you're an immortal god, really the only company you'll have in the end who understands you is your immortal siblings.

They will scold each other, help each other, tease and mock each other, maybe playfully sabotouge eachother, but they were eachothers family.

I've put some hints into it in my fic so I hope it's okay if I explain/point out some of them:

They helped each other with their domains and temples, respectivly, and sparred with one another, which is how I hc how Narinder is able to give The Lamb advice on how to fight them. They sqaubbled and bickered but it was all in care, and they had each other for eons.They were each other's support pillars.

At least back then. Now, there's a bitterness and resentment, not just between Narinder and the siblings but also the siblings themselves, possibly because of how the situation with Narinder went. Kallamar himself says to to kill Shamura and not him, and that it was not his idea to chain Narinder. Heket talks about grief and suffering:

Heket's ingame dialogue:

They both speak of suffering and grief. Possibly, suffering because of the pain sewn through the family when everything fell apart, and grief I can only imagine because they felt like they had to kill and/or chain their brother in the afterlife. Clearly there is love, or there used to be love in the family, and that love is lost or killed now. Suffering and grief. Resentment; because even after everything; Narinder, is STILL causing rifts and suffering for the family.

Kallamar's dialogue:

Kallamar is absolutley terrified of Narinder, his younger brother, who is the God of Death, and states that it was not his idea to chain him for his 'ideals'. Possibly because Narinder's crime was to create resurrection, to undo death, which would be wonderful for somone like Kallamar who is so deeply afraid of dying and suffers from cowardice. I imagine that Kallamar did not agree with his sibling's will to chain Narinder but didn't have the spine to go against them when Narinder threatened to unbalance everything. Thus; some resentment.

Shamura's ingame dialogue:

Shamura states that overtime Narinder grew discontent with being the limitations of Death. This is possibly when he began to look into creating the concept of resurrection, something that would reverse the 'absolute'. Possibly he would be very powerful with the ability to reverse death as many would seek that sort of safety. But it horrificly unbalances the nature of things.

How? The promise of Resurrection makes sacrifice and the fear of death useless.

Heket cannot control her followers with the promise of feasts or threats of famine if they can simply come back from death of starvation. Kallamar's followers would not fear disease or sickness if they were just going to revive after dying. Those who worship Shamura would not try to gain their favor for war, battle or knowledge if they were able to just resurrect if they lost. I'm not sure how it would affect Leshy's following, but I can imagine it's the same kind of outcome.

And still Shamura loved their brother, even aknowledging that they, the four siblings, were the ones to betray Narinder in the end. 'Of your own turned against you'.

It was Shamura that made the decision to chain Narinder in the underworld. It was Shamura who blames themselves for planting the idea of change, that something could be better, into Narinder's head, and it was Shamura who realized that the freedom of change that was allowed to themselves could not be allowed to Death himself, and made the other siblings join them to seal The One Who Waits away.

I'd like to think that the siblings each loved their family, at least before. There's resentment and bitterness now, hatred from betrayal and animosity between not just Narinder but possibly a little through the four siblings as well.

That being said, Shamura clearly still cares about Narinder or at least thinks back on him fondly in the dialogue of the blame. I'd like to think that there's grief like Heket says, and the others feel the same. They grieve him.

And in my story, I'd like to think that Narinder grieves them too.

So yeah. It was def 'a gods forbid you ask me for a singular corn chip, but i would kill someone for you' type of family, at least before it all went to hell.

[scribescrawls]

Thinking about Transformers One Liege Maximo and how he never went bad in TFOne. In the wiki in other versions I saw he had the moniker of “The Prime of Lies” and I like to think he still was in TFOne, but instead of using those skills for evil he used them to protect his fellow Primes and Cybertron. Liege Maximo using his skills in manipulation, scheming, and lying to create strategies that help them get the upper hand in the war with the Quintessons that might be underhanded but ultimately saves more lives. But also sometimes lying to motivate others or cheer them up as well in terms of keeping up morale (for example imagine him lying to someone that he asked Primus himself to give a person luck to succeed in a task that they are too scared to do that helps them succeed in doing it even though he never asked Primus anything. But he does it because he knows the person had the ability to do the task already just that their fears and self doubt were holding them back so he lies to give them the confidence they need. Liege Maximo going ‘I told them Primus has given them for this specific task his blessing of luck’ and his fellow Primes side eye him like ‘Bro you know that’s not how that works’ and he responds ‘I know that, but it worked look how much more confident the bot is!’). And yes sometimes these plans he makes toe the line of what is morally right, but that’s what he has his fellow Primes for. I imagine he and Prima sometimes get into arguments about what is going too far or if certain strategies cross a line ethically, but I like to think that in this version instead of it tearing them apart it makes the team stronger as they find compromises that combine both their ideals until they find a plan that they both agree to with everyone.

I’m also so fascinated by the different possibilities of the High Guard personally knowing the Thirteen Primes. I like the idea of TFOne Liege Maximo being a mentor figure for Starscream in the past before Sentinel’s betrayal and kind of took Starscream on as his personal student in a way because he saw himself in the other. Liege Maximo going “oh he just like me for real” seeing a younger Starscream who is not yet leader of the High Guard lie to an enemy to get them to lower their guard and when they hesitate to kill him he stabs the enemy in the back. Him observing Starscream use cunning in battle to win his fights that keeps himself and those under his command alive and thinks this one reminds me of me and he has potential to be great. Liege Maximo becoming his mentor and over the years they also become good friends. I like to headcanon that Liege Maximo loves to cause problems on purpose for his own amusement and likes to pull pranks on his fellow Primes with Amalgamous who is also a known prankster. I imagine the other Primes are exasperatedly fond of their antics. I like to think once Liege Maximo takes Starscream as his protégé he ropes him into helping them pull pranks with them.

I’m fascinated by the potential of TFOne Starscream before Sentinel’s betrayal still being a manipulator, liar, and schemer but at the same time someone who was loyal to the Thirteen Primes and believed in the cause they were fighting for of defending Cybertron. Like I still think he’s someone who would put himself first in terms of saving his own life, but I think he also does care for those under him and does his best to keep them alive too. I think he’s always been strong on self preservation, but I also think he lives by a certain honor code and has certain principles he stubbornly abides by even if most people would at first glance think he’d sell you out for one corn chip. I think this is most telling if we look at how not once did Starscream try to join Sentinel or the Quintessons by pledging his loyalty to them to save his own skin even if it might of been easier and instead chooses to live 50 cycles in hiding/on the run being hunted down on the dangerous surface with a planet whose flow of energon has stopped and still tries to sabotage Sentinel from the shadows and hates his guts for the betrayal. He did fail in attacking/killing Sentinel, but I think it’s important to note that he successfully kept everyone alive at the same time too.

After Sentinal’s betrayal and watching the Primes be killed in front of him in addition to being hunted down on the surface together with the rest of the High Guard for 50 cycles I think he slowly becomes disillusioned with the world and more cruel and ruthless as he does whatever is needed for their survival.

I headcanon that Megatronus Prime was usually the one commanding the High Guard and directing them in battle and that Starscream did really look up to him too and admired his strength. But I headcanon that Megatronus Prime was so strong that his approach to battle is very charge head on and brutally beat your opponent into the ground as a way to protect everyone else. A warrior who charges straight at the enemy and gets things done brutally and efficiently, very similar to D-16/Megatron’s fighting style. However, I think Megatronus was also way more experienced and was also able to direct the High Guard in a way that worked with multiple differing fighting styles that meshed different approaches to maximize the strength of their fighting force. (Which is partially why I think Starscream followed Megatron in the end, one he did manage to rip Sentinel in half, but also he might have thought D-16/Megatron had the potential to be a leader worth following and associated any similarities with a sense of hope that Megatron might become someone like his past leader Megatronus). Meanwhile, I think Starscream is more of an ‘analyze your opponent and then strike using your wits to best take them down’ kind of fighter especially if you can’t beat them in straightforward combat. I like to think Liege Maximo also fights like that and might have been the one to give Starscream extra fighting lessons when he notes the similarities of how Starscream likes to fight. And if you ever saw them fight side by side you could probably see Liege Maximo’s fighting style reflected in the way Starscream moves.

I also think with this headcanon it potentially adds a bit of tragic irony that this version of Megatronus and Liege Maximo never turned bad becoming “The Fallen” etc, but those who greatly admired them and tried to embody their legacy sort of become the fallen ones down the line.

