#improving care for psychotics

[healingwgabs]

“Talk to a therapist” “go to the psych ward” are ableist statements and r not supportive to the psychotic communities who experience delusions of persecution and extreme paranoia who wont trust their therapist or the psych ward staff?? and are likely to get traumatized if they go to therapy or the psych ward in a state like that

Seen posts on here that recommend that psychotics (Doesn’t specify what kind) speak to therapists? And from personal experience I don’t agree (depends on what kind) and think it can be harmful. I was lucky enough to be given a few free sessions-my mom had something set up (like 3-the country I live in offers that to some ppl 🇨🇦 but my therapist) but it was during my psychotic depression (w chronic paranoia) and now I feel ways about seeing a therapist.. idk don’t recommend seeing one if ur like that, it was kinda traumatizing and it wasn’t the therapists fault

Everything is traumatizing when ur in a state like that :( still learning what triggers I got while like that esp having experienced things for as long as I have

I also never told my therapist about the psychotic symptoms I was experiencing during things, didn’t trust being honest about them with a professional at the time, just had to mask a lot. Didn’t tell my family either. I was rlly scared about the terrifying things I was going through internally

[dorianbrightmusic]

New Antipsychotic FDA Approval – Cobenfy

Cobenfy (xanomeline/trospium chloride) has just been approved for schizophrenia treatment in the US. This is huge. It's the first antipsychotic in decades to not target dopamine directly. It's got a much, much better side-effect profile, and it might work for negative and cognitive symptoms.

FOR MORE READING – news report/patient-centred plain language overview: See here.

FOR MORE READING – scientific evidence report: See here (note: the drug is referred to as 'KarXT' in this report).

I couldn't be happier right now. People with psychosis go through so, so much trying to find medications that are both useful and tolerable, and psychiatry has historically neglected psychotic people's needs so, so awfully. (Not to mention how little there is that actually helps with anything other than positive symptoms.) So I'm really, really hoping that with the proof that we can, in fact, make antipsychotics that aren't based on the same old pharmacological things we've tried before. Cobenfy is a muscarinic agonist/antagonist in fixed combination – and it also indirectly regulates dopamine and glutamate. And given that we know both dopamine and NMDA are probably involved in schizophrenia somehow – AND that treating things to do with either is hard – this is so, so, so exciting.

This isn't to say Cobenfy doesn't have side-effects (the most common ones being nausea, constipation, dyspepsia, vomiting, hypertension, dry mouth, and tachycardia. We also know that there is a small risk of extrapyramidal symptoms, and that prolactin-related side-effects do happen, unfortunately). We don't know much about how it affects folks in the long-term, or much about the long-term tardive dyskinesia risk. But even so, it's progress compared to some of the worse antipsychotic side-effects.

Moreover, there is a possibility it might be useful for negative and cognitive symptoms. Holy crap.

I'm really really really excited. I hope this is the start of a shift in psychiatry towards better standards of patient-centred care for psychosis. Y'all have deserved better for far too long – here's hoping this is the start of more ethical, effective treatment.

[dhampir-dyke]

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[pplatonic]

You cannot know the history of schizophrenia as a diagnosis without coming to the conclusion that the fault of the misinformation surrounding schizophrenia and its setback in its research in modern society is a direct result of the laziness of past clinicians.

Negative symptoms used to be the focus of this illness when Kraepelin and Bleuler defined it - Kraepelin thought them to be more important and Bleuler literally defined them as FUNDAMENTAL symptoms.

Then in the 60s and 70s, since hallucinations and delusions were easy to spot and define, they were given more and more prominence in the hopes of "improving diagnostic precision." In real people language, that means they were lazy and wanted a quick checklist to go off of instead of, you know, caring about their patients.

What resulted from this is that now nearly everyone thinks schizophrenia is just hallucinations and delusions. On the medical side of things, the only treatments available for it treat psychotic symptoms, and the majority of the research focuses on them. Which leaves the rest of the debilitating symptoms untreated.

There are corrective adjustments being made to return to the emphasis on negative symptoms, and cognitive symptoms accompany that, but it should have never changed in the first place. Plus, the majority of society isn't adjusting their worldview to align with current perspectives on schizophrenia.

Schizophrenia was historically about the negative symptoms, and it always should have stayed that way. Schizophrenia is not just a "disorder that causes psychosis." It has negative, cognitive, disorganized, and catatonic symptoms as well.

Schizophrenia is a disorder affecting thought, behavior, and emotion, that is accompanied by psychotic features when left untreated.

Stop boiling down illnesses to basic symptoms. Teach and treat them wholistically.

[pawberri]

Myths about disability in the US that I hear all the time and that are super damaging

1. If you get a diagnosis, all your doctors and employers and family members will know

No. HIPAA makes all of this super illegal and unlikely. If you’re a minor, or in a situation where your parents have access to your records that’s one thing, but if you’re an adult with legal control over yourself YOU get to choose who has access to to your medical records. When I was younger I had this idea that diagnosis and stuff went on some kind of “permanent record” that anyone with power could access, but medical records are very decentralized and you have to give permission to your care team for them to get old records from other doctors. You can literally have a different diagnostic profile with every doctor you see.

2. If you get a diagnosis you have to say you have a disability on job applications

No. If anything it’s the employer who’s in a dubious position for putting that question on a job application. If those questions serve some actual purpose it’s to see if you’re physically capable of performing the job and or for diversity hiring. In any case, you have zero legal obligation to disclose your disability and will not face repercussions for not doing so. Again, the employer has no access to your medical records.

3. Having a diagnosis makes you more likely to be institutionalized/suffer from ableism

I can’t say this is completely 100% inaccurate all the time, but for the most part you are under equal or worse risk of suffering at the hands of the system without a diagnosis. A diagnosis usually implies treatment, and can often aid in getting treatment. Having good treatment improves your quality of life and control of yourself. Having control of yourself gives you a better chance of not getting into a situation where your rights actually are stripped from you (I.e being 50150d for suicide, public psychotic breaks, etc) and having proof of treatment outside an institution actually gives you a better chance of not being held longer. Though as a bonus myth being held for more than a few days requires a court hearing and significant effort and is not a given. Going “lalala I can’t hear you” about your mental illness actually does not make life better for you.

Does any of this mean that absurd human rights abuses I can’t account for won’t and don’t happen? No. But the system does not function how many people believe and will tell you it does. Your medical records are solidly private and under your control 90% of the time. People fear monger A LOT about the fact that being disabled and diagnosed will immediately ruin your life. They do it in the name of “fighting ableism” but it’s a straight up lie. Diagnosis is not the end of your life or career. It’s a part of treatment.

[writeyouin]

Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X Fem-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 7

Chapter 7 - A Day With Alastor

A/N – Well, it took a while but I finally felt up to writing a bit. There’s still a lot of sadness at home right now, but I’ll try to keep writing.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

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MALE VERSION HERE

GN / NB VERSION HERE

You woke up in Angel’s bed. The previous night, you two had laughed, danced, ordered pizza and stayed tucked away in the safe haven of his bedroom. In that time, Angel had been reminded of how much his life had improved recently, and how precious his new friends were, and you had allowed yourself to relax, once again reverting to your previous human appearance. Yet, after revealing how you had died twice in a night, the change to look human felt more like a choice rather than the repression of painful emotions; you still had no love for your Demonic appearance, but you felt it wouldn’t be so terrible if it was seen among friends, or if you wanted a break from the low thrum of energy it took to keep your human façade in place.

You groaned tiredly as you pushed yourself up, never having been a morning person, and upon looking through the slats of the shaded window, you saw that it was very early indeed.

Angel had already left, and you made a mental note to call him in the evening when you knew he would be done with work. Despite the fun respite the two of you had shared, Angel would undoubtedly have a terrible day as Valentino’s plaything.

Stretching, you got up and headed downstairs for breakfast, surprised when you didn’t see anyone at the breakfast bar. Technically, the breakfast bar was just the regular bar, but since Husk typically spent his mornings sleeping in, everyone had adopted it as the breakfast bar and so there were always boxes of cereal on it until noon.

Thinking about it, you realised that since Charlie and Vaggie weren’t there to greet you, Angel Dust had likely talked them through the previous night and reassured them that everything was going to be okay. It had undoubtedly been a tearful reunion for Charlie. Angel Dust would have laughed and played it off like it was nothing, though he would have secretly been touched that Charlie cared enough to cry over someone like him, and Vaggie would have been left to care for Charlie and steer her in the direction of her daily duties.

Absently, you reached for a box and began pouring yourself a bowl of Glutton-O’s. There was a thunk in the bowl as a dead cockroach pinned to a cheap ring of plastic fell into it. You hummed at Nifty’s idea of a breakfast prize, though you didn’t scoff at it. Instead, you opted to wear it, just in case the psychotic little maid was around. If she was, you would make her happy, and if she wasn’t, you could always throw it away when you were far from the Hotel.

