#idk if ill actually be able to get a lock

[bobonboon]

Hey uh… *cough* did I mention i have commissions open…and I wanna get a lock on my door

I take venmo……..btw….oops drops my art examplez

Oh… haha. Howd that get there….anyway…did you know i also do emotes…? Hahaha itd be so funny bu-

(you sucker punch me in the jaw justifiably and I drop my emotes)

Ok. Thats. Thats fair. Enough of my stupid advertising good night. More commission details in my pinned

[padfootastic]

Day 1 - Prongsfoot Week 2023

massive thanks to the lovely Jen for organising another wonderful event for us!!! you're the best <3

What are the first 5 things that pop to mind when you think about Prongsfoot?

oooh okay, okay, not as easy as u think, this one. because the only thing that pops into mind when i think about pf is like. cacophonous screaming. incoherence. a teenage fangirl running around a room, arms waving madly, mind lost in the obsession. im uh. a bit unhinged for j&s, if u couldnt tell so far lol. but i'll try.

soulmates. in every world, they're connected to each other and they'll find each other. it's a comforting thought precisely because of how tragic canon j/s is.

unattainable. both of individually, and together, are so far out of most people's leagues its not even funny. they're an intimidatingly attractive couple, and they're almost always in the middle of an inside joke that no one else understands. their friendship is inherently exclusionary and it doesnt bother them at all

affectionate beyond belief. gosh they're a public menace. in any decent society, they'd get locked up for obscenity and 'offending sensibilities' and 'outraging the modesty of people' etc etc bc theyre SO all over each other all the time. its a problem.

jigsaw puzzle. they fit like one, filling in each other's cracks perfectly. at any given time, they're what the other needs, and both consciously and subconsciously at that. seeing them together is a treat bc they're so in sync its almost unreal. even...magical, one could say ;)

larger than life. they're not. a real couple ykno? its not a relationship you'd want in reality, nor does it make sense for that to happen. it's fantastical and amazing and not constrained by practical concerns. u dont have to worry yourself with minor issues bc these two are just. *that* intertwined. i dont know how to explain this one properly haha but just know, they're not a relatable couple nor do they try to be.

[oysterie]

switch to history major yes/no

[wifeiy]

hehehehe i love You my summer !!!🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

u have probably heard/read me say 90% of these yet I still ran out of tags SOMEHOW. one of tehse days we will be together when it rains and Won't that be lovely day. also ride your wave + maquia + eeaao + your name (idk y). Ok i willstop rhere fr. see u in like 10 hours. HEH.

TELL ME WHAT YOU ASSOCIATE WITH ME

COLORS, SONGS, AESTHETICS, PEOPLE, ANYTHTING

[rinnstars]

impressing you!

itoshi rin attempts to tell you he likes you in questionable ways

itoshi rin x reader : fluff, crack, use of brain rot terms, dti mentioned, super bad ending i’m so sorry idk anymore school got me, not proofread + likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

growing up with itoshi rin with all his personality quirks, you were pretty sure you could expect anything and everything from him - whether that be him showing up at your house at midnight without any warnings, or him wearing your hello kitty pajamas after school for ‘fun’, or even eating frozen cheese straight out of the fridge for breakfast. but nothing could prepare you for what the hell he just asked you.

“what.” one chance for him to take back, or more so one chance for you to regain back your sanity from whatever you just swore to god he asked.

“.. i asked if you’d like to play dress to impress together.. you know because youre always playing it during class.” what the hell.

maybe the world was ending, and you look outside only to now be even more dismayed that the sun is in fact shining, the sky is perfectly blue, and there was no cloud in sight. then maybe this was all a dream after spending the previous night playing games, you pinch yourself and to your horror, you do in fact feel the pain as you nip at your own hand, almost yelping to the oblivious rin sitting beside you. or maybe your eyesight is failing you and you’re seriously deluding yourself that its rin simply after being apart from him for months, you think, removing your glasses and wiping it and nope - that was in fact rin, still wearing a blank face that youre far too used to.

“do you even have a roblox account..” you were 100% sure that whatever horror games you’ve seen him play does not involve roblox and he’s probably more likely to be a discord mod than a roblox player - credited to you friending him on steam and seeing the horror of games he has bought on that app

“.. ill make one now.” and you think maybe blue lock has actually rotted rin’s mind or maybe his friends there has corrupted the rin you once knew.

and instead of spending your math class, you know paying attention and doing the work assigned, there you were at the back row playing dress to impress with itoshi rin attempting his best but clearly not dressing to impress anyone to say the least.

and maybe this is a miracle and an awakening because you were so sure since a little kid that itoshi rin, your best friend in this entire world, do not have any weakness - whether that be in sports (for obvious reasons), in arts (getting an A even though he ‘winged it’), in games (carried you in shooting games and horror games) that maybe you’ve finally discovered his achilles heels that is apparently fashion.. and handling getting humbled by kids on roblox.

“why the hell is this kid calling my outfit skibidi toilet” if anything, in your honest reaction, you’d call me something worst than that looking at the total mess of a outfit he was wearing because why the hell is he wearing two hairs at once that do not merge at all. in fact, you’d be polite to even call whatever he’s just made an outfit in the first place because it looks like he genuinely spun a wheel and picked pieces at random.

even funnier is that you can practically see rin’s ear letting out steam - clearly upset that he’s apparently not winning the top place. if anything, you think its funnier because he doesnt even rage like this playing his competitive shooting game, or when he doesnt get a good grade for his exams, or even when he drops his ice cream when you were little, only when he plays soccer and apparently dress to impress. now maybe with his ego, or whatever he said learnt at blue lock, would be able to let him score a goal (win top place with a good outfit)

however, to his dismay, and to your expectation, he in fact does not win top places, not even top 3, by the end of the hour long math lesson.

and to him, he practically just lost the first tip that bachira told him and as he quotes “if you like someone you’ve got to like have shared interest right?” and clearly and unfortunately he just cannot get into dress to impress in the same way that you just aren’t really interested in football which he completely gets. but now he’s in doubt about his own situation and by that he means the love test percentage thing he was convinced to take by again bachihara - failing at a whooping 15% that he was meant to be your soulmate. but if there’s something he’s good at, its perseverance and he will not give up just because multiple kids in the game called him skibidi toilet

and right now he thinks hes absolutely down bad and he is only proving the allegations that he really has a crush on you when hes spending time after football practice to play dress to impress. even worse, hes looking up online guides on “cheatsheets” to get outfits, entering millions of codes to unlock hidden items, spending the entire night playing this game.

and of course, its at 4:30am when you log in only to find one person playing dress to impress and youre pretty sure this is the equivalant to a sleep paralysis demon as you blink all the sleep away in your eyes to confirm the words in front of you: itoshi rin is playing dress to impress in the middle of the night. more specifically, itoshi rin who preaches about taking care of ones body by sleeping early, eating all three meals, doing yoga every single day is ruining his sleep scheuldue for a roblox game. and as all sleep deprived people do, you send him a message to confirm that its in fact him and not a hacker.

chat

you: r u playing dti or have u not logged out of dti since class 😭😭

rin: playing

you: R U ACTLLY INTO DRESS TO IMPRESS… who r u impressing 🙏🏻🙏🏻

rin: you

and you feel your heart stop - and not because of caffeine, or another realisation that yoive forgotten to do your work right in class or winning a lucky draw from the ice cream you share with rin. but then the realisation hits and youre now instead let down because of course sleep deprived him would say such words that unfortunately made your heart pump because of all the years you’ve known him, you know that whenever he doesnt sleep well, he always becomes a different person, spouting nonsense about everything and anything as all the logic that he’s so used to melts away from his brain. and so you without thinking close your phone and leave itoshi rin on read.

and maybe its even worse that when you wake up, you realise rin sends you the number of stars he’s collected over his overnight grind that’s somehow more than the amount you’ve gathered throughout the weeks of playing dress to impress and even funnier because he’s clearly texting the wrong person.

chat

rin: (1 attachement)

rin: is this a good rank bachiara

rin: should i check if mine n y/n’s soulmate on that love website increased

you: shld be 100%

rin: from 15%?

you: i’m more accurate than it btw r u still on dti

rin: ?

rin: oh ignore

you: no lets play tgt actlly vote me 5* i need to have more stars than u

and you can’t wait to go to math class to play dress to impress with rin at the back of the class (spoiler alert: he won all the rounds somehow) now dating (he gives you five stars)

[domoriu]

kiwis fic recs pt.2 !! bonedo edition

definitely not all of the bnd fics ive read but just my personal favorites !! also sorry in advance there’s literally no gongfourz fics on here since i mainly read for my biases but i do dabble in their fics sometimes 🫦 ill do a part 2 one of these days and i promise ill put some taesan and leehan in it !!

