#or is it just that one lil fucker’s problem?

[zibiscusloon]

They’re approaching

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[holylulusworld]

Compensation (3)

Summary: No one messes with Walter Marshall.

Pairing: Mobster!Walter Marshall x fem!Reader

Warning: angst, a lil plot twist, scared reader, fluff, possessive Walter, language

Compensation (2)

“I know it’s not your apartment, but please, make yourself home, princess,” Walter murmurs as he follows you inside the guest room. It’s not far away from the master bedroom, the one Walter inhabits.

The luxurious bedroom looks bigger than your former apartment. It’s part of his well-designed home. Everything in the room looks brand new and expensive. From the vanity table to the chaise lounge. There is a velvety, high-end carpet placed under the luxurious four-poster bed.

“I know you must be tired, but let me give you a tour,” he says and wraps one arm around your shoulders. Walter guides you toward a door on the other side of the huge room. His warmth is almost unbearable. You want to bask in it and feel safe, but you can’t.

Walter drops his arm from around your shoulders to point at the door.

“Walk-in wardrobe. Through the other door is a bathroom, with a shower, a bathtub, and everything you’ll need.”

You can't find your voice, so you nod. Everything is just too much. Your boss killed a man for you. Your home got destroyed. And now he wants you to live with him.

Why? You have no clue.

“How about you take a warm bath and get settled in? I’ll be right next door, Y/N. If you need anything, the door to the left is mine.” He smirks when you look up at him with big, wide eyes. “You’re safe here. Nothing will happen to you on my watch.”

He finally steps away, letting you breathe. Walter looks you all over again, humming as you look adorable in his sweater. It’s too big for you and reaches your knees.

“Thank you,” you murmur; it’s all you can do. “For everything.”

Walter hesitates for a moment. He stares at you for what feels like hours before he cups your face with his right hand. “Don’t worry. You’ll have everything you need. Get some sleep now.”

And then he turns around to leave you even more stunned. You can still feel the warmth of his hand on your skin when the door shuts behind him.

You stare at the door for a little longer before you turn toward the walk-in wardrobe. Opening the door, you gasp. You expected it to be empty, not filled with clothes.

You slowly walk inside, glancing at the pretty clothes. Dresses from designers you only ever saw in fashion magazines, soft sweaters, and shoes in every form. Nightgowns, pajamas, even socks. Everything is your size.

“That’s impossible,” you grab one of the sweaters, frowning because it’s brand new. “How can he know my size?” Even if Walter knew your size, how did he manage to get so many clothes in such a short amount of time?

You’re overwhelmed once again. Stumbling out of the wardrobe, you make your way toward the bathroom door. Maybe if you splash cold water on your face, you’ll wake from this dream.

“I said no!” Walter barks on the phone. “I don’t want to meet up tonight or any other night.” He makes a face as one of his regular sex dates purrs filthy things. “Stop that, or I’ll make you stop. Never call me again. I have someone now."

He hangs up the phone, immediately blocking her number.

“You have someone now?” Rachel cocks a brow. “I didn’t know you’re dating. When did that happen?”

“That’s none of your concern,” Walter waves her off, not in the mood to explain his love life to her. “I’m not into Chanel any longer. Do you have a problem with that?”

“No.” She shakes her head. Rachel tries to stay professional, never getting involved in her boss’s private life. “I was just wondering if you need us to protect the new woman in your life.”

“She’s not for you to worry about.” He dips his head to glance at Rachel. “I need you to check on the whereabouts of Y/N’s ex-boyfriend. Find me some dirt I can use against him. That fucker has to stay away from her.”

“Why not find a final solution?” Rachel questions. “I can send someone to get rid of him.”

“The cops would connect the dots, Rachel. Y/N works for me. She lives at my place. Suddenly her ex disappears?” He huffs. “We cannot risk drawing too much attention toward us and our business.”

“Got it, boss. I’ll find all the dirt you want.

Opening the cabinet in the bathroom, you frown. There’s lots of makeup, creams, lotions, and everything you could wish for. Everything is unopened.

The expensive shampoo and conditioner are the ones you always wanted to try. You shake your head. How could Walter possibly know about all that?

No. He can’t. Maybe one of his girlfriends liked the brand, and he had some left to give to you. This must be it. Everything else doesn’t make sense...

You decide to forget about what happened and do what Walter told you to do. You’re going to take a warm bath and try to get some sleep.

“No!” You wake up screaming. The soft blanket clutched to your chest, you stare at the door when it bursts open. Walter storms into the room, a gun in his hands.

“Princess?” He steps inside your room, looking for an intruder. “What happened? Are you hurt? Did someone try to hurt you?”

You’re panting heavily, close to panicking. “I-I…he…” You shake your head, and Walter sighs. He had hope you’re going to heal knowing the man attacking you is dead. How foolish of him. Of course, you won’t get over what happened so easily.

“It was a nightmare,” he concludes and steps even closer to your bed. Walter looks at you, clinging to the blanket. “Do you want me to stay?”

He presses his hands to his sides to not scare you even more. You look at him, wrinkling your forehead. “I can sleep on the floor or on the chaise lounge.”

Dipping your head, you look at the small chaise lounge. A huge man like Walter could never sleep comfortably on the furniture.

“I don’t know,” you tug at the blanket, eyes darting from Walter’s face to the gun in his hand. “Would you?”

“Sure, princess,” Walter murmurs your name as he secures his gun. He puts it on the nightstand before he turns to close the door. You’re nervously chewing on your lower lip. Your boss is crawling under the covers to lie next to you. His big hands reach out for you to bring you into his arms.

You go stiff when he nuzzles his face in your neck. “I’m here, Y/N. He can’t hurt you anymore. You’re safe with me, princess. Always.”

“Okay, Walter wants the dirt. Get it!” Rachel barks orders at the tech nerd they hired some months ago. “Oh, and do me a favor.” She runs her hand over Jensen’s back. “Check on Y/N Y/L/N and her father too.”

“Why?” Jensen frowns. “The boss wanted me to do the same months ago. I thought he was satisfied with the information I gave to him.”

Rachel frowns deeply. “Months ago?”

“Yup. Boss wants me to check on every employee, but damn, he even wanted to know about her favorite ice cream.” Jensen grins before typing away on his keyboard. “Does he want me to print him everything again? I bet he accidentally threw it away.”

“Can you send me everything to my account?” Rachel asks. “And not a word to Walter. I want to check on her background again. I need to be sure he didn’t overlook an important detail.”

“Not much to find out about her,” Jensen shrugs. “Her parents died in an accident. Nothing interesting or fishy about it. She’s a single child. Do you want me to continue?”

“Her parents are dead.” She frowns deeply. "Compensation, my ass!” Rachel exclaims before glaring at Jensen. “I want everything you got on her, her parents, and everyone she ever talked to. If you tell Walter about this, I’ll cut your tongue out!”

You fell asleep faster than Walter expected. His warmth and two strong arms wrapped around you made you feel safe.

“I’ve got you, princess.” He murmurs in your neck. “I knew when I saw you that first day after you came to my town that you’re going to be mine.”

Walter closes his eyes to allow himself to get some sleep too. He regrets nothing. Having you finally in his arms was worth all the effort.

The only thing he regrets is that he couldn’t stop the bastard from attacking you. Walter should’ve made a move on you sooner. Your attacker would’ve stayed away from you knowing you’re Walter Marshall’s girlfriend...

Part 4

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[partycatty]

I have to do anon bc like I have gotten soooo addicted to your dark star johnny like.. they are so good i need 15 of those lil fuckers. You just write so good oml you ATE!!!!!

you want more? i give you more!

dark star!johnny cage > i found you

a continuation of i'll find you, johnny knew you couldn't have gotten too far... and he's not happy when he finds you.

warnings: yandere johnny, abusive relationship, lots of freaky and sick and twisted themes

notes: y'all can't stay away from jobby cag, can ya...? me neither.

[ masterlist ]

• weeks had passed since you made your grand escape, and johnny would scrape through every possible source of evidence he could think of. security cameras, tracking devices, bank statements... all of it came up to nothing.

• you were driving him mad with the loss, needing someone to talk to, someone to nod and smile and sit pretty while obeying like a good pet. johnny needed that, he needed a toy to dress up and manage. being left alone with his thoughts was no good, and every paparazzi barrage would end in a public outburst, one that the masses accredited to desperation to find his poor missing partner.