Despite claiming the prize, you opted not to eat the tainted cereal, getting up to leave instead.

“Ah, (Y/N), good morning,” Alastor greeted you energetically as if he had only just spotted you when in reality he had been waiting patiently for you to awaken and head downstairs.

“Morning Alastor,” You replied warmly, used to his sudden appearances.

“I didn’t know you were back in our wonderful home. Tell me, was it trouble in Paradise with Lucifer?” His head lurched to the side and his grin became more malicious as he mentioned his rival’s name, though he was back to his default expression a moment later when you replied.

“Christ on a stick, Al. You make it sound like we’re a couple or something.” You shook your head, chuckling, “No, everything’s fine between me and Charlie’s dad. I just came over to visit last night. I’ll be going soon though.”

“Going? Oh my. Well, I can’t let you go without first ensuring you’ve had an enchanting day out. How would you feel about joining me on my morning constitutional?”

You smiled and got up, straightening your crumpled clothes. “Sure, I could do with a walk.”

“Wonderful!” Alastor stamped his cane to the floor, and your outfit transformed into one more fitting for a trip to Cannibal Town.

“Oh,” You hummed, glancing down at the new outfit. You weren’t offended; Alastor liked his travelling companions to look their best and to be honest, you had needed a fresh change of clothes. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, my dear,” He replied brightly.

Then, Alastor offered you his arm, a rare gesture seeing as he didn’t liked to be touched, and after escorting you out of the hotel, the two of you separated, walking side by side.

You had been to Cannibal Town only twice in the past. The first time was because that was where you arrived upon your death. The second time, you were running from the carnage caused by some loan sharks wherein you had been caught in the crossfire. At the time, you had been dressed so poorly that the inhabitants of the elegant town had chased you to the border, trying to take a bite out of you.

Since then, you hadn’t been back. However, seeing as Alastor was escorting you and since you were now dressed to match the high standards Cannibal Town held, you felt safe in going there.

All those who passed by you and Alastor stopped to bow or tip their hats in due reverence to the Overlord.

“So…” You started, “Is this your territory?”

Alastor threw back his head and laughed, “Ha-ha-ha, my territory? No, no. This wonderful patch of Hell belongs to my good friend, Rosie. Now there’s a fine Lady, if you’ve ever met one.” He hummed happily, “Indeed, they don’t make them like her anymore. I’d introduce the two of you, but I have it on good authority that she is currently away attending business.”

With that, Alastor led you to some of the finer boutiques of the Town. He snapped his fingers and the attendees rushed to his side, crowding him, and pushing you out somewhat. You shrugged your shoulders and began looking around at the many wonderful clothes surrounding you.

You had seen old films wherein boutiques like this once existed, with attendants and fine boxes tied with perfectly curled ribbons. Until now, they had seemed to be a thing of the past, but one good thing about Hell was that the past was all around you, and should you want a taste of something more modern, you could always catch up with a bit of Vox-tech, ensuring the best of both worlds.

You heard the sharp static screech that meant Alastor was offended and turned to find him gesturing at you.

The salespeople who previously crowded him were suddenly surrounding you.

“Alastor, what’s going on?” You asked uncertainly.

“Well, my darling,” He grinned devilishly, “Call this my treat. It’s rare that I have someone travel with me so willingly and I do find it ever so nice to have a passion project these days. So, these fine people are ready to bow to your every whim. Clothes, pearls, a bottle of the finest Champagne, you name it and they will bring it to you. In fact-” Alastor clapped his hands lightly and suddenly a tiny imp rushed to his side, struggling under the weight of the ice bucket he held above his head.

Alastor waited as another hired imp hurried over to pour two flutes of Brut Imperial Moet & Chandon Champagne, handing one glass to Alastor and forcing the other into your hand.

Alastor took a sip and smacked his lips together, eliciting a satisfied sigh, “Ah, 1911, a fine vintage. So, a new wardrobe then?”

“Oh, Alastor, I- I couldn’t,” You said sheepishly as a Cannibal Tailor began taking your measurements, holding a tape measure against your leg.

You tried to walk back to Alastor but were restrained when the tailor hooked the tape around your waist.

“Nonsense, I insist.” Alastor chuckled.

“No, really. I didn’t come here to get anything from you.”

“Exactly! You don’t want anything from me, and that’s precisely why you shall have everything. I do ever so enjoy gifting my friends, especially those humble enough to try and deny me my eccentricities.”

You tried to argue further, but it quickly became an exercise in futility. No matter what happened, you would not be able to convince Alastor to change his mind. So, you gave in, and in doing so, you ended up having one of the best days of your afterlife.

That day, you felt like you were a part of a movie montage. You were rushed about into changing rooms to try on several outfits tailored to you, your face was peppered with makeup, attendants were constantly by your side, gushing over you and offering mimosas or whatever else your heart desired (though, you avoided the finger sandwiches filled with actual human fingers, or any other food, seeing as you were afraid of what might be in it.)

Overall, you knew that this kind of attention would be too much if you were constantly plied with it, but for a short while, it was fun, and you were happy to let yourself be spoiled.

Finally, Alastor decided he had given you enough and offered to take you out for afternoon tea, which you happily agreed to as long as there were some non-cannibal options.

Alastor rested a hand over his heart as if offended, “Oh, you non-cannibals don’t know the kind of flavours you are missing, but if you insist, I promise to take you to one of the tamer venues in town.”

He waved the attendants away, leaving your new belongings to a Demon who would have them transported directly into your room.

When the two of you sat down outside of the Insani-Tea tea house that overlooked the pavilion in the central plaza, Alastor sighed contentedly. He picked up his cup and swirled it around airily, taking a look at the scenery as he changed the topic from the previous ones about the hotel, “This has been quite a lovely day if I do say so myself.”

You smiled happily, resting your hands around your tea cup and relishing the gentle warmth, “It has. Thank you, Alastor. I needed a nice day like this.”

“Hm? So, life with our all-powerful Satan hasn’t been all you imagined.”

You chuckled as Alastor caught your eye, “Well, it was all Charlie’s idea, and you know what she’s like when she gets a thought into her head.”

“Indeed. A very determined young lady.”

“That’s one way of putting it.”

“You’re not happy, then?”

You took a moment to contemplate the question, “Honestly? I think I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in a very long time. It’s… hard sometimes to be in such a new place when I felt so at home in the hotel, but I think that Charlie might be on the right track when it comes to Lucifer.

Granted, her methods are… Well, she’s a real ballbuster when it comes to her ideals on friendship and the like, but I think that if her father could see what she’s trying to do and make a connection with people like us then he would see that Hell isn’t just one big punishment and that he and his family did manage to build something sort of good here.”

At the mention of Sinners as a Collective, Alastor’s grin became darker and more sinister in nature, as if he didn’t approve of your placement of him and the other Sinners on the same level, though, distracted as you were, you missed his disapproval and sense of superiority. He however didn’t miss the way your smile softened when you mentioned Lucifer’s success.

It wasn’t love. Of that, Alastor was certain, but if he nudged you in the right direction, you could probably fall for that blonde idiot, and if that happened, and if Lucifer somehow also found feelings for you, Alastor could use you to manipulate Lucifer.

Like all of Alastor’s plans, this would take time and a lot of work, but the reward would be great. With time, he would be the new ruler of Hell, and that was a day he sorely looked forward to.

“Well, I’m glad to hear that our darling Charlie was right in her hunch,” He said genially. “You should continue to work with Lucifer. I’m sure it would be beneficial for everyone.”

 “We’ll see,” You agreed, taking a sip of your tea.

Lucifer paced back and forth in the Pride Parlor where you usually spent your afternoons. Where were you? You had been missing all day.

He folded his arms tightly against his chest as he paced. Had he upset you the night before? What was he thinking? Of course he had! You had told him how you died, and now… Now, what? Had you run away? Should he call Charlie?

Lucifer didn’t know what to do. He didn’t own you, and while you had claimed him as your friend, he had never reciprocated in kind.

The sound of the door opening caught Lucifer’s attention and he looked up hopefully, but it was only Spick closely followed by Span, each of the snakes holding feather dusters and getting to work cleaning the room. Lucifer watched as Span dusted the fireplace mantle, his eyes travelling upward to a portrait of him and Lilith together; it was one of the earlier pieces he had commissioned from an awful Sinner, Salvador Dali; the artist’s punishment for selling his soul to an Overlord had been that whenever he was commissioned, he wasn’t allowed to paint his beloved surrealism art and could instead only paint portraits.

In the painting, Lucifer was staring intently at Lilith, admiring her for everything she was or ever would be since her potential was limitless to him. She however was looking straight ahead, a demure smile upon her face.