❀ = nsfw !!

solace // jaehyun ❀ - jaehyun who just needs to be taken care of… my favorite trope… also was just so cute and comforting

wcbf // jaehyun - SUCH A GOOD SMAU !!! funny, sad, the good stuff. also ariana grande is my favorite artist so ill eat up anything inspired by her music 😋

space & time // sungho - so good i love some mutual pining where they’re so oblivious to eachothers feelings even when ITS SO OBVIOUS!!!!

satin // sungho ❀ - idk if you guys understand what i mean when i say this but sometimes i read a fic so good it really feels like im there fr… and this is one of them…

evening glow // riwoo - so cute. i love f2l so much. and im not usually a big fluff reader but when i do read it i really always just smile and giggle and swing my feet. i love the idea of friends pining for each other even without actually realizing, and they realize that its always been them from the start <3

pretty mess // jaehyun ❀ - now this was hard because, i really could just put every fic that berry has posted in this list, but i think this one is my #1 favorite. i love the way berry writes for bnd and i love the sub!idol agenda SO MUCH… and she just delivers time and time again and i LOVEEEE subby whiny desperate jaehyun 🤤 i know im like dickriding berry so hard right now but SERIOUSLY!!! I MEAN IT PLS READ ALL THEIR FICS EVERYTHING IS DELICIOUS.

sweet, pretty boy // riwoo ❀ - MY GOD. ur actually only able to read this on web browser but it is SO worth it!! i love the way vivi writes for riwoo… like she just scratches the riwoo part of my brain every single time… fantastic give me 14 of them right now !!!

whos that girl? // jaehyun - okay shameless promo time 🤤 my pride and joy and my first smau sometimes i read it as if im not the one who wrote it and im like wow i really did that…

needy // sungho ❀ - just scrumptious tbh. i love when sungho is the perfect boyfriend and in bed he kinda gets a little rough cuz he’s just locked in… yes…

help, im stuck! // jaehyun ❀ - its crazy to say but the cheesy porn plot fics are kind of a guilty pleasure 😭 corny and unrealistic? sure! good fic nonetheless

[sininply-a-moth]

NEW SCP AU DROPPED

PUT YOUR OC HERE, WATCH THEM SUFFER

CONTENT WARNINGS- loss of limbs, blood, possible death, probably disfigurement, general bad time for everyone

ANGST for everyone. huzzah.

I'm so good at marketing.... heh... click read more INSTANTLY.

End of Anomalies

premise: a reality anchor breaks horrifically, either sabotaged or on purpose, I haven't decided yet, but it breaks. and every anomalous thing is sucked towards it, even the people. you can hold on tight to something, and not get sucked into the mass of chaos, but it means all the anomalous features are either torn out violently, or otherwise removed.

Clef - third eye got ripped out, can no longer reality bend. I think it's really jarring because in my canons, usually reality benders have a different hume level to the norm, so losing your reality bending abilities would also mean returning to normal hume levels-> basically having to relearn your senses because everything is duller/different

Kondraki - no longer has his butterflies... depending on if I go with 408 or 7408 he might just not be present whatsoever, or at least slowly start deteriorating as time goes on

Gears - can actually express slight emotions now, because I like to think that some extent of his unfeelingness is anomalous

Iceberg - Is warm ! not happy about this because he got used to being cold. everything feels like it's on fire all the time. also lost some of his fingers due to frostbite, since I think the fact that he stays together at all isn't just because he's cold.

963 omitted for now as I'm unsure which version to go with/don't want to cause drama, but if can be separated from thing making them immortal -> mortal, if cannot -> not present

being able to be separated includes being able to live with having it torn out by force btw.

Glass - remains relatively unaffected (not anomalous), but would likely be forced to go back to his agent days as MTF units/military/etc. would be in high demand to try to secure things

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HOW THE BROKEN REALITY ANCHOR WORKS.

▪︎ if you're/something's anomalous to any degree, they will be pulled towards it. the further you are away, the stronger the pull ! you do not lose velocity though, and we're ALSO ignoring terminal velocity with this one

▪︎ if you have anomalous parts and you grab onto something real tight, the anomalous bits will get ripped off until you're 'normal' enough to not be actively dragged anymore. you still feel the pull towards the anchor in anything that remains, but as long as you don't get too far away, you're fine

this means people who were incredibly anomalous still retain very mild properties, whereas people who were only mildly anomalous to begin with are no longer anomalous.

▪︎ you don't die when you're stuck at the anchor (after being pulled in), you just have to wait until it inevitably breaks and chaos is unleashed. unless you're in the middle tho, good luck surviving the insane pressure of nearly every anomaly being sucked into a point </3

▪︎ skips like SCP-500 are VERY last resort. People who took them not too long before the event (close enough that the medicine wouldn't have been fully processed by the body) will feel their blood trying to leave their body ! if managed to get locked up (repeatedly) (ill come onto that) they also lose their anomalous value slowly, and so would only offer a small increase in healing speed, while making the patient deal with uhm. blood escape syndrome idk

▪︎ anomalous effects are only lost if you resist the anchor! this is because if you're at the anchor, all the anomaly is there, but if you resist, the anomaly is pulled out of you </3

oh! but nefarious moth swarm, all the anomalies are in boxes ! however will they all be in one place !

the anomalies are smashed into the sides of their containment cells until they're out or otherwise no longer being pulled.

also the anchor DOES run out of energy at some point and you DO have to fight every anomaly at once. all of them. except the friendly ones I suppose.

[phlakz]

OKAY I TRIED DOING AN POSTER OF FINN IT WAS A REQUEST I HOPE YALL LIKE IT I DONT KNOW IF I LIKE IT BUT I NEVER KNOW IF I LIKE MY ART UHHH

anyway more art to pay off my absence that had no reason to be so long

thats random

why was i unactive?? i had to study but i barely did that ew i hate studying

also i was lazy and i started getting more into actually playing dandy world but im mid idk

but i had to lock in and post today since im not gonna have time tommorow 💔💔

ok no yapping more art

"phlakz watch out there is art im your doodles!!"

(also alot of reading sorry abt that i hope yall be able to read that also those are not canon just hcs)

Finn and Poppy remind me of fruiter aero or however u spell that

uhh and vee x finn? or Vee & Finn however you want it to be hehe

okay it was just supposted to be poster with Fin but i figured he has more potential and i had more ideas and i even might make part2 centered around him again but idk when

ill try posting something more this weekend maybe :DD

also my stupid shrimpo plushie came early hes so ugly i hope he explodes

[lovinggreeniehours]

the blind waltz.

↳ takahara × lucifer (s5/post canon)

↳ 2.5k words

↳ as per wedding tradition, they were not allowed to see each other on the day before the wedding (or so they were told 🤔) but since when did these two listen quietly to dumb rules? fine. they won't see each other. they're just going to be a little silly about it (( yay for satoshi ( @staringat-strangers016 ) and kazuo ( @sealovinq ) making brief appearances this time 🫶 ))

↳ this entire thing references a HEADCANON i have that lucifer is able to feel when someone/something is looking at him. i don't know if he does have this power in canon (though i personally feel like it's implied), but due to the terms of their pact, takahara got it too. warnings for the usual cursing, a very small cannibalism metaphor, the same texting style rules apply from the previous fic :) honestly there's no plot here it's just them doing nothing at all. unless you count the subtext

↳ one / two / three

Arion tried his best not to laugh, being ushered away from the door. Somewhere behind him, Lucifer was being shooed away by his siblings.

"You cannot be serious." Arion heard him say.

Satoshi shook her head. "No, we're serious."

"You can't just lock him in his chambers for an entire day."

Kazuo shrugged, thoroughly amused. "It's the traditionnn~ You can't see each other until the wedding."

"That's ridiculous."

And that seemed to be the manner the conversation would loop for the next few minutes. Meanwhile, Arion was deeper inside the castle chamber with Satan, awkwardly twiddling his fingers at the interaction.

"You couldn't have told him about this beforehand?" He whispered.

"It adds to the fun." Satan smirked, making no move to hide how much he was enjoying messing with his older brother.

Arion shook his head at him. Though, he could admit it. It was a little funny.

"What if he's all grumpy tomorrow?"

Satan snorted. "He's grumpy all the time."

"Fair." Arion said. "How far do you think he's willing to go to get in this room though?"

He crossed his arms. "Whatever it is, it's not gonna work. I've made sure of it. He's not getting in."

Arion nodded thoughtfully.

"He's not getting in." He echoed.

So it would appear.

.

Mine. ♡: it's not that bad

mine. <3: It is unnecessary.

Mine. ♡: im not even supposed to be messaging you lmao

mine. <3: As I was saying, unnecessary.

mine. <3: And frivolous.

Mine. ♡: lol

mine. <3: And stop laughing. I know you want to see me just as badly.

Mine. ♡: 😐

Mine. ♡: 😛

Mine. ♡: blehh

Mine. ♡: tell you what

Mine. ♡: how about

mine. <3: Spit it out already dammit.

Mine. ♡: 😐

mine. <3: Please.

