#lotsa fucked up potential there

[sp4rrowdoll]

Another request before i sleep, i hope I'm not bothering you💀😭

BUT! this is your post to share any headcanons about literally anyone from dol😌 just a space for you to put stuff youve been thinking about but not knowing where to organise your thoughts. Hit me with anything abt anything bro let's fucking GO

(and i ask this just before heading to bed so goodnight😩🤌)

You are not bothering me at all!!! I love getting asks and requests, and getting to write for people, it's genuinely really helpful and inspiring. Gimme all the asks! I want them all!! Sometimes I do sit on them a bit though, they need to incubate. Marinate, if you will, for maximum flavor and tenderness.

Alrighty, headcanon time. I've got some headcanons for both Bailey and Mason. (Mason is fantastic and I love them so much) Bailey:

Bailey was a good person once. 

Not anymore, certainly—that ship sailed a long fuckin’ time ago, and he doesn’t even bother to pretend that he wants what’s best for the orphans under his care, regardless of age—they aren’t quite livestock to him, but they’re close. When he’s doing the accounting for the orphanage, the younger ones are labeled “investments,” and the ones that have hit eighteen are moved into the “assets” list. It’s cold and brutal of him, and he knows it. But that’s part of the problem, isn’t it? No matter what he does, he knows it’s immoral as shit, that it’s fucked up and evil of him, and he keeps doing it anyway. 

He wouldn’t call himself tormented about his actions, or his lifestyle, but something has him showing up to the hookah parlor regularly, huffing sweet smoke and doing his best to forget.

He wasn’t born here. Sometimes he wishes that he was, so the effects of the town didn’t hit him like a fucking truck, unwinding all of the baser impulses he’d stashed away and accumulated over the years. And sometimes he’s glad he wasn’t, because he still has at least some control over himself, and he’s sharper than the rest of the idiots trying and failing to run the place. There was a point in time where he’d wanted to be a good person. When he’d gotten a degree in developmental psyche, and was bright eyed and pursuing the advertisements in the local paper. When he’d seen a job opening in a small town that he’d never heard of before, for a caretaker at an orphanage, and something inside him had compelled him to take it, even though the pay was shit.

Sometimes he feels like two different people stuffed into the same skin suit, and the person that he used to be is clawing at the edges of his mind, begging to be let out. That’s when he sighs, rolls back his ostentatious leather-backed office chair from his desk, and heads down to Barb Street.

He needs another pipe. Mason:

Mason is a virgin. 

He has no idea how he managed to get past his twenty-first birthday in this town without having been forced to have—intercourse—with someone, and maybe it’s the fact that he can’t even think about sex without flushing like it’s his very first health class, and maybe it's the fact that he’s been swimming since before he could walk. His parents were big on physical fitness, before they—he still doesn’t know exactly what happened to them. Maybe they died, maybe they left, he doesn’t know and he can’t quite remember. He can’t muster up any feelings of regret or abandonment, so at least there’s that. They must have told him where they were going, or he must have known what happened to them, but he just can’t remember, no matter how hard he tries.

He thinks about teaching a self-defense class sometimes. God knows there’s plenty of kids—he doesn’t know why he calls them kids, they’re barely that much younger than he is—in this town who could use them. And then he spends all day getting leered at by them, and he remembers exactly why he doesn’t do that.

At least the lake is always there for him. It’s the only place in this town where he feels like he can breathe. Even if it’s raining and the sheets of water from above and below surround him, and there’s barely any air at all. It’s like flying. 

It’s like freedom.

[hana-no-seiiki]

how they act around reader! you know the usual, how horny they get and how the reader is potentially uncomfortable because not even they can handle the harems hormones.

MIDNIGHT DARLING HEAD-CANNONS (Unang Yugto / First Part)

YANDERE COLLEGE BASED OCS x READER

Hoo boy we have a lot of characters to go through and I haven’t even named all of them so *cracks knuckles* Let’s go with my favorite children for now.

warnings: dead dove do not eat territory here. yandere themes (lotsa violence). please don’t read this if you have a wild imagination like me oh god im aboutta faint at darling’s section. cannibalism. knife play. necrophillia. a transphobic society.

[previous ask for more context]

[next part] - yandere! faculty

Let’s start with our boy Justin Del Rosario [Yan Jock]

He’s incredibly sweet and caring. At least when you two were dating. The type to always check in on you. Always makes sure you’re hydrated and keeping up with your self-care routines.

As if popular! reader isn’t completely meticulous when it comes to their image.

Looks like a bad boy but is an actual sweetheart. Your relationship started off as a transaction of sorts. Being the softie he is though he developed feelings. Quick. The masochist.

Is a whole ass push-over when it comes to you.

Now post break-up Justin is a bit of a freak.

Like I said in my previous post of his experience as your boyfriend, he has gone through shit.

Suddenly his grades are perfect. People are actually tolerating if not appreciating his presence.

He’s becoming a threat to your place as the ruler of the campus.

But unlike you his fans aren’t declined atrocious yet.

How does Popular! Reader feel about him? Not much really. Their whole relationship was a transaction to them. I can’t emphasize how much of an apathetic bitch I wrote reader to be ya’ll I’m sorry. But in order for their harem to thrive they gotta turn a blind eye.

In terms of Horni Levels it’s uh - not so bad. Once he lost his virginity to you (yes you took his virginity) he found it to be the best stress relief and got addicted. But he’s also super respectful of your boundaries.

That was when you were originally dating though. He’d probably pound you to oblivion if you ever got back together. Pent up horni does that.

Actually, that event might not even need them getting back together. I won’t be surprised if current Justin just takes you even with his relationship with Darling.

For your favorite, Darling De Leon [yan good girl] . . .

⚠️THIS IS THE PART WHERE IT’S DEFINITELY DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

Hella shy around you. You almost didn’t know she existed if it weren’t for her consistent placement as second. At least before Isabel came and Justin’s grades shot up.

She has a pretty shit past.

Has always been a little scared of you.

Extremely possessive. She had always been overshadowed by her siblings, and her time abroad without you had really shattered her self confidence. Although she’s deathly afraid her past actions would be revealed, she’s more scared of losing you to someone else.

She thought that by agreeing to date Justin, you’d think of him as disgusting for moving on so fast.

Definitely enjoyed her time on your lap a little too much.

Which brings me to Horni Levels.

If you think Justin is bad. Darling is just the worst out of all the yanderes. She’s the kinkiest one too. She has been saving herself for you, waiting for the time you corrupt her. Hoping that by that time, every obstacle has been removed.

The type to have you fuck her atop the corpses of her rivals kind of kinky. The type to fantasize about you using a knife and inserting in every way possible inside her type of kinky. The type of kinky to fuck your dead body or eat any and every part of you to fully make you two as one.

She’ll own you, dead or alive, one way or another.

How popular! reader feels about her is again, indifference. Maybe a little horni for her soft aesthetic and cute demeanor. Definitely plans to gobble her up once Justin is done playing pretend.

A character that hasn’t been mentioned yet is Isabel Labrador [yan! nerd]

Isabel used to go by the name Isaiah. She used to be pretty alright with being assigned male at birth until popular! reader suddenly announced one day that she’s more horni towards women.

She got disowned for transitioning, and like Darling, disappeared from your life for quite a bit that you forgot about her.

Similar to many of the harem members, she’s very pliant to your whims. She does many of the assignments and projects that aren’t worth your time or would lead to you lacking sleep.

Not like the professors assign you much.

A bit of a whiny brat. Used to be hella spoiled when she was younger so she’s a lot more outspoken when it comes to your sexual escapades. This leads to you beating her up the most out of everyone in the harem.

Popular! Reader is the only one who knows she’s a trans and is surprisingly very respectful about that part about her.

The two of you are mostly amicable.

Horni Levels: Pretty normal for a young adult. Loves to tease you by showing more skin sometimes. Though she always covers up when anyone else is in the picture.

Her hella religious upbringing made her pretty conservative about sex and all that but it’s often balls to the wall when they see you. Literally. Never knew she was into pegging til you took her one day.

How popular! reader feels about her? Mostly a means to an end. She’s the least careful when it comes to her simpery. It gets tiring having to discipline her every time but the angry sex makes up for it.

This one will be short since I plan on him and the rest to be minor characters. Nobody knows how Ricardo Peralta [yan! president] became the President with how much he hates your ass.

People who voted for him were probably like. ‘If a person who doesn’t even want [Y/N] became president. We won’t have a threat.’

Jokes on them he has more notes on you than the entire student body combined.

Boy is the Candace to your Phineas/Ferb. His entire mission is to bust your ass. (and for you to bust a nut in his-)

…

You don’t even know he exists.

LAST BUT NOT LEAST LET’S TALK ABOUT YOU.

It was almost as if you were made to be the apple of everyone’s eye. Not one person in campus could remember a time where they didn’t know you.

No, it was more like they didn’t want to. Why imagine a terrible era such as that?

A lot of the students from the college are spoiled brats that absolutely adored how cut throat you were. How you weren’t afraid to put them in their place unlike those push-overs they usually meet. Some were just drawn to your charisma and confidence.

Or well, just general fuckability.

People think you’re also rich but you just get a lot of stuff from the students with money.

Your birthday is a bloodbath and a half. You started celebrating it alone so that people wouldn’t see your reactions to the gifts. Both because you wanted to keep them guessing and ‘cause the person whose gift is liked will probably get murdered.

You have to routinely check for cameras or tracking devices.

It takes you every bit of your self control not to just twerk in front of the camera if not give it the finger by fucking someone who you know is innocent right in front of it. They don’t even get to see you properly in the angle.

You strategically use pussy as both a punishment and incentive.

It’s super effective!

It’s super effective.

You often use pussy to discipline or incentivize your harem. It’s super effective. At least, considering you haven’t been kidnapped and/or killed yet.

You’re a bit of a sadist.

Yeah you’re a bit of a sadist.

Popular! Reader uses pussy a lot to keep everyone in check. You’re used to giving your body away to get what you want that you’ve become numb to it.

No one is normal in this College. Not even you.

You don’t even know he exists.

[panfluidme]

One shot request: (no death) Martin and Chris were like really far from the Tortuga and Martin gets injured (potentially fatal) and all Chris can do is to try and save him/protect him until they can get proper help. Martin also starts rambling about silly stuff while it's happening (examples: his favourite creature, what he'll get Chris for his birthday) also I love all your wild kratts angst fics 💗💗

I'm so sorry this has taken me for fucking ever, lol

I hope that you enjoy this. I kinda went off prompt

CAN'T THINK RIGHT

Martin was losing blood, quick. And Chris could see that. Him losing blood was absolutely terrifying; pulled right out of his nightmares. The color made him feel sick; why did it make him feel so sick?

Chris pressed his hands against Martin's side, trying so hard to keep himself as calm as he can be. This was a lot for the young man. His fear was strong, tears welled up in his chocolate brown eyes, but he needed to keep himself calm for Martin.

The older hummed softly. He stared at Chris as he blinked rapidly to in a vain attempt to get rid of the black dotting his vision. He let out a giggle, causing the younger to pause then look at his face.

"What are you giggling at?"

"Chris is so funny. He whined when it was purple martins or when he was blueeee."

The man in question blinked, confused. "Why do you bring it up?"

"I dunno. It's just funny. He whined lots over it. I do feel bad cause there's no animal that has Chris in the name." Martin let his head lull back.

"Deep breaths and stay awake, okay? I'm going to call Aviva here in a moment." Chris grabbed his Creature Pod with one hand and dialed Aviva.

"Hola," the inventor greeted cheerfully.

"Martin's hurt. A tiger bit him and cut up his legs."

"I'm on the way. Where are you?"

"I threw a sandwich and the tiger went after it. I found a ditch. We're hiding inside."

Aviva nodded and shouted at Jimmy to hurry. "I'll send a first aid kit over."

Chris nodded and looked at Martin, giggling to himself. "Avivaaaaa! I got Chris a blanketttt!"

"For?" she asked while searching.

"His birthday."

She chuckled. "Yeah?"

"It's a green lizard."

"I'm sure he'll love it." Aviva sent the first aid kit to them. She looked off screen and sighed. "I gotta go. Keep him awake and talking."

Chris nodded as he used the limited supplies to stabilize Martin for the time being. She hung up to tell Jimmy exactly where to go. Martin kept giggling and pointing out random things.

"Chrisssss!"

"Yes?"

"The sky's blue," he said so simply, Chris couldn't help but start laughing. "I like blue. I like green cause green makes you happy. I like when you're happy."

Chris stared at him then smiled softly. "Really?"

Martin nodded. "I don't like green more than I like blue, blue's better than green in lotsa ways, but it makes you soooooo happy, I can't not like it. You bein' happy always makes me happy, even if I'm upset with you for whatever reason. You're my favorite person," Martin's voice was getting a little weak.

"And you're my favorite person. So you gotta live for me, okay?"

"M'kay." He coughed a little then smiled at Chris. He poked Chris' cheek. "'Member when you learned how to ride a bike?"

"I do." Chris nodded.

"I'm sorry for getting you in trouble cause I accidentally wrecked the bike. I wanted to ride and I didn't have a bike. I was just too big for you baby bike. I did talk to mom an' dad to explain what happen, which is why your punishment disappeared."

Chris chuckled a little and put his forehead against Martin's cheek. He noticed that Martin's eyes were drooping. "Stay awake for me, okay?"

"I'm tryin'. It's hard."

"I'm sure it is."

The two could hear the Tortuga arrive.

[lxverrings]

Omggggg I just read my req 😭❤❤

Te amo te amo te amo te amo TE AMOOOO!!

I'm actually from Spain 👀

I honestly loved it like all your other works lol ❤❤

I also have another req if you don't mind 💀

Miguel O'hara with reader that is a spiderwoman with the same traits as him (fangs, claws, organic webs) but it was against her will (aka human experimentation) and has a hard time trusting others because of that.

Just some angst / confort

- Spanish anon 💫

One In the Same.

A Miguel O’hara drabbleish

Warnings: anger issues. Lotsa... Yelling </3 lashing out, angst with a comfort-ish ending. GN! Reader!!!

Summary: Miguel forgets how easily he can break with someone that acts and is like him.

A/N: I forgot Spain. How the FUCK did I do that. Still my favorite Nonnie, También te amo, Cielito <3 —I’mma keep you at Solecito ; anyway!!! I did some research on Miguel’s powers— why does he have telekinesis. Well, that’s in the quirked up ginger comics, so I just took the overall ATSV things! I wasn’t sure about the red eyes, so I gave reader pink eyes to differentiate text! Enjoy!!!

Again, he didn’t know what he was doing when he recruited you and your bright spinel colored eyes, sunken into themselves with clear exhaustion burning in your eyes. Wearing the sunglasses he also tended to wear when he was outside more than not, getting empanadas or conchas de chocolate.* He didn’t expect anything as abnormal yet.

Yet he... Hated it.

Look at you, the same powers. Some potential variant of him or whatever?

But...

Pero... *

He lacked social skills already, hell, Miguel’s sorry ass coops up in his own little Man Cave and only LYLA glitches in unexpectedly

(Alfred and Batman?)

Well.

That didn’t matter. You would rarely talk at meetings. He didn’t have to worry about you... But why?

Why didn’t he?

He had to worry about everything going intricately perfect already! Why not one more thing?

The hard truth was... You didn’t trust him. And Miguel realized this when he tried to reason with you on going to a mission.

“Apúrate. No tenemos todo el pinche día.”

He heard your sigh and suddenly jerked his head as you spoke.

“Can’t I do this alone?”

“What the shock are you talking about?”

“You heard me.”

He could almost hear his blood pressure rising in an instant, anger fueling him without much effort.

Embarrassing, really.

“I did. Ahora, cállate*. I don’t want to hear it.”

“I don’t want you to come.”

“Too shocking bad.”

Well that fueled your agitation. “I don’t... Want you there, coño!*”

“What did you just shocking call me?”

The argument got more heated, so heated in fact, that he got too close— that it made you flinch and smack him square across the face.

“I— um...”

“Fuera.*”

You complied.

Rushing home, through your portal as the adrenaline wore down. Once it did, you saw him clearly. The version of your boyfriend that brought you against your will. You were pretty for him. He took off your walls and focused on himself selfishly, calling you pretty like a mantra, bruising your skin senselessly until it bled, and even then, his sorry ass just called you pretty as a habit.

Never once beautiful.

And that was enough for him to throw you to his uncle who experimented on you to his heart’s delight.

Tears flooded down your face, in your civilian clothes, and that faithful watch heard your distress.

Every fucking night.

And Miguel was catching on too...

One week later, he found himself looking for your dimension.

“Shock me... Pinche reloj culero.*”

And eventually, your not-so-romantic knight in shining armor appeared.

Even Miguel could tell something was wrong as the orange portal lit up. Not that you could see it.

Awkwardly, he patted your back, making you flinch.

“Shock— look. I’m sorry, I—”

“Yo soy la qué debería pedir perdón.”

Miguel just sighed and awkwardly sat next to you. It was awkward sitting next to you like this.

It had been a while since Miguel had done anything similar. So he just quietly wrapped a single arm around you...

And let you cry there.

Translations:

Conchas de Chocolate is a type of bread, can’t accurately translate because that’s like saying Baguette but translated

But...

Hurry up. We don’t have the whole damn day.

Now, shut up.

Asshole.

Get out.

Dumb useless watch.

I’m the one that should be saying sorry.

[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

25 and 1 for any character you want :]

Link to the Questions :]

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

I will not stand for any more Mimic slander. Yes the way it was introduced and has been utilised in the plot is stupid but you can say that about like... most of FNaF. The POTENTIAL the Mimic has for cool metaphors and disections of cycles is GREAT. Also I really like its design. Something about the detatched jaw with the individual teeth tickles me I love it.

1.the character everyone gets wrong

I've taked at length at how fucked up Henry is, actually, and how I think he can be just as messed up as William in lotsa different ways. Just in general though the lack of agency a lot of people give these characters does annoy me. Henry but also Will's Wife and Vanny and Michael.

I'm not personally a massive fan of how specifically William's wife is potrayed as a tragedy that happens to him rather than her own person (it's why I reject the idea she possesses Ballora in any of my stuff- I think she deserves more than that).

Vanny is obvious, the series stripped her of all her agency so obviously fans are gonna do that as well.

Michael again is just the idea that William is the only character who can do bad. I find the idea that he was helping his dad willingly so much more compeling because it complicates his morals in a fun way.

[pesterloglog]

Dave Strider, Roxy Lalonde, Dirk Strider, Karkat Vantas

Meat, page 32

DAVE: yo

DAVE: love to chat but im kinda in the middle of something

ROXY: yo yourself but this is important

DAVE: uhhh

DAVE: more important than salvaging the global economy from potential disaster??

DAVE: sounds hugely unlikely

ROXY: idk about that

ROXY: in terms of scale and relativity and stuff maybe not

ROXY: its actually kinda hard to tell

ROXY: i guess in the grand scheme of things

ROXY: shes just takin a sort of nap

ROXY: but its one HELL of a nap bro

DAVE: a nap you say

DAVE: well this changes the fuck out of everything

ROXY: yea??

DAVE: nah

ROXY: lmao dirk just texted me about this

ROXY: somehow he found out about jade did u tell him

DAVE: uh no

ROXY: he just said make sure she gets lotsa daylight

ROXY: that itll help with the “exorcism she needs”.....

ROXY: and also to say hi to calliope for some fuckin reason??

DAVE: thats weird

DAVE: since when does he give a fuck about them

ROXY: idk

ROXY: guess ill just open the damn curtains and let some light in here

ROXY: he usually knows stuff about weird things

DAVE: so whats wrong with her again

DAVE: like

DAVE: some sort of demonic nap

ROXY: ok i wouldnt say shes NAPPING per se

ROXY: shes just like

ROXY: floatin here... upright

ROXY: eyes wide open

ROXY: and theyre both pitch black

DAVE: oh so she saw one of my latest sbahj campaign ads

ROXY: lol

ROXY: no dude

ROXY: like what im sayin is

ROXY: she looks a lil possessed

ROXY: by uh

ROXY: grim spirits n shit

DAVE: is she fucking grimbark again

ROXY: no!

ROXY: this isnt grimbark

ROXY: i KNOW what grimbark is dave this aint it

ROXY: it seems more serious tbh??

ROXY: like existing in some transformative state that isnt a literal fuckin joke

DAVE: ok yeah this does sound pretty bad

DAVE: but its not really my field

DAVE: did you try calling rose

ROXY: yea that was totes my original plan

ROXY: like no offense ur not #1 on my speed dial when it comes to this kinda thing

ROXY: but rose isnt picking up

ROXY: probly on account of ailments to be fair

ROXY: i called an unruly number of times

ROXY: and kan wasnt picking up either so...

DAVE: huh

DAVE: spooky

ROXY: hella spooky

ROXY: somethin about all this seems wrong

DAVE: yeah i guess

DAVE: what do you think is up

ROXY: idk

ROXY: i feel like theres something movin just out the corner of my vision but every time i turn to look at it

ROXY: its gone

ROXY: its givin me chills rn like im being watched

DAVE: well im no fucking ace detective

DAVE: or some gumshoe flatfoot dicking up the place suckin hard on my sherlock pipe like some sleuth of the fucking year

ROXY: dave

DAVE: but maybe we should consider the possibility that you are literally being watched

ROXY: ..............

DAVE: anyway can we hold that wise and rad thought i just had

DAVE: i gotta give karkat some emotional support

DAVE: since gettin jake on our side was a pretty huge fucking bonanza for us

DAVE: which has almost equal probability of winning us the election as it does blowing up in our faces depending on this speech he gives

DAVE: so we gotta like

DAVE: concentrate here?????

DAVE: instead of jerking each other off all god damned day for the rest of our lives

DAVE: (im just joking we dont actually do that)

ROXY: oh

ROXY: jakes on ur side then?

DAVE: yeah

DAVE: wasnt that hard to convince him after your girl j crock started slut shaming him on public access

ROXY: god dammit jane

DAVE: so i take it jade didnt convert you to our cause before going into her gothic trance fugue or whatever

ROXY: siiigh

ROXY: i just want this whole stupid political thing over n done with tbh

ROXY: i hate watchin u guys tear each other apart in the news

DAVE: yeah sorry about that

DAVE: sorry its making you feel bad i mean

DAVE: not sorry that were doin it

DAVE: itd be an unconscionably lame move to put something on a billboard that i didnt 100% stand by

DAVE: but that sounds suspiciously like something jane would do

DAVE: aka the bad guy in this situation

DAVE: like objectively speaking

ROXY: ugh pls dont start

DAVE: just sayin

ROXY: idgAF!!!

DAVE: also

DAVE: aside from how vehemently i disagree with every detail in janes shitty platform

DAVE: i also think

DAVE: karkats the right guy for the job

DAVE: full stop

ROXY: you rly believe in him dont u

DAVE: yeah

DAVE: of course i do

DAVE: because i...

ROXY: hey before you jet can i ask you another question

ROXY: theres somethin else ive been meanin to ask u about for a while

DAVE: uh alright shoot

ROXY: yea soooo

ROXY: dave how did you come out

DAVE: ...

DAVE: what?

ROXY: like as not being straight

ROXY: howd you couch that to ppl w/o them freakin out or being awkward around u

ROXY: do u think its ever too late to

ROXY: idk

ROXY: change ur mind?

ROXY: about the person you wanna be??

ROXY: like is there a some point of no return you can cross where everyone is waitin for u to have a big ass revelation about your internal character

ROXY: but its like “dude no u already used up all ur gay capital when u started datefriend cohabitating w a cute as hell skeleton alien”

ROXY: and anything after that ur just gettin greedy

ROXY: is greedy even the right word

ROXY: greedy for droppin bombshells

ROXY: bout gender identities and sexual preferences

ROXY: or ids n preffies as i like to call em ;)

DAVE: ids n preffies

DAVE: damn

DAVE: thats fucking good

DAVE: anyway uh

DAVE: thats a pretty deep question considering all the shit we have going on right now

ROXY: yeah ur right

ROXY: now is probs not the best time for a feels jam

ROXY: especially with the creepy jade situation happening on my couch here

DAVE: i dunno if id worry too much about that

DAVE: jade goes into trances literally all the time

DAVE: she fucking loves sleeping

DAVE: youd think someone who spent so much of her life locked in a state of dubiously consensual slumber would wanna get as few zees as possible in her adult life but not jade

DAVE: ive never known anyone who hits the snooze button more times in a row than her

DAVE: if youre that worried take her to a hospital

ROXY: im thinkin about it!!

ROXY: not even sure if i wanna like

ROXY: mess with her tho?

ROXY: how would i even take her there...

DAVE: ok well while you ponder whether you wanna dump jade in a wheelbarrow and trundle her groggy spooked-up ass to the hospital

DAVE: in the meantime ill rap at you about my epiphany concerning the desire to bone some dudes

DAVE: probably not a literal rap though

ROXY: wow im disappointed

DAVE: i mean i could TOTALLY rap about wanting to bone dudes if i wanted?

DAVE: im just on the fuckin clock here and theres lots of people lookin at me

ROXY: :(

DAVE: ok so

DAVE: what ive learned is

DAVE: coming to terms with all this bullshit is a thing you sort of do in stages

DAVE: like stage one is you making jokes about how sweaty dudes standing close together in tv shows seems really gay

DAVE: stage two is making jokes about that and not immediately adding no homo afterward

DAVE: stage three is flirting with all your male friends ironically and not even thinking about adding no homo afterward because youre so fuckin woke and secure in your ironclad straight masculinity that you dont have anything to prove to anybody anymore

DAVE: or thats just what you say out loud

DAVE: inside you start being like

DAVE: oh shit

DAVE: maybe yes homo

DAVE: stage four is freaking out about that and putting the no homo back on all your statements even objectively heterosexual ones which just stupidly makes everything you say sound extra gay

DAVE: stage five is

DAVE: actually wait the next few stages are various permutations of the same thing that i already described

DAVE: it starts being like a gay fractal

DAVE: anyway eventually you arrive at like stage nine

DAVE: which is reminding everyone who will listen that youre gay minimum six times a day

DAVE: in really lame ways like

DAVE: oh cool dude are you making hot pockets

DAVE: better make mine a gay hot pocket

DAVE: cause im a gay homosexual who only consumes homo ass snacks delivered right to my mouth by a big queer butler

DAVE: servin it right up on his huge gay dick

DAVE: but that all only applies to the extent which i am technically gay

DAVE: which in my case is only about maybe 30% to 70%

DAVE: so only cook 30% to 70% of my gay hot pocket

DAVE: cause you know straights are fucking animals who never defrost their pepperoni

DAVE: and i gotta rep for that like 50% straightness still lurking inside me like the idiot who fell asleep in the shopping mall when it was closing for the night

DAVE: so now theres just this straight dude locked in a dark fucking mall for some stupid reason haunting the place like a cryptid and rummaging through the trash in the food court

DAVE: also just in case janes opposition research is listening in on their illegal wiretap i know the word bisexual exists btw im just choosing not to use it in service of spitting some fuckin chuckle jokes here so lets all calm down and not let this one become a distressingly literal federal issue

DAVE: anyway when all is said and done

DAVE: you eat a half cooked hot pocket because all your roommates think the height of humor is taking what was obviously an improvisational riff at unironic face value to punk you

ROXY: dave...

DAVE: what

ROXY: nm

ROXY: i was gonna ask you why ur like this

ROXY: then i remembered about how ur half me and half dirk

DAVE: yeah it really is crazy how those dope late game familial reveals actually did explain everything

ROXY: so whats stage ten

DAVE: stage ten is uhhhhhhhh

DIRK: The Prince opens his fucking mouth, and just literally starts SAYING SHIT, out loud, because he doesn’t think he can take another fucking second listening to a pompous alien virgin monologuing about gender.

DIRK: No consequence, my ass. You may be able to suppress what I do with my mind, but you have no control over my mouth. I’m nobody’s fucking puppet.

DIRK: And you don’t even know my friends. They’re not yours to toy with.

DIRK: They’re mine.

DIRK: Do you even know where I am right now?

DIRK: Do you have the slightest idea what I’m up to

DIRK: Yeah, well. Try and stop me then.

DIRK: I fucking dare you.

DIRK: Here I go. I’m walking up the tower stairs now.

DIRK: Walk, walk, walk. Ah, the exercise feels good.

DIRK: Argh. Wow, yeah.

DIRK: You’re right. My feet are definitely getting heavy.

DIRK: But the Dead Cherub tragically underestimates the Prince’s determination. He powers the fuck through it. See?

DIRK: Stomp, stomp, stomp. Up the stairs he goes. No fucking sweat.

DIRK: Oh also, did he mention? He can fucking fly, so there’s that.

DIRK: He decides to take flight and cut to the chase. He whips up the hollow vertical shaft at the center of the spiraling tower stairs. Life in the fast lane kicks ass, it turns out.

DIRK: He can practically taste the top of the tower.

DIRK: The Prince busts out his sword and makes short work of that big old bell.

DIRK: The slicing is accompanied by the ear-shattering melodic sounds of metal being cleaved apart by an anime sword, as the Prince nimbly avoids the sharp pieces and ricocheting stair debris.

DIRK: He wonders out loud, “what is this, amateur hour”?

DIRK: The Dead Cherub then humorlessly narrates, “why, yes. yes mr. strider, it IS amateur hour. and i’m the amateur here, for throwing a huge bell at you. i would like to humbly apologize for my amateurism.”

DIRK: Sure you do.

DAVE: well lets just say internalized whatevers are kind of like an onion

DAVE: theres lots of layers

DAVE: they suck on pizza

DAVE: and trolls have to get their stomach pumped if they eat them

DAVE: this goes for gender stuff too btw

DAVE: which i kinda get the feeling is what you were actually asking about

ROXY: wow am i rly that transparent?

DAVE: nah but as previously discussed youre a lot like me

DAVE: so it was pretty easy to figure out what you were getting at

ROXY: yea

ROXY: i dont got ur poker face tho

ROXY: but im workin on that!

ROXY: maybe ill get a sick pair of shades too

DAVE: oh DOPE

DAVE: yeah thats dope i support that idea

DIRK: I’m on top of the tower now. I’ve got my long sniper rifle ready and everything.

DIRK: I check to see if it’s loaded. It is. I get in the PERFECT spot for taking aim at this hunky imbecile who’s about to give a speech.

DAVE: anyway i dont think any of our friends are gonna hold your feet to the flames over dumb shit like this

DAVE: and its not like anyone else is gonna care since we definitely forgot to program hating gays and women into earth c

DAVE: humans are all jacked up on hating xenophiles now

DAVE: which sucks a lot too dont get me wrong

DAVE: btw did you know janes a xenophobe

ROXY: dave!!!

DAVE: ok ok

DAVE: so does all this mean i gotta call you dad now or what

ROXY: wat

DAVE: i mean thats what were talkin about right

ROXY: well first of all

ROXY: do u still even make a habit of callin me mom??

ROXY: i thought u kinda stopped that

ROXY: even if it was effin cute

DAVE: oh yeah i guess i did

DAVE: but i could start again

DAVE: but not if it means id have to go to fucking gender jail or something

DAVE: like what i mean is i could start that cute shit again but switch to dad

ROXY: ok but SECOND of all

ROXY: i would never want to deprive dirk of that noble honorific

DAVE: what

DAVE: ugh no way

ROXY: hahaha yeah way hes ya daddy dude!

DAVE: aw fuck noooo

DAVE: wow man

DAVE: i would never call him that

DAVE: i mean i know its true but i just wouldnt...

DAVE: wait

ROXY: what

DAVE: something feels

DAVE: wrong

ROXY: ???

DAVE: like some shits about to go down

DAVE: and i gotta...

DAVE: karkat! dude!!!

DAVE: GET DOWN!

KARKAT: WHAT?????

DIRK: You’re absolutely right.

DIRK: I would never do that.

DIRK: I’d never kill Dave, no matter what I felt the stakes were. I’d never hurt him either.

DIRK: You do understand me pretty well, I’ll give you that. And you’re right about many things.

DIRK: But there are just a couple things you’re wrong about.

DIRK: Pretty important things, actually.

DIRK: First of all, this gun is loaded.

DIRK: But not with bullets.

DIRK: Yes. You’re right about the tranquilizer.

DIRK: But there’s one more fact you’re not aware of.

DIRK: Which is that I never intended to aim for Jake at all.

ROXY: hellooooooo

ROXY: dave??

ROXY: whered ya go

DIRK: No, that’s not what he does.

DIRK: He swings the rifle around one hundred eighty degrees, and points the scope toward the large, now-curtainless window of a distant apartment.

DIRK: He zooms in quickly, cutting even shorter the little time that the Dead Cherub could use to impede him in some way.

DIRK: He takes aim, lets his finger hover over the trigger, and...

DIRK: Ow!

DIRK: Yeah, you got me. Can’t move it an inch.

DIRK: The only problem is, he doesn’t need to pull that trigger.

DIRK: Earlier, when he was messing around with all this shit in plain view, he rigged the rifle to be voice-operated.

DIRK: All he needs to do is say...

DIRK: FIRE.

DIRK: I see. So you’re not going to say what happens next?

DIRK: Is that really how it’s gonna be?

DIRK: So be it.

DIRK: The tranquilizer dart hits the glass of Roxy’s apartment window before the sound from the rifle’s shot even reaches them.

DIRK: She hears the glass break. Seconds later, she hears the bang. She drops her phone on the floor.

DIRK: She doesn’t have the slightest idea what just happened until she looks over at Jade and notices the dart stuck in her neck, right in the jugular vein.

DIRK: She watches as Jade’s huge, creepy black eyes start getting heavy. Her eyelids sag, and her head tilts to the side.

DIRK: She shuts her eyes completely. Her hair stops floating around her ominously. In fact, there’s nothing ominous about her at all anymore. She entirely resumes her status as the cute doggy girl we all know and love.

DIRK: She slumps over and collapses onto the couch. She begins snoring loudly while making a little canine whimper on each exhale.

DIRK: Like the bitch she is.

DIRK: Oh, what’s that? You’re getting a little quiet for some reason.

DIRK: You’re going to have to speak up.

DIRK: Aaand, nope.

DIRK: You’re getting quieter, not louder. You’re gonna need to work on that.

DIRK: Maybe try shouting it?

DIRK: Yeah, I didn’t catch that at all.

DIRK: Not even one syllable.

DIRK: Guess that’s it for you? Back to not mattering.

DIRK: Not that you ever did.

DIRK: Come to think of it, why am I still talking out loud?

[sharonisthebettercarter]

Idk nor care who tf shitlander nor bitcher is, but I do know and care for spiderdads/spiderparents (pbmj X Miguel). I'd rather read a fanfic where Peter B. is a figure skater and Miguel a hockey player. Peter is an ice skater who despises the hockey players whom practice right after him. Particularly given the one that makes an effort to dominate him both on and off the ice (Miguel).

OOH~!

valid, valid, valid, SO fucking VALID~<3<3<3! i LOVE this idea<3<3<3!

can i expand ooh i hope you don't mind<3

okay... okay. gah i'm excited OKAY

i wanna add a layered element here in which miguel is actually just trying to help peter get better because there's a grace element to figure skating that i wouldn't quite picture peter to... well? let's just say if he's a gem, he's in need of some polishing~<3 and maybe miguel is *actually* like honest to gawd familiar with said polishing/techniques~<3/etc.

i could see it tho<3 i still want them kinda maybe sorta to be spooderpeoples on the side, and i LOVE that miguel is a vampire and i can't live without that so of course i'ma make the boi struggle with that too<3 don't mind my dumbass throwing in mpreg (because OF COURSE i fucking always do)

BUTT~<3

what if~<3 peter is a fantastic skater with a TON of potential, but a little rough in the art of his craft~<3

miguel~<3 maybe a bit of grumpy dick forever on the surface LIKES peter and really SEES a ton of potential he actually wants to see flourish and bloom~<3 but he's totally inept when it comes to emotionally expressing this in a healthy way and comes off.

as horribly constipated as he fricken' is. OOH~! so OF COURSE it comes off that way~<3 maybe with a little bit of the buzzy little feeling because peter boo's just so CUTE to him<3

what if it's worse when they're busy being spooderpeoples~<3

so what happens~<3? well i could picture a very ROUGH start with miguel correcting peter's form at every turn, but who knows, maybe the boi has a bit of a background with figure skating himself ~<3 or even speed skating, and moved on to hockey post vampirism (or some other reason lol). either way, he means well, probably likes~<3 peter, but pisses him the fuck off<3<3<3 and then there's certainly carnal and pheromone attraction~<3<3<3

OOH~<3 i can see LOTSA things happening<3 ;))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

but mostly and certainly a love story~<3 maybe where miguel actually *helps* peter win his competition~! and who knows, maybe peter even knows a thing or two about hockey~<3 and he ends up helping miguel win a game or two~<3<3<3 because i LOVE when couples help bring the best out in each other and i could DEF see that here<3<3<3

as far as mpreg goes maybe peter boo hits a little sitch that makes him want to take a lil break from his career~<3 miguel could possibly be an absolute butt about it or encourage him to finish out the competition at least or peter finds out just after the competition~<3<3<3

;)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

[danpuff-ao3]

Hi babes! What about 6, 12 and 17 if you’re up for it 👀 - Liv

Liv!!!! 🤗

6.) What’s the last thing you read that made you laugh?

Hmmmm. You know. I really had to think about this one. But I'm pretty sure it was Luck of the Draw, from this year's Snarry-a-Thon! The dialogue is A+, with the trio's bickering, then...well...Snarry's bickering. 😂 But it was also a pretty feel-good read so there was probably some just happy laughing in there, too.

12.) Friends with benefits or secret dating?

My gut reaction was "secret dating" until the potential of "friends iwth benefits" occurred to me. Like..."we're just FWB" but both secretly in love and pining while they're actively fucking??? Chef's friggin' kiss on that one, dude.

So now it's hard, but I still wanna say "secret dating." It just slaps in Snarry, you know? They both know how people are gonna react when they find out, and it's so much easier to just keep this one thing to themselves, sacred. Then also trying to sort things out between them. Like, they're both confused enough and dealing with the complication of how madly in love they are, without trying to bring other people into it!!!!

Oh oh oh....the ultimate would be secret FWB to secret boyfriends. Think of all the DRAMA and ANGST!!!! 😍

17.) Describe a fic that is still in the ‘ideas’ stage.

Oh lordy. Hmm. Well I have a sequel in mind for Cruel Summer. This takes place years after the events of Cruel Summer, but with flashbacks to the immediate aftermath of Cruel Summer. Harry still obviously impacted by what he went through, also dealing with feelings for Severus, and then Sirius comes back, so just...lotsa messiness, of course, and big angst. I think that's one of the only things that hasn't gotten to the 'outline' stage yet.

The only other one won't see the light of day anytime soon, and will probably sound absolutely bonkers, but...I REALLY want to write a HP + PJO crossover. I've had that in mind for a while. Like...imagine Professor Potter, Head of Gryffindor, acting as basically a hero mentor for Percy Jackson. But like "okay no this is bad, you're a kid, but also...back when I was a boy hero..." But now I'm getting more ambitious with it and like "wouldn't it be cool if it was this massive monster crossover...." Just squishing all sorts of characters into the Wizarding World. PJO characters, His Dark Materials characters...various other medias...it's all very vague rn. But also BACKGROUND SNARRY. Mostly genfic with Harry playing mentor to students, but of course Snarry must be married. Maybe it'll be this big ole SHOCKER to Percy + pals. Idk we'll see, I have too many projects in the meantime, and that one is gonna be WORK. 😄

Fanfic asks

[its-your-mind]

JLA Meeting

WW: okay. any last additions or adjustments to our plans for a potential attack from the moon?

Kyle: *mumbling* still don’t know why I can’t just make a moon cheese factory to—

Dr. Fate: Something is here.

Flash: here here? like. On the Watchtower??

Batman, pulling up security feeds, all of which are clear: What kind of something.

Dr. Fate: Something… unspeakably powerful. I can feel it, sending vibrations along the strings of time like a spider testing its web. I have not encountered a being with this sort of power beyond those known as the Chaos Lords. Prepare yourselves. I do not know what sort of creature we are about to—

Unknown yellow… Bat…child? teenager?? coming sheepishly into the room as though that door isn’t locked with personal biometrics and codes that change before and after every meeting: hey B uhh sorry to interrupt but Red said that “unless the world is literally ending right now via technoaliens he’ll want this info ASAP” sooo uhh… hope you’re cool I borrowed the zeta! haha… uhh anyway so. I saw a lotta activity ‘round Arkham — couldn’t tell for sure if it was last night or tonight — but there were for sure lotsa clown masks. Got me worried. Uhhh… that’s all I got. Sorry to interrupt, Miss Wonder Woman, Mr. Superman. Sorry if B doesn’t finish his shi— uhh stuff cuz’a me. Real cool to kinda meet all of you! You’re all like, so cool. Keep kickin’ butt, don’t let the bodysnatchers bite. Uhhh… Imma head back out now. Bye

Duke: *fingerguns*

Duke: *fucking disappears*

Batman:

JLA:

Batman:

JLA:

Batman: I trust that you all will be able to finish this without me.

Oliver: are we not gonna talk about the—

Dr. Fate: Batman, why does a member of your team brush fingers along the threads of fate and time. What sort of—

WW: I thought we had an understanding, Bruce. I’m disappointed.

Batman: …

WW: When you acquire a new child, we wish to be introduced! How else are we to grow to care for them? I have gifts of welcome to bestow—

Superman: Hold on.

Batman:

Superman: That young person, who is clearly a member of your team and is active in Gotham City, is a meta.

Batman, moving out the door just a bit too fast to seem calm: I need to get home to confer with my team to prepare for whatever the Joker is planning. If you have any questions for me, contact the Batcave.

Superman: BRUCE I THOUGHT HEROES WITH POWERS WEREN’T ALLOWED IN YOUR CITY, BRUCE. WHAT HAPPENED TO “NO METAS IN GOTHAM,” BRUCE

-

meanwhile, in the Batcave:

Tim: so how’d it go? he comin?

Duke: I think so? I told him. Had to interrupt a JLA meeting, but hopefully that was fine? I rambled so much though holy shit I’ve never met Wonder Woman in person before she’s so fuckin dope

Tim: Yeah, we’ve all been there. If you want to watch Jason’s actual face turn the same color as his helmet ask him how his first time meeting her went. But. Hold on. Wait. B hasn’t introduced you to the JLA yet?

Duke: no? is that a thing that’s supposed to happen?

Tim, doing some quick mental math: Was the door closed when you got there?

Duke: yeah, but it was a coded lock. just used Ghost Vision. no big.

Tim, suddenly grinning manically: ah hahaha he’s gonna be getting angry texts for the next MONTH we just got him in so much shit. Listen to me. Look at me. Do not under any circumstances let him actually introduce you to ANY of them. Stall as much as you can. Just Say No to official superhero meetings. The awesome ones will find you anyway and they’ll get competitive over who can be the best superaunt or whatever and they’ll be more fun if they think Batman’s hiding you from them. AND ALSO they won’t stop pestering him until he does it and he’ll just get more and more stressed and it’ll be so fucking funny please Duke do this for me, your big brother. I’ll owe you like five favors and I’ll get Kon to fly you wherever you want for as long as you can hold out. Do you like pastries? We will fly you to fucking Paris for the best croissants of your life if you do this thing for me.

Duke, panicking: wait what?? You. Bruce. Paris? What???

Batman, coming out of the Zeta at speed: Tim. A word?

Tim, already on his bike and motoring out of the cave: Ope, sorry B-man, got a date with Kon tonight, can’t stay to chat. there’s an algorithm running on the Batcomputer to ID possible Joker shit call me if the city starts burning down byeeeee

Duke:

Bruce:

Duke: so anyway about these clowns…

I think Duke Thomas should get to give off eldritch horror vibes to all JL-associated magic users. As a treat.

[phant0mspades]

!!

What's known: Val Velocity

Name: Val Velocity

Age: Dunno, mid to late twenies 20s if I had to guess.

Appearance: Medium height, white hair, dark blue eyes, lotsa white, yellow gun (weapon of choice for him)

Val's changed since the incident at the diner. Dunno if its a stresser stressor or not, but it caused somethin. He acts off emotions which pushes him int the Disorganized side of the profile, but had the potential t be Organized if he can act with others. He treats me and Cyber different, Cyber gets a lotta it from him which I wish he wouldn't.

Somethin's changed though, recently. More hesitant to talk to me and he knew about my past despite me makin' sure I didn't bring it up. Suspects listed in ano'der page, but there's a reason I wasn't gonna tell him yet. Ain't the person I once was and hope he realizes that. The others saw past it, fuck, even my partner did an they saw me lose it. I wanna ask but dunno how to start that talk.

[sayijo]

i rank ninjago seasons

season 1 - its okay. but not enough robots. the giant robot from zane’s true potential episode is a good boy. 1/10 for the big robot

season 2 - even less robots as before, but makes up for it for good zane content i suppose. 2/10.

season 3 - YESSS ITS MY BOY CRYPTOR NINJAGO!! 9.9/10, the only reason its not a 10 is because he dies at the end.

season 4 - more zane focus so its okay, 2/10.

season 5 - the ninja fuck around with zane’s voicebox and stuff and it was great. 4/10 

season 6 - no good robot scenes. or maybe there was and i just cant remember. whatever. 1/10.

season 6.5 (DOTD) - they did my boy cryptor so bad. 1/10 bc there were cryptor scenes.

season 7 - lotsa zane and pixal and cyrus moments + tech themes, very good 7/10.

season 8 - MR. E YAY!!!! 10/10.

season 9 - MR. E NOOOOOOO!!! 0/10.

season 10 - no good robot scenes. 0/10.

season 11 - they turned zane into a dictator and im all for it. 6/10.

season 12 - GAMER SEASON!! TECH SEASON!! 10/10

season 13 - not techy enough. 1/10 (im doing this for you, cole)

season 14 - no good robots. 0/10

season 15 - no good robots. 0/10

[chancedarling]

'Come on, you have to tell me some of your faves, Mr Eclectic.'

Oh, fuck off. No. Because if he'd wanted to volunteer that kind of information, he'd have done it already. And why? Really, what's she going to do? Make him a fucking mixtape? Sweet baby jeebuz... He's definitely leaning toward delusional with this one.

But - he gives a quick 'rabbit in the headlights' look, before stuttering slightly in reply.

"Oh, man... Y'know when someone asks you what your favourite colour is and uh... your brain just forgets the entire rainbow exists. Uh... Lotsa stuff. Different stuff. Uh... Y'know, maybe if I flick through these, I'll see something else I like?"

He looks away sheepishly, then crouches down and starts thumbing through the other casettes in earnest, managing to drop the scratchy linens on the floor at the same time, fumbling slightly to grab them and knocking the box of tapes over in his flustered state...

(Not flustered. Expertly crafted. Be the blundering buffoon. The nervous nerd. The geeky gamer. The shy kid. The sweet but quiet one.)

"Oh, no... Oh... Bollocks... I'm so sorry, here, let me..."

And that is probably enough of an innocent distraction to avoid answering her question. Sorted.

He's busy scrambling to save the casettes and make sure nothing is broken, looking suitably distraught at his own 'clumsiness' when little Miss Delusional finally says something interesting...

"Kidnapped? Do... Do you really think that's what happened?"

'What if they're one of us? Or pretending to be one of us…'

Oh, even more interesting. It seemed as though she's actually engaged her brain now and is beginning to consider potential beyond the Spice Girls. This was starting to be more fun than he'd expected.

Chance hesitates then, looking up - hands full of tapes - letting his jaw drop open a little. A look of shock and a small peppering of uneasiness dropped in for effect.

"Ohmygosh. I... I hadn't even considered that. I... Oh my... I... I don't know? Why? I mean? Why would someone even do that?"

Chance would certainly have done that. Because what better way to observe than to be the fox in the hen house? The wolf in sheeps clothing. And yes, he has considered it... But without a deeper understanding and assessment of every single fucking person here, there was no way to know.

And if they could pull this off - getting all of these people to this island, none the wiser as to how they came to be here, then they are smart... Very smart. Smart enough to hide in plain sight? Oh, definitely.

He almost hopes that she's right. Because how he would LOVE to pitch himself against a mind like that. To see just how fucking clever he is against this invisible power. Can he sniff them out - uncover their secret...

Finally - a worthy adversary.

He blinks, wide eyed - glancing around as though the shadows around them would reveal some secret monster.

"Uh... It's... It was... It... It is... F-friday."

"Because it was the buy a 16 inch pizza get a free... Um... Garlic bread special. I... I was supposed to be gaming with s-some friends... So I ... I ordered pizza."

"Is it not Friday?"

Lindiwe had to remind herself that 'they're a bit indie' wasn't a widely known turn of phrase. It was an endearing inside joke, a rib, a mum joke that had Paige do that oh-so-stereotypically teenage groan and sigh because it's not even that funny mum. But it was funny, teasing Paige about her obsession with being independent and alternate and 'not like the other girls' in her early teen years, how she would play Lindiwe literally the worst music/TV show/movie that she had ever seen and haughtily declare 'oh of course you don't know about it mum they're indie.' In Lindi's opinion, it was less to do with Lindi being 'hip', and everything to do with those artists producing weird shit that catered to teens craving uniqueness and/or pretentious film students who wore musky tweed and smoked cigarettes.

Of course Chance didn't really know what to make of her indie comment. He had a self described eclectic music taste. "Come on, you have to tell me some of your faves, Mr Eclectic," she teased, if only because she needed to stop thinking about Paige, and how she'd silently sucked up the fact that she didn't really like Wet Leg because it meant she got to spend and afternoon in Paige's bedroom. And how she might not-

Chance distracted them further, though it wasn't with a pleasant bit of small talk. Leading on from the lyrics, he wondered whether their mysterious benefactor wanted to meet them. Lindi's heart jumped in her chest, squeezing hard at the reminder of… everything. This impossible day. Why did he have to bring it up? She was doing such a good job at finding music to jam to and trying to drown out the chipper voice blaring through the speakers and he had to bring it all back again.

Lindi sighed, turning her attention back to the cassette case. Why was there no Scissor Sisters when she needed them? "Oh, it's definitely mixed messages," Lindi breathily said, tucking free stands of hair behind her ear. She didn't want to talk about it, she just wanted a few minutes where she could let music carry her away to somewhere else…

But Chance had been so nice, and maybe he needed someone to talk this over with. Circumstances aside, it was nice meeting him as well. Lindi clenched her jaw, took a breath and gave Chance a tight smile. "I think there is probably a reason our gracious host is communicating with us through the speakers. Would you show your face to a group of people you had kidnapped?" she asked rhetorically, though that sparked a chilling idea. "What if… What if they're one of us? Or pretending to be one of us…" Lindi shivered. This is what she got for letting Paige show her indie horror films, which tended to be genuinely horrifying. She tried not to be obvious as she gave Chance a surreptitious once over. What sort of name was Chance anyway? It's always the white boys who look a little bit like Jesus... God, was she being a judgemental bitch? She probably was, definitely was, did that make her a horrible person? Chance was completely lovely, he probably thought she was the mole...

"How do you think they did it? Kidnapped all of us, I mean. Wait, first, what day do you think it is?" Lindi asked Chance, reaching into her purse to grab her diary, flicking open to the tabbed page. Her interview was highlighted on July 21.

[mod2amaryllis]

lotsa people are getting nervous at the jon-and-martin-get-separated foreshadowing, me included, but mostly, mostly I'm. ohh I'm excited OH I'm foaming at the mouth cuz cuz cuz, ok

ok sure it could go bad one of them could d*e but it could ALSO go very very fucking well. thematically.

-Martin being a badass on his own??? there's been multiple instances of him saying "I'm scared" but we've already seen how practical he is. he's ready. time to be Brave.

-even apart, both realizing they just have to keep walking toward the tower, it's the only focal point it's the only way to find each other, so they traverse the nightmares with determined vigor HNNF OW, OWCHIE, OOCH THAT HURTS I LOVE IT

-separate adventures separate recordings!!! seeing even more of Fear Earth! Fearth? hmmm!!!! anyway world building is my kink

-the fears. :) using the pain of separation. :)) against them. :'))))))

here's the big one.....here's the One. the Ultimate trope, my Favorite trope........

RESCUE. FUCKING. MISSION.

which has ENDLESS POTENTIAL but the two big ones for me are

-MARTIN rescuing JON. holy shit. jon getting swallowed up by some surreal horror then in comes Martin with a real ass Actual machete being like "call this my terror-b-gone cmon babe" and suddenly it's a bodice ripper cover. Martin hot, aanyway,

-the one. the One. I want it, I KNOW y'all fucking want it. look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want it I will never believe you. monster. jon. rampage. come ON come the fuck on I'm. I'm literally getting breathless thinking about it it's...it's the Best romantic trope. it just is. monster goes on rampage to save lover, gets lost in the power sauce and the only thing that can snap him out is lo--Hhhhhuu, it's....it's lov-OHH MYGGGG love. love. he gets snapped out by love there's nothing better I need it I need it I need if it doesn't happen in text my consumption of relevant fanfic will be CLINICALLY alarming.

separate them. do it, do it coward give me what I want, give me pain I'm Fucking ready

[prettyponyblog]

(good luck with your surgery first of all) and second heres a list pick whichever ones you wanna do :3 1. pinkie pie 2. Moondancer 3. princess luna 4. Cheerilee and/or 5. Lightning Dust!

Pinkie Pie

Sexuality Headcanon: pan, i mean cmon look at her colour palette

Gender Headcanon: def fem-aligned but i do get agender/nonbinary vibes from her

A ship I have with said character: i mean applepie is adorable and is my go-to pinkie ship but for a few others i have!! cheesepie are honestly so cute in the comics i can totally be down with that i mean ‘our laughs are better together’?? comon thats cute as hell. uhh another one i found myself liking was sombrapie?? v v cute aaand i also like twipie, flutterpie, sugarpie and partypie!! those are some off the top of my head lol

A BROTP I have with said character: oh for sure show cheesiepie- they work great as friends on the show just not so much romance imo. pinkie and any of her sisters is also *chefs kiss*

A NOTP I have with said character: hmnnnnn, not any i can think of atm!

A random headcanon: okay okay bear with me on this one- its a bit off the walls. i think because of the amount of chaos magic pinkie has absorbed over the years (which i also hc to be the cause of her pinkie-ness somewhat) she has some form of miniature universe in her mane. wait wait dont go i cant explain but its a fun idea right?? right?? im not crazy am i?

General Opinion over said character: we have no choice but to stan. the pink candy party pony has stolen our hearts

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Moondancer

Sexuality Headcanon: lesbian all the way. shes like that one ‘lesbiab, less bian? girls.’ meme

Gender Headcanon: gnc trans girl moondancer hasnt left my head so im making this your problem too

A ship I have with said character: ohhh twidancer is v good as well as tempdancer- another one i love is that shes in a herd w/ twinkleshine and minuette. oH and her and luna. so much potential

A BROTP I have with said character: this might sound weird but i think she’d get along really well with celestia??

A NOTP I have with said character: ooofH i guess any dude? lol

A random headcanon: she absolutely grows out a long wizard beard i dont make the rules

General Opinion over said character: adore her, love her, cherish her

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Luna

Sexuality Headcanon: oghhhhh moon lesbian is right there,, either way- girls

Gender Headcanon: trans girl luna i dont make the rules

A ship I have with said character: as i mentioned above, moonluna v good. lotsa potential. OH HOW DID I FORGET pinkieluna fucks!! whaddya know everythings tying back in!

A BROTP I have with said character: her and celestia 😌

A NOTP I have with said character: her and celestia 😬

A random headcanon: she was totally an earth pony before she ascended. i like to imagine her power over the earth being so strong she could move this giant rock in the sky through sheer will

General Opinion over said character: best traumatised moon princess- which is a surprisingly prominent character trope in media!

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Cheerilee

Sexuality Headcanon: i emerge from the shadows chanting “acearo cheerliee acearo cheerilee acearo cheerilee”

Gender Headcanon: cis gal!

A ship I have with said character: none lmaooo bUt cheerapple is cute!

A BROTP I have with said character: cheerimac all the way ace/mlm solidarity

A NOTP I have with said character: cheerimac, a cute ship but not my thing!

A random headcanon: will teach until the day she dies, you’ll have to drag her kicking and screaming into retirement

General Opinion over said character: a very good teacher. not enough screen time

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Lightning Dust

Sexuality Headcanon: i physically cannot imagine her as anything other than a lesbian im sorry

Gender Headcanon: i cannot make up my mind her gender changes every five mins in my head vcscsfhajlvokkjdf

A ship I have with said character: listen. listen. i will stan lightningdash until the day i die- but limestonedust is also cute.

A BROTP I have with said character: i imagine her having this super funny relationship with spitfire, almost team rocket and ash style.

A NOTP I have with said character: listen. i cannot visualise her with a dude i just cant

A random headcanon: i dont care what anyone says if she was a human shed have a mullet

General Opinion over said character: fam we dont have enough time, pages or sanity to cover my love for lightning. ive already written like three essays on her and her treatment dont get me started.

[linafication]

HARICOT HERETIC BACKSTORY POST!!!

copy & pasting this from discord with some small edits so it might be a little tangential <3

ok so when they were yknow. still an Alive Human Person they lived in this secluded town built concerningly close to a nuclear power plant. that’s a very inadvisable place to build a town, but lotsa fucked up shit happens here in hhvcd-land so whatever <3 basically haricot was just some kid for a while. they were a lil wack tho & caused a *lot* of trouble, being *very* naturally curious & just. fuckign around & finding out. they were also pretty obsessed with plants & nature, but not in a “i grow pretty flowers & know the latin names of anything with leaves” kind of way. more in a “i will let these wild vines grow through my room. I may try to breed these two dangerous plants together into an even bigger more dangerous abomination plant.” basically. plant mad scientist who doesn't even really know the science. over the years, they start noticing some weird shit happening around town, specifically with the plant life around. they suspect it’s from the power plant & try to let everyone else know about it, but lich rally everyone insists that it’s all good & they’ll be protected. except a couple of their peers. they grow closest to a girl named alder kane, who’s also noticed the problems issues, but while alder really wants the rest of the town to get out of their heads & actually solve the problem, haricot really just wants to prove the townspeople wrong. (alder & haricot also may or may not be girlfriends <3 they r both branded heretics & do (minor because alder is a coward /j) crimes together thats pretty lesbians) they’re fascinated by the effect the radiation is having on the environment, & kinda just wants to fuck with it more. alder & haricot (joined by a few others) publicly try to convince the other citizens of their town to pay attention to the growing contamination & do something about it. but when they refuse to listen yet again, haricot gathers the group & proposes an idea: break into the power plant. let loose some real evidence. the rest of the group quickly shut this down. if they fuck around & trespass, they could potentially destroy the whole town. haricot doesn’t care. they want to prove the townspeople wrong, whatever the cost. the contamination is spreading no matter what, & if they’re gonna all die from the chemicleas, they want to decide when it happens. if they’re gonna go out, they wanna go out with the most dramatic bang the world has ever seen. ey tells the group that they’re going through with eir plan anyways. everyone else tries to talk them out of it, but this just results in a massive argument. the argument ends with haricot storming out & running off towards the power plant’s entrance a couple miles away. they break in & start sneaking around through the plant & into the vast tunnels that stretch back to under their town. after poking around for a little while though, they realize they’re not alone. alder had followed them there in hopes of stopping them. there’s a dramatic fight sort of thing which begins with alder doing one of those good guy speeches & haricot just being evil, but alder quickly (& dramatically) realizes haricot is too stubborn to change, & their argument escalates into a physical fight as haricot continues to dramatically explain eir plan while beginning the steps to initiate some kind of reactor overload. alder realizes that stopping haricot will make her a hero, & tells haricot this. they only respond with laughter & excitement. by saying that defeating them would make her a hero, she’s only cemented their place as a villain. haricot has never felt so alive.

near the end of this heated battle after lots of dramatic (yet pretty one-sided) banter (alder isn't that good at witty mid-battle banter, being a hero and all), alder finally has haricot at her mercy, dangling over a big ole reactor sort of thing. they expected haricot to try & save themselves. maybe even beg for their life. but haricot only reaches to pull the lever, activating the final step of the instant overload thing they’ve been initiating throughout the whole fight. they manage to activate it, which of course immediately starts causing everything to shake, & haricot’s grip is weakened, causing them to fall into the reactor right as it explodes. they later wake up face-down in a lower laboratory level with a strange feeling under their skin...

[ibelongtowrath]

Come Find Me - Mammon x Reader

reuploading cause of tags lol let’s hope they work this time, also sorry i forgot to put the “read more” oop

Tags/Warnings: angst, lots of angst & mild cursing Word Count: 3.9k Notes: I tried switching perspectives, which are indicated by the dashed lines. I hope it doesn't make it too confusing! I was listening to “Give You Up” by Asking Alexandria, like really listening to the lyrics when I was smacked in the face struck by inspiration for some angsty Mammon. So, as I do, I dreamed up a scenario. This took me so long to write, and holy crap. Hope you love it!

Lyrics taken from 'Give You Up' by Asking Alexandria. 

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11 months later.

“I wasted so much time on wasting time Made a million excuses, told myself I'm above it Now there's symphony where there used to be Nothing but silence, and I'm never gonna give you up”

Pulling open the closet door to find that one shirt you remember buying, but can’t for the life of you remember where it is, you wince. Clothes and shoes are strewn everywhere, organization severely neglected as of late. You hadn’t really been inspired to straighten out your mess, not since--

No. You shake your head, suppressing the memories. Not now, not for a long time...until it stops feeling like a hot knife is carving your heart in half whenever his name flashes across your mind.

Your eyes scan and assess the mess, landing on a black duffel bag shoved into the corner, emblazoned with an all-too-familiar gold badge. Your eyes close briefly, letting the familiar icy pain wash over you, as if you’ve been walking into the winter ocean until your entire body is submerged. You stare at the bag until your vision blurs, surprised to find yourself blinking away tears as you come back to reality.

You told yourself you wouldn’t leave the Devildom with any regrets, but you did.

“Okay. Well. We’re just going to deal with this now, and bury it,” you tell yourself, needing to hear yourself say it out loud as your own affirmation.

It was finally time to face the anguish head on, instead of compartmentalizing it, telling yourself you would process it eventually. Picking up the bag, you slowly back out of the closet, a torrent of emotions beginning to well up inside you, threatening to wreak havoc. You close your eyes. Breathe, Y/N, breathe. Step back, and lean against the wall, subdue the onslaught.

Tossing the bag onto your bed, you sit beside it, hand reaching slowly to grasp the zipper. Once undone, you reach inside and pull out your R.A.D uniform, skimming the small buttons embedded in the stitching. You smile softly as you remember Asmo pouting every time you complained about how ill-fitting it was. Your hand moves to the golden R.A.D. medallion, your fingers dancing over the hard, intricately grooved surface.

Folding the uniform and setting it aside, you reach into the bag once more, fingers brushing something hard and flat. Confused, you lift your hand, finding yourself grasping your D.D.D.. Your eyes study the yellow smart phone, remembering how he insisted...Fuck. The memories begin to crash into the forefront of your mind.

“Wait, Lucifer, ya gotta give her a yellow one! She’s gotta match with me! N-not that it’s all that important or anything...” Mammon blushed, looking down towards the floor.

“I-I just think...yellow’s a good color to have. That’s all. Symbolizes a lot ‘a different good things. Luck, lotsa Grimm...thank me later.”

You didn’t know it at the time, but that was the start of your undoing.

You came to the Devildom harboring resentment. Why the hell did you have to get uprooted from your life to serve someone else’s agenda? And not only that, but you had to live with seven fallen demon brothers, many of whom barely hesitated as they considered killing you. But...then there was Mammon.

It was always him, even when you refused to acknowledge it. The first demon you made a pact with. You slide your shirt down your arm, glancing at your now-bare shoulder, remembering the slight jolt of electricity as the sigil was emblazoned into your skin. You smile softly as you remember his persistent boasting, nearly on a daily basis:

“I’m Y/N’s first man! So get your paws off her!”

Mammon. Always so stand-offish about his feelings, but so were you. That resentment you bore dug deep into your core. Your heart was indifferent. You challenged Lucifer and the other demons without inhibition, consistently getting yourself nearly killed. You disobeyed the rules and expectations designated to you as one of the representatives of the human world. You did it all with no qualms about the potential consequences, even if it could have resulted in your death. You had given up. You didn’t give a fuck anymore, so bring it on.

They all gave a fuck about you, though, even if it was mostly because Lord Diavolo forbade the killing of the human students. But Mammon…

It was more than that for him. He grabbed your hand in the face of danger, thinking he could protect you. Despite his constant denial of how he felt for you, you could see it. Not only that, your feelings mirrored his; but you were so stubborn, you were headstrong. You were not going to let yourself fall, especially not for the Avatar of Greed. You had convinced yourself that he would be a selfish lover, always putting himself first. All he would do is take from you. After all, the demon was in love with his goddamn credit card.

You were so wrong.

Turning the phone over and over in your hands aimlessly, you remember it all. How easy it was for you to keep falling back into the darkness within you, the anger and resentment you bore deep in your heart. It was easy, it was familiar. Until...

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Mammon remembers that night. He’s replayed so many times in his head, there isn’t a single detail he can’t remember.

As usual, his brothers teased him relentlessly; this time, they had gone too far.

“Oh! Y/N, I dropped my fork by your foot, would you mind being a dear and grabbing it for me?” Asmo asked, innocently enough.

Mammon had looked up upon hearing your name. He watched as you bent down and struggled to pick up the dropped fork, too far away to grab from your seat. His gaze remained on you as you stood, bending behind you to pick it up; then, Asmo lifting his hand to give you a playful slap on the ass. Then back to you, your beautiful lips upturned in a playful, flirty smile as you laughed and handed Asmo the fork.

Mammon’s anger blazed, his vision tinged red. It was like a knee-jerk reaction, the movements required no thought. He stood from his chair, nearly kicking it in, half-eaten plate of food abandoned. Wordlessly, he took his leave, the torrent of emotions welled up inside threatening to erupt. He knew it wasn’t a good idea to react, that it was only going to add more fuel to the fire for their teasing.

But he didn’t care. They took it too far, touching his human like that. He had laid his claim for you thousands of times, spelled it out, and everyone knew. Yet, it didn’t stop them. Mammon was forever the brother ridiculed and mocked most, despite being the second-oldest; his brothers’ contempt for him was never-ending. The constant jeers and derision about himself and his sin, he had put up with for millennia; but their taunting and blatant disregard of his feelings for you?

He couldn’t stand it any longer.

Mammon was on autopilot, barely feeling the movements as he walked swiftly throughout the halls of the House of Lamentation. He doesn’t even recall if he took a single breath on his journey back to his bedroom. He gripped the doorknob of his room, knuckles turning white as he nearly ripped it out while turning it. He stepped inside, slamming the door with a residual bang!, so loud that surely even Lord Diavolo could hear it in his castle.

His feet moved him to his bed, where he sat on the edge, head in his hands. He clenched his jaw, hard, in an attempt to subdue the anger pulsing within him. It wasn’t only anger, however, that was welled up inside. There was humiliation, resentment, and feelings of hopelessness; all directed at himself. Mammon clenched harder, hands beginning to shake as the emotions swelled furiously.

No matter what he did, he felt like he failed. He felt an overwhelming desire to protect what was his, and he had even failed at that. Mammon isn’t sure how long he stayed that way, caught in the middle of the emotional thunderstorm, staring at his hands but not actually seeing.

In his trance, he barely heard the knock on his door; three light taps, then one loud one. Your signature knock. It didn’t even register in his mind. He wishes he looked up to see you when you walked across his room to his bed. He only noticed when you grabbed his arm, gently, in that way your touch always was. He lifted his head slowly, the feelings of hopelessness finally starting to ebb when his melancholy gaze met your serene one.

There you stood, in all your beautiful glory. Your hair hung in glossy rivulets down your back, a stray piece hanging in front of your face; Mammon wanted nothing more than to reach up and tuck it behind your ear. Your face, your beautiful face, wore an expression that simultaneously made his heart race and feel peaceful.

“Mammon.”

You spoke his name, and in those two syllables, and he knew. He knew your soul shined so brightly in the darkness of the Devildom. He knew you were the light to all of his darkness within.

He knew he was irrevocably in love with you.

Mammon felt your grip tighten on his arm, ever so slightly. He stood before you, realizing your close proximity, and immediately felt the heat rush to his cheeks, tinting them with a rosy blush.

“Y-yeah? What do ya want, Y/N?” he asked, looking off to the side. He reached his arm up, rubbing the back of his head. “Sheesh, you didn’t even tell me you were comin’. A little advanced notice would be nice, ya know.”

You didn’t even answer. Before he could react, you had pulled Mammon into a hug, your arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

“Wha-?!” Mammon yelped. “Just what do you think you’re doin’, human?!”

He recoiled at first, arms hanging down at his sides, unfamiliar with the feeling of such affection...such love. Rarely was he ever shown such things, especially from his brothers. He hesitantly reached his arms up, wrapping them around your body, the soft texture of your hair under his fingers.

He leaned his head down, his cheek resting on the top of your head while he stroked your hair.

And then, you said it. You spoke the words that made him come undone completely.

“I love you, Mammon.”

Mammon’s body stilled for a moment. It felt as though his heart had stopped completely. The words caught in his throat, unable to speak, fingers threaded into your hair. He felt you squeeze him harder, turning your head to look up at him. His eyes met yours.

You had come here to the Devildom, and at first, Mammon was indifferent. He would have gladly sold your possessions for some extra cash with no hesitation. He insulted you, he acted like an arrogant fool. You did risky things, you talked back. And yet, you somehow were able to make your way into his ice-cold, tsundere heart.

He sunk back down to the edge of the bed, pulling you towards him. You sat upon his lap, legs on either side of his waist. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing you flush to him, fingers splayed across your back. He pushed your hair to the side, burying his head into your neck, lips against your soft skin. All he wanted in that moment was to breathe you in. He swallowed, pressing a kiss into your neck, hoping, praying that you wouldn’t react negatively.

It’s hard to remember the exact sequence that followed. The only thing Mammon knows is your lips pressed against his in a deep kiss, causing his eyes to widen in surprise. He pulled away, grinning, then kissed you again, and again, and again, his hands roaming under your shirt, across your back.

“Shit, Y/N. I guess you have me feeling some type-a way, too,” he whispered, kissing and biting the delicate skin of your neck, an overwhelming desire to leave his mark on you.

It hadn’t gone any further that night, and Mammon had been okay with it. He had walked you back to your room, grabbing you and kissing you deeply before you went in. He was sure the grin hadn’t left his face the entire rest of the night.

It was essentially the way you and Mammon had spent your final weeks in the Devildom. Stolen kisses here and there. Grabbing your hand in the hallways of R.A.D., lacing his fingers through yours. Spending the entire night together, not sleeping, watching movies on his projector or him teaching you how to play poker. Buying you little gifts using Goldie, much to Lucifer’s chagrin. He wanted to give you all that he could, to provide for you.

He held you close whenever he got the opportunity, stroking your hair, ingraining every feeling of your touch into his memory so he would never forget. He knew he was running out of time to be yours, to give you all of him. Mammon had never been so happy.

Then, that fateful day arrived. The day you were going back to the human world.

Mammon could hardly look at you when the time came, too afraid his emotions would well to the surface and tip over. He finally lifted his gaze to yours, thousands of unspoken words etched into the space between you, visible only to you and he. You had never spoken of a plan for the future, too painful to think about. He regretted all the time wasted, kicking himself for not telling you his feelings sooner.

Maybe then, you wouldn’t have left at all.

Mammon didn’t embrace you before the ceremony to transport you back began, knowing that once he did, he would never be able to let you go. He watched the light flash, as bright as your beautiful soul, taking you away with it, leaving nothing in its wake. The pain of losing you was like a knife plunged deep into his heart, twisting back and forth.

And then, you were gone.

Gone.

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Gone.

And then, Mammon was gone.

“Mammon.”

You speak his name out loud, for the first time since you had arrived back. You still for a second, the unfamiliar syllables passing over your lips. You hope he’ll appear suddenly, as if summoned. But of course, he doesn’t.

And he never will, not again.

The tears fall freely now, a gut-wrenching sob wracking your body. The anguish crashes over you as all the emotions and pent-up grief finally break through the dam you had built deep inside. You fall to the side of your bed, gripping the D.D.D. tightly, knuckles turning white from the effort, as if the phone holds the power to bring Mammon back to you.

You’re unsure of how much time passes before the tears finally begin to subside, opening your eyes once more, adjusting to the sudden brightness; the feeling of it unwelcome, as you had learned to cherish the dark in the Devildom. The false sense of comforting dark you felt when you closed your eyes was erased each morning with the unrelenting rise of the sun.

You lift your hand, the yellow phone still gripped tightly within. And in a moment of hopefulness, or desperation (perhaps both), you press a button, gasping as the phone lights up. Though you shouldn’t be surprised; you remember Mammon telling you he put a spell on it so that it would hold a charge long after you took it off the charger, essentially always staying on.

So you could talk to him whenever you needed it.

Fingers moving faster than your brain can compute, you open your messages with Mammon, feeling the knife twist in your gut once more as you scroll through them. You shake your head furiously, willing yourself to stop, and focus. Your fingers dance across the digital keyboard as you compose a new message.

I love you, Mammon. Come find me.

Send. You hear the all-too-familiar whoosh sound of the message sending, watching it pop up onto the screen.You stare at the phone for God knows how long, willing a notification to sound off, unsure of why you’re feeling so hopeful.

The reply never comes.

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Mammon stares at his phone in disbelief. He reads the message, then stands, beginning to pace around the room. He has to be seeing things. He has to be. He’s convinced.

There is no way he just received a message from you, in the human world. Especially not one telling him that you love him and to come find you.

His fingers fly across the screen, furiously typing a reply to you, pressing send.

Error! Retry?

“What?!” Mammon exclaims, pressing “retry” over and over and over again.

Error! Retry?

Error! Retry?

Error! Retry?

“This piece ‘a junk!” he yells, furious. The feeling of anguish washes over him as he realizes you won’t get a reply from him, picturing you sad yet hopeful, staring at your screen. He finds himself leaving his room, legs moving automatically as they bring him to the large double doors of the last place he ever wants to be.

“Oi! Lucifer! Open up right now! It’s an emergency!” Mammon yells, pounding on the door.

Hearing an exasperated sigh on the other side of the doors, Mammon continues to pound relentlessly.

“Lucifer! Open up-” Mammon’s words are cut off as Lucifer opens the door, a pained expression on his face.

“How can I help you, Mammon?” Lucifer asks, oozing contempt.

Mammon storms past him into the office, beginning to open up drawers, sorting through files of papers.

“Lucifer! Where the heck’s Y/N’s info? I need it. Where is it?!”

“Mammon,” Lucifer replies cooly, “what is this all about?”

“It’s Y/N! She texted me! She texted me from the human world. Can ya believe it?! She told me to come find her. I have to go to her, Lucifer, I have to!”

“Mammon, calm down. Explain everything to me.”

Mammon shoves the phone in Lucifer’s face, panic etched into his voice as he recounts the story, impatience creeping in to his demeanor. He has to get to you, and he has to get to you now.

Lucifer nods, holding his gloved hand under his chin as he thinks aloud.

“Mammon, you will have to be patient. I will speak to Diavolo, and see if he will grant you permission to leave the Devildom for a few days. Unfortunately, we do not have an exact location for Y/N. I can only give you the general area of where she lives. You will have to hope that she has remained living there, or close to the area.”

“What?! What are ya tryin’ to say, that I won’t be able to find her?!” Mammon yells in disbelief. “Of course I’ll find her. She told me to! And I can’t wait, I gotta get to her now! I can’t text her back, can’t let her know I got it…”

“I know how important she is to you, Mammon,” Lucifer says, nodding his head.

“Like hell ya do! Have you ever loved anyone that much? Or anything?”

“Mammon. I will speak to Diavolo immediately, and he will set everything in motion. It is still likely you will have to wait until at least tomorrow morning.”

“Tomorrow morning…,” Mammon repeats, trailing off. “Y/N, I’m comin’ to ya. Just hang on one more day. Please, babe…”

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You find yourself at your favorite mall the next day, hardly remembering the drive there, as if you were on autopilot.

As you enter, you stand still for a moment, closing your eyes and inhaling briefly, taking in the sounds: the tinny music filtering through the speakers, other shoppers exclaiming to one another over a new collection in a store, somebody sipping their iced coffee noisily.

You had told Mammon about coming here quite often during those last few weeks. One night in particular, the two of you had lain on his bed, holding one another close, telling each other everything. You hadn’t cared if it was trivial, you wanted to know everything there was to know. Often, you had imagined coming with him here; holding hands, dragging him into all your favorite stores, trying on clothes.

Now, that will never happen.

You shake the negative thought from your mind, fighting as you feel the corners of your lips begin to tug downwards. Turning yourself to the right, you decide to head to your favorite bubble tea stand, smiling softly to yourself. Another memory you had shared with Mammon. Rounding the corner, a figure hunched over on the soft bench near the bubble tea stand stops you dead in your tracks.

Tousled white hair, orange-tinted lenses in his glasses. A brown leather jacket, striped with white across and at the collar, a fitted black t-shirt underneath.

No. No way. Your mind is playing tricks on you, Y/N, you think to yourself.

You walk hesitantly up to him, stopping a few feet away, watching as he notices your shoes, then moves his head up to meet your gaze, that adorable lopsided grin tugging at his lips as he stands.

“Knew I’d find ya here, Y/N. Lucifer didn’t believe me, that jerk,” he drawls.

“M-...Mammon?!” you exclaim, not caring who hears. You barely feel the movements as you throw yourself into his embrace. “H-how?!”

“Ya told me to come find ya. So I found ya.”

Gripping the collar of his jacket tightly, you lay your head on his chest, tears streaming furiously down your face. Mammon lifts your head, cupping your cheeks, wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

“Hey, hey. No tears ruinin’ that pretty face. Unless they’re happy tears. In which case, cry away, I guess. But your makeups’ runnin’ down your face,” Mammon tells you, and you grin through them.

“How did you know to find me here?” you ask him as you pull away, brushing more tears away as you swallow.

“I remembered you tellin’ me about it. How you liked to come here when you weren’t feelin’ all that great,” he answers, draping an arm over your shoulder. “I tried to answer ya back, but my stupid D.D.D. wouldn’t let me. I thought ya might be sad, so I figured I’d try ya here.”

You laugh, grin growing wider.

“I love you, Mammon.”

He pulls you into another tight embrace, pressing you flush to him, lips crashing against yours in a deep kiss. You close your eyes, savoring every second of it before pulling away, eyes wide. You laugh once more as he pulls you close to him again, gasping a bit in surprise as his tongue darts out to dance with yours.

“Mammon, we’re in public!” you hiss, though you’re smiling against his lips.

“Don’t care,” Mammon retorts, kissing you again. “I have ya here with me now. And I ain’t ever gonna give you up. Never again.”

“In my darkest of days I've got a light now to show me the way It's like I've found my place And the world doesn't feel the same”