When Lucifer thought of you, he couldn’t help also thinking of Lilith. Granted, you and he were only friends, but Lilith had also disappeared and now she had been missing for seven lonely years. Lucifer would hate to think that he had driven the only other person to live with him since then away too.

Anxiously, he twisted his wedding ring from side to side, feeling more miserable than ever.

“Hey boys,” Your cheery voice greeted as you entered the parlour.

Lucifer spun around to find you eagerly smushing Spick and Span’s faces like they were puppies or something equally as pettable.

“(Y/N)… You’re back,” He murmured quietly.

Mistaking his quietness for indifference towards you, you wilted somewhat, “Yeah, but I can uh- I can leave again if that’s what you want.”

“What I want?” Lucifer repeated listlessly. He held up his hand as if he was going to touch you, but let it drop again, “I’m… I’m going to my workshop.”

You nodded, your brows furrowing at the strange exchange, “Okay, I’ll- I’ll be in my room.”

Lucifer passed by you to leave the parlour first, then he seemed to change his mind, if only for a moment.

“It’s good to have you back,” He said softly before heading out.

You smiled to yourself, relieved. “It’s good to be back.”

You thought that Lucifer hadn’t heard you, yet as he walked to his workshop, a small smile reached his lips; it had been a long time since he’d considered anyone new to be a friend.

[genderqueerdykes]

hi forgive the unsolicited advice, but that doctor experience was fucked and you have a right to file a complaint. Also, have you considered bringing a friend to advocate for you? I do it with my friends and then the doctor listens to me repeat my friends' questions and has to explain their bias to me or be on their best behavior and give the medical care they're actually supposed to give.

that's not unsolicited advice at all, thank you!

i do not have many friends or people who can come to appointments and advocate for me unfortunately- i had to separate from my last friend group because of how toxic and abusive they were being, so i'm currently in the middle of looking for new local friends. i do have a neighbor who cares about me a lot though and i might be able to ask her to attend appointments with me where i feel like i'm unseen

that's really great that your friend is there to help you with that! i did that for one of my first appointments when i was seeking help for my fatigue/fibromyalgia. she did a great job of reasserting what i had been saying to the doctor and not letting him just make assumptions

what i'm going to do is call back the patient advocate for that facility and let them know that i got my surgery done without a hitch elsewhere and that the person who told me that they couldn't do the surgery for me because of my weight need to be reported and honestly fired, because they're doing this to other people, not just me. you shouldn't go into medicine if you are not concerned about improving the health of every patient who comes into your office.

i don't care if they're rude. i don't care if they're homeless. i don't care if they have addictions. i don't care if they are incoherent or in a psychotic episode. i don't care if that person is 600+ lbs- they still need help. as a medical professional you don't get to pick and choose who you help, you don't get to be petty and only want to provide care to rich, skinny white people. everyone needs help eventually

thanks for your kind message i appreciate it!

[linuxfemme]

i say this in the most sincere way i possibly can. we as a society need general information on schizophrenia and related psychotic disorders to be well known it is IMPERATIVE that as a society if we want to improve that we begin to demystify schizophrenia in the public eye. do you know what negative symptoms to look out for in the prodromal period before positive psychotic symptoms begin when early treatment is crucial? do you know what you would do if you or a loved one began to experience acute psychosis and there was no opportunity to make a plan or discuss anybody's wishes?

schizophrenia and other psychotic disorders are a part of being human. we don't know what causes them but there are documented cases of it happening for very many years across all cultures. some studies believe around 2million americans (1 in 100) are affected by a psychotic disorder. you and your loved ones are not immune.

stop viewing schizophrenia as the mysterious ~most serious mental illness~ that only exists in hushed voices. schizophrenia is an illness that is not shameful to have. read about it. talk about it. ask people if they knew it comes with so many symptoms other than hallucinations and delusions. ask them if they knew it was so hard for people to receive treatment for it. did you know it's hard to estimate how many people have it because homelessness and financial issues are so closely tied to the illness?

let's create a world where schizophrenia is not seen as scary but as an illness. let's create a world that is kinder towards people with it and with better access to care.

[sowritten]

𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍

cursing, violence, all that good shit. feel free to adjust as you please!

you never know what horrible fate your bad luck has saved you from

thank you for taking the job on such short notice.

you are getting the new and improved me.

you put peace out in the world, you get peace back.

you don't have bad luck.

it's good luck. it's all in how you frame it.

you picked me second?

you have the strangest requests.

hey, this is nice!

it's like I got a compulsion or something.

I have to take it if I see it.

a goldfish biscuit? I mean, I don't understand it.

why didn't you tell me to bring that gun?

you're bleeding, mate.

oh shit, who the fuck did I kill?

I don't bleed.

what the fuck is wrong with you?

they're adaptable, like me.

no one likes lemons.

what's the catch? there's always a catch.

oh well, look at this! sleeping beauty!

technically, we're outside contractors.

you ever watch thomas the tank engine?

I always bring my stickers with me, you know that.

I wanna fucking strangle you right now.

why do you always bring swords?

that wasn't our fault.

you sound nervous.

you're overthinking it.

you're under-thinking it.

my job is to keep you safe.

I plan on completing my job.

the case, go get me the fucking case.

he doesn't need a reason to kill people like you; he needs a reason not to.

that's fucking confusing.

you came here to kill me.

you're going to want to hear the whole story, or you'll be very, very sorry.

three words describe our situation right now; do you know what they are?

family's more important than money, right?

let me put this bluntly: there's this soulless psychotic leader with the largest criminal organization on the planet shoved right inside our fucking ass cheeks.

if you mention that one more time I'm going to shoot you in the fucking face.

he asked for pros who wouldn't fuck up.

what do you want?

I'm not in someone else's story, you're all in mine.

deny it all you want, but you work for someone who works for someone else, et cetera et cetera.

I don't know what you think I can do for you.

you're going to kill him for me.

you look so tense.

that sounds dark as shit.

nut up or shut up, bro.

right, so: slight change of plans.

you stabbed me?!

I came here for revenge.

can we just take a time-out here?

I will ruin your life the way you ruined mine.

you are fuckin' excused.

it sounds so easy when you say it.

I'm really good with faces.

we have to have a hard discussion about the caliber of people we're surrounding ourselves with.

why are we whispering?

this rude enough for you, you fucking prick?

shove that hat up your asshole, you hear me?

there's a gun underneath this table pointed right at you.

I' can't really hear what you're saying.

I'm just fucking with you, mate.

who the fuck are you?

you look like every white homeless man I've ever seen.

you shot me. you shot me twice.

I shoot a lot of people.

you also have a shootable face.

I've forgiven, I've moved on.

I've always been lucky.

every day is a fucking headache with you, innit?

what's your plan here?

I'd like to accept your offer.

simple is better.

I ain't got the time or the patience, let alone the interest.

are you following me?

eat a bag of dicks!

I'm not a diesel, you're a diesel.

jesus christ, you had a bit of a bosh.

would you describe me as someone who lives in perpetual anxiety?

wanna make an easy two hundred bucks?

is this like, a sex thing?

all right, game's up.

the innocent young girl act really doesn't get you very far if you're holding a gun.

I wanted to handle it myself.

you can't control what fate has in store for us.

we're not finished.

this is a complete waste of my time.

unlike you, I'm a professional.

get the fuck off my back, will ya?

we need to deal with that twat right fucking now.

be careful, something else is going on here.

I'm never wrong.

you shoot first, come up with the answers later.

you be careful.

we need boundaries.

I knew my luck would rub off on you.

if the gun doesn't kill him, the case will.

I brought you here to fail.

it's a stupid plan.

it's a brilliant plan.

whatever deal was made, it wasn't done with the normal channels.

there's something else going on here.

did you just say whack?

you're really proud of yourself, aren't you?

you sure you don't want to talk this out?

for what it's worth, you seem like a right fucking asshole and I'm glad you're going to fucking die with me.

why did you even bother trying?

I don't think they were in the market for fucking dildos and pantyhose.

I'll do what you want.

you don't know anything about life or how hard it is.

I haven't seen anything like that, I think I'd remember.

I still need a fall guy.

you got a better idea, do you?

I'm finding it very hard to follow this story.

I'm sorry, I get captivated by white girl tears.

I'm really good at reading people and something tells me that you are just not fucking right.

am I dreaming?

I don't know how to shoot a gun.

you are really good, you sure you didn't study?

how do you do that? it's really unbelievable!

I'm glad you enjoyed the performance.

take that, punk!

you bitch!

you gotta be better prepared!

I'm mansplaining again.

you don't seem like a religious person.

you want me to hold your hand?

are you lying on the ground in the fetal position?

how do you always know what I'm doing?

get off your fucking lazy ass and come here and finish the job yourself.

I want to look into your eyes when I kill you.

I'm so happy to see you.

please help me!

I'm sorry darling, I don't know who the fuck you are.

a pretty girl makes a good hostage.

keep your fucking knickers on.

there's been a diesel causing all sorts of fucking havoc.

it was you the whole fucking time!

what the fuck are you doing?

he said he was going to kill you and blame everything on you.

no one's going to hurt you.

we've got to go, right now!

I don't want to be alone, please!

it's not your fault.

you've got your whole life ahead of you.

make sure you do something that brings you peace.

you're not going to let me get hurt? be honest.

you're creeping me out.

I have survived much more and much worse than you.

I'll fucking kill him myself!

her intentions with you were not honorable.

a blind man could see you were the one in the dark.

I did not need to do anything; fate will do what it wills.

fate for me is just another word for bad luck.

I returned home and found nothing except ash and blood.

he had taken everything from me.

I went into hiding and I looked for a way to strike him out without endangering what I had left.

I did not think fate would ever give me the chance to make things right.

everything that's ever happened to you has lead you here.

that's a shit deal.

am I in hell?

where the fuck is my brother?

I'll shoot you in the fucking throat next time!

I'm fast to kick your ass, I swear to god!

we prepare together or we die alone.

if fate wills, I will get my revenge.

I'll get is the fuck out of here.

what are you going to do?

I'm going to buy us some time.

I came to see you and to make you finally see me.

I built myself up from the nothing you gave me.

I was the one who deserved your attention. your love.

you have never been part of my plan.

I got a bad feeling about this.

why does it always gotta be us to do this shit?

why do you do what you do?

nothing in life is an accident.

I will always come for you.

if you do not control your fate, it will control you.

why are you here?

I do not know why you are here, but move out of my way.

I'm sorry I shot you twice.

you are not ruled by strength, you are ruled by fear.

just let it go, bro!

what is with this fucked-up family?

you need some suggested reading, if I may.

was that karma?

did you come to rescue me?

did you need rescuing?

what's happening to your face? are you crying?

do you think maybe there was a little head trauma?

I think you were right about one thing.

maybe you've learned something after all.

take a fucking bow!

[silver-tooth-the-panther]

Hi, do you still write fnaf vore? If so, can I have some same size female night guard x springtrap vore? She doesn’t feel safe working at fazbear’s fright and when springtrap finally catches her he offers her a nice warm place to stay.

Thanks and no pressure and if you don’t feel like writing this!

(Don’t worry, sweetheart. I actually did like writing this! Plus it gave me an excuse to make a FNAF AU. I call it, the Biomechanics AU! It’s basically where the animatronics are half organic and half machine. This is so I can do fic requests for FNAF characters that aren’t from Security Breech. I can explain more about the AU in asks or in other posts!)

Not So Frightening Bunny

(A FNAF Springtrap Fanfic)

Warnings: Soft vore and some fear play

Word Count: 1855

Another day, another nightmare. Y/N hated every night she had to spend at that hell hole. Green lighting made the haunted attraction feel grimy and filthy. The corpse of animatronic animals made her feel incredibly uneasy. Y/N knew that Fazbear Frights was supposed to be creepy, but she never was a horror fan to begin with.

Rumors of the place certainly didn’t help either. She once heard that the place is watched by a possessed rabbit animatronic who once killed a plethora of children in the 80’s. Y/N tried looking into these rumors on the internet and nothing came up. Still, they made her stomach grow heavy whenever she entered the building.

“It’s just until six.” Y/N whispered to herself, a futile attempt to comfort herself as she unlocked the door and walked inside. Footsteps rang through the empty building as she slowly headed to her office. All she had to do was make sure that no intruders would get into the building and steal private property. Easy enough, right?

Y/N practically plopped into the office chair, tilting her head back to sigh in relief. She then swirled around in the chair to look at the cameras. “They really need to improve the lighting.” Y/N growled as she clicked through the cameras, barely able to see anything.

On the other side of the haunted attraction, a green, humanoid rabbit was snoring away. Springtrap was the guardian of this place and he normally was rather alert during the night. He was the one responsible for scaring the customers when Fazbear Frights was open. When it was closed, he was a gentle old man.

Golden Freddy, one of the younger biomechanical animatronics, peaked his head around the corner. “Dad?” The yellow bear timidly stepped closer to the sleeping rabbit. “Dad. The night guard’s here.” Springtrap’s snoring hitched as his eyes slowly batted open. “Huh? Wha-?” He sat up, rubbing his yellow eyes. “She’s here?”

Golden Freddy nodded, fiddling with his fingers. “Yeah. Just walked into her office.” Springtrap stood up and stretched, yawning as he did so. “Is she still nervous?” The yellow bear nodded his head rather quickly, looking rather solemn. “Oh yeah. Her hands were shakin’ pretty bad.” The yellow bear sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Them rumors really ain’t doin’ us any good.”

Springtrap grumbled softly, rubbing his forehead in annoyance. “They really aren’t, Goldie. They just make people think we’re some psychotic animals.” The rabbit scratched his chin for a second. “Maybe I could try introducing myself to her…If I do that, maybe she’ll feel more comfortable coming here.”

Golden Freddy nodded, raising his eyebrows in thought. “That might actually work.” Springtrap grinned, glad to see that the bear agreed. “Wanna come with me?” The golden bear shook his head in a sad manner. “Sorry, Dad. I gotta head back to the pizzeria. Bonnie said he needed some help repairing the kitchen camera.”

Springtrap nodded in an understanding way. “That thing’s been busted for a while. Good thing you two are finally taking care of it. Good luck, Goldie.” Golden Freddy gave his father figure a thumbs up before walking off, heading to the pizzeria.

The yellow rabbit sighed to himself as he stared down the empty hallway, feeling a sense of nervous anticipation rising in him. He shook his head to get himself ready. “Whelp. Better now than never!” With a warm smile, Springtrap hummed as he headed down the hallway.

Y/N was close to dozing off, feeling her eyelids growing heavy with sleep deprivation. Then, a chill went up her spine, jolting her awake. She quickly clicked through the cameras to see if anything was there. Dim lighting made it difficult to see anything, which only made her anxiety worse. “Come on! Work!” Y/N growled as she aggressively clicked through the cameras.

It was then that she saw the faint shadow of something moving past the entrance of a hallway. Y/N’s heart quickened as she clicked the next camera over. She could faintly see someone moving through the hallway. “Shit!” Y/N scrambled out of the chair and slid to the desk. She quickly began to shuffle through the drawers in a hurried fashion.

“Where the fuck is the knife?! Where’s the pepper spray?!” Y/N continued to shuffle through the drawers in hopes of finding a weapon. Unfortunately for her, the elusive being had already made it to the entrance of the office.

“Hello there.” Springtrap said in his usual warm voice. Jolting back, Y/N immediately shrieked when she saw him. The rabbit covered his ears, groaning in annoyance. “Jeez, think you could get any higher?” Y/N scooted backwards, feeling trapped by the rabbit. Her terrified eyes locked with his. Feeling her heart pounding, Y/N shook like a scared puppy.

“S-so…the ru-rumors are tra-true!” She gasped for air, feeling her back press against the wall. Springtrap looked at the woman with a guilty look. He didn’t think he would scare her THIS much. “No, hun. They are not true.” The rabbit shook his head as he crouched down, which only made Y/N press against the wall more.

“What do you mean?! Aren’t you the possessed bunny?!” Springtrap nearly laughed at Y/N’s question. “Possessed? No, hun. I ain’t possessed.” Y/N raised her eyebrow, feeling incredibly confused. “Then…what are you?” Springtrap folded his arms over his chest. “I am a biomechanical rabbit. Half organic, half machine. I was actually born in a lab, along with every attraction created by the Fazbear company!”

Y/N tilted her head. She had heard of this new type of engineering since it had stirred up some controversy. Yet, she was skeptical that this was the result of said engineering. “Don’t believe me?” Springtrap chuckled, seeing the skepticism on her face. He then outstretched his arm, which made Y/N jump a bit. “Here, check for my pulse. A possessed robot cannot have a pulse.

Y/N timidly placed her hand on Springtrap’s wrist. Placing her thumb where his veins would be, she actually felt a pulse. It was faint, but it was there. “Woah…” Y/N whispered in an astonished voice. Springtrap chuckled softly at the woman’s wonder. “Cool, huh?” Y/N nodded shyly. “Yeah. It kinda is.” She then looked up at the large rabbit, feeling a small sense of guilt. “Sorry….”

Springtrap chuckled slightly and scratched the back of his neck. “No worries, hun. Frankly, you had every right to be scared.” The large rabbit sighed. “I can only imagine what it must’ve been like to work here.” Y/N sighed as well, feeling a bit more relaxed. “I’m just an anxious person, really. Doesn’t help that I don’t get much sleep.”

The large rabbit raised a worried eyebrow. “You haven’t? Why not?” Y/N shrugged as she brought her knees to her chest. “I usually have a hard time falling asleep. Not to mention that I work night shifts.” Springtrap nodded, growling in annoyance. “I keep telling the managers that we don’t need to burden humans by making them night guards. The other animatronics and I can defend our establishments easily.”

