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feathersandblue · 27 days ago

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So, full disclosure, I haven't been a Solas fan before.

I am now.

And that's because of Veilguard and the many, many ways in which I felt let down by this game.

The aspect that bothers me most is the reduction of nuance and complexity.

Rook's hero's cakewalk (because “journey” really isn't the right word) is a ready-made path that offers no deviation at all and never challenges the player in any meaningful way.

Sure, you can spend some time pondering the pros and cons of saving Treviso or Minrathous. Ultimately, it makes no difference. Rook does their best, they just can’t be in two places at once.

Same with the companion character arcs. What does it mean if you decide to you turn Emmrich into a lich? For the most part, it's idle musing. Indulgence. He’ll be happy either way, there are no real stakes. Yeah, your actions do have consequences, just not the sort of consequences that make a substantial difference. It’s the illusion of choice – reduced to cosmetics.

The problems with decisions that cost nothing is that they don’t feel like an accomplishment. They also don’t allow for character growth. Rook doesn’t change, they remain static. Even the section in the Fade where Rooks faces their regrets is easy and comparatively lightweight. Varric was killed by Solas, Harding resp. Davrin died in combat and either Bellara or Neve was abducted by Elgar’nan. It’s not like Rook’s decisions actually caused these events, it’s not like Rook actually failed through a choice they had to make that turned out to be the wrong one. Everyone was there willingly and volunteered to fight the good fight. Rook’s regrets are not about real guilt, they are about feeling sad and guilty. And that – it needs to be said – is not the same thing. At all.

At the same time, the story carefully avoids any kind of true ethical dilemma.

It's not even about the lack of mean or edgy dialogue options; that’s just a symptom. The cause is the writers’ unwillingness to let realism intrude in Rook’s fairytale – the lack of anything that would require Rook to compromise on morals, or fight temptation. Rook is never faced with any sort of moral conundrum, or allowed to act out any kind of vice that realistic characters have. In its straight-path simplicity, Rook's story is apparently written for children and people who remain child-like in their yearning for simple, uncontested truths.

Of all the sorts of conflicts that a story can offer, Veilguard carefully avoids the most realistic and (in my opinion) interesting ones: Character vs. self and character vs. society, aka, politics. The game firmly refuses to go there. To the point where it creates a completely unrealistic consensus on all sides that eliminates yet another sort of conflict: character vs. character.

If Rook and their companions would talk politics, they’d all be on the exact same side. In a two party state, they’d all cast the same vote.

I am sure that there are many players who feel comforted and reassured by that fact, who sincerely believe that this is how stories should be written. That stories should reflect the world not as it is but as they think it should be. But for everyone who likes their stories a little more realistic, that lack of meaningful interpersonal conflict, that lack of real diversity which comes not from appearance but from different cultures and opposing viewpoints amounts to a frankly cringe-worthy, artificial and juvenile surface-level interaction between characters. Or, to phrase it differently: the diversity remains skin-deep and doesn’t extend to the philosophical, and even in the few instances where it does, it shies away from the political.

Which means that the only conflicts that remain are the most boring and stereotypical ones: character vs. monsters resp. the supernatural, where all foes are evil in the blandest way (Supremacist Venatori! Fascist renegade qunari! Power-hungry necromancers!). These conflicts are resolved through exploring maps and endless, repetitive combat.

The only thing that brings a bit of nuance to the game is Solas’s story. And there is an element of character vs. character in Rook’s and Solas’s relationship, but the sad truth is that what could have been a fascinating mirrored character journey falls flat for all the reasons already explained – because where Solas is a character as layered and controversial as it gets, Rook is anything but.

Solas’s story shows how even people with the best intentions and the greatest integrity are ultimately broken by what life throws at them, both by the decisions that are forced upon them and the choices they make on their own. It shows how a prolonged war is always a sunk cost fallacy: I’ve gone this far, if I stop now, it was all for nothing.

Rook’s victories, on the other hand, come without a cost – both in terms of moral corruption and in accountability. The guilt Solas bears is real. The fight against the titans, followed by his war against the Evanuris, requires compromising his own morals, one day at a time, one century after another, he’s trying to save the world yet doomed to fail. Sacrificing the spirits to win a battle after the war has gone this far? Every single war leader around the globe would make the same decision. In fact, all of them do: They do sacrifice the lives of others if it will help them win, they do send soldies into the trenches to die, whether these soldiers want to or not, and they are rarely, if ever, truthful about the reasons why.

In a certain way, the story of the spirit of wisdom turned flesh is reminiscent of the biblical Fall of Man: the original sin. Solas has fallen, and he’s broken. In trying to heal the world, he’s trying to heal himself. The burden is too heavy, the responsibility to great, the knowledge that he is responsible for all of it too devastating. Solas’s greatest conflict is character vs. self. It has the potential to be great. In a way, it is. It’s the single redeeming quality that, depending on your interpretation of what went on behind the scenes, the writers managed to salvage from the original concept of Dreadwolf or the lone pillar that withstood all their attempts to bring it down.

Only sadly, infuriatingly, in the end, that fallen hero’s ending is put into the hands of a protagonist who judges him from the perspective of someone who has never even stumbled – not because they are wiser, braver, or kinder. No, just because the writers were gracious – or cowardly? – enough to never let them fail.

The game gives Rook a moral high ground which isn’t earned in the slightest because Rook never had to walk even a quarter of a mile in Solas’s shoes. They don’t know what they would have done in his stead, they have no idea what it actually means to see the sorry shape the world is in and know that it was your hands that shaped it. And even where Rook might actually be culpable – the interruption of Solas’s ritual that freed the remaining Evanuris – anyone is quick to assure Rook that it wasn’t their fault.

Whatever regrets Rook carries, they’re born from self-doubt and trauma response. Survivor’s guilt, mostly. When compared to Solas’s immense guilt, Rook’s regrets are, for lack of a better term, insignificant. That Rook manages to face them doesn’t mean that they are more truthful or emotionally mature, it just means that Rook’s story is a tale for children and Solas’s is not.

It’s not that I’m necessarily opposed to the idea that the player decides Solas’s fate through their actions. It’s the injustice of it all that bothers me: The player is led through a game that provides a safe space for their character, one that is devoid of any interpersonal conflict and any ethical quandary. Rooks succeeds through kindness and heroism and taking their companions on team bonding exercises.

As if Solas could have won the war against the Evanuris if he’d taken the time to take his companions on coffee dates.

The juxtaposition – Rook vs. Solas – fails, simply because of this deep divide. Rook’s story is detached from reality and yet Rook gets to be Solas’s judge, jury, and executioner. On what grounds?

As I said, right in the beginning, I haven’t been a Solas fan before. But by the end of Veilguard, I was firmly, irrevocably, Team Solas, just because I was so annoyed that the narrative put Rook in a position of moral superiority. I detested my own character. Jesus, what a goody two-shoes! I was rooting for Solas simply because his story was so much more: a genuine tragedy, a study in complexity. Rook, on the other hand, remains bland, snotty, unchanged. Untried.

The thing is, I don’t believe that my reaction was one the writers had intended. I strongly feel that they didn’t mean for me to pick up on their double standard, that they expected me to walk away fully satisfied, convinced that Rook and The Team were the Good Guys because they went on picnics and petted the griffon, their final victory well-earned and just. If only Solas had had a Team and taken care of their emotional needs – he could have taken down the Evanuris with nary a scratch!

It’s all so very disingenuous.

Rook and, by extension, the player exist in a bubble of sanitized content. That is clearly deliberate. The player is meant to like it there. (In that sense, it’s only logical that they changed the title from Dreadwolf to Veilguard.) And clearly, it does resonate with a certain kind of their player base: mostly with people, I think, who would like their real life to be a bubble too and whose only experience with moral corruption is when they find it in others.

#solas #veilguard #dragon age #dragon age veilguard #datv #datv critical

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bugflies00 · 2 months ago

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i have so many thoughts about the tommy song/video and theyre a jumbled mess. i wouldnt call this an analysis this is just. most of my thoughts surrounding the video and what it shows about tommy

one of the things that stuck out to me (outside of how depressing and just like. is this guy okay) is something that ive always respected tommy for because he's always stuck with it and its his like. fervent conviction in people doing things theyre passionate about. thats always been one of the things he talks about all the time!!!

when AI started appearing he was talking about death of creativity, with the internet he's always talking about how the real tragedy is the algorithm killing people's passion by driving them with views and money, and even when he talks about youtube itself, and nowadays standup, its so full of passion.

and i think thats really important because it would be extremely easy for someone like tommy, who's in the process of maturing his online image from a very loud, immature and PASSIONATE persona, to make fun of it. it would be so easy to do like so many other creators and laugh at how "cringe" it was and make a quick cash/attention grab with a funny clip of him laughing at himself. but he never has. well don't get me wrong he's laughed at himself or old videos but it's always just. good natured taking the piss out of himself, it's never this like. mocking your younger self who was so excited to do what they did only because now its "cringe".

not only is he constantly giving that advice to other people (its been years of him replying, to any kid in his chat or donations asking advice on how to be a creator etc, "just go and do it if you love it!!"), he's coherent with how he applies it to himself. he realised he was making cash grab tiktok react vids and hated it so much he just stopped uploading for a while.

i dont know i just think there's something admirable about being able to still be sincere in a time where everything especially online has to be processed through a layer of irony. and its even funnier because he's more sincere THROUGH the irony i mean he's literally going into standup.

letting yourself create something that "means" something is fucking hard especially when half the internet still sees you as a kid who screams around. except the thing is that kid DID make stuff that mattered and that meant something because he was, in his own words, having fun.

i think thats what the format of the video was about too. i mean i think it was pretty clearly not a song thats meant to be streamed, its not purely music, its also a video because tommy is also first and foremost an editor who went to film college. its also not a "comedy" song like he's made some before, because those were all intentionally created to land as many jokes and make a big buzz— which doesnt mean they were bad! im philza is a contemporary lyrical masterpiece. but they had a specific purpose and it was to make people laugh and i think this video was completely like. opposite of what peoples expectations are of tommy. the "wow hes not a child anymore hes being mature🤓" reactions are the most obvious aspect of this (which, like, its been a while, get with the program).

i think the point of this was to make something that genuinely meant something but that was also like. as unpalatable to the algorithm and to the TommyInnit Viewer as possible. even now that he's gone into making quieter, more reflective videos, we've never had the flashing texts and the projector images and just all of that. hes always talking about how he hates the way the "youtube formula" has dictated the course of content and stolen all creativity for youtubers. its not meant to be a YouTube Video tm. its just meant to mean something to someone, and obviously process some sort of personal emotions, and i just think thats. yeah. yeah

i mean he even says so outright. "this needless, self indulgent spiral of self gratification" is pretty damn explicit. its not meant to be funny content its really a cry for help or for just. anything at all really

it was also a lot about perception, yknow the "entertainer" dilemma, "its all attention porn"... theres a layer of this point thats universal, everyone struggles with how they're perceived and i think any "artist" or "entertainer" figure can see themselves in it, but there's also a layer thats completely impermeable to most of us because it touches upon the sheer absurdity of a "youtuber". especially one of tommy's popularity. especially one who blew up so so fast so young. i honestly think its IMPOSSIBLE to process that. its about the ethics of having millions of people's time so readily available to you if you just press the right buttons to make the algorithm happy and then you've got them. im like 75% sure i remember him saying this on stream once, something like "your time is valuable" and if a fan didnt value him as an entertainer they should drop him.

and even here^ thats the saddest "lmao" ive seen in my life SORRY LOL but its really just. yeah im not gonna repeat myself it speaks for itself. perception and internet expectations and all that

one of the other images that stuck out to me was also this:

"yeah i know its too much like bo burnham but it wont be in a year though. in a year it will be like tom simons. just let me figure out what that means, ok?"

a lot of the video is about. influences and inspirations. the bo burnham references are so obvious he's poking at them, but i think he's raising a good point about the creativity that he's constantly praising. its never something that springs up on its own, its all about looking at others work and making it your own and feeding yourself with all those experiences and slowly, surely building your own way of doing things (tommyinnit "minecraft talent show" and "a tribute to dream smp" serial quackity + schlatt impersonator would know all about that) ->

and its daunting! its fucking scary to move away from that! which is also the main vibe i got from the video which, outside of his own issues with how he's perceived online, was the sort of existential dread that comes with actually creating. its one thing to preach you need to be passionate and create, its another to sit down and create something thats BY you. its a part of growing up! and we're literally seeing him do it live (well the bits that he chooses to show obviously)! thats also part of why i think tommy's so relatable to so many people is that he's so like. honest and real about what it's like to grow up, simple as that, and growing into yourself.