[incogrio]

monster mash!

SYNOPSIS: in which you go on a pumpkin patch date with your boyfriends!

pairing: : poly!ot5 x gn!member!reader (no gender mentioned, but written with male reader in mind) word count: 1.8k+ genre: enough fluff to heal my soul permanently warnings: cringe? overly affectionate? a changbin joke (in good fun i love him) mayhaps very american view of pumpkin patches,, queers,, etc

AUTHORS NOTE: soooo... yeah i've been gone a WHILE. i would say a lot has been going on but that would lowkey be a lie. i just sort of lost the motivation to... do anything really LOL,,, but i hope u guys have not forgotten abt me!!! i may be a tad rusty, these may be a tad out of character, i may be a tad terrified of posting this. moral of the story, hope u enjoy, i've missed u guys. 

fall has always been your favorite time of year. the orange falling leaves, slight chill in the air, and the pumpkin flavored treats never failed to enthrall you. but, being a kpop idol comes with its downsides. the main one: no time off. 

and so, you spent every halloween practicing with your members, filming to do specials and squeezing in a singular mini chocolate bar in secret at the end of the night. in many ways, it was depressing. but what the emptiness left behind was love.

you and your members had slowly begun a relationship. in the beginning, it was out of sheer desperation and loneliness. a quickie to get you through a long schedule. but, throughout your years together, all six of you had fallen in love. and today, you were finally getting some time off, and what better way to spend a chilly autumn day than at a pumpkin patch. finally, you had all crammed into the van you’d usually used for traveling between schedules, except today, there were snacks strewn about, no chauffer, yeonjun took that job, blankets and jokes. 

“guys, what if we lose soobin in the corn maze, he’ll look just like the scare actors!” beomgyu loudly exclaimed mockingly over the hum of the engine and radio blasting music. 

soobin, in the passenger seat beside yeonjun, simply turned to look at gyu. squinted eyes and lips fighting a smile dawned his face. 

“guys!” soobin repeated, mimicking beomgyu, “what if we lose beomgyu in the pumpkin patch, he’ll look just like the pumpkins!” huening kai loudly burst into laughter, clapping his hands together. 

beomgyu, who was sitting next to you, let his jaw drop in shock. he picked up a bag of chips and hurled it at soobins face, to which the entire van erupted into laughter and claps. 

soobin turned once more, “y/n! restrain him!” 

you laughed reaching out to wiggle your fingers into beomgyu’s sides, to which he squirmed and loudly squealed.

“ah! stop! i thought you loved me!” beomgyu loudly protested through his laughs. 

after much reprimanding from yeonjun for being too loud, soobin delivered a chaste kiss to yeonjun’s cheek. everyone pretended not to see the blush. it wasn’t long until you felt a small tap on your shoulder. you turn to see one of your boyfriends, huening kai. he was dawned in his brown star sweater, black hair all strewn his forehead. he looked like if fall and spring had a child, and if they had named it after their hopes to become summer. 

he points to a nintendo ds in his hand, and then glances to the empty seat next to him. you smile at his sheepish request, and climb over the seats to collapse next to him. he immediately covers you up with a blanket, and you lean your head on his shoulder. almost instantaneously, you are enthralled by his soft, deep voice muttering to you his actions on the pokemon game displayed on his screen. you wrap your arms around his, snuggling into him as you slowly close your eyes.

———

when you awaken, you notice that what once was a soft, brown sweater, is now a tan colored shirt. you don’t need to look up to know who it is. you let out a soft hum, and taehyun smiles to himself. he softly shrugs the shoulder you lay on, coaxing you to lift your head. once you concede, you realize the rest of the van is empty. 

“we’re five minutes away,” tae says softly. “but beomgyu was gonna shit his pants, so we stopped here. everyone else is getting snacks.” your tired brain takes longer than usual to deduce that you have arrived at a gas station, but once you do, you look back at tae. 

“you didn’t want to get off?” you ask, voice deeper than usual from sleep.

tae shakes his head, reaching to you and fixing a stray hair gently. 

“wanted to spend some time with you, even if you were asleep.” he says sheepishly, and you internally aw. he leans forward, his bright black eyes glancing down to your lips. you let your lips brush for a moment before taking control, jerking your head forward to close your lips around his. he lets out a deep breath, as though he had been without air for years. you smile against his lips, and allow yourself to get lost for moment. 

“guys, stop being gay.” you hear beomgyu say from the open van door. tae separates himself from you, smiling widely, eyes crinkling around his shiny eyes. 

you turn to gyu, “if you want a kiss too, just say that.” 

“what if i do? i sat next to you on purpose, you know. but then you moved!” beomgyu whines out, to which you chuckle. he was only sated after about 5 kisses and two cheek squeezes. 

——— 

when you all finally arrive at your destination, you were welcomed in by a large “fall pumpkin festival” sign in large, blocky letters printed on a wooden sign. 

you pile out of the car, soobin immediately floating to your side and slipping his pinky to wrap around yours. you all slowly figure out where you are meant to go, and begin walking up a quaint gravel path. at the entrance, you were immediately bombarded with the sounds and sights. giant bouncy houses, food trucks, carnival games, corn mazes, even pig races were all at your disposal. immediately, you all gravitated towards the small race course that winded up tiny ramps and around small obstacles. 

gyu points at one of the pigs grazing, “look, it’s bang pd!” soobin immediately brings a finger to his mouth, signaling to gyu to stop talking as you all giggled. 

“i say the one with black spots is gonna win,” you declare, pointing at the small pig who was currently sniffing his own poop.

“no, the pink ones gonna win.” soobin declared, “he’s bigger.” 

“wouldn’t bigger mean he moves slower?” tae mentioned, and soon, you were divided, three vs three, on which pig was gonna win. you, tae, and gyu on the side of the black spotted pig, which you had affectionately named ppulverse pt 2. soobin, yeonjun, and kai on the side of the pink one, whom they had named changbin. when the race had finally begun, you all cheered obnoxiously loud for your respective pigs. ppulverse pt. 2 fell at one point, and gyu dramatically fell to his knees in utter disappointment. it was safe to say that it wasn’t hard for changbin to win. your team pouted as yeonjun, kai, and soobin all exchanged celebratory kisses and pats on the back. 

“how does it feel to LOSE!” said yeonjun as he pointed at your dejected faces.

“i’m never fucking you ever again.” you said with a monotone, to which kai once again laughed and clapped. 

yeonjun simply laughed with a cocky smile. “aren’t i the one doing the fucking?” he whispers to tae. 

soon after, you all decided to try your hand at apple bobbing. and then you were painting your ppulbatu’s on pumpkins and buying them for an absurd amount of money. yeonjun decided to try his hand at a strong arm competition. lets just say, kai gave him lots of ‘you tried your best’ kisses. 

“it’s getting dark, lets go into the corn maze.” kai suggested, and you all simultaneously stopped walking. he let out a soft hum in confusion.

“im not doing that.” taehyun immediately protested, and immediately all the other members agreed. except for you.

you sigh, shuffling your feet. “i’ll do it on the condition that i get funnel cake beforehand.” kai smiles, reaching up and doing a salute motion with his hand. kai ordered the cake as yeonjun decided to “prove” himself by winning you a fox plushie. 

“watch, baby, watch your sexy boyfriend!” he loudly exclaimed, and you covered your face in embarrassment. he paid the man behind the stand five dollars, and received five rings in exchange. you lingered behind him as he lined up his shot, and tossed them into the rows of empty bottles one by one. as though suddenly possessed by an athletically capable alcoholic, the rings perfectly lined up with every single bottle.

“are you proud?” he asked as he handed you the large plushie. 