• checking into hotels with fake names, you bounced across cities in hopes that you don't leave a large enough trail behind you. this all came crashing down when, as you walked down the street in your casual clothes, a long, outstretched arm pointed to you.

• "aren't you...?" the stranger is baffled, eyes wide and mouth agape as your features are taken in and properly familiarized with the same face plastered on every social media: johnny's missing beau!

• the question turns heads, draws attention and pulls out phones, recording and snapping your figure as you desperately pulled at the locked door of a convenience store. you had hoped that you wouldn't be recognized, but it seemed to be inevitable with how aggressive johnny was with his sob story. you were missing, poor, dazed and confused according to the world, not a victim looking for freedom.

• it's not long before johnny catches wind of your spotting, several states over in a place he'd never dare touch with his pompous fingers. he figured you better than that, better than conforming with... the common folk. granted, the common folk were his source of income, but to him they were no more than that. well... that, and an ego-booster.

• late at night, you toss and turn in your hotel room, the warmth of the comforter offering you no reassurance that something was horribly off. your suspicions were confirmed when a tapping at the window draws you of your pathetic attempt at sleep.

• "love~" your heart stops at the horrifically familiar voice, the drawl that makes your stomach flip and sleep become a distant concept.

• you fall silent, hoping maybe he'd give up, think he got the wrong room. "don't be stupid," he continues, tapping again. "everyone knows you're here, doll. come on out! we've all been very worried for you."

• it's then that you hear the shutter of cameras and a muffled commotion of people. paparazzi. he brought a damn parade with him, shaming you into emerging from the den of safety. shielding his intentions with a crowd that worships the sight of two of you together.

• after a few moments, the doorknob jiggles with an eagerness that startles you, making you wish for only a moment you can that you had purchased a self defense item before leaving. the door swings open, and johnny stands, one hand on his hip and the other dangling the key.

• "i went ahead and told the front desk about our little disagreement," he hums, lip twitching. "got a key no problem. i missed you bad, pretty thing."

• "get the fuck out," you hiss through your teeth, eyeing the paparazzi behind him starting to clutter around the doorway. "walk away."

• "no," his voice is beyond sure, his tone childlike, as if you had told him it was bedtime. "i don't want to. and frankly, i don't care what you want. you're unwell, aren't you? c'mere, i'll be good, you know i only bite if you ask real nice."

• you were pinned, the thought of making yourself out to be an insane freak sickening you. there was no way around it, johnny had you cornered to smile and wave, strained grins and clenched fists as he guides you into his car. the paparazzi flash and flicker in your eyes, blinding your path.

• 'johnny's love has been found!' the news reads, gossip articles and news anchors alike are catching up the population on the a-lister's drama, explaining the story from a side that's foggy with deception. you were saved, back in his strong arms, and trapped once again in his grasp. this time, he had no intention of letting you go.

• as soon as the door closes shut, johnny backs you against the wall, your head slamming.

• "you dumb, stupid girl," he growls into your face, breath hot and face scrunched. "wasting my damn time, you like doing that, don't'cha? what, you didn't miss me even a little bit, don't lie to me now."

• "not in the slightest," you try and be strong, but his large form overtakes yours and makes your knees weak. "you're... you're mean to me."

• "mean?" he laughs a gross cackle, looking away for a moment. "i'm only mean because you make me. you like it when i put you in your place, that's why you act like a brat."

• he grabs your face, slamming your head against the wall again, this time with more force. your jaw hurts as his grip squeezes the fat of your cheeks, squishing your face with his fingers. "you test me, you know that? i should've put up more cameras... yeah... maybe that's my plan. i'll call the guy tomorrow, get rid of those blind spots... bathroom included."

• he leans in for a kiss and you pull away, as far as you're able considering your constraints. his frown deepens.

• "i love you," he purrs, a wicked grin stretching his face. "i loved you enough to find you. you should be thanking me."

• "i'm sorry," you dryly reply, eyes darting between his.

• johnny's grip changes, moving from your face to your wrists, pinning them above your head in one swift motion. his smile pulling at his features and glittering deviously.

• "you're not sorry, you'd do it again if i give you the chance," he suggests, shaking his head. the tip of his nose brushes yours. "you're not leaving my sight, not anymore, sweetheart. love you too much for that."

• johnny leans into your neck, running his nose up the length of your skin. he breathes deep, peppering kisses in a path that leads to your stomach. he drops to his knees.

• "i missed you real bad, honest," he insists, his eyes big and watery. "i'm nothing without you, you know. you're my girl. i need you just as bad as you need me. i can't... i can't let you go. not again. i'm not me without you."

• his fingers dig into your hips, squeezing with a sick mix of affection and hunger.

• "i've got you," he breathes, slowly rising. "and you're staying."

[xesiarah]

𓏵 Yan!Mafia Boss x Reader

Side notes: started ts when I was taking a shit + I wrote this to cure my wattpad loving younger self leave me alone teehee

Summary: You got sick and your hot obsessive macho bomshakalaka mafia boss husband decided to make it everyone's problem 😈

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You've never thought you'd be paying for your sins this early.

It's as if every single enemy you've had in life is suddenly granted a free reign to beat the shit out of you.

You're currently bedridden, at this point, basically anticipating death to arrive, to take you out of your misery and drag you to the depths of hell where you'd honestly feel way better in.

Well, would you look at that. Your husband enters the room with a commanding presence, almost making the sickness dissipate from your body. Almost. He gracefully kneels to check your temperature with his hand. His gaze carries a blend of innocent concern you'd think he didn't slaughter individuals for a living. "Are you absolutely certain you're feeling alright? If you need anything else-" you cut him off, looking at him dead in the eyes, literally and figuratively. "I need ibuprofen and a will to fucking live."

Actually, you were never one to fall ill easily; in fact, you're 100% positive you're as healthy as a horse. But on rare occasions, the severity would escalate to the extent that you would be confined to bed for over a week, or even worse, to the point of hospitalization.

Nothing truly scares you; it's just that ever since you started dating Damon, everything began to feel like your mom's most delicate china dishes, one wrong move and this dude's patience will snap just like that. And he's never one to fuck around with. — Especially when it comes to the one he treasures the most.

So, when you did fall sick, Damon is in need of someone to take his anger out on, and naturally, he targets his own men.

Those incompetent little shits. He has always made sure to have his men watch over you, whether it be in public or when you desire a sense of privacy. He ensures they stay out of your sight. A week ago, he granted you permission to go out, under the condition that you were accompanied by at least three proficient bodyguards, strong buff men somehow turned into your little ladies-in-waiting. — Later on, when he found out that the cause of your illness was just fuckass rain, he was furious. And all because the 3 dimwits in charge failed to bring an umbrella, like, has not one of them thought about waltzing into the nearest store to buy one!? Stupid buttfucks. Seriously, you'd assume that with the amount of money he pays them, they would come together hand in hand.. and with the power of friendship! Manifest an umbrella in order to shield you from the rain.

At present, the three men who looked after you are trapped in the confines of his office. The tension is so thick, it's like leather or rope, which Damon himself could use to strangle these wastes of air. "Why do you fuckers think I hired you?" He's menacingly seated at his desk positioned in the center of the spacious room. The men were paralyzed by fear, just like your forgotten cup of soda left in the freezer - completely frozen. "Answer me," he calmly stated, and by "calmly" I mean he's pointing a gun at them and didn't shoot immediately. That's quite peaceful, don't you think?

"Or none of you will survive out here," he added, his tone dripping with hostility. As if he even had the intention of letting that happen in the first place. The moment your temperature spiked was the precise moment these three idiots were declared deceased. "N-none of us thought it was gonna rain-" The taller of the three spoke, making the unfortunate decision to try to reason with the devil's incarnate, — lil bro didn't even have time to regret it because his brains were blown out almost immediately. "You think being prepared isn't part of the job!?" Damon could feel himself age ten fucking years. How stupid can you be!?

"Leave." He gestures with his hand. With a heavy heart, both survivors were relieved to finally leave. But, they weren't able to even take a few more steps out the door when two gunshots struck them in the head. Their dead bodies fall to the floor in a loud thud. "Assholes." He muttered, messaging his temples and turning to his second-in-command, holding the gun. "You have been so kind in granting them a lengthy existence, boss," he remarked with a smile. Without even sparing the dude a glance, Damon mumbled, "I need y/n."

