#oh and when one of the altar boys was like 'I think I killed my mom' and Bev's minion was like 'yeah I did a lot of bad things too' 😂

[mangocheesecakes]

finished midnight mass. It was hilarious to the last episode

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Don't Kill My Vibe

Title: Don’t Kill My Vibe

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Clark Kent x BestFriend!Black!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7K

Summary: You help Clark ease the pain of his broken heart.

Warnings: mention of a breakup, recreational drug use (marijuana), friends-to-lovers trope, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p-in-v sex, creampie, mention of bodily fluids

A/N: This is an AU where Clark Kent is not superpowered and Superman does not exist. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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It wasn’t the first time Clark asked to try some bud, but it was the most pathetic. His gorgeous blue eyes were puffy from crying over that woman. As much as you wanted to say, “I told you so," you didn’t want him to feel any worse about the failed relationship with his reporter beau, Lois Lane.

And yet again, you think to yourself, ‘Fuck Lois Lane’.

When he showed up at your place an hour ago in sweatpants, sneakers, and a button-up pullover, you were surprised to see he opted for something other than his normal flannel and jeans. His hair was mussed, and he avoided eye contact with you. Something was wrong.

You dragged him into your apartment, turning down your Spotify playlist on the Bluetooth speakers so you could talk over the mellow tunes. While you flopped down on your couch, Clark sat down slowly and sighed.

You were already elevated, having taken a couple of puffs from your blue and red glass bowl earlier, so you were struggling to pay attention to everything he was saying. You tried to put on your “I’m not high” face and nod enough, saying “Oh wow” occasionally. But, in actuality, your eyes were as red as the Devil’s dick, and Clark wasn’t stupid.

His eyes looked from yours to the tray on the coffee table that held your various assortments of smoking apparatus, grinder, lighter, and stash box. Leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees, he motioned his chin toward everything and said, “I know you’ve said no a million times, but I could use an escape. And before you say no again, know I’ve tried all the tricks in the book to get over somebody, and nothing is working.” 

“I have a feeling there’s another thing you haven’t tried either, but whatever,” you rattled on, waving off his confused expression. “Fine. It should be illegal for you to use those puppy eyes when asking me for something, by the way.”

So here you are, preparing a strawberry cone for you and Clark to share. You were always weird about people using your favorite bowl. You also figure that for a first-timer, it would be the easiest for him to start with. Twisting the end after filling the cone, you reach for the lighter and ashtray.

“First things first,” you purr, using your phone to turn the music up. “Now, watch what I do. I’m going to draw the smoke into my mouth and then hold it for a few seconds, or as long as I can, before blowing it back out. Ready?”

Clark nods as he turns toward you, tucking one leg under the other. Now that you have his full attention, you suddenly feel flustered. Casting your eyes downward, you take the cone into your mouth and light the end. You inhale deeply and take it out of your mouth. Savoring the citrus flavor of the strain, your tongue licks your lips, and you exhale. 

You close your eyes and take a few breaths. After a moment, you hear Clark’s voice breaking through your haze: “Everything good?”

Your eyes pop open, and just like nothing happened, you perk up. Handing him the cone, you blink as he holds it like someone who has never smoked. You’ve known Clark long enough that you have a suspicion that is probably true for him. 

He’s polite, almost to a fault. He screams Boy Scout, altar boy, and ‘promise ring’ all at the same time. What can you say? Clark was a good boy. And you were getting him high. You little devil! 

Clark takes a short pull from the pink-colored joint and manages to hold it for about two seconds, then attempts to exhale. A small plume escapes his mouth, he inhales sharply and has a coughing fit. You take the joint back before he drops it and sit it in the ashtray.

Rubbing his back, you try to talk him through catching his breath. You grab your water bottle and hold the straw to his mouth when he nods his thanks. He sips the water, then clears his throat loudly, burping up a bit of smoke. He laughs quickly as he sees it exit his mouth, reminding you of a little surprised dragon.

“That was fun,” he sputters, his voice deeper than usual.

“It gets easier, Clark. Trust me, coughing is normal. And most of the time, coughing gets you higher,” you laugh, picking up the joint to take another hit.

You inhale, exhaling into the air, and hold it out for Clark to take again. He sips from your water bottle and gives it to you in exchange for the joint.

Holding it between two fingers, he brings it to his lips. You watch his mouth curl around the tip, and your brain conjures up the vision of what else that boy’s mouth can do. He takes the joint out of his mouth, holding his breath for a few seconds, then blows it out slowly. He gives it back to you and leans back against the couch.

“I don’t think I feel any different yet. How long does it take to kick in?” he asks, crossing his arms and pouting.

It being his first time, he is completely unaware that he is already high. His body language is different; Clark Kent doesn’t slouch even a little. He also certainly doesn’t fidget; his hands suddenly become very interested in the material of his pullover.

“You’ll feel it sooner than you think,” you mumble, the joint between your lips as you speak.

Twenty minutes later, Clark tells you exactly what the last straw was that ended his relationship with Lois. He pauses to take a hit, handing it back to you as he exhales. “But it was always whatever she wanted. I treat her like a queen. And she goes and blows Jimmy-fucking-Olsen. Then she lies about it after Jimmy comes clean to me. I…,” he trails off, looking over at you and shaking his head as he laughs.

“What?” you question when you realize he stops talking.

“Nothing. I just… I think I’m high,” he giggles, the corners of his eyes wrinkling when he smiles at you.

“Besides being high, can you describe how you feel?” You press, wanting to know just how high he is.

“I feel lighter. Clear…er? Is it clearer or more clear? Whatever. I think I also just figured out how I want to finish that article on The Wayne Foundation,” he explains, leaning back so he is lying on his back with his head on your lap. “Is this ok? Your lap looked so comfortable,” he wonders aloud, looking up at you.

That’s when you realize three fundamental truths at the same time. 

1. Clark is single. 

2. Clark is literally in your lap.

3. The crush you have on Clark is swiftly turning into lustful infatuation.

Bringing yourself back to the present, you smile at him and say, “Yeah, of course it’s ok.” You focus on the heat radiating from your best friend as he makes himself comfortable so close to your thirsty pussy. 

“You are the best,” he replies, closing his eyes as your hand finds its way into his curls.

“This cool?” you dare, hoping that you can continue to push the boundary between friendship and something more.

As if the groan from the back of his throat wasn’t enough, he voices his satisfaction. “More than cool. I love having my hair played with. Feel free to go to town on me.”

Oh, the importance of phrasing.

This man is not going to make it easy on you.

You’re explaining to Clark about that episode of Bob’s Burgers where Bob and Linda accidentally get high after eating cookies laced with marijuana at their accountant’s office. “So, anyway. Bob, Linda, and the accountant build a pillow fort from the cushions on his couch, and somehow it makes them feel safer which I get because pillow forts were the height of safety when we were kids. And sometimes, people feel safer thinking about the simplicity of their childhood,” you rattle on, leaning forward to grab your water bottle and forgetting about Clark’s head, which is still very much in your lap.

An oomph is spoken into your boobs, and you shoot straight up to a standing position and knock Clark off your lap and onto the floor. 

“Shit!” he cries from his spot on the floor.

“Fuck, Clark! I’m so sorry! Are you ok?” You cringe, your hand touching your forehead as you watch him pull himself up.

“Hey, hey. It’s cool, I’m fine,” he reassures, his hand grabbing yours to take it away from your face. With the other hand, he grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger. Tilting your head up, he smiles and counters, “Are you ok?”

Yeah. Fine. My tits were just thrust into your face for a bit there. Oh, and you have no idea that I like you. And that pesky curl is falling into your pretty eyes again. And your handsome face is close enough to-

One second, you’re staring at his smile; the next second, you’re attacking his mouth with yours. His lips are just as pillowy and soft as they look. At first, the kiss is timid. Surprise gives way to need as he deepens the kiss. His tongue seeks solace as it slides against the seam of your lips. Granting him entry, he licks into your mouth like an explorer discovering new lands. 

His hands find their way to your hips, bringing you impossibly close. He feasts on every whimper that leaves you, peppering in some moans of his own. This is the kiss of a man waiting for a moment like this. At least, that’s how it feels.

Begrudgingly, you slowly break away from Clark. His kiss-swollen pink lips beg to be reunited with yours, but you must prove this is real. You look up into his dilated eyes, noting how blue is almost completely taken over by black. 

You open your mouth to speak, but Clark beats you to it.

“Unless you are about to tell me you don’t want this, please just kiss me again,” he breathes, resting his forehead against yours. “I don’t know what’s more intoxicating. This drug or having you so close to me.”

Instead of worrying about what this means, you throw caution to the wind. Tilting your head, you slot your lips with his, devouring the subtle whimper that escapes him. From nervous to commanding, you feel Clark’s demeanor change as his hands wander over your body.

He picks you up by the waist, your legs instinctually wrapping around him. With you in his arms, he walks blindly to your bedroom. Once he lays you down, he covers your body with his. The hard length against your mound gives you pause, but you quickly recover as you angle your hips to meet his.

Clark breaks the kiss to sit up and remove his pullover and shirt. A pink hue dusts his cheeks as he watches you scan his torso while you bite your lip. Leaning down, he tugs at the hem of your shirt, wanting you to get rid of it. 

You oblige, now topless in front of your best friend for the first time. You don’t have time to freak out over that information because Clark hooks his fingers in your leggings, his eyes begging for permission. You raise your hips, and he pulls them down your legs along with your underwear. 

You sit up as he chucks his sweatpants, his heavy erection now visible. Your first thought is, “Now that is a pretty dick.”

“Thank you,” he says, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?” You wonder aloud, already knowing the answer.

Clark smiles, nodding at you before coaxing you to lay back. He sinks between your legs, holding them open to kiss your thighs. He teases you a bit, licking and nipping at your mound and outer labia until you wiggle your hips and whine. 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Patience, please,” he cautions, shaking his head at you. He winks at you, diving fully into your snatch and sucking your clit between his lips. 

You throw your head back in ecstasy as his tongue slides over your swollen button. Humming while sucking on your nub is a fucking power move, and your hands tangle in his hair. You dig your heels into his back as he laps up the juices that accumulate at your entrance. Looking down at him as he worships at the altar of your body, you are taken aback as he peeks up at you over your mound.

With your eyes locked on each other, he watches as he tips you right over the edge. He groans into your pussy, his mouth and chin soaked, as your walls contract around nothing. The euphoria of being high mixes with the joy of being with someone new for the first time.

But this isn’t just anybody; this was your best friend. Warmth and comfort exist between you, allowing you to feel safe enough to fall and that Clark will catch you.

You come down as he plants a kiss on your mound, grazing his lips up your tummy. When he is back above your face, he runs the tip of his dick across your wet folds. He maintains eye contact while he slides in for the first time. 

Once he is fully seated inside you, he lets you adjust to his size before he withdraws slightly and thrusts forward. The wet squelch of your pussy and the smack of your bodies against one another are music to your ears. Clark’s grunts as he fucks into you only fuel your impending second climax.

“Fuck, you feel so good. Too good. Not going to last long,” he warns, sitting up on his knees as his hands go to your waist. Throwing his head back, he growls and picks up the pace, using your body like his personal fucktoy.

Your back arches as he repeatedly hits that hidden bundle of nerves. A searing fire erupts in your belly as your cunt clamps down on his dick, spasming and coating it with your cream.

“Good girl! That’s it. Fucking come for me, just like that,” he encourages. “Oh, shit. I’m right fucking behind you. Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuck.”

You lock your legs around his waist, keeping him right where he is as his dick spasms and fills you to the brim. Your hands smooth down his big chest, feeling the muscles ripple as he comes down from what is probably the most intense orgasm he has ever felt. He stills soon enough, breathing back to normal as his softening length slips from you.

Flopping down next to you, Clark wraps an arm around you. You curl into his side, an arm across his stomach, and a leg thrown over his. Contented silence fills the room as you both take in this unforeseen turn of events.

Clark’s hand makes idle patterns on your back as you lay on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You close your eyes for only a moment, missing Clark smiling at you. He gives you a quick peck on the top of your head, causing you to tilt your head to meet his eyes.

“You hungry?” you guess, feeling a bit peckish yourself.

“Yes!” he exclaims.

“Good. I know a great place down the street that makes the best samosas. Does Indian food sound good?” you ask, already tasting the rich spices of the food.

“Sounds perfect,” he says, picking up his arm to let you get up from the bed to grab your phone, watching your hips sway as you walk out to the other room.

Once back in bed, you order various dishes for the both of you. While you wait for the food, you pass a joint back and forth and steal a kiss or two. You decide there is plenty of time for you and Clark to talk. There is no use in killing the vibe for heavy stuff.

With the way Clark is looking at you, there’s not much to talk about anyway. 

🍃The End🍃

A/N: I would love to know what you think!!! Feedback is appreciated!

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[silverwhittlingknife]

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“Nobody is going to die here,” Dick says, trying to project a confidence he doesn’t feel.

If this were the Titans, he’d probably get some acknowledgement.  Titans together.  A clap on the shoulder.  Something.  But it’s not the Titans, so instead Cass Cain flicks a glance at him and then goes back to scowling at the wall, and Jason says, “Would you fucking quit it with the inspirational speeches, leader-boy?” and Tim says, “I think we should prioritize getting Dick out,” as if Dick isn’t even here.

“I’m fine,” Dick says.  Because he is. Mostly.  It’s not like it’s exactly fun to get whipped and then tied to an ominous black altar in a room with no obvious doors after successfully talking a cult into deciding you’re the optimum sacrifice of their four captives.  But it’s certainly better than the alternative scenario in which the Dark Leader Whatsisface had listened to Tim’s pitch.

“Weakness in the wall,” Cass says.  “…Here.”

“Yeah, weak walls would be great, if we had C4,” Jason says.  “Except for the part where we don’t have C4, because somebody took my stash and my helmet.  Some fucking insufferable team of fucking idiots who like to mind everybody else’s business—”

“Kick, maybe,” Cass says to Tim, who’s still trying to pick the lock on one of Dick’s manacles.

Tim frowns.  “I don’t think even you can kick a wall hard enough to—”

“Not… the wall.  Kick him,” Cass says, nodding at Jason.

“Oh fuck you very much,” Jason says, with more heat than Dick expects.  Jason’s edgy, beneath all the bluffing, and it’s hard to tell why, because although the situation admittedly isn’t great the countdown timer still has half an hour to go before the cult starts punching whatever buttons outside the room that will set Dick on fire—or get him eaten by a dragon, it hadn’t been very clear through the chanting.

Anyway.  They have time, even if Cass’s shoulders are tense and Tim’s face is strained and Dick’s back is killing him—they strapped him with his back down after the beating, and he’s trying not to think about the likelihood of blood stains on this altar thing—and the sweat from the heat is getting in his eyes.

A hand.  Tim’s wiped the sweat away, which is both a comfort and kind of humiliating.  Tim’s lips are pinched—he’s furious at Dick, it’s obvious, only not acting on it because they’re in front of Jason and Tim, at least, understands the importance of presenting a united front.  So it’ll be a fight, once they get out, but Dick’s not sorry.  If he’s totally honest, he’s a little angry himself.  Trust me, Tim had muttered, when they all first got grabbed, and then he’d raised his voice and asked to speak privately to the leader, and Dick only realized too late what he’d been after, when the cultists came back and explained how Red Robin was going to be their sacrifice to the dragon-god and everyone else could live and watch in order to marvel at their lord’s demonic glory or whatever.

“Cass, listen,” Tim says.  "I think if you help me with the manacles—”

“No,” Cass says.  Tim’s been trying to get her to come back to the altar to mess with Dick’s bindings; Cass has been ignoring him.  A splinter in an otherwise seamless partnership.

"If you put pressure on the other side while I pick the lock," Tim says.

"No," Cass snaps. Cass doesn’t believe in united fronts, Jason or no Jason—Dick should know, she once threw him into a wall—but Dick doesn’t think she’s actually mad at Tim, just impatient.  “Manacles broken, not broken… doesn’t matter. No good if we’re still here.  Need to get out.  Then Nightwing.”

“I vote we leave him here, actually,” Jason says.  

“Jason, shut up,” Tim says.

“What, is this suddenly not a democracy? Do I not have the right to an opinion? Are you against voting, Replacement?”

[loversofthegrave]

What are some of your fave wincest fics?

Oh I'm so glad you asked anon! I am always looking for fic recs so I'm sure some followers will appreciate this little one here;

(in no particular order)

try asking by applecrumbledore

“Jerry says he saw them going at it in the back of that car of theirs outside Atlanta last year, I swear to God.”

“Listen, man, I don’t like them either, but that’s a low blow. Jerry’s a fucking pervert.”

outside POV ftw

other brothers by homo_pink

A callow boy can go from infancy to someone’s lover in the space of two wildflower summers.

Another outside POV but this writer I kneel at the altar for, absolute perfection. Read all their work, you're in for a treat

Howls in my bones by weefaol

When John gets a call to investigate a series of grisly animal killings, he drops Sam and Dean at an abandoned cabin two towns over. The boys find ways to keep busy — playing cards, watching movies, chopping wood — but with a howling winter storm on the way, there’s nowhere for Sam to hide his illicit feelings for his older brother.

As the lure of desire threatens to devour him, Sam must learn to face the wolves that lurk outside and the monsters within.

weecest

In the garden where sin began by nyoka

Some places, they grow for you.

weecest, beautifully written, so tender

one on, two out by deadlybride

In the fall of 2001, Deacon gets a letter from his old friend John Winchester, asking if John's son can stay at his house for a while.

not exactly wincest but I want to recommend this because it's just a great insight into a young dean and his vulnerability and there's a sequel involving wincest elements. Really really loved this

it started out with a kiss by intrepidheart

Sam has a date. That's not the problem. The problem is that Sam's asking Dean to teach him how to kiss. The problem is that this kiss changes everything.

rightly obsessed with jealous dean

the repeated image of the lover destroyed by hathfrozen

"Do you really love me that much?" Sam asks.

Dean laughs, a harsh sound, his body shaking underneath Sam.

"Look at me," Dean hisses, eyes still shut. "What the fuck do you think?"

see things so much clearer by deadlybride

Sam's been acting oddly. Dean learns how to use the history on an internet browser and finds out why.

somewhere there's blue by linden

Dean was just gonna go ahead and call this one: evenings which ended with Sam in a river were not evenings which had gone too well.

nickle and dime by linden

It was unlikely, Dean felt, that they'd be coming back to Montana: Child Protection Services had a real nasty habit of not forgetting people's names.

here's a few for now, I have more but I need to remember the names! I will probably reblog this with them but I hope you enjoy! Also if anyone has any recs please point me in that direction

much love

[speaknowworldtour]

“help me hold onto you” // “pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away”

“i’m still trying everything to get you laughing at me” // “stop trying to make him laugh stopped trying to drill the safe”

“how long could we be a sad song til we were too far gone to bring back to life?” // thinking “how much sad did you think i had, did you think i had in me? oh the tragedy”

“you know i love a london boy” // “so long, london”

“you’ll find the real thing instead” // “you’ll find someone”

“don’t put me in the basement when i want the penthouse of your heart” // “i’ll get your longing glances and she’ll get your ring” // “i didn’t opt in to be your odd man out”

“i can’t find a pulse my heart won’t stop anymore” // “i stopped cpr after all its no use. the spirit was gone we would never come to”

“give you my wild, give you a child + our coming of age has come and gone” // “and i’m pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free”

“is this the end of all the endings? my broken bones are mending” // “stitches undone”

“you had to kill me but it killed you just the same” // “two graves one gun”

“i’m gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well” // “i’ll find someone”

“i’m like the water when your ship rolled in that night” // “and when i was shipwrecked i thought of you” // “and so the battle ships will sink beneath the waves” // “and you say i abondoned the ship but i was going down with it”

“is it really your anxiety that stops you from giving me everything or do you just not want to?” // “holding tight to your quiet resentment” + “every breath feels like rarest air when you’re not sure if he wants to be there”

“wondering which version of you i might get on the phone tonight?” // “my friends said it isn’t right to be scared everyday of a love affair”

“and i wouldn’t marry me either” // “you swore that you loved me but where were the clues? i died on the altar waiting for the proof”

“don’t want no other shade of blue but you, no other sadness in the world would do” // “is it insensitive for me to say ‘get your shit together so i can love you’?” // “you sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days”

“my face was grey” // “i’m just getting color back into my face”

“i’d never walk cornelia street again” // “i’m just mad as hell cause i loved this place for so long”

“i once believe love would be black and white. but it’s golden.” // “a moment of warm sun but i’m not the one”

[huntershowl]

SHIPPING INFO // ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSES SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

i don't have one particular otp — big ships change depending on the Era hellhound is in!

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

nothing illegal obviously — other than that, aside from long-lifespan characters whose mental maturation is slower, i generally stay away from with 10+ year age gaps when the younger muse is under 20. just feels like a weird power dynamic i guess?

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

yes! ships on this blog cannot be pre-established — i tend to lose interest fast if they don't build up naturally, either through lots of ooc plotting or through writing. on top of that, seph is ... piiiiicky. she has very specific Types. generally, ships with very gentle, soft, mentally well-adjusted characters are possible, but transient — seph falls out of love after a point, but remains staunchly protective of them.

the long and short of the matter is she's a freak, and you kind of have to match that to be compatible as a long-term partner. but even then they don't always line up perfectly! idk. seph's weird. simultaneously very easy to ship with and very hard to ship with.

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

oh i've got lots of good ones going on right now!! pls forgive me for gushing. focusing on currently heavily-plotted and/or written ones for this bit bc otherwise it will be pages and pages!! if i forgot someone you have full permission to impale me on a pike i am SO SORRY. (aka i'll go back and add u in omg)

@vsagis' villain izuku— i had to put u first bc u kickstarted this shipping renaissance. seph and izuku clicked instantly and started a long-term trajectory that i don't think either of us writers expected. they're just freak enough to match each other, just soft enough to genuinely care. we're really putting these two through the horrors(tm) and watching them fall hopelessly, horribly in love. <3

@spiritcrown's pasha — how could i not mention pasha!! i was so happy to see you back, because pasha and seph's relationship was soooo formative for seph's development wrt romance. seph is absolutely, completely and utterly devoted to pasha. they worship at the altar of her. they would bend heaven and raise hell for her.

@crowshoots' jesper — UAHGHGBBHBH INCOHERENT CRYING NOISES. the first thing seph noticed about jesper was extremely respectable fighting skills, but even then they were definitely uhhhh touch and go for a while there before they started to simmer down and. pin each other down and — one thing led to another and jesper's being antagonized by her antagonists and they're too deeply in love to go back!! i love them. i l

@crowgreeds' kaz — HHHHHHHHH god. hi siri i know ur not around the dash much but idc im writing u into this. kaz and seph both have such a darkness in them that the other recognizes and not only feeds, but when necessary, balances. they're ruthless and violent and mean but at the same time, they have such a softness for each other that they both thought was dead. also, you're the recipient of probably the best rp reply i've ever written (that fucking. hellhound kill description. my GOD im feral for seph protecting him)

@tewwor.... goose is2g we really have the creatures ever. litho — FIRST SHIP!!!! FIRST SHIIIP i still cant believe it took 4 irl years for them to finally admit their stupid feelings. now they're soulmates and there's no turning back. he's the reason seph likes poetry in every verse. the softest snarkiest ship. probably the closest to a true YA-style soulmate seph has. she hasn't forgiven him for all the twilight jokes though tough luck jie & ricochet — the boys... the absolute chaos trio... i never expected seph and jie to fall for each other but honestly i should have. he falls so neatly into her "equally feral" type. ricochet is so calm and seph is kind of intoxicated by that. sheathed claws kind of vibe. just love these three their dynamic balances itself so well

@spungolden's dio — two femmes raised as weapons with deeply suppressed emotions, chillin in a murder alley, five feet apart cause theyre not g— (theyre gay. theyre so gay) these two are so sweet they sometimes make me tear up. they skipped the trauma stage and went straight into lesbian domestic fantasy with only occasional murder.

@chaoslulled oh boy(s). toji — brutally in love. they saw and embraced each other's monster, refused to shy away, and now they somehow revolve in this strange orbit of violent and incredibly soft with each other. i think he's the first of the current ship lineup that seph has in-thread said the L-word to. this ship was so easy to jump right into, the chemistry was like lightning in a bottle. satoru — one of the most genuinely unexpected slowburn ships i've stumbled into. these two read each other for filth INSTANTLY as lonely motherfuckers who, in some way or another, had loved and lost. they haven't even gotten to the oh-shit moment in the slowburn yet but i'm lookin forward to it yakuza sukuna — THE PAIN. THE SUFFERING. AUHHHGHGGGG HOL YOU'RE FUCKING KILLING MEEEE. these two are mirrors in the worst possible way. they've got their throats stuck under their boss' boot heels; they've been disfigured, they've had their siblings used as leverage, they've been made into muzzled dogs. despite hating each other at the start, they can't not recognize that, and it's led to this fierce protectiveness that isssss whoops evolving into feelings. i'm sure nothing will go wrong

@eraserisms' shota — AHHHHHHH god okay most of this ship has been pure plotting vibes and responses to memes, but i truly cannot wait to get into writing more of them because they own my heart and soul. i think they know each other to the marrow in a way that's not super common for seph, and the gentleness and caution with which they're starting to explore revisiting their care for each other is heartbreaking in the best way

@sasouken BEE!!!! ok chronologically(??): deku — so precious and wholesome from the start. your honor he's just a little guy with a big dumb crush. when i tell uuuuuu some of our plotting has literally made me tear up a little??? the absolute bleeding heart on this boy??? HURTS ME??? one day they'll hold hands casper — slated to be our angstiest dynamic, i just Know it. two motherfuckers who love their siblings, inextricably involved in a tangled web of crime and violence. two people who have lost so much and don't want to lose anyone ever again. i will die i WILL satoru — such... a different vibe than i was expecting in an amazing way?? his dynamic with seph is so fuckin sweet? so much physical touch born of trust and comfort. also again: her first ever fwb (for now), which is truly a wild thing to experience. sukuna — i .. . dont even know what to say about this one. (affectionate). he unlocked an entirely new dimension of freak in seph's psyche and attraction style that i couldn't comprehend before we started writing them but retrospectively makes so much sense. what the fuck is going on with these two i have no idea but i am OBSESSED with it. also writing them getting down nasty has been extremely fun, i'm enjoying it a lot

there are more sort of beginnings/potentials for ships that haven't been explored yet which i haven't included here, but i'm truly excited to see where each and every one of them goes!!!

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

yes absolutely hahaha — at least communicating ooc about it is necessary! i'm much more comfortable shipping with partners i mesh well with as a mun and have an easy time talking to.

ARE YOU SHIP-OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

LOOK I. LISTEN. LISTEN... IM FERAL FOR SHIPS. FERAL. even though seph is picky about them — and i promise it's not personal if it doesnt work, it truly is just her dumb creature ass being unable to normal.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

N/A for this blog, but as a fun trivia fact, i'm deep in satosugu hell rn

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

it's all vibes babey. we just start writing their non-romantic dynamic buildup, and if it clicks (or even if u just think ur character would have a crush!) we talk about it ooc and plot some more, then plot some more and before u know it, the angst hammer looms over ur head

Tagged by: @bearratic (thank youuuu!!)

Tagging: (points) do it

[angelic-writer]

Running Through Your Veins (Cut Down the Altar)

Isaac is faced with the possible death of Joshua. Has their luck run out?

CW: Torture, poisoning, cardiac arrest, broken bones, panic attacks, nightmares

Prompt by @serickswrites and @artisticdemon

Story by @missr3n3

It all started with a letter. Leah and Madeline have come back to the whole apartment being ransacked. It was like when Cairyx had kidnapped Joshua, but this time, both him and Isaac were gone. After frantically searching for the two boys, Madeline found a note on the bed beside the plush rabbit she got him. What she read made her blood run cold.

"Thank you so much for making my job easier. Because of your video, I was able to track down and take the nameless devil and your friend. I'm willing to let them go if you follow my demands. Give me all the information you have about the devils and I'll let them live. Do not send help."

It was a mistake. It was a mistake letting Joshua reveal his identity. They should've known that people would hunt him down. There were a group of people that had been making the rounds recently, calling themselves Devil Hunters. Their goal was to exterminate all the devils that had been invading the world.

From the moment Joshua uploaded that video, his fate was sealed.

Isaac struggled against the cuffs and chains keeping him attached to the wall ring in the corner. He had to get out. Had to get to Joshua.

Joshua stood in the standing cuffs, his body stretched taut as his arms were pulled tight high above his head. His faded, brown hair was slightly covering his eyes, his horns out at full display. He stood at attention, desperately trying to keep his feet on the ground lest he put too much weight on his shoulders. He was trying hard to put on a brave face, gritting his teeth, letting his fangs show. However, Isaac could tell that he was scared. By the way his body was quaking, he couldn't deny that fact.

For him, he was back at the Nightmare Sand Pit, being tortured into nearly giving up his identity. He won't let it happen to Joshua. Not again.

"Well, well, well." One of the devil hunters said with great flourish. "This is a moment I have been so longing for."

He was a tall man with long, black hair tied into a ponytail. He had a sinister look to him with the way he smiled to the way he looked at the two boys with his bright, green eyes. He called himself Sebastian Bachman or Seb as his hunter colleagues would call him.

"What do you want now?" Joshua snarled.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. That's no way to speak to a stranger now, is it?"

"Fuck you." Isaac growled as he glared at Sebastian.

The devil hunter gave a sideways glance at the dark skinned man. "I have no interest in that. No, the only interest I have is your pain, Izzy."

"What pain? You haven't really done anything to us. You think your faux tough guy look is gonna scare us? Please, the only thing you'll do is bore me to death."

"Joshua, shut up!" Isaac hissed.

"Oh, is that what you think? Well, I'm not like those puny demons. Besides, I know all about your little excursion to the Nightmare Sand Pit. How you nearly let yourself go. I cannot imagine the pain you're going through. Well," He grabbed Joshua's chin. "I'm here to make you feel better."

Joshua spat in Sebastian's face. "Get away from me, you creep."

Sebastian wiped his face, glaring at the Cael devil.

"You better not hurt him or I swear to God, I will make your life hell!" Isaac shouted as he struggled against his restraints.

"Aww, you're such a killjoy." He unfastened the whip on his belt. "You really don't understand, do you? These devils killed people. It killed that poor girl's sister, that innocent police officer - It even tried to kill you. Where did you think those scars of yours came from?"

Isaac gritted his teeth.

"The point is, the devils are a threat to humanity and the only way everyone can be safe is when we kill all of them."

"But why kidnap Joshua? He's a Cael devil! The most docile out of all of them! He's not gonna hurt any of you! Didn't you listen to the broadcast?!"

"The public will say anything to not make everyone panic. You never know what those things are capable of. I'm surprised your friend hasn't killed you yet, although it's only a matter of time before he does." He pulled his knife out. "I'm doing you a favor."

Sebastian grabbed Joshua's clothes and cut them with his knife, stripping him to his bare chest. Joshua flinched and tried to kick him. "What the fuck is wrong with you?! You're disgusting!"

Seb didn't say anything. He only smirked. "I'll be rid of you soon, Nameless."

And so the torture began. Isaac could only watch and scream as Sebastian whipped Joshua, tearing open his skin, creating new scars that had already been healed. His screams and cries were in tune with Isaac's, creating a chorus of anguish. However, Sebastian kept on smiling, his mouth contorting into a crescent moon.

Brackish blood splattered all over the stone floor as Joshua continued to scream. If he could, he would break out of his chains and tear him to shreds, but he was too weak. He couldn't break out if he wanted to. Isaac tried to pull himself free, but the cuffs were worn tightly around his wrists. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't free himself.

A few hours later (How much time had passed? Isaac didn't know.), Joshua had become a bloodied mess once more. He was panting, even coughing a few times, but he still held his ferocious glare.

"Hm. You're a tough nut to crack. I'll admit, I expected you to be a bit more submissive. Well, you won't be looking at me with those eyes for very long." He pulled something out of his pocket. Isaac's eyes widened when he saw that it was a needle.

"What are you doing with that?! You already said you were interested in my pain, right?! Well, string me up! Let Joshua go! You can hurt me here! I'm already restrained!" He screamed.

"Why? You're an innocent civilian, Izzy. That would go against my code. We can't hurt humans. Besides, it's way too boring. Where's the fun in that? Why put my hands on you when I can do this to the one thing threatening humanity?" Sebastian plunged the needle into Joshua's bicep. "Now, I wonder what this will do to you disgusting creatures."

"NOOOOOO!!" Isaac roared, straining to the ends of his chains. His wrists threatened to pop out of its sockets, making him bite his tongue in pain.

Joshua hissed through his teeth as Seb depressed the needle. "Jesus shit fuck damn..."

"What did you give him?!" Isaac growled. Once he gets free, he was going to end this fucker's life.

"Digitalis. Sometimes it makes your heart beat too fast. Sometimes too slow. You never know until you try it. Let's see how you do with this small dose, Nameless." Sebastian walked away, slamming the door behind him.

Isaac's mind was racing. Digitalis. He remembered the effects it had on the human body from the very few times he paid attention in health class. It was like Sebastian said. It could cause arrhythmias in the heart, sometimes fatal ones. He had no idea what this drug could do to Cael devils like Joshua, but since he had regeneration, there was nothing to worry about, right?

Joshua began to droop, his feet slipping on the ground. "I... don't... feel so..... good.... Izzy...." He mumbled as he scrambled to keep his feet on the ground.

"Talk to me, Joshua. Tell me what's wrong. You're okay. You're going to be okay. I'm going to get us out of here."

"Mmmmm...." Joshua hummed as his eyes drooped closed. He struggled to stay awake, but he was so tired. And it felt like he couldn't get a good enough breath. His heart beat incredibly slow in his chest, the reduced blood flow to his brain making him light headed.

Isaac tried to keep him awake, telling him stories about their time as kids. How they would listen to rock albums and the different drugs they would try out. He saw him crack a smile a few times so he could tell that it was working.

Sebastian returned hours later. Joshua had mostly normalized, his heart beating closer to its regular speed. Isaac had kept him awake and talking, kept him awake through the fatigue, through the nausea, through everything.

"How was that? Did you relax a little, Nameless? Hmmmmm?" The hunter said as he pulled out another needle. "Maybe a bit more is what you need."

And before Isaac could scream in protest, Seb had injected Joshua once more. This continued for hours - days? - and Isaac was powerless. He could do nothing but watch. He couldn't do anything but talk Joshua through.

Sometimes, Joshua's heart pounded, his limbs shaking and sweating as he hyperventilated, unable to calm himself. Other times, he slumped over, losing his footing and crying out in pain as his heartbeat slowed.

And still, Isaac was powerless to do anything. He couldn't slip the cuffs. Couldn't hold Joshua up. Couldn't release him. Couldn't escape. Couldn't do anything except sit there and talk to him and pray that it would all stop.

He wished for Jessie to come through the door right this second. She was there for Joshua in his darkest moment. Surely, she would come for them this time, right?

"Inject me!" Isaac begged when Sebastian returned. "I'll let your poison run through my veins! Hurt me! Hurt me!!"

Sebastian only gave him a cruel smile. "Oh, but I am." He injected Joshua once more. "This will hurt the most, Isaac. I couldn't think of a better way to punish you. You make friends with dangerous creatures, you pay the price."

"You..." Joshua wheezed. "When I get out, I will end you..."

The hunter cupped Joshua's cheek briefly. "It will be over soon. For you, at least." He chuckled as he left the room.

"Joshua, talk to me. I'm here. Tell me what's going on."

"C-C-Can't. F-F-Fast." Joshua panted.

"Breathe. Just breathe." Isaac urged, trying not to let the concern creep into his voice. Joshua reacted faster this time compared to the other times. How much had Sebastian given him?

"H-H-Hurts...." Joshua gasped as his feet began to slip once more.

"It's okay. You're okay. You're going to be okay. Just stand up. I'll find a way out. Just hold on, Joshua. Hold on."

"Hhhhhnnnn.... Fwaaaaaaah...." Joshua huffed as he threw his head back. He took several gasping breaths of air, shifting his feet, trying desperately to keep upright. All the while, his heart continued to fumble in his chest, his body trying to counteract the high amounts of the poison.

Isaac could see Joshua's shoulders pull tight as he struggled to stay upright. "It's okay, Joshua. You'll be okay. You can do this. I'll get out of these cuffs, I swear! Just hold on for me! Please!"

With a loud gasp, Joshua dropped his head forward, eyes unfocused. His heart had entered a dangerous rhythm now. The stress and the poison was all too much for the Cael devil. His regeneration wasn't fast enough.

"Look at me, Joshua." Isaac urged. "I'm right here. Look at me! You're going to be okay! I'm going to get us out of here, I promise!"

Joshua slowly, painfully slow, turned his gaze to Isaac. His eyes were hazy and beginning to glaze over. His lips moved, but no sound came out. Nonetheless, it formed the words "I'm sorry."

"No, Joshua, stay. You have to stay, please!!" Isaac cried out as he watched Joshua sigh. He went limp in his chains, his head lulling forward, arms pulled tight above his head. His body swung on the chain slowly as his feet slipped out from under him.

"JOSHUA! JOSHUA, SAY SOMETHING! JOSHUA!! NO!! GOD, NO!! PLEASE!! JOSHUA!!!" Isaac screamed as tears ran down his face. He ducked low, praying that he was wrong. That Joshua was merely unconscious.

But as he stared into Joshua's half-lidded gaze and waited for his lungs to fill once more, Isaac's own heart seized in his chest. Because Joshua was still. So impossibly still as he swung. His chest was unmoving. The only movement within him was his heart quivering uselessly in his chest with nothing around him to restart it.

"NOOOO!! NOOOOO!!" Isaac screamed when he realized what had happened. "PLEASE GOD PLEASE!!"

"Music to my ears." Sebastian said as he entered once more. "Your pitiful, mewling cries of misery, Isaac. What a delight."

He stopped as he was even with Joshua. The hunter took the limp devil's chin with his thumb and forefinger and lifted. His lifeless eyes stared into nothing as Sebastian inspected his head.

"DON'T TOUCH HIM!!" Isaac screamed as he lunged forward, the cuffs pulling tight against his wrists, threatening to pop.

"What? It's not like it's not gonna hurt him anymore, Isaac. The nameless devil is dead. Just look!" Sebastian shoved Joshua so he swung out towards Isaac. His head lulled on his limp neck, arms pulled tight above his head. "This is your lesson. To not make friends with creatures beyond human comprehension. You should've left him in that house. You should've kept your mind intact that night."

Isaac shut his eyes tightly, unable to bear the sight of Joshua's body swinging on the chain. "Please don't touch him..."

Sebastian rolled his eyes. "You still don't understand, do you?"

He stopped Joshua's body from swinging further. He stared at his limp hands for a moment before unhooking the chain quickly. Joshua dropped in a heap on the floor.

"What are you going to do to him...?" Isaac sobbed as he stared at his friend.

"Me? Absolutely nothing." Sebastian said as he pulled the chain between the shackles on Joshua's wrists. "I'm going to do nothing except leave him right here." He dragged him closer to Isaac. Just out of reach.

Sebastian kicked Joshua until his body rolled on its side so that Isaac can look directly into his eyes. He sobbed harder as he stared into the empty eyes of his best friend. The person he swore to protect. The person he failed to save.

"I want you to look. Look at him for what he truly is. A disgusting creature that brings about the suffering of mankind. You should be thanking me, really. Imagine if your lady friend was here. She would've been thanking me for killing the devil that killed her sister. Hell, even that police officer would've been kissing the ground at my feet! Why aren't you thanking me? Why are you crying and acting like a baby?"

"He was nothing like them... He was far better than any of you... You're cruel... Far worse than any demon..." Isaac whispered.

"How am I cruel? I was trying to save you." He sighed. "Whatever. I'll leave you with him. Besides, this is a far better form of torture, don't you think?" He whispered as he leaned forward and cupped Joshua's cooling cheek. "Because this one lasts forever." And just like that, he left the room.

Forever.

That word rattled in his brain as he stared at Joshua, the tears refusing to stop. Sebastian said that he was doing him a favor by killing him. What favor? He could've killed any devil in the world. Hell, he could've gone after the most dangerous ones. But no, he had to go for Joshua who had done nothing wrong. He had done nothing to deserve any of this. The reversion, the Nightmare Sand Pit, all of it because he tried to exist as his own person.

Isaac made a pact with himself that night when he got him out. He would risk his entire life for that man. The person he had known since he was a kid. Even after the fight they had where he left him for dead, he still cared for him. After all the shit they've been through, he wanted to give him a normal life. But... as long as he was a devil, he will never be able to achieve that.

Never again will he hang out with him during their downtime. Never again will they go on these late night drives and get high. Never again will they listen to the newest rock album releases.

Never again will his presence bring Madeline joy, Leah peace and him comfort.

Never again will Jessie see her son alive and breathing again.

No.

No, this can't be right. None of this is right. He doesn't deserve to die.

There was a fire burning in his veins. A fire that he hadn't felt in two years. He knew what that feeling was.

Rage. Complete, uncontrollable rage. The kind of rage that didn't care who it had to hurt.

He began to pull against his binds again, this time, not caring if his hands would be torn out of its sockets. He had to get to Joshua. He had to get to him now!

He's dying! Do something!

His tendons were almost stretched beyond their breaking point, like when you stretch a balloon too much. An instinctual part of his brain was screaming at him to stop, but he didn't listen. All he had on his mind was Joshua. He occupied his mind.

There was a loud pop and Isaac screamed louder than ever before. The first thing he noticed was that one of his hands have begun to throb. His fingers were tingling and when he tried to move them, he could barely move them a couple centimeters. But there was a significant improvement in that he could now wriggle his hand out. He slipped out of one of the cuffs, gritting his teeth, trying to bite through the excruciating pain.

Joshua was still out of his reach so he tried to look for something to pick the lock or something to drag him closer to him. He spotted a rock lying a few feet away from him. He didn't care what the consequences are anymore. He could no longer think clearly.

Joshua. Joshua Joshua Joshua Joshua.

With his barely functional hand, he grabbed the rock, lifted it high in the air and slammed it into his other wrist onto the cuff. The metal cracked, but it still held. He continued hitting it again and again, the metal cracking more and more until it finally shattered. Isaac fell to his knees, almost landing on his injured wrist before he scrambled towards Joshua. Turning him onto his back, he slammed his fingers onto his neck, but even he knew he didn't have a pulse. Who knows how long he wasn't breathing for.

It could be too late.

No. He cannot think like that.

Finding the right placement on his sternum, trying to remember what he learned about first aid, Isaac started to pump his chest and oh god, it hurts! It hurts so much! He shouldn't be putting any pressure on his injured hand, but he didn't care. Nothing mattered to him at that moment.

"C'mon, Joshua... C'mon... Don't leave me..." He panted, tears streaming down his face from the pain. However, that was nothing compared to the fire roaring in his veins. Joshua didn't go through all this shit just for him to die from some crazy guy poisoning him.

Joshua's body shook, his eyes staring into nothing as he continued. Memories of him being covered in blood flashed in Isaac's mind, making him shudder. He wished he could be in his place right now, having the poison run through him so Joshua would be spared. But what would the others think? Leah wouldn't want any of them hurt in any way.

He could almost hear Joshua's voice in his head. "Don't let me die here."

I won't let you, Joshua. I won't let you die.

"Isaac?! Izzy, are you in here?!" A familiar voice echoed from outside.

"L-Leah?! I'm in here! Help me!!"

Leah and Madeline ran in a second later, both of them gasping when they saw the grisly scene. "JOSH!!" Madeline screamed.

"What happened?! How long was he out?!" Leah shouted as they ran to the two boys.

"F-F-Five... I think, minutes? One of the hunters... He injected him with something. D-Digitalis, I think. H-He's not dead! He's still warm! I can feel it!!" Isaac stuttered, trying not to cry out.

Madeline held Joshua's hand, covering her mouth as she tried her best not to sob. Leah looked and noticed Isaac's wrist looking deformed. "Oh shit, your wrist! H-Hold on! We got Jessie! She's right outside!" She turned to Madeline. "Madeline, help Izzy up! I'm gonna carry him outside!"

She nodded and tried to touch Isaac's shoulder. "Izzy-"

"NO!! I won't give up on him! He doesn't-"

"We're not giving up on him! You're too injured to continue! Jessie's gonna help us, okay?"

Isaac paused for a moment before stopping compressions. Only then did the pain truly set in for him. He gripped his wrist tightly as he tried to take deep breaths. Madeline helped him up to his feet as Leah lifted Joshua onto her back, hooking his still shackled arms over herself. The three of them ran out of the room, leaving behind the memories of Joshua's last moments.

A few minutes later, they were finally out. Minutes that should've been spent trying to revive him. They didn't encounter anyone, not even Sebastian. The place was eerily empty. None of it mattered. Joshua was the only thing that did.

Jessie was already helping Leah lower Joshua to the ground as Isaac and Madeline sat on the steps. "Jessie, do you have some ice?! Izzy's wrist looks really bad!"

"I have some in the trunk! Hurry!" She was already starting chest compressions with great fervor, sinking her hands deeper than Isaac. Everything was a blur as he watched. He barely felt the cold when Madeline pressed the ice packs to his hands. He barely heard Jessie shouting commands at Leah. All he could do was stare at Joshua's lifeless face.

He's gone. Oh god, he's gone. We were too late.

"Hey," Madeline squeezed his shoulder. "He'll be fine. He's gonna be fine."

"I-Is he...?"

"Yes. I'm sure of it."

How could she be so sure? Sure, he's dealt with worse, but his heart actually stopped. The worst case scenario actually happened. "W-What if we don't...?"

"We'll get him back, Izzy. We'll make sure of it."

Isaac said nothing else.

Leah had grabbed the AED and slapped the pads onto his chest. The machine monitored his rhythm and confirmed he was still in v-fib. "Shock advised."

"Alright, stay back!" Jessie commanded. Leah stepped back and she pressed the button. Joshua's body jolted, but it wasn't enough. Jessie started compressions again, feeling his ribs cracking a few times. It'll heal. She just needs her son to breathe.

A few more minutes of aggressive resuscitation passed. The two women didn't know if the CPR was doing anything. His grey skin made it hard to tell, but Leah swore she saw Joshua's fingers twitch a few times.

"Analyzing now. Stand clear."

Everyone stood back. Isaac held his breath.

"Shock advised."

The machine charged up.

"Stand clear. Push to shock."

Jessie pressed the button. Joshua's body jumped.

Everyone held their breath, waiting.

Joshua took a stuttering breath, his eyes fluttering closed.

"Josh!!" Madeline shouted in joy, tears running down her face.

"Thank god..." Leah whispered.

Isaac let his shoulders sag. He's okay. He's alright now.

"Hold on! His heart rate is too fast. We need to shock it back to a normal rhythm." Jessie said.

"But he's breathing again. Wouldn't that just hurt him?" Madeline asked.

"Sometimes, a fast heartbeat can cause the heart to stop again. Cardioversion is one of the ways to get the heart beating normally. There's also adenosine, but I don't have that. So this is the only way."

Leah nodded. Jessie tapped some buttons, then charged up the AED. "Okay, this is a lower shock so it won't hurt him as much." All eyes were on them as Jessie prepared to shock him.

God, I hope this works. Isaac thought.

Jessie pressed the button. Joshua jolted, a yelp of pain escaping him. The officer pressed her fingers to his neck. "Heartbeat's stable."

The tension that was there immediately eased. Jessie took the pads off and lifted him up. "Help me get him in the car."

Leah opened the door and Jessie carried him to the back seat. Madeline led Isaac to the car as the weight of the situation began to sink in.

He's alive. He's gonna be okay.

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Isaac and Joshua laid in their beds, knocked out from today's events. Isaac's wrist was bandaged up and put into a splint. According to Jessie, it'll take a while for it to completely heal. Unlike Joshua, Isaac doesn't have healing abilities so it'll be more tough for him.

"So what exactly happened?" Jessie asked.

"Well, we came home to the entire place being ransacked. We tried looking for Isaac and Joshua, but they were both gone. That's when Madeline found a note next to Lynnie."

Madeline nodded and gave it to Jessie. After reading the note, she asked "And did you follow his orders?"

"Yeah. We arrived at the location where this Bachman person was. We were prepared to give him all the information we had. But he just looked at us with a smirk on his face, like he had already won something." Madeline answered.

"Yeah. I asked him 'Why are you smirking like that? We already did what you asked so when can you let them go?' He just told me, 'There is no reason for that anymore.' That's when we realized. He never intended on letting Izzy and Joshua go. That letter was just a distraction so he could try to kill him. That's when we called you and went to the abandoned hotel." Leah explained.

Jessie pursed her lips together, her hands gripping the paper. That bastard tried to kill her son...

"I mean, I don't know what we expected, honestly. That guy was a devil hunter. Of course he would use trickery to delay the rescue!" She sighed. "But Joshua is safe now. We got to them just in time."

Madeline nodded.

"God, I can't believe this happened again... I thought we were already done with this." Jessie muttered.

Leah nodded her head. "Yeah. He was just getting comfortable with his identity too. No doubt that is a major setback."

Madeline held her hand. "But we'll help them get through it, right?"

"...Yeah. Yeah, we will."

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Your fault. It's your fault, Isaac.

"Stop..."

Joshua is dead because of you. You couldn't protect him.

"Stop it, please..." Isaac clamped his hands over his ears.

You're fucking pathetic. You couldn't even save his life. I knew you were pathetic, but holy shit, I didn't know you were that pathetic!

You shouldn't have left him in that house. You should've stayed with him. But you didn't and now he's gone.

The hateful gazes of Leah, Madeline and Jessie all pierced into his soul. All the people he failed... He failed all of them, but most importantly, he failed Joshua.

The Cael devil appeared in front of him, limp, cold and dead, his vacant eyes staring blankly at him.

"Please stop..."

His body began to bleed. His eyes melted and Luce appeared behind him, sewing Joshua's mouth shut. You could've done so much for him, but you didn't. You are pathetic. You are a coward and you always will be.

The voices began to blend, growing louder and louder and Isaac screamed.

'I'M SORRY!! PLEASE, MAKE IT STOP!!"

Isaac's eyes snapped open. Everything was blurry. He didn't know where he was. His heart was pounding and his chest was tight. Joshua... Joshua, I'm sorry. I'm sorry!

He tried to take deep breaths, but it was difficult. He felt like he was choking. The room began to feel small, constricting him. He couldn't stop shaking. He couldn't think. Couldn't think at all. His tongue felt like sandpaper. I'm sorry, Joshua. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry

"Izzy? Are you okay?"

He whirled his head around, too fast. Any faster and he would've snapped his own neck. Joshua was sitting up in bed, looking at him concerned. His body felt hot and cold. He couldn't stop the tears that were pouring out.

It was... just a nightmare. Just a nightmare. Nothing to worry about so why am I crying? Joshua's fine so why the hell am I still crying?!

"I... I-I... N-Night..." He couldn't speak. Why can't he speak? "I-I can't... Can't..."

"H-Hey, look at me. Look at me." Joshua sat him up and rested his hands on his shoulders. "Just breathe with me. In and out, slow and steady, okay?" His fingers massaged his shoulders, grounding him to reality slightly. A few minutes passed of Isaac trying to copy his friend's breathing. His hands gripped the Cael devil's arms, feeling his frantic heartbeat. He's here. He's here. He's alright. We're okay.

Isaac rested his head against his chest, burying his face in his shirt. "I-I feel sick... I feel like I'm gonna vomit..." His tears soaked through the fabric.

"You're okay. We're fine. It's okay. Just keep breathing with me. You're doing great." He ran his hand up and down his back.

Isaac continued to breathe deeply as his heart rate slowed. He closed his eyes as he slumped over.

"Better?"

Isaac nodded. They both stayed in each other's arms for a while, Joshua running his fingers through Isaac's hair. "I'm... not really good at this type of thing so..."

"You're fine. You did good."

Joshua purred.

A long moment of silence passed. Isaac couldn't stop thinking about Sebastian and what he did to him. How he almost died in his arms. He could've died...

"I'm sorry..."

"For what?"

"I-I didn't do anything to help you. I tried, but I couldn't get out. You..."

"Hey, this isn't your fault. Besides, if you tried anything, I bet that guy would've hurt you."

"But you almost died because of me! If we hadn't uploaded that apology video-"

"Izzy. It's fine. I'm okay now. Everyone got here in time. It could've gone a lot worse."

Silence.

"What do you think is gonna happen?"

"I dunno. Probably try to deal with more of those black robed freaks."

"But what if they hurt you again? What if that Sebastian guy tries to hurt you again, only this time, I'm not here to help?"

"Don't worry." He pulled him close. "I'll make sure he won't."

[chicgeekgirl89]

Mothers and Sons

Fandom: 911 Lone Star

Characters: T.K. Strand, Carlos Reyes, Andrea Reyes, Gabriel Reyes, Owen Strand

Summary: 

“I didn’t even think about her,” T.K. says. “I don’t…I don’t think I’ve thought about her all week. Things have been so busy and stressful and I—I just didn’t think about her. So I didn’t remember that she wouldn’t be coming. I forgot that my mom is gone and she’s not coming to my wedding.”

An unanticipated question during wedding planning revives T.K.'s grief. Fortunately Andrea is there to offer comfort.

CW: Religion, Gwyn Morgan’s Death

Read on AO3

T.K. had always privately laughed when the women in his life told him that wedding planning was a full time job. How hard could it possibly be? Some flowers, a cake, something to wear, you just made phone calls and shelled out cash until it was taken care of.

It turns out they were right and he’s an idiot and planning a wedding in less than eight weeks is potentially about to kill both him and his fiancé before they ever reach the altar. 

It was therefore necessary to rehire both of their parents plus Gabriel to try and get everything done in time. They’ve been given strict instructions to only do exactly what Carlos and T.K. tell them too, and so far (barring one incident involving the vegan dinner option) they’ve been beyond helpful in getting things finalized. 

At this point they are less than a week out and both of them are feeling the pressure. The cost of everything is sky high, the florist is having refrigerator issues and is claiming they might have to change their order last minute depending on what’s available, and Carlos cried in the shower this morning for no reason at all other than that this is the biggest moment of their lives and they both feel like they can’t even enjoy it because they’re so busy and stressed out.

Right now they’re sitting in front of the venue’s wedding coordinator, a cheery woman named Julissa whose face doesn’t seem to do anything other than smile. “Excellent,” she says, clapping her hands together, “so we’ve coordinated everything with the caterer and the bakery, which means food is all set. You brought the wedding favors and the table cards and we’ll set those all up along with the linens and the centerpieces once we hear back from the florist about what’s going on. The DJ is bringing his own gear and will be here an hour before the ceremony to get things hooked up. So that’s the reception basically taken care of, let’s focus on the ceremony.”

T.K. is only half paying attention at this point. He’s chewing on the inside of his cheek as he tries to remember who they tasked with picking up the tuxes. Was it Judd? Or Paul? They should have just kept them, but his dad had insisted they needed additional tailoring and now he can’t remember who’s getting them back.

“So, as I understand it, the two of you want to walk down the aisle together?” Julissa asks.

“Yes,” Carlos says, his voice warm and happy. 

“Unconventional. I love it! So we’ll seat the parents first before you come down, what order would you like to go in?”

Carlos looks at T.K. who shrugs in indifference, so he looks behind them to where their parents are sitting quietly for once. “Any preference?”

“Whatever you boys want is fine,” Andrea tells them.

“I guess alphabetically then? My parents first?” Carlos says.

“Great,” Julissa says, writing a big checkmark on the clipboard in front of her. “So we’ll seat Gabriel and Andrea followed by Owen and…oh. I’m sorry, I don’t have any notes on this. Will T.K.’s mother be joining us?”

The mood shifts immediately. T.K. feels as if someone has dumped a bucket of ice water over him. His entire body stiffens up as his heart does something weird and painful in his chest. “Um, no,” he says woodenly.

“T.K.’s mom passed away last year,” Carlos tells her, reaching over to gently cradle T.K.’s hand with his own, his thumb moving back and forth in a soothing motion.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Would you like to do something to memorialize her? Some people do a candle or leave a chair empty with a marker. I’d be happy to show you some examples.”

“Oh that’s a lovely idea!” Andrea says.

“I can’t believe we didn’t think of it,” Owen chimes in. “Yes, I think it’s a great idea to do something to honor her. Totally up to you though son, whatever you want to do.”

“I—“ T.K. feels like he’s suffocating. He isn’t prepared for this question and he doesn’t know what to say.

“Can we think about it and let you know?” Carlos asks, clearly seeing the strain and uncertainty on T.K.’s face.

“Yes, of course. We can throw something together up until the last minute if we need to,” Julissa tells them. “Okay, this seems like a good time to do a walk through of the ceremony and reception spaces, just so you’re super familiar with them and in case you have any last minute questions.”

They all rise and his dad immediately starts asking about how many electrical outlets are in the rooms they’ll use to get ready for the ceremony, while Andrea and Gabriel are talking about when Carlos’ sisters flights arrive.

Everyone else is still deep in the throes of planning, but T.K.’s mind is spinning, his breathing a little too fast. He’s completely thrown off, it feels almost like he’s not even here at all. 

“Hey, you okay?” Carlos asks quietly.

No. He’s not. Not even a little. “I think um, I think I need a minute,” T.K. tells him, then makes for the nearest exit before Carlos can ask to come along. He needs some space.

There’s a patio outside with a railing that overlooks a pond full of koi fish and lily pads. It’s quiet, a good enough place to just be alone for a minute.

He takes a few deep breaths, clenching and unclenching his fists. He doesn’t feel the need to use right this second, but it’s there, not buried quite as deeply as usual, and if it pokes through he’s going to need a meeting. There’s no time to fit one in this week, but he’ll do it if he has to. He’s not starting his marriage on the verge of a relapse.

He hears a door open behind him and waits, expecting Carlos or his dad to join him. He should have known he wouldn’t be alone for long. This is his second dramatic exit from a wedding facility in a few months, naturally one of them will be coming to try and talk him down. 

Instead it’s Andrea. He smells her perfume seconds before she joins him in leaning against the railing. 

She doesn’t say anything, just stands next to him, her presence soft and calming. T.K. has to resist the urge to turn and cry into her arms. She would let him, he has no doubt. Both she and Gabriel have gone above and beyond these last few months making sure he knows he’s a part of their family now. 

“Do they need me back inside?” he finally asks, his voice coming out a little raw. 

Andrea shakes her head. “No. We can stay out here as long as you need to.”

He blows out a shaky breath. “I figured it would be Carlos or my dad coming out here after me.”

“They wanted to. I asked if I could come instead.”

He looks back out at the water, watching as fish swim lazily back and forth under the surface. “I didn’t even think about her,” T.K. says. “I don’t…I don’t think I’ve thought about her all week. Things have been so busy and stressful and I—I just didn’t think about her. So I didn’t remember that she wouldn’t be coming. I forgot that my mom is gone and she’s not coming to my wedding.”

Tears are threatening and he tries to choke them back down as he turns and looks at Andrea, his heart so heavy it feels like it’s going to fall out of his chest. “I’m a terrible son.”

“Oh mijo.” Her eyes are full of sympathy as she reaches for him.

Carlos hugs him all the time. His dad does his fair share of hugging as well. And the 126 is a pretty touchy feely group in general, but the hug Andrea gives him now is different. There’s a warmth and a comfort to it that can’t be replicated by anyone else. This is a hug that has healed skinned knees and bad grades and broken hearts and as T.K. sinks into it there’s an overwhelming sense of relief and comfort. 

She holds him for as long as he wants, waiting patiently for him to be the one to pull away. “I’m sorry,” he says wetly when he finally does.

“You do not apologize,” she tells him firmly, reaching into her purse and handing him a tissue. “This is what family is for.”

“She’s my mom,” he says, feeling a little numb. “How could I have forgotten about her? She deserves…she deserves everything. Not something thrown together at the last minute.” He quotes Julissa’s words and they taste bitter on his tongue.

“T.K.,” she says his name in that patient and slightly chastising tone. “Sweetheart you didn’t forget about her. You’re busy doing your job and planning a wedding at the same time. You can’t think about everything all at once and that’s okay. Us moms, we understand being busy.”

“That feels like an excuse,” he says. “It’s the most important day of my life. She should be a part of it.”

His voice breaks, another tear trickling down his cheek and he quickly wipes it away. 

Andrea reaches down and grabs his hands. “I want to tell you something,” she says. “And I want you to really listen, okay?”

He nods and she smiles fondly at him. He can see so much of Carlos in her face. They have the same eyes, the same smile. He wonders how much of his own mother is looking back at her through his eyes.

“I only got to meet your mother once, so I can’t pretend I knew her well, but I can tell you that she glowed with love and pride for you. The way she lit up when she talked about you, she loved you so deeply T.K., anyone could see it,” she tells him

“Thank you,” he says, voice barely more than a whisper.

“I’ve been a mama for a long time now,” she says. “Much more of my life than I haven’t. And us mamas, no matter where we come from or how different our lives are, deep down we’re very much the same. We love our babies with our whole hearts and we will do anything to make sure they are safe and happy. So I can tell you with complete certainty that she will be there. She will be at your wedding.” She squeezes his hands gently. “You may not be able to see her, but I have complete faith that she would not miss it for anything.”

It’s an incredibly sweet sentiment, but it doesn’t quite soothe his ragged spirit in the way she probably intends. 

“You know Jews don’t really have the same concept of Heaven as Christians and Catholics do,” T.K. tells her, his heart heavy and sore as he voices something he’s wrestled with in the months since his mother passed. “I’m not even sure my mom believed in an afterlife. So I don’t know—“

“Don’t worry,” Andrea waves her hand dismissively. “I have already spoken to God about that and I told him to work it out.”

And that’s what finally does it. The mental image of her sitting in a pew, holding her rosary beads and bossing God around with that no-nonsense tone she uses makes him laugh, breaking through the guilt and sadness that weigh him down. Because if there is anyone in the world who can tell God what to do and make him bend to her will, it’s Andrea Reyes. “Thank you,” he says. 

She nods. “T.K. I am not your mother, and I would never dream of trying to replace her. But I hope, with all of my heart, that you know that we are family now. Forever. When you need us, we will be there for you.”

“I do,” T.K. says and he means it. “I do. I’m so grateful that you’re here. You and Gabriel. It means a lot to both of us to have your support.” 

He takes a deep breath, feeling a little steadier than before. It still hurts, but it’s manageable now. “We should probably get back inside.”

“Yes, we should. Right now Carlos is the only thing standing between your father, my husband, and wedding chaos. He’s a strong boy, but I’m not sure he can handle them on his own for much longer,” Andrea says.

Her words make him laugh again. “Yeah,” he says. “Let’s go rescue him.”

[cheezecakeee]

txt as taylor swift songs🫧 (angst ver.)

main masterlist | txt masterlist

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

➜ Yeonjun : loml

"If you know it in one glimpse, it's legendary. You and I go from one kiss to gettin married. Still alive, killing time at the cemetery, never quite buried, in your suit and tie, in the nick of time, you lowdown boy, you stand up guy. Holy Ghost, you told me I'm the love of your life, you said I'm the love of your life, about a million times" "You shit talked me under the table, talking rings and talking cradles, I wish I could un-recall, how we almost had it all. Dancing phantoms on the terrace, are they second-hand embarrassed that I can't get out of bed? 'cause something counterfeit's dead" "Oh, what a valiant roar, what a bland goodbye; the coward claimed he was a lion. I'm combing through the braids of lies, "I'll never leave"... "Never mind". Our field of dreams, engulfed in fire, your arson's match your somber eyes and I'll still see it until I die, you're the loss of my life"

➜ Soobin - All you had to do was stay

"People like you always want back the love they gave away and people like me wanna believe you when you say you've changed. The more I think about it now, the less I know, all I know is that you drove us off the road" "Here you are now, calling me up, but I don't know what to say. I've been picking up the pieces of the mess you made. People like you always want back the love they pushed aside but people like me are gone forever when you say goodbye" "Let me remind you, this was what you wanted. You ended it. You were all I wanted but not like this. Not like this" "Hey, all you had to do was stay, had me in the palm of your hand, then why'd you have to go and lock me out when I let you in? Hey, now you say you want it back. Now that it's just too late, well, it could've been easy, all you had to do was stay"

➜ Beomgyu - Maroon

"When the morning came we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf, 'cause we lost track of time again. Laughing with my feet in your lap like you were my closest friend, "How'd we end up on the floor anyway?" You say "Your roommate's cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how". I see you every day now. And I chose you, the one I was dancin' with in New York, no shoes" "The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me and how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was maroon. The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones, the lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon" "And I lost you, the one I was dancin' with in New York, no shoes. Looked up at the sky and it was maroon. And I wake with your memory over me, that's a real fucking legacy, legacy. And I wake with your memory over me, that's a real fucking legacy to leave"

➜ Taehyun - So long, London

"I didn't opt in to be your odd man out, I founded the club she's heard great things about; I left all I knew, you left me at the house by the Heath. I stopped CPR, after all it's no use, the spirit was gone, we would never come to and I'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free." "And you say I abandoned the ship but I was going down with it, my white knuckle dying grip, holding tight to your quiet resentment and. My friends said it isn't right to be scared every day of a love affair, every breath feels like rarest air when you're not sure if he wants to be there" "So how much sad did you think I had, did you think I had in me? How much tragedy? Just how low did you think I'd go? before I'd self-implode, before I'd have to go be free" "You swore that you loved me but where were the clues? I died on the altar waiting for the proof, you sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days and I'm just getting color back into my face, I'm just mad as hell cause I loved this place," "For so long, London, had a good run, a moment of warm sun but I'm not the one. So long, London, stitches undone, two graves, one gun, you'll find someone..."

➜ Heuning kai - I bet you think about me

"Well, I tried to fit in with your upper-crust circles, yeah, they let me sit in back when we were in love. Oh, they sit around talkin' 'bout the meaning of life and the book that just saved 'em that I hadn't heard of. But now that we're done and it's over, I bet you couldn't believe when you realized I'm harder to forget than I was to leave. And I bet you think about me" "You grew up in a silver-spoon gated community. Glamorous, shiny, bright Beverly Hills, I was raised on a farm, no, it wasn't a mansion just livin' room dancin' and kitchen table bills. But you know what they say, you can't help who you fall for and you and I fell like an early spring snow, but reality crept in, you said we're too different. You laughed at my dreams, rolled your eyes at my jokes" "Oh, block it all out, the voices so loud, sayin' "Why did you let her go?" Does it make you feel sad that the love that you're lookin' for is the love that you had. Now you're out in the world, searchin' for your soul, scared not to be hip, scared to get old, chasin' make-believe status, last time you felt free was when none of that shit mattered 'cause you were with me" "I bet you think about me when you're out at your cool indie music concerts every week. I bet you think about me in your house with your organic shoes and your million-dollar couch. I bet you think about me when you say, "Oh my God, she's insane, she wrote a song about me". I bet you think about me"

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

[taexual]

Ara you're actually trying to kill me, I'm sure (also this is a long one, I'm sorryyy)

he collapsed back onto the pillows and buried his face in his hands, a ridiculous smile spreading beneath his fingers as his heart continued to race in his chest.

Pls we're twinninnng, this is me reading your series btw, the definition of giggling and kicking my feet at its finest

Also, me thinks that Joon and Maggie deserve their own altar each, I love them, with him casually saving their asses and talking some sense into oc as he should, and Mags representing each of my thoughts, like

“That fucking loser,” she said. “That massive fucking piece of shit. Fucking good-for-nothing rat. Motherf—”. “Yeah, Mags,” you interjected, knowing she might not stop for a while.

Let’s kill him”. “Or, you know,” she added in response to your and Luna’s expressions, “let’s beat him up. That’ll work, too.”

I have never felt this represented in any form of media, let her continue please, Sid just keeps pissing me off and she deserves to take her frustrations out, preferably on him in a very violent way, maybe even with a brick or a chair, idk

You ended up watching each of the boys leap over the threshold of the door for no reason whatsoever, just to see who could jump the farthest—until Jungkook smacked his head right into the top of the door frame.

This has happened irl, I have no doubt about it. And I have to say, I absolutely love the way you portray the guys in the series, obviously we don't know them personally and never will, but as far as the persona each of them maintain for the public and what is shown in the media, this feels accurate and warm somehow, without engaging too much in the stereotypes, or forgetting that they're humans despite our (and the world's) expectations. I'm always glad to find writers like you to keep this thoughtful and respectful approach, even when it comes to fiction <3

Pouting, he walked over to you after everyone else had finished laughing and left. You fixed his hair, trying to bite back your laughter, and he pulled you into a hug.

Jungkook was about to object—you couldn’t remove your hands from his skin so abruptly, there was a certain procedure you had to follow to ensure he could still breathe when you were no longer touching him.

Stop it right now, this section made my heart EXPLODE, they're so mf cute, I'm so aloneeee jfc, like if you look up the word 'simp' his photo is showing up, there's no discussion

Still, he paused again by the door, giving you one last overly dramatic nod over his shoulder as if he were in a spy film. Then he left with a triumphant fist in the air after finally earning a chuckle from you.

Their banter has me squealing again, but who's surprised, honestly, this is like the 92828 time I say this, but their. dynamic. is. everything. to. me. I cannot stress enough how heartwarming it has been to see them allow themselves to express those feelings with time, so proud of my children :c

Stopping, you looked around warily until you finally spotted Minjun’s head peeking out from behind the corridor wall.

OH HEY BOO, I'm glad we're seeing more of his role here, and the entire interaction with Jude was uncomfy yes, but it brought us answers, some pity for him ngl, aswell as excitement for their plan, and it reenforced my admiration for oc, bc what a good person she is. I'm not surprised in the slightest about Sid letting his closest friend(pet) die, and I hope he rots in hell, alone and bitter while my babies live and love freely :D

Luna noticed the slight commotion and approached you. As soon as you finished telling the girls what happened to your handbag, she broke into a surprisingly graceful, but very, very drunken performance of flailing her limbs and singing, “I knew it! I fucking knew it!” while Taehyung watched her from the doorway with unmistakable fondness. He had genuinely never looked more in love.

Him and Jungkook go head to head over who is the most whipped, and I need me a partner like this, tyvm

“I am learning to be okay with others knowing, though. And I want you despite that. Despite others. Despite everything. I want to be with you.

No because I would die immediately, what do you mean oc, you cannot just say stuff like that and expect people not to propose on the spot, jk get the ring, I'll be the officiant idc

And know presenting a compilation of more tender moments from this chapter we have:

“And it’s okay,” he continued. “I can’t make decisions for you, but you’re—you have us. We’ll always have your back. We won’t sit idly if we find out the label made you resign.”

You’ve found your family when you met Rated Riot. They made bets about your relationship, they teased each other at nearly every possible moment, they complained and argued, but they supported each other with unwavering loyalty. And you were prepared to fight, if it came to it, to stay with them.

Then Maggie caught you off guard by wrapping her arms around you—as if you’d crossed Middle Earth and battled Smeagol for her phone—and you realised how safe, happy, and comfortable you felt here.

He could hear Taehyung singing along to “Do I Wanna Know?” by the drinks table while Luna and Maggie waved the flashlights on their phones dreamily for extra ambience in the dimly lit room. He could also see, most unusually, the way Hoseok and Jimin seemed to be exchanging money right behind the two girls.

All these to say that I'm a SUCKER for the platonic affection, the found-family trope, the comfort, support, silliness, honesty, and love that comes with it, and specially the way you always manage to include those fragments of their interactions, personalities and memories in the story; bc yeah oc and jk will always be the main focus, but the fact that you make the effort of showing us the characters' (both main and secondary) struggles and development really ties everything together, and makes this au one of my favorite series of all time, I genuinely have enjoyed it more than some published books, you have so much talent Ara c:

I'm sure this ask is lengthy enough, sorry about that, but I loved this part (one of my favorites for sure), and I hope you take care of yourself, see you in the next one!! 💜

babe, you are a dream come true, please don't ever apologise, you're perfect 🥺 thank you so much for sharing your beautiful thoughts and for hitting probably every single mark i was the most excited for you to read 😭🙏🏻

i love all of these characters so much, so hearing that you've enjoyed their little moments too is the biggest gift for me, thank you so much 🥺🤍🤍🤍

you are heaven-sent, i don't know what to say. your messages are absolutely, without any doubt, every writer's dream, and i seriously can't thank you enough for this!!!!!! i love you 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

No Chick Flick Moments

Not Natural ✨ The Devil's Trap ✨ Holy Water ✨ The Demon's Altar ✨ Midnight Meeting ✨ The Hunter's Trap ✨ Sharp Secrets and Bloody Blades ✨ A Hunter's Beast Tamed

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: SPN inspired, ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats), demon Kells, hunter Dom, post sex introspection, blood, teasing, insults, flirting, anxiety, PTSD, nervous Dom, pulling apart too soon, lying, hiding, Tom being dramatic, fluffy drives, boys not so secretly in love ⚰️ rating: mature

The room felt too quiet as they came down together. At some point Kells had rolled over to let the human rest though he couldn't stop a small fear from creeping up that if he gave the boy a choice Dom might try to run away. So far he hadn't but he kept waiting for the veil to drop from his eyes and for him to realize what they had just done. The scent of blood and sex hung heavy on their skin and even after twenty minutes his knot hadn't gone down. When Dominic started tracing his tattoos he almost jumped out of his skin. And it was that, his own skin. He wasn't like the others and that was more obvious by the day.

"So I guess we don't got nuffin to 'unt. I mean… if he stops killing ain't no reason to go after Raziel. Ya fink?" Dom hummed. He was pretty sure there was a puddle of drool under his cheek but he was too strangely comfortable to move. He'd never felt so at peace with his body and he didn't think that should be happening after letting something inside the part of him that wasn't supposed to exist. He knew there was lots they needed to talk about but he didn't want to start somewhere that might make them fight. That seemed to be their default.

"Yeah. He seems like a good guy just a little fucked in the head." Kells sighed back, running his fingers through the kid's wild hair. He wasn't normally sweet after sex but it wasn't like he could stop touching Dom yet. Why not enjoy the after glow?

Dom huffed softly and looked up at the beast, his brows furrowed. "You was knocked out the whole bloody time."

The devil went still and huffed a nervous laugh before remembering who he was and he tried to fake his Cheshire grin. "Yeah but-" He took a deep breath and shrugged instead, gently pressing the boy's head back down on his chest. "I just mean if you don't think we should kill him, I agree. He's after what we are. Did he say why?" He didn't want his lover to know how much he was in his mind. He couldn't give that away just yet.

"Yeah um… seemed like revenge for an old bruv or summat. Guess like you said Astaroth 'as been after all kinds. Went after an angel."

"Oh. Insane he bagged one." He couldn't admit he knew that already, could he?

"So…" Dom trailed off. He wanted to ask about the elephant in the room and not the one on his ass. He'd never explain that but it felt strange to ask-

"You're trying to figure out how to ask about my dick I'm guessing?" Kells wondered rather bluntly and it made the Hunter giggle until he clenched too tight and felt the demon behind his belly button. "I thought you said it was 'jus' me' and didn't matter?" He tried to fake the boy's voice and Dom nipped softly at his chest.

"It don't. Won't stop me from fucking yas but it's definitely interesting." He purred back, trying to tighten his inner walls around the monster inside him.

"I guess it's called a knot. I didn't even know it worked before now. Maybe you bring something out in me." He lied to himself and thought it was a tease but deep down he knew the truth. He was serious.

Dom arched a brow and pushed himself up enough to look down at the demon. It pushed his cock somehow deeper and he shuddered but tried to keep a straight face. "I got your cock in me magic pussy but tha'? Gayest shite I ever 'eard."

Kells looked up into those glaring jade eyes and was so impressed he knew he gave his bitch heart eyes back. "I could make it gayer."

"Please don't." Dom groaned.

"Oh but maybe I should. Still a bratty bitch even after I blew your fucking mind. How dare you! You don't deserve my dick."

"Oi! Off ya go again being an egotistical arse."

"I heal you, I give you the best O of your life, and still-"

"You did?" Dom's teasing dropped fast and Kells stopped short, swallowing hard. "I fhought but… I didn't um- I…" He sighed deep and pressed a gentle kiss to his lover's lips. "Fank you."

"Y- yeah. Um… I wasn't going to say. I don't want you like, ya know. We're cool, okay?" He didn't even know what exactly he was saying, it just came spilling out. He wasn't used to being nervous but he wasn't used to feeling anything at all besides anger or pride.

"I'd 'ope so considering I'm full up of ya cum and might be stuck 'ere all day." Dom tried to lighten the mood. He'd seen a monster or two scared before but he'd never seen one anxious. The beast was confusing him more and more but it wasn't exactly in a bad way. "So, if I'm a- whatchamacallit? Omega? Wha' are you?"

"I'm nothing."

It was said so quickly and genuinely that it stopped Dom cold for a moment. He didn't know how to be nice but he didn't like that. "You a lot obviously. A good lay for one. A top demon. Pretty enough."

Kells chuckled but he wasn't exactly sure what to say. "Well, the opposite of what you've been cursed to be would be an alpha." He explained simply though he didn't think he could claim the title. He never had before. He wasn't expecting the eye roll though.

"Of course. Of course it is. 'Ow bloody typical."

"I'm just explaining, I didn't start it! It's like… religious shit. Angels. If you want to talk ego-"

"Don't even get me started. It's fine. I'm ignoring it. I fhought angels were junkless. Ain't tha' wha' them Winchester books say?" Dom huffed as he got comfortable again. He wasn't cuddling of course, it was just what he had to do until they could separate. "Why 'ey alphas and omegas if 'ey junkless?"

Keliphos laughed a little too hard, maybe it was relief that his lover had relaxed or maybe it was just that he genuinely found the kid funny. He never understood the 'junkless' shit that those boys let spread about angels but it wasn't his problem. "Maybe people think that cause they don't have their right parts in human meatsuits but nah, definitely not junkless."

"Okay but like- why all the extra shite?"

The demon tried not to chuckle again but it seemed incredibly obvious. Besides he had to know why Astaroth gave him the womb, right? He let his palms rub slowly down his lover's back, he couldn't even feel a scar from where he'd been stabbed but they were both so sticky wet with blood. Dom shivered at the touch as if the spot were sensitive but otherwise stayed still above him. "It's for uh… ya know, making sure it sticks?"

"Wha' sticks?"

"It gives you time to catch." He tried again.

"Catch wha?"

The beast snorted and rubbed over his face in mild disbelief. He didn't know if Dom was being obstinate on purpose or he'd fucked his brains out. "I guess it's to make little fluffy baby angels." He joked, trying to say it in a simple way. Even said so cheesily the thought made his dick jerk and he thought he felt the kid clench but Dom froze on top of him.

"Wait. But- and I- but you- we- oh fuck!" The human stuttered, his heart racing and his stomach turning with nerves.

"Shit Dom- chill. Please? I can't, okay? We're good!" It didn't matter, the boy was panicking hardcore and it wasn't really about him. He tried to grip his hips and keep him close but he didn't want to force him too hard. He was just annoyed their nice night was getting fucked and not in the fun way. "I can't- I'm not- I don't think it works, okay?"

"But he did 'is to make me a bloody broodmare?" He shrieked loud enough Kells winced.

"You're submissive and breedable. It's hot, I just don't work like that." The devil tried to lighten the mood but he wasn't surprised by the slap across his face or the sharp tug of his knot.

"Oh fuck off wiv tha'. I ain't. I ain't! I-" Dom grumbled and pulled hard enough to get free but he whimpered when his partner cursed and hissed at the pain.

"Shit can you fucking not? You could hurt yourself!" Kells growled as he felt the boy gush their combined slick and cum all over his lap but as the punk stumbled off him and dripped a mess all over he was half tempted to yank him back to bed. He didn't want to fuck up by doing too much though. He could feel Dom was working through something so instead he just rolled on his side and posed mostly jokingly. "You can't just rip us apart. I heal faster than you."

"Tha's dubious as fuck, tha'. Guess I'm not surprised. Patriarchal bullshit. I'm not… I- jus' fuck. Sorry if I bruised ya bloody ego. I'm gonna take a shower. Too much-" He gestured at his crimson coated body and clenched his thighs to keep everything inside.

Kells nodded and gave him a gentle smile but he could feel and hear the anxiety rolling off the kid. He could almost feel the way Dom's throat was closing up, as if he were about to cry. His omega was working up to a full blown panic attack but when he pushed up and out of bed the boy closed the door in his face. He pressed his palm against it, taking a deep breath. He didn't want him upset, not after everything that just happened between them. He didn't know what to say and he didn't want to force his presence so when he heard the shower start up he took a step back. "I'm okay Kells. We alright." Dom whimpered, his voice strained enough the cracking was obvious through the door.

"Okay." He sighed, snapping his fingers to summon a cup of tea, some painkillers, and Dom's cigarettes inside the room with him. After making sure the boy was set he cleaned himself and the room up magically before heading out to check and make sure Raziel was gone. Normally a banishing lasted a while but with his lover anxious he needed to fix something. Anything. To protect. He couldn't make him feel better about what Astaroth had done but he could keep him safe from anything else.

Kells made it back to the room not an hour later but Dom had already cleared out. He tried not to take it personally but it sent a wash of anxiety through his chest. There was a note left on the table at least but it didn't say much. 'Found a new job, catch me if you can 🖤' with a little black heart at the end. It was the heart that soothed him and the fact that the words felt flirty but he supposed the human didn't realize how connected they already were. He could feel something like a tether between them, his blood was pumping through Dom's veins and keeping them connected.

He didn't go invisible boy often but he didn't want to show himself too soon to the kid so instead of popping up in his passenger seat he kept his lover from seeing him as he relaxed in the back. He knew he'd probably get labeled as creepy if Dom ever found out he did that but it was how he'd spent time before talking to him. He was able to keep him safe but give him space as well. Fuck- he was becoming an Edward wasn't he?

"Are you kidding me Dominic? Are you kidding me? I thought you weren't going to fuck the demon?" Tom's voice filled the car before the man appeared but thankfully the Hunter kept his car on the road. He glared over at his friend and rolled his eyes. That spot was for his demon. The demon. Not his. Fuck.

"I'm not in the mood Tom." He sighed, clenching his hands around the steering wheel. He could still feel his insides trying to settle after being spread apart for the monster's cock. His shower had been perfect but his head was still a mess and there was a small fear in the back of his mind whispering that Kells wasn't coming back.

"Do you know what could happen? Are you ready to face the consequences? Dom, you know I love you but he's a monster!" Tom scoffed, reaching across the bench seat to rest his palm on his best friend's thigh. The moment they touched he thought he heard a growl but it didn't matter. He needed the human to listen.

"And wha' the fuck are you?" Dom spat, he was more annoyed than he normally was with his oldest friend but he couldn't help it. He was dealing with a lot and only Kells seemed to settle him anymore.

"I'm someone who cares! Just… drop this whole revenge thing. Let him finish it. He's strong enough to do it on his own. You can join me at the cabin, okay? Please? Wait- wha' are you doing? Put the lighter down. You aren't about to smoke, are you?" Tom's voice was almost wild as he tried to convince the boy yet again to drop his war. That was never why he'd brought him to America. He'd wanted to give the kid a fresh start.

Kells watched with a smirk as his lover picked up a lighter and a pre-made banishment hex bag. He didn't know what the stranger was on about but he had to bite his cheek not to laugh as Dom lit the spell and Tom grumbled. "Fine, fuck you too. Call me when you-" Whatever he was going to say was cut off as he disappeared. The magic would only last so long but he was proud of his boy.

"Fhought you might want your seat free." Dom smiled, patting the seat next to him and Keliphos startled. No one had ever been able to tell he was present when he was invisible. What the fuck was happening?

The beast climbed over the seat as he let his lover see him and when he settled he was pelted with candy. "Ain't nice to spy. Now clean tha' up." Dom snapped but he wasn't truly angry. Just annoyed. He saved his rage for those that seriously deserved it.

Kells didn't know where they were driving but it didn't matter. He just tried to enjoy the ride. They fought over the radio and shared snacks in vaguely violent or sexual ways and occasionally even got a little handsy. The demon tried to follow the Hunter's lead but he couldn't get his annoyance with the other man out of his head. They didn't talk much, he didn't want to overwhelm his omega more, but he felt closer to him with every mile that passed.

"Shite, I need petrol." Dom grumbled when they passed yet another state line and rolled into a new town. The beast dropped his sunglasses and glared around them, he hated small towns. His bitch was too pretty for them, everyone stared. As the car rumbled to a stop and the kid pushed open the door he looked back at the devil. "So… should I grab some rubbers?" His voice seemed almost nervous again.

Keliphos laughed and shook his head, pulling his glasses off to give him a wink. "Sorry doll but they don't fit. But nah, we're good." The demon had heard a lot of final sentences over the centuries, normally people were begging for their lives or vowing revenge they'd never get but in all his time he'd never heard or uttered such famous last words.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤

This was slightly slice of life and probably not enough plot but at least they're learning some things about each other and themselves. I hope you like it! Why is Kells saying he can't breed? Why is Tom so against them being together? Obviously Tom isn't just a voice in Dom's head but what is he? Why are the boys already so connected? Keep reading to find out ⚰️🖤

[bigdeadpanda]

Head of the Families

Pairing: Namor of Talokan/Shuri of Wakanda

Summary: Mob families of Wakanda and Talokan hold vast territories in California and Nevada but, when the Crime Unit in California starts seeing key figures from both families freely walking on the others territory, somethings gotta give so they deploy the Mob family in their pocket, the Avengers, to find out how far up the food chain it goes. The Avengers, the presumably untouchable family, kidnap who they think is the Head of the Talokan family. Boy, were they wrong.

Word Count: 883

Warnings: Implied Torture

Through the blood dribbling from his nose, the jade plug having been brutally ripped from it, Namor giggled as if the pain he was in was a minor ache that could be healed with a kiss and a band-aid.

"Oh, you all aren't playing the game correctly! You're supposed to ask me where you can find the Head of the family, not ask me what the alliance between Talokan and Wakanda entails!"

"What do you mean?" Tony asks him calculatedly as Namor tries to use his tongue to play with his mangled nose.

"What I mean, gringo, is that I'm no longer the Head of Talokan. You've got the wrong guy" Namor tells him playfully.

"I'm going to pull out his earrings" Thor threatens as he steps toward Namor.

"No, we need to know who the new Head of Talokan is if it isn't him," Steve tells Thor putting his hand on the man's shoulder.

"I can't wait until the White Wolf comes and tears you apart, Rogers. He may have been loyal to you and the Avengers but, after you threw him away, he was given new life in Wakanda and Talokan. He's a valued member to the Head and she'll be all too happy to send him after you" Namor taunts looking at the former Golden Boy of the United States Army.

"Who is the new Head of Talokan and Wakanda?" Natasha asks him as she inspects the bloody pair of pliers in her hand.

"She's La Bella Muerte, She heals and kills in the same breath, she leaves no survivors yet heals those that join her in her crusade of death. She's my goddess who allows me to worship at her altar every night, she is the one who points the finger and orders me to kill and I happily do it all for her. She's Pantera Negra to my A'K'uk'ulkan, and I will happily die in her place over and over again until she orders me not to."

"It can't be Ramonda as she's been spotted in Haiti so there's only one other person this Black Panther can be," Clint says coming up to Tony with his hands in his pockets.

"Shuri doesn't have the guts for this kind of life" Tony responds dismissively.

Smiling wickedly, Namor asks, "Does she?" right before there was an explosion throwing the door across the room right into him causing him and the chair he was tied to tip over right as he started laughing in glee.

Who other than Shuri, the presumed Head of both Wakanda and Talokan, steps through the hole that had been created.

Prim and proper, she carefully steps around the debris that had been created from the explosion with her head held high while her cousin, Erik, and the White Wolf take up their protective positions behind her both sporting AK-47s that were pointed to the ground.

"Gentlemen, madam, you have something of mine I'd like returned to me. I would've preferred unharmed but in our line of business there is nothing we can do to stop harm from occurring so I'd at least like him alive."

"Holy shit," Sam says looking at the woman who'd walked through the door.

"I don't think, Shuri, you quite understand what was going on here so let me spell it out for you…"

"Actually Anthony, I understand perfectly what was going on here. You kidnapped one of mine in broad daylight hoping to get information about Talokan out of him but, what you've failed to notice, is the man is a masochist through and through; he loves pain and everyone in the Talokan family could tell you that so kidnapping and hurting him was a massive waste of time."

Clint looked at Steve in bewilderment while the former Army icon looked disturbed.

Sam mutters while turning away from the three new arrivals, "That explains so much."

"He was just telling us about you," Natasha tells her looking away from the pliers and into her eyes with a blank expression that shouldn't've given anything away.

"It's because he was told to do so. Whatever embellishments he makes are his own" Shuri tells her looking at the man that is now on his knees while still tied to the chair. Shuri could just barely see a knife cutting away at his bonds.

"So, you're telling us that you purposefully let him walk around on his own just to finally tell us that you're the Head of, not only Wakanda but Talokan as well? You know the cops and feds are going to have a field day with this news."

"That's if they ever find out" Erik teases his gold-toothed smile flashing at the Avengers menacingly.

"You're outnumbered here," Thor says tensely.

Looking around as if he's trying to find something on the walls, the chair Namor had been tied to falls onto the floor after he stands up from it.

"I knew he had another knife somewhere" Clint comments to Natasha who just shrugs.

Extra tidbit: Wrinkling his nose and moving it around a bit with his right hand, Namor tells Shuri as she walks passed him, "That always itches, and now I have to pierce my nose…again!"

"Stop complaining, at least we got your plug back this time," Shuri says scolding him.

[luckyy19]

OC in 15 or Fewer

I was tagged by @aziz-reads. Thanks for the tag!!

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Tagging @elliotwriteswords @athenswrites and @tailoroffates

“So squeamish for someone so very violent."

"Shut up." - “No, no. It’s pronounced ‘thank you Viola for preventing me from losing my job.’”

“I’m not a dog,” Cyrus snapped. - “Could’ve fooled me.”

He finally looked up, leveling her with an unimpressed glare. “Don’t make my job harder.” - “Oh, but you know how I love to.”

Quick as a viper, Viola darted forward and leaned in, close enough to grab Phoebe by the chin and force their gazes to meet. “My darling Phoebe,” she cooed. “Do you think you’d still be here if I didn’t care about you as something more than a business asset?”

"And here, in the pitiful mortal world you detest so much, I am a goddess. I am who people seek favors from, I am who they worship. This casino is an altar the desperate and the low pray at, much like you did last night."

“I received a message from James today.” Viola twirled her cane, planting it firmly and leaning on it. “He wants to meet with me at his bar a week from now. Sorry, tavern,” she corrected with an eye roll. “Pompous prick.”

“At least invite me to sit down before you start throwing threats around.”

“Murderous?” Her eyes were wide and innocent, a hand pressed to her chest. “I’m hurt. I haven’t killed anyone recently.”

“Call me a bitch all you want, Silver. I won’t be summoned like one.”

Viola clicked her tongue. “Rumors spread like wildfire, James, and they kill twice as fast.”

Viola plucked the cigarette from his lips, took a long drag, and slowly blew the smoke out. “This city burned once, Ophiuchus. It can burn again. And when it is nothing but ashes and the lot of you are dead, I will be the phoenix remaining.” She placed the cigarette behind his ear, close enough to kiss his cheek when she added, softly, “If I see any of your Chthonics in my territory before you’ve set a date and time, you’ll be getting them back in pieces.”

“How do you want me, boys? I prefer civilized discussion but I’m open to options.”

“I’d hardly call this a fair fight,” she spat back. “I’m in heels, asshole.”

“I understand why I never see you at the Bleeding Hearts, Adrian. You’re terrible at calling bluffs.”

[lesbianmelkor]

THE WHORE SLEEPS BADLY: a playlist for Emilio Sandoz

notes on songs under the cut!! emilio art credit to @ferretteeth

Alone Together - Fall Out Boy

this is the road to ruin and we´re starting at the end!!! emilio deserves to have some angsty music and also. this song is about being alone without being alone and being trapped and being loved for the worst things about yourself. i don´t know where i´m going but i dont think i´m coming home!!

2. Be Afraid - Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit

this is a song about feeling like g-d is ignoring you and feeling like you´re not living up to your potential and also the lyric "we´ve been testing you and you failed to see how long that you could hold it in before you screamed, but you only exhaled" g-ddddddd.

3. Bite the Hand - Boygenius

another song about emilio´s relationship with g-d. "i can´t love you how you want me to"?? he comes home and he can´t do it anymore!! it´s gone!! he´ll bite the hand that feeds him!!! also. "i can´t hear you, you´re too far away" cause he left g-d behind him on rakhat.

4. Butchered Tongue - Hozier

This is actually a pre-priesthood linguistics song for emilio!! minority culture always having to speak in another language than your own, especially for taino emilio... and then speaking these languages that literally nobody else on the planet speaks!! crazy

5. Colorblind - Counting Crows

literally just listen to this song and tell me this isn´t how emilio feels. "i am covered in skin, no one gets to come in" and then the repetition of "i am ready i am fine"?? im pulling my hair out.

6. Cringe - Matt Maeson

so this is actually the stripped version which makes me crazy in its own right but. "oh i make you cringe now. don´t i make you cringe now?" matt said this song is about leading a lifestyle that the people around you don´t approve of and it just. this one. just trust me.

7. Cry for Judas - the Mountain Goats

you get it. you get it. "mistreat your altar boys long enough and this is what you get." "i´m still here but all is lost". it was ruined!! all was lost!! he thinks he is judas betraying g-d!!! you know what i mean.

8. Floating in the Forth - Frightened Rabbit

so the lead singer of frightened rabbit committed suicide by jumping off a bridge into the firth of forth and he wrote this song about doing that before he did that and it just. just. it´s so important also remember this it comes up three songs later.

9. Graceless - The National

"G-D LOVES EVERYBODY, DON´T REMIND ME". this is a song about being in the world without being fully present and it kills me.

10. Leave My Body - Florence + the Machine

from the first line: "i´m gonna be released from behind these lines, and i don´t care whether i live or die" to the last: "moving up to higher ground, your history keeps pulling me down", this is a song about emilio trying to move forward as everyone keeps forcing him to relive what happened over and over.

11. The Modern Leper - Julien Baker

hey remember when i said remember the frightened rabbit trivia! this is from the cover album they released after their lead singer killed himself and it is sooooooo. this is a song about being fundamentally broken and diseased and the rest of the world ignores it but you know you´re unlovable. "i am ill but im not dead and i don´t know which of those i´d prefer"!!!

12. Never Quite Free - the Mountain Goats

this is a song about knowing that the trauma still hangs over you and you´ll never be able to escape it and it makes me cry. anyway. "it gets okay to praise the day, believe in sheltering skies and stable earth, but hear his breath come through his teeth". emilio is trying so hard to build a better life and sometime it just won´t happen!!

13. Prayer in Open D - Emmylou Harris

again from the first lyric to the last, this is a song about emilio sandoz. "there´s a valley of sorrow in my soul, where every night i hear the thunder roll like the sound of a distant gun over all the damage i have done" and it Gets Worse From There!!

14. Relative Fiction - Julien Baker

"cause i don´t need a savior i need you to take me home"!!! the religious trauma HITS when you´re trying so hard to be good for a g-d you no longer believe in!!!

15. Spent Gladiator 2 - the Mountain Goats

"stay alive. maybe spit some blood at the camera. just stay alive" what if your life and your pain was a spectacle and you dont know how to escape and you don´t even know what escape would look like. anyway.

16. Sun Bleached Flies - Ethel Cain

hey girls. hey girls. did you know g-d loves you but not enough to save you!! anyway religious trauma and having fallen in the eyes of g-d and not being able to fix it and just wanting to be safe and go home. "if it´s meant to be then it will be. i forgive it all as it comes back to me"!!! praying to go back to a home you know you can never return to. i am unwell.

17. Televangelist - Julien Baker

i hear you saying "jordan this is the third julien baker song on here" and all i can say is gay ppl with religious trauma understand emilio sandoz better than anyone else. anyway. "am i a masochist screaming televangelist clutching my crucifix of white noise and static. all my prayers are just apologies." you know what i mean.

18. 24 Frames - Jason Isbell

this is once again a song about g-d abandoning you!! "you thought g-d was an architect now you know he´s something like a pipe bomb ready to blow". it´s soooo good.

in conclusion: i am mentally unwell please appreciate the fruits of my insanity.

[adultswim2021]

Lucy, the Daughter of the Devil #8: “The Special Fathers vs. the Vampire Altar Boys” | October 22, 2007 - 12:15AM | S01E08

I admire when a TV show does an episode that breaks from it’s formula, generally speaking. But when a TV show you despise does it almost feels embarrassing, like you’re accidentally witnessed something you’re not supposed to see.

I guess it’s somewhat comparable to the time in fifth grade when my mom scheduled a dentist appointment during a school day, which made me a couple hours late to school. By happenstance that day wound up being the day we were doing sex ed. They combined two classes and split the boys from each class into one room and the girls from each class into another. Coincidentally the girls got to stay in what would have been my home room. So when I walked in I was met with about 40 girls all yelling at me to get out. That’s sorta like this, except imagine the girls-only sex ed instructor is Loren Bouchard on a DVD audio commentary pompously explaining how he felt it was important to break the formula of the show for this episode, and the fifth grade girls that are yelling at me to get out are just different fifth grade girls, but wearing all black.

To finish that story: when the boy’s class was over the instructor told us we were welcome to stay after and ask more questions if we wanted. My friends and I actually took her up on that. We were the “obviously have seen porn” kids, and we asked some slightly more advanced questions then what was presented to us in class. I remember this afternoon fondly, but I wonder if we were usurping the time meant for the molested children among us to come get some help. Oh well. Best not to think about it too much. The folly of youth!!!

Speaking of getting molested: This one is a standalone Lucy-less story about the Special Fathers being called to address a growing problem of vampiric choir boys in various churches. It actually starts off with an attempted molestation by a priest on an alter boy getting shut down by said alter boy actually growing fangs and drinking the blood of said priest. 

The Special Fathers are brought in and briefed on the matter at hand. We are treated to a little cutesy chalkboard drawing animation describing how to kill a vampire and explaining which myths are from movies and are bogus. One of the fathers points out that most modern movies also include similar lines to “forget what you’ve seen in movies”, which is a decently funny observation. I also liked the little exchange about how one of the Vatican scientists has a captive vampire for purely vain reasons (to best a friend who has a pet snake). Also mildly funny. 

Another bit I sorta like is when the tenacious Eugene Mirman nun is being drained of her blood while shackled to the cross. She refuses to die, and keeps spitefully making mundane conversation. She winds up getting rescued by the priests who charge in with a big inflatable mattress on top of a truck. That’s the other thing: the church discovered that crosses have no effect on these vampires, but they are terrified of balloons. 

I don’t like this show, but I’d call this one of the stronger episodes. Nothing made me laugh out loud, but there are some ideas I thought were decently amusing. The story moves quickly and then it’s over. That 23 minutes went by fast! Wait? 23 minutes? That can’t be right.

Okay, it isn’t right. BUT: If you watch this on HBOMax right now, the episode appears to be double-length. That’s because they uploaded it without editing the master, which includes a superfluous copy of the episode tacked onto the end with no text. So you can make your fan edit of this episode replacing all the credits with comic sans font.

MAIL BAG

There was a cool goth-ish girl at my high school who used to wear a Home Movies shirt all the time. I wonder if she ever saw or was even aware of Lucy. Anyway, I wonder if loren was jealous of all the goth puss jackson & doc probably pulled in

Loren would kill to smell even Dino’s finger’s (which yielded a 1 in 5 chance there’d be man juice on there)

Reading that last robot chicken review made me go “wow they used to have a girl ninja turtle named Venus” out loud to the friend I was calling which then piqued our curiosity enough for us to look at a bunch of low resolution pictures of her and try to figure out if she had nipples or not. She didn’t but it really looks like she does sometimes. She didn’t though. It was just a trick of the eye. It was just a trick.

They are calling this maybe one of the worst tricks ever pulled, in my mouth

[m39]

Decade of DOOMstruction(2000s): 1 map WADs (source port)

If you thought that there weren’t enough WADs to talk about previously, don’t worry. We have 4 times more of these today. And, oh boy… We are off with a bang.

2000 – CHORD 3

As in, the difficult type of a bang, the conclusion to the Chord series has a high chance to kick your ass. Unfortunately, by the end of 2000s standards, it’s closer to the cheap difficulty, with traps surrounding you with enemies, BEING surrounded by enemies at the start (at least there are no hitscanners at the start), the environment usually being against you, starving amounts of ammo until the end of the map, and the less we talk about the bullshit galore of the ending, the better.

I think I might have been more masochistic in the past since I found this map easier with my first review; probably because I found cheap stuff more acceptable and now I got more rusty.

Nonetheless, it’s still a fine map. I still recommend giving it a shot, even though the cheapness of this map might sour your experience with it. Don’t try it on UV when playing blind.

2001 – VRACK 2

This map, on the other hand, felt easier than the last time I played it. Sure, there are over 550 enemies on HMP, but on the other hand, you get a lot of rockets to use, and it doesn’t feel as cheap as the previous map; I’m not even mentioning how some of the secrets trivialize some of the harder moments of the map.

It still looks kind of impressive for a space station from a 2001 WAD. And it was less confusing than during my review of it (probably because I had a secrets guide I made for myself).

It might be an over-two decades-old fossil of a map, but it’s still a good map worth checking out.

2002 – RUMA

While Espi is still fondly remembered by the Doom community even to this day, and even after being dead for 15 years, I’m not really that fond of the decisions he made with his WADs.

Starting with this map, for instance, where the hardest thing to survive is not the small barrage of barons and revenants near the end, but the new sound effects. The pea shooter now sounding like an actual pea shooter, the profanation that is the super slapgun, and the horribly bitcrushed explosion from another game I don’t recognize which, makes me want to play this map muted.

Other than that, it’s still a good map in other parts of it. Sure, the army of zombiemen going down the hallway near the starting area is a bit much, but it’s not a hard map, and by the early 2000s, it looks neat. I think I might appreciate this map slightly more than the last time I played it since it doesn’t try to make unwanted gimmicks over the cost of fun.

If you think you can survive the new sound effects, go ahead and play this map. I don’t think it will disappoint you.

2003 – SPACE STATION OMEGA

It’s kind of hilarious how the author of this map would made the foundation for the Doom+2 port released this year.

As for this map, though? It’s basically one of those tech demos to see what ZDoom can do. My opinion on it doesn’t really change. Annoying? Sure. But it’s less annoying than some of the other tech demos of its time. You can give it a pass.

2004 – GROVE

Trees that block your every move. Darker than a baboon’s arsehole. Irritatingly cryptic in some places. Forces you to do things in a certain way to not rip your remaining hairs out. These are some of the elements that plague this map. A map that should fall apart, and yet it fits in many places.

It’s a marvel for eyes and ears, the atmosphere might be one of its kind, and despite ammo-starving you, you will still have enough ammo to kill all enemies if you know where to look.

This is a map only a madman with the mind of B.P.R.D. could understand 100%. Even though I still like it to some degree, it’s without a doubt one of the most polarizing maps in the WAD community. And yet, I still recommend you play it, if only for the sheer curiosity.

Check the bookcases in the house near the start.

2005 – ALTAR OF EVIL

This might be the best map in this category’s roster by far.

Not overly cryptic. Challenging but not going too far. Atmospheric. Good use of Doom 64’s sound effects. No hitscanners whatsoever.

It’s a really solid map worth trying out. It might have some sound glitches, and the starting area kind of reeks of bullshit, but hey, nothing is perfect. You won’t be disappointed with this one.

2006 – ONIRIA

Another great and fun map to play.

I don’t know how, but I think I enjoyed this map more than the last time I played it. Like Grove, it is one of the more unique experiences of playing Doom WADs, but at the same time, it is much, MUCH less polarizing than that map. Somehow trying to wake up from a monochromatic dream full of skulls to collect became one of the best 2000s WADs to play. And it’s a crime that it isn’t as remembered as the other maps from the roster.

Go ahead and play it. I 100% recommend checking this map.

2007 – SONGS OF THE DAMNED

Three great maps to play in a row, people. And the second one without hitscanners.

It slightly spices up the gameplay by nerfing cacos and lost souls… and plasma gun as well (SHIT), but aside from that, it’s a rather standard, but fun map to play. It might be cheap in some places, but aside from one secret that forces straferunning and the trial-and-error guessing game with the yellow key, this map wasn’t that cheap. It’s not that hard either. And it’s pretty fun to look at when it comes to its architecture and scale.

This map will not disappoint you either.

2008 – ESCAPE FROM CASTLE CHEZCREA

We end today’s roster with a little bit of a letdown (when compared to the previous three maps).

On its own, it is still a fun map to play; it has some interesting things to do, like picking up a pickaxe to unlock one of the secrets (and that pickaxe is not a sprite), but aside from that, it’s rather standard. Nothing else really sticks out aside from some cool locations.

Still, worth checking out.

WINNER

I believe the maps from 2005 to 2007 deserve the title of the best WAD of the decade. It’s like every element of each map snapped in the right place. Only one of them will get this title, though. And I believe that Oniria deserves the second One Man Army award for the best one-map WAD of the decade. The reason for its win is basically the same one why it was named one of the best WADs of 2006 – it stands out from both AoE and SotD.

That doesn’t mean that Altar of Evil and Songs of the Damned are left with nothing. I’m naming both of them runners-up in this category… along with Grove. I might be biased with the latter one, but look, despite its polarizing ideas, it should be at least recognized.

And that’s all for the one-map WADs. Stay tuned in the future folks. The time between each part will only get longer… probably.