#id scream too if i could but you cant scream with a smile

[guttednights]

your bar.

You've worked in the same bar for the past 3 years. It's fairly common for military men to come in and get drinks together. It's always soap, gaz, price, and the one in a mask.

One night you finally speak to the guy in the skull mask. "your name is?" as he looks at you, his cold eyes lighten.

"ghost," he said gruffly when soap elbowed him, he shot soap a glare and sighed making eye contact with you. "Simon. simon Riley." he gruffs.

you can't help but smile. "well then Simon Riley. want your usual?"

"Please," he says coldly

you and your friend spent the rest of the night talking about simon. "god i dont know what it is about him but." "jeez.."

"oh ew! shut up" your friend replies walking to the other side of the bar

you giggle "ah cmon, its not as nasty as you and your thing for that old one.

she giggles. "price is hot because hes a gentle man. simon just looks like he could hurt anyone."

"thats what i like" "feels like hed go to jail for me"

She rolls her eyes "okay mrs delusional."

the next few days some tension between you and simon grew. he cant keep his eyes off you. your literal eyecandy to him. and you notice.

"sarah he keeps staring" you say entering the back to "refill something"

she squeals. "girl hes so into you!"

you roll your eyes, "oh whatever."

Later that night soap walks up to the bar,

"hey y/n, you know my big friend Simon? ya he wants ye number"

your heart practically stops beating. "uh.. yeah sure here" You quickly write it on a napkin and hand it to him. you watch as soap runs away like a schoolgirl giggling to Simon as he hands it to him.

the whole rest of the night you were shocked. The big huffy man you think is hot wanted your number?

around 2 am you jolt awake as your phone buzzes. you grab your phone, its him.

"hey gorgeous its simon, or "big masked man"

"Hi simon" god you cant believe this is happening is this real?

"you should be asleep. what you doing up?"

ur heart flutters, (GOING FERAL LIKE YES PLS BOSS ME AROUND) "couldnt sleep"

"any reason why?"

(yes Simon ur the reason why) "nope no praticular reason why, just one of those nights."

"alright. want to get coffee tomorrow?"

"coffee?!" you think to yourself "Omg it's happening.."

"id love to get coffee"

"great. ill see you at happy cafs tomorrow at 9 am."

"see you there"

your freaking out literally, the man of your literal dreams is asking to go out on a coffee date?! Is it a date..?

"is this considered a date?" you text him a few minutes later

"yes, sweetheart. it's considered a date lol"

you throw your phone across the room screaming and kicking your feet. you can't sleep the rest of the night. too busy thinking about what to wear. finally at 6 am you give up and hit the shower, then walk to your closet. "god do I wear a dress? jeans hoodie?" finally you decide on a long-sleeved black dress, perfect for winter. you straighten your hair, do your makeup, and hype yourself up.

8:55 and you're a minute away from the cafe when u see him pull up. your heart drops. you're so excited yet so nervous, u practically black out until you bump into him.

"op, watch out there" he chuckles, "looking at your feet while you walk sweetheart or?"

you chuckle, "Sorry lost in my thoughts." sweetheart?! You can't help but blush as he puts his hand on the lower part of your back and directs you inside. you both sit down at a booth and a waitress comes over. you both order and wait.

you can't help but stare at him, even tho you haven't seen his face his eyes just capture you.

"I'm not gonna lie, sweetheart,. I can't keep my eyes off you at the bar,"

"might as well claim ye before you are no longer available" he smirks as you blush and look away

you spend the next 3 hours just talking getting to know him. And before you know it, (in a few weeks of course) you are dating, officially his. the man of your dreams is officially yours.

side notes: i dont know if i like this tbh. it feels really long and i almost lost what else to say. if u want a part 2 (MAYBE SMUTTY VERS. i can do it lmk!!!)

[mustainegf]

Can you please do a Kirk Hammett smut in the load era where the reader is maybe like a stripper and her and Kirk go into a private room and as she’s like strip teasing him she keeps reminding him that he can’t touch her or anything like that, and then finally when she just in her underwear she tells Kirk that he can touch her and he wastes no time jumping up and starting to like touch her and makeout 🤭🤭 and it gets steammyyy maybeee

I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW THIS REQ!!! THIS IS SOOOOO SO SO SO GOOD

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 ¹⁹⁹⁶

"I'm so glad you chose to come see me tonight," I purr, reaching behind me to untie the ribbon holding my bustier closed. I give it one hard tug and feel it loosen. I wait until the moment it slides off, revealing my breasts, before letting it drop to the floor. "Isn't this better than watching the show?"

I turn around and lift one leg, putting my foot on top of the massage chair. Then I reach down and undo the ribbon on my thong. Kirk doesn't say anything.

He just stares at me as I slip out of my lingerie.

When I get down to my underwear, I drop the bow holding my hair up. My long hair falls over my shoulders, pooling in front of me like a cloak.

I bend forward, gripping the armrests of the massage chair and give myself a chance to look over my shoulder at Kirk.

He still hasn't said a word. In fact, he looks like he could be paralyzed. He's frozen in place. His lips are parted. He has no expression on his face. He looks like someone slapped him. "What's wrong? "

"That fact I cant touch you, that's what's wrong." He hissed, glancing up at me as I gave my hips a purposeful wiggle.

I giggle slightly at his frustration, going on to tease him some more. "That's too bad, hm?" I whisper, spinning around slowly before gentle humping the air just above his thigh. "No touching."

Of course I wanted him to touch me, I'd be a fool to say no to the sexy guitarist of Metallica. But I wanted to mess with his head a little bit. I slid my hand over his chest, humming through a smile as I squeezed on of my breasts.

"Hands to the side," Kirk complied, clutching the arms of the chair. "That's a good job," I teased wiggling my hips and letting my hand palm his bulge.

He was big alright. Probably way bigger than he needed to be. "Come on sweetheart, let me touch," he begged, trying to sound collected.

Ileaned over, brushing my mouth against his ear.

"Nope," I whispered, kissing his cheek slowly.

Then I nibbled on his earlobe. I could feel his pulse throbbing beneath my tongue, and the heat radiating off of him. It felt incredible.

I trailed my tongue down the shell of his ear, moaning softly as I did. This man was intoxicating.

There was something about him that was different.

Something about him made me feel... different.

I gave the imprint in his jeans another squeeze, feeling his cock twitch.

"Don't you want to touch me, hm?" I asked, pulling back to meet his eyes. They were burning into mine, lust written all over them. "Yes," he ground out, pulling away from my grip on his jeans.

I smiled, moving back into position and starting a slow grind. I reached up, caressing his chest again, and hummed as he sucked in a sharp breath. I pinched his nipple, giving him another dose of the same.

And that's when the dancing started. After an hour of grinding on his crotch, he was completely frustrated.

"You've played with me long enough," Kirk growled, looking me in the eyes. "How's a backstage pass sound?" He taunted, hoping ids take his bait.

"Oh, so I'm getting a backstage pass now?" I asked, turning around so I could slide onto his lap. Then I leaned forward, pressing my lips against his, and pulled away quickly, sucking on his lower lip.

I didn't have to fake that moan, because it was totally real. When I met his gaze again, I could see the need in his eyes. That was something I loved seeing. Need. Want. Lust.

Kirk began to take b more control, now having been granted access to my body, I wouldn't be shocked if he'd already cum in his pants.

"Kiss me," he demanded, grabbing my waist and pulling me flush against him. I smiled against his lips, loving the way he devoured me. I felt him harden even more as we kissed

As soon as he pulled back, he buried his face between my breasts, sucking my nipples and lightly biting my skin until I gasped.

His hands began roaming over my stomach, heading straight for my pussy. I groaned, trying not to let him know how much I wanted him. It was difficult.

It was really fucking difficult. I couldn't wait any longer. Not one minute more. I had to have him. I needed him. I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his hip, giving him better access to what he wanted most.

"Kirk, please, now," I breathed, digging my fingers into his scalp. He groaned against my clit, sending sparks flying up my spine. I threw my head back, enjoying the sensation. "I want you inside me," I whimpered.

I reached for his zipper desperately undoing it to get to his cock.

"I need you." I pushed his boxers down and stroked my hand along his length. "Shit," he cursed as he tried to pull away, but I held on tightly.

I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of him in my hand. He was warm, thick, and veiny. It was perfection. "Fuck," he swore, trying to push me off him to get more access. I giggled, wrapping my legs around him again.

"No. I want you inside me." He grabbed my ass cheeks, trying to gain control. I struggled against him, writhing in his arms, trying to get him to fuck me. "Please," I begged, tugging on his hair.

A second later, I felt the tip of his head at my entrance. "Fuck!" he swore, pushing himself deeper inside me. I screamed, welcoming him inside my channel. "Oh god," he moaned, pumping in and out of me slowly.

"Your pussy is perfect," he said, pausing to look up at me. I giggled, riding him now. He kissed me passionately, while still thrusting inside me.

I bucked my hips, taking him deeper inside me.