Of course, he does. You're literally the only one who could reduce this life-threatening man into a lovesick puppy.

[cabi-leodrann]

Cabi! Big fan Joffrey here!

I wanted to ask, every time I see your art not only am I stunned by the quality, but also by the sheer uniqueness in style and character design. I've never seen a lamb designed quite like yours, it's so perfectly yours. What went into the inspiration behind the characters design, especially facially? Did you try and mimick a real lamb, or was there a more fantasy-element that you veered toward?

I can't specifically put my finger on it, but it gives me vague Warframe vibes. It's such a beautifully odd design and I can't get enough.

Love your work, love everything you do, can't wait to see what's next!

Hope you're well, stay safe, take care!

First of all, your ask is one of the biggest compliments I ever had in my life, I will keep it forever. You're an absolute chad! Second of all, those are very interesting questions, and I will be very happy to answer to them!

It started more or less with this drawing I made *look at the date* 2 years ago apparently. Way before I even thought of an AU- I didn't had much in mind, beside doing something that looked cool tbh.

I was very happy with the flow of it, and how it came out. And when I drew the Lamb again, I would try to nail THIS design.

The thing is, with time, I had a really big problem: Lamb looked way too young when I thought of them more as an adult. I had too much of the original game design guiding me, making a Lamb that was too cute and childlike for what I wanted. (And also, the head did not go well with the rest of the body holy shi-)

Came those drawings! I was happier with the look, Lamb was older! And I found the colored design quit nice! (I used a sheep picture as reference, but I don't think I used it well, compared to now. I used the reference for details, when I should have gone for overall shape first.) I still wanted something simpler to draw tho. The colored design was nice for an illustration, a one time gig, but I got pretty annoyed pretty fast at trying to nail the face every time. And from those attempt, you get the sketches on the right. (I also wanted to get away from other artiste's interpretation of Lamb, and at the time of those drawing, I didn't felt like I was away enough)

From those previous sketches, the idea for THaB started to emerge. I also still had problem with Lamb's design. Especially the hair. I was inspired by black hair, which is usually not a problem, but I was never happy with how it looked on Lamb specifically. I can draw black hair, I can draw black characters, but this mother-fucker would never feel satisfying to draw or finish 👀

And one day, as THaB was solidifying in my mind, I made a series of sketches that I posted! And one of them was the most important in Lamb's final design. This lil guy! (this design didn't came out of nowhere tho, Lamb was evolving into this as I kept trying. But I wont show those sketches, because those are spoilers =3)

And soon after, I made a comic that was supposed to only be a one shot, just a POV of Lamb and there reaction to Nari' telling them to die for him. But you know, things got out of hand lol

As I continued the comic and doodles on the side, I finally made myself a reference board, with real life images that were close to the vibe of this head drawing. (And I cannot stress enough how those references solidified Lamb's design as a whole. Draw with references, it is life changing. The more reference you get, the more your visual library will get diverse, and the more interesting detail and shape you will add to your art in general.) (I'd also add this: understand what you are drawing, make research and stay curious for every bit of info on everything. You never know when these nuggets of knowledge will help you as you create)

As I kept drawing the Lamb, they evolved! Things changed, slowly, like the shape of the nose, the shape of the eyes, how the hair flowed. You see those change at the face, but also on the body! As the idea of THaB's Lamb got clearer, the design got more specific. (I also got better at drawing! This comic make me draw way more often then before, and it shows)

Something before I finish: the other Cult of the Lamb character's design are way more inspired by their animals, when Lamb is more in the human spectrum. I thought of changing Lamb at some point, to make it fair/coherent, but I loved the design too much to change it again. This AU is something I do for fun, and even if it would have been more logical to change them... I don't want to-

As for the vague Warframe vibes: I play the game! And I found the character design absolutely stunning. So I am definitely influenced by the game without knowing it lol

Thank you very much, again, for your kind words! I also wish you the best, and see you next post =D

TL;DR: Lamb design, at first, wasn't inspired by much, beside the game and my style at the time. But as I retried to make them, added more intent, they got more refined. What really nailed the idea was to have real life references on the side.

[threepandas]

Bird4Bird Part 3: Yandere Hawks

Did you know? That Fukuoka has the highest concentration of winged Quirks in Japan? Most of them in or around Kyushu. It's a remarkably recent thing too. Used to be farther north, but that slowly died off when the Hero Rising Wing died in action.

Wanna know WHY?

It's because of the fuckin Gyms.

The markets. The specialty doctors offices. The clothing lines that cater to people who have LIMBS sticking out if their backs. All of those? Yeah, they picked up and looked for the next Hero to slap a brand deal on. Because GOD FORBID they serve the community that already existed and needed them.

So folks had to move. Sell their houses.

It was that or take the train for hours each day, after all.

Because? Again. No license? Who CARES if your health suffers! Fucking WALK. Dangerous muscle atrophy and spinal problems? Should have thought about being a HERO! Bleed for the state!

You're not bitter.

You're just routinely pissed enough to spit shards of GLASS.

Doesn't help that YOUR quirk? Oh, YOUR Quirk is one of the BIG ones. One of those "why yes, I CAN bench press a small vehicle, why do you ask?" Sorta quirks. The upkeep is a NIGHTMARE. You live in a god damned SHOEBOX.

You HAVE too! Because FUCKING INSURANCE doesn't cover "frivolous" "luxury" expenses like your Hero-grade gym membership. Which you only NEED because you'd BREAK the normal machines at a standard Avian Quirk Specialty Gym. But good luck trying to agree with the BIGOTS at-!!!

.....breathe. Just.... just breath. In, then out, in, then out.

Not Worth it.

This is workout time. De-stress. Getting to stretch your wings. Work up a swea-OH MOTHER FUCKER!!

Hawks bats his eyelashs, obnoxiously in your opinion, at you and twiddle his fingers in a cheeky lil shit wave. No. NO. This is you day OFF from community service. You were supposed to be FREE of him! How is he HERE?!

You look him dead in the eyes and project MURDER.

His obnoxious grin gets bigger. It's like he WANTS you to fight him! Is... is this bullying? Are you being BULLIED? You're on fuckin PAROLE. The flesh may be so, SO willing to slam him face first through a wall... but the spirit DOESNT WANT TO GO TO JAIL. His ass ain't worth it!

Leave you crimson ass, crow demon! FUCK OFF!

He pouts exaggeratedly at you. Dramatic and fake as shit. "Aaaw, aren't we FRIENDS? Don't you want to hang ooooout~?" NO! I would sell you back to whatever hell dimension you crawled from, for a toothpick I DONT EVEN WANT!

He looks delighted.

Stop that!

You try and ignore him. Finish your work out. But he is so, SO clingy and whiny and LOUD. He's doing on purpose. You know he is. HE knows, you know, he is. You can see it in his eyes. It's the fucking malicious little sparkle.

Is he getting OFF on this? What, does he just LIKE to harrass people? Pick at them?

If he keeps fucking around, he's GONNA find out.

You storm away the second your done. Try to lose him at the changing rooms. Fail. Now he's following you... eating greasy fried chicken... OBNOXIOUSLY. Does he HAVE to FLY while he does that?! The exaggerated noises are COMPLETELY UNNECESSARY!

You spin to rip him a new one, take one look at his smug, victorious expression... and? Actually? Enjoy your fucking chicken. Mama didn't raise a lil bitch. She had a Cutesy Pair Of Angel Wings™ her entire life. Was fetishized to FUCK and back. Learned the fine art of rage and taking no prisoners.

She? She raised a spiteful wrath child with a strong sense of justice.

Fuck yoooooooou.

You hope he CHOKES on that chicken. You begin to turn, but stop. He WAS looking annoyed that his plan didn't work. Why did he just start smirking? He looks entirely too smug and pleased. Not looking AT you. Over your head? Behind-?

"Omg, IS THAT HAWKS~♡?!"

Oh, fuck. You feel the blood drain from you face. His eyes flick down to yours. His PR, fake ass, smile has never been toothier. D...Don't do it. Don't you DARE.

He strikes a photo ready pose. Why YES HE IS~!

You desperately try to get out of the way. You've SEEN the carnage. The poor souls caught in the crossfire. High pitched squeals and thundering feet race closer from behind you. A red feather has by the front of the jacket. You stare down in betrayal. Back up in horror.

You're supposed to be a HERO!

The Fan's cometh. And with a howling curse, you get consumed by the crowd. Hawks laughs, bright and charming above the crowd. His feathers never leaving your body as you get thrown around. Shouldn't have ignored him~

But man, the face you made was pretty cute, too.

Following you was a great idea! He should do it more often~♡

[taureantarot]

Pick A Card

What negative force have you overcome?

(Piles 1-3, bottom to top) Using “Roast Iconic”, “Moonology” and “Golden Mantra” decks.

1) Cherry Wine by Hozier

“Get Fucked, Influencer, Feral, Legend”

Bottom of the deck says “Red Flag”

Oh, you’ve been a problem. Like Natalia Kills, “That girl is a problem, problem, problem”. You’ve snapped on people who have siphoned your patience and hope for their own cruelty; I sense really intense bullying and hatred here; you got some jealous bitches on your back and you’ve set that B.S. good two-shoes record straight. They say only god can judge us, and god is PROUD. Your behavior was entirely unacceptable and uncalled for but it was exactly what was coming for ‘em. That’s all I know. You did good. You will influence people around you to do the same, you’ve made changes in your circle without even knowing, and you ARE looking up to, but won’t be just as easily accepted. It’s the price of being a boss bitch. Whine to your therapist about it while rejoicing over freedom from energy vamps.

Don’t Let Your Past Hold You Back — I know you’re in some very big shoes in a very big way. You got to push forward. You got to take up space. You’ve made yourself known, don’t let your past cycles with these bullies (I get that very strongly) suppress your spirit. You hold the reins and you have more support than you know. I love you. You have love waiting for you to grasp on your end, too. Cherry Wine is important. But great fucking job. Be a bitch.

2) this is me trying by Taylor Swift

“Feral, Unicorn, Love + Gaslight, Privilege, Narcissist, Legend”

I see someone who isn’t at rock bottom, sorry. But you are no less worthy of empathy. I see you are working against years of abuse. Narcissistic feeding on your heart, your dreams. You haven’t been a good person, frankly. But you were not drinking from a good well of wisdom. Perhaps you have generational wealth or are a WASP as they say, no judgement here, but you ARE a legend for fighting back against that programming. Spirit is proud. I see this could be a very toxic relationship or set of relationships, cutting people off (space between by Sia), you’ve made a rift in a home base. But you are special. You ARE worth it. Be YOU. Not what is wanted of you.

You And Your Loved Ones Are Safe / Conclusions Are Within Reach — It’s painful now but this is necessary evil of gaining respect. You will thank yourself in good time. Just heal for now. I think it was an ugly conflict. It isn’t over, your family loves you. Whoever that is. But this was necessary.

3) Believer by Imagine Dragons

“Red Flag, Bitch, Snack, Vampire in reverse, Get Fucked, Stay In Your Lane, Fashion Witch”

I see someone proved “magic” is real. You had enemies. Real, genuine, bad juju sent your way. Possible abusive relationship here. Second song is “River” by Bishop Briggs, so this is definitely a relationship. You SURVIVED, bitch. You killed that fucker. I can feel it in my gut burning. Your rage, your hunger, your survival. You look good, you are what you said you were. I think someone wanted a piece and got burned playing with the wrong one. It wasn’t very respectable, you weren’t kind, but they were evil. You fucked around and found out about a crazy mofo on the other side of the coin. STOP PLAYING WITH YOUR LIFE. You aren’t the witch you need to be to play with evil. You’re lucky you’re protected. And don’t start with me. ;)

Hold Your Vision /Believe In The Impossible — Your energy will gain more ground. You will find love. You will be happy. Don’t be ashamed to grieve, but what you truly deserve is on its way. God says so. For now, don’t hurt yourself anymore. That’s your only job. Forget that cute witchcraft and learn some shit. You’re a badass. Don’t make it go to waste.

Last song “We Found Love” by Rihanna.

Bonus message for my new followers.

“Crush on You (feat. Lil’ Cease) — Remix” by Lil Kim

MY HEART IS OPEN TO GIVE AND RECEIVE UNCONDITIONAL LOVE

Celebrate and welcome the suitors that are coming correct. Just have fun. And follow, go to my ko-fi ;), dm requests. We both know you liked what you saw. Happy to serve. I’m the real deal. Stick around, and have some fun after your win. Don’t be ashamed to care for yourself. Love freely.

“Smuckers (feat. Lil Wayne and Kanye West)” — by Tyler the Creator

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

REWATCHING GO S1, LIVE PLAY-BY-PLAY OF DOOMSDAY WAHOO

HELLO MAGGOTS REWATCHING SEASON 1 BECAUSE THE FIRST TIME WAS A KIDNAPPING CHAOTIC MESS. EPISODE ONE HERE GOES. I DON'T REMEMBER A LOT OF DETAILS BUT YES.

Opening scene and Earth's got vibe-checked by God and I've been gaslit about the dinosaurs

GARDEN OF EDEEEEEN wow his first appearance and Aziraphale's already so prissy and flustered might fuck around and fall in love with him idk

I finally understand who these mf's are hi Hastur and Ligur you're not zombies after all

FOR FUCK'S SAKE SECOND SCENE CROWLEY'S BEEN IN AND SHE WALKED IN, SERVED HIPS HAIR AND CUNT, AND THEN MANAGED TO TALK HER AWAY INTO A PROBLEM

LIKE GENUINELY SHE COMES AND SASHAYS WITH HER HAIR AND SAYS TIMES ARE CHANGING AND HEAD OFFICE LOVES ME AND JUST INSTANTLY HASTUR AND LIGUR USE HER WORDS AGAINST HER

idk sister mary loquacious is kinda doing it for me rn with that satanic nun's habit and losergirl energy

third crowley scene and he's misplaced THE LITERALLY GODDAMNED ANTICHRIST because he made small talk with a bloke outside without checking for details

mmmmhm yes sister mary wink again your bitchless decisions are sexy y'know what i mean

Gabriel feels like his brain was eviscerated and replaced with one of those youtuber's paid course promos at the end of their how to change your life in 45 days: three simple mindset shifts video

so THIS IS WHY EVERYONE KEEPS SAYING PAVLOVIAN IN THIS FANDOM IT'S BECAUSE OF DUCKS of course it's because of ducks

mmmhm yes sure crepes French revolu--Crowley stop eye-fucking Aziraphale you're making everyone at the Ritz horny

Aziraphale don't moan into your food man you can't take these two anywhere

Crowley thanking the driver for slowing down is everything to me

And they're drunk hu-fucking-zzah good thing we'll have 11 year olds saving the world coz these fuckers sure ain't doing shit

OH MY GOD HE WAS TRYING TO SAY BOUILLABAISSE I JUST REALISED. I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST MAKING KISSY FACES AT AZIRAPHALE I'M NOT OK-

What Aziraphale was doing back was definitely kissy faces though that mfer wasn't even trying to say bouillabaisse when Crowley said what sounded suspiciously like baby

kissy kissy from lil miss prissy [i would have made such a great high school bully shame i had no inclinations that way]

SORRY WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK WAS THAT SOBERING UP EXCUSE ME THE FANFICS MADE IT SOUND LIKE IT WAS A CLICK AND THEY'RE SUDDENLY NORMAL WHY IS THE ALCOHOL REFILLING

oop nun down nun down

i want ya see a wile ya thwart amirite on a t-shirt

"actually i encourage humans to-" just say you're a lazy bitch azi we love you

love crowley fake-manipulating azi into helping like azi wants to be manipulated y'know so it's not technically his fault he was wiled over or whatever and they're both just such ENABLERS

not azi going SOFT at being godfathers with crowley

NOT BROTHER FRANCIS PLEASE NO FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS SACRED AZI WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS PLEASE

WARLOCKKKKK I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

HNNNG MICHAEL SHEEN HAD TOO MUCH FUN WITH THIS

why is nanny ashtoreth so seductive with that of course dear is it just crowley's inherent disastergirl sex appeal

HALF PONYTAIL CROWLEY I AM A FUCKING SLUT FOR HALF PONYTAIL

GASLIGHTING HEAVEN AND HELL THAT'S MY BABYGIRLS

erIC THE DISPOSABLE DEMON I DIDN'T KNOW THEY COME IN S1 well not come i hope unless being eaten by a hellho--nope

ANGEL CROWLEY SAID ANGEL ANGEL ANGEL

CROWLEY TRYING TO BE SUBTLE ABOUT KILLING BEFORE GETTING ANNOYED

waiter crOWLEY OUTFIT I CANNOT BE NORMAL AFTER THE WEDDING DRESS DESIGNING ABOUT THIS COSTUME

FOOLS WRONG BOY YOU FOOLS IM DEAD

DOG IS UNIRONICALLY SO CUTE EVEN BEFORE IT GOES SMOL

gonna give my roxie a kissy brb she's my angel and all this dog talk makes me miss her (she's a few feet away under the bed)

i asked her for a kissy and she crawled out and gave me a kiss i love her

DOGGGGG ADAMMM

...roxie's crying to be taken downstairs it's nearly 2 am this is on me for waking her up i crowley'd myself fml

EYYYYY WELCOME TO THE END TIMES don't mind me I'll have to take roxie down yes I know maggots I'm crowley-coded I KNOW THAT I'M A BLOODY DISASTER BYEEEEEEEE

[srslyscary]

┊┊. NON-SKZ RELATIONSHIPS !

⟿ ATEEZ !

> CONTACT NAMES ᕯ captain hj, ddeonghwa , you know , yeosang(ie), mountain, fix on, lunatic, bear

➠ met during kingdom sports day, got introduced to the group after everyone else because she was sick the day the boys had gotten previously introduced to ateez and hadn’t been able to find the time to actually meet them like the boys did.

➠ got along with everyone as soon as they were introduced. everyone was very friendly and she hit it off well with all of them. ateez quickly became her favorite people to sit around and chat with.

➠ she talks to jongho, yunho, and mingi on a regular basis.

➠ she has arranged to hang out with wooyoung on multiple occasions, and fans have seen mingi and kabi out on social media.

➠ she calls jongho and yunho the most during livestreams just to see how they are doing,

➠ kabi has a groupchat with mingi and san, always being silly together and spamming the groupchat with the most random things.

➠ overall they are all really good friends and fans can show they have great dynamics.

⟿ P1HARMONY !

> CONTACT NAMES ᕯ canadian fucker, lil taeyang, caster of cough spells, taki taki, alien boy, rapper boy seobs

➠ she had known them from already being acquainted with theo.

➠ she used to train with theo when he was in sm. after finding out he debuted in a new group, she went and hit him up.

➠ they caught up and agreed to hang some time. knowing how theo was a bit of an introvert, she decided it would be best if they could possibly talk at a more “at home” place.

➠ specifically kabi showed up to their first concert without theo’s knowledge. she pretended to be a fan wanting autographs, and as soon as theo saw her he was certainly surprised.

➠ ended up going with them in the dressing area to talk to him before they got dressed out and ready to go.

➠ made great friends after she met all of his members, hitting off with the leader as soon as she found out he was canadian as well. she also has “beef” with him. tis the reason for his .. contact name. they’re always picking on each other, so it’s all jokes.

➠ she practically adopted the whole group.

➠ understands soul more than his own members understands him. often takes the two youngest ones out when they’re free just because she finds them adorable.

⟿ ENHYPEN !

> CONTACT NAMES ᕯ scared of chris, heehee, chef jay, aussie kid of en, nonchalant kid, gossip hb, crazy riki

➠ for some odd reason, she loved to pick on them during the time they got to see enhypen in person. enhypen’s leader seemed a bit terrified of her leader, and she could never understand why. I mean have you seen bang chan? yeah he can be scary but that grown man is nothing more than a 5 year old in an old man’s body.

➠ regularly talks to sunoo for gossip time. as much as they would like to, they don’t hang out in person a lot.

➠ heesung was invited to join her on her podcast to be interviewed. they had a chill time talking about things that came up and topics that were being asked.

➠ they don’t really hang out as much but it’s fun when they do happen to be around each other.

⟿ KARD !

> CONTACT NAMES ᕯ j.seph-seonbaenim, do not answer mathew, sooomin, ms girl

➠ when I tell you kabi and bm have everlasting beef.. ooh girl I mean it. She literally hates mathew (not literally).

➠ loves the rest of the members, only talks to somin and jiwoo often.

➠ everytime the girls are all together, it’s usually calm and relaxing. the same thing with j-seph, she values the time she gets because she knows he can be very busy and it’s just one of her seonbaenim’s that she respects. although bm… somehow things just manage to get fucked up.

➠ she means well with all of them, never once having any real problems. they’re great friends.

⟿ NMIXX !

> CONTACT NAMES ᕯ haehae, lily jin morrow, sully, ms bae, k. jiwoo, cutejin

➠ she’s been watching over these girls ever since their trainee days.

➠ treats these girls as if they were her sisters, loves them to death.

➠ ACTUALLY tells people they’re all siblings and it happened to be a coincidence that they ended up in the same company.

➠ messes with bae and lily on a regular basis.

➠ kabi has been their #1 fan since pre-debut.

➠ talks about nmixx a lot during live streams.

➠ calls the girls at random times to say something stupid and then hang up.

➠ randomly comments stupid things on their posts.

➠ takes group photos of them and posts them a LOT.

⟿ THE NEW SIX !

> CONTACT NAMES ᕯ taehun (tnx), kyungjun (tnx), hyunsoo (tnx), junhyeok (tnx), hwi (tnx), sungjun (tnx)

➠ literally just in a group chat with them.

➠ has met these guys multiple times during their audition show.

➠ groupchat is titled “tnx + kabi-seonbaenim :)”

➠ she hasn’t hung out with them in person since they debuted, but she makes sure to keep in touch with them about all their projects and new music.

➠ one of those people in the groupchat that sends random memes that say “good morning” with random idols’ faces on it.

⟿ BIBI !

> CONTACT NAME ᕯ my favorite honorable mention

➠ social media besties and real life twins.

➠ definitely calls bibi twin everywhere she goes.

➠ bibi talked about making a part two to her song “vengeance” so that, and I quote, “kabi-unnie can hop on the track and spit some bars”.

➠ often hangs out with bibi every chance she gets.

➠ both of their cats have had play dates together. tazi, bada, and chichi have their own fandom name called “The 3 Kittiteers”.

➠ they interact with each other the most on social media platforms. they comment on each other’s Instagram posts too often.

➠ they plan to make a project together (an album collaboration).

➠ bibi would come to visit kabi during her hiatus a lot, bringing her food and having sleepovers with her to keep her company.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Vampire Eddie Munson x Reader 🦇

Lil fic I wrote last night, will maybe turn this I to a full fic, idk.

Eddie adjusts to being a vampire, he also finds a rarity in the supernatural world. His soulmate. You.

Minors dni. 18+, implied smut. Soulmate au

I don't give anyone permission to copy, reuse or repost my work

❤️

Eddie tries to adjust to being a vampire as well as he can. The ability to turn into a bat isn't something he is jumping for joy about.

The little fuckers were the reason he was a vampire in the first place.

The fact he can't go out during the day takes effort in getting used to, no Hellfire or Band practice, sitting in a darkened room until the sun went down wasn't something he could just snap into.

The worst part of all was the cravings for blood, the first few weeks when he woke in that private government hospital, his throat parched and his insides aching with hunger he nearly tore the room apart to satisfy his cravings for blood.

The fact he was a vampire terrified him, at first he couldn't wrap his head around it. This was stuff of stories right?

Bad enough fucking one-dimensional monsters exist but vampires? It blew his mind.

Slowly through the help of blood bags he gained control over his cravings. Well, the use of blood bags and the ability to take blood from humans occasionally.

He'd use his power to make the humans dazed during the feeding, then forget straight after.

It wasn't exactly easy to explain to his friends and Uncle Wayne or Jim Hopper how he curbed his cravings.

They were having time adjusting to him being like this too. Not so much his little sheeples but Jeff and Gareth, they didn't understand why he could only see them at night.

One of the people who did understand was you and on a particular night, a rare night when his cravings were a little intense you had offered some of your blood to keep the bloodlust down.

Eddie had heard about vampires finding blood that tasted unlike any other, of vampires bonding with those they fed from.

It was a rarity but it happened. Eddie had been a vampire for a while now and hadent felt any of that yet.

Until he tasted your blood, until your hands tangled in his hair and little moans left your mouth.