"this was everything to me" and using the picture of his younger self... man. theres obviously so much sadness underlying the whole thing but i think the nostalgia and melancholy in mourning being someone who was only inspired/excited by your interests and role models is universal. and obviously for tommy a lot of those influences turned out. well i think it was pretty damn clear who/what he was referring to here. ->

i don't think i need to go too in detail about that, especially cause a lot of the video was clearly a way to process his own personal emotions. especially with those next few images. i just hope he's okay and that god doubles his pain and gives it to mr beast to quote my friend bronzetomatoes. man.

of course he had to end with a funny clip about a hot anime girl and i think that kinda. sums it all up in a way. if that makes sense. at the end of the day its about the fact that he has to use humour to make the thing work when its out in the open, even when he tries not to and to be actually honest, but theres also the fact that hes literally a comedian and creating something "honest" IS through humor. its kindof a double edged sword

right well that was my jumbled mess of psychoanalysing tommyinnit i hope he is alright and all that because well that was. something

#tommyinnit #dsmp #mcyt #cc!tommy #alex.rambles.txt

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xamag-draws · 9 months ago

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BBR thoughts 2024

Since I mentioned that I finally dusted off an old project of mine and was ruminating on how I'd remake it, I thought I'd elaborate a little, now that I've solidified some concepts. For funsies

This is gonna be a bit of a long and unfocused one, but I don't share my personal thoughts here often, especially the stuff about my projects I always marinate in. And for once it's something that people have existing context for, so hey why not

So for anyone who hasn't been following me for a gajillion years, The Black Brick Road of OZ was a webcomic that I posted around 2013-2015, back when I was in highschool going on college (which is kinda crazy to think about). It was sort of a darker twist on The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, although I definitely leaned a lot more into dark humor more than anything in those first few chapters

I don't think it's available to read anywhere anymore, and I know people have been asking me about it. So here's the full proper archive of BBR, as full as it can be with deceased Flash

I totally used it as an excuse to shamelessly and self-indulgently experiment. It had interactive pages and GIFs and was wayyy too overproduced for what I could handle or what was necessary, but I did have great fun making it while it lasted

Unfortunately, that excess and the fact that I've changed too much as a person by the time I was in college is what ultimately killed it. The direction I wanted to go in was practically unrecognizable from the original idea started back in 2011, so there were many old hold-ups that I felt ruined it

At the time I kinda wished I could start/rewrite it all over, but considering that I pretty much had the entire script done at that point, it felt like a pointless sisyphean task. So I just put it on a shelf and didn't look back for about 8 years, because I didn't know what else to do

Now to be fair, the nature of my art has always been iterative and cyclical; when I feel like my creative juices have run dry I prefer to leave a project to marinate and move on to something else; cycle through other old things and bring in new skills and perspectives into the mix when I'm ready again. Not very productive, but it is what makes me happy to work on my OCs; I'm doomed to hit a wall with them eventually and I need some time to be able to find a new direction

So that said, I'm glad that BBR was left to marinate for that long. I don't think I was prepared, emotionally or intellectually, to tackle it again until now. The Wizard of Oz book (and the entire series of them, really) has always been near and dear to my heart, but there's a lot of context around it that I'm only unpacking now that I'm older

I think I always inherently feel negatively about the stuff I've made in the past, like its faults always jump out to me more than the positives, especially the more time passes. I've never liked that, and I do really appreciate the kind things people have to say about BBR to this day. The fact that it still can be recognized and remembered is very sweet

When I left it, I already found it "kinda cringe", and that feeling only deepened with years. When I took my first look back at it, asking the question "how would I rewrite it now?", at first I took a very cynical approach, as in "everything would have to be torn down"

But the more I sat on it, the more I found that I still see some merit and charm in the ideas I was putting out; I just didn't know how to execute them at the time (not to pretend that I know what I'm doing now, but I certainly know more at least). Turns out a lot of my old concepts could be changed substantially with just a few small tweaks. So I'd say that's a nicer way to think about my previous work

If you haven't seen yet, I posted a first draft of my new designs for some of the characters (the main group, the Goods and the Wickeds). Definitely subject to change, but more or less how I see them now

I'm just playing with these concepts; by no means would I attempt to remake BBR right this moment. Call it a pipe dream among my other ones. But just for fun, this is the direction I'd like to take:

Nowadays I'd probably make it a visual novel, with more emphasis on the visual part than the novel because I'm no English prose writer by any means. It'd still let me play a little with the interactivity while helping cut some corners on the drawing part (only some, I imagine I'd go hog wild anyway)

I've always intended for some events inspired by the sequel books to take place in BBR's past. Stuff like Jinjur's revolt or Ozma's rule preceeds the main events here. So I think it would be fun to follow the past of a few key characters alongside the main story. One chapter focusing on the present quest to see the Wizard, then one focusing on the past events (that are maybe reflective thematically); rinse and repeat

I'm also sticking a little closer to the original text in some regards. Not everything that I enjoy from the books would be translated here, it's still just a very loose fantasy on the material; but I'd like to be closer in spirit at least

I like mature, wise and powerful Glinda, I like kind and vulnerable Tin Man, I like the Wizard being a pathetic yet loveable liar, so I'm sprinkling in more of that for example

I'd like to keep some whimsy, but make it more grounded and a bit more serious to be coherent in tone. I think the original TWWOOZ book was a more realistic fantasy in some ways, even for the standards of the time; I like its simple but vivid tactile descriptions and details like bringing attention that Dorothy needed to eat and sleep

I find it funny that Baum specifically was averse to making his books scary or unpleasant, finding that unnecessary for telling a compelling kids story, but they still can get pretty dark and disturbing, at least for our modern sensibilities. Let's just say that I intend to use the Evoldo and Chopfyt storylines for my purposes. In that way, I feel like a "darker" Wizard of Oz retelling can still mostly be tonally in line with the original and balance it with enough heart and occasional humor

I slowly grew to appreciate the quaint old-timey quality of the original series, as well. The first book is both timeless and very much a product of the 1900s. Originally I tried to give it a little modern or at least anachronistic spin, but it was moreso because it's what I knew best, so these days I'd rather intentionally lean into the time period. Still not fully historically accurate by any means, but at least directly acknowledging the influence

The events of the story span across 40 years of these characters' lives, so I'm drawing inspiration from the entire so-called La Belle Epoque: the time period around 1880s-1920s. Basically I'm cooking, and my soup is old Victorian fashion morphing into Edwardian fashion and slowly inching towards flappers

Some new Dolly outfits

Lots of crazy things, political changes and innovations were happening at the turn of the century, which I think is noted and reflected by Baum in the books as well; the character of Tik-Tok might not blow any minds now, but he was one of the first robot characters in literature at that point; and don't even get me started on Jinjur, etc. Plenty of really interesting stuff one could lightly ponder in an Oz adaptation these days

Aesthetically, art nouveau has always been a big artistic influence for me, and it'd definitely be its time to shine here. John R. Neill's illustrations of the Oz books often keep me company as well. Nouveau architecture in particular fits that fairytale whimsy extremely well imo

I'd allow myself a little bit of art deco here and there, but ultimately its intimidating geometrical splendor is an antithetical to the flowery nature of nouveau and I associate it with a completely different era. Definitely fitting some characters like my Wicked Witch of the West, but shouldn't be overused

One of my main problems with the original BBR was that eventually I lost track of what it was even about; and the original ending felt too mean and unfulfilling to be worth it. Now I'd like to stick to the theme of home and family as my main theme, but in a different, more bittersweet way than in the book

An interesting connection I made is that a lot of my aforementioned older key characters (the Witches, Jinjur, the Nome King, etc) all came from the same reformatory as kids, that's how they know each other. In my recent research I learned that in those reformatories it was usually frowned upon to release the children back to the families, which were seen as the original corrupting influence regardless of the circumstance. The reformatory did everything in its power to cut that connection and make itself the only family those wayward kids were supposed to know and love. That's an unexpected tie into the theme of home that I'd like to explore as well

So yeah that's the current state of it. I have a bunch of outfit concepts I'm slowly cooking, although I'm now sure whether I'd post them... But I do miss these funny guys, and I'm glad some people still do as well :)

#my art #xam rambles #the black brick road of oz #long post #ohsees tag

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fandoms--fluff · 1 year ago

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Hey do you think, you could do one of the Mikaelson have a little sister like 2 years old and always what to stay with Nik and Elijah….. also she is so jealous that Camil and she do something to her and Nik tells that she is a mini me

Loathing

Flufftober, October 6th

Mikaelson little sister reader x Elijah Mikaelson x Klaus Mikaelson

Warnings: mention of blood

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You're sitting in Elijah's lap, playing with two Chelsea dolls you got some years ago, while he's on the phone with someone. It's quiet except for the sound of your big brother's voice every now and then.

It's all peaceful until Kol comes crashing into the room and sits on the ground in front of you. You tilt your head and hand him one of the dolls. "Play!" You tell him.

Kol nods and plays with you, making a horrible high-pitched voice for the doll which makes you laugh, but Elijah cringes and hopes he stops soon.

It's been ten minutes, "What the bloody hell is that horrible sound?" Klaus walks in, he clearly just got back from wherever he was. Most likely Cami, but he never discloses that information, knowing you've openly shown your dislike for her.

"Our brother's wonderful voice for a doll" Elijah sighs, putting his phone down.

"Hey! My voice is amazing!" Kol exclaims, hearing the insult and sarcasticness in Elijah's answer. "Yeah!" You cross your arms like Kol is.

"See! Y/n knows what she's talking about" Kol says as Klaus picks you up out of Elijah's lap and places you on his hip. You wrap your tiny arms around his neck and relax your head against his shoulder.

"Y/n is also two, I think you need a better defense" Klaus raises an eyebrow. "Technically she's over a thousand like all of us... I'll shut up" Kol says, seeing the looks he's getting from the big brothers.

Kol, having both dolls in his hand, places them down on the coffee table before leaving the room. He plans to go into town and create some havoc that all of his siblings (besides from you) will have a fuss about, but it'll be fun.

Later in the week, there's a party being thrown in the abboiter. It's all vampires and humans for them to feed on. Some to kill and some to compel away.