Mine. ♡: <3

Mine. ♡: i think everyone should be asleep by half after midnight

mine. <3: You want to sneak out?

Mine. ♡: i don't want to per se but my pet's getting whiny,,

Mine. ♡: okay fine ill stop idk 😔 i don't want to ruin kazuo's fun,, or satan's for that matter

Mine. ♡: so i cannot see you

mine. <3: Hmm.

mine. <3: What if there was a way we didn't have to see each other?

Mine. ♡: aren't we already doing that?

mine. <3: This isn't good enough.

Mine. ♡: whiny,,,,,,,,,,

Mine. ♡: wait.

Mine. ♡: i have an idea

Mine. ♡: could you grab the blindfolds from our room?

.

mine. <3: I have them with me.

mine. <3: But I'm starting to believe this is a stupid idea.

Mine. ♡: and yet, here you are

Mine. ♡: you want me sooo bad it is actually embarrassing

mine. <3: Remind me again who asked for the blindfold in the first place?

Arion pocketed his phone without replying.

As they had agreed, it was half after midnight. Everyone, including his siblings sprawled over the king-size bed of their chambers, Satan snoozing in the chair besides them, and Belphegor spread-eagle on the floor (Satoshi had kicked him off the bed in her sleep; he didn't stir), were deep asleep. Most likely exhausted from helping in preparation of tomorrow.

Arion sucked in an uneasy breath.

Tomorrow.

His hand closed around the fabric of his scarf as he snuck silently out the door, and into the inky darkness of the unlit corridor. He and Lucifer knew their way around the Demon Lord's Castle well enough to plan their routes to the ballroom without running into each other— so that, hopefully, they could excuse these incidents as coincidence should they be caught.

Just in case, he sent Lucifer another text to say he was on his way.

And soon enough, with a miraculous lack of incident, Arion found himself at the threshold of the ballroom's entrance, hand paused over the knob.

They'd agreed to meet there knowing there was a door they could lock; and knowing they could prepare to cover their eyes or turn around before entering (they fought over this particular condition throughout the afternoon though). Now they could only hope they weren't noticed, lest word get back to their siblings. News always spread fast with their group.

He squeezed his eyes shut as he pushed the door open.

No one was looking at him. So far so good.

He breathed in nervously, closing the door as quietly as he could.

"Lucifer?" He whispered.

"I'm here."

Arion still couldn't feel anyone looking at him. He smiled.

"Your eyes are closed!"

Lucifer huffed somewhere. "Yes. Since you so insisted."

He sounded closer than before. Arion took an experimental step forward.

"You know I can't say no to them." He mumbled.

Lucifer scoffed playfully. "And here I thought you loved me."

"Very funny."

His partner chuckled. "Here. I'll put it on for you."

His bare hand brushing Arion's cheek without warning made him flinch. Though, annoyingly, he suspected that was the intention.

Next was the sensation of silk being pulled over his eyes. Arion could feel Lucifer next to him now, familiar warmth radiating from his presence. The tip of his shoe bumped against his own.

Before he could really think about it, Arion reached up, hands finding his lover's collar, and staying there, simply fiddling with the material.

"Getting so bold with me already? You've only been without me for a few hours."

Arion scowled at him, then realized he couldn't see it. Instead, he pinched Lucifer's cheek, earning another laugh.

"Fine, I'm only joking."

"Hmph.."

Lucifer's hands, finished tying the knot behind his head, trailed back to his face ever so gently, fiddling in a similar fashion with the strands of hair framing Arion's face.

"I missed you too." He muttered under his breath.

Arion hummed; a wordless agreement.

"It's jarring that I can't feel your eyes on me." Lucifer said. "I should have known. The real purpose of not allowing us to see each other was only to torture me, wasn't it?"

"Well, certainly, that's how Satan would see it."

Lucifer sighed dryly. "How cruel." He said. "Dance with me?"

"Pfft. That was fast."

"Only because we are in the ballroom with nothing much to do. I'm sure I could have found other ways to keep us occupied, if only the floor weren't so cold."

"Pastilan." Arion muttered. "Come on. Dance."

They softened rather quickly after that. Lucifer's laugh was light in their banter, and Arion couldn't help but wish he hadn't suggested the blindfold, after all. But it was too late to go back on it without getting embarrassed.

Maybe it was a little better that way. Lucifer wouldn't have to see the dumb look on his face whenever he heard him laugh.

"I know dancing was my idea," Lucifer started as they adjusted their hands. "But won't someone hear if we play music here?"

Arion shrugged, very carefully entwining their fingers together. "Suppose we don't play music?"

"But there won't be any rhythm to follow." He countered. Then softly: "You'll step on my feet."

"The way you immediately assume I'll be stepping on your feet. I'd be more worried about your giant clown loafers, puta."

Lucifer huffed. "Soundproofing then? Ah, but the room is quite big."

"Too much magic." Arion sighed. "Barbatos would notice us if he roves close enough."

"That's true."

"Do you think he'll try to open the door?"

"I've instructed that no one will even attempt to come inside this room without me. I can't have all my hard work to surprise you get ruined." Lucifer began playing with Arion's belt loop, somewhat urging him closer. "It is only you and me."

Arion's heart stuttered against his will. "Hmm. Maybe there doesn't have to be music."

"We are dancing. Quite literally movement following a certain kind of rhythm."

Arion shrugged, grinning as he went to pull Lucifer's hands into position anyway.

"Maybe I make my own music."

"Oh, do you now?"

Arion nudged Lucifer's shoe going backwards to indicate he was leading.

"Yes. Yes, I do. You should listen to me more."

Lucifer snorted.

Arion paused for a second, thought up a song, then took an experimental step forward. The song wasn't lyrical, and much to his amusement, he felt Lucifer shift the moment he began humming, recognizing the melody instantly.

He stepped left. Then back. And over and over again, the way the two of them have moved a million times before. He held his breath a little, he'd admit. No one seemed to be stepping on any toes thus far, at least.

Lucifer's focus on their careful stepping and Arion's quiet humming made room for silence. Arion wondered how badly they were botching their form now that they couldn't see the floor. He cringed to think of what they'd look like from another's perspective. Probably very stupid. And sloppy.

Nevertheless, it was a little fun to make a purposeful jabbing step on Lucifer's foot. Though their eyes were covered and they couldn't sense each other's gaze, Arion giggled at the amount of indignant scowl that seeped into his partner's voice.

"Really?"

When he didn't get a response, Arion heard a small harrumph. Probably pouting. He couldn't help a second bout of laughter escaping him.

"Okay, I'm sorry." He said very unapologetically, and continued his humming. His hand on Lucifer's shoulder came up to cup his face; he found strands of hair and tucked it back behind his ear, suddenly dissatisfied by the lack of visuals. He envisioned the slight darkening of Lucifer's cheeks flushing. Or would it be hidden by the darkness of the room..?

Arion looped both his arms around his lover's shoulders, hands clasping at the nape of his neck.

Likewise, Lucifer pulled him closer by the waist until they were flushed against each other. Arion sensed the warmth of him through his clothes. Though his wandering hands told him that Lucifer left his coat in his room.

Lucifer's hands were moving over him as well, gently fiddling with his belt loops, idly carding fingers through his hair. His hands were warm, bare, and the cold shock of the obsidian ring against his cheek made Arion shiver.

It was strange to feel him so closely like this and not feel him looking. He had gotten too used to their shared ability, and the cocoon of safety it provided. Being without it left him stranded at the center of a vast, ocean of blackness. He couldn't see anything, couldn't sense anything there but the floor beneath him. Yet, even that was beginning to surrender to vertigo. The world beneath him could cave at any moment.

But as Lucifer's hands roamed his form, his touch electrified, it somehow more tangible than anything else. His slowly repeated movements, carding fingers through hair, ever so gently tracing the shell of his Arion's ear, tightening his hold on his hands— all things Lucifer had done time and time again felt like the only reality in the expanse of sensory blurriness.

They said nothing of it, but the way his hands searched over him, Arion had a feeling Lucifer felt something much the same.

He slowed their movements, beginning to approach the end of their song. And too lost in thought to think up another, he leaned his head forward against Lucifer's chest, slowly and slowly lapsing back into comfortable silence. Instantaneously, arms wrapped tightly around his middle, as if he would disappear and be gone if they disconnected for even a second.

"I've been meaning to ask," Arion murmured. "You never let me see the preparations."

He felt Lucifer's hands clasp and unclasp over the small of his back. "You'll see them tomorrow. Well, in a few hours, rather."

Arion groaned. "You're the worst. Let me see them."

"Won't you just let the surprise stay a surprise?"

"I hate surprises.."

"No, you don't." He could hear the eyeroll in his tone, making him laugh. "Not all of them. This is one you'll like. I promise."

"Ughhh. Divorce."

"On the night before the wedding?"

"Well, my betrothed is being so mean to me.. I simply can't take it anymore. Maybe we weren't meant for each other after al—"

Lucifer cut him off with a kiss. Arion froze at the suddenness, and he ended up pulling away to steady himself.