Y/N nodded in agreement. Judging by the size of the rabbit, he could probably protect this place from intruders easily. She could feel her eyelids grow heavy again and rubbed her eyes. “Crap…” Y/N spoke in a soft, slow voice. Springtrap knew that the poor woman needed some sleep, so he knew of a way to help her.

“Here. I can help ya sleep.” Springtrap spoke in a soft voice as he got closer to her. Y/N shook her head as she yawned. “No. I can’t sleep on the job.” The rabbit chuckled as he placed a hand on her shoulder. “Hun, all the managers care about is that nothing gets stolen. I can prevent that. You just need to sleep.”

Y/N thought about it for a moment before signing. “Sure…What are you going to do?” Springtrap now had both of his hands on both of her shoulders. “I’ll take you to a warm place. Just try not to move, okay?” Before Y/N could object, Springtrap’s maw lowered over her head, covering her in sweet-smelling saliva.

“Wait! S-Stop!” Fear filled her heart once more as she struggled against the soft, yet tight muscles. The rabbit continued to gently push her body into his gullet. He was gentle with her as he swallowed her down. Despite this, Y/N struggled against him, failing miserably to get out of this situation.

Springtrap felt guilt creep up on him, knowing that the scared woman was actually safe. He heard her muffled yelps through the soft flesh. With one last gulp, Springtrap sent the woman into his stomach.

Y/N looked around the dark, warm space she found herself in. It was slightly tight in there. Not too much of course, but enough to spike her anxiety. She banged against the soft, slippery walls. “Let me out! Please!” Y/N cried out, her voice sounding muffled to the rabbit.

Springtrap’s ears slicked back as he watched his stomach jostle about. Understanding why she was scared, Springtrap sat in the office chair and rubbed his enlarged belly. “Shh, it’s alright, hun. You’re safe.” Y/N heard the rabbit’s muffled voice from the inside, shaking her head in disbelief. “Safe?! How am I safe?! You ate me!” Tears streamed down her face as she curled up in the organ. “I don’t wanna be digested.”

The rabbit felt his heart break as he heard the woman’s words. He gently rubbed his belly with a gentle tenderness. “You’re not going to be digested.” He heard the woman whimper softly. “You’re…not?” Y/N spoke softly, shivering in fear. “Oh god no.” Springtrap shook his head. He couldn’t fathom the idea of digesting someone. “No. You’re safe in there, hun. Trust me.”

Y/N let herself calm down enough to truly take in her surroundings. Warmth radiated from the organ as it moved up and down, syncing with Springtrap’s breathing. It gurgled and groaned ever so softly and the sound of Springtrap’s pulse was much more pronounced in here. She could feel the rabbit rubbing his belly, which oddly brought a sense of comfort to her. Y/N sighed as she snuggled up against the walls of the organ. “It’s warm in here….”

“It is, isn’t it?” Springtrap chuckled as he patted his tummy. “Are you comfy in there?” Y/N nodded as she felt her eyelids grow heavy again. “Yeah…I am…” Her breathing slowed as she felt sleep creep up on her. The rabbit could tell that the woman in his belly was falling asleep.

“Rest now, hun. I’ll take it from here.” He said to encourage her. This worked as only a few seconds later, he heard soft snoring coming from his tummy. Springtrap sighed and rubbed his belly as he rolled the chair over to the cameras, keeping his promise. “Jeez…” He chuckled lightly. “Does she know she can turn the brightness up on these?”

Hope ya enjoyed it! I want to make a proper apology to everyone who has requested a fanfic. I’ve been really busy and struggling with home issues and depression. I’m going to try to clear my inbox the best I can. Hopefully, I haven’t gotten rusty!

[paceypeternathanslawyer]

I'm halfway through 4x02 of Outer Banks and I truly can't see how Topper gets redeemed like so many people say... but the real truth is that no matters what happens he will never be redeemed in my eyes. Topper is an irredeemable, abusive, controlling, psychopath and nothing he does will make me forgive him. Honestly I can't imagine Topper ever admitting he's been wrong or to blame for anything.

I mean here's a dude who beat up John B and nearly drowned him and the only reason he stopped short of killing John B was because JJ put his gun against Topper's head (BTW this was before Sarah cheated on Topper with John B. Important note cause you can't make the argument that he was justified. Not that this would be justified regardless but I just think it's needs to be noted). Did John B press charges? He should have but no. John B probably felt like no one would believe a practically homeless teen on the wrong side of the tracks vs some rich dude with a lot of power plus he was running away from being taken by the DCS at that point. But regardless, that was psychotic behavior. And yet in season 3 when Sarah cheated on John B with Topper and John B punched Topper and then punched him like twice more when he was down... Topper tried to press charges against John B. Those whole episodes Topper acts like he's such a victim and John B is such a psycho for punching him when he was down when Topper fucking tried to drown John B. And then when Sarah and he reconcile, Topper spies on them and in a fit of rage burns down the house that John B, Sarah, and their friends are in. Like let's not forget who started this war Topper!! And even in 4x02 which is like 8 episodes before the end of series, up to this point at least, Topper is still a pretentious jealous prick who can't admit that he's been wrong in the past.

Let's recap what Topper has done. Just of the things that come quickly to mind...

He got John B fired from his job

He nearly had sex with Sarah but then she pulled away and changed her mind, he acted all pissy and upset with her.

I believe he beat up Pope. Both he and Rafe did. Rafe was the one who took it way too far but I do seem to recall Topper took a part in the beating.

He pushed John B off of some sort of tree house that was high up in the air and John B was lucky to have survived

He horribly beat up and nearly drowned John B while also making horrible comments about how John B's father had drowned and asking if he wanted to be like his father.

In a fit of rage he burned a house that Sarah, John B, Pope, JJ, Cleo, and Kiara were in

He persecuted John B and contributed to trying to get him arrested for a murder he did not commit simply because he was jealous and angry at John B. There's no fucking way Topper would have cared otherwise. Certainly not to that extent.

He called Sarah a slut after she cheated on him in S1. Let the record show that John B never called Sarah a slut even after being betrayed by her in S3.

Just because he's saved Sarah a few times doesn't make him a good person. Of course he's saved Sarah, he's fucking obsessed with her to a scary extreme that causes him to persecute and nearly kill people for so much as looking at her. I mean even the most evil people in history have people in their lives that they care enough or are obsessed with enough to save from death. And he tried to control and manipulate her. Even if he saves John B in the future it would be suspect to me cause the only way he would do that would be to get in Sarah's good graces. The only way I would believe that he changed is if he spent many many years improving himself. And that would mean him becoming more accepting of the pogues and also doing nice things that Sarah doesn't know about and wouldn't benefit his relationship with Sarah whatsoever. He needs to show that he has changed in every area of his life and for no other reason than to be a good person. He would need to apologize to John B, Pope, Sarah, and everyone else he has wronged. I need to believe that he feels true shame for his past actions. Sarah is scared of Topper that's why she wouldn't say that she was married to John B. It wasn't shame or a lack of dedication to John B. The girl is very much aware of the anger that is within Topper and she is scared of it.

On another note. It's so interesting to me the way an actor will do some massive mental gymnastics to try and act like their character is justified or a good person. Like I read somewhere that the actor who plays Topper said that Topper wasn't jealous of Sarah being with the pogues. He was just scared for her safety because the pogues live dangerous lives. BITCH!! You fucking nearly killed Sarah in a fire after seeing her about to have sex with John B so don't act like this is about her safety not jealousy. I think he needs to get all his senses in check and maybe stock up on some brain cells. Topper doesn't care about Sarah he's just a possessive son of a bitch who is determined to own her.

AGGGHHH I hate that guy's ugly face and even uglier personality. Mostly talking about the character here but I must admit the horribleness of that character has shaded how I look at that actor. I'm usually pretty good at separating the two but this is a hard one. I have a hard time when the actor refuses to fully admit that they play a villain. I can't look at Dacre Montgomery the same way because of how he tried to make excuses for Billy and said that Billy wasn't racist even though the Duffers confirmed that Billy was racist and it's also fucking obvious that he's a racist. All I ask is that actors have a modicum of self awareness and also a bit of integrity while playing these characters. This is like the dangerous kind of method acting where in extreme cases it makes people act horrible behind the scenes to their fellow actors or in this case people will get so into the head of their characters that they can't or refuse to see the bad in the characters. Method acting didn't used to be this bad.

Edit: BTW the problem isn't that Topper has been angry and jealous. The problem is how he reacts to his anger and how he stokes his anger. I mean if we take each event we can see how he reacted in a psychotic manner. For one, when he nearly drowned John B it was for no other reason except prejudice because he's a pogue. I can't remember what the exact instigation was but I know that it did not warrant that reaction. And also he seemed to take too much pleasure in trying to kill John B. I feel like even the most ardent Topper defender would admit that he acted psychotic there. And that prejudice has not changed. He still hates pogues simply because they are pogues. He's still pretentious and hateful. Secondly, after he finds out that Sarah cheated on him with John B, he pushed him off of the tall tree house. Again John B could have died. That was a gross overreaction. If he had punched John B on the ground it would have been some great drama and honestly he would have been justified but his anger took his actions too far. Thirdly, before he beat up Pope... poor Pope was just minding his own business doing his job and I think they were on some country club land or something and Topper and Rafe acted like he didn't belong there maybe cause they're racist or maybe just because he's a pogue but either way it's horrible and prejudice and then Rafe and Topper beat him up for no other reason then they are prejudice and psychotic. Fourthly, when he burns down John B's house, that is in episode 3x08 I believe, which shows that he is still psychotic many years after that last incidents. Again punching John B would have been fine but instead he nearly kills 6 people. And the way he showed no shame in his actions and even moved forward in his attempt to press charges against John B... it's beyond psychotic and hypocritical.

[themoodyestj]

Hello, my beloved.

today i bring you a list of stuff you can try to not be so bitter and miserable all the time.

1. breath slowly, in and out, relax.

2. take a nap

3. eat a cookie

4. listen to some music

5. touch some grass

6. get laid ( if no one wants you, hands and a picture of Dee are valid too!)

7. hug your pet ( or a cactus if you don't have a pet)

8. practice acceptance (Dee is the Queen and you're never going to be her and Jensen is never going to fuck you)

9. find someone you actually like and admire, and fan over that person (not some guy you think is a mediocre actor and a pushover who can't stand for himself and needs idiots from the internet to defend him from his wife)

10. remember that i love you, and this is not hate, just constructive criticism because i want you to be better.

❤️ your secret admirer

Awww, my secret admirer again. :D Does that mean I'm getting flowers everyday now? So happy to see you, honey. Thanks for all the advice, I take them to heart. Although, sadly, I have to say I'm not as bitter or as miserable as you may want me to be. I do have a family, two cats and a dog, and a career. I do get laid quite often and im a fierce advocate of lone intimacy. Super healthy, I do it all. But also, I have an opinion. One that ruffles many many feathers, but in case you didnt notice, I don't quite care. But hey, if it feeds your delusion that all people who disagree with you are sad and lonely, by all means, stick to it. We dont want you having a psychotic breakdown, do we? Lets try to avoid that at all costs. I gotta say, number 8 sent me. We don't all have the same aspirations in life. Perhaps you'd like to sleep with Jensen (cause honey, the projection is strong here) and you use Dee as a heavy self insert, but I honestly dont want to. It is perfectly ok to like someone (and at the same time critique someone) and not want to sleep with them. I know, mindblowing, right? Such a complex concept, Im sure you find it hard to grasp. But just because its hard for you to understand, it doesnt make it less real. I bet a lot is really hard for you to understand, so...

Danneel being a queen? Of what exactly? Honey, I don't want to be her, I wanna be me. Should i aspire to be someone, it would be a woman who in fact has a flourishing career, and not someone whose assets are basically marrying someone. I'd aspire to be someone with talent, inteligence, gumption. Not someone who still rides on the small parts she played in the past because she knows there isnt much really going on for her. Someone who overpriced her pictures at Wales Con expecting to have a great reception only to find a very small line for her and feeling desperate enough to take pics with her kids insteadto feel relevant. You know, Id actually be less critic of her if she was more honest about herself. If she wasnt so fast to take jabs at her own husband when she herself has very little to offer. But hey, if thats your Queen... By all means. She definitely isnt mine. I dont think Jensen is mediocre. I think he let himself go a little. I think he was happier in SPN days and I miss that light, to be honest. Maybe ill see him improve in his next projects and ill be the first to applaud him for that (and ill post about it too, so stay tuned). As of lately... Ive seen a man who plans a concert with no AC, struggling to sing, I see a man who's tense next to his wife, I see a man who seems to be self medicating to cope and that worries me. I do hope he improves, I wish him no harm. But of course this doesnt help your delulu, so i know your brain will totally ommit what i just wrote. Ok, this is all the attention youre getting now. Im starting to think you do actually love me, cause this was fun! You delulus never fail in giving me a good hearted laugh! See you soon, secret admirer!

[ikamigami]

I'm 100% sure that this is my fault..

He wouldn't have to make any statements if it wasn't because of me..

And my only fucking excuse is that I had psychotic episode..

Which also might be just made up by me..

How pathetic..

I shouldn't be here..

The voices are right..

I know that I should do that..

But I can't because of those who cares..

Everyone keeps suffering because of me..

How much awful can I be?

How long it'll take till another bad thing happen because of me?

How long till I'll ruin everything once again?

I shouldn't even write this..

I shouldn't share anything with anyone..

No one should be friends with me..

Because I'll either hurt them or they'll be constantly worried about me..

The voices are right.. I know they are..

My existence is disgusting..

I wish I was truly more like a character I claim that I relate to..

Because then I wouldn't be as useless as I am..

I'm completely worthless..

Unlike the character I claim that I relate to..

Everyone is right about me..

I'm selfish coward who only seeks attention..

I'm sorry.. HA ..... it sounds so empty without any improvement and sincerety..

[writeyouin]

Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X Male-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 7

Chapter 7 - A Day With Alastor

A/N – Well, it took a while but I finally felt up to writing a bit. There’s still a lot of sadness at home right now, but I’ll try to keep writing.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

TAG LIST: @lxkeee @moonieper @sle3pyh3ad2 @gomib0 @mixplara @ica1 @loser-monologue @blackbeautyiloveyouso @equkki @literalzxmbie

FEMALE VERSION HERE

GN / NB VERSION HERE

You woke up in Angel’s bed. The previous night, you two had laughed, danced, ordered pizza and stayed tucked away in the safe haven of his bedroom. In that time, Angel had been reminded of how much his life had improved recently, and how precious his new friends were, and you had allowed yourself to relax, once again reverting to your previous human appearance. Yet, after revealing how you had died twice in a night, the change to look human felt more like a choice rather than the repression of painful emotions; you still had no love for your Demonic appearance, but you felt it wouldn’t be so terrible if it was seen among friends, or if you wanted a break from the low thrum of energy it took to keep your human façade in place.

You groaned tiredly as you pushed yourself up, never having been a morning person, and upon looking through the slats of the shaded window, you saw that it was very early indeed.

Angel had already left, and you made a mental note to call him in the evening when you knew he would be done with work. Despite the fun respite the two of you had shared, Angel would undoubtedly have a terrible day as Valentino’s plaything.

Stretching, you got up and headed downstairs for breakfast, surprised when you didn’t see anyone at the breakfast bar. Technically, the breakfast bar was just the regular bar, but since Husk typically spent his mornings sleeping in, everyone had adopted it as the breakfast bar and so there were always boxes of cereal on it until noon.

Thinking about it, you realised that since Charlie and Vaggie weren’t there to greet you, Angel Dust had likely talked them through the previous night and reassured them that everything was going to be okay. It had undoubtedly been a tearful reunion for Charlie. Angel Dust would have laughed and played it off like it was nothing, though he would have secretly been touched that Charlie cared enough to cry over someone like him, and Vaggie would have been left to care for Charlie and steer her in the direction of her daily duties.

Absently, you reached for a box and began pouring yourself a bowl of Glutton-O’s. There was a thunk in the bowl as a dead cockroach pinned to a cheap ring of plastic fell into it. You hummed at Nifty’s idea of a breakfast prize, though you didn’t scoff at it. Instead, you opted to wear it, just in case the psychotic little maid was around. If she was, you would make her happy, and if she wasn’t, you could always throw it away when you were far from the Hotel.

Despite claiming the prize, you opted not to eat the tainted cereal, getting up to leave instead.

“Ah, (Y/N), good morning,” Alastor greeted you energetically as if he had only just spotted you when in reality he had been waiting patiently for you to awaken and head downstairs.

“Morning Alastor,” You replied warmly, used to his sudden appearances.

“I didn’t know you were back in our wonderful home. Tell me, was it trouble in Paradise with Lucifer?” His head lurched to the side and his grin became more malicious as he mentioned his rival’s name, though he was back to his default expression a moment later when you replied.

“Christ on a stick, Al. You make it sound like we’re a couple or something.” You shook your head, chuckling, “No, everything’s fine between me and Charlie’s dad. I just came over to visit last night. I’ll be going soon though.”

“Going? Oh my. Well, I can’t let you go without first ensuring you’ve had an enchanting day out. How would you feel about joining me on my morning constitutional?”

You smiled and got up, straightening your crumpled clothes. “Sure, I could do with a walk.”

“Wonderful!” Alastor stamped his cane to the floor, and your outfit transformed into one more fitting for a trip to Cannibal Town.

“Oh,” You hummed, glancing down at the new outfit. You weren’t offended; Alastor liked his travelling companions to look their best and to be honest, you had needed a fresh change of clothes. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, my dear,” He replied brightly.

Then, Alastor offered you his arm, a rare gesture seeing as he didn’t liked to be touched, and after escorting you out of the hotel, the two of you separated, walking side by side.

You had been to Cannibal Town only twice in the past. The first time was because that was where you arrived upon your death. The second time, you were running from the carnage caused by some loan sharks wherein you had been caught in the crossfire. At the time, you had been dressed so poorly that the inhabitants of the elegant town had chased you to the border, trying to take a bite out of you.

Since then, you hadn’t been back. However, seeing as Alastor was escorting you and since you were now dressed to match the high standards Cannibal Town held, you felt safe in going there.

All those who passed by you and Alastor stopped to bow or tip their hats in due reverence to the Overlord.

“So…” You started, “Is this your territory?”

Alastor threw back his head and laughed, “Ha-ha-ha, my territory? No, no. This wonderful patch of Hell belongs to my good friend, Rosie. Now there’s a fine Lady, if you’ve ever met one.” He hummed happily, “Indeed, they don’t make them like her anymore. I’d introduce the two of you, but I have it on good authority that she is currently away attending business.”

With that, Alastor led you to some of the finer boutiques of the Town. He snapped his fingers and the attendees rushed to his side, crowding him, and pushing you out somewhat. You shrugged your shoulders and began looking around at the many wonderful clothes surrounding you.

You had seen old films wherein boutiques like this once existed, with attendants and fine boxes tied with perfectly curled ribbons. Until now, they had seemed to be a thing of the past, but one good thing about Hell was that the past was all around you, and should you want a taste of something more modern, you could always catch up with a bit of Vox-tech, ensuring the best of both worlds.

You heard the sharp static screech that meant Alastor was offended and turned to find him gesturing at you.

The salespeople who previously crowded him were suddenly surrounding you.

“Alastor, what’s going on?” You asked uncertainly.

“Well, my darling,” He grinned devilishly, “Call this my treat. It’s rare that I have someone travel with me so willingly and I do find it ever so nice to have a passion project these days. So, these fine people are ready to bow to your every whim. Clothes, pearls, a bottle of the finest Champagne, you name it and they will bring it to you. In fact-” Alastor clapped his hands lightly and suddenly a tiny imp rushed to his side, struggling under the weight of the ice bucket he held above his head.

Alastor waited as another hired imp hurried over to pour two flutes of Brut Imperial Moet & Chandon Champagne, handing one glass to Alastor and forcing the other into your hand.

Alastor took a sip and smacked his lips together, eliciting a satisfied sigh, “Ah, 1911, a fine vintage. So, a new wardrobe then?”

“Oh, Alastor, I- I couldn’t,” You said sheepishly as a Cannibal Tailor began taking your measurements, holding a tape measure against your leg.

You tried to walk back to Alastor but were restrained when the tailor hooked the tape around your waist.

“Nonsense, I insist.” Alastor chuckled.

“No, really. I didn’t come here to get anything from you.”

“Exactly! You don’t want anything from me, and that’s precisely why you shall have everything. I do ever so enjoy gifting my friends, especially those humble enough to try and deny me my eccentricities.”

You tried to argue further, but it quickly became an exercise in futility. No matter what happened, you would not be able to convince Alastor to change his mind. So, you gave in, and in doing so, you ended up having one of the best days of your afterlife.

That day, you felt like you were a part of a movie montage. You were rushed about into changing rooms to try on several outfits tailored to you, your face was peppered with makeup, attendants were constantly by your side, gushing over you and offering mimosas or whatever else your heart desired (though, you avoided the finger sandwiches filled with actual human fingers, or any other food, seeing as you were afraid of what might be in it.)

Overall, you knew that this kind of attention would be too much if you were constantly plied with it, but for a short while, it was fun, and you were happy to let yourself be spoiled.

Finally, Alastor decided he had given you enough and offered to take you out for afternoon tea, which you happily agreed to as long as there were some non-cannibal options.

Alastor rested a hand over his heart as if offended, “Oh, you non-cannibals don’t know the kind of flavours you are missing, but if you insist, I promise to take you to one of the tamer venues in town.”

He waved the attendants away, leaving your new belongings to a Demon who would have them transported directly into your room.

When the two of you sat down outside of the Insani-Tea tea house that overlooked the pavilion in the central plaza, Alastor sighed contentedly. He picked up his cup and swirled it around airily, taking a look at the scenery as he changed the topic from the previous ones about the hotel, “This has been quite a lovely day if I do say so myself.”

You smiled happily, resting your hands around your tea cup and relishing the gentle warmth, “It has. Thank you, Alastor. I needed a nice day like this.”

“Hm? So, life with our all-powerful Satan hasn’t been all you imagined.”

You chuckled as Alastor caught your eye, “Well, it was all Charlie’s idea, and you know what she’s like when she gets a thought into her head.”

“Indeed. A very determined young lady.”

“That’s one way of putting it.”

“You’re not happy, then?”

You took a moment to contemplate the question, “Honestly? I think I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in a very long time. It’s… hard sometimes to be in such a new place when I felt so at home in the hotel, but I think that Charlie might be on the right track when it comes to Lucifer.

Granted, her methods are… Well, she’s a real ballbuster when it comes to her ideals on friendship and the like, but I think that if her father could see what she’s trying to do and make a connection with people like us then he would see that Hell isn’t just one big punishment and that he and his family did manage to build something sort of good here.”

At the mention of Sinners as a Collective, Alastor’s grin became darker and more sinister in nature, as if he didn’t approve of your placement of him and the other Sinners on the same level, though, distracted as you were, you missed his disapproval and sense of superiority. He however didn’t miss the way your smile softened when you mentioned Lucifer’s success.

It wasn’t love. Of that, Alastor was certain, but if he nudged you in the right direction, you could probably fall for that blonde idiot, and if that happened, and if Lucifer somehow also found feelings for you, Alastor could use you to manipulate Lucifer.

Like all of Alastor’s plans, this would take time and a lot of work, but the reward would be great. With time, he would be the new ruler of Hell, and that was a day he sorely looked forward to.

“Well, I’m glad to hear that our darling Charlie was right in her hunch,” He said genially. “You should continue to work with Lucifer. I’m sure it would be beneficial for everyone.”

 “We’ll see,” You agreed, taking a sip of your tea.

Lucifer paced back and forth in the Pride Parlor where you usually spent your afternoons. Where were you? You had been missing all day.

He folded his arms tightly against his chest as he paced. Had he upset you the night before? What was he thinking? Of course he had! You had told him how you died, and now… Now, what? Had you run away? Should he call Charlie?

Lucifer didn’t know what to do. He didn’t own you, and while you had claimed him as your friend, he had never reciprocated in kind.

The sound of the door opening caught Lucifer’s attention and he looked up hopefully, but it was only Spick closely followed by Span, each of the snakes holding feather dusters and getting to work cleaning the room. Lucifer watched as Span dusted the fireplace mantle, his eyes travelling upward to a portrait of him and Lilith together; it was one of the earlier pieces he had commissioned from an awful Sinner, Salvador Dali; the artist’s punishment for selling his soul to an Overlord had been that whenever he was commissioned, he wasn’t allowed to paint his beloved surrealism art and could instead only paint portraits.

In the painting, Lucifer was staring intently at Lilith, admiring her for everything she was or ever would be since her potential was limitless to him. She however was looking straight ahead, a demure smile upon her face.

When Lucifer thought of you, he couldn’t help also thinking of Lilith. Granted, you and he were only friends, but Lilith had also disappeared and now she had been missing for seven lonely years. Lucifer would hate to think that he had driven the only other person to live with him since then away too.

Anxiously, he twisted his wedding ring from side to side, feeling more miserable than ever.

“Hey boys,” Your cheery voice greeted as you entered the parlour.

Lucifer spun around to find you eagerly smushing Spick and Span’s faces like they were puppies or something equally as pettable.

“(Y/N)… You’re back,” He murmured quietly.

Mistaking his quietness for indifference towards you, you wilted somewhat, “Yeah, but I can uh- I can leave again if that’s what you want.”

“What I want?” Lucifer repeated listlessly. He held up his hand as if he was going to touch you, but let it drop again, “I’m… I’m going to my workshop.”

You nodded, your brows furrowing at the strange exchange, “Okay, I’ll- I’ll be in my room.”

Lucifer passed by you to leave the parlour first, then he seemed to change his mind, if only for a moment.

“It’s good to have you back,” He said softly before heading out.

You smiled to yourself, relieved. “It’s good to be back.”

You thought that Lucifer hadn’t heard you, yet as he walked to his workshop, a small smile reached his lips; it had been a long time since he’d considered anyone new to be a friend.

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Massage Therapy

Massage therapy is not just an indulgent experience, but it can radically change one's body and mind. The purpose of this article is to emphasize the powerful effect of massage as a type of treatment on the individual's health. Anyone in anybody’s shoes can benefit from such a therapy whether it is in the case of reduced stress, alleviation of pain, extension of muscles, or maximization of sleep patterns.

Massage therapy has been there as early as man’s existence and it has modified into versatile techniques and styles to suit different purposes. The secret of its success is the expert hands delighted in the knead of the muscles and soft tissues, thereby increasing blood circulation, elevating the levels of endorphins, and enhancing recovery.

With this case in mind, adding this therapy to one’s health care Einstein instinct is bound to yield greater outcomes. Such patients suffering from the chronic conditions such as arthritis are able to find relief through regular appointments with a massage therapist. When done properly, it lowers stress levels, increases the quality of sleep, improves clarity of thought and also assists the body to get rid of toxins.

This will include a close look at massage therapy as practiced and the specific employable suggestions to improve efficacy of the procedure. Let us buckle and cruise in the endeavor of making massage therapy as effective as it is supposed to be.

It is recognized, rightly, that massage therapy relieves not only physical stress but also social pressure and other non visible suppression. Said comfort can be achieved in the deft and soothing able hands of the therapist who can make one lose touch with the usual, unrestrained demand and stress that life brings.

Extreme care enough argues the case of tensed soft tissue. Excitation of soft tissue applies help in the marketing through a massage therapy. The feedback between the finger and the muscle promotes the bio synthesis of Endorphin, which acts as an anti-psychotic agent. Hence, this makes you come along a nice deep comfort enveloping, quietness.

Physical and mental stresses do not need to be present always in the life of an individual. Following an academic, clinical and biological point of view, one could sustain that chronic strain becomes an essential factor for a number of health imbalances such as hypertension and renal disorder and many more.

Massage gives one the rare chance of melting off the daily anxieties of life and concentrating on one’s health. When such a technique is adopted into people’s life patterns, the degree of stress is brought down to a minimum and concord between levels of activity is achieved with the self.

There are different machines available in market. These machines can be used for massage at home. Explore different massage machines here. LYKWOW massaging products. All these massage machines come with warranty.

In order to make the most out of massage therapy in terms of the amount of stress you are able to release, an understanding with the therapist should be developed. It is most important however to indicate where the tension and pain is, how hard one wants the massage, and where the pressure should be placed.

Hydration is also necessary before and after having a massage. Taking water after massage helps to remove toxins which, in a normal circumstance, would be deposited into the body systems and maintains hydration balance of the muscles.

Include massage therapy in your self-care practices, and notice what levels of stress reduction and good wellbeing it can add to your life.

The effectiveness of massage therapy in the management of pain and in the treatment of chronic pain and sports injuries is well documented. They do this by looking for sore muscles and connective tissues or trigger points, and the causative pain is taken away.

One of the primary ways massage therapy aids in pain relief is through the release of endorphins, the active ingredients in the body. Whenever you engage in muscle therapy or trigger point therapy the substance endorphin comes up and this psychologically results in calmness and eases pain.

Chronic pain is one of such conditions which surprise many people, but massage therapy can help cope with it. They are there to ease the tension of target muscles and reduce inflammation thus pain levels decrease gradually. In addition, improper blood circulation to the solution reduces muscle tension and stiffness while massage therapy helps in the nourishment of the tissues.

Massage therapy is one of the most sought out forms of therapy by individuals who have suffered a sports injury. Be it a pulled muscle, torn ligament or joint pain masage therapy is beneficial in more than one way when it comes to rehabilitation. As the specific area is worked upon and deep pressure massage is used, the therapists are able to enhance the tissue healing process, reduce the range of motion loss and relieve the pain which comes with the sports injury.

It is important to emphasize that your massage therapist can even enhance such a massage technique to suit your individual needs and preferences. Your preferred technique, be it deep tissue massage or a more relaxing Swedish massage important to stress your expectations and discuss the pain levels for the perfect combination in the healing process during one session.

In fact, massage therapy can offer such relief whether one suffers from chronic pain or is recovering from a sports injury hence feels that this type of therapy should be included in one's course of healing.

Don't forget to drink water before and after the session to aid in detoxification and flushing out toxins caused by massage.

If you select the right types of massage therapist, and make them a routine, the healing effects of this type of treatment can be felt for a long time and pain alleviated.

[confiscatedpeaches]

This might be too much, but are you familiar with the NSFW alphabet? I’d love to see your take on that with William~

Oooh, I love a good challenge.

A = Aftercare Surprisingly good at this, you'd think for a psychotic child murderer he'd be fairly bad at aftercare. Not the case, he is super kind, making sure you drink water and making sure you're okay and you know that he loves you after a rough scene.

B = Body part On himself: his eyes. He likes their unique blue-grey color and loves how his eyes alone he can melt you into a puddle of horny goo. On others: Breasts. He loves to watch them bounce when his partner is on top. Plus they're soft, squishy, and ready to be cummed on.

C = Cum Absolutely loves to cum inside you. He flat-out refuses to masturbate on his own because he feels the cum would be wasted otherwise. It has to go in you or on you, nothing else is possible.

D = Dirty secret He has a thing for much younger women. Not that he'd like to take advantage of them, more so that he wants to pamper and care for them. Big daddy kink.

E = Experience Decently experienced. Not a complete manwhore (no shame to complete manwhores), but definitely knows his way around the BDSM kink scene.

F = Favorite position Classic missionary. If it ain't broke, don't fix it. He loves slapping into you while holding tightly onto you. He loves being able to look deep into your eyes as you fully submit to him and cum. Also a big fan of oral, both giving and receiving.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) He can be both honestly. Sometimes he's in a wacky silly weirdo mood. He can be very playful with y/n, but sometimes he's there to dominate and make you submit.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) He could see some improvement in this department. The man is from the 70s, so he's no stranger to pubic hair.

I = Intimacy He definitely knows how to set the mood. He understands that it might take some time before you both actually go at it. Loves calling you pet names, "love" "doll" "darling" "lovey" "sweetheart" etc.

J = Jack off Really enjoys masturbating in front of you. Especially if he gets to cum on you or inside you. He likes it when y/n sits with their mouth open, ready to receive his load.

K = Kink Breeding kink, there's a reason he ended up with three kids. Also massive daddy kink, see: D = Dirty secret.

L = Location Man's classic. He prefers doing it with you on a towel on the bed, but honestly he'll do you anywhere he can if you get him horny enough.

M = Motivation Very into mind games and powerplay. Likes to be worshipped and seeks complete and utter devotion to him.

N = No No scat or piss play. Not a big foot guy either.

O = Oral Not the best at giving, but he tries. Loves receiving. He especially loves it when y/n strokes his cock while sucking on the tip.

P = Pace He will try to be slow if that's what y/n wants, but he struggles against his animalistic urge to fuck their brains out. Prefers a faster / more intense pace.

Q = Quickie He tries to last as long as he can, as he'd prefer it when the reader cums as well. But he definitely wouldn't turn down a quickie, especially if it involves taking care of his morning wood.

R = Risk Definitely down to experiment. Very open-minded about sex for his age. He will always discuss new kinks / ideas thoroughly before trying them, just to make sure y/n is comfortable.

S = Stamina He'll go for one round, rest, and then do another, but 2 is his limit.

T = Toys He prefers his hand for himself, but doesn't mind if reader has a ton of toys. He enjoys using them on y/n. If he came too quick, he'll use a toy until the reader orgasms (sometimes multiple times!)

U = Unfair Loves, loves, LOVES to tease. Bullying is his love language. He loves a quite a bit of banter. Prefers a back and forth dialogue with y/n. He enjoys being teased back, but has to pretend he hates it. Definite brat lover.

V = Volume Medium loud, but usually quiet. He'll make little grunts and deep animalistic moans. He likes to talk during sex, it turns him on.

W = Wild card He knows y/n is easily turned on by his voice. Leaning close into the reader's ear he'll whisper filthy little things. Things such as:

A drawn out "Good girl/boy/little one"

"God, you take me so well love."

"You were made to be fucked by me"

"I'm going to mold you to my body."

"Such a good little bunny for me, just like that.. yess..."

X = X-ray He has scars covering his entire body from the springlocks. He secretly thinks this makes him hotter (it does). His cock is slightly bigger than average when erect, but not unreasonably so.

Y = Yearning This man can get into such a horny mood so easily. He's obsessive over y/n and would gladly make love to them any chance he gets. This boy can be such a horndog.

Z = Zzz At night he passes out very quickly after aftercare. Dude goes out like a god damned light. During the day he needs a short break afterwards, but then he's right as rain.