It felt like he was in Nirvana or some shit, everything felt heightened, your body flush against him sent waves of pleasure coursing through him.

It was erotic and intense and Eddie found himself craving not only your blood but you.

He wanted to kiss and taste every inch of you

The first time your desire for each other over whelmed the both of you, Eddie had never came so hard his life, the way you clenched around him, sending spasms of pleasure through his cock.

The first time Eddie came, his eyes turned black and he sunk his teeth into your throat. You almost blacked out from how good the orgasm felt, how he was buried inside you balls deep and high on the taste of you.

It was just sex you both told yourself, sex and blood for Eddie... Yet Eddie grew protective over you, your feelings grew deeper.

The bond between you two deepened in a lot of ways, you could communicate telepathically.

Your emotions became intuned with each other, Eddie hated anybody hurting you or causing you upset.

Hated when others looked at you like you were a piece of meat, like they deserved to be in your presence. You were his and he had no problem with using his intimidating reputation to scare assholes away from you.

Well that and a flash of his fangs helped too ;)

You were his and he didn't like to share.

A vampire in love, it was poetic or some shit wasn't it? A rare twist of fate according to the research that Nancy did.

You were his mate, his soulmate and he was yours and he had no intention of ever letting you go.

💕

[deathofacupid]

pity | peter parker

tw: kinda angst a lil?? oh and cursing

summary: your cancer changed peter more than yourself.

the last couple weeks had been a blur, she remembered fragments of pieces and her head was spinning. everyday was the same now.

pity.

the repetition of something she didn't want. the constant apologies, as if it was their fault. as if they could change it. y/n didn't want that. she wanted the whole world to just go away. just become silent. for everyone to disappear.

she hated it.

the gifts. the way everyone spoke around her and to her, as if she was a broken piece of glass, cracks scattered around. all the exceptions that were made.

pity.

even her best friend treated her differently. the one person she was supposed to be able to lean on couldn't even hold her up properly. and honestly? she was sick of it. not that she'd ever do anything about it.

chances are, peter didn't even notice how she was taking it. if anyone were to ask her, she'd say that everyone else cared more about her cancer than she did. y/n had already accepted it, and she didn't understand why anyone else was being like this. frankly, it was aggravating.

y/n wasn't giving up on her sickness, her body, herself. she was just trying to survive it. she didn't want to be known as the sick girl. normal. y/n was normal. just like everyone else. her sickness didn't define her. her actions did.

how much would it take to knock sense into everyone?

she sighed as she closed her locker, trying to think of something else.

"hey."

she let out a small yelp, startled by the familiar brunette boy.

"shit, peter, you scared me."

"i'm sorry! are you okay?" worry flooded his voice.

this is what y/n meant. if she wasn't sick, then he likely would've cackled in her face and teased her, but the problem was the fact that she was indeed sick. meaning that he wouldn't be normal peter. he would be smothering mom-like peter. she resisted the urge to roll her eyes and nodded stiffly. not in the mood to deal with this, she dragged him to class by his wrist.

y/n plopped down at an open seat and peter took the one next to her. she sunk down in her seat a little when she noticed that mr. holland passed around the tests. when he put her's down, he put it face-down. that was enough for her to know that she did bad. y/n didn't even bother to check it as she shoved it down to the bottom of her backpack, into a sea of misfit papers, never to be seen again.

it's not that she wasn't smart. because she was. y/n was one of the top students, tied against peter making their rivalry nothing but a tight friendship. but with cancer came many doctor appointments, blood tests, and if there might be anything going around, anything at all, she had to stay home. couldn't risk it, as her mother said.

out of the corner of her eye she could see peter press his lips together in a tight line. she clenched her jaw as students glanced over their backs, checking out the sick girl.

pity.

"what are you looking at, fucker?" she snapped under her breath to the boy across to her. he looked away quickly, mumbling something under her breath.

for the most part, the rest of the day went quickly. y/n stopped by her locker to shove her school crap in her backpack, knowing that peter would be waiting for her in the school parking lot to drive her to his house- courtesy of a school project. she didn't bother to hurry, though. it's not like he would be mad at her.

and now she had an idea.

how would she make someone not pity her? she would make them mad instead. and that's exactly what she would do.

starting with peter.

y/n pushed her locker shut, pissed at life. she walked to the truck that once belonged to uncle ben. once she got in she deliberately slammed it shut. sorry, uncle ben, she thought. peter winced, clearly trying to make nothing of it.

pity.

what else could she do make him mad? how far could she go? how far was she willing to go?

...aux? aux!

y/n smirked, plugging her phone in and scrolling through the options.

miley. peter hated miley cyrus. what song was his least favorite?

this one. definitely this one.

i hopped off the plane at lax

with a dream and my cardigan

welcome to the land of fame excess

she leaned back with a smile, which quickly dropped when he did nothing but let out a breath. she was good at this, she was good at being annoying. y/n was his best friend, she knew all of his ticks. why wasn't this working? why wasn't her plan working?

he was humming along. why the hell was he humming along?

and then she realized. he was trying to make her happy. how wholesome was that? wait, no. focus. after a car ride she deemed too long, mostly because it consisted of so much miley, they finally got home. well, technically, peter's home. but it was just as much hers as it was his. after all, she was in most of the photos that were hung up around the house. as she got out, she made sure to slam the door, as childish as that was. y/n smirked in satisfaction as she saw him frown.

y/n huffed and walked towards the door, waiting for peter to unlock it. he moved past her and did so, shutting the door behind him.

"hi, peter? how was school?" aunt may asked, putting away some dishes. "oh, y/n, hello to you, too!"

"hey, may. it was alright." he shrugged.

"would you guys like something to eat?"

"no," she responded quickly, already starting on the stairs.

"ohhh-kay. i guess not. we'll be upstairs working on a project," peter huffed.

"of course," may said, raising an eyebrow.

when he got up there, she was sitting on the bed, scrolling mindlessly on tiktok. peter sat down in the swivel chair, pulling out his notebook and laptop.

"i already did the first three chapters, did you do the last two?"

"nope," she she said, popping the 'p' as she didn't bother to look up.

"uh, i- okay. that's- that is completely, totally fine. we can do it right now, real quick, and then we can start with the-"

"nah. not really in the mood. you got it, right? i mean, you aren't smart for nothing."

this was it. he'd be livid.

"um, okay."

see, he was so- what?

pity.

y/n scowled, now she was livid. she unzipped her backpack, grabbing a piece of gum and shoving it in her mouth. she chewed it in the most obnoxious way possible, blowing bubbles and everything. this was his number one pet peeve.

still nothing. no complaint. no protest.

fucking pity.

"why aren't you mad?" she finally snapped.

he turned around, "huh? what do you mean?"

"i mean, why. aren't. you. mad?"

"why would i be?"

"because i've been doing everything i possibly can to make you mad! i've been a dipshit friend all day!"

"but... i'm not... mad?" he made it sound like a question, which pissed her off.

"why can't you just be normal!? i want things to be the way they were! you aren't my mother! you're my friend! act like it, god, please!"

"i- i don't- i am being your friend. nothing's changed, i promise."

"no, no. stop lying to my face. everything's changed! i don't want your pity! i don't want your stupid, fucking pity!" she was crying now, hot tears streaming down her face. "everything's changed! because- because of... my cancer, right? that's why?"

"that's not- look, i'm sorry-"

"stop that! stop saying sorry. i get those a lot, and you know what that makes them? empty words!"

"i care, okay!? everyone does! and honestly, and seems like you're the only one who doesn't!"

"i do care! i'm the sick one, remember? i mean, you treat me like a baby! that's... that's not the same as caring! you're pitying me! i don't want your pity!"

she grabbed her backpack and stormed down the stairs, not bothering to spare a single glance at may. peter followed after, trying to get her attention, but she didn't want to listen. y/n left, right out the door, running to god knows where. she didn't even know. all she knew was that she wanted to be alone.

y/n stopped in an alley, hiccupping and crying softly. she laid there pathetically, trying to catch her breath, knowing she wasn't supposed to be running or tiring herself out. the world spun around her, small black dots poking her vision. after blinking rapidly, everything seemed to go back to normal.

she rubbed at her nose, leaning up against the wall and closing her eyes. she sat there for a couple minutes, but it felt like forever on her part.

"y/n? y/n, where are you?"

the girl squeezed her eyes shut, hoping it would all go away.

"y/n?" his soft voice called out. "oh my god, there you are. i- i got so worried when you just- please don't cry," peter took a seat next to her, wiping her tears with one hand, and cupping her face with the other.

"angel, i didn't mean to make you feel that way. i- i was scared. i've been so used to being able to save everyone, pull them out of dangerous situations, thugs, robberies, bandit, whatever, you name it. b- but i couldn't save you from this. i couldn't protect you, not this time, and that's the one thing i'd swore i'd always do. so when i heard you got sick... i don't know. i just, i panicked. i was afraid that... maybe i'd lose you. i wanted to be careful, make sure that you were happy... or comfortable, and that was the least i could do, i figured, if not save you. and i know i'm rambling here, angel, but that's because i love you. so much. you hold such an important place in my heart, and i- i don't know what i'd do without you. b-but we're gonna get through this, because you are so fucking strong, a-and i'm here every step of the way. i love you, y/n. yeah, i really love you," he breathed, tears sliding down his face.

y/n was quiet, not knowing what to say. he loved her. and from that spiel, not the way friends do.

that was the best part.

"i- i'm sorry, i didn't mean to say all that, well, i did, but not like this- i mean, god, please say something so i know i haven't fucked up everything."

"i love you, too, peter," she sniffled, "so much."

and they kissed. it was the most special thing she'd ever done, y/n would hold that memory close to her heart, and never let it go. it was bittersweet, salty from their tears, but sweet from their love.

there hadn't been any pity. just love.

and it would stay that way, they hoped. for the rest of their lives.

[crankyweasel]

Second season of Arcane just dropped, and boy am I exited.

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First of all, the only thing I write here is apparently my options and stuff, so sorry 'bout that. So without further ado, lemme share my review on the first act of Arcane season II:

Honourable mention amongst everything is of course the music, tho I can't really believe that they got Woodkid again (gotta love 'em tho),

I gotta give out another honourable mention to the spec ops Enforcer squad that Cait put together. For some reason I wish we got to see moar of them. That, and we got knock-off Vander, but enforcer? He's the highlight of the squad, hands down.

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Runner up is gonna have to be (for me) the weird sisterhood that Sevika and Jinx formed. I didn't expect it at all, but gotta say I'm here for it. I do like the fact that both of 'em were like "well we were pawns... ain't no more bitch". Like the whole first season they hated each other's guts and now it's like "we gotta do some'n about the Undercity situation...bet".

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Next up, we have Heimerdinger adopting Ekko's whole crew. The lil old man just found his place in the Undercity apparently, and it's pretty nice I gotta say. He's a great addition to the tree community centre situation they've got going on,

Continuing off from this, is the whole teacher - protégé relation between Heimerdinger and Ekko. It's nice, it's cute and quite honestly an interesting dynamic.

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Moving on now. I've no clue where to rank this (this is actually not a ranking post), so I'll just put it smack dab in the middle. I GOTTA give immense love to hobo jesus Viktor. Also ain't no one telling me he isn't hobo jesus. His weird godly-hood comeuppance was a whole ass rollercoaster. First we got him butterfly style cocooned (also, comatose I guess), he then reawakened, body moar purple than Thanos, he then proceeded to do a confession a.k.a that whole "affections" thing (the fuck you mean Vik, the fuck we mean Riot?!), moves back to the Undercity and promptly becomes hobo jesus, like the hell? All in all I fucking loved that arc, 10/10.

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Powering the fuck on, in my eyes and opinions, a huge "fuck you" to the one and only Ambessa Medarda. Man does her character piss me off. She is the ultimate player and that makes me tip my imaginary hat to her but that's 'bout it. She is a master manipulator, she's cunning, annoying, I swear if she was an animal she'd have scales and her every opinion/ advice is titled "war".

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Next up on the roster is, the man, the myth, the legend...(drumroll please) clueless Talis himself! This man is so confused and lost CONSTANTLY that it's not even funny anymore. His only guidance is in the form of Mel, he's all over the place and his moral compass is questionable at best. Love this idiot to bits tho,

After blues clues boy, I find it appropriate to mention probably the best part. Which is, the root of all problems apparently...the magic, a.k.a the arcane. Which, as we find out is on acid? I don't know what corrupted amalgamation was that in the chamber but it felt like the arcane was on acid and so was I simultaneously. Suffice to say it was wild, the arcane is wild.

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Before I reach the end of this review/rant thing, I must mention a point that I'm most excited about, and a point that I absolutely hate, so here we go again:

We finally see glimpses of Warwick, which undoubtedly I'm most excited for, because let's be real that beast-man will rock everyone's shit (if he turns out to be a cheap imitation of what and who Warwick is imma be pissed),

I fully and whole heartedly want to kill the old fucker doctor hoodless a.k.a Singed. He creeps me out, gives me slight Dr. Frankenstein vibes (but worse), he's got his fingers in a lot of pies and he's old as fuck but somehow still alive?! Like this crazy motherfucker is 70, someone kill him please!

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And I shall end it with the lovely and incredibly stupid sort of couple VI and Cait! At first I was like, "please don't fight, don't hurt my blacked out soul". Then, in the Undercity I was like "yes! please stay together, trust each other and perhaps love each other", to my absolute shock and miracle it seems like Riot heard our collective cries and made them happen just to rip it all away. I hate y'all at Riot, but man do I love y'all too. Their emotional turmoil rollercoaster was both daunting and electrifying. Suffice to say I loved it.

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That's it, that's all (for now, just wait till the next and then the last act comes out). Thanks for reading this rant, have a nice acid-trip day everyone! Till next time.

[penncilkid]

Final installment of my Sam/Milo rambles (1st and 2nd installment), I have a written out dialogue-esque scene of their first meeting! Is this a fic? If you squint, kind of? (/lh). But I figured this would be enjoyed so here you are:

[Set-Up: First time Milo and Sam meet, on Solaire property. Context is shortly after Halloween 2020, aka Fred/Bright's turning] /// (Note: "her" is in reference to Maia, my Darlin OC)

Milo, crossing the grass to approach the entrance: *huffs, mumbling* A'ight this is the last lead for the night... Otherwise, I'm goin' home after this shit...

Sam, guarding the entrance of WonderWorld: *narrows eyes, whispering* Who the fuck is tryna come 'round here at this hour...?

S: *uses his speed to move, stopping inches in front of Milo* I can tell your empowered so I'll tell you once: Get lost

M: *scoffs* Yeah nah, that ain't happenin', cowboy

S: Sorry, maybe I wasn't clear 'nough the first time *steps closer, glaring* Get. *Lost.*

M: Look asshole, ya wanna tell me what to do? *Fuckin' trance me then.* Otherwise, I ain't goin' nowhere till I get answers to my fuckin' questions

S: *snarls* Who the fuck do you think you are, pipsqueak? Going 'round, demanding shit while you're on a vamp's territory—

M: If ya think a pair of fangs is gonna scare me, try a-fuckin'-gain. Now are you gonna give me some answers or are you gonna keep me wastin' my time? Cuz if that's the case, I’ll take this shit to William myself *sidesteps Sam*

S: *grabs Milo's arm, shoving him back* I'm sorry, in what backwards world would my king waste his time talking to some wannabe runt—

M: Call me that again and I'll tear your throat out. *jerks his arm free*

S: *laughs, smirking* Oh so that's your lil sore spot, huh? Mad bout what you see in the mirror? Newsflash, bitch: Puffing out that chest of yours doesn't make you the big bad wolf. I don't answer to you and neither does William, *so scram*

M: *runs his tongue along his teeth, letting out a low laugh* I swear to fuckin' God, if I find out you had a hand in her gettin' attacked, I'll rip the tongue out of that smartass mouth myself—

S: Aww, *is the puppy mad now?*

M: *growls, yanking Sam down by the front of his shirt* Listen here, you Southern style blood guzzling piece of shit. I don't have time for this bullshit, is this Quinn fucker somewhere around here *or not?*

S, eyes darkening at the mention of that name: Why the hell are you looking for him?

M: I'm asking the questions—

S: *shoves Milo back, standing with clenched fists* Don't make me ask again, *what do you want with him?*

M: Tch— *dusts his shirt off* Fucker hurt someone close to me, I'm lookin' to return the favor

S: *scoffs* He hasn't been back here in days— And if he had been, I would've ripped him a new one myself. So you're wasting your time.