"Harder," I commanded. "Give it to me harder." He obeyed without hesitation, pumping in and out of me like there was no tomorrow.

Ileaned my head back, moaning loudly. The feel of his thick cock inside me was unbelievable. I wasn't ready for him to stop. I wanted more. I needed more. I wanted to feel him explode deep inside me.

But first, I had to cum. And I would cum. No matter what. It was non-negotiable. He pumped harder, his balls slapping against me with each thrust. "That's it," I encouraged. "Give me that cock."

I reached down and began massaging my clit, bringing myself closer to orgasm. "God yes!" I cried out as he fucked me hard and fast. "Come with me," I begged, moaning as he pounded me harder.

"Yes! Yes! YES!" I cried out as I came. I shook all over as I came, hard. The way he looked at me with so much lust in his eyes made me feel so desired. I felt so damn good.

My body was trembling as he slowed his pace, watching me intently. I was pretty sure he was going to come too. Seconds later, he cried out as he exploded inside me. "Jesus Christ," he cursed, kissing me hard.

We both stayed locked together, holding each other close, panting heavily. Then, slowly, our breaths returned to normal. I kept my leg wrapped around his hip and looked up at him with a small smile.

He smiled back, running his finger across my lips.

"Thank you," he whispered. "For what?" I smirked.

"For not leaving me with blue balls." He cupped my cheek gently with a giggle.

I glanced down and noticed his softening cock was still lodged inside me. I knew I needed more.

[cynthiesjmxazrielslover]

Bittersweet love

An original AUmodernAzriel x Reader

these songs remind me of them <3333

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, mention of trauma Summary: Growing up with your abusive father and your mother who never spoke up against him, you had truly given up hope of any chance of a real relationship, of real love, the ones of the kind that you read about in your books, till you're proven wrong.

A/N: this is my first fic ever+english isnt my first language, and I wrote this in a daze, the idea came to me at like 3 AM,so....enjoy muah<3 Thump.....thump. DAMN IT CAROLINE GET OUT HERE! Another night another fight, that too on their anniversary, a classic. I scoff thinking about all the picture-perfect smiles and the absolutely lovely speech my dad had read out for my mom tonight, a show, it was all a show, no one knew what went inside our house every week, how my dad hit my mom, screamed at her and then bought ridiculously expensive gifts for her as if that would fix everything. I was so so tired of their useless fights, every time it all ended the same way, with my mom never leaving. I heard the rain outside before I saw it. One thing about me was that I always loved the rain, growing up, and till now it just felt right to cry under its cover, to cry with it, to admire how beautiful it felt to be enveloped in her comfort and just...let everything go. I sneaked out my window and walked out of our backyard. There was an abandoned house right behind mine, I spread rumors just so everyone thought, it was either haunted or inhabited, in truth it was my den. Snacks, clothes, comfy blankets, duvets, you name it. It had all I needed to feel better. When I entered my lair I noticed that most of my snacks were empty and the empty packets pristine clean. Oh no, someone had discovered the truth, I turned around only to find a pair of hazel eyes staring back at me, the darkness enveloped him, I couldn't see him, but guessed well enough he was taller than me. I cursed at myself for being stupid enough to enter an abandoned place at night in the middle of a heavy down pour. No, no, no, no. I stepped back I couldn't die like this, not in this shit hole. "Um, hello there. Are you okay? you just seem a little pale" I gaped at him. He had the most alluring voice id ever heard on a man and damn did it mess with my senses. "I won't hurt you, I promise. Look I'm not armed plus I dont even have enough energy to argue right now." He stepped a bit closer enough that I could make out his silhouette illuminated by the moonlight. His hazel eyes were a sweet honey brown shade, tanned skin, muscles, tall as frick, and hot too. Holy crap this guy looked straight out of a book. "Hello?". Realizing I'd been gaping at it the whole time it took me second to remember the situation I'd found myself in before I said "Hi, Im Lana" I lied, my name wasnt lana but i wasnt gonna tell some random guy who ate my snacks AND all my blueberry sour candy my name, Im not that dumb. He steps out of the shadows so i could get a proper look at him, and so he could look at me i realize. "Hello Lana, Im Azriel". I looked at him, really looked at him noticed 3 things, 1. He didnt look much older than me, meaning either he was in school or in college, 2. He was wearing my oversized hoodie which looked a little too small on him, and 3. He looked in a bad shape. He had bruises on his face marring his body, burned hands, swollen eye and looked cold, very cold and malnourished. He looked almost......homeless.

I snuck a glance outside.

I silently swore, if this man- Azriel, stayed here any longer he would DIE, either of fever or due to infection. I might already have brought a one way ticket to the deepest darkest pits of hell but doesnt mean he did. Without a thought i spit out "Come to my house". "Im sorry what?" he chuckled out smirking at me as a flush crept over me. "I-I meant that you cant stay here, there's heavy rain and its cold here. pfft that's totally what i meant" i stammer out. Reminder to curl up and die in a corner later on. He furrows his brow at my statement, a hint of amusement on his face. "Haven't you heard of stranger danger Lana?" He pipes out, his voice low and gravelly. "I doubt an 18 year old guy who wears Minnie Mouse hoodies with dora the explorer socks and a pink bow pajamas would try to kidnap me" Okay now this dude was really crossing it for me. Reminder number 2- Drown these clothes in holy water before wearing them again. Now it was his turn to be embarrassed. "I still look better in these than you could ever. But you're smart and these clothes fit me like a fucking tank top and shorts, so yes, Lana, I'll come to your house. Only because Im freezing out here" He added FRICK. FRICK THIS WAS A BAD,BAD IDEA

Azriels POV I stepped out of the shower, steam rising from the hot water. I smelled like lavender soap and vanilla- The scent of real men. I put on the fresh pair of clothes Lana gave me, A little smaller than what i wore but better than those hoodies of hers anyway. I saw her reading a book when i stepped out, no gods not another book-obsessed psycho. She motioned for me to sit down and applied some bandages, honey, and anti-septic cream and gave me some medecine, pain killers i guessed. She seemed to know what she was doing, better than going to a doctor if it meant it was free and she wasn't going- "Who gave you get these" My chain of thoughts are interrupted by her words. "I got myself banged up by a....raccoon?" A raccoon? A RACCOON? Thats the best I could come up with? Telling a girl that i got banged up by a raccoon? She laughs at my answer. It's not a soft melodic sound like i expected but a burst of laughter. She snorts and smirks at me. "Damn, a raccoon huh? Wait,does that mean your're pregnant now?Plus,what? did it tackle you to the ground with its little toe beans? What were you even fighting over, who gets the last thrown out doughnuts from the dumpster, oh, or, did she kick you out of the house instead? You're lovely raccoon wife." She laughs out, barely able to form the sentence without controlling her laughter. I roll my eyes but I cant help smile, I knew very little about this girl but i did know 4 things, 1. She was a terrible liar, introducing herself under a fake name when her name was written under every single one of her drawings, 'y/n' I liked that name, it sounded different yet familiar on my tongue. 2.She might have just saved my life 3. She had a very good taste in candy and 4. we are about to become very, very, very good friends, something I hadn't had in a while. Tell me in the comments if you want to be tagged in the next parts, plus im open to supportive constructive criticism so let me know how i can improve =) taglist: @anarchiii @starlightazriel @velarisdusk @siriuslystyle1989 @scorpioriesling

[sempsimps]

doppelgänger Francis x reader

sooo this is totally sfw within the age rating of the actual game, obviously. also might be inspired by the yagami yato of this man, maybe, slight chance, it definitely gave me some fuel to finish at least, i got over this brain rot quickly and well this took more time than i would of liked so yeah. sorry if my writing sucks :)

tags

mentioned death

mentioned cannibalism

two sides of the same one sided love (kinda)

blood (yep shock horror)

hoon man getting the love he needs <3

a bit of inexperienced writing (oh lord the horror)

sexual tension i guess (but not really)

Heather's the musical reference

British language so scary

it was late at night and door duty is slow like usual, the thing about the job was that 12 hour shifts suck, but in this time where the fear of being replaced by man eating monsters having a roof over my head and a job was quite reassuring, and well despite the company not really caring I'm glad that i didn't have to do more work then i could be awake for also my co-worker Emily she is amazing and could make a banging cup of tea, and well she likes the fact there's not nearly that many doubles at day, less work obviously. the night is tougher, way more doppelgängers at this time some were very convincing and did make me want to scream on the inside becuse of the anxiety it caused..... but i did like a challenge. also, i knew that most of the apartmenties were inside as Emily ticks them off the list and added the names who had a reasonable excuse for not being on there, and hey, i haven't died. yet despite my complaints there was a golden reason why i liked this job, and that was the resident tired eyes Francis, but he never really talked that much and it kinda made him ideal mimic bait, so i cant get attached i mean i really shouldn't as they really did try him the most for some reason.

i yawn as i relaxed into my office chair stretching my arms with a stratifying click 'mhhh almost over its 10 45 so 1 more hour and franci-' caught in my thoughts so much but the white uniform snapped my attention 'speak of the devil-! wait...' and as quickly as it came it left, as i seen the deep sunken abyss of "eyes" and a smile 'ah, i see its hoon' he really did try to get in, acting normally handing the papers over with an almost correct ID and entry form but just ya know slightly off on the looks and all he says is hoon is kind of revealing. i smiled and waved in greeting.

"Ah, hello there, nice try hoon, but i can see you. Good try though, almost nailed that ID too."

"hoon hoooon!"

"ill take that a good response"

i politely gave back the ID and smiled, throwing the entry form in the bin with the rest, so it isn't as easy to get in. Also, some of them are funny anyway. back to it i found this particular one almost as enduring as the original i was found of him so to speak, but if he got too good then off he goes and that might be a toxic trait but ill entertain him for now.

"Come on man, you know the drill, i caught you. You walk away. Have a good night though."

"hoon..."

he held his head down in disappointment and trudged away, when i was sure he left i called the D.D.D,the emergency shutters come down and footsteps can be heard by the men, i knew hoon wasn't there but to keep up the appearance to not get me fired, i had to make it seem that he keeps escaping, and not me letting him do so nooooo. the shutters come up, and the hazmat suit explains the situation in that boring tone like always.

"The clean up is complete, but the company will search for that double ganger that got away......"

yep, the same stuff zoning all that out. 'blah blah blah Jesus Christ, so much talking, just leave, please.' i kept smiling with zoned out thoughts as they spoke.

"You can continue your job"

"mh hm thanks"

the clean-up crew left slowly, god so slowly, like today, so slow. i looked over to the clock 'uuuuhhh 11 15 a half an hour till Francis gets here from delivering milk. poor soul to be fair he was half a workaholic' picking at my nails as a distraction from the boring day i seen another white milk man uniform i smile as i seen Francis, immediately going to work as he passed his paper through. but if i looked at the clock, only a few minutes passed.

"hi there"

i politely greeted, giving a small wave like i do for him 'wait it might not be him.' My face turned serious quickly.

"hm hello..."

'Huh, is he tired, or is that voice lower?' Suspicious, but i checked over the entry form, and that looked all good. now the ID 'logo yep date uh huh spelling' with the file i looked back and forth 'okay looking good finally number lets see 2 3 5 5 6' i look at the ID '2 4 5 5 6. wait 4?' Looking back over the file 'that's wrong damn doppelgänger. welp gotta kill this one he's too real.' i passed back the papers roughly, my face turning sour.

"welp, here ya go Francis, any last words?"

i didn't let him finish becuse as soon as i passed the paper through roughly i reached over with my other hand and pressed the emergency button, and speed dialling the D.D.D to get this near replica out of here, the shutter that came down was rattling from the force of the doppelgänger hitting it trying to escape, which was normal. and then silence as the shutter comes up, the now comforting yellow suit began to talk.

"The clean-up is complete. You can continue your-"

The hazmat suit slammed into the glass making a small crack, a gradient green hand with black claws dug into the back of the head, blood seeping out and staining the yellow suit my eyes followed the arm to the doppelganger of Francis i had just delt with 'oh shit this is a fucking problem' the yellow hazmat fell to the ground the hand returning to "normal" and that face comes into view. blood dripping of the perfect features, his voice lower than it should be its unnerving 'and hot- nope nope stop there wrong.' opening the desk draw digging in it for a neatly written number to only be called if the D.D.D fails. 'Where's that post-it note' a loud thud broke my thoughts, and I cautiously looked up to the double of Francis. his hand against the glass smearing some blood on the clean surface some spilling into the small crack made a few seconds earlier.

"Oh darling, how come you didn't let me in? My appearance is flawless. Entry form has nothing wrong with it, I know I'm on the list today."

He looked confused 'cute wait no evil' since I passed the papers through he picked up the slightly crumpled ID and gave an amused smirk flipping it around and pressing it to the glass so I could see it.

"Ah, I see you did read that silly ID number. You're not like the others, you're smart, and that makes me want to devour you even more."

My hand starts to tremble as I kept looking for that stupid note. The doppelganger tuts lightly with a small chuckle.

"Come on~ your phone friends can't help you. and you wouldn't want to create more of a mess~ look honey! all those delicious bodies already here"

He licked his lips cleaning them from the blood giving a satisfied hum 'oh shit that's hot- nope nope not the time' i couldn't bear to look past him at the amount of people dead, opting to keep looking for the number i knew was in this stupid desk 'come on, come on where is this fucking thing' my hand touches the gun at the back of the draw 'I shouldn't have to use this'

"OPEN THE DOOR, please open the door. Can we not fight anymore, please come on, open the door? You're scared i see that, I can set you free come on let me inside open the door open opEN OPEN!"

Teeth beared now sharp and tinted yellow eyes the same shade. His hand slammed down on the glass with an open palm he realised it wasn't working, quickly far too quickly, and he used his fist rattling the pane in its hold the crack getting bigger every thud my movements speed up 'shit shit shit shit shi- ah! there I got it.' I gripped the paper roughly and slammed the emergency button and dialled the never before used number

"DARLING YOULL NEVER KILL ME IVE BEEN WATCHING YOU FOR WEEKS ILL COME BACK"

"Hello you have contacted the-"

"YES I KNOW SEND HELP D.D.D AGENTS DOWN"

"Don't worry .... we have dispatched people to your area" BEEP

The slamming of fists and that sickening sound of flesh tearing. its the noise doppelgangers make when they lose their disguise, it made me nauseous my head dizzying from it I heard the glass smash but the metal kept me safe it was barely dented before I heard the screams of the beast and gun shots my breathing uneven my legs to my chest in the chair arms wrapped around my body in attempt to comfort myself it all went silent my heart drops in my chest but as the shutter came back up a more human looking hazmat suit greeted me rather than the round ones another one putting a new pane of glass replacing the broken one.

"Thank you for contacting us. we will inform the D.D.D of the deceased agents and give you good reference. Unfortunately, the doppelganger got away"

"Wait, what!?"

They left quickly, some carrying black bags, not saying a word 'he got away. How?' I slowly came out of my shell I had built temporarily, taking in some deep breaths. unwrapping my arms and lowering my legs back into my chair. 'I'll have a breakdown when I'm off the clock.... oh speaking of how long till Francis is here 11 55 he's late.... of course just making my day wors- never mind night is better' there he was passing an ID and entry form i already had his folder out and checked it over intensely giving a little sigh.

"mh, hello doorman you seem worked up tonight"

"haha yeah just some difficult doppelgängers, ya know"

"ha yeah uh.... I've been meaning to ask, would you like to get food sometime"

i opened the door for him and smiled wearily giving the correct paper back to the real Francis.

"yeah that would be nice have a goodnight Francis"

okay finally over Jesus Christ this took way longer than i wanted it to take becuse i have got another 3 fics stacked and schoolwork so I'm glad its over but i still don't know how to end this shit sorry if my writing sucks :]

extra note: brownie points if people spotted the heathers reference

[thornsinyoursides]

HELLLOOO EVERYONE this is my first fic here and time postin in a while! This will be a new series! Aka first one! After chatting with the handsome and amazing @riisume and seeing their oc maeve and chatting bout them I got inspired to write her meeting bell with their permission! Go give them a follow and enjoy

Bell in the foxes den part one

Bell had been arena fighting for some time now. The prize money’s nice, and it’s fun to cut loose! It’s a nice break from some heated mercenary work. Not that merc work was stressful for her it just gets boring after awhile. Besides, punching trees for training gets a tad old after the millionth time, so punching peoples a good break from that monotony.

She usually wins easily since her blood powers mean she can kick ass and regenerate quite quickly. She’s a crowd favorite since she always has fun kicking ass especially of someone cocky. However there was another reason she kept competing. Shed heard whispers of an amazing beautiful warrior who could give her a challenge. Nicknamed the bear or mommy maeve. Bell had been intrigued by her mentions. And hoped to one day fight her! ~~and maybe get her number~~

Then the day arrived that bell was matched up with maeve on the announcement thing. Shes ecastic! Finally a worthy foe! Finalky someone she can go all out on. Finally!…. Her thoughts stop when she sees her…… That hair, those eyes! Those ears! Those claws! That style! That figure! That smile! gorgeous… bells heart started beating. Damn it she was having a gay panic!

She pulls herself together and begins stretching cant pull a muscle thatd be painful…. and embarrassing. Then Maeve started approaching her direction. Huh thats weird. Why was..

**SHE WAS COMING DIRECTLY TO HER?** thankfully bell had mastered a poker face! She kept a cool demeanor and gave a cocky looking smirk. Internally she was freaking the fuck out. “Well well well! Maeve! Ive heard about ya! And May I say I get the feeling youre not gonna disappoint!” She says as internally she was thinking *oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck she smells nice! Her hair flows so amazingly I wish my hair was like that and not red. Those beautiful eyes damn it!!! Stop being so beautiful! Why are you getting close.*

Maeve not being an idiot and by the fact bell was pinching her arm could tell…. Bell was either nervous…. Or crushing hard. She gives a pleasant little grin to her opponent and did her usual flirty schtick “Hmm welll id hate to disappoint a pretty face.” And bell just went red at this, then before she could respond to her comment maeve did what she usually did and began feeling the opponents abs…. immediately she had the biggest and most immediate reaction shes ever seen. As if bells blush wasnt adorable enough she immediately began giggling and blushing like mad from the gentle traces, her knees buckling and was barely able to stand as she giggled adorably and softly, but loud enough to make maeves opinions on bells cuteness skyrocket.

Bell gently pushes her away , despite that display of giggles she didnt take a breath. Seems she has alot of energy. And is very ticklish… this was gonna be a fun match maeve though

Bell was so flustered she couldnt even speak just shooting maeve a blushy adoravle flustered glare like a puppy trynna be intimidating.

“Hmmm. Seems the red haired beauty blood mages tongues in the hands of a cat no?”maeve asks with a pleasant smile

Bell just blushed even more internally screaming that maeve was flirting witb her. … “Ill show you whos tongue is got when I kick your ass!” She says as if that comment makes… any sense

“Hmm… we’ll see ! I think youlk be having too hard a time laughing your beautiful head off.” Maeve says as flirtatious as ever

Bell blushed even mkre her face now as red as her hair. “I!!! … its not beautiful! Sh-shut up!” She says giving another flustered glare and crossing her arms

Maeve grinned cheekily “hmm No I know you are beautiful. That laugh and what I felt definitely are. AnywaySee you in the match cutey!” She says giving a littke wave before walking off to the arena..

Bell crosses her arms. Now fucking melting… was was she being genuine when she called her beautiful? No! Snap out of it dont let that distract you! You have a fight to win! She says thinking to herself while also thinking how nice it felt to giggle and smile openly like that…. Her hands also felt nice-… she grabs her forehead in gay frustration as she goes to fetch some water.

End of part 1 i hope you enjoy!! And thanks for reading!

[jewishrizahawkeye]

royai is just like “we can’t make any promises now can we babe/but you can make me a drink” and “sometimes when i look into your eyes/ i pretend your mind/ all the damn time” and “i don’t like that anyone would die to feel your touch” and “what must it like to grow up that beautiful” and “we’re on the phone and i realize your laugh is the best sound. i. have. eve.r. heard.” and “i’m on my guard for the rest of the world/but with you? i know it’s no good” and “the stakes are high/the waters rough/but this love is ours” and “see you in the dark… all eyes on you my magaician… all eyes on eyes on us… you make everyone disappear” and “all eyes on me your illuionust/all eyes on us… i make all your gray days clear” and “i’m so chill but you make me JEALOUS” and “i’d kiss you as the lights went out… swaying as the room gave out… i’d hold you as the water rushes in” and “cause they see right through me/they see right through me/they see right through/can you see right through me?” and “that’s the heartbreak time could never mend/i’d never walk cornelia street again” and “the more that you say the less i know/where ever you stray i’ll follow” and “but it fades away into my day old tea cause it’ll never be” and “you showed me colors you know that i can’t see with anyone else” and “look at this idiotic fool that you made me/YOU TAUGHT ME A SECRET LANGUAGE I CANT SPEAK WITH ANYONE ELSE” and “i’ve been meaning to tell you, i think your house is haunted, your dad is always mad and that must be why” and “and wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles im faking” and “i thought the plane was going down/how’d you turn it right around?” and “we’re burned for better” and “somewhere in the haze got a sense id been betrayed” and “all you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing” and “put your lips close to mine as long as they don’t touch/out of focus eye to eye till the gravity’s too much” and “the only one who has enough of me to break my heart” and “but your untouchable burning brighter than the sun/and now that your close i feel like coming undone” and “i wake up screaming from dreaming/one day i’ll watch as your leaving cause you got tired of my scheming/and life will lose all its meaning (for the last time)” and “it’s nice to have a friend” and “your touch brought fourth an incandescent glow/tarnished but so grand” and “all i know is you held the doors/you’ll be mine and i’ll be yours” and “like starlight starlight don’t you dream impossible things” and “you would break your back for me to break a smile” and “who could ever leave me darling… but who could stay?” and “say my name and everything just stops… i don’t want you like a best friend” and “i don’t want to keep secrets just to keep you” and “i screamed for whatever it’s worth/I LOVE YOU AINT THAT THE WORST THING YOU EVER HEARD?”

and people expect me to be normal about that?

[wellthebardsdead]

Riiju-Lei: *all 3 eyes very irritated from crying as they leave the hall of the dead* gods if I keep weeping like this I think id like to go back to having no emotions at all…

Nerevar: and deprive the world of your smile? Absolutely not~ *pats his shoulder gently*

Taliesin: or your adorable laugh~

Riiju-Lei: I-it is not adorable.

Kaidan: I dunno, it does sound pretty cute when you start honking like a baby horker~

Lucien: or start snorting like a bristleback.

Riiju-Lei: *visibly blushing* I- I don’t sound like either of those things!

Sero: *cackles* pay up Xelzaz I told you he’d start blushing again!

Xelzaz: You lot cheated!

Riiju-Lei: Y-you’re taking bets on my emotional responses now?!

Inigo: yes shame on you all! … *sneakily takes his winnings from Xelzaz*

Nerevar: *chuckles and shakes his head at them* leave him be… *waits till Riiju isn’t looking before taking his share too and snickering* So, corner club before we leave?

Riiju-Lei: I guess, I don’t think you’d enjoy it though but… it’s really the only place any of us except for maybe Lucien and Kaidan would be welcome… the dunmer who owns it doesn’t particularly like me given I was raised by a nord and most people in this city like or at least tolerate me.

Nerevar: hm… maybe we can wait until we reach Kynesgrove then…

Riiju-Lei: Mhm… I don’t particularly want to go passed what’s left of my old house either. I don’t know what type of emotion that’d kick up out of me…

Nerevar: old house?

Kaidan: aye. When we first came here with him to gather his belongings and bring them to whiterun we found it burned to the ground and the brickwork covered in racial slurs against dunmer… even the district it was in is a slur against dunmer people.

Nerevar: *clenching his fist a little under his cloak* …I see…

Riiju-Lei: *sighs* let’s just g-

???: THERE! THATS THE BASTARD! THATS THE WANKER WHO DID THIS TO ME!!

Everyone: *turns to see Rolff stone-fist next to a guard, pointing at Kaidan*

Kaidan: oop, shit, hope you all have enough to bail me out for this.

Nerevar: I- what did you do to him? He’s missing half his face!

Kaidan: He was harassing a dunmer woman then tried to hit LeiLei while his back was turned. So I punched him and my gauntlets did the rest.

Guard: *walks over* Alright you’re under arre-

Nerevar: *steps out in front of him* It is my understanding that my companion here was attacked first by that- gentleman. My other companion here leapt to his defence.

Riiju-Lei: *sighs* nerevar don’t bother. He’s the brother to ulfrics right hand man, they won’t listen. *opens his wallet* okay how much is the fin-

Nerevar: *gently makes him put it away before looking at the guard* Is that so… in that case. Unless Ulfric would like the great houses of morrowind to side with the empire once again and join in on this civil dispute. He, And his right hand man. Will have an audience with me.

Guard: and, who are you exactly?…

Nerevar: Indoril Nerevar.

*a few hours later*

Riiju-Lei: *sitting quietly at the large table in the main hall of the palace of kings, knee bouncing as he and the others wait for nerevar and kaidan to return from their meeting with Ulfric* …I feel, sick, my chest feels tight and my hands and feet are cold. What emotion is this?

Lucien: anxiety, nervousness… it’s okay to be scared, I am too… being an imperial and the son of a notable captain I don’t particularly feel safe in here.

Sero: it’ll be okay… *folds his arms a little tighter feeling nervous himself*

Riiju-Lei: I hope you’re r-

Rolff: *suddenly screaming as he’s dragged out of the room in shackles to be taken to the jails* BROTHER YOU CANT DO THIS! YOU CANT SIDE WITH THEM! BROTHEEEEE- *silenced as the doors shut*

Nerevar: *walks out with Kaidan* I’m glad we could come to an understanding. The high council will provide funds for the betterment of our people housed within your city, the argonians and khajiit will be permitted within the walls. And we’ll remain neutral in your affairs.

Galmar: *huffs and storms out past them to the jails, most likely to give his brother a talking to for embarrassing him*

Ulfric: *walks out after him* yes. Now if there’s nothing else I have a war to get back t- *pauses spotting Riiju-Lei amongst the group* I know you. You were at Helgen.

Riiju-Lei: Yes. I was. Now I’m the Dragonborn. And I’ve been a citizen of this city longer than you or your fathers fathers have been alive… *stands up, feeling anger bubbling within himself the longer he looks at him* So if I hear anymore talk of my kind or anyone who isn’t a nord, being mistreated in these walls. I’ll do what that bastard and his mates did to my house. And I’ll burn this whole city to the ground.

Nerevar: LeiLei. *looks at him sternly but with a soft understanding in his eyes, knowing now at time of diplomacy is not a moment to lose his temper*

Riiju-Lei: *huffs and turns to leave*

Ulfric: *realising now he’s standing in a room with two extremely powerful threats he’d be smart not to piss off any further* I understand.

Riiju-Lei: *glares back at him* …good… *storms out*

*a few minutes later*

Team Dragonborn: *catch up with Riiju-Lei as he crosses the bridge leaving the city*

Nerevar: Hey- *pats his shoulder gently*

Riiju-Lei: *gritting his teeth in frustration* Arghh! I hate this feeling! I hate him for making me feel this way! I promise if we come back in a month NOTHING will have changed and that cockhead will be walking around harassing the grey quarter all over again!!

Nerevar: And if he does I will make good on my threat and side with the empire again. *strokes his cheek* he’s not worth your fury, dreamer…

Riiju-Lei: *sighs and relaxes into touch, the feeling of familiarity it brings giving him comfort* is it really worth that much effort?…

Nerevar: if it makes you happy, then yes…

Riiju-Lei: *smiles and holds his hand looking down shyly as the anger gives way to love and content happiness*

Taliesin: *suddenly smiling as he watches them*

Kaidan: what’s got you so happy? I nearly got arrested and you’re grinning.

Taliesin: I just realised something. The first day we saw LeiLei smile. It was right here. I’m betting it was the day Nerevar first came to skyrim~

Kaidan: really?… huh… to think they were always so close without even realising it.

Taliesin: *leans against him* I’m glad he’s found his happiness now… and I’m glad you’re not arrested. It’d be hard to make love to you with all those guards watching~

Kaidan: *coughs* I- calm down you wait until we get a room before you start talking like tha-

Sero: *suddenly books it past them with the guards chasing after him* HAHAHAAAAA!!!

Riiju-Lei: WHAT DID YOU DO?!

Inigo: *runs out after him and the guards* I tried to stop him! He set Rolff stone-fist on fire in his jail cell!!!

[tojikai]

also wanted to add this part since i forgot to add this to the original ask:

the manipulation is so cruel and heartbreaking. to constantly torment the reader knowing how she feels and to just upset her on purpose is disgusting. also to mention in front of the baby mom you discarded and mistreat that you want to have children with someone else and willingly allow the gf to diminish the reader’s role in her own child’s life. i was more sad than mad at first when the child called the gf mama but now i think the anger and sadness are equal. i know the child is young (and that gojo probably cosigned that) but they are inadvertently turning them against reader. she already has to coparent with him and the gf enabling him too so she definitely doesn’t deserve to be put last by her own child for the people who torment her especially since she is the only one being the bigger person and that no one as of right now is in her corner. the taking the child on trips was appalling; they didn’t consider how reader would feel and they overstep her boundaries and just disregard her role. part of me even thinks that there is a possibility gojo cares more about antagonizing the reader than being a dad sometimes. hopefully the child will stop calling the gf mom bc it isn’t right (they’re not even married, she didn’t even see or care how reader felt about it and the gf is trying to slide into the role too quick) maybe its just me but despite not having kids, having them around strangers is a definite NO. the fact that she could see how the entire situation affected reader and had the audacity to smile at her and to just watch her get mistreated screams “pick me” but also screams “evil and enjoying her suffering” i just don’t trust her. it makes me sad that the child doesn’t have loyalty to her mom and hopefully they develop to have more loyalty to the reader. i hope the reader can find happiness and at least have her child also (saying also bc i think someone else said this too) and then leave gojo and his gf where they are at. i do genuinely hope that gojo suffers in this fic lmao pls dog walk his behind😭

hopefully her feelings can fade and that she falls in love with someone who will have her back, protect her and just be loyal to her.

(maybe this entire this sounds bitter, but i didn’t know how else to phrase it. i know when i was little and even now i would see my mom have this kind of personality and is kind to everyone so i stick with my mom on everything so to read that kinda shocked me and made me sad. if my child called someone else mom id be devastated.)

sidenote: i also would like to think that reader’s child would be gojo’s karma since he is so malicious towards the reader and that with time the child will pick up on that and strengthen their bond with the reader as well as her loyalty.

(this is honestly a lot but i had a lot of feelings and thoughts 💭)

- theory anon

i definitely get you. seeing a babydaddy's gf try to take over the mom role even when the real mom is literally alive and kicking can be really revolting. and the fact that the babydaddy is not taking action is just disrespectful. tho, we cant blame the child bc they're weak when it comes to toys😭irl, i know that as a child grows, they slowly realize all of that and side more with what is right. i really enjoyed reading this, theory anon <33 hope you're doing great~

[soupdeewoop]

favorite lines from "THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT"

your wife waters flowers, i want to kill her

All my mornings are monday stuck in an endless february

but you're in self-sabotage mode, throwing spikes down the road

we're modern idiots

You smoked then ate seven bars of chocolate

i scratch your head, you fall asleep, like a tattooed golden retriever

sometimes i wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me, but you told lucy you'd kill yourself if I ever leave

'cause it fit too right, puzzle pieces in the dead of night, I shouldve known it was a matter of time

'cause i knew too much, there was danger in the heat of my touch, he saw forever so he smashed it up

did you really beam me up?, in a cloud of sparkling dust, just to do experiments on, tell me I was the chosen one, showed me that this world is bigger than us, then sent me back where I came from

now im down bad crying at the gym, everything comes out teenage petulance, "fuck it if I cant have him", "I might just die, it would make no difference"

how dare you think its romantic, leaving me safe and stranded

my spine split from carrying us up to the hill, wet through my clothes, weary bones caught the chill

thinking how much sad did you think I had, did you think I had in me? oh the tragedy

i stopped cpr, after all its no use

two graves, one gun, ill find someone

you swore that you loved me, but where were the clues? i died on the alter waiting for the proof

i just learned these people try and save you 'cause they hate you

id rather burn my whole life down than listen to one more second of all this bitchin' and moanin', ill tell you something 'bout my good name, its mine along with all the disgrace, I don't cater to all these vipers dressed in empire's clothing

there's a lot of people in town that I bestow upon my fakest smiles

my friends tried, but i wouldn't hear it, watched me daily disappearing, for just one glimse of his smile

another summer, taking cover, rolling thunder, he doesnt understand me, splintered back in winter, silent dinners, bitter, he was with her in dreams

little did you know you home's really only a town youre just a guest in

florida, is one hell of a drug, florida, can I use you up?

little did you know your home's really only the town youll get arrested, so pack your life away just to wait out the shitstorm back in texas

i need to forget, so take me to florida, ive got some regrets, ill bury them in florida, tell me I'm despicable, say its unforgivable, at least the dolls are beautiful, fuck me up, florida

go on, fuck me up

this cage was once just fine, am i allowed to cry?

what if hes written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?

these fatal fantasie given way to laboured breath taking all of me, weve already done in my head

what if the way you hold me is actually whats holy?

they dont know how youve haunted me so stunningly, i choose you and me, religiously

if you wanted me dead you shouldve just said

crash the party like a record crash as i scream, "whos afraid of little old me?", you should be

i wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me, you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

you caged me and then you called me crazy, i am what i am 'cause you trained me, so whos afraid of me?

they shake their heads saying, "god, help her" when i tell 'em hes my man

ill show you heaven if youll be an angel, all mine

whoa, maybe i cant

i thought i was better safe than starry-eyed

if you know it in one glimpse, its legendary, you and i go from one kiss to getting married

you shit-talked me under the table, talking rings and talking cradles, i wish i could unrecall, how we almost had it all

youre the loss of my life

the lights refract sequin stars off her silhouette every night, i can show you lies

'cause im a real tough kid, i can handle my shit, they said "babe, you gotta fake it till you make it" and i did

lights, camera, bitch, smile, even when you wanna die

im so depressed, i act like its my birthday everday

'cause im miserable (haha), and nobody even knows, try and come for my job

and i dont even want you back, i just want to know, if rusting my sparking summer was the goal

you didnt measure up in any measure of a man

in fifty years will all this be declassifed?, and ill say, "good riddance"

i wouldve died for youre sins, instead i just died inside

so when i touch down, call the amateurs and cut 'em from the team

'cause the sign on your heart said its still reserved for me, honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

he jokes that "its heroin, but this time with an E"

you look like clara bow

this town is fake but youre the real thing, breath of fresh ait through smoke rings

the crowd goes wild at her fingertip, half moon shine, a full eclipse

youre the new god were worshipping, promise to be dazzling

beauty is a beast that roars down on all fours demanding more

you look like taylor swift, in this light, were loving it, youve got edge, she never did, the futures bright, dazzling

[rqlaji2]

Immediately before the second show i am on the hotel tv switching between the film fargo and episodes of wwe rivals. Latter had ads and the former didnt though so I kinda ditched austin bret for the last 45 minutes of fargo, even though ive seen fargo two times already. One thing on austin bret before I move on is they showed that clip where bret finally comes out end of sentence no when bret finally comes out and austin and pillman are backstage and bret is like ok fine lets have a mania match 🙄 and pillman looks sooo happy and austin looks at him like he is the stupidest son of a bitch hes ever seen and pillman is like oh ok sorry . Just all in facial expressions, so good. I love pillman so much, I wish he wasnt caught up in one of the worst angles ive ever heard of before he died. Im sure there are worse ones, just that ive heard of. I’m new here, I dont fucking know anything.

I was row 3 for this show, pretty much directly in front of linnell. I need to ask him if he was smiling at me forgetting the lyrics to fucking birdhouse in your soul or something else. Conflicting reports on whether danny was playing with a broken foot (show 1) or ankle (show 2), but ive always been enamored with his stage presence on synopsis for latecomers especially, hes kinda 😳 a little bit. Birdhouse second is..bizarre, I am aching pretty bad right now and I still wish I couldve jumped to the greatest song ever written. Moonbeam rays is so nice. Bangs is kind of rhythmically complex, awesome song and awesome that they played it, tune, etc. Man its so loud in here continues to be the greatest song of all time. Mink car song is so smooth, what a cool track. Marty triangle. Oghhhghgh dont even get me started on cyclops rock, it’s like the only reason I went to these shows. I’m just kidding id see them all the time if I could, but I FUCKING LOVE CYCLOPS ROCK, IT GOES SO HARD and I relate to the lyrics a lot and I literally TOLD YOU HOW TO CYCLOPS ROCK, AND THEN YOU GO AND TURN AROUND AND BREAK MY HEART. He did the original nixon line too which is so fucking awesome, best song ever methinks. I cant believe it took this long for me to hear older live, but it was almost worth the wait, what a cool fucking song, so good live. I wasnt at a great angle to see the Damn Good Times Dan Miller Balcony Guitar Solo but after it flans said “dan miller, the peoples guitarist” or something and I laughed really hard. Also incredible that theyre calling this show the big show sometimes . WEEEEEELLL

I hate bottled water so much but a tickle in my throat kept waking me up the night before. OH MY GOD, THEY PLAYED SUBLIMINAL AGAIN. Flans was actually a little far away but he came to the right for darlings of lumberland, oh god he was so close . Of all songs! Then I got to scream THE STICK at him, how surreal and also fulfilling. Dont lets start is the best song ever. Fuck, this famous polka had someone in the crowd strumming flansys guitar 😍. St paul fucking loves join us, apparently. Doctor worm is still the best song ever. Encore 1 started with istanbul just the two of them!!!??? They make each other laugh so much, I love them i love them i love them. I know i said spy gets better every time but this was the lesser of the weekends spies. I think he did the sound of the 30s bit last time at the fitz, lol. Did i mention that the end of the tour is the best song ever. SHES ACTUAL SIZE ON THE SETLIST BUT NOT PLAYED??? Also, im beyond just a little pissed off they didnt play bills bills bills. They did at the show i didnt fucking see.

But not to end on a bad note, I love they might be giants so much, I dont even care that it feels like my calves will never not be sore.

Actually im gonna end on the episode i got back to the hotel to was rock austin, and they had the clip where austins on the titantron like when your pager says 3:16 that means im about to whoop your ass, Or whatever tf and rock takes out his pager and does his stupid giant wide eyed rock look and turns around and does indeed get his ass whooped. Possibly greatest moment in all of television

[smartfeller]

Harry Bottom and the Philosophers Bone

Harry Bottom and: The Philosophers Bone chapter 1

Harry Bottom lived with his aunt and uncle Virgin and Petunia dursley, along with their fat twat of a son Dudley, who always got more presents than him. he had to live with them because his parents had died of AIDS and he was an orphan. he hated living with them, because they were such prudish twats and because they were so mean and didnt accept him. they made him stay in the closet because he was always wanking and smoking strange herbs. he didnt know why he was always so horny but it had been this way as long as he could remember...

on his 18th birthday, he received a letter from ‘Hogfarts School of Bitchcraft and Faggotry. he had never heard of the place. his aunt and uncle immediately forbade him from going and locked the door of his cupboard, but the letters kept arriving. there were a fuckload of owls flocking about the house and gypsies and transvestites kept knocking on the door. uncle virgin was fuming. eventually, he drove them all the way to a horrible little house in the middle of the sea somewhere in the hebrides or summat. ‘ha! id like to see them find us here! no nephew of mine shall be a faggot!’ they made harry stay in the coldest most horrible room wearing a chastity cage, cus they were weird like that. with sad resignation, poor lickle harry bottom stuck a finger up his butt and started jerking off, when all of a sudden there was a booming knock at the door...

he stopped mid-wank. nervously, uncle virgin crept towards the door and opened it.  and whew! there stood a giant BEAR of a man in a leather jacket, with a huge shaggy beard. he walked straight inside and turned to harry ‘appy birthday lad! todays the day you become a true gaylord’ he said, slapping harry on the back harry wasnt sure what he meant. the hairy giant strode past virgin and petunia, who were too shocked to say anything, sat his enormous fat arse down on the sofa. unfortunately, he had not noticed that dudley was already sat there, and before the lad could squeal in protest he was already engulfed betwixt the giants enormous booty cleft. the giant stretched his arms and shuffled around in his seat. ‘not reet comfy’ he said, before ripped an enormous fart which rattled the windows. ‘ahhh, much better’  the muffled sound of poor dudley screaming could be heard from within sweaty confines of the hefty leather-clad rump, but just barely. harry felt his boner stiffening, man, how he wished he could be engulfed in such an ass. ‘so harry, i suppose you’ll want to be coming with me, eh?’ his deep voice echoed through the stony hovel ’ ‘spect you cant wait to leave this orrible place’ he unbuckled his leather jacket slightly. harry stood staring, mesmerised at the enormous mans hairy body. ‘yes... but, sorry, who are you?’ he replied the man laughed heartily. ‘who am i? aha ha ha. the names Shagrid, i knew yer dad very well before... well... before’ ‘you knew my dad?’  ‘oh aye! and a fine cock he had too. 14inches. reckon youve inherited that’ he said with a wink. harry blushed. ‘your father was one of the greatest faggots what ever lived, harry. second only to the legendary Dumblewhore, of course. and youre going to go to were he learned it all: ‘Hogfarts School Of Bitchcraft And Faggotry’. marvelous place...’ ‘HE SHALL NOT BE GOING!’ shouted uncle virgin suddenly from across the room ‘I SHALL HAVE NO QUEEN OR FAIRY TEACHING ANY NEPHEW OF MINE HOW TO BE A... A...’ he couldnt scarcely bring himself to say the words ‘A HOMOSEXUAL!’ there was silence.

‘a... a what?’ said harry shagrid smiled warmly ‘yer a faggot harry’ ‘but no... i cant be a...?’ ‘you ever felt your dick twitch while looking at a mans arse? ever wanted to suck on a long hard cock?’ harry didnt know what to say, the answer of course was yes

‘HE SHALL NOT BE GOING!’  shagrid suddenly got angry, he stood up and cast a smell in uncle vernons direction which made him pass out. aunt petunia screamed. ‘anyway lad, since its your birthday ive prepared a delicious cake for you’ he stood up and dropped his breeches suddenly, presenting the most grotesquely hairy pair of buttocks you could possibly imagine, thick wooly curls of dark fur covering every inch of his gigantic behind. harry stared on in awe, each cheek was literally twice the size of his head. a rich wizardly musk filled the room at its presentation, beads of sweat glistening on the damp curly fur. what a horny sight, hed dreamed about this. harry was ready to dive in, only... his cousin was wedged deep within the giants hairy arsecrack, squirming desperately for freedom. half of his body had already been engulfed. you could hear his muffled cries for help, but just barely. ‘um.. shagrid’ said harry, nervously,  ‘whats wrong, dont you want to eat it?’ he said disappointingly, smacking his cheek. he ripped an especially juicy sounding fart whilst smiling, as if to entice him. dudley squealed pitifully as the anal flaps vibrated against him. ‘yes, i mean, its just’ the giant hadnt even realised ‘i mean, my cousin, hes...’ shagrid delved an enormous hairy hand inside his furry crack and began digging around ‘oy! what’re you doin there’ he pulled the terrified dudley out of his massive gaping hole with a horriple shlompfing sound and cast him aside, whimpering, on the floor; covered in ass-slime. ‘well, anyway. you can have your birthday present later’ PFFFFRRRAAAARRP! ‘right now we had better off to london; the very centre of faggotry in england. ‘spose you got yer letter about all the supplies youll need n that’ ‘no actually, uncle vernon burned them all’ ‘no worry, i have one here’  he handed it to harry, uncle vernon was still unconscious on the floor. petunia and dudley crouched terrified in the corner.

harry had never been to london, he was afraid. all hed ever known was life inside the cupboard. he went outside with hagrid, and saw a badass motorcycle parked somehow on the rocky shore outside the building. hed never seen a bike like it. it looked expensive, but all beat-up and rusty. like something from a junkyard, it didnt even look like it had a motor. shagrid hoisted up his hefty bulk and straddled the vehicle and shuffled his pants down slightly, then gestured harry to climb aboard. he did so, clambering up and clinging to the giants vast muscular back, his crotch nestled nicely between his cheeks. shagrid produced an object something like a trumpet from inside his jacket, and inserted the end of it deep into his giant hole. PPPPFFFFRARRRRP! PRRRP! PRRP! he blasted a few farts, harry couldnt help but laugh. ‘got a light, son?’ asked the giant, in his deep gravelly voice harry retried a lighter from his pocket and struck it ‘now hold on tight, lad’ as soon as it caught light, the blare of gas erupting from the end of the trumpet, the entire bike rose and began to soar through the air. harry couldnt believe it. as they flew high above the clouds, harry found himself snuggling deeper inside the warm sweaty crack, thickly forested with fur, pulling the giants jacket over his head, there he fell asleep...

[silencedsouls]

Forgive the improper grammar but I needed release. This is a safe place for those who feel they need to be silent on what they feel.

Breathing

So easy yet so heavy

Second nature yet it's become suffocating

What am i to do when you were my reason?

What am I to do when i can only sit here

My chest becoming restricted

I feel everything yet nothing at all.

It's heavy

This ache i hold inside my chest.

The place you once sat

The place i wanted to hold you forever

It hurts

Why does it still hurt, I suppose I will never understand.

Yet, why can’t i let you go.

You’ve moved along

Yet i sit here still grieving

My head spinning

Tormenting me with these thoughts

These memories of only you.

Why is it only you

Day in

Day out

It is only you.

What more can I do?

Who can I go to?

My chest cavity feels empty yet over bearing

It’s like ive forgotten to breath

Why am I suffocating

All these smiles

Pretty sweet lies

Crowded places

Their voices are screaming bur I hear nothing

Feel nothing

No one to my side

I want to scream

I want to cry

But these walls are too thin

This place is not my home

I am not comfortable here

I hate being alone

I hate this pain

My mind has darkened

Ive begun second guessing

That day, was it worth it staying

Accepting this second chance

Why was i given it, thats what i use to think but now, i feel it was just a mistake.

Yet i would have never met you. Would that have been a good thing

I don’t knoe my place anymore. I’ve lost my footing

I use to know this roads, yet ive become lost

As if ive never been here before but i know this street all too well.

Im fine

Thats the lie always ready on my tongue.now adays

Everythings fine. I swear I’ll be alright

But this pain isnt okay.

This heart ache shouldnt remain

Youve moved on yet im stuck here

Stuck in the past

Stuck on the things that ive already lost

I feel like i wasnt enough

Im still not

These marks arent just natural

I want to make them more

I second guess who would miss me

I second guess my place

I wan tto get rid of this pain

Represents dont seem to work

Im afraid only one thing will

Ive been wanting to try it

Hoping for the void to call and win

Its gotten close

Closer than id like to admit.

Yet no one will ever know.

No one would ever see

Ive become an actor

A smile plastered on my face even as my chest pulls tight.

Yet, after my door closes, and im alone for the night.

The bottle spills and i lose my self once again.

Its become harder to find me

Who even am i

Who do i want to be

Do i even want to be alive anymore

Its become harder to find reason to remain

Im sorry that ive grown darker

I was hoping it would only be a phase

But this doesnt seem to want ot pass

Its become permanent

Something i cant just chase away

I want to act happy but its becoming harder as the days pass.

Why does it take such petty means to have someone listen

I hate being alone

Thats when my thoughts want to scream

Want to dig their claws into me.

Theyve become more persistent

Louder

Stronger

Theyve become many

They were once few.

I could handle them

But ive been struggling

I was better

So i thought

But it seems i was just prolonging whats inevitable.

Whats written in stone it seems

Im tired of it

Im tired of living

Im tired of trying

Im tired of guessing

Im

Tired,

Self wallowing

Thats become my favorite pass time

My favorite hobby

It takes up all the free time i gave left.

This act

Its becoming more and more difficult

Its starting to sleep but im done pretending

Maybe this time. It will be the last.

Im tired of bleeding through this invisible wound

I want to make it end

I want to release this pressure but it will never be enough.

I want to be free but how can one be free from their own mind.

[donekindonut]

I figured it out

what it is I feel

I feel like I dont belong

I tried to go out again

I tried again

trying takes so much effort

I swear it does, it looks easy coming from me

but god I was shaking

nightmares of getting hit

waking up screaming

waking up to my nails pressed into my palms

looking over my shoulder

fear and hurt

I sort of worked through it

I made new friends

had a new job

was going to college

and like a black hole

I didn't know better at first

excitement and passion

I loved music

I loved dancing

I thought for once

maybe things are working out

head first into everything

nothing to hold me together

one after the other

I watched others like sheep

fall into silly shit

post on insta post on TikTok

take a flick of me

he does ketamine

he was addicted to klonopin at one point too

begging me to stay

saying things he promised to never do

dress up for me he'd say

the greatest performance and Id say just be straightforward

if you were like the rest of them say so

you dont need to convince me to make it hurt even more

make me feel like im home when in reality I have always been an outsider I have always been outside always been alone

always calling first always texting first

and god do I always feel alone

god do I always feel alone

push me to more self deprecation

push me to more self hatred with the shit you said you needed of me

how I was your family

I did so much

and maybe it ia karma maybe in some fucked up way im learning different things in different ways

but I genuinely just wanted a fucing break and live normally

I wanted to feel accepted

I wanted to talk endlessly

I wanted to be heard and seen

felt like a fucking movie that you'd say you'd watch but just read the descriptions and I never deserved that

I didn't need to take care of you I didn't need to do shit

I didn't have to break down my shell and be nice

you did that to have a weird control over me and pretend to be something you never were

and just like that you revert

shameless

and here we are again

why can't I just be

I feel like the time I moved back to nyc and how I walked around Central Park crying

leaving homelessness and suddenly back into the heart of it all

a family again

and how alone and broken I was

smiling faces

groups of people

life

when it felt like my own was stagnant how it just abruptly stopped

from the day I tried to take my own life

to today

and every other day on

I am always going to be

by myself

and I dont want to be

and I dont want to

and I dont want it

I just can't give anymore

I just cant keep trying

I hate how everything is a weird facade

and I wish I could be that way too

a mask a facade whatever the fuck

I am just an open fucking wound

[morporkian-cryptid]

Me: I miss Kevin, I'm gonna relisten to The Mudstone Abyss because he's got a boyfriend and he's happy, I want some nice Kevin feels

The Mudstone Abyss: Kevin feels you said? Kevin is still under the influence of the Smiling God, still doesn't have his free will, and is forcefully imposing the Smiling God's dogma on the town

Me: Noooo I said NICE feels!

[multifandomgrabage]

Random and non cohesive HB thoughts, particularly season 2:

I don’t condone or support Stella’s actions, but I am very disappointed in how she is written. Im fine with her being a villain, and I’ll even let a lack of a backstory slide! My main issues with Stella are:

A) Being 1 dimensional. Please, give her traits outside of “bitch” and “angry at Stolas”. The majority of the fan base already is (somehow) in support of Stolitz, you don’t need another prop to keep your ship going. (subpoint to a): Also, not a fan of the “wife finds out that her husband is queer” trope, but whatever, she is a villain. Its pretty fucking basic though.

B) Her lines. My fucking gosh, her lines are so fucking flat and weightless. You’d think that something an abuser says would stick and sound intimidating, but no. We get “I LiKe ToRmEnTiNg YoU”. For fucks sake, what was that?! As someone who grew up with an abusive mother, I can confidently say that no one will say that. Its like they didnt respect their ADULT audience enough to figure things out and felt they had to have a giant ass neon sign screaming

“LOOK HERE, THIS IS ABUSIVE, SHE SAID SHE LIKES HURTING HIM! A-B-U-S-E! NOW GO AND FORGET ABOUT ANY TERRIBLY TOXIC THINGS STOLAS OR BLITZO HAVE DONE”

Clearly the show is meant for adult audiences. We don’t need to be told what is and isn’t abuse. Why not do a little something called “show vs tell”? Some alright examples they have previously done are the portraits usually having just Stolas and Octavia, or a pissed Stella. Or seeing how she threw a fucking imp butler across the room.

I got a bit off topic, but here are some ways id probably write her:

A narcissist. To the outside world, she is friendly Stella, who just likes to party and smile. She has a perfect family, and everyone loves her. But under the surface, in order to feel superior she puts Stolas down constantly, through verbal abuse and perhaps some physical. Her love for Octavia is conditional, she is only pleased as long as everyone is doing everything to her command. All this possibly stems from an inferiority complex that she desperately covers through a high ego, false confidence and making sure others feel lesser to her.

Some possible lines?:

“You are nothing without me. You think you can make it on your own without me? You cant even take care of Octavia, what makes you think you can handle yourself”

“You would choose a lowly imp over me? I guess I shouldn’t have expected more from someone as low as you”

“You don’t even deserve to have me, consider yourself lucky that I am willing to stay”

“You look so damn stupid like that, singing in your self pity. Had you stuck with me, you wouldn’t have been in that position.” That or someone else mentioned Blitzo and Stella being childhood friends, her being arranged with Stolas, and then having the cheating incident

whoever had that idea is a genius.

C: Why is her design so damn good? I love fancy pigeons and they made her a fancy pigeon. (this isn’t a complaint but a thought)

Moving on from Stella, lets get to S2 E2…

I was so excited to have an episode where it wasn’t the Stolitz shipping show. I got my hopes too high. The one positive thing Ill say is that I enjoyed the adoption flashback. Maybe I read too much into it but it feels kind of like a commentary in how shitty the adoption system is, especially to teenagers. Any kid really, as they’re treated like literal dogs, and then kicked out on the street.

Back to me complaining about shit:

For one, why did we spend so much fucking tome in that stupid ass sitcom? If Stolas is such a caring dad, shouldn’t he just leave and look for Octavia? So much character growth could have happened in that time.

I know that Loona didn’t just tell Octavia to just deal with her dad neglecting her just because “he’s trying”. Its HIS responsibility as a parent to take care of his kid, and Octavia has every right to be upset st him and her circumstances. Her parents have been unstable, but after a divorce, even more so. Her dad has straight up ignored her, in favor of arguing with Stella. She did nothing wrong and has nothing to apologize for. I got so excited when Stolas started to apologize, but then Octavia apologized.

Did I mention that there was 4 minutes of Octavia and Loona together at most? Despite the thumbnail? Yeah, that blowed.

Honestly the only reason I keep up anymore is because of the animation and the weak dying hope that it’ll get better.

thats all ig, please don’t be rude in the comments. You can disagree but keep it civil. Going to bed now, bye

EDIT: So Imma randomly add a brainbarf of thoughts here too, because I do not feel like organizing shit. My brain's thoughts just expand everywhere, so bare with me.

Another reason why Stella's abuse doesn't really land is because Stolas just... doesn't seem afraid of her at all? For someone who claims to love tormenting someone, she sure is doing a shitty job at it. The way that Stolas would just have the balls (or cloaca ig) to keep going out using Blitz, worry free despite his wife doesn't give the vibes of "Victim of Domestic violence, verbal and physical abuse" to me.

To continue on why her abuse doesn't land, it has to do with the nature of this show and how it portrays stuff. It gets very confusing. Loona assaulting Blitz, Blitz and Asmodeus (on separate occasions) touching Moxie's groin area (without consent) and Multiple characters using slurs against Moxie is supposedly "funny".

Personally I don't find it humorous, but I do get somewhat jaded and desensitized to stuff like that happening. Not to say that it's acceptable behavior, but you do kind of get used to it and take it a little less seriously in the context. In S1E2 Stella is seen screaming and throwing shit around. This *can* be seen as portrayal of abuse, but given that many characters do similar shit it can also be seen as another unfunny attempt at humor.

Fast forward to season 2, if you've lasted that long you should expect some edgy shit like that to be written in a way that tries to excuse it. But all of a sudden, we get "Actually, abuse is bad. Feel bad for Stolas because he is abused by his wife. Yeah, we constantly make our characters do abusive things too, but it's funny when they do it, just ignore it and feel bad for Sad Gay Owl Man."

What? The fuck? Is the deal with powers, especially human disguises? Initially I thought that maybe only Succubi and Incubi, as well has hellhounds had the power because some hellborns are more powerful than others. How would that work if Hellhounds are below Imps in the hierarchy though? By that logic, shouldn't Imps also get that power? So that idea doesn't work. I don't fucking know why or how any of this works. Theres no storybuilding or explanation for it. For something that appears so often, I think there should be. The purpose of a human disguise is to blend in among the human world, so I can see Succubi/Incubi having that power because I'd assume they're some of the only demons allowed to go to the human world. I wouldn't know why a hellhound would come to Earth, but I guess they just have the power too?

Speaking of rules about demons on Earth that weren't explained!

Stolas is able to summon himself in some big scary owl demon form without his book ANYWHERE near him in "Truth Seekers". Yet in S2E2 he can only conjure up a poorly designed human form because now his powers are attached to the book? HUH?! Where is the consistency?

Also, given that IMP is big enough to get a commercial, how have they not gotten in trouble for breaking what I assume is one of hell's only rules? We know that they aren't supposed to be there, and yet this seems to have no consequence? Having them have to try and fly below the radar in hell would raise stakes a lot more imo.

But whatever, fuck the rules, because there are none!

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Unrelated rambles, but still kind of relevant and similar? I just don't want to make a separate post.

I don't like Andrealphus' design. It's way too bright and saturated and honestly has my eyes strain a lot, despite not being red. I kinda wanna redesign him. Also I feel like he's gonna be yet another gay stereotype, which is always fun to have /s.

Lucifer's design is underwhelming. Not necessarly because the design is bad on its own, but because of two things:

A) Too many characters look like that. We have too many skinny white Tumblr Sexyman Twinks. We have too many characters with that copy paste smile. Too many characters in suits. He just doesn't stand out. This leads me to my next point.

B) His design doesn't say "Lucifer, King and Ruler of Hell, Fallen Angel". It says "Generic Vivziepop Snarky Guy with a quirky interest". BEFORE SOME OF YALL START SAYING "B-but ackshually he pwobably haz a more dwemwonic fowm 🤓", respectfully, no. I feel that the leader of hell should have a default design that commands some kind of respect out of fear, it doesn't have to be crazy, but it should be intimidating, and stand out. What kind of king just blends into a crowd of his own people? Especially in a fantasy? This is fiction, and there is no reason to hold back and not try something new. In fact, 90% of the characters being skinny could actually be used as an advantage, because then you could just make Lucifer's bodyshape different from the default and he'd already stand out much more.

Fuck it, two redesigns coming up. When I'm done I'll link them here.

[gh-0st-y]

ive got like. two things in drafts that i need to finish but i heard a song and now ive got to write a fic

— Marry You

summary : when you and ace are messing around, ace shocks you with his sudden declaration of love

cw : none!! just fluff - gn!reader

authors note : bruno mars' songs got me doin a jig

lying on your back in ramshackle dorm, you and ace were laughing your asses off tears in your eyes from how hard you were laughing.

you rubbed your eyes, giggling, "then- then what did you say?" you asked between laughs.

"you really wanna know?" ace chuckled and you nodded frantically. for context, ace had showed up at ramshackle with riddles infamous collar, asking if he could stay over. now, he was explaining exactly why he was collared.

"i said- skill issue. to riddles traffic light face. actually, i think his face beats the brightness of a traffic light," ace said and you wheezed, holding youre stomach in pain.

"so- so thats why youre here now?!" you laughed and ace nodded with laughter. you threw your head back.

ace stared at you laughing, his own laughter slowly going down as he admired you. your smile, how your face was tinted red from continuous laughing, the wrinkles around your eyes.

when you finally calmed down, you wiped your eyes, silence fallen over you both. it was a comfortable silence, not the awkward silence where youve ran out of things to say, but the silence where you feel safe, loved.

finally, ace spoke quietly, "..[name]?"

"yeah?" you replied, staring up at the cieling. in the corner of your eye, you could see ace doing the same.

"marry me."

you shot up, your eyes blown wide as you bore holes into his face, "you what."

he looked over at you, sitting up as well, "marry me?" he said, his voice rising near the end in an almost questioning way.

you hoped you were mishearing, "r..repeat one more time..?" you spoke only just above a whisper.

ace spoke at the same tone as you, "i said that i want.." staring off in front of him, he took a breath, "i want you to marry me."

your face flushed red, "ace, i- i cant, we cant- we're only sixteen, we- we're still in school, itd be stupid to marry you now-"

"then after school." he spoke softly, gazing down at the ground, drawing shapes on his trousers, "after school is over and done with and we can focus more on our lives, i want to marry you." he stopped his actions for a moment. the silence fell over you both again.

with a groan, he stood up, "nevermind, it- yeah, no it doesnt matter- im gonna go pee."

"wait, ace! wait-" you scrambled to your feet, grabbing his wrist and turning him to face you, "listen, please i- it sounds too soon for me but- id love to..have a future with you." you could feel your face heating up.

ace stared you down, "..really?"

"..yeah."

"say it again."

"i want to have a future with you."

"again."

"ace dont make me do that." you glared and he pouted

"you did it to me!" "cause you were talking quietly!" "you were as well!" "shut up ace!"

he laughed, looking you in the eyes, "but really? do you mean it?"

"yes ace i..i love you." you said with a sigh. he grinned, hugging you tightly as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling something along the lines of, 'great seven, finally.'

authors note : SCREAMING AAAA IM IN LOVE WITH MY OWN FANFIC YOO 😭😭