"What.. What was that for..?"

"It's the easiest way to make you shut up." The smugness in Lucifer's voice snapped Arion out of his stupor. He was suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to step on his feet.

"Kukaracha."

Lucifer snorted. "You know, you really shouldn't say things like that."

"You are a cockroach though."

"About not being meant for each other." Lucifer clarified. "It's very offensive."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, really." Lucifer said, immensely serious. "If we were to call off the wedding right now, it would mean nothing in the long run. I am meant for you, and you are mine. Forever. There is no other way."

"You sure about that?" Arion teased.

Lucifer kissed him again. This time, he knew to kiss back, finding himself not nearly as upset as he thought he'd be when Lucifer started smiling because of it.

"Very sure." He murmured against Arion's mouth. "More sure than I've been sure of anything in my life."

Arion sighed, biting down gently on his lover's lower lip. His hands gripping Lucifer's shirt were curled up into fists, a familiar hunger bleeding into him. He wanted nothing more than to pull the demon as close as he could. Perhaps more than that— until there was truly no space left in between them. Until the very material of their souls could tickle and spark over each other like a joining flame. Until they've eaten each other whole. Arion's tongue ran over the small indents his teeth left on him, envisioning the raw, darkened pink of his mouth.

But they had a time limit away from their rooms. And it was for that reason alone Arion allowed themselves to separate, letting himself be satisfied with the slight tang of blood left in his own mouth.

"We should go." Lucifer sighed, his disappointment evident. Arion could imagine the light crease of his brows as he spoke.

He hummed an agreement. Maybe this was why they weren't allowed to see each other. All pettiness and mischief aside, he knew that if Lucifer were to ask him for it, Arion would never leave at all.

He felt his fingertips begin to trail up his neck, the touches slow and lingering. Like he was trying to savor the feeling. Arion stuffed his own hands into Lucifer's pockets.

"It's almost one in the morning.." Lucifer murmured.

"Happy anniversary." Arion joked.

Lucifer huffed in amusement. "It is though, isn't it? The real one this time."

"Mmhm." He nodded, reluctantly beginning to untangle himself from him. If Lucifer noticed any extra weight in his pocket as Arion left his hold and moved to the door, he decided not to mention it. Yet.

"I'll.. see you later then?" Arion asked.

Lucifer nodded. "I'll see you later."

"Are you sure I can't take a peek at the venue?"

"Very sure."

"Aw."

.

When Lucifer arrived back at his chambers, his DDD vibrated with a message just as Lucifer's lock clicked shut.

As if Arion could still sense him, even from the other side of the castle. Like he could time the speed of his footsteps as easily as he could read the slightest change in his demeanor. The blindfolds (though he complained) were a small blessing, he realized. He didn't have to go through the trouble of hiding his dumb smile while they were sneaking around.

His nerves still buzzing from the excursion, he had to lean back against the door as he read:

Mine. ♡: don't look at it until you're alone 👁

The thing in his pocket. Lucifer remembered. Upon retrieving it, he found a small, black box of velvet. He smirked.

mine. <3: How... suspicious.

Mine. ♡: blocked.

He made his way to his bed, and set down his DDD on the nightstand. Then, cautiously, he opened the box.

A faint flicker of red light illuminated from inside. A lick of flame, or the heart of an ember, framed inside a cluster of silver and gold shapes mimicking a star. The metal prongs shifted, as alive as the light at its core, some spikes growing and shrinking as seconds ticked by. And at the end of one spike, a chain was attached.

A necklace. No doubt, not one he could find at even the most expensive jewelry stores in the Devildom. Or anywhere, for that matter. No one else would have anything like this particular necklace.

As usual, it was custom made just for him. These were the kinds of gifts Arion liked giving the most. The ones he knew he couldn't be upstaged in. An unmistakable stake of claim on his superiority. And a stake of claim over Lucifer himself— Arion's way of saying no one else could give him this.

It was unnecessary. Lucifer didn't need to be won over. If Arion just asked him, he'd follow blindly wherever he led him. But still, watching him go at such lengths to keep him was enamoring. Could anyone really blame him for enjoying himself?

mine. <3: Goodnight, my love ♥︎

mine. <3: I love you :)

Mine. ♡: 😐

Mine. ♡: love you too

Setting aside his DDD, Lucifer pushed one of his pillows to the side, pulling a thick tome out from where it was hidden underneath it. The umpteenth one on Devildom marital traditions and laws he had gone through today, since they first agreed to sneak out. Just a small measure, in case the information might prove useful and quell any of the worries Arion didn't want to voice.

After fastening the necklace around his neck, he opened the tome and placed it down on his lap.

The fire inside the star cast a sufficient enough light over the pages so that Lucifer didn't need to turn on the room light. As if it already knew.

[angel-eyes05]

bite the hand (chapter 8)

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

pairing: spider-woman!oc x miguel o’hara 

summary: lorena's whole world was taken away from her in the blink of an eye, after she accidentally broke a canon event. lucky for her though, she was able to find a portal watch in her dimension and used it to get out before she glitched out of existence. unfortunately though, running from dimension to dimension, she's been named as an anomaly by the spider society. now, she's constantly on the run from them, their leader in particular. when she eventually gets caught though, she's recruited onto a mission to catch another anomaly who might be from her past. to her dismay though, her partner on this mission is her very captor. will she be able to stop arguing with him for long enough to get the job done?

info: enemies to lovers, maybe a slow burn depending on chapter count, oc is 24 and miguel is 27, both oc and miguel are super sad lmao, they're also both super violent so, they also hate each other what a slay, in regards to my oc you can read her character sheet right here

warnings: there might be spoilers for atsv in this so watch the movie before reading this, i made up some weird rules for miguel's suit and idk if theyre entirely accurate to canon so just go with it, tension lol, cursing, drinking

word count: 3.4k

notes: i gotta start repeating the banners at the top cause i ran out LMAO. also, expect less frequent uploads cause 1) i kinda have low motivation rn and 2) im pretty busy rn (going out, vacations, and doing job applications). writing also gets a little draining for me after a while and i gotta put me first😔✊ ill keep uploading though dw i just gotta do it at my own speed to make sure i dont drop the series cause if i try to push stuff out too fast, im gonna end up dropping it so just bear with me lol. also i didn't proofread this before posting cause its 3:30 when im dropping this, and im so tired lmao

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It was the sun that slithered into the room through the cracks in the blinds that woke her up. Lorena preferred that to the normal wakeup call from a nightmare, or the sounds of honking cars next to her on the street. The way the bed had molded itself to her shape made it impossible for her to move. Almost like it was trapping her in its comfort. Even if the mattress was old, the fact that this had been her first time sleeping in an actual bed, and not a bench, sidewalk, or cot, in months was enough to provide her ease. 

She turned to face the other side of the bed, surprised when no one was in sight. Miguel was probably in the bathroom or something. She was more focused on a different fact: this had been the first sleep in weeks without a nightmare.

Huh. Weird.

She sat up in bed, noticing she was still in her robe from the bathroom. She rubbed the drowsiness off her face as the click of the door lock called her attention. Letting in a stream of early sunlight with him, Miguel walked through the door, pitch black sunglasses covering his eyes, a box in one hand, and a cup tray in the other. “Figured you’d be hungry when you woke up,” he said once he noticed she was awake. He softly kicked the door closed behind him, setting the tray on the desk near the door and the box on the bed. 

Pulled by curiosity, she moved her hands towards the box and opened it to see what was inside. Her mouth immediately started watering when she opened it to see assorted treats such as conchas, bigotes, and mantecadas. “I was in the mood,” Miguel said, pulling the drinks out of the tray. “I didn’t know how much cream or sugar you liked so I just got you black cause that's what I get,” he said, handing the hot cup of coffee to her. 

The smell of the pastries mixed with the coffee was enough to make her want to cry. It reminded of the smells of her aunt’s kitchen in the morning. The bitterness of the coffee stung at her throat, but it was overshadowed by the comfort it brought her. She picked up one of the bigotes, and had to hold back her tears of joy when she took a bite. “Gracias por todo,” she said, mouth full of food and covered in sugar. Miguel smiled at the sight of her. “De nada, cariño,” he said sweetly, taking one of the conchas for himself. 

As he walked away with his food, towards the bathroom, Lorena noticed something about him. “Where’d you get the clothes?” she asked, mouth still filled with food. He was now wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt. “It’s part of my suit,” he responded, fixing his hair in the bathroom mirror. “¿Cómo?” He sighed. “Remember what I said about the whole nanotech thing last night?” “Yeah, what about it?” Suddenly, the shirt and sweatpants shifted into his blue and red suit just before her eyes. “Woah…” she exclaimed in awe. “I can change its appearance as long as the outfit is downloaded to my suit’s database.” “Oh,” Lorena expressed, even if she still didn’t fully understand what he was talking about. 