M: Then tell me where to find him

S: *glares* I don't gotta tell you jack shit

M: What, you coverin' for him or some stupid shit? Why the fuck do you even care—

S: Because I'm still cleaning up the messes that bastard left behind and don't need you coming in and adding your mess into the fold

M: Wait... No fuckin' way— *starts laughing* Wow, so *you're* the dipshit who let two unempowereds get turned on your watch? God, William really knows how to pick 'em—

S: *Watch your fucking mouth—*

M: Make me, bitch. Or better yet, why don't ya move out of my fuckin' way already so I can talk to someone worth a damn

S: If you think I'm gonna be intimidated by some puppy barking at my goddamn feet—

M: Oh fuckin' barkin's gonna be the least of your concerns when I shove my foot up your—

—*Car door closes in the nearby distance*—

Vincent: *speeds over, stopping next to Sam* Hey, Sam. Is there a problem or...?

S: *gives Milo a once over* Nah, nothing’s up, Vin. In fact, our canine friend here *was just leaving.* Ain't that right?

M: *glares* Tch— Fuck you.

S: Aww, bet a bitch in heat would want that, huh?

M: *You little—*

V: *steps in between them, letting out a nervous laugh* Um— Perhaps you could come back another day if you still have business to handle here?

M: ... Fine. *turns on his heels*

S: Keep that tail tucked between your legs next time

M: Kiss my ass! *walks off towards his car*

S: *waits and watches him pull off* You know that guy, Vincent?

V: I don't think so...? Not personally at least.

S: Hm...

V: Do you think he's a threat to the clan?

S: Nah, s'not that... Just keep an eye on him if he shows his face again

V: Okay. I'm gonna check-in with Will now

S: Alright, I'll talk to you later *glances over his shoulder, watching Vincent for a moment before looking out at everything*

S, mumbling: Annoying fucking wolf...

[rosy6maple6mothman6]

(Last one was Eaten by tumbls so here 2.0 I guess)

HELLO

I have both thoughts and feelings and I wish to share them.

I've fallen and I can't get up from digimon and I wanted to share who I'd like a Bruce Waynes partner digimon

Luxmon

I want him to have a sassy angel child who will not fuckin hesitate to call him out on his bullshit. Or snitch to Alfred.

We'll say this is a night that went poorly and he snapped at dick.

"hey Bruce, buddy pal boyo chum, I Will Not Hesitate,Do You Understand Me."

Walks in on Bruce stitching himself up after being EXPLICITLY TOLD TO STAY HOME AND REST.

Bruce:....

Lux:.....

Bruce: Please don-

"ALFREDO!!!!! BRUCE ISN'T TAKING CARE OF HIMSELF AGAIN!!"

At a league meeting after Bruce pissed lux off.

"WOW BRUCE! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU REALLY SAID THAT ABOUT WONDER WOMEN!!!!!!" and proceeded to lie though his teeth to get Bruce in trouble with Diana. It worked.

The batfam and co. And the league absolutely Adore luxmon,bc every time he's around they get a free showing of The Batman,one of the scariest heroes around, getting his shit rocked by a lil angel child.

It's glorious.

He also is very good at actually Helping Bruce Convey his Feelings to his family! He's a master in the language of Bruce and always lets them know that he does in fact love them: he's just shit at showing it.

It helps that he never pressures them to instantly forgive him, always telling them to take their time.

"Hey Dickie. I know Bruce was a cock tonight, and don't worry I'll handle him so expect an apology when ever your ready to hear it! I just wanted to let you know that he love you bud. I promise. Now sleep tight alright?"

Jason and Dick especially appreciated this.

Now initially the champion and ultimate stage gave me a hard time But since this is my second go at this I have them decided ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧!!!

For the champion I have chosen the unfortunately named:

Piddomon

One bc I want him to keep being the angel that looks after Bruce and his family and bc I like him have a holy fire theme. No real reason. I just think he's neat, and angemon is old.

For the ultimate I wanted to keep up the holy warrior thing,but couldn't find one I liked to you get a wizard instead:

Mistymon

Like I said this dude is Technically a wizard not a holy digimon But I don't care bc I feel like he still fits. Love piddomon staff turning into a sword and him getting stronger fire power.

Now the mega.

I knew immediately I wanted a royal knight for Bruce. He's Literally the DARK KNIGHT it would be a waste of he didn't have one, but the problem was Which knight? And I ultimately picked:

Gankoomon

I picked Gankoomon bc I felt he fit lux's personality best. Plain and simple. And bc he's fucking amazing like images Bruce doing some bad parenting while This mother fuckers around.

He dead ass has the power to turn the ground into a table made of the hardest metal in the digital world and then flip it.

That's just epic.

Now imagine someone trying to fuck with Bruce and/or the batfam and co.

There is no surviving it. He WILL curb stomp the joker.

Alfred approves.

And FINALLY we have what form he'd take with Batman. Bc I fully believe he should get something else for Batman vs for Bruce. And what better than an armored evolution:

Gargoylemon

This lil freak is fucking perfect for him. He's intimidating and fully able to swoop in to save an innocent or family and more than strong enough to fucking destroy and enemy who Tries Him. Do it. He dares you.

And he's perfectly used to hold Bruce like a baby.

And he does, quite often in fact. Literally anywhere. Bruce doesn't actually mind it he just wished he'd STOP DOING IT IN FRONT OF PEOPLE HE HAS A REPUTATION DAMNIT!

Anyway

Thanks for reading my ramblings I really enjoyed this

Even if tumbler made me redo it

Please ask me about other charters (Alfred)

Bc id love to keep talking about this and just thinking about it. It's fun

Anyways thank you

Have a good day

Bye

[redstringraven]

TMNT ask game! 6.) Do you own any TMNT merchandise?

18.) Who is your favorite villain?

28.) What is one thing you would like to see explored more in TMNT art/fics?

thank you!!!!! c:

TMNT's 40th anniversary ask game!

6.) do you own any TMNT merchandise?

a few things! most of them i've gotten as an adult, because i have adult money that sometimes doesn't have to go toward basic survival. uuh, i have a little 87s hotwheels battleshell i found in the grocery store, i got the '03 basic action figures for each of the boys, i have a city at war t-shirt from target that i think is IDW?, a 2003 20th anniversary print by @shellsweet which may not be 'official' but i'm counting it because i'm in love with it, those tiny funtastic books for each of the boys, and a couple dvds i've scavenged from my local movie trading company. --oh, also some '03 trashcan... storage thing i found on ebay. i keep it on my desk at work and store my pencils in it. i think it was originally meant to be a candy holder? who knows.

18.) who is your favorite villain?

*vacant stare as i blue-screen through the villains* ... honestly? probably stockman. i love to hate the guy, but, at the same time, a small part of me feels really bad for him and is shaking his hand when he's like "why won't you let me die". like. i might not fully understand, but i know the feeling of being exhausted and wanting off the ride. i get it, buddy; immortality is a curse. i dunno; he may not be the most compelling or threatening, but i always enjoy when stockman's on screen. it's fun to watch his hubris get the better of him, it's fun to see him be willing to sass/disrespect someone with as much power and influence as ch'rell (even if it often comes with a price), and also he made a jurassic park movie reference once at dr. chaplin's expense and gets major points for that. 🎵☝ ah ah ah! you didn't say the magic word~. also-also, he made mousers. i fucking love mousers. they're just lil guys! with a bit of a teething problem! their tails wag!!! these dogs are sharp, but they're still good, bront!

28.) what is one thing you would like to see explored more in TMNT art/fics?

it's probably the horror/lovecraft fan in me, but i'd love to see folks explore the fact that the alien creature from the darkness within is still out there and influencing people. i am semi-regularly driven mad (lol) by the fact that the writers decided to expand on the underground city and its old inhabitants more in s4, rather than acknowledge that THING is still alive. especially given how much heavier s4 was and the things it set out to do and address. i feel like that was gift-wrapped for them?? i dunno. i'm in pain. but if the fandom doesn't do it, i certainly will. i have a bit of a crossover/au i've been slowly cooking up behind the scenes directly tied to this fucker still being alive and active in the city. just... i, as usual, have a lot of stuff i want to do, so who knows when i'll get around to it. BUT IT'S THERE. plotting, scheming. eating me alive from the inside, as lovecraftian horrors are want to do.