“very!” you say happily, pressing a kiss to his plush pink lips. by the time you returned to the rest of the boys, they had already begun digging into the funnel cake. you sat down, sitting the plushie next to you as though he were a person. all the members immediately mutter soft ‘woaaahhh’’s at yeonjun’s accomplishment.

finally, after much picking at the cake in slow motion to stall, you had to venture into the corn maze. junnie, soobin, gyu and tae all sat on a hay bale near the entrance to the maze as they hyped you up. the fox plushie in one hand, and kai’s sleeve in the other, you both slowly walked into the maze. 

kai walked as though he were walking through a mall at midday. meanwhile, you were practically pulling off his sweater by the sheer grip you had on him. the first scare actor noticed you guys before you noticed them. they took note of your apparent fear, and targeted you instead of kai. 

right as you were walking by, a man dressed as a zombie launched out of the corn maze and shouted in your face. you screamed bloody murder, stumbling back into kai and covering your face with your plushie. kai immediately laughed, and you smacked him as he practically dragged you to continue walking. you kept your eyes on the actor as you walked farther and farther away. 

the next scare actor targeted kai, determined to make the unfazed man crack. she was dressed as a pilgrim, with a giant axe stuck inside the front of her skull. she jumped out, grabbing her head axe and yanking it out of herself, before maniacally swinging it at you and kai. you, once again, screamed out, pulling kai backwards by his sweater and shaking. kai simply stepped back, letting the woman’s manic behavior come to a halt before laughing to himself and continuing on his way, you in tow. 

the woman stopped her acting as you left her sight, letting her axe get stuck back in her head and turning to the zombie actor, shrugging. 

for the rest of the maze, all of the actors were targeting kai, desperately trying to get him to so much as flinch, blink, anything! ironically, the only person they managed to scare every time was you. after what felt like an eternity, you finally looped around to the entrance, and saw your boys all chit chatting. you sprinted out of the maze, pulling kai behind you and immediately shouting about what had happened. you described every single scare as kai hugged you, and the rest of the members diligently listened to your maniacal rambling. 

despite the scares, you were comforted in the simple fact that no matter how dark or scary a place may be, your boys would always be there to listen. 

and so as you snuggled into the van once more, next to tae once more, you smiled to yourself. fall was finally your favorite season again. 

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broken glass

UVOGIN X READER

warnings: yandere(stalking implied), reader is not okay, bad upbringing, kidnapping.

Kinda long but it’s okay

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Ever since you were nothing but a child, the world had chosen to bring you misfortune. A dead mother, a father who is would love you if alcohol didn’t exist, a lack of friends, or family, or anybody who cared.

Your life was an endless cycle of misery and misfortune. You were cursed with the worst luck possible.

As a girl you were bullied, living in a small town the knowledge that your mother was killed brutally spread fast, and the kids at school would take anything to fuck somebody up. It only got worse when your dad did nothing to stop it. So you grew up an outsider, somebody completely alienated from the rest of the people your age.

The worst part about it, was that there was nothing you could do to fix it. You were strong enough to fight them back and win, nor were you smart enough to get them caught by the schools or their parents. So you had to live with it.

Your unlucky tendencies carried with you all the way into adulthood. You had somehow managed to get into a good college, miles and miles away from your small hometown, where your past couldn’t follow you. But by that time you had no clue how to socialize like a normal person, so you only made a few friends in your first year. Even so, your life was going better than it ever had, you had more friends than you’d ever accomplished to make in your childhood, your roommate cared for you, being much older and much wiser. And you were happy.

Then, you got a call. From the exact person you had been avoiding since you stepped foot out of that awful town. That awful place.

“Y/n… I’m sick” your father sounded older, his voice was scratchy and weak now. Probably from the endless amount of cigarettes he smoked, you knew that your dad would never call you unless he actually needed you. He hadn’t even tried to contact you since you left, barely caring enough to send you a happy birthday text. You were a last resort to him, that much you knew for certain.

“And.”

“I need you to come back. To come home. My legs, my legs don’t work anymore. Please baby…I miss you.” You could hear the lies dripping from every word he spoke, that’s the sweet tone you had only ever heard from your father when he wanted something. Usually it was something as minuscule as money or whiskey or weed. Like usual, he knew you didn��t know how to say no to him when he dangled that ghost of affection in your face. And like usual, you chased after it like an idiot.

That’s what you were, an idiot. You knew ut, your father knew it. Who would go back to a life of misery, back to a town filled with only sad memories, of pain. Who would be stupid enough to fall for the manipulation of an old man who barely raised you? You would.

So, you packed your stuff up from your dorm, opting for the online classes your college offered. And prepared for the long drive home in an old car you bought for half the already low price.

And here you were. Standing in your local grocery store , in your pajamas, trying to decide if you had enough money for snacks for the drive home. Bags under your eyes from sleepless nights, a heavy weight pulling down on your shoulders as you accepted your fate, doomed to a small town full of bullies and lying snakes.

The melancholy of your situation weighed down on you, showing on your face, the frown lines deepening as you sucked yourself deeper into a depressive black hole. Blankly staring at the small bags of corn chips and popcorn, you let your shoulders sag. Exhaustion reading on your posture. You didn’t know how long you were standing there, nor did you care. Not until a string band tapped your shoulder a few times, sending your head to snap up, and your eyes to snap out of it.

“You alright there doll? Ya look a little bit… dead” a gruff voice spoke, it was scratchy and rough. Not in the way your fathers was (withered with age and years of vices), but natural. Husky. Pulling yourself up from your spacing out, you straightened your back, screaming your neck up to see him. The man was fucking giant, taller than anybody you had ever seen before, with tattoos speckling his neck and arms. You stood there for a few moments, staring in awe at the man whom you hadn’t realized was actually pretty terrifying in person. Maybe you were just tired, or stressed, or scared, but the way he stared made you want sink into your own skin and disappear. It was unsettling, how his stare weighed down on your shoulders and pulled you back away from him.

“Uhh- Yeah man. I’m good.” You spoke in your quiet voice, pulling your shoulder as far away from his hand as you could. You sent him a tight lipped smile, and returns to your decision between what bagged snack you would pick. You tried to ignore him, who stayed put in his spot next to you despite your obvious dismissal to his advance on a conversation.

You spotted him in your peripheral vision, staring at you. That heavy feeling never left you, and the longer the giant man stayed there, the heavier and heavier it weighed down.

“The popcorn is gross here. It comes stale even in a sealed bag. I wouldn’t get it if ya don’t wanna feel sick tommorow” he spoke again, leaning down to be at your eye level. You glanced back at him, remaining indifferent despite your ever-quickening heartbeat. His eyes were still focused on yours, while your pen glanced over his physical appearance.

It wasn’t just his height that made yoh hneasy, he was wide in a muscular way, with a beard that put the men of your hometown to shame. There were slight twinges of Greg throughout his long hair, and while he was well kept and smelled nice, he had messy, almost unhinged undertone. And yoh had managed to gather all of that without even talking to him much. You gave another right smile, before throwing the chips back and placing the popcorn in your basket (doing it almost to spite the man) among the advil and energy drinks. You almost missed the way his eyes scanned over your cart. Almost.

“Thanks” with that, you were off, trudging your way to the front of the store with your basket in tow, you heard a pair of heavy footsteps behind you, and the cashier glanced up for a couple seconds. A recognizable look of fear flashed on her face for no longer than a moment, before the bells of the front doors let out a cheery jingle. And the man was gone.

The repetitive beep of the checkout machine rang through the storefront, as the woman made no move to strike up a conversation with you, her eyebags sinking almost worse than your own. You had almost worked here at some point, when you first arrived to the big city. You were glad you didn’t now, as you didn’t want to be subjected to whatever this pooor woman clearly had been through.

She just kept beeping through your groceries, bagging them up, and setting them off to the side for you to grab. When she was finally finished she placed the pricing machine down and stared at yoj like she was waiting for something, you pulled your card out of your pocket and gave it to her, but she immediately handed it right back. You sighed, partially in confusion and partially of exhaustion. Of all times, now was not the moments for somebody to mess with you, at two AM at a stupid grocery store. You stared right back as she held the card out to you, waiting for you to grab it.

“He paid for your shit. Just take it”

Huh

Strange.

———

That night you went home with a weird feeling in your stomach, you know when something feels like it’s gonna go wrong? Yeah. That. You chose to blame it on your father, knowing that you would not be met with a joyful arrival home.

The feeling stuck with you all along the drive to your little stupid house in the middle of nowhere, the popcorn you had bought did actually end up being gross, but it didn’t change the satisfaction you got from denying that man of you following his advice. Your radio was cutting in and out, your car was on the verge of breaking down, and your ac didn’t work anymore, leaving you sweaty and sticky in your car.

You weren’t wrong in assuming that it wouldn’t be a happy “welcome home”, it would’ve been nice yeah, but it wasn’t a surprise when you pulled up to your house and there was no short outside. The dead grass of your front yard, and withering plants of what once was your guarden spoke for itself how your father had been taking care of the property. Leafy vines had started to overtake the front wall of your home, the place looked abandoned. Sad.