“Why’d you get to be born in the crazy, futuristic dimension with all the fancy tech,” she complained to herself, just loud enough for Miguel to hear. “Why, do you want one?” he asked, in between a small chuckle. “I mean it would be nice to wear something other than a tight spandex suit for once,” Lorena joked, getting an actual laugh out of Miguel for once. Lorena blushed and smiled at his reaction. “Well lucky for you, you’re gonna need one for tonight,” he responded. “What do you mean?” she asked, after taking a sip from her coffee. 

He tossed her a small, golden chain. “The outfit should form around that chain. I had Lyla upload different outfits for the day, since she probably knows better than I do. When you’re ready, put it on.” Lorena admired the golden material. She was lucky she wasn’t a silver jewelry girl. “So what’s on the to-do list for today,” she said, still looking at the chain. “Stay undercover for the majority of the day, then head over to the Moonlit River club at night. Lyla should have that outfit uploaded by now,” he responded, brushing his teeth with the provided amenities in the motel. 

“Why, are you finally deciding to take me out dancing to pay me for my troubles,” she joked, taking a sip of coffee after. Miguel spit out his toothpaste and sighed. “Brock meets up there on Thursday nights to trade weapons.”

Silence filled the space between them.

She knew this day had to come. She just wasn’t expecting it to be so soon. 

“I see,” was all she could manage to say, before taking another sip of her coffee.

Miguel could feel the turmoil radiating off of her from the bathroom. He washed out his mouth, and splashed a bit of water on his face before walking over to her. He pushed the box of pastries to the side, and took a seat in front of her on the sheets.

“Mirarme,” he softly spoke, using his pointer finger to guide her eyes to his. She looked up at him, trying her best not to get lost in the crimson shade of his eyes. “I-” He cut himself off before he could continue. He melded her hand into his before speaking again. “I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again. I want you to know that if this becomes too much for you…you can back out.” His inflection was weird. As if he didn’t want her to, but still wanted to keep her comfortable. A wrestling match between what he wanted and what was best for her. 

“And I’ve said it before too. I’m not running away from this,” Lorena said back, voice strong. “Ok. Just know if things get bad for you in there, I’ve got your back,” he said, concern in his voice. He had also found his eyes roaming her face, not realizing they had both subconsciously moved closer to each other. “And I’ve got yours too,” she said back. Once he had realized Lorena’s robe was loose enough to see inside to her chest, Miguel cleared his throat and got up from the bed quickly. 

“I’m gonna go into town, see if I can pick up any information on the street. You can do whatever you want until its time, but make sure to-” “Yeah, yeah, lay low. Relax big guy, I’ve got this,” she cut him off, reassuringly. He exited the room quickly, like he was in a rush to get away from her. He was gone for almost the rest of the day. 

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About 8pm that night. 

Miguel was outside in the main room of the motel while Lorena was getting herself ready in the bathroom. Miguel had gone out earlier and bought her some cheap makeup and perfume from a local drugstore, a sweet gesture. 

Once she finished with her makeup and straightening up her hair, she tapped on the middle part of her gold chain, causing a menu to pop up. She scrolled through the options until she came across the last one, labeled by Lyla as “night time😉”. She clicked on the option, as she watched in awe as her casual t-shirt and sweatpants shifted into her outfit for the night. A tight black dress, cut asymmetrically to show one of her thighs, and a turtle neck part detached from the rest of the dress, with glove-like sleeves. This feature allowed for the perfect peephole towards her chest. Lorena had a feeling Lyla would try to do some matchmaking with her outfit.

With a quick spritz of perfume, a double check of her face in the mirror, and quickly putting on a black headband for her hair, Lorena quickly exited the bathroom. Miguel was standing there, waiting by the door and checking his portal watch. He was sporting a black, silk, button up shirt, tucked into black dress pants. The fact that the shirt was way too tight for him was accentuated by his muscles sculpted by the fabric and the fact that the first two buttons were open. His eye was caught by Lorena when she stepped out of the bathroom, his mouth slightly agape in awe and his eyes almost stuck to her.

“It’s flashy, I know. But it’s better that I fit in,” she said, trying to divide the tension in the room as she walked closer to him. “I-...um,” he stammered. “At a loss for words for once O��Hara?” she teased. Noticing a stray hair on the top of his head, she reached up to him to push it back. “Quédate quieto,” she commanded softly, while she stuck the piece back into the gel, trying to ignore how he was admiring her. 

“There you go. Ahora te ves guapo,” she teased, patting his chest with her hand. Miguel still had that stupid smile on his face. “Y te ves hermosa,” he said softly, and with utter sincerity. 

She couldn’t tell if she was caught more off guard with his words of affirmation, or the fact that the blush quickly forming on her cheeks was confirming her secret love of it. 

Clearing her throat, she unlocked the door, opened it, and gestured her hand to outside. “Lead the way big guy.” He smirked at her as he walked outside. He even got the courage to offer her his hand. This confidence was quickly deflated when she smacked away his hand, giggling to herself as she took the lead down the stairs. 

The night life of the city was bustling on the streets. Couples together, arm in arm, surely walking to a fancy restaurant for a night out. Lines forming outside of nightclubs, patrons with an urgency to get in. Everyone walking down the street with their own story to tell, just like Lorena. 

After walking for a couple of miles, the bright, neon blue sign shone in front of the entrance. The door was a mahogany red, with three stairs leading down to the entrance. But opposite to Miguel’s eagerness to get inside by opening the door, Lorena slightly froze, eyes blank. 

This was it. It was going to happen. Whether she was ready or not.

“Hey.” Miguel’s calm voice pulled her back to reality. “Stay with me. Okay?” He held out his large hand for her. This time, she decided to take it. “And remember to try and fit in,” he added. Her smile quickly turned sour and annoyed.

The atmosphere was loud, a mixture of people talking and the bass of the music filling the room. The fact that the lights were out didn’t seem to matter much with the amount of strobe and neon lights flashing within the bar. Lorena noticed Miguel quickly putting on a pair of sunglasses hidden in his jacket pocket. “I thought you said we needed to fit in,” Lorena stated as the two walked towards a high top near the bar. “I did. And?” “You really think you’re blending in with a pair of sunglasses on indoors? At night? In a club?” Lorena joked. “The lights hurt my eyes,” Miguel said, puppy dog hurt. Lorena had to fight to contain the laughter rising in her chest.

Once they sat down, and the reality of events settled down on Lorena, she began to look around the club. People sprayed out on couches, drunkenly conversing or making out. People out on the dance floor. Men walking into booths in the back, shielded by curtains. Eddie was probably in one of those. “I’m heading to the bar. You want anything?” Miguel asked, snapping her out of her daze. “Uhhhh, just get me something strong,” she brushed off, still not entirely paying attention. He shrugged and walked off to the bar. 

Lorena continued to inspect the area, her thoughts bouncing all over the place. What did this Eddie look like? Did he have black hair instead? Was his voice higher? Her Eddie always had a particularly deep tone. Smooth like silk as well. She would spend days on end focusing on the way he would say a single sentence back when she was first crushing on him. Would he act like her Eddie? She realized quickly she probably wouldn’t get the opportunity to find out. She didn’t necessarily want to find out anyways.

…

Would she have to kill him again? Would Miguel make her?

The smack of the glass on the table brought her back to reality. “You weren’t really specific, so I just got you a negroni,” Miguel said, open bottle of beer in his hand. Without a second thought, Lorena downed half the glass just then, proven to be a mistake with how strong the drink actually was. Her mouth curled inwards as her eyes shut closed, letting out a few coughs quickly after. 

Miguel laughed slightly, and slammed his hand against her back to help her cough. “What the fuck was that?” “Hey, you told me to get you something strong!” Miguel defended. “I thought you were gonna get me a margarita or something,” Lorena said, rubbing her chest with her hand. “Haven’t had alcohol in more than a year and you hit me with that straight away,” she said to herself. Subconsciously, he handed her his bottle. “Take a sip of that then.” She smiled to herself as she put her lips to the bottle and took a good sip of the beer. “Better?” he asked, like she was a child. “Yes, thank you for your charity sir, you’re so kind,” she responded sarcastically. 

“Find anything interesting yet?” Miguel asked, taking back the bottle. Lorena’s eyes went back to the curtains. “Those booths back there look promising. Are we sure he’s here yet though?” Lorena asked. “I have a hunch.” Lorena looked up at Miguel, annoyance on her face. “We’re going…off of a hunch?” “Just trust me on this okay.” Lorena sighed and took another sip of her own drink, wincing again when she put it back down. 

Her eyes were drawn away from the drapes and over to the lit up dance floor. She had always been the first one to bring her friends to dance with her when she was younger. Seeing it again brought feelings flooding back to her heart. Spontaneously, she jumped up from her chair and held out her hand to Miguel. “...What are you doing?” he asked, incredibly confused. 