"Well, this seems to be quite the turn out" Rebekah walks over to you and Klaus, who's carrying you tightly in his arms. "Indeed it is, sister" Klaus smirks.

"Look at you all dressed up" Rebekah coos, running a hand through your hair. "I did all by my'elf" you say excitedly. You're wearing a long sleeve dark purple dress that flows out under the bodice, and matching purple glittery jelly shoes that are put on the wrong feet. But Rebekah didn't want to tell you that and make you feel bad or make you upset at yourself. You also have a couple bead bracelets on your wrists and a heart necklace that Elijah gave you that you never take off. Your daylight ring is on your right pointer finger as well.

"Well good job, beautiful girl" Rebekah kisses your forehead before noticing Cami making her way over, and leaves to go back into the crowd.

"Hey Klaus," Cami smiles. "Camille, You look beautiful" Klaus kisses her. "Mmm, thank you" she says.

You make a disgusted facial expression before facing back the other way and laying your head back on your big brother's chest. You wonder how thus girl seems to be everywhere and why she always comes up to you and your big brother. Why don't they just make her go away like other woman they have before. You don't know what happens to them, but you assume it's fine.

Your siblings make sure you're kept out of all the killing and death during your existence.

As they keep talking, you try to ignore them to the best of your abilities. How much longer, you keep thinking. You try looking for Elijah, so your other big brothers can take you away from them, but no luck. You can't seem to find him anywhere from where you're placed on Klaus' hip.

As soon as you hear her chuckle at something Klaus said, your 2 year old self gets fed up. So, you take off one of your bracelets and throw it as hard as you can at Cami's face.

Now you may be biologically two, but you're still an original vampire, and with that comes a lot of strength. The bracelet made a great slash in her pale cheek, now blood running down her face.

Klaus quickly vamps into his room with Cami and you still in his hold. He sets you down on his bed as he bites into his wrist and offers it to Cami.

As she drinks blood from his wrist, Elijah comes into the room, noticing Klaus vamping out of the courtyard with the both of you.

"What happened?" Elijah asks. You stay quiet, as you sit crisscross apple sauce on the bed, happy that Elijah's here, and even though Cami is now healed, you did something for her to stop talking. You really don't like her.

"Um, I'm fine, though I think it's time for me to go" She sighs, glancing at you before walking out of the room to go back to her apartment.

"What happened was someone decided to get a bit violent" Klaus informs him, facing you. Elijah follows his gaze, landing on your face. You have a slight smile on your face. Yay! you made Cami leave.

"Why did you hurt Camille, y/n?" Elijah walks over and crouches in front of you so you're face to face.

"Bad Cami! Don' li'e her" answer front forwardly. Elijah raises his eyebrows. It's known you're not a fan of the woman, but you've never actually said it out loud up until now.

Klaus chuckles. Elijah turns his line of sight to him, "What do you have to snicker about?"

"Oh, just the thought of y/n is slowly turning into a mini version of me" Klaus smiles and holds a thumbs up at you. You have a big grin on your face. "Niklaus, do not encourage this behavior" Elijah sighs. It's going to be a long life if this is going to keep happening regularly.

A new rule is set in place to make sure that you're never in the same room with Cami with less than one of your siblings. And that one day they can hopefully get you to like Cami and not loathe her.

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katiekatdragon27 · 1 month ago

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Dandy's World Roleplay servers are so wild and unhinged that it makes me come up with AUs. And yes, it's shinyshrimp. I'm so cringe <333

So, while in the roleplay server, I got into an argument with a Shrimpo as Glisten about not being able to see proper reflections though Glisten's face. Then a Goob showed up (my sibling) and asked if Shrimpo was a vampire. Then they asked if Glisten (me) was a vampire. Then we asked the Goob if he was a vampire, and he turned emo. And then I shared this experience with my friends, and they egged me on to make an AU about it lol.

Glisten: So. Is this the part where we make out, orrr-?? Shrimpo: WHAT??!

Dandy: No cuz it's genius! If they hate each other, that's two less annoying people to deal with! (He underestimated the power of enemies to lovers)

The general plot is Glisten is a monster hunter and Shrimpo is a human turned vampire-werewolf (he has no memory of how that happened btw). Glisten is specifically hired by Dandicus to hunt down and kill Shrimpo. Glisten manages to hunt Shrimpo down, but since Shimpo hasn't been non-human for that long, he puts up a kinda pathetic fight. Glisten puts Shimpo's arrogant ass in place and refuses to kill him so they can fight honorably. Shrimpo takes this personally lol and strives to get better at fighting so he can show up Glisten.

Badabing badaboom, enemies to lovers setup.

Dandy did not see that coming and it pisses him off lol.

Shrimpo: I HATE YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO- Astro (to himself): WTF is up with this guy?

This was a doodle recommended by an awesome artist in a server I'm in (dunno if they wanna be tagged lol). Astro being a moon moth thing causes Shrimpo to howl at him lol. Also part of the reason Dandy dislikes Shrimpo lol. Also also, Astro is a witch.

Also also also, here's the emo Goob my sibling became when discussing vampires. He unemos when he becomes a weredog lol.

Below is a buncha doodles all about Glisten (and his failing mental health).

TW FOR UNINTENTIONAL S.H. PROCCED WITH CAUTION:

You guys know Wiggle from Bugsnax? You guys know Millie from Helluva Boss? Yeah. They were the main inspos for this design hc lol (the buck teeth part not the insecurity part).

I have this goofy hc that Glisten's og design never intended to give him buck teeth. When being made, the ichor messed up and gave it to him. Learning about this is his first instance of feeling insecure about himself, and he develops the mannerism of covering his mouth when laughing (bc it makes his teeth really obvious lol)

And since Glisten now has buck teeth, that means Shimmer also gets buck teeth! However, her reaction to them was completely different to how her dad reacted to his.

I have this hc that Glisten can't handle backlash that well. With the machine messing up with his face (his teeth), and his general vibe being disliked by many people of the time of Gardenview (prob bc the 90s and very queer-coded kids' character didn't exactly mix well), he feels this crippling pressure to be the "perfect" version of himself.

If he deems you lower than him, your words don't matter. He doesn't care what you think about him

However, if he views you as an equal or higher, any kind of negative opinion said to him will be taken personally, and will either be repressed into self-hatred, or actively worked upon in order to be "better" (which ends up hurting him more depending on the situation.) His need for perfecting also makes him a workaholic when in a spiral, leading him to self-isolate and just kinda hide away from everyone for a couple days, and sometimes injure himself trying to get better on his own (he has a tendency to scratch his arms and face too, only fueling his need for isolation).

He refuses to open the door and get food outside, so ppl will slide him snacks and things under the door. People still care about him, but he'll never them see him cry.

Glisten has such horrid insecurity that he will never let anyone see. However, not everything is bleak for the guy.

Shimmer: Hey Dad! Guess what!? My teeth grew in! Now I look like you! Isn't that cool?!

She was not born with them unlike Glisten. Instead, they grew in near her "10th" birthday. She was very happy to have them. I like to think that seeing Shimmer be so happy to have a very sensitive trait of Glisten and loving every second of it helps him heal a bit of his insecurity.

After all, how can he hate a part of himself that his kid adores?

Kids don't fix everything, but they can aid in healing lol

Have a good one dudes^^

#the monsters and hunters au is still a heavy wip lol #i am open to ideas and questions about it #also i love putting my favs though horrible stuff it's so freeing in a therapeutic way #overworking glisten i love how relatable you are #also i think when glisten is stressed he gets work paralysis which only stresses him out more #i hope i ended this on a light enough note #tooooooooooootally not projecting #not at all #dark topics #tw self destructive behavior #tw unintentional selfh4rm #tw scratching #tw self isolation #dandy's world #dandys world #dandy's world fanart #dandy's world oc #roblox dandys world #dandy's world glisten #dandy's world shrimpo #dandy's world dandy #dandy's world astro #dandy's world goob #dandy's world ships #glisten x shrimpo #shrimpo x glisten #glisten the mirror #shrimpo the shrimp #dandicus dancifer #astro the moon

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moriitis · 24 days ago

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A half-assed Christmas goes a long way.

Toby Rogers x Female Reader.

Content/Warnings; murder, blood, corpses, self inflicted harm, implied sexual tones.

18+ MINORS DNI.

Word count; 8.2k.

Christmas was an unspoken topic. It had been forever since you found yourself working as a proxy. That life you once had, the normality of it, all was gone and there was nothing left except an empty, aching hole to feel something. Admittedly, you couldn't remember life much since you started working under his command. But there was one thing you could remember, the warmth of Christmas. The soft flash of multicoloured lights, the smell of pine from the Christmas tree and the endless food you consumed during the holiday season. You were fortunate enough to experience Christmases before.. well, after what happened had happened. You had come to terms with the fact that Christmas was no more, that it wouldn't be celebrated but something felt different this year and you couldn't pinpoint why. Was it maybe because snow trickled down this year, coating the forest and woodland around you in a blanket of white? Or perhaps because for once the cabin didn't look like a crack shack?

The cabin was quiet, the only sound was the crackle of fire nearby that kept your legs warm. Toby had gotten some firewood before he left, so there was enough to last another week or so before he needed to hack away some more. In terms of missions; it had been quiet. Perhaps because during December, not many people felt the need to explore their local forests anymore. Naturally, that didn't stop Toby and when he had an itch to kill, he had an itch to kill; so he'd wander off past the forest clearing until he could flag down a car, pretend to be a hitchhiker and bludgeon the driver to death. He'd dump the cars, or set them on fire but last time he got in trouble for doing something like that. So now, there were at least two or three cars sat by the cabin that reeked of death.

It wasn't like the topic of death made you cringe, nor the sight of blood; it was your line of work after all. Still, it was pretty annoying to have these cars there and it wasn't the most smartest idea.

The door handle began to rattle and turning your head, you glanced over your shoulder toward the oak door. Stepping through was Toby, with a scarf around his neck, his woolly jacket on which was stained the colour red and that familiar ushanka atop his head. Most of these clothes he'd stolen from the corpses and it was a damn surprise they even fit. A part of you wondered why he even bothered with warm articles of clothing; he couldn't feel the temperature outside, perhaps it was so he could blend in. Snow coated the top of his head and shoulders, but they were soon beginning to melt away and wet his clothing from the warmth inside the cabin. He was quiet for the most part, his gaze avoiding your own as he kicked off the snow from his boots.

Toby was, well.. at times the best partner to spend with on missions. He was good at holding an occasional conversation, he equally wanted his own alone time so wouldn't disturb you much and he was great at making you belly laugh at the most dumbest of things.

Placing his hatchets by the door, he peeled off his coat, hat and scarf before tossing them carelessly on the table nearby. His brown hair was messier than usual and it was getting a little long.

"Hey," he spoke, breaking the silence. Instinctively you smiled but his back was still facing you.

"Hey," you replied quickly, your gaze lingering on his frame for a moment before returning to glance out the window. That silence loomed over again, aside from the occasional shuffles that came from Toby behind you. For others it would feel awkward, but weirdly enough it brought some comfort to you. Snow continued to flicker down, racing other flakes and occasionally bumping against one another. The wind carried the flakes, letting them dance elegantly in the sky before you. There was something about watching snow that brought you so much peace, frankly, it make you feel like a child again.

The cold chill from the once opened door finally hit you, causing you to shudder in response and wrap your arms around your frame. Now, you and Toby were in no means romantical. You were strictly partners in work, he was nothing more but a colleague; but whenever you two spent time with another, he felt this weird urge to look after you. He knew well enough that you could look after yourself and it wasn't all the time he would look out for you. In fact, it was only yesterday he laughed at you for slipping on the cabin stairs and falling onto the ice floor below. Yet, when he watched you shiver just now and make a move to warm yourself up in a hug; something tugged at him.

"Cold?" he asked, his own voice slightly raspy. There he stepped over to take a glance at the almost makeshift fireplace, the fire still roaring and warming the atmosphere around them. "Do you want-w-.. m-mmore firewood?" he asked, exchanging glances between you and the fireplace. You hummed softly, not initially listening before following his glance to the fire.

"Oh, no, no, it's okay. Thanks though," you returned a friendly smile, your gaze meeting his own. Toby only nodded a brief, short nod. He was lingering and you could feel his presence still in the room with you. Despite turning back to look out the window, you glanced over your shoulder. "You okay?" you called out. Toby hummed, shuffling to sit himself down onto the couch. The fire crackled and popped, filling in the empty spaces between your conversation.

"Yeah, I'm okay… Are you?" Toby replied, you could almost hear the smile in his voice. You were silent for a moment, you felt okay.. but now he questioned it, you began to question it yourself.

"I'm just thinking," you replied, an answer so short and blunt that Toby scoffed.

"Oh god, don't do that you m-mm-might hurt yourself." He was grinning, that asshole and you turned briefly to shoot him a glare, a playful glare that received a soft chuckle from under his breath. "What you thinkin' about?" he asked finally, curious enough to know but curious enough to not really care. His question made you ponder. What were you thinking about? Well, your mind wandered about Christmas every now and again but other than that, nothing else. Your fingers fiddled with a loose string on your pants, twirling the string between your fingers as you thought on how to approach this. Toby was easy to talk to, especially when it was something that bothered you. Admittedly, at the start he was the worst. He wouldn't listen, often didn't care much to ask about how you felt. You couldn't blame him though, he has his own issues, trauma and taking someone else's baggage was a lot to carry. You were unsure how to bring up such a topic like Christmas. You knew a little about Toby's past, but you didn't want to dig up any unwanted memories or trauma for him.

"Well, I was just thinking about Christmas," you cringed a little bringing it up purely because you were unsure on how Toby would react. "Was just remembering the warm feeling it gave me, the presents," you chuckled a little at the absurdity of it all. "When Santa was real and you'd stay up waiting for him and his reindeer?" You were grinning at the memories, that was the best thing about being a child, the innocence, the way you were gullible about everything and anything. As you spoke, you exchanged another look toward Toby. He wasn't grinning, he wasn't smiling with you, no, he was pretty.. dead. You fell silent, cursing yourself mentally for speaking so much.

Toby blinked and glanced toward you, noticing your look and forcing a soft smile. He shrugged, pushing away his feelings before sighing softly. "Mmhm, yeah, didn't do Christmas mmuch when I was a kid." He said it so nonchalantly, like it was the everyday norm for him.

Admittedly, your heart broke a little for him and your gaze turned to the fireplace. The fire danced, the flame so bright it left an orange hue in the space you both shared. Your brows crinkled and you frowned, quickly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Shit, Toby, I'm sorry-" you started, but he only cut you off.

"For what? Not like you b-b-.. beat the sh-sshit out of me when I was a kid." His words cut deep, they probably cut even deeper for him and your brows furrowed. Toby was never one for physical touch but you wanted to desperately to reach out and give him a little hug. You thought against it, remaining still in your chair by the window. That unbearable silence lingered in again and you were eating yourself up on in the inside. Christmas wasn't just a sore topic for Toby, it was a sore topic for almost everyone that worked under Slender's wing. You were just grateful enough to have a semi-normal life. The silence was cringe and so he spoke up. "I remember one time Lyra w-worked as an Elf for this S-Ssanta thing that was happening in the m-mmall. She looked so dumb," he chuckled but it was dry. "She saved up and got me this g-gameboy, it was second hand but that didn't matter. I'd sit in the car with her and p-play it all the time." There was a warm look across his face as he spoke and a part of you were surprised he even remembered most of this.

It was nice that he spoke about Lyra, he didn't do it often. Toby didn't open up often at all. You smiled, pulling a leg up toward your chest to rest your chin atop your knee. "That's nice," you replied, unsure on what else to say. "Did you have a tree?" Toby chuckled, shrugging softly.

"Something like a tree, mom always wanted to put effort in." For once, you understood. Christmas was always down to mom magic. You found yourself lost in thought, chewing aimlessly on the plump of your bottom lip. It was dumb, the idea that had just appeared in your head and yet a part of you felt you should suggested it regardless.

"Why don't we decorate this place a little?" you suggested in a low voice, causing Toby to raise a brow in interest. It was a shot in the dark and deep down it would be useless if he were to agree. For starters, this place had no decorations; you had already looked a couple years back. Going out into society to buy some with no money was.. not the best idea either. However, you could make do! Maybe even make your own decorations? A tree would look good, lord knows there's enough around the cabin. Toby ran his tongue along his teeth as he thought, arms crossed over his chest.

"I mean… I don't m-mmind," he replied, glancing around the place. It did look a little depressing. Toby didn't seem completely convinced, but he was up for the idea if it meant you would do most of the work. "But do we even have any decorations?"

That was where you smiled a nervous smile, glancing away as a little "uhh.." escaped from you. That answered Toby's question. "Okay.. No, we don't, but I'm sure you can cut down a little tree from outside?" you suggested, throwing any ideas out in an attempt. Toby chuckled again, rolling his head back a little, a little pop and click coming from his frame. He pondered, letting a couple seconds tick by before speaking.

"Alright, f-ffine, but I know where we can get decorations." Toby's reply confused you and you narrowed your eyes his way, questioning what he meant by that. "It's totally legal." You knew as soon as he said that, that it wasn't. Before you could question, he was moving back to grab his coat and scarf. He made haste to slip them on before grabbing your own coat and chucking it toward you. With a delayed reaction, you helplessly threw your arms out in an attempt to catch it; only resulting in the coat smacking you in the face. "Let's go!" he called out, with one foot already out the door.

Hurriedly, you peeled on your own coat and stepped toward the door. You grabbed your shoes and tugged them on too before exchanging a look to the fireplace.

"Hey, Toby!" you called out and he turned to face you. He was already outside, fiddling with a car key in his hand and attempting to unlock one out of the three he had stolen. "Shouldn't we put the fire out?" you asked. Anxiety bit at you, like the thought of leaving it aflame just to come back to find the whole hut in flames make you feel a little sick. Slender would fucking kill you both if that happened, not only that; but a fucking forest fire would break out. Toby pursed his lips before shrugging.

"It's fine!" he called out carelessly, waving a hand to dismiss your anxiety and worries. Despite his words, you didn't feel any hint of reassurance and slowly you turned back to glance at the fire. With a gentle huff, you stepped back to grab the poker, poking at the wood and ash momentarily. It crackled in response to the touch, the embers vibrate and hot. Before you left, you made sure to throw some water down onto the flames until it was nothing but smoke before leaving the cabin with a little more confidence than before.

Toby was preoccupied trying to find which car he had the keys for, raising a hand and moving it around in different angles to try and find the sweet spot. His thumb pressed relentlessly against the unlock button of the key, his other hand shoved deep into his jacket pocket. The cold didn't phase him unlike it did to you, the cold attacking you as soon as you stepped out. It didn't help that you had been sat before the fire for hours, so your skin felt extra vulnerable to the cold. Instinctively, you buried your nose closer to your coat as you shuffled closer to Toby, your own hands shoved so deep into your pockets that it tugged down onto the fabric of your coat. You glanced at each of the cars, your face twisting into a look of disappointment.

"Toby, you really need to get rid of these cars," you uttered into the fabric of your coat. Toby didn't seem phased as he continued to click away until one of the cars eventually unlocked. "I mean, what's the point of even locking them?" you grumbled a little. The brunette just grinned, seemingly unphased by your remarks.

"Wait, wait, listen," he replied quickly, causing you to fall silent. It was eerily quiet between the two of you as you both stood there, a part of you anxiously expecting something or someone to pop out from the thicket of the trees. With a slow glance up toward Toby, you noticed he was already looking down at you. "That's my fuck, notice how you couldn't see or hear it? Right, because it's not t-th-there." With a sigh, you adverted your gaze away, how did you fall for this. Then he laughed softly, a low and husky laugh before stepping toward the car that had just unlocked.

It was a shitty parking job, the car itself being some red truck that frankly wasn't worth being stolen. It looked like crap, probably ran like crap and you were unsure if the multiple dents were already there to begin with or if Toby added them on his way here. Rogers approached the drivers seat, opening the door to peer inside. The smell made his eyes water and quickly he coughed out, slamming the door shut almost as quicky as he had opened it. You followed, approaching the car and the sweet smell punched you in the face. You gagged instinctively, reaching out to push a hand up to pinch your nose.

"What the fuck-?!" you cried you between coughs, stepping away to escape the smell. "What the fuck is that smell?! Did something crawl in there and die?!" you uttered, almost wanting to throw up because of it.

Toby was also choking a little but he was laughing, the look of your face amusing him more than the idea of what brought the smell. He etched closer to the door of the car, peering in through the window.

"Ahah, oh shit-" he choked out, poking a finger against the glass of the window. "Forgot to take this fucker out," he sneered. Your brows furrowed at his words and quickly you hurried to approach the car; despite the smell. You peeked through the passenger side and grimaced at what sat in the car. It was an older man, with a large round tummy and long hair. His beard was long too, from what you could make out from his disfigured face. It was Toby's work, naturally, choppy and lazy blows to his body. You glanced at Toby, a part of him almost proud of it.

"I'm not sitting in there," you replied, stepping back to gasp for some fresh air. How the fuck was he so decomposed already? You didn't know much about decomposition, but you knew that cold weather was supposed to at least slow it down a little. You continued to choke a little, turning away to breathe in the fresh, cold air in an attempt to clear that pungent smell from your airway.

"Jesus, and I thought the fucker smelt bad before I killed him-" Toby found this whole thing amusing, chuckling almost inbetween each word. If you were any other person, you would've been repulsed by his actions and comments but this was Toby point blank; whether some people liked it or not. Dismissing your comment, he swung the door open and leant inside, over the corpse. His hands fumbled with the key as he pushed it into the ignition, turning it once.. twice. The car did as little as splutter, barely stirring to life. You could hear Toby's mumbled groan from within the car, barely able to look at the fact he was so close to the corpse. You cringed as he pulled out, slamming the door shut and giving the roof of the car a little tap. "It's fucked, out of gas m-mmaybe.. orr maybe the battery. Well, guess we're in luck that I have two other cars!" You wanted to facepalm because you knew he was going to sneer at you for lecturing him in the first place.

Moving over to the other car, Toby's fingers wrapped around the handle and tugged. It was locked and shit, he wasn't sure where the key was for this thing either. You stood and watched disapprovingly, like a mom that was cold and fed up.

"Toby, look, let's just go back inside, I'm honestly not bothered about the Christmas decorations and really I-" you were cut off by the abrupt sound of glass smashing, quickly snapping your head over toward him and the car. Toby had smashed the window of the car. Not with a hatchet, nor some stick; no, with his fist. His fist, now gushing with blood, moved to open the car door from the inside and he swung it open. The blood did not phase him, nor did the glass on the car seat that he had just sat upon. Quickly, you stepped over, panic evident on your features. "Toby?!" you started, staring at his fist. His knuckles were cut, along with his fingers that held tiny shards of glass. The pain was nothing to him, why would it be?

Admittedly, this car wasn't any better but at least there was no rotting corpse sat inside. Just dry puddles of blood and the occoasional blood splatter across the windshield here and there. You wanted to reach out to grab Toby's hand, but he was already working on jumping the car, wires in each hand and little sparks appearing momentarily before the car rumbled to life. Toby looked at you, your gaze meeting and he was unphased by the cuts on his hand; you were unsure if he even knew they were there to begin with.

"Well? Get in," he almost ordered, nudging his head to the passenger seat. You hesitated, blinking a couple times to calm your thoughts before just complying and slipping in the passenger seat.

The car ride was silent, anxiety pooling in the pit of your stomach. A part of you was unsure as to why you felt this way, maybe it was because Toby was driving the both of you out and away from the forest? Or maybe it was because his hand was gushing out pools of blood that ran into the creases of his fingers, coating the wheel. No, maybe it was because Toby was the worst driver on the planet. It could just be all three. You shuffled uncomfortably on the chair, your thumbs twiddling together as you watched the car leave the forest and enter the outskirts of the town nearby. The forest had become your home and it had been a very, very long time since you had left and mingled with civilisation. Toby had done it a couple times, he could just about pull off a normal person during his visit in town. You knew that your anxiety was lingering in the air, creating an uneasy tension between the two of you. Your gaze kept flickering between his bleeding knuckles and the window, wanting to break the silence but unsure how to.

"You're bleeding really bad," you started, causing Toby's gaze to momentarily look at his hand before back to the road. He seemed unphased but remained silent for a moment to let you continue on. "Can I have a look?" you asked, a part of you knowing that Toby wasn't a huge fan of physical touch. Toby considered it for a second, almost fighting with himself before reluctantly moving his hand toward you. You glanced at him cautiously, but he continued looking at the road ahead. Slowly, your fingers curled under his palm, steadying his hand to take a better look. His hands were rough and wet with blood, coating your own soft hands with his fluid.

There was nothing in your pockets to wipe the blood away and quickly you lowered his hand for a second to reach forward, opening the glovebox in front of you. Whoever owned this car was prepared because inside was a small first aid kit, a breath of relief passing your lips as you grabbed it and placed the green box on your lap. Upon opening it however, there wasn't much inside, enough needed to falter the bleeding though. Using one hand, which made opening the box a little difficult, you pried it open and grabbed some bandages. They were still wrapped in their protective wrapping and you brought that to your mouth, ripping it open with your teeth. Toby couldn't help but shoot you the occasional looks, your touch sending all kinds of thoughts in his head. Before applying the bandage, you examined his knuckles.

You couldn't see any shards of glass, but you knew there had to be some there and applying this bandage outright could potentially bury the glass deeper under his skin. A part of you were thankful he couldn't feel the pain anyway, it would make you feel guilty if he were sat there squirming in pain. That was the thing about living rough, that you had to know how to fix bandages and stop bleedings as soon as possible to ensure your own survival. Gently, you began to wrap his knuckles and hand in the bandages. The once white bandages began to soak in the blood, allowing patterns to dance across the fabric of the bandage. Toby sat still, the touch so foreign to him that it felt wrong. A part of him wanted to pull his hand away, yet he remained calm and tried his best to control what tics and twitches dared to possess his body.

After wrapping his hand, you grabbed a safety pin from within the first aid box and finished the process by pinning the bandage securely around his hand. "There," you broke the silence, releasing his hand and tossing the box over your shoulder carelessly into the passenger seats. Toby pulled his hand back, flexing his fingers out and in again to adjust to the touch around his knuckles. It would have to do, not that he needed the bandage anyway.

"Thanks," he grumbled softly, replacing his hand back on the steering wheel.

The car rumbled on until you were both cruising down a street, each house filled top to bottom with Christmas lights. Multicoloured lights that flickered rapidly, warm lights that hung from the roofs of houses and the occasional moving reindeer on a yard here and there. It was beautiful and what made it even better was the soft fall of snow, something out of some Christmas movie. You hadn't seen this in such a long time and it healed a part inside you that you never thought needed healing. Unbeknown to you, Toby was watching you from the corner of his eye, his heart almost swelling as he watched you relive childhood memories right before him.

"Oh, wow," you mumbled softly to yourself, your face practically pressed against the window as you watched each house pass by you. Toby made sure to drive slow, allowing you to soak in the lights and warm colours around you. Despite wanting to keep the magic alive for you, he was on high alert. Not only was he driving a stolen vehicle, but it was covered in blood on the inside and being pulled over was something he didn't need nor want right now. He'd keep occasionally glancing at his mirrors, checking there was no cop car stalking behind them. "So, what are we doing here?" you asked, finally turning to look at the brunette in the drivers seat. It was there Toby smirked, glancing at a certain house before pulling up just outside of it. The house was probably the most colourful house on the street, adorned with lights in the bushes, windows, the roof and porch.

"You wanted Christmas decorations, you got them," he pointed at the house, your gaze following. "They leave this shit out, s-s--sso it's ours to t-take." You were shocked, he wanted to steal these lights?! You snapped your head over toward him, a questioning look across your features. "What?" he asked, blinking and raising a brow questioningly.

"We're going to steal them..?!" you whispered under your breath, afraid that someone might hear the conversation from outside the car. Toby was confused and he scoffed softly.

"Uh, duh," he mocked sarcastically.

"No, no, we can't do this, what if we were to get caught, leaving the forest was bad enough, no, we need to go back," you was spluttering and Toby's face dropped, his brows still furrowed.

"Wait, wait, wait," he started, waving a hand before him as he cut you off once again. "You're f-ffine with killing folks, but this is where you draw the ll-line?" he scoffed, a smile tugging at his lips in disbelief at what he was hearing. He had you there and immediately you pursed your lips, the silence swallowing you whole as the urge to laugh flashed across his features. You opened your mouth to defend yourself but snapped it shut, because what were you to say?

"Okay, fine-" you reluctantly muttered from under your breath, resulting in Toby to let out a soft, sharp cackle that frankly disturbed you more than anything and yet a smile tugged at the corner of your lips. "But wait, how are we going to know they aren't home?" you asked, glancing back toward the house. This weirdly enough felt like a fucking scene out of Home Alone. Toby followed and looked up at the house before shrugging.

"Dunno, just be quick," his words were not reassuring and quickly he hopped out the car, leaving the engine running. His gaze was low, fuck knows if this place had cameras but he couldn't find much of a care right now, his mind and heart oddly set on getting these decorations for you and making you happy. Without delay, you followed and stepped out the car to approach the house. For a moment, you both stood on the sidewalk just staring at the house, looking more like a bunch of creeps than anything. Slowly, you glanced at Toby and he glanced at you and before you knew it, he was stepping toward the house, a bounce in each step like he was on a mission.

As Toby approached the nearest bush, he began to tug at the lights that were wrapped around it. You felt anxious watching him, glancing around to make sure nobody was watching. You were thankful that it was already pretty dark out and you just hoped to fuck that the people who lived in this house were out doing Christmas shopping or something. The brunette struggled as some of the lights latched tightly to the dense bush, pulling as hard as he could until they finally slip free. The bundle remained in his hands, a smug look across his features as he tossed the lights onto the sidewalk. They were no longer lit, so a part of you hoped Toby hadn't broken them while he attempted to free them.

"Haha! Alright, let's get the ones on the porch," he motioned for you to follow him as he stepped toward the porch and cautiously you followed behind. The porch had an array of lights, too many for your liking and closest to the door was the plug for most of them. You decided to step over and begin unplugging them before Toby carelessly yanked them off posts and fences, not wanting any to break and for all of this to be worth nothing. "We should do this more- nngh- more often!" he spoke between grunts, pulling the string of lights into a bundle of tangled mess to his feet below him. You chuckled a nervous, dry laugh before moving to take the wreath off the door. You didn't need it.. but it'd look cute on the cabin.

"Hah-.. yeah, it's fun," you wanted to tell yourself that but deep down your biggest fear was getting caught. You shouldn't have suggested this idea to Toby in the first place, you knew how reckless and impulsive this man was. "Maybe we have enough lights, Toby?" you said with a whisper, moving to join his side as he continued untangling lights off the post of the porch.

"Nah, we need all of them, like that one, that one there, oh.. fuck it, let's just go in and take their fucking tree," Toby laughed softly, enjoying this too much than murder itself. Your fists clenched into balls, chewing on the bottom of your lip nervously as you glanced around the neighbourhood. Somebody was going to catch you guys, the owners will come home and they'll-

"Hey!" A voice called out from across the street and you froze, feeling your heart drop into the pits of your stomach. Your breath hitched, knowing that this was the end and it was over and you were about to spend the damn night in jail. First jail, and then they'll see that Toby is a mass criminal and then you'll be fucking locked away forever!

"Toby, Toby-" you urged through clenched teeth, but Toby didn't care; he continued on removing the lights and ignoring the person that was creeping closer and closer toward the house. "We have to go-"

"Hey, neighbour!" Toby grinned, shooting up a hand to give the person a wave. It was a woman, short and plump, with hair that was short and hung just by her ears. She didn't seem impressed, her hands crossed across her torso as she inspected yourself and Toby.

"What are you doing?" the woman called out, craning her head slightly to glare at you who was promptly hiding behind Toby's large frame.

"Changing the decorations," Toby called out in response, shrugging softly as he tossed the remaining lights carelessly on the already pre-existing pile on the floor. "Wife's not happy with them," he motioned toward you, rolling his eyes. "What I do for love, huh? You're a pain in my ass," he said the last part with a strained voice as he glanced at you from over his shoulder. "Play along," he grumbled below his breath and you blinked. Shit, you was never good at improv so quickly you just stepped forward and let out a dry chuckle.

"Ah, ahah- yes! Wanted to redecorate a little!" there was a nervous tinge in your voice as it wavered slightly, Toby almost wanting to roll his eyes at how unconvincing you were being right now.

This woman was not convinced and Toby knew it, challenging her gaze with his own.

"I've not seen you around here before," she called out, etching closer to the porch and quickly Toby stood straight to assert some control over the situation. His eyes narrowed, matching her own but he kept a friendly tone to his voice as he spoke back:

"I'm just part of f-f-fff.." Quickly, you took the lead.

"Family." You finished his sentence quickly and forced a smile. Toby looked at you from the corner of his eye, slightly thankful that you look the lead but knowing that this wasn't going well. The woman did not reply, simply sneering from almost the end of her nose before turning on his heel to retire back to her own house. As soon as her back turned, you let out a soft breath of relief before looking back at Toby, who already understood what you meant before you could even word it.

"Yeah, I get it. Let's go," Toby almost huffed, grabbing the bundle of lights within his arms and stepping down the porch. You followed, picking up any loose wires that he was dragging along behind him as you both approached the car. He pried open the back seats as he tossed the lights in them, turning to glance at the nearest bush that still had lights nestled within them. "One more-" he quickly said with a chuckle before jogging to the bush, grabbing the lights and yanking them off with ease. Adding those to the pile, he shot you a wink before walking around the car to get back into the drivers seat. You'd already gotten back in the car, thumbs twirling anxiously once again as you watched Toby walk around the car. He paused however, glancing down at the plate and suddenly there was an abrupt clanging coming from behind. You jumped and shot around to watch him, watching his short struggle as he ripped off the plate and finally walked around to get back behind the wheel.

Tossing the plate behind and adding them atop the pile of Christmas lights, you didn't even want to bother questioning as he stepped on the gas to push the car down the street. He drove atop the sidewalk, promptly hitting some trashcans which fell with a loud clatter before spinning the car around to head back down the way they had came. The loud stir caused that same woman to come running out her house, to which Toby rolled your window down, leant over you and quickly threw a middle finger at her while laughing practically in her face. His momentary action caused the car to serve, making you grab a hold of his arm that was held out in front of you.

Now, a part of you didn't want to admit it but you actually had fun. Despite the lingering anxiety for the duration of it, you found yourself chuckling and laughing along with Toby. It was crazy that he actually put that much effort in just to decorate? You were unsure if it was getting to your head, maybe it was more for him than it was for you.

The ride back was equally quiet as the ride there, the car humming as Toby occasionally shifted in his seat here and there; like something was bothering him. Exchanging a look, you raised a brow.

"What's wrong?" you asked, observing his moments closely.

"Someting's n-nnot right." Toby replied and now you shuffled uncomfortably at his words, that same lingering anixety pooling back to the pits of your stomach. Had he forgotten something? Maybe there was a camera? Quickly, you glanced in the mirror and checked the roads behind you; empty. Thankfully no cops but his restlessness continued to bothered you. Toby then reached over, fiddling with the knobs of the radio station until static filled the air between the two of you. The noise was unwelcoming and you winced, watching with a grimaced face.

Then music game through, soft, comforting music that you instantly recognised. The familiar jingle of bells, the feel good feeling Christmas music gave you. You couldn't contain your grin as you exchanged a look to Toby who, albeit, was looking at the road; was smiling himself. Christmas music wasn't great, not for him but if you enjoyed it, that was all he needed to feel content. The snow continued to fall, the windshield wipers flickering back and forth to try and keep up with each snowflake.

"Thank you, Toby," you uttered softly under feint music, keeping your gaze on the road ahead. Toby's brows twitched, his grip tightening on the wheel and then untightening as he rolled his eyes at your comment. "You didn't have to do all this." And you were right, he didn't have to and admittedly a part of him was questioning why he even did.

With a soft shrug, Toby replied; "it's nothing." However, it wasn't just nothing, it was everything to you and you wished he knew that, well, perhaps he did.

The car pulled up before the cabin, the familiarity of it warming your soul. It was a simple, wooden cabin but it was home. The faint glow from inside made you feel warm, a tinge of excitement buzzing in your body at the idea of decorating with the lights you guys managed to get away with. You both gathered the stolen goods before stepping back inside. It was still warm from the fire that was going before you had left, the warmth cupping your cheeks and banishing the cold away from them within an instant. Rogers then made haste to get the fire going again, poking at it and grabbing the matches that sat atop the mantelpiece. As you shrugged off your coat, you tugged the lights to the couch before dropping them atop the pillows. First thing was first, there simply had to be some lights around the windows, maybe some lights outside too! Oh, and that wreath you stole! You wanted to jump up and down from excitement; just settling on grinning to yourself instead.

The fire began to roar to life once again, Toby standing close by to monitor it. The warmth of the fire turned the snow that was still clinging to his boots into nothing but a puddle of water, crackling and popping with each log he fed into the flames. As much as you didn't want to admit it, doing something like this with him felt.. intimate and you were unsure as to why? Like it felt, for once, normality had come back. There was nothing romantic between you and Toby, you knew that and were certain of it; its just sometimes he'd look at you in a way, or speak to you in a way that would make you feel.. make you wonder if there was something more behind those brown eyes of his? Feelings he was trying to bury deep?

"So, we needed a t-t-tree too, right?" Toby spoke, breaking the silence and causing you to turn sharply to face him; like you had been caught doing something you weren't supposed to. Fuck, you were thankful he couldn't read minds. Your brows furrowed, you already had enough and as much as you wanted a tree; you didn't want him to go out and do more than he had already done. Exchanging a soft smile, you shook your head.

"It's not needed, but thank you-" "Nah, I'm getting one." You blinked, a little shocked as he already headed toward the door and leant down to pick up one of his hatchets. You wanted to protest but stood, watching as he disappeared. With a gentle huff, you decided to just get to work putting up these lights; praying some of them worked despite Toby's rough treatment.

As Toby got to work finding the best tree he could axe down, you got to work putting up the lights. You had to make do with what you had; stolen light and duct tape - but it worked! Better than you had hoped as a matter of fact. You'd decorated the inner windows with lights, the lights thankfully long enough to reach around each window within the room.

Deep down, you just hoped they worked. Approaching the plug socket, you sucked in a steady breath before pushing in the prongs of the plug into the socket on the wall. The lights made no motion to turn on, no array of beautiful shimmers and it was there your stomach dropped a little. That excitement that once bubbled within you fading into nothing but a disappointed glow. Well, what did you expect? It was better than nothing and it was the effort you put in. With a gentle huff, you forced a smile and stood straight. Before you could wallow any further, the door suddenly swung open which shot a sharp chill down your spine and you quickly looked over in interest. In came Toby, a tree almost the fucking size of him lugging behind, soft grunts and groans as he pulled it inside; bringing in piles of snow on the wooden floor. You were unsure if you should laugh, the sight of him practically battling this tree in the doorway enough to make you stifle some laughter.

"Oh, god- please don't tell me you found the biggest tree you could find-" you giggled, clamping a hand over your mouth in an attempt to silence yourself. Toby glanced over his shoulder at you, heavy snowflakes blanketing his brunette hair. The sight of you laughing at him made him smile softly, feeling a tinge of embarrassment flutter within him.

"You know- ng-" he tugged the tree inside, the branches barely fitting past the frame of the door. "What they say. Bigger the b-b-better." He had a smug look across his face and in that moment, you were unsure if he were talking about the tree or something else. "Don't usually have girls complain about size." You stood wide eyed in horror at his comment, feeling a deep blush creep across your cheeks as you choked out a laugh.

"Uh-" you started, quickly glancing away as you tried to jumble some thoughts together. Was it the fire or was it hot in here? You wanted to fan yourself but kept twiddling your thumbs closely to your torso. "I hate to say it, the lights are fucked." It was true, you hated to admit it and as Toby exchanged a look between you and the lights, he could sense your utter disappointment laced in your tone alone. Narrowing his eyes, he plonked the tree down, shut the door and then approached the lights. He stood, pondering before tapping a finger against his stubbled chin.

"Well, shit," was all he could say for he was no damned electrician but when he looked at your face, he knew in that moment he had to be. "Let me l-llook." With a nod, you stepped aside and let him glance at the wires. He had no idea what he was doing but to you it looked as if Superman had swooped down to save Christmas. He'd poke and prod the wires; pull and push the plug back in and despite his efforts nothing worked. You watched, arms crossed as you glanced at the wires decorated around the windows. Then, as if like magic, suddenly they lit up, rewarding a surprised gasp from you. Toby would never admit it to you, but there was an button that just needed to be switched 'ON' but for his sake, he fixed it. As he stood straight, he glanced over at you, feeling his heart almost swell. The lights, my, they sparkled so beautifully in your eyes and he was mesmerised by how the glow reflected off your skin.

"They work-" you exclaimed, a little breathless by the beautiful glow. He was staring and quickly, he followed your gaze up by the lights. For once, he felt a little speechless because you were so beautiful. "Thank you, Toby," you shot him a smile, your own cheeks feeling a little red. Toby just smiled, shrugging his shoulders as if it was nothing.

"Let's work on this t-t-.. tree," he muttered, motioning over to the pine on the floor. You had to give it to him, it was a pretty nice, plump tree. With a nod, you approached the tree and began to lift it; Toby ushering over to lend some muscle.

Aside from the messy hack job, the tree was perfect. The only issue, was.. well you had no stand for it, so right now it was just leant against the wall of the cabin. It worked and you sure weren't one to complain after all the effort Toby went into retrieving the thing. You glanced at Toby, whose hands were on his hips as he observed the tree. He seemed troubled and a part of you wondered if you both thought the same thing; that the thing was pretty bare.

"We don't have any decorations for it," you started, glancing over at the pile of lights you guys still had. "I mean, we have lights, but no baubles." Toby glanced at the lights before shrugging.

"Better than nothing," and you agreed with him. So, the pair of you got to work. It didn't go great admittedly, Toby having to stand behind the tree to keep it straight so you could run around the tree with lights. He would chuckle, almost tempted to throw a foot out to trip you up. Then the lights would be in a huge tangle, so you had to sit on the floor for a moment to untangle the mess. You absolutely stole way more lights than needed, but maybe they would be useful next year or even used as back up in case one of them decided to burst out and die. "It's l-llooking good," Toby encouraged, admiring what he could with the tree resting against the palm of his hand.

"Are you sure?" you asked, glancing up from the tangled mess. Toby glanced around from behind the tree toward you.

"Why would I lie?" he asked and a soft smile tugged at the corner of your lips.

After a couple more laps around the tree, Toby rested it back against the wall and there you plugged in the lights, allowing them to illuminate the branches with coloured lights that would flicker and flash momentarily. It was perfect, the tree, the lights, the crackling of the fire, the smell of pine and dare you say it; the company too. Of course, you never imagined Toby would be up for such an idea but as you glanced over toward him admiring the lights, you couldn't help but notice a little boy that stood in the place of this man. You so desperately wished things had been different for him. As you glanced back toward the tree, there was a touch that brushed against your fingertips and there you quickly glanced down, seeing his fingers curling around your own. Your heart fluttered as you quickly looked back up toward the tree, unsure if you should say something.

"Toby, I-" Abruptly, he leant forward and connected his lips with yours. It was rough but he didn't know any better. You faltered for a moment but quickly pressed your lips against his own, sharing a passionate moment together that would most likely be unspoken the next day. For now, you would savour it; the roughness of his lips, his taste and the warmth that lingered off his body. The kiss, so bittersweet, lasted only a moment but felt although it had lasted for an eternity as he pulled back. Your own lips cold, yearning, wanting more as you fluttered your eyes open. Your eyes searched his own, searching for answer you were not going to receive.

"Shit, you usually do that under mistletoe, right?" He uttered, licking his lips softly just to savour your taste a little longer.

i need this man in my life and mouth

anyway i was in a christmas mood and wrote this majority of the day. merry christmas, ya filthy animals !

#creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #ticci toby #toby rogers #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby headcanons #fluff #ticci toby x you #toby rogers creepypasta #toby erin rogers #x reader #christmas vibes

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haruchi-slit · 4 months ago

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"WHAT GOES AROUND

COMES AROUND"

synopsis: you're a strong love curse who loves to manipulate her opponents mind and emotions and satoru and suguru who was meant to take you out for good but things change..

warnings: p in v, mouth fucking, cunnilingus, threesome, geto never defected, suguru and satoru as teachers

the two men were supposed to be in their vacation but no, no, no, the higher ups said: "fuck your vacation, exorcize this curse instead" and they had to do it.

satoru and suguru were called and got assigned to take you down by end of the day, for you wreak havoc and disturbance to the civilians and other exorcists around japan, you were jumping city by city in order to not be caught but, they got tipped by a civilian that you're near their location after you had been seen fighting a sorcerer, the two men took the mission with no other options left, they took the folder containing your information...and your weakness.

you were feared by many for your ability to manipulate your opponents minds. you were known for your skills not only in combat but also in reading and exploiting your opponents thoughts and emotions.

one of your favorite techniques was to make your opponents sexually aroused. It was a simple yet effective way to distract and weaken your foes.

by using seductive words and gestures to make them lose control of their desires, yeah it was one to make your opponents lose.

however, there were consequences...it was your weakness, everytime you overuse your curse technique the effect of your power reflects to you.

you might be powerful, but luck isn't always on your side.

"fuck-!" you huff as you clenched your hands into a fist. you have just knocked out an above average sorcer, you pulled your hair back and started to catch your breath, you were preparing for your escape until you heard cackling voices and distant murmuring, it made your ears perk up, before roaming your eyes to your surrounding,

"show your self, fool!" you shout, which only made the chuckling voices louder, you feel your sweat trickling down your spine as you shout, you were nervous and definitely vulnerable right now, you knew you should've not overused your curse technique.

as you huff heavily, two figures stepped out off the bushes near you, you tried to stand properly but to no avail you dropped on your knees. they were there the whole time, watching you fight their kind, they emerge with a annoying smirk plastered on their stupid faces.

"no need to stress, babe" the man with snowy locks teased, which made you cringe "how long have you been there?" you struggled, with your voice shaking almost uncontrollably, "long enough to see you struggle with your own curse technique" the raven haired man shrugs, still smirking like an idiot while your body was getting hotter and hotter while the interaction flows thru, you knew you couldn't fight right now but there was no choice.

you need to escape,

so you punched their guts to make a distraction and ran for your dear life, you tried to run as fast as you can but only to be cornered by them, "what the fuck do you want!" you shout, "you've been literally causing disturbance and sucking souls from our sorcerers" the long haired guy sassed with furrowed brows "and you're telling us what do we want?" the white haired man adds,

"I'll kill you both" you threaten, "but you can't your powers are useless" the man with white hair spoke once more, "let me go, can you? i r-really need to go" you used your cursed technique as your last resort and it's the worst idea you've done, I can't blame you though you didn't have any choice.

you flicked your eyelashes at them, as your irises formed into a whirlpool, trying to control their mind- but they remained unfazed. They could see through your every move and were not affected by your words or actions. your curse technique reflected back to you, making you much vulnerable than before, you dropped down to your knees as you feel your cursed technique effect your body badly and there's only one way to get out off this and it's a really bad idea.

you are fucked, literally.

some moments past...

"anghn~ fuck! " you'd stammer as the two men nibble on the valleys of your neck, leaving passionate marks, while the atmosphere gets thicker and thicker with your arousal,

"no more actin' though?" the long haired man laughs, "could've told us you're feeling some..." the white haired man pauses, "things earlier instead of trying to suck our souls" he continues, with attitude, continuing to nibble on your plump skin.

"you fuck-ing! humans-ack!" you winced, once you felt someone bite your neck, "we have a name, you horny little curse." the long haired man stated, "he's suguru, I'm satoru. I'm sure you already heard of us" the white haired man said, yanking your skirt up, "you're so fucking wet..." he grumbles, tugging your panties off, your breathing became uneven, while your pussy pulsed and gripped around nothing, your eyes became hazy and you felt your head almost spinning.

your body shivered as soon as satoru laid his tongue on your cunt,

"ahghh-!" you squeaked, barely standing on the ground, satoru notices it, and quickly placed your thigh on his shoulder. it feels so good, it felt so deadly, your body tingled everytime suguru trails kisses on your neck, it was electric, it felt unreal.

"mgh- don't! don't stop!" you'd wept, as you subconsciously jerk and buck your hips on the bridge of his nose-

"enjoying it?" suguru teased, drawing his calloused fingers on your perked nipples, earning a satisfied moaned from you, "d-don't stop- please.." you begged desperately. satoru gripped your shivering thigh on his shoulder before lifting it up and adjusting his mouth to your clit, once he was satisfied, he drew tight little circles and made sure he never missed a spot, your eyes flutter shut, as your eyeballs falls deep- deep in your skull, "so-" satoru pauses, sucking your juices dry, "fucking-" he pauses again, letting his tongue feast on your luscious cunt, "sweet.." he closed his eyes looking like the luckiest man on earth, as you came. hard. your juices dripped so appetizing, he looked so appetizing.

suguru reaches down on your sopped pussy scooping every cum he can gather on his finger tips, you flinched on his touch, he then placed his finger tips that's dripping with your cum in his mouth, swirling his tongue on his finger tips making sure he savors every last bit of it, "you're right. she's sweet" suguru agrees.

"bend over, curse" suguru commands with a smooth and suave tone as your body quickly moved on it's own, it felt good, too good even.

you placed your hands in a tree nearby before spreading your legs evenly, "good girl.." he purrs before unbuttoning his pants off, revealing his raging pale pink tip, he lets his pants pool down on his knees before he grabbed a handful of your ass, he slides his cock up and down, painfully slow as your body jerked on it's own before he finally aligned his member on your entrance, slowly sliding his cock gently in your gummy walls, "hmff!-" you'd try to suppress your moans as suguru continues to slide his thick cock in, "goodness" he huffs "you're so fucking tight" his face contorts into a pleased emotion, as you feel him fill your cervix, you felt satoru come to your side with his leaking tip out, his uniform tugged between his mouth, revealing his chiseled abs, "don't forgewt mfh", he teased, but you barely understood what he said, you glide your free hand to his cock, palming his cock back and forth, while suguru pounds you with no remorse, that you struggled to stand properly, "ahm!" suguru pounds hard and again and again and again that you've lost count.

you can see satoru's face contort into a fucked out state, his abs flexing and bulging as your hand moved up and down, "k-keep goin'" he struggled to talk, his eyes fluttering shut, damn he's so fucking gorgeous.

as suguru feels your walls clench harder and harder he grips your waist, supporting your body as he pounds deep, so deep in your hungry cunt, "fuck, fuck- ahmn!" you moaned as suguru lifts your leg in the air placing it in his waist, "fuck- you're soo fucking deep- ahg!" you wailed, as suguru reaches the deepest spots of your pussy, as satoru took the opportunity to shove his cock in your mouth,

"mmn! -nnm!" you gawked as satoru pushes his hips with caution, "breathe, baby- fuck your mouth feels so good.."

suguru places your leg down gently before grabbing both of your arms behind your back before pounding once more, "I'm gonna come", "I'm gonna come" was all you can chant in your pretty head as you clenched suguru's dick, you can feel your abdomen move and clench and with suguru's final thrust you came, cum gushes down to your leg as both men continued to thrusts in sync, "you're so cute.." suguru murmurs, "wonder if curses can get pregnant" he banters, with satoru responding with a chuckle, "i hope s-so", and with satoru's last trust he came, inside your mouth, "mhmmnn-!" he hums in pleasure, letting his cock rest in you for a while, while suguru cums soon after, "s-shit.." he grunts, before thrusting in you again pushing back his cum in you, satoru takes his member out your mouth, the three of you catched breaths, before satoru kneeled down to kiss you.

... moments later after satoru and suguru arrived in the school...

"WHAT?! YOU LET HER GET AWAY!?" principal yaga shouts, "we'll catch them, don't worry" satoru assures, chuckling

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jazjelspen · 10 months ago

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devil's spawn.

angel alastor w/ radio demon daughter reader

(notes: based off of the concept of my other story 'my angel baby' except alastor and his adopted daughter switch places and personalities. In Alastor's pov (?)in this chapter.)

(caution: RUSHED!! definitely rushed qwq so I greatly apologize. Not proofread in the slightest. Might have cringe parts am so sorriy qwq)

(Alastor is still in a way the angel version of 'the radio demon' except he's called 'the radio angel' by his fans, but he doesn't refer to himself as such since angel alastor is actually humble)

(I'm willing to make another part but considering Hs becoming more stressful and it blowing my brain up it'll definitely take time, but always willing to make more if wanted/needed)

It was another bright and fresh day in heaven, Alastor clinging the laundry up on the line while his mother, whom he managed to find in his decades inside the pearly gates, sat on a rocking chair reading a book as she usually would.

The bright heavenly lights making his halo shine, complimenting his wings, other neighborly 'winners' he would be acquainted with would walk by and greet him with a wave or a tip of their hats to him while he was outside fixing their clothes.

In this particular universe, Alastor is the complete opposite of his original counterpart. Where the original Alastor would hurt and destroy, this version of him would care and heal. He was selfless, kind, compassionate and sympathetic to which again is also a complete twist around compared his original self.

Alastor died out of an accidental kill, mistaken for a deer and shot through the head while he was out in the forest collecting his adoptive daughter's favorite flowers, at her favorite flower meadow on the day of her eighteenth birthday.

Unfortunately due to missing his baby girl's birthday and being taken away from her too soon for his liking he has been living in pure regret, panic, and pure sorrow form having to leave her too early and it pained him everyday.

He raised you all by himself while juggling his passion for radio hosting, finding comfort in your innocence and smiles when he first found you and as you grew up you gave him a reason to live and work.

That's the only thing that him and the original sadistic version Alastor have in common; the fatherly love for their daughters who are also their entire lives. Their love traverses across universes.

Eventually the more you grew up the more.. peculiar and unique you became.. your innocence would melt away with a sadistic fire in your eyes that he would notice at times but would try his best to lead you in the ways of love and compassion which you had for him but lacked for those around you..

Alastor was finishing up his morning chores for his mother's home before he would eventually go back inside and get a few necessities before leaving his home. His pearly coat, his shining microphone staff, fix his appearance in the mirror just a tad, and finally hugging his mother goodbye from the porch to head up and down the street towards the main part of the city.

Yes, he was still a radio host as well too.

Instead of broadcasting screams of pain and terror from sinners he instead would give voices to those who wished to express their passions, interview everyday folk and influential people on opinions and advice to those listening to his radio show and he even has good connections and acquaintances to the high Seraphims of heaven in order to get the latest news in the ruling of heaven.

He's just as famous as he was in life, maybe more considering how many people there are in heaven alone.

His polished shoes creating sounds on the pavement as he hummed a special tune that he adores, a tune he used to sing to you. Yet again still greeting passing by acquaintances and fans of his show with genuine glee and care.

Alastor waved off to an old friend while walking by, shining his taken cared for smile. "Good to see you again Roger, don't forget to tune in soon in a few hours! It'll be a real gas so don't miss i-- oh my!"

Alastor looked down as he seemed to bump into someone small, looking down at his feet he saw a young little girl. Another fellow 'winner' she seemed to have bumped into him with chocolate smeared around her mouth with a giddy yet apologetic smile on her face. And unfortunately smeared some chocolate on his pants.

"Hiya mister!" she waved, showing her dirtied little hand as well "Sorries! I didn't watch where I was going..!"

Alastor noticed the stain and his jaw hung slightly from surprise but then immediately laughed it off, petting the young girl on the head in understanding.

"Oh little one, don't worry about it at all! Here, so you can clean yourself up." He then took a white embroidered handkerchief for his chest pocket to give to the little girl who then wiped her face and her hands, seeing her struggle a bit Alastor graciously held her hands gently to wipe them off for her and her nose as well.

"Mary!" A voice exclaimed that approached, a woman than came into view, a winner as well. "Oh! Well if it isn't our most kind radio host! I deeply apologize about my daughter sir.." The mother would smile sheepishly and apologetically. "Thank you so much for helping my little girl, I apologize for her clumsiness! Could I perhaps offer you help of any kind?..”

Alastor shook his head as he would then neatly fold the handkerchief and saved it in his coat this time so that he could remember to wash it when he got back home. "Oh no no! No need ma'am, it's nothing a little magic can't cover up for the time being!" He smiled at the woman who now had her hands placed on her daughter's shoulders with a sigh slipping through her lips. He looked down at the girl as he gave her a pat on the head "On the other hand, are you okay dear? I do hope you didn't hit yourself too hard!.."

The little girl shook her head as well in reply, "Nu-uh mister! Thank you for helping me! I promise not to bump into anymore misters or any misseses!" Oh her messing up of words ringed a bell in his head

"How darling! Take care of yourself and your mother now, " He looked up at the woman to then lower his head slightly in respect before resuming his steps again "Apologies for the rush, just trying to see if I can get some special guests on my radio show tonight!"

The woman waved at him 'goodbye' with her young girl following suit "Oh I sure hope they agree! Good day to you Alastor!"

"Good day to you as well madame!" he waved back as he finally took enough steps away from them to now get a clearer view of the inside of the city.

He couldn't help but sigh in despair, he remembers when he used to have his own little girl.

Took care of her as if she was his own blood, as if they came form the same flesh and heritage.

And although you didn't, he never loved you any less.

His smile faltered slightly but picked it up quickly, rushing towards the next moving tram that he recognized to get to his destination: the middle of the city. Once he saw one and hopped on, he could feel his heart pump with blood he once had as red and now as gold as the tears of the elder angels.

If what he heard was right, he would try to get a segment with three special guests from hell.

Sure, he knew that they came from a place of bad and evil but that didn't deter him any less. From life to death he would give voices to everyone that needed to be heard and he would follow it no matter where someone came from.

The fresh breezes and the smell of bakeries, restaurants, the sounds of workers in mom and pop shops and independent growing businesses were like music. He could've sworn that even the laughter of children and the chattering of friends, couples, and families amongst each other turned into melodies in through his brain circuits.

Heaven was.. heaven.

But his only sin was not speaking out at heaven's hypocrisy or flaws at times. Many times he would but it turned into heaven setting restrictions on him.. silencing his own voice. He was never fond of that but apparently according to Sera and that blasphemous Adam, it was required. 'To avoid panic and prevent disturbances amongst the people of heaven' or so they'd say.

He was working on a way to go around that.. change their minds. But it was much harder than he anticipated.

Oh!-- The tram stopped with a loud hiss and ring.

Alastor snapped out of his thoughts would hop off the tram and finally start resuming his walk. He was now just a block away, the more he walked the less the voices and sounds of work distanced, entering a quieter part of the city. He was now in the smack middle of the entrance to heaven, where ice cream shops were laid in rows, cafes as well, people quietly chatting and drinking their beverages or eating their food.

Oh! And he could heard a familiar tune! It was that one.. welcome song that St. Peter would often sing..

Not a favorite song of his.. at all.. but he applauded them for effort!

Maybe a splash of swing or jazz would bring it to life.. but he assumed that was the old man in him talking.

For the time being he decided to watch some place nearby yet not too close since he knew that if he stayed where he was he would be caught up in the performance and he would have to sing with them..

Waiting at the side and hearing the singing come closer and close Alastor would make himself busy by polishing his microphone with his breathe and sleeve, fixing and dusting himself off as to not give any bad first impressions.

And thankfully he managed to remember his stain that the little girl left-- forgetting about it due to wanting to get to his destination on time and helping the poor thing. With a gentle swish of his staff pointed at the stained he then managed to cover it with his heaven-given magic.

Once the full group performance made his way towards his direction was when he stood up straight, chin high, shoulders fixed, looking good as always Alastor.

He heard Emily's voice among the performance, the youngest of the two Seraphims.

He's quite close with the two, at first only starting as something for business until one day he got closer to them and confessed his past, and his regrets.

Emily reminds him much of his daughter, the high angel having an enthusiasm and mentality of a late teenager or young woman, same age his daughter was when he last saw her.

He thought, wondered, pondered, dreamed-- what his little girl grew up into.

His eyes stared at his microphone, the shine of silver blinding him when he turned it for a spot of sunshine to burn his eyes slightly.

Did she grow up into an incredible woman? Did she ever find love? Settle down and have children? How has she matured? Does she resent him for leaving him so soon even if he never meant to? Does she look completely different? Did she ever change her name?

Were you even up here at all?

He hopes you were, looking and asking for you far and wide in heaven. Did you seclude yourself? Did you hide from him on purpose?

Or were you simply in hell..

No-- his little girl couldn't be in hell. Sure she had concerning hobbies, thoughts, ways of doing things but it didn't deserve her going to hell of all places.

You had to be up here, somewhere.. you had to.

A somber sigh escaped his lips as he stared at his reflection in the object between his palms and fingers. His heavy heart tugging and ripping itself apart.

'my little girl.. where are you?'

"Alastor!! Hey!"

A young voice shouted at him from afar, looking up he saw Emily wave and ushered him to head towards her way from afar.

He let go of his guilt for now, and shined his iconic smile as always.

"Why hello Emily, Sera," he lowered his head at the high angels in respect for them "How may I help you ladies today? I see we have new visitors!" His head moved to look at the other three ladies in front of him that came from below.

There was a young woman with eyes that shared the same enthusiasm as Emily's did, hair of sunshine and gold, fangs as sharp reminiscing those of a blood bat, small and thin frame and an outfit that successfully mimics casual sophistication.

Another young girl to her right was one that seemed more reminiscent of an angel, her long hair filled with silver and moon, a gaze as sharp as broken, stance serious and unapologetic, she seemed ready to protect the blonde girl beside her but also had eyes of worry and a sense of uncomfortability haunted her features and her almost slouched back.

The last one, really shook him up.

The next young woman to the left of the blonde girl was adorned in nothing but pure red with tones of a deep hot pink in her entire look. Her clothes were of an era he knew of very well, of course he'd recognize clothes from the 30s!.. except they had a few odd touches that more or so reminded him of the 40s or heck maybe even 50s.. a bit more ahead of his time. She had a large sharp smile that screamed of mischief and eyes that are waiting to do something-- anything sinister.

Despite all this, these characteristics weren’t the ones that shook him to his core.

She looked like someone he knew, that he missed.

"Everyone, this is Alastor. He's heaven's most famous and influential radio host! Giving voices to the voiceless when he was alive and even more up here, and of course due to his selfless acts when he was alive he was blessed to be let through the gates of heaven." spoke Sera, introducing the 'winner' as he chuckled sheepishly.

"Oh thank you Sera, but it's nothing really! Just had to do what was right."

Sera then lead his eyes back to the newcomers, having him face directly to the girl with hair of sunshine first. "Alastor, I present to you the Princess of Hell and heir to the throne, Charlie Morningstar. She's here to present a few ideas to the court the next day."

Alastor's eyes widened in surprise, "Princess! I didn't know royalty were to visit us today!" he bowed down towards the girl as to pay his respects, standing back straight once he finished. "A pleasure to meet you sweetheart quite the pleasure! Didn't expect our guests to be of royalty so apologies to any bad manners."

The princess shook her head with a large smile "Oh!-- don't worry you didn't give off any bad manners! It's nice to meet you too Mr...Alastor!.. it.. it's very admirable what you did before and what you do now! You seem to have earned your place here quite well!"

The man shook his head as well in reply "Oh like I said it's nothing! If anything I should thank my daughter, she was my reason and my motivation to be nothing but kind to others to present a good example! I continue to do so in her honor."

Charlie's eyes grew as a soft 'awwww' escaped her lips "You must love your daughter very much..!"

Alastor nodded, "Of course I do! As a father always should!"

Charlie opened her mouth again to speak, her eyes filled with a sense of bittersweetness until she was suddenly interrupted by the young woman dressed in red. She walked in between Alastor and Charlie with a sense of charm and enthusiasm, the spirit of a presenter or spokesperson shining in her body language and way of speaking.

"How delightful! The love of a parent transcends heaven and earth! Now that's poetry!" the girl's voice was glitched out and heavily amplified with a strong sound of static, as if her vocal cords came straight from a radio speaker. She held a staff much similar to his, except her's was shorter and more compact-able.

The girl with silver hair rolled her eyes in nothing but pure irritation, Charlie giggled nervously as she then pointed her way towards the one who spoke. "And this is ______! She's the founder and host of my hotel back in hell! She's helped me throughout everything and I dont think I would be able to get to this point if It weren't for her help as well!"

Ah,

He knew it.

______, anyone could have that name.

But you looked like his daughter, his pride and joy.

His face still shines with a smile but his eyes are baffled with the sudden hit of realization.

It couldn't be a coincidence-- you looked like her, your eyes had that spark he always used to see in his daughter before he left. The way of speaking, that stance-- more confident and mature but the way you spoke.. your vocals were a match to his daughter's just with a touch of years to it.

And you looked at him as if you knew as well, eyes narrowing with piqued interest. Sharp smile widening an-

wait..

what?..--

You seemed to have almost hopped right in front of him with your hand suddenly shaking his. "A real pleasure to meet you sir! Quite the pleasure!"

You mimicked his greeting yet somehow you spoke it so naturally, as if spoken a billion times before. He was stunned, if there weren't people around he would've slipped and broken down right here right now--

but he cannot, will not.

He will not worry others, he will not bother others with his emotions.

"Good to meet you Ms.."

"______. Simply call me ______." Your sinister grin only stretched, a sense of despair fell into the pit of his stomach,

His little girl in hell?

Did he.. fail at raising you?

Was dying too soon the reason why you let yourself fall?

Whatever the case, Alastor was nothing but stuck in a small limbo of his own guilt again

If he did this to you-- even indirectly,

he wouldn't ever forgive himself.

"Ms.. ______..."

'my little girl' he would've said, 'my daughter, how I've missed you. please forgive me for leaving you so soon... I'm so so sorry my darling..'

the words were stuck to his throat.

a small gust of air was the only thing that escaped from his cords.

Sera clapped her hands together once as a way to announce, "Well Princess Morningstar. I hope your stay here is nothing but comfortable, and I say that to your companions as well."

Sera looked at the 'winner' with confusion and a sense of concern but she knew she had to leave due to duties calling for her and Emily's presence.

Sera gently put her hand on his shoulder, "Alastor, would you perhaps show them where their hotel is and how to check in? It's going to be the one nearby."

'the one nearby' he thought, 'a block away.. '

"of course! anything to make our guests feel more welcomed!"

Sera nodded in 'thanks' before flying off with Emily on her side, herself also waving goodbye to all of you as well.

Alastor paused, before finally turning his head at the girls.

"Well, let's get you all to where you'll stay for the time being!.."

He will find out what happened to you, what went wrong, how he messed up.. he'll beg for forgiveness from you. for you were and still are his reason for who he is.

you were his one and only daughter, he will make it up to you.

"Follow me now! Time isn't going any slower!"

Little did he know, he wasn't at fault at all.

You were just born that way.

You knew what you were and you embraced it as a way to cope from him being taken away from you.

Of course you had to blend in and you took on the mantle of taking over your late father's radio show, eventually becoming as famous as he was and you were nothing but just as charming as he was on his show.

But then you killed, the power imbalance favoring you was nothing but amazing to you.

Years later, you enjoyed it. Killing was your life's purpose. Your crimes were never a subject for you to ever regret or feel guilt for.

You regret nothing.

You were a merciless killer then, and one now.

Through earth and hell, forevermore.

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