After a few deep breaths of preparation for whatever fight that was about to come, you hopped out of your truck and began the short truck to your front door. The small glass frame above it was smashed with many small cracks across the surface.

It was sad really. The house once looked somewhat presentable, none of the houses in the area looked to be well kept or highly perfected in the visual category, they never looked that way, but at least you could tell it was a home for someone whether it be the old lady next door with kids who don't care about her and more debt she could handle, or the couple across the street you used to hear screaming at each other through the night. Somebody really lived in those homes, your house looked like an empty shell.

The pavement leading up to the front door was cracked and probably permanently stained with dirt or paint or blood or alcohol, the little garden you used to try to keep alive while you were little was shriveled and blackened by the sun, no lights were on in the house, and it was dead silent. You hated this place, you hated that you were back here, you hated that you still cared for this empty pit of shame and misery of a home. Cared for a man that had hurt you so very many times.

Approaching the door, you didn't even care to knock or ring the bell, the electricity in your house had long been cut off so it wouldnt matter, and if your father was expecting you he wouldnt mind if you just walked in. It was your house, anyway. Placing your hand on the doorknob, you let a deep breath calm down your running heart and pushed it open.

…

Unsurprisingly, the house was dead silent, a creak resonating through the open space as the noise bounced wall to wall. You could hear your heartbeat as you walked over the rest of the broken glass from the window, leaving quiet crunches under your feet. Just breathing the air in your home sent awful memories of childhood to race across your brain, it smelled like your dad, like alcohol and cigarettes and unhappiness and anger. It even looked miserable in here, almost just as bad, if not worse, than outside.

Flicking on your phone flashlight, little flecks of broken glass reflected the light, they were scattered across the entire house, maybe from the broken front window, maybe from other windows in the house. Your dad was never one for cleaning, knowing him he must've gotten upset and broken a couple. With no one else to clean it, he probably left it there. That's how he is, how he's always been. Why did you love him? How stupid were you?

“Dad?” you called, but it echoed through the home. You now realize just how empty it truly was, no more furniture was scattered here or there or anywhere, it was just empty and sad. Fitting. Really fucking fitting.

“Dad? You called me?” You called once more, still only getting the creaks of the old house in return. You took another deep breath, the smell was starting to get to you, this was supposed to be easier for you now, you were an independent woman now, and the smell of your childhood home shouldn't have you spiraling like it did. You shouldn't have come here.

“I drove all the way out here for you. If you weren't gonna show you could've just called me. Go to hell, asshole.” still awaiting an answer. You knew he wasn't here, and you certainly knew it was stupid to talk to an empty house, but you wasted gas and good money for this. Wasted money on a man who didn't even care enough to show his face. Wasted money to go back to a life you've been clawing to escape from.

You didn't even realize you were crying until you felt the tears start to roll down your cheeks.

It hurt to be here, genuinely, the floors felt like they were trying to soak you up and suffocate you, the walls felt like they were closing in, and the ceilings felt like they were slowly crushing you. What were you supposed to do? You spent so long running away from this place, how could you let yourself be dragged back here, especially for no reason?

Your eyes fell to your feet, sucking in air as best as you could, you tried your hardest to keep your soft cries from turning into sobs. There wasn't anybody to hide your tears from, but it felt wrong, you shouldn't let yourself be this upset. You know.

Your cries halted when you spotted a dark patch of carpet in between the space where your feet were planted, not tears or water or even alcohol, it was bright red. Blood, and not the kind that's gone brown because it's been sitting for so long. This was new, recent blood. The dead silence of the house now had you frozen in spot. Could somebody have broken in? Your eyes followed a now obvious trail of spots leading toward your mom's old bedroom.

They slept in different rooms before she died, whether it was because they hated or other or were scared of each other (or both) he never went in there. Never.

You should leave. Shouldn't you? You should leave, he's not your problem anymore, he abandoned you when you were little, and kicked you to the curb. He deserved whatever was coming to him, he had it coming. You should leave, you should leave, you should leave, you should leave.

…

But you can't.

Even though you were actively willing to run out the front door, you just couldn't find it in you to leave. Pathetic. You knew, but this is how it was, this is how it was always meant to be. He calls and you answer, no matter how fucked up it was.

So, instead of making a haste bolt for the door or any of the broken windows, you slowly crept closer and closer to the bedroom where you said goodbye to your mother, your breath was shallow and unmanageable, almost worse than your uncontrollable heartbeat, whatever was behind the door was surely not pretty.

It took you a few moments to work up the courage to even touch the doorknob, hand quivering along the way there. You waited, the last time you were in this room was over 10 years ago, you couldn't even remember what it looked like, what your mother looked like. You were being stupid weren't you, it was just a room, probably empty by now, furniture either stolen or sold like the rest of the house. inhaling, you twisted, and pushed the door open.

To reveal… absolutely nothing. Just an empty room with the same exact smell as the rest of the house, a puddle of blood sat in the middle of the room, but nobody, no person or animal or thing that could bleed. Just an empty, meaningless room. Just like the rest of the house. You let out a sigh of relief at the uneventfulness of the failed search, that wasn't so bad, you were fine.

Were you? A loud creak echoed through the short hallway behind you, and you made a motion to turn around.

Hands were on you before you could even breathe again. One covering your mouth, and one firmly planted on your shoulder. Huge hands, bigger than your fathers for sure, calloused and strong, scarily strong. Whoever this was smelled familiar, vaguely familiar, not like someone you knew closely. The shock from him grabbing you forced your phone to fall out of your grip. Oh god, oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god

You should have gone home, you should've cursed out your father and left. You shouldn't have been curious or caring or kind… you lived in a bad neighborhood, people died left and right, and the police couldn't give less of a shit what happens here. You were going to die, you were going to die in the same house you grew up in, the same house you cried and hurt and screamed in. What a sad ending, to think you were finally starting to get your life on somewhat of a track, only to die at the hands of a stranger. Fuc-

“Stop thinking so hard, I’m not gonna hurt you” a gruff voice spoke behind you, deep and dark and powerful. You started crying the second he spoke, your heart beating faster than your body should be able to take. Whoever this was, was not somebody you would ever want to mess with, they sounded more authoritative than you could ever even wish to be. You couldn't stop your heart from clenching out of fear, couldn't stop the tears from dripping down your face, couldn't breathe right.

“You don't need to cry��� I said I wasn't gonna hurt you” One of his fingers strayed from your mouth to wipe tears away, but it did nothing to stop fear from overtaking your senses or forcing out sobs and cries from your lips. You were positive that your entire body was quivering and shaking, you couldn't feel it, too scared to think about anything other than death, but you knew it was naturally happening. You heard him let out a sigh from behind you (even his breathing was harsh and rough) before his arm hooked under your knees and pulled you flush against him.

“I’ve never been this close to you before, I’ve been waiting for this one for a while. We met when we were kids ya know, you looked so… empty, miserable, tired, fucking empty. You still do, you're just better at hiding it. I've been watching, it since then. You're just too nice for your good.” your cries increased as he spoke, you didn't struggle or scratch or scream, just cried. He was too strong for it to matter if you did.

He chuckled as you kept crying, by now he had begun to walk to the front door.

“Don't make a scene, if anybody notices, they're dead.” The words he spoke were so nonchalant, but still so terrifying that it had you struggling to breathe. He broke the front door open with his foot and pushed his way through the doorway, he hit his head on the top as he went through, that must be why the glass was broken.

You were frozen in his arms as he continued to carry you, the sun now lit up your surroundings, showing exactly who your captor was, now it made sense why you mildly recognized him. He was the man from the grocery store, you should've known by the way he spoke, you should've recognized that voice anywhere. HE caught your gaze as you stared at him, giving you a toothy smile. His canines were scarily sharp, and now that you can get a closer look this man was even more terrifying. His bear, his eyes, his teeth, everything about him screamed danger. You stiffened as you stared at him, why why why why why why why You shouldn't have fucking come here.

“Quit looking so scared of me. God you're stiff as a board, I forgot how jumpy you were. It's been a while since I’ve seen you this scared, not since the incident at the coffee shop-” Who does he think he is? Talking just like he knows you like he's had any kind of conversation with you before that wasn't about popcorn at a stupid stupid grocery store. What were you supposed to do? You fully believed that he was the type of man to kill anybody who tried to stop him, even then nobody would (people in this neighborhood learned to keep their mouths shut), and he was much much stronger than you. You just… you just had to give up. There was no winning, not against him, not here.