“You said we had to blend in, right? We’ll do that better if we’re out there dancing,” she said. “Oh, no way. I don’t dance, chiquita,” he said, almost embarrassed. “Oh come on, for someone with your build? You’ve definitely danced before. Don’t be a debby downer Miggy,” she encouraged, both of them caught slightly off guard by the nickname slip. He rolled his head back, wiped his hands over his face, and let out a deep, annoyed groan. Once he stood up though and took her hand, it was impossible for Lorena to lose the smile growing on her face. “You’re taking the lead though, Loré,” he said, having come up with a nickname for her as well. She hoped the sunglasses he had on would keep him from seeing the blush on her face.

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They didn’t.

Hand in hand, Lorena led Miguel over to the brightly lit floor, music blasting in the speakers next to them. Miguel stook out like a sore thumb, his huge build making him extremely identifiable among the other strangers on the floor. Lorena fit right in though, immediately beginning to dance to the blasting music. Miguel tried his best to copy her moves, but ended up looking like a fool. “You were right, you really aren’t that good at this,” Lorena teased. “Ha ha, very funny,” Miguel said monotonically. As the music changed slowly to a slower pace, they noticed the people around them grouping to dance into a pairs. She looked up to Miguel. He raised his eyebrow at her, asking her without words. Her smile was confirmation, as they inched towards each other. 

Almost as if they were pre-programmed to do so, Lorena wrapped her arms around Miguel’s neck, and his wrapped around her hips. They swayed together slowly to the music, melting into each others touch. He rested his head on her shoulder, his hot breath leaving goosebumps on her skin.

“This isn’t my wheelhouse,” he quietly whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “Why, better when other music is playing?” she whispered back sarcastically. “Everyone here’s lucky they aren’t playing salsa right now, or I’d be stealing the show.” Lorena let out a laugh. “Is that so?” He nodded, a huge smirk on his face. “I’m more of mambo person myself,” she responded. He smiled at her remark. “You’ll have to teach me some day.”

She struggled to keep the smile on her face as those words entered her head. You’ll have to teach me some day. She hadn’t even begun to think about it. What she would do after this mission was over. The whole point of doing this was so she could be granted her freedom. She wanted it so badly a couple of days ago. But now. She hadn’t even thought of staying as a possibility. Because to her, it wasn’t. She couldn’t invade Miguel’s life like that. She wasn’t even 100% sure how she felt about him, much less on how he felt about her. Besides, no matter how much she just wanted to settle down with someone. To live an actual life. She didn’t deserve it.��

Pulling away from him was like separating herself from her source of life, but she did it anyways. “You okay?” Miguel asked concerned. “Yeah, I just gotta freshen up for a second,” she said, wiping her nose. She turned around quickly to get away. Too quickly though, bumping into someone’s back on her way to the bathroom. 

Knocked off her balance, and her headband knocked out of her hair, she fell to the floor on her ass. “Sorry about that,” she said, slightly dissociated, reaching out for her headband. The stranger also reached down to help with her headband. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it gorgeous.”

Her heart dropped to her stomach.

That voice.

“Don’t lose your heart.”

She desperately wanted to keep her eyes glued to the floor. She didn’t want to look at him. But she had to keep her cover up. So she did, as slowly as she could though. And it was the worst possibly outcome.

He looked just like him. Strawberry blonde hair. Deep blue eyes. Small scar just above right eyebrow. His bottom two teeth fighting for room on the bottom row of his mouth. There was only one difference though. One of her favorite parts about him. This Eddie was missing his freckles. His beautiful light brown freckles.

She gave the stranger with her dead boyfriend’s face a strained smile while she grabbed her headband and rushed behind to the door. Her own brain pounding in her head was too loud for her to hear Miguel as she nearly ran passed him. She slammed the door to the outside open as she took in the air like it was her first breath ever. Even if she was outside now, she kept running. She sprinted down the streets, not taking any of her surroundings into account. She saw him in everyone’s face. His ghost had always been haunting her, but she wasn’t ready for him to move from behind her back to in front of her face. She ran so far and so fast until her legs ached, and even after that. She didn’t even know where she was going. She didn’t care. She just needed to get away from him as quickly as possible. Even if that meant leaving Miguel behind too. 

Her sprint was interrupted when her foot was caught in a change in the elevation on the sidewalk. Her face slammed into the concrete sidewalk, scraping her cheek and her knees. She used the rest of her strength, all drained out from her bolting, to crawl into a nearby alley. She made her way to the back and slunk down into the corner, hoping to meld into the brick behind her. Especially if it meant she never had to see him again.

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a/n: THIS TOOK ME SO LONG OH MY GOD. sorry if i messed some stuff up with the drinks, i dont drink so i really have no idea (im just a stoner instead lmao). UGH BUT I THINK THIS WAS MY FAVORITE CHAPTER TO WRITE I LOVED IT AND I HOPE YOU GUYS DID TOO

taglist: @the-ikran-man @jenniferdixon05207 @yuuuumii @elwyn7 @waniesss @lust-for-pan @natthernandez @pix-stuff @ang3lf4c3 @artfulthoughtswp @notwildlyfamous

[gorbo-longstocking]

HIIIIIII life update: im gonna be taking a bit of a hiatus from writing fanfiction for who knows how long, probably until the fixation hits again and i cant be controlled, but truthfully my job era has made me realize that i CANNOT be working retail for the rest of my life. so, ive decided to write something original and do something with it. hopefully publish it. im nervous to say that out loud because i feel like im overestimating my abilities, but ill never know until i try. im hoping to be able to build a future doing something i really genuinely love, but i REALLY gotta lock in on writing it so it. because i have a hard time actually finishing things.

i wont be posting it anywhere online because that would make getting published hard, which is the end goal, and id hate to delete it after having it up. man idk that just doesnt sit right with me. im kind of sad my feedback will be limited due to this choice, and also because i REALLY love sharing my writing and im impatient. but hopefully the end goal will be well worth it.

if anyones curious about the project im working on, feel free to ask! i would be more than happy to talk about it. im hesitant to just come out of the gate blabbering because its so left field from fanfiction and likely not what yall followed me for. i do fully intend to finish every fic ive ever started, i just gotta think about my future a little bit. get me out of retail for the love of god.

but that’s the update! if im radio silent for a while, thats what im working on. i feel weirdly guilty talking about it because i feel like im abandoning (im not actually abandoning it i prommy) stuff yall are actually interested in, in favor of something new.

[virocci]

おはよう　みなさん！ welcom back to the blog ppls

i figured i should do a life update once more since its been a good while.

firstly,

i think i wanna try speaking more japanese, im learning it with my school rn and ik that i understand and can speak quite a bit. its just i forget vocab so easily :,) maybe ill start tryna speak/test more in my blog posts :>

game segment *woosh woosh super cool transition*

i bought the $30 season pass for strinova hehe. i went level like 85-87 and then bought it and gave me and extra 25 to complete the battle pass :> idk if im gonna go ahead and do that again, it all depnds what in the pass and if i feel that ill be able to finish it :,)

i also pulled THE HERTA in hsr :> (my last post) but i speant all my stellar jades on her which is soooo sad. i was planning to get jade for her if i got herta early... but i didnt :( i think ill try to farm for jades and to see if i can pull jade :> i reeeeeeally wanna build a herta team hehe. i also still havent built sunday yet... or rappa for that matter. i think one day ill have to sit down and js do allll my grinding lol

also, i havent acc rll touched zzz since i completed the event but ive been feeling and itch to log again so maybe ill do that. im saving to get the vtuber girls and they supposedly are supposed to come out in march SO I REEEEALLY gotta be saving HARD.

also miku in fortnite. i legit downloaded fortnite JUST for miku and am acc lowk thinking abt buying her skin lol. only problem is that both of skins is like 4.6K vbucks and if I were to buy it id need to spend 50$ and i cant rlly afford to do that rn :(

ive also gotten like 10-ish hours into persona 5 :> the point to when your exploring the second castle. :D im reeeeally enjoying the game so far AND I CANT WAIT FOR FUTABA.

game segament done *super cool silly woop woop transition*

this next two weeks i have aaaaall my finals so iv been studying super hard. this friday i have my grade 12 math final exam and omggg im have been studying HARRD. I AM LOCKED IN FRFR. i rlly hope i do well so i atleast wont have to redo the exam when i do the course again :>

also eggrolls (the g u y, refer to past posts lol), COMPLETELY turned away from me when i went to see a friends that has lunch on the same floor w/ him. theres a whole group of ppl there and he eat w/ those ppl since his gf is there. And, my friend wasn't there so i was tryna ask someone ik we she was, and i looked to eggrolls for a minute (HE COMPLETLY avoided me btw) and HIS GF answered saying my friend isnt eating there anymore (or today idk what she said). but either way i found it kinda funny. idk if i mentioned this but i ended up never following him back on his public account, i js thought he didnt deserve it :) also there was a day we were doing some activity in class and he tried asking me for answers, i js pretended i didnt hear him and didnt move (there was also a group around his desk/behind me so it was plausable i didnt hear him) and i feel kinda proud of myself for not budging.

also there was a day during winter break i saw people from my old school when i was out with wifey 2. they were two guys who bullied me and were just assholes to me back in 8th grade. they just made fun of me for watching stuf like gacha and anime (listen i was in a phase back then) and also for wanting to dress more alternativly. acc, everyone in my class would say i was weird cause i wanted to dress differently and less basic (if i may say). that day i was wearing like a SCRUMPTIOUS fit. and after we saw them, i felt so proud of myself for being able to prove them wrong. like it felt so satisfying showing the ppl who put me down for being myself and prove that i executed it SO WELL.

anyways, i believe thats it for now :) i think another life update will have to come after exam unfortuanelty :(\

side note... if anyone actually sees this and reads this its kinda just a public journal :3 i feel i should be documenting more things that happen to me so this is my way of doing so. either way id still appreciate some interaction... i like seein ppl listen to what i havce to say :3

here is a yummy song for chu since you read allllll that :3

[boyinafandom]

YOU

Part 1

Song of this installment

Yes I’m bringing this 2020 banger back SHHHH

This is technically an au

In this au there are:

•Toby, still has Tourette's, although barely mentioned when in his pov because he's used to it and tunes it out now

•he still has his canon mental illnesses don’t worry

•he has no cheek scar-he has a lot of freckles though, that he covered in the first story with makeup, because it’s an easy thing to identify him with.

•his family isn’t dead, he’s just fucking crazy or sum idk (this is subject to change though? When i find lore, because in most cases psychopathy is made from child abuse-although it is believed that it may be genetically passed so…)

•reader is trans ftm (read part one for like context in there transition) not apart of the au but im TIRED AND SICK OF THE STRAIGHT FEMALE Y/N WE NEED MORE TRANS REP

TRIGGER WARNINGS

•kidnapping

•implied that someone (and everyone) Y/N knows and works with is now dead

• torture 

•manipulation

•MOMMM TOBYS BEING A MINDLESS HEARTLESS CRAZED FREAK AGAIN

Summary

It’s been about a three years since the whole “clock em over the the head and tie him up in your basement” incident, you thought it was over.

You were sorely mistaken.

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Y/N’S pov

I changed jobs, moved away,changed my name for the 6th time in my life time(while only being 27). Started over. AGAIN. Because I’m incapable of keeping the creeps away.

.

.

.

I don’t know why I didn’t kill him like I did the others.

You know, usually, when the restraining order doesn’t work, instead of telling the police, you take matters into your own hands,but he’s slippery, more then I thought, he got away, how could I have let this happen, now look at me?

Locked in a basement, and cold, uncomfortably dry basement, waiting for who I can only assume to be the man I thought I so blissfully got away from (and almost managed to kill) a few years back.

And now that I say all this. You must be deeply confused, so allow me to explain.

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September 4th 2024

12:34 AM

It’s freezing, and my makeup is starting to come off, thankfully I brought my mask. Why is this place still going on this late anyway? I mean, I get wanting a good midnight scare, (I work as a scare acter now) but it’s a freezing September night, the only people who are showing up are drunk…and..shit..someone is coming, ok- got to get into position

I borrow myself into the corn field..and wait

…

…

…

AND SUDDENLY I LEAP OUT AT THEM WITH A SCREAM

Dowsing them in fake blood and landing on top of them…I was not meant to land on them…shit..

I hear an audible groan

“Oh shit I’m sorry man! That was not meant to happen-“

“Naw man it’s fine-“

He sounds vaguely familiar,but who doesn’t,right?

I get off him, and he starts to get up

Shit I wasn’t supposed to break character, I then feel my alarm go off in my pocket..

My shift ended?? Then what is this guy doing here?

He smiles at me a wide..sharp toothed smile..

“What’s the alarm for?”

“My shift ended, it’s close time. What are you doing this far out?if I may ask?”

“You may, and I got here about an hour ago. I made it this far out because I…don’t actually know..?”

He does a full 360* turn and looks heavily confused, like he knew what he signed up for, but doesn’t know how he got where he is now.

“You uh..want me to walk you back?”

His neck jerks and he says a fast yes, clicking his tongue and stuttering

“You uh..good?”

Either he’s a tweaker he has tics, please god don’t be a fucking tweaker.

“So..why’d you come out this late?”

I say, since he completely ignored my question

“Hm..? Oh uh-? Just felt bored”

His hand jerks

It’s hard to see in the heavy lack of light. If it wasn’t for the moon shining over us, I wouldn’t even be able to tell if he was a man or woman,but…he reeks of copper..

Copper..

“So..you work here? Or do you volunteer??”

He asks

“I uh…work here..also sorry, this walk will take a minute, this is the end of the scare trail after all”

I say with a chuckle

He looks at me

“What’s funny?”

“Hm?”

“You laughed, so what’s funny?”

I start to feel a prickle up my spine at the sudden change in demeanor,cold running up and down my body.

“Oh um..nothing sorry, just trying to break the tension that’s all..”

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At some point after light conversation we end up back on the well lit trail…and then I see his face. He’s covered in freckles, and fake blood and he has a..large scar on his eyebrow..

Odd

I cut rogers when I tried to get rid of him for good

Whatever

We keep waking and then I smell something, it reeks of copper and cigarette smoke, Jaden usually smelled like cigarette smoke..

It starts to click

I walk over to the source of the smell..

Then I see it, this blobbed red thing..

“Hey uh..I realized i never got your name”

The guy says

“Where did you get that scar..?”

I say without turning around, peering into the ditch trying to see if my suspicions were correct

“You.”

And then then I feel him, his hands on my face. a wet rag over my mouth and nose, I try to hold my breath and fight but I quickly start to lose air..and then I breath it in..and lose consciousness…

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And that kids,is how I got locked in this creeps basement…

Fuck I hope Charles ok…

Shh..I can hear movement upstairs

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TOBY’S POV

This is GREAT. I finally get to see you again-mostly because you were to dumb to recognize me, shame really, I thought you loved me tiger.

We’re in love! So how did you not recognize me????it’s fine I suppose, I already killed the bitch you replaced me with. I mean seriously??? A bleach blonde twink??? I am so much better than him.

So

Much

Better.

As I make my way down stares,to you,I kind of realize-that you,mhm you tiger-probably don’t recognize me. It’s a shame, you didn’t see to recognize me when we saw each other again.

I hope you didn’t forget about me.

I slowly creak the entrance to you’re sell (that I made just for you! By HAND, because I truly care about your comfort) and there you are, immediately on alert, jerking about in your seat, thrashing about.

“Your only gonna make it tighter,tiger, I’ll untie you soon, you just have to stop struggling and relax”

You stop,surprisingly, and try to find the source of my voice.

“MFGHH!! MFH MOH”

You bark at me, to bad your mouth is gagged, I’d love to hear what you have to say.

“Hm? What was that?”

I mutter with a smirk, walking over to my table, and picking up my flaying knife

You hear the metal clink, I hear the scared whine you make.

“You’re about to be in a lot of pain tiger. Too bad you deserve it.”

You start to cry. But you didn’t comfort me when I cried…because you weren’t there.

“Stop crying, it’s gonna get a lot worse,Y/N.”

I pull the cloth out of your mouth, and you immediately go silent, like a whine or even scream is born and killed in your throat, maybe you think your silence with get you off easy, but it won’t. So don’t bother.

“Don’t bother struggling.”

I stab into your top of you’re left thigh, bluntly and brutally, and you cry harder, screaming so loud your voice breaks.

“Mhm. Let me hear you pretty boy.”

I pull it a little farther out and watch the blood gush out of your thigh, you’re screaming and crying, not begging though.

“It doesn’t matter how loud you scream, no one can hear you, this place is sound proofed.”

You stop screaming, and then huff something out, it’s so quiet I can almost barely hear it like it’s taking up all of your strength.

“Yknow…you’re a pretty good actor….”

I can’t help but not laugh, I mean complementing me? Really? That’s not gonna get you out of this.

“Why are you laughing? What’s funny?”

You mutter

I quirked an eyebrow

“Oh nothing…”

I rake the blade into your thigh one more time, this time you only jerk your spine in response.

Now I’m never letting you go.