The thought alone made you want to curl up and die.

Pathetic.

“Don't worry though, You're scared and I get it. But you'll get used to me. I’ll treat you real good, buy you things you’ve never had before. “ Your breath hitched and you quivered as he continued to blabber on and on about what kind of house he had, he tucked you into the passenger seat of some kind of black fancy car, got into the driver's seat, and proceeded to drive away—no more explanation than that. You couldn't do anything more than stare at him with those wide eyes of yours, he was watching you too intensely for you to try and throw yourself out of the car, and even then you doubted you would get very far before he caught you.

So you awkwardly sat in the leather seats of the fancy-ass car, tears still freely flowing as you sat, waiting for this man to take you to some alleyway and murder you. You picked at your fingernails, eyes darting around the interior of the car, it was clean and neat and looked to be stupidly expensive, everything that man wasn't. Who is that man anyway?

Almost as if reading your mind, the man brought a hand up to wipe the tears from your face, only to end up cupping your cheek and staring at you for a while as he drove.

“The name’s Uvogin, and I’m madly in love with you”

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Hey pookie s I’m back, this has been in my wanna write list for a LONG time. But it’s now so it’s fine. I’m kinda weak in the knees for the entire phantom troupe so tell me what you think.

Sorry for the long delay:) but I’m back now

Have a great day today, bye!

[ultraviolet-ink]

Manfred and anyone you want for the ship meme :3

OMG YES EVIL OLD MEN TIME!!!

I couldn't resist drawing Gant like that lol!! it was perfect!! Basically, Gant just kind of forced his way into the von Karma marriage, Mama von Karma loves him and finds him hilarious (he's rather gentlemanly to her), and he is an absolute MENACE to Manny <3 It's basically the embodiment of this meme:

Some fun notes:

neither of these bitches would apologize, ever, they would just fight and fight and then ignore it XD

Gant wouldn't die for anyone (mayyyybe for Mama von Karma because she's cool, but even then he has to think on it)

Manfred would die for Mama von Karma, he would sell Gant to Satan for one corn chip (and still he loves him anyway <3)

I love these messy old men, despite it all, they're made for each other <3

Blank Chart Here!

[allwormdiet]

Agitation 3.7

Let's go rob a motherfucking bank!

I actually love this bit of detail. Like yeah, of course he needs to make more modifications to the costume than what's immediately obvious, making it that much cooler and spookier takes work! Costuming is massively important for that!

(Also more credence to Lisa's theory that it's all a little bit of a game)

She's not wrong, this is funny

I will maintain for the rest of my life that Taylor Hebert has a fucking amazing power and anyone who thinks it's weak or middling or undercooked can fucking fight me about it

(It's a little funny to imagine just puttering around the city and vacuuming up every bug she thinks would be useful)

More neat details about costuming and alter egos. The thing about Tattletale's mask hiding her freckles and changing her face shape is really fun.

Regent's turn, and it turns out he's pretty good at the whole pageantry thing. I wonder if getting to be a theater kid would've fixed him, y'know, as opposed to the life he's actually subjected to

Bitch's dogs are so nasty, it's great, I love them

Everyone puts so much effort into their costumes, not least of which is Taylor's spider silk and chitin ensemble, and then Bitch just does not give a fraction of a fuck. I know Taylor isn't there yet but I love her

Taylor I know you don't want to be a villain but with a performance like this you're really really good at it

What a fucking incredible first impression though, holy shit

This fucking maniac in black and gray sweeps into the bank with a gigantic swarm of insects and surrounded in near-physical darkness that's flooding the room, she lays out the rules for how to get out of this in one piece and makes it very clear what happens if you decide to not get out of this in one piece. It's her first day on the job and she hates this as much as you do.

Also hi Amy, see you again in a few chapters, you little meow meow

Girl, it's Brockton Bay, everyone here is either condemned to hell or already there. If you wanna push that even further, it's Earth Bet, your entire planet has already been sold to the Devil for a corn chip.

Current Thoughts

It's been a while since we've seen a big display of powers, literally since the end of the Lung fight, and we're coming back even harder than the first time because we've got a team effort right now and more than twice as many capes as last time in the ensuing battle

This is gonna fucking rule, Taylor I'm so sorry that your moral high ground is eroding but at least try to have fun

[dickmedowndc]

Hero Crush, Pt. II - Virgil Hawkins x Reader

Word Count: 2,100

Summary: There’s always been a nagging feeling in the back of your mind whenever Static shows up on TV – but it’s never something that you can name. However, days after your admittance over your teenage crush on him (and maybe that you were still attracted as an adult), you finally have a run-in with the hero himself. When something you had said, in front of Virgil alone, slips out then the pieces begin to connect. 

Notes: Requested by @theautisticduck (Tumblr). 

Part I here

…★…

Relentless. 

If there was any word to describe Richie Foley, then you could use that. But more than a few others came to mind if someone was kind enough to expand your word limit. 

You adored him, truly, he was one of your best friends, and under any circumstance different than this you would never trade him for all the riches you could own. But currently, you’d trade him for half a stale corn chip and the rest of your tranquility. 

You had been caught rewatching Static’s most recent TV interview, that quick one after the fight that had made your heart flutter all these years later. Caught by Richie, who had a trickster's glint in his eyes as soon as he realized, dashing back out the door before you could utter a word of warning against him. 

Since that day he had been letting it slip, or coming close, at the most inopportune times. The teasing causing you to go red in the face and shove him away or scurry off as fast as you could, only to hide behind Virgil like his body could be a shield against words. For what mattered, Richie could never keep a straight face trying to say it in front of Virgil, so it did work. 

But there had been another reason you had been rewatching that video, and why sometimes you skimmed Static’s public appearances. There was a familiarity there, one that tickled the depths of your mind every time you saw him move a certain way, or the inflection of his voice. It was agonizing in a way, always on the tip of your tongue but never fully formed. You had, at one point, even considered running it by Virgil and Richie, but something had caused you to bite your tongue, keeping your thoughts to yourself, though the need to remain silent still confused you. 

“Hey, did you hear me?” 

You snap back, jolting slightly from the couch while you whirl to face Virgil who stands behind you, hands on either side of your head as he leans over the back of the couch. “Uh, sorry, Virg. I didn’t.” 

“I asked if you wanted some chips, but now I wanna know if you’re okay? Your head’s been in the clouds all day. I’m starting to get a little worried.” 

You hum, taking one of his hands in your own and giving it a quick squeeze. “I’m okay, really. Just a little caught up in myself today.” 

“Hey, if it’s been about Richie and this whole Static thing you know I can talk to him, right?” He questions you, walking around until he can plop down on the couch shoulder-to-shoulder. 

You don’t fluster so easily at the contact, but the look he fixes you with – how sincere he is to help you – has the little twitch of butterflies in your stomach. “It isn’t that. I know if it was that I could talk to him too. There’s just something that’s been on the tip of my tongue I’ve been trying to figure out, and I just can’t shake it, but I can’t figure out what it is either. Usually it goes away, but it just won’t leave me alone right now.” 

He leans over to you, pushing against your shoulder and sending you lazily swaying before you rest against him once more. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

You purse your lips, more focused on the wall than him for the moment, though you can feel the heat coming off him. “I don’t think so. You came over to hang out, and I’d rather just do that.” 

“Could do both,” he taps your arm when he sees you open your mouth to interrupt him, “but I’m happy either way.” 

You can only roll your eyes before getting to your feet. “Then let’s go.” 

“Where are we going?” he asks, one eyebrow raised as he takes your offered hand and allows you to pull him from the warm and absolute embrace of your broken-down couch. 

“Food - you get to pick the place, and I’ll pay.” 

“I can pay for my own, ya know.” 

“I do, but let me treat you this time. You always spoil me.” 

“Hey, I like spoiling you for your information. Makes me feel better when I see all those bruises on your legs.” he jokes, poking at your thigh while you pull away with an affronted grumble. “Where do you even get them?” 

“There are not that many!” You defend yourself, despite the voice crack, shooing his hand away, ignoring the face he makes, like a kicked puppy left out in the cold – he makes it every time you stop him from having a hand on or against you. “And they’re from falling... up the stairs.” 

“You mean down?” The mirth in his voice is unmistakable, and irking all the same, but in an endearing way. 

“No, I mean up.” 

“You sure you’re not a bang baby? That’s gotta be a power or something.” 

“No, but I might just be cursed.” You assure, reaching your pinky out to hook with his. “And you can’t tell Richie by the way. I doubt he needs any more blackmail on me.” You shudder at the thought, but it subsides a moment later when Virgil returns your pinky hold without so much as a nod. 

“Hey, I can hide plenty from him.” 

“Until he starts coming at you with something and next thing you know I’m thrown under the bus.” 

“Hey that was one time, and only after you sold me out to get some extra gossip on me.” 

“A trade is a trade, Hawkins.” 

He shakes his head, stepping further in front of you just so he can tug you along. “Come on, if we go any slower, I think my stomach is gonna start digesting itself.” 

It sets off the rest of a good day, one with plenty of jovial ribbing and snarky quips – a staple of your days out. Right along with the physical touch that neither of you ever seems to let up on when alone. 

But three days later and you’re missing your boys. Both of your friends had been kept busy, barely having the time to text. Not that it was a surprise, adult life hit hard, and you could go some time before seeing one another, but that never made it any less lonesome. 

It also didn’t help in trying to keep from getting sucked right back into the rabbit hole of why Static was so familiar. There was a similar itch with Gear at times, but you’d be a liar to say you were not focused on one of them more than the other. 

“Hey! Watch out!” 

You jerked up at the sound of a familiar voice, only to realize that in your lost thoughts you had almost walked into scaffolding scattered in front of a restaurant under renovation. 

“Thank you!” you call, turning to face the voice. You’re taken back when you have to look upwards, to where Static himself is floating on the “static saucer” as you had once heard it referred to. There's a twinge of disappointment that you recognize but push aside as the hero lowers himself to the ground and folds the disc away. 

“You okay? Almost got squished by all that equipment.” He motions behind you, where your back is now turned to the mess, clearly concerned. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry to be a bother – I wasn’t paying attention, just sort of on autopilot, you know? But thank you for stopping me.” 

“I’m glad that I was around, it might have been nasty otherwise.” 

You can’t help but agree with a grimace as you glance behind yourself once more. 

“I wish I could say it’s the first or last time, but I’m accident prone.” 

“At least it’s not falling up the stairs this time,” Static jokes, laughing quietly to himself. 

You almost miss it, but the last two words have your eyes narrowing and the gears clicking together in your head. The feeling of disappointment and seeing the local hero in the flesh was because you had expected to be looking at Virgil – the man who had your heart and had for some time. It was his voice that had called out to you to stop you. It was likely because it was Virgil’s voice that the warning had even registered in your fuzzy state of mind. 

You compose yourself before he notices, trying desperately to wipe the puckish grin from your face before he realizes his slip up. “Well, thank you again for saving me.” 

“Saving feels a bit out there, but you’re welcome.” 

“Well, in my defense, it’s not every day that a handsome superhero comes to my rescue.” You can see in real time the way his brain short circuits, and you have to physically shake your head once as if you can shake off your desire to laugh. “I mean, it’s just,” you pause, waving one hand around to make your point of grandeur, and the smile slips up for a second, “shocking, you know?” 

He composes himself a heartbeat later, coughing into his fist as he brings his eyes from the ground and back to you. “Well,” he coughs once more for real, “thank you for the compliment, kind citizen.” 

You almost choke trying to hold back the snort that comes out in response. He’s playing it strong, like he has no idea who you are, but to save himself from embarrassment. You realize he has no idea he has given himself away. 

It’s then that you remember that dumb smug look on a certain blond friend’s face some days ago - who must be Gear, your mind chimes - at his suggestion should you ever meet your hero crush. You can feel the way your eyes squint as your smile slips once more, leaving you almost biting your lip to stop from giving yourself away. 

Virgil. Or Static, you should say for now, is in the middle of giving you a soft reminder about watching your step, which you nod along to only half listening. “Of course, of course. I’ll be more careful.” You promise it to appease him when he fixes you with a look – one that means he knows you too well, only solidifying what you now know. “Let me thank you again,” you hum, stepping forward before he can blink, one hand on his shoulder to tilt him to your height before you plant a kiss on his cheek. 

When you pull back he isn’t moving, still as a statue to the point you aren’t sure he is breathing, staring at nothing while your actions are processed in his mind. And then you see the sunshine bright look that begins to dawn on his face as he looks back at you, seeming to forget he’s supposed to pretend not to know you. You speak before he gets the chance. “You can thank Gear for the idea.” You finish with a wink before stepping back. 

It is then that he remembers that he stands before you as a hero, not a civilian. But the connection isn’t lost on him, and he shakes his head before sighing. He struggles to find any words before he finally settles on something. “Be safe on your walk back and try not to fall up the stairs this time.” He lowers his voice before taking a step forward. “I’ll see if I can grab him to swing by tonight and talk about all this.” 

“Well,” you drawl out, kicking at shards of ruined cement, “if he can’t come by later then maybe we can pick up from that kiss on your cheek, if you’d like to talk about that too.” 

He stops a moment, genuinely thinking it through before he has that same sharp grin you’ve come to love. “How about I kick him out after? So that we can talk alone.” 

You hum nodding your head before shooting a fleeting glance at him and mouthing ‘talk’ for what little you believed that would be your focus. “That’ll work fine by me,” you say, back already turned to him as you weave through the renovation work. 

You miss the look Virgil gives you, amused and exasperated as he watches you clip a metal bar. “Yeah,” he laughs to himself, “that one.” Keeping you just in the field of his vision, he pulls out the mylar disc and his shock box, already beginning to call Gear to meet as soon as possible after their patrols.

[dvilsdesire]

Can Haarlep fall in love?

Random asks || always accepting

// OH BOY!!!

So... TL:DR version.... yes, but it's NOT what you and I would consider the same thing in our world here. It is something very different, objectifying in a sense, toxic, and likely unhealthy (UNLESS the other person is exactly the same and it's mutual). It also would take a VERY LONG TIME to ever become something that he would CONSIDER amongst his feelings.

The long version:

So, I've thought about this A LOT (especially because something like this has been involved in my Raphlep series). I ended up going down a rabbit hole of looking up if devils in DnD have ever loved or are able to, and I ended up finding out that a Paladin succubus existed, who ended up falling in love, and ended up with a redemption arc.

So... what does that mean? There's a POSSIBILITY that Haarlep could fall in love, being an incubus. HOWEVER, there are exceptions to all things, and as a fiend (even if devil aligned), Haarlep is considered evil (I have him neutral evil aligned as DnD lore when it comes to incubus). This isn't something I would consider common amongst fiends, though, this is definitely a rarity, but it does raise the fact that it CAN happen amongst their kind.

So... neutral evil? What does that mean?

Haarlep is a selfish little piece of shit so long as it serves him (lovingly). :) He has no true loyalty and is entirely out for himself. Now 'out for himself' comes into play here, because so long as Haarlep is HAPPY, he's happy to show 'loyalty' to whatever is making him happy. Why bite the hand that feeds? Until it feeds no longer. But what this also means is that if whatever this thing is he's sticking around for no longer brings him happiness or pleasure, or gains, he's willing to just rip off the bandaid and go fuck it. Basically, he'd sell your soul for a corn chip if it brought him joy.

Something I've also said in the past about Haarlep is that he's not OUT for violence. He's a "I'd rather fuck you than fight you" but if it comes to fighting, he's also content to kill (after all, if you deny Haarlep sex, the fiend WILL outright attempt to kill you). But this is also something VERY true to being a neutral evil character vs a chaotic evil one. He's a little lazy, pamper me, but I'll claw your eyes out if you press me enough or don't give me what I want *pretty pout*.

Anyway, back to the love question. Incubus are an interesting kind of fiend to me, because for them to be able to actually prey upon souls, then they need to charm and understand their prey because they rely on their sexual nature to do so. This means that, in my eyes, incubi/succubus are the kinds of fiends that are VERY close to mortals (or us). They might not be them and might not have souls like mortals, but I do believe that they are definitely more like cambions in the sense that they require some of those more mortal connections than other fiends. After all, an incubus is a slave to sex, and with sex comes connection and intimacy, even if it's just two bodies.

This little snippet from The Fiendish Codex II also interests me:

They speak specifically of devils here, I know, but incubus have a mixed past with DnD lore, first demons, then devils, and now classified as fiends. So take that with a grain of salt, and they could be either, just aligned with one or the other.

So here we are again, showing that the more humanlike one is, then the more sexual desire they might feel. Which, being an incubus and a creature of legitimate sex, lust, intimacy (and potentially love if that is involved in any of these), then I feel it's safe to categorise Haarlep under something like this.

Haarlep, in a very instinctual manner, would understand the concept of love, because it's what creatures of his kind use as a means to trap their prey. They are tempers and seducers, and they will use their preys weaknesses to get what they want. They will understand every desire, from the smallest to the greatest, sniffing it out.

If you watch Haarlep's scene, Haarlep says "make love" when he speaks of sex. He uses a very soft term for an act, not sex, not something crude like "fuck". All parts of a seducer, obviously, to be soft and sweet as an incubus. Once more, though, making that connection between sex and love become that much tighter.

While Haarlep is kissing you, the Narrator also explains how pleasant and pleasing it feels to be with Haarlep, and how it feels like love just to kiss and connect with him.

Now... understanding love as a concept, and feeling it, are two VERY different things.

Many people also believe that love is as simple as putting another above ones self, being selfless, and equals. I think it's fair to say that we live in a world that is far more twisted than that, and less black and white. That's the description of a fairy tale romance. Love in real life is not that black and white. And we know Haarlep is a fiend, and he is selfish, and would likely never see anyone as above him because he's self centred to Hell (haha) and back.

For Haarlep, I think that this would be something that would only happen out of the blue, likely something he is not expecting or even marching towards. Whilst I do think the curse of an incubus would be to CRAVE such a thing and know that one could NEVER have it, I think it's difficult for fiends in general to feel anything like love. A big part of this is simply their society. They are not soft, cuddly creatures, they are evil beings, and devils in particular (since Haarlep is sworn to the Hells), run off a world that is all about manipulation, gaining souls, power and ambition. Stepping on anyone to get what they want, love would be seen as a weakness more than anything else, and something that they'd turn their noses up to. Something that would hold you back from gaining those ambitions.

I believe that Haarlep would only fall in love with someone who matches his level of manipulation. Someone who would gain something out of being with him, and in turn, Haarlep would gain something by being with them. Someone he could play games with and would keep him entertained, someone that would make him enjoy pleasure AND pain. Someone that would challenge him even (but he's petty and still has to win because he WILL own you).

Even then, the love that he would feel would be power, manipulation, possessiveness, and overall selfishness. Haarlep would deny such feelings, because he'd think it was ridiculous for a creature like him. He'd laugh and deny it until the very day he perished, but that doesn't mean it isn't actually there, he's just not willing to accept it because "I'm a fiend, and that is silly!"

You've got to remember, this is a fiend that has likely lived their entire life in the Nine Hells, and that culture would follow him and he would generally be a part of it.

I've written a couple of headcanons about Haarlep craving a deep connection to others simply because he's an incubus (re: intimacy), and I wrote one about how he takes insults personally if he cannot charm someone, because that's seen as a failure to his kind (and devils don't like failure!), so I won't go into them here, but you can find them in my headcanon tag!

So, to answer your question, CAN Haarlep fall in love? If the circumstances were right, then there is a possibility. Given that a succubus has been redeemed and fallen in love in canon lore, then I don't see why others of the same species couldn't (even though I believe it would be EXCEPTIONALLY rare).

Would that love be the same love that we see on our planet Earth, amongst us humankind? No. Absolutely not. I also don't think Haarlep would follow a path of redemption. Haarlep is too self indulgent for something like that, and he enjoys life bedding those of the Nine Hells and likely mortals he can take souls from. He is a hedonist to the CORE.

If he ever did fall in love, like I said, it would need to be with someone that matches his nature, that he gains something out of, that is likely something VERY long term and happens without him really noticing, until suddenly the loss of that someone turns him possessive and upset and he wants them all to himself and to kill anyone that touched them...

As for my personal feelings about Raphael x Haarlep... well, if you're interested, you can read my fic series which involved many conflicting feelings about what I've just talked about, lol. <3 ANYWAY this got long... I went down another rabbit hole *sob*

[stars-n-spice]

Boys and girls of every age, wouldn’t you like to see something strange? Come with us and you will see–a family struggle to get ready for Halloween. Or the fic in which the Bad Batch holds their annual Halloween party at their ranch for all their friends and family.

Chapter One: In the Morning

The time had come again, Halloween was here and the Halloween festivities were in full swing at the Bad Batch Ranch. In the week leading up to Halloween, the Ranch held its annual pumpkin patch, complete with a petting zoo, a corn maze, and a tractor ride for anyone and everyone who stopped by to visit. It was a town favorite attraction, one that many looked forward to during the holiday season and that the Batchers didn’t mind putting on, even if it was a lot of work. 

However, this just meant that when Halloween rolled around, they were a little more exhausted than most, but that didn’t stop them from hosting for friends and family. Every year, they would throw a big party and invite everyone they could for some tricks and treats. These parties, of course, were as delightful as they were chaotic and the preparations were no different. 

Like most days, Hunter was the first to wake up, out of habit and having responsibilities to tend to, and made his rounds around the ranch while totally not getting caught off guard and spooked by some of the decorations they had set up around. If he nearly had a heart attack when an animatronic on the porch turned on when he walked out of the farmhouse or if he tripped over some misplaced jack-o-lanterns and fell face first into fake cobwebs, that was nobody’s business. But at least he was awake now. 

By the time he made it back to the farmhouse, done with his morning routine, Echo and Wrecker were already up, the other two early birds in the family. Wrecker was busy making coffee while Echo was starting on breakfast, the smell of pumpkin spice filling the kitchen. 

“Mornin’ Hunter!” Wrecker greeted, cheerful as ever even in the early hours of the morning. 

Hunter gave a nod of acknowledgment and a smile as he walked over, “Morning.” 

“What happened to your face?” Echo questioned, raising an eyebrow and lifting a spatula up to Hunter’s face as he approached. 

Hunter blinked, stopping in his tracks as he brought a hand up to his face, feeling around for what Echo could be talking about, only to smear some dirt and fake cobwebs across it. 

“What do you mean?” Hunter murmured, tilting his head as he pulled the cobwebs out of his hair and quickly tossed them aside. He felt the tips of his ears burn as he realized what Echo was talking about. Maybe nobody saw his embarrassing morning mishaps, but the aftermath was probably evident on his face.

“Looks like you got into a fight with Spider-Man,” Wrecker snorted with a grin, his eyes shining with amusement as Hunter flicked away the fake cobwebs. 

Echo chuckled at Wrecker’s comment and turned back to the stove, “Did you at least win?”

Hunter rolled his eyes and huffed, “Very funny…” 

Echo and Wrecker shared a laugh, and Hunter couldn’t help but smile faintly at the teasing, used to it by now. He ran a hand through his hair, getting rid of the last of the cobwebs before he walked over to see what Echo was making. 

“I did win, for your information,” He joked, leaning against the counter as he watched Echo flip pumpkin flavored pancakes made to look like jack-o-lanterns with chocolate chips, “The others not up yet?”

Echo chuckled softly at Hunter’s comment about winning before he shook his head, “Not yet. I’m thinking about giving them another thirty minutes or so before waking them up.”

Hunter glanced over at the clock on the wall as he hummed, thirty minutes didn’t seem like a bad amount of time to let the others sleep in, any other day Hunter would’ve given them some more time, but today was Halloween. And they had a lot to do. 

“Seems reasonable enough,” Hunter nodded, thanking Wrecker as he handed him a mug of coffee and getting a grin in response, “Everything set for later tonight?”

Echo sighed and shrugged, “Should be. There’s the usual stuff we have to take care of beforehand, but you know how this usually goes.” 

“Ah,” Hunter muttered, knowing what Echo was talking about as he took a sip of coffee. He smacked his lips and looked down at the mug, frowning a little. Pumpkin spice. Damn. 

He set the mug aside and decided to preoccupy himself with setting up the table for breakfast while Wrecker moved to help Echo out with breakfast, pulling out a pan and getting some bacon from the fridge. Little conversations about the upcoming day flowed between the brothers, with Wrecker being excited for the party and Echo nervous about making sure the preparations leading up to it would go smoothly, though Hunter knew that was likely not going to be the case. The day things went smoothly for them would be the second coming of Christ. 

Soon, breakfast was nearly finished and the table was set, thirty minutes had passed and since then Omega had joined them, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she greeted her family with her usual cheeriness, clearly excited for the upcoming holiday celebrations. She chatted eagerly with them as they got breakfast ready, a blanket wrapped around her, making her look like a classic bedsheet ghost, until Hunter asked her to go and wake up Crosshair and Tech. The two night owls were a little more likely to wake up and actually get out of bed when it was Omega waking them up, as much as they hated waking up as early as eight in the morning. 

After some convincing and the promising smell of the pumpkin spiced pancakes and coffee (a flavor Crosshair would never admit to liking, though it was obvious he did), the twins joined the rest of their family at the breakfast table complete with their curly bed head, untouched by a straightener, and tired eyes. 

Once everyone was settled in and mid-way through eating their breakfast, Echo decided to get to business. Clearing his throat he looked to the others as they happily ate away, enjoying their bacon and jack-o-lantern pumpkins, “So, today’s Halloween-” 

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[riveracheron]

octavia caesar cry havoc ask questions later is truly the character ever. shes a lesbian. shes horny. she’s a theater kid. she thinks getting kidnapped by pirates is exciting and that having a sexy forbidden whirlwind romance is hot. her brother rules the goddamn country and shes just “lmao sucks to be you”. she runs a cult. she suffers from writers block. her best friends are a dramatic gay guy who would sell her to satan for a corn chip, the teenage son of her brother’s rival and the dread king of the pirates who kidnapped her. shes an alcoholic. she thinks being depressed is aesthetic. her answer to a legitimate warning is “i love you.” she doesn’t care that her girlfriend tried to kill her brother. she’s unhinged. she writes political satire. she doesn’t like acting but did it anyway to kiss her girlfriend. shes a champagne socialite. she gets into sibling fights. she gets love advices from aforementioned dread pirate king after she writes a play for him. her yearning lesbian romance play wins over cleopatra herself. i love her

[random-autie-fangirl]

In my opinion, Chara gets really close to forgiving Asriel for messing up their plan, really close to just admitting they made a mistake, Asriel was too soft and kind to ever harm anyone, of course, so it never could have worked.

But once they learn (at the end of the true lab, in my opinion) that Asriel is Flowey, all that progress is erased.

Because they were far more willing to accept "Asriel died because he didn't want to hurt anyone" before it turned out that he went on to hurt a bunch of people.

In Chara's opinion, Asriel got them killed for morals he didn't even keep, because he was all for violence as soon as he no longer had need for it. (Please note that this is Chara's perspective, not mine)

They ignore everything that led him up to this point, going with the stupidly simplistic interpretation that he killed everyone simply because he was bored of doing the right thing.

And they hate him for it, not only did he ruin their plan, he killed all of their royal subjects.

And this doesn't change after the Asriel fight, not at all:

How dare he demand forgiveness after what he's done (he literally says "I understand if you can't forgive me")

How dare he think he is above consequences, that he can get off scott free ("there's no excuse for what I've done")

How dare he act like what he did doesn't matter now he's reset (lol, lmao)

How dare he be the angel, how dare he be the one to free everyone, how dare he think he can redeem himself (as if he did so literally just to spite Chara, as if he was thinking of the prophecy at all in that moment)

How dare he have the gall to criticize them after his betrayal (the point wasn't to hurt Chara, it was to warn Frisk)

They try to keep all this hatred and anger in their brain, no need for Frisk to know, right? (Not that they always succeed)

The point is, post pacifist Flowey might be a little resentful after the events of the buttercup plan. But in that case, it would definitely go both ways.

Chara goes from "You mean everything to me, I would do almost anything for you" to "I would give a corn chip for the privilege of selling you to satan" the moment they learn he is Flowey, and that is...painful and also hilarious.

[get-rammed]

My favorite thing about Animatronic!Monty vs Organic/Were!Monty is

Animatronic!Monty: shithead but also very nice, would not hurt a soul until his code got all fucked up (though you could argue it’s just safety protocols preventing him from fighting, so he really wants to but can’t for Legal Reasons)

Organic/Were!Monty: would fight god for one corn chip. Probably for free. He’ll kick your ass, he’ll kick that guy’s ass, he’ll kick his own ass. And then immediately feel a little guilty about it only because his handler has to keep getting him out of trouble. That’s the only reason tho

We love going into my drafts to clear old as fuck asks and drafts and finding one from your friend before they were your friend 😂💀 hi Skell love youuuu. This has been in my drafts for so long. I never posted it sorry 😭😭

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Ey you nailed it!

Animatronic Monty was a politeish lad, and still is, just tends to be a bit more aggressive in modern times. Would like the option to throw hands, but isn't allowed.

Were!Monty has been fighting his whole life. Never really slowing down his hostility for others. It often gets him in trouble and he often has it be bailed out of bad situations

[morrigan-cotk95]

What are some of your favorite character relationships/dynamics in TMNT, and why? Is there anything that you particularly like seeing explored with them in fan works (art, writing, comics, etc)?

If it’s any of the shows other than Rise, my two favorite characters were always Raph and Leo. I loved their dynamic and the way that - despite being at odds most of the time - they would die for each other in an instant. They fight because they’re two sides of the same coin and they both care about their family so much. They just can’t see eye to eye about it.

When it comes to Rise, my favorites are Donnie and Leo. (Probably not a surprise to anyone who’s seen my work.) I love how, similarly to Raph and Leo in other series, they’re often two sides of the same coin. They’re complex character - which I adore - and I adore everything about them.

I’ve never *disliked* any of the boys in all the series I’ve seen but Rise is the first TMNT show where I was excited to see all of them on the screen regardless of who else was around.

As for what I really like seeing explored in fan works?

For non-Rise fics, I really like anyone getting the chance to take care of Leo. He’s always so stressed even when he’s being silly and I like his brothers stepping up and taking care of him, whether physically, emotionally, etc. Honestly, I like that type of story for any of the boys but I’m definitely a Leo girl no matter the iteration.

For Rise fics, I’m a big fan of the twins being each other’s person. I love them having a hard time opening up with people but knowing each other so well that it’s easy when it comes to them. I like the fics with twin sense and the ones where they’re super protective of each other when they need it but also having no issue letting them handle their own stuff because they have complete faith in each other. Even if they would tell anyone who asked that they’d sell the other for a corn chip.

I guess that’s a really long way of saying that I just enjoy the boys being brothers and taking care of each other…

Hope that answers your question!

[orbitfalls]

I've come seeking revenge mwahaha

FMK cygnus, alphard, druella

EM NOOOOOOO

This is a terrible thing to do to me because like. NONE of these options feel right I don’t wanna fuck marry OR KILLL any of them SHJSHSJSHJS these are my sickly children that I keep in a glass jar and feed one corn chip a day like. I don’t wanna fmk them I wanna take samples of their hair and study it under a microscope??????

BUT IF I MUST (deep sigh)

We’re talking UV here btw as always

Okay shit so I’m marrying Alphard I think. To me he’s a very free spirit and I feel like that trait would be reflected in a marriage with him for sure. It would be the least restrictive thing ever we would just be best friends and travel the world together and fuck shit up. And then when he’s losing a game of cards to a group of foreigners in some random port town in the Caribbean he improvises the most outrageous travel stories while i fight not to laugh as I pickpocket his opponents. Then he frowns and claims that His Wife sadly is waiting for him back on the ship while maintaining dead eye contact with me over the shoulders. and then we run off together and steal their boat

Uhmm okay so out of these three Cygnus is my favourite for sure and I’m taking this opportunity to kill him. I think I deserve it actually as a treat yk what I’m saying. This man is the scum of this earth and I would absolutely cherish the opportunity to gently shove him off his beloved Backyard Cliff. Yet I have a feeling he’d come back to haunt me??? I would never be able to look at waves the same way ever again yk. That might not be so good if I’m marrying Alphard. Also I feel like I might miss him a little he’s just a little guy

Fucking druella. This one I feel pretty neutral about actually bc to me she’s hard to get a grasp on as a character? It might be just my lack of writing her, but to me she will always be more of an echo than a woman. She’s the afterthought, she’s the mother whose death began the story, she’s the body whose ashes were spread in the waves. To me she’s not as much of a character as she is. well. a force of irony? The waves that haunt Cygnus, the insanity that haunts bellatrix, the death that haunts narcissa, the echo that haunts andromeda. I fuck with that tho for sure yes