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I KNOW I SAID I WOULDNT MAKE A PART TWO BUT HERE IT IS. Eat up smucks:3

Also sorry that I’ve haven’t post a fic of any kind in like a month in a half, life likes to rake its nails down my back while licking my ear lobe lol

[chronic-gastro-illness-culture]

I'm unable to go anywhere or do anything because of my stomach/bowel problems, and I feel so alone. doctors and hospitals don't help or know what's wrong, and i don't know what to do. I feel like I'll never get to go anywhere or do anything. (I get symptoms like stomach ache, nausea, acid reflux, diarrhoea, or constipation after I eat anything), so I'm unable to go anywhere where I'd have to eat. (so anywhere longer than a few hours.)

do you or anyone else have any experience in this or any advice?

i have been exactly where u r

i developed gerd in the spring of 2023

i made changes to my diet only to find out i have ibs n food allergies - i cant eat a lot of raw vegetables n fruits n nuts bc im allergic to them but i cant eat processed foods bc of my gerd either

so i have a limited diet n take magnesium capsules everyday bc i cant eat leafy green vegetables

but i definitely lived in fear for months n had a lot of anxiety abt eating n also my proximity to a bathroom. i was taking zofran around the clock n would keep a handful of tums in my pocket in case i started to have reflux

i felt like i wouldnt ever be able to enjoy food or the act of eating again. n so much of hanging out w ppl involves eating. i dont think ppl realize how much culture n socialization revolves around food until ur suddenly hyper vigilant abt what ur eating. also how hard life is when each n every meal brings w it the fear n anxiety of experiencing symptoms.

anyways my doc prescribed me anti anxiety meds n a ppi to get the reflux symptoms under control. n she told me to go to therapy. At first that rlly upset me being told my stomach problems were anxiety related n basically feeling like my doc was telling me its “all in my head” bc i knew it was psychosomatic i knew what i was going thru was real

but i started therapy n my therapist suggested i read a book called the body keeps the score by bessel van der kolk n it changed my perspective on the whole thing.

things like pills diets n exercise can definitely help get things under control- n idk what all u have tried n what all the docs n hospital have given u in terms of tools to work w ur undiagnosed conditions -but understanding the mind-body connection n how ur body holds n manages stress can rlly rlly help when it comes to actually managing chronic illness. bc chronic illness is tied to chronic childhood trauma which is often a pattern thats repeated in adulthood too. doctors can only do so much when it comes to treating the body but they have have no idea how to treat the mind. while i hated my doc telling me take anti anxiety meds n go to therapy initially now im very very thankful she knew that was smth that was behind her scope n so she sent to someone who knew how to give me the help i needed. bc if i hadnt gone to therapy id still be stuck at home locked in a prison of fear.

i go out to eat now. i had movie theater popcorn for the first time in 2 yrs last month. i can eat a greasy fast food cheeseburger. these things i only indulge in once a month bc i dont want my gerd symptoms to come back again but they r things i can do.

n bc ik n understand my own stressors ik how to prepare for things like that to keep my gerd n ibs managed. ik to make sure i only eat a gerd safe diet during times of stress n to avoid the greasy processed foods bc ill be more likely to have reflux then.

recovery rlly is a long journey n the medical field rlly is incompetent when it come to chronic illness. i wish u the best of luck on ur journey n i hope u get some relief soon 🙏

[themainspoon]

It has been said that because of decay, maggots, etc we wouldn't ever actually have to worry all that deeply about a zombie apocalypse scenario, because if we were just willing to wait it out for a bit decay would take care of it.

But imagine the world that comes after that point, a world in which it is just a fact of life that the dead get up and start attacking people after a little bit. Imagine the kind of changes that adopting to that reality would cause.

The thing is, we'd still need to be able to do things like autopsies to determine causes of death, and people would likely still want to carry out their various funeral rites, and so whenever possible destruction of bodies would have to be kept to an absolute minimum. But the risk posed would also have to be minimised. Imagine the kind of world where your first reaction upon seeing a dead body would have to be to begin surgically mutilating it for your own saftey, where you need to carry a scalpel with you along with your phone and keys, just in case.

Imagine a world in which alongside shapes, colours, and their ABC's, toddlers are taught how to check for a pulse, as well as what tendons to cut and in which order, so that they know what to do if they ever come across a dead body and no adults are around to help them. And imagine the point at which a section on how to tell how "fresh" a body is and when to flee gets added in response to a 5 year old's obituary.

Imagine a world where the terminally ill have to be kept in cages, where elderly couples have to sleep seperately in locked rooms, and where rescue efforts during and after tragedies have to focus on locating and neutralising the dead instead of saving the living.

Imagine being somebody who works in a field in which you have a lot of contact with the dead, imagine the process of immobilising a body becoming an automatic, thoughtless process.

Imagine the ammount of omnipresent paranoia that would arise; until they start to really decay zombies probably wouldn't be as obvious as most would assume, so imagine the fear people would feel simply needing to get close to somebody who walks funny or smells bad. Imagine how this would effect some of the most vulnerable and disadvantaged in our society.

Imagine the ammount of panic missing persons would cause. Imagine living close to a place a person recently disappeared, and just having to know that outside was unsafe for the foreseeable future.

Imagine doing your community service in the outbreak containment squad. When bodies aren't immobilised properly and they start killing people, it's very easy for things to spiral out of control. Imagine some of the things you'd see, some of the scenes you'd walk in on.

Imagine a world where everybody had to constantly be paranoid about death, not just their own and the deaths it could cause, but also the possibility of almost anybody around them dying. Imagine having to have that constantly in the back of your mind. Where your entire life has to be spent in hyper vigilance, and you rarely get time to mourn the dead.

IDK, random inspiration struck.

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

Tw: Sui ideation, self-harm, general sui warning because idk?

Looking for: Advice

Okay, so, I'm kind of really scaring myself lately. I'm used to being able to be hit with emotional stuff and cope (in healthy or minorly unhealthy ways).

But lately I've been having worse s/h urges than usual (I want to actually draw blood and/or get something sharp to use), and there's been a couple times where the suicidal urges have been really strong.

There was a point a few years ago where I was on the edge of going and committing suicide, but my Mother (though unhelpful, could stop me) was there at the time and I didn't s/h. I've hit that point again a couple of times, and the only thing I've really managed to do with it is say "let me just do this thing, and then we'll go". Said thing is really easy for me to get locked into hyperfixation loops on so bad I'll fall asleep doing it, which is why it's my go-to, but I'm scared if I get bored of it I won't have anything stopping me anymore.

And whenever I get to these points I think, maybe I should call a hotline or something or have Mother (albeit. sleeping.) call the hotline, but I keep thinking I'm not actually going to do anything, I'm not actually feeling these urges I'm just stressed and thinking of easy outs and I just want attention.

And I know you're supposed to "call before it's too late" and "you're not seeking attention" but also. How do I know the difference between just wanting to and being at genuine risk of doing something? What if I'm really just over exaggerating? Maybe part of this is because the last time I got to this point Mother said I was being sensitive and it was my fault, etc., but I don't know.

And it's usually worn off when I wake up, so it's not really an emergency I guess? Not like I have a note or anything set up if it does happen or like I have a method or anything. There's no plan it's just like...I want to just walk out on the road and let it happen. Maybe that counts as a plan. I don't know.

But either way, I just. I don't know. It's never been so strong and so real so often, that one time was rock bottom in an already dark place, but now it's happening consistently, at least once a week if not twice or more. And it's stupid because then, like, I could be on the verge of just going through with it one night, and the next day going "yeah idk what the fuck I was on about this is tolerable", so it feels even more invalid and idk. It's so stupid. I have no idea when I should really take the risk of trying to call something or however that works (I don't even know how it works.) and I'm scared if I tell my therapist about it, he won't let me choose he'll just call. But what if I am just exaggerating and he tells me that I'm just overreacting?? Fjdjansnwjajsnnf

Haven't said anything because the only people with me rn are my Mother (concerns discussed), my therapist (concerns discussed), and my brother but. Idk. I'm scared my brother will just think I'm overreacting to nothing or whatever (he doesn't know most of my life history, and struggles understand stuff like neurodivergence beyond stereotypes, and while he brought up it sounded like I had depression at one point, I'm still unsure on where he might stand with mental illness), or that I'll just be adding to an already very loaded plate. Same with Mother. Everyone's got too much shit and if I add this to that it's just make everything so much worse.

Trying to make this as stable as possible, I'm sorry I'm going through it rn lol. I tried to cut the fluff but I'm super foggy right now and yeah. I'm gonna go do my hyperfixation thing before I do something stupid, but I appreciate any advice you can give.

(And, if you think I should be calling someone at these points, resources would be appreciated because I don't actually know what to do and if I have to tell someone I don't want them calling 911 or something. I'm not sure how reasonable that anxiety is, but yeah. Thanks. Have a good day <3)

- Ghost (👻) (Tumblr never likes to let me search my ask so I'm attempting to sign it this time so it may go through, sorry if the thing is taken)

Hi Ghost,

I'm sorry to hear that you've been struggling with suicidal thoughts. Please know that it's okay to call or text a crisis hotline even if you're not literally on the brink of suicide. Having the thought can escalate very quickly regardless of how many times you've had that thought before, so it's better to be safe than sorry. If you ever have those thoughts again, know that you are welcome to text HELP to 741741, text or call 988, or browse this masterpost of international crisis hotlines. I can assure you that there are no repercussions to reaching out to 741741 or 988, but I am less familiar with the resources on the masterpost, so do keep that in mind.

If anyone has any additional comments or suggestions, please feel free to add on. Otherwise, I hope I could help and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun