#pepper lake monster

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Eerie Magazine No. 58: The Pepper Lake Monster

by Berni Wrightson

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The Pepper Lake Monster

by Bernie Wrightson

from Eerie #58, July 1974.

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[sun-kissy]

hellooo, hope you’re doing well! could you write a hurt/comfort for poly!marauders with dhampir reader, specifically the headcannon where Remus and reader go on walks and talk about their insecurities regarding their identity. reader talks about their immortality and that they fear the day the marauders are gone, maybe James and Sirius come in and comfort reader? Idk just make it as painful as possible, thank you sm!!

aaaa yes!! thank you so much for the request babe <3 this is my first time writing a poly!marauders fic, so i hope i got the dynamics right :, )

for anyone wondering, the headcanon the anon was referring to can be found here

alone | poly!marauders

tw: two mentions of sex, but absolutely nothing explicit

half-vampire, half-witch!reader, poly!marauders x reader

“Dove,” Remus breathes, a false picture of calmness even though concern seeps into his tone. “Deep breaths, please. Deep breaths for me.”

His thumb continued to apply gentle pressure between your shoulder blades as you sit there, red-rimmed eyes and tear-streaked cheeks. Remus thinks he can feel his heart breaking everytime you sniffle, the pitiful sound from deep inside your chest.

The two of you sit by the black lake, the moon lighting up the space. This was almost a weekly occurrence; both of you pulling yourselves out of your other two boyfriends’ sleepy embraces to sneak out and sit together on the expanse of grass.

You’d talk about the blood-thirsty monsters haunting parts of you till the sun started to rise, and fall asleep holding each other’s hands. The next morning, you’d wake up on the grass wrapped in James’ arms with Sirius peppering kisses all over your faces, and everything would be alright again.

This time was different, though; Remus knew it, and he was sure that by some form of instinct, James and Sirius would be able to sense it too despite the distance.

You were absolutely distraught, and he had no idea why. The two of you were sitting in silence when you broke down all of a sudden, and now he was desperate to make you smile again.

He was right — soon enough, the shuffling of leaves and poorly concealed whispers could be heard behind you.

“I told you something was wrong!”

“What? What’s wrong? The only thing wrong here is that they’re getting cosy without us!” Remus can hear Sirius grumbling, unable to stop a small smile from curving his lips despite the situation.

“Pads! She’s crying,” James huffs quietly.

Within seconds, Sirius rushes to crouch down in front of you, his eyes wide with panic. His eyebrows are bunched in concern, mouth set in a frown. “What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice coming out shriller than he intended to.

You tense and shrug noncommittally, gaze fixed on the ground as you try to blink away the tears blurring your vision. He softens slightly upon seeing the look on your face and gently takes your hands.

Sirius opens his mouth to speak again but James holds a finger to his lips, a silent plea to let you be. He rolls his eyes but keeps his mouth closed, starting to rub your palms with his thumbs.

James looks at Remus quizzically for an explanation, to which he shrugs — he had no idea what had triggered you so terribly. James sighs, and you feel his warmth instantly as he sits down beside you.

“Hi angel,” he murmurs, turning to you with a small smile. He reaches out and brushes a few strands of hair off your face, and you find yourself involuntarily leaning into his touch.

“Hello,” you mumble.

James feels his heart sink at the sound of your defeated voice, and he can tell how much effort it was taking you to hold back tears. “Can you tell us why you’re upset?”

“I… I don’t—“ you warble, “I’m fine, really.”

It takes all of Sirius’ willpower not to roll his eyes at your blatant lie. “Love, you’re crying. Just spit it out.”

Remus and James both turn to glare at Sirius, but he just shrugs and eyes you impatiently. Apparently, Sirius’ goad was all you needed to get you started. “I was just…. I don’t wanna be alone,” you croak pathetically.

Remus’ ministrations on your back still immediately, completely abandoning his project as he drops his arm to the ground. Sirius furrows his eyebrows, looking at you strangely as though you were some sort of crossword puzzle.

“Alone?” James echoed, pouting with puzzlement. “What… what do you mean, alone? You have us, sweetheart. We’re never leaving you.”

“Yeah,” Sirius pipes up, gently lifting one of your hands to press a chaste kiss to your knuckles.

“But you are,” you insist, and James can hear the desperation in your voice. He tugs you closer to him, wrapping a strong arm around your shoulder silently.

“Why would we ever leave you?” Remus speaks up softly, lifting a hand to gently comb through your hair. “What did we do to make you think that we would?”

“It’s not— you guys didn’t—“ you let out a frustrated sob, roughly raking your fingers through your hair. There was no easy way to go about this conversation, and you hated yourself for having to do this to them.

James makes a pitiful sound in the back of his throat and starts rubbing your arm encouragingly. He presses a quick kiss to your hairline, feeling more worried by the minute.

Sirius squeezes your hands firmly, applying pressure until it hurt and you finally raise your eyes to look at him. You’re scared of the anger, or worse — disappointment — you’d find, but there’s a bountiful amount of love in his gaze. He looks at you imploringly, saying nothing yet everything with his eyes.

You sigh shakily. “You’re all gonna die one day, and… and you’re gonna leave me here. Alone,” you warble, your voice growing softer with each word until your last one came out as a whisper. “And — and I’ll have to live without you, and I’ll be so loveless, and —“

James can’t take it anymore, and pulls you into his lap without warning, bringing your head to his chest. The walls of your dam start to break as you let out a sob, feeling the fear and sadness pouring out of you. He rubs small circles into your back, nestling his chin in your hair as he glances at his boyfriends worriedly.

You’re scared; to say the least. The three of them had been by your side for years, and your world revolved around them. You didn’t think you knew what else to live for if it wasn’t for them, their bright grins and heartfelt love. The way James crouched slightly to hug you, how Sirius pulled you into his side and peppered kisses all over your face, Remus’ hand in yours as he pressed his lips to your own — you didn’t think you could last a day without them and their endearing little quirks.

Living alone wasn’t something you had in you to do; because it wasn’t really living if it wasn’t with them. The thought of waking up in an empty bed sends a shudder through you as you squeeze your eyes impossibly tighter.

“Baby,” Sirius speaks softly, and your heart clenches at the way his voice cracks. He places a hand on the nape of your neck, slowly rubbing up and down. “Maybe… maybe you won’t have us in the future. But —“

That was the wrong thing to say, as you let out a wail and cling impossibly harder to James. Remus flicks the side of Sirius’ head chidingly as James rolls his eyes. Sirius lets out a sad exhale, blinking away tears. He never knows how to fix things.

The tall boy notices the way Sirius’ head was lowered, and immediately wraps both arms around him, pressing kisses to his hair. James tries not to smile upon seeing Sirius melt into his touch.

He locks eyes with Remus, and nods quietly to let him know he can handle it.

“Angel,” James coaxes softly. “Look up at me, please?”

You sniffle softly, raising your head to meet his gaze. James frowns when he sees your puffy red eyes, reaching out to wipe your tears.

“Do you love us for our bodies?”

The question catches you off guard, your eyebrows arching. Was he joking? In a situation like this? You hear the unmistakable sound of Remus snorting behind you. “What?”

“I said,” James repeated, “do you love us for our bodies?”

“No!” you splutter, some of your melancholy leaving to make way for confusion. “What — why —“

“Exactly,” James says firmly, immediately shutting you up with the sincerity in his voice. “You don’t love us for our bodies, for our physicality. You love us for us, for our love. And let me tell you, our love is something that’s gonna stay with you until the end of time.”

You immediately soften at his words. “But I won’t have you here, you won’t be —“

“We will,” James responds softly, jabbing a finger into the left side of your chest. “We will be here. Right here.”

You feel your heart swell with sad affection; feeling nostalgia towards something that hasn’t even happened yet.

Remus scoots forward to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling your back snug against his chest. “And we’re here with you now. We’re going to be with you for years, dove. We’re not going anywhere anytime soon, okay?”

You let your eyes flutter closed, let yourself indulge for a moment as you nod blindly. It was impossible for you to stay upset when your boys were comforting you with saccharine voices and sweet touches. Perhaps they were right, they always were.

You hear a sniffle from your left, and open your eyes to look at Sirius. He had tears running down his cheeks, and was looking at you with his mouth open and a heartbroken look on his face. Remus let out a quiet chuckle, and you turn to give him a death glare as you crawl out of his lap and over to Sirius.

Sirius immediately pulls you into a strangling hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he cries. “Why are you crying?” James questions, bemused with the slightest hint of concern in his tone.

“My poor baby, she’s gonna be all alone,” he blubbered, earning a small smile from you. He pulls away and raises his head to look at you, gripping your cheeks with a fervour and desperation you’ve never seen before. “I’m gonna write you a letter everyday, so you can read them all when I’m gone. And… and I’ll make you a scrapbook of my most handsome pictures.”

You smile indulgently at him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he blabs on, wiping his nose. “And we can make sex tapes in case you’re extra horny when you’re old, and…”

“Okay, I think that’s enough,” Remus says loudly, earning a giggle from you as James swats the back of Sirius’ head.

You rest your head on Sirius’ shoulder, feeling James peck your cheek and Remus’ arm wrapping around your waist.

Grief was inevitable, but it was just love coming back to haunt you, wasn’t it? Even after they passed, you’d find them in the way the wind travels on chilly nights, the glimmer of the sun at dawn, and maybe even the occasional sex tape. In everything you see, you would see them.

Their unconditional devotion to you transcended the blurry lines of mortality, and you knew that as long as your heart continued to beat, they would never stop loving you. James was right — they had left the mark of their love in every corner of your heart and home; and weren’t ever going to leave you alone.

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જ⁀➴tw; poorly and drunkenly written, monster fcking (long tongue, dub-con, big dck!jimin), monster!jimin, cheating, question mark. scary, question mark.

Your laughter echoed in the room, the high ceiling and the clear windows covering one wall revealing the forest surrounding you. Dark, dense, and covered in raindrops. The storm had stopped a few minutes ago, and you finally woke up from a long nap. The vibrating of the old phone (the only form of communication, due to the poor signal) abruptly woke you up as you lifted your head from the furniture, the wool sheets covering your body.

"But you know you could have come with me if you wanted to." The voice on the other end of the line was soft. He had just woken up just like you.

"You know I don't like those events, they make me nervous." You responded to your boyfriend while playing with the dog resting in your lap. The German Sheperd was heavy, but it comforted you knowing you were not alone in the ample cabin.

Jimin loved nature. He had been talking about getting one in the middle of the forest ever since you met him. There were several opportunities for him to get one near his family, all beautiful. But they did not convince him. A few months ago, an old friend informed him of one in the middle of the forest. The closest neighbor was about forty kilometers away, he had a lake nearby and the house had not been restored since the 50s. Even the furniture you were resting on was from the previous family.

Jimin didn't think twice, in winter he invited you to spend the holidays with him. You couldn't resist the idea of a good fire, the rustling of fallen leaves, playing with sweet Pepper who ran around the house with a blanket in her mouth until she got tired.

Of course, also having Jimin all to yourself was a blessing. You woke up early to watch the sunrise from the window in the attic. Sometimes, you two would go for a walk, he would kiss you against the trunk of a willow tree and tell you the things he loved most about you. It was precious: to see him so calm in his own home, even if you had told him that it was a bit exaggerated to have a place with six bathrooms.

So what? We will fill the rooms over the years, he promised you the night before he left, making love to you fervently until you both fell asleep from exhaustion.

In the morning, around 6, a gray Mitsubishi stopped at the entrance to the cabin. A scandal, something to do with Taehyung going out in Paris and getting drunk. Same as always, Jungkook denied looking at his cell phone, trying to catch up with what they were saying on social media. He held up the device, searching for reception.

"It's useless, you have to go to the road if you want a reception," Jimin responded, hands on his waist, fog rising from his lips due to the morning mist. One of his favorite features of the place.

Jungkook clicked his tongue at him, putting the cell phone in his coat. "We have to go look for Kim, he's going to arrive at the airport in two hours."

Jimin looked back, you were at the front door. The sheets covered your shoulders as you tried to keep out the cold. You greeted Jungkook from afar, sleep still in your actions.

"It'll only be two days, love." Jimin paced back and forth, filling a backpack with essential things.

"I know, you don't have to explain." You looked at him while you were flipping through a 70's magazine in bed. "Besides, Pepper will be with me."

"You can call me whenever you want, no matter what time. I'll have the phone in my pocket." Jimin closed the backpack and turned his gaze to you, something was wrong. His eyes moved erratically over your features.

"Minnie." You called him to wake up from his stupor.

The man closed his eyes and smiled. "Sorry, this Taehyung thing has me stressed."

"Rumors pass."

"Did you go downstairs last night?" He interrupted you and put his index finger on his lips. As if the question had been bubbling since last night.

You shook your head, confused.

"No."

"Haven't you had those…you know, again?" His hands moved, trying to explain your sleeping problem. You had awful nightmares. Sometimes, you would even get out of bed and stare at the wall for minutes. Jimin knew about your issues and was happy that after going to a specialist, your sleeping habits were improving.

"No." You smiled comfortingly. "Besides, if it happens, Pepper will take care of me. I have her for that."

Pepper perked her ears at hearing her name. She was your companion, every time you had a nightmare, she would wake you up by putting her snout on your face, licking your nose and eyes to make you react.

Jimin nodded, thinking back to the topic of Taehyung. His fingers went to his temples, and before he could say anything else, Jungkook made the horn go off. Your boyfriend approached and kissed your forehead, love pouring from his pupils before he left.

He closed the door after giving you one last smile. "Take care, princess."

You spent the morning hours on the patio, finishing reading a book of stories by Borges. You walked a little with Pepper to the lake, where the birds settled on the protruding stones, looking for little fish.

If anything was notable, it was the silence that had engulfed you since Park left. Not even the birds in the pines squawked, nor did Pepper bark at the squirrels, nor did the leaves rustle the way they used to.

You decided to return earlier than ever to the cabin. You fed the dog and lay down on the couch. The light rain turned into a storm and, without realizing it, you had fallen asleep in the living room.

"How are the boys?" You asked, the long cord following your steps as you turned on the lights in the living room. The chandelier on the ceiling bathing the space in yellowish light. The lamps on the walls illuminate the hidden, dusty corners.

"We're resting, we went to eat at the hotel restaurant. Hoseok asked about you."

You smiled good-naturedly, grabbing the phone with both hands. Returning to your position on the couch. Pepper was no longer lying there, you assumed she went to finish what was left on her plate.

"You should invite them for Christmas. To the cabin, I mean."

"Maybe. I'll ask them in the morning." He answered with a sigh, he sounded drained. Your smile disappeared. You watched the flames in the fireplace flicker.

"Are you okay, Minnie?" Your voice was calm and comforting to your boyfriend.

"I just want to go back, I don't feel good sleeping alone… I feel like hotel rooms take the life out of me."

"Don't be so dramatic, I can hear you taking a hot shower." The running faucet rang as he moved the water.

A small laugh before going to silence, and the water continued to fall. Jimin licked his bottom lip before biting it.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about the video we made last night."

Your eyes drifted to the shimmering embers in the fireplace.

The reflection of the camera shows the silhouettes of both. Jimin pressed your head against the wall as the fire created a halo of heat around your sweaty, naked bodies. You moaned indecently, taking advantage of the fact that there was no one to hear you. Park loved how dirty you were after the stupid excuse that you had a glass of wine. He didn't even have to convince you much for him to put the cell phone on the bed and hit the red button.

"I hope you don't forget to buy condoms again. This is the last time we do it without protection."

There you were, putting on a show. Your skin crawled with every movement of his fingers, curling the index and ring fingers to caress your juicy walls.

"I thought you wanted the rooms to not feel so empty." He laughed. You stayed quiet. A long, eternal silence. He could hear you breathing. "Hello?" Jimin looked at his phone, you were still on the call. "Love?"

You clenched the phone in your hand, static as you watched a shadow: long and thin, like a worn-out umbrella, standing behind the glass of the front door. It couldn't be a tree, because it didn't move with the wind; not a forest animal either, it was too tall. Unless it's standing on two legs.

You don't know how long it lasted, maybe seconds, maybe a minute. The shadow quickly moved away, letting the moonlight come back in through the small window.

"Did you go back to sleep?" The voice tensed your body, your fingers trembling, trying not to drop the phone.

“No,” you stammered, looking towards the kitchen. Where was Pepper? "I saw a shadow outside, I-"

"The trees?"

"No, it's-" Why didn't you just say it? You looked towards the kitchen again. The light was off, but the windows let in the moonlight in all its splendor.

"Hey, what about Pepper? She was left whining at the door when I left this morning." Jimin was talking about how his dog would wait for him. The words dissolved in your ears like water. You got up cautiously and went to the hallway that led to the kitchen.

You heard Pepper's contented gasps, her tail slapping the ground with joy. The chop, chop, chop against the wood table. You approached the archway that led to the kitchen and pressed your body against the wall. You guided your eyes to where the animal was looking.

Your stomach flipped. It was Jimin. His back facing you, wearing the clothes he had yesterday. A tight black T-shirt and dress pants. His shoulders were tense with the repetitive motion of cutting vegetables.

"…I should get Pepper a partner, she's already getting old." He said on the line, the incessant creaking now louder.

"Jimin." You whispered so softly, but the being turned around. Even when you found yourself with only one eye in his sight, his gaze rested on yours with large pupils, distant and feral. The sound of vegetables did not stop when his body turned around. They came from his mouth, the cutting sounding so precise every time he parted his lips. Like a tape recorder with a scratched cassette.

"Jimin," he repeated as he finished turning around. Your voice coming out of his throat.

"Yeah?" Your boyfriend answered on the line.

You took a couple steps back, the hallway becoming longer and darker. The creature that looked like your boyfriend kept repeating his own name, your voice filling the room with an echo.

Run.

You dropped the phone and ran to the living room, a bloodcurdling scream came from your chest, and you ran up the stairs. Your feet getting stuck and falling a few times, you ran with your hands touching the walls, looking for a door. The lights were off, and the black was thick and dissolvable, your eyes trying to adjust to the darkness by sheer force.

The creature came like a scared horse, you could hear the footsteps of four limbs crawling up the stairs. Jimin, Jimin, Jimin, he said over and over. Your voice so anguished, this disturbing feeling of hearing yourself, drowned in thousands of other voices. The stomping stopped for a moment. Silence.

You stopped breathing, your drumbeat heart threatening to burst from your chest.

The hallway lit up with a flash of blue, the sudden lighting let you see a door and you walked softly; You felt the handlebars in the dark, and you rotated it. You entered, locking it.

Your breathing was so erratic and uncontrolled that you were afraid you would faint, your eyes threatening to go black.

If this is a nightmare, I'll wake up soon. Pepper will lick my face, I will hit the wall, and thunder will wake me up. Whatever, you prayed.

Luckily, in that room, there was a telephone that connected to the one in the living room. You took it in your hands, the line sounded strange, far away.

"Jimin, help. Please call the police. I'm going to die." Tears overflowed your face and neck. You whispered, crouched on the dusty floor of an unused office, the musty smell of old books on the shelves and cobwebs floating empty in the corners.

"Love?"

"Jimin. There's someone in the house, help." Your skin crawled as you heard Pepper barking downstairs.

"Hello?"

You frowned.

"Minnie-"

"Honey, hello, Pepper, help." He repeated with different tones, and different emotions, like stations on an old radio about to die.

It was too late when you realized that your right side felt colder, the wind blowing even when the windows were closed. You didn't move, air rushing out of your mouth. From the corner of your eye, you could see how the creature was forcefully morphing into Jimin's face, failing several times and starting again. The viscosity of his body molded to Park's profile.

"Pepper, love, love, love. Help," he repeated like an actor warming up his vocals to find the right tone. You heard a woman crying in their notes, a child, an old man. Their eyes drooped from their sockets and their elongated tongue rolled to the side before they swallowed it and had that of a human.

You moaned in pain, it was torture watching the creature contort in pain to become your boyfriend. You closed your eyes tightly. If this is a nightmare, I'm going to wake up now. Jimin will open the door with a bang and hug me when he sees me sweating. The fall of a tree will scare me so bad that there will be no way for my body not to shake, you prayed again.

Pepper's barking stopped. The cold dissipated next to you.

Risking a look around the dark room, you picked up the phone again. You still had faith.

"Jimin?" You whispered, saliva spurting from your mouth, you wiped away the mucus collecting on your cupid's bow.

"Hello? Jesus, you scared me." Hearing his voice again, you sighed, turning your body into a ball.

"I don't want to die today."

"Of course not, I'm here to protect."

"I want to call the police, but I don't want to hang up."

"Do not." He interrupted. "Is not safe."

Your sobs choked you, the thick drops falling to the ground. You were afraid to lift your head, the darkness felt like thousands of cold needles ready to stab you.

"Open the door."

"What?" Not a second after answering, the door began to shake with each touch. They were short and desperate. The light that filtered under the door revealed a shadow, some feet.

You crawled to the corner of the office, the door slamming again.

"It's me, love. Open up, nothing's happening."

You shook your head vigorously. If this is a nightmare, I'm going to wake up right now and-

"Open up, I'm scared. Please." The tremulousness in his voice chilled your blood. It's like it's really him. Were they imitating your pain?

"There is someone in the house, I'm afraid. Please open up."

"NO!" You bawled over and over again, grabbing your hair in pure psychosis. The door kept shaking.

Silence again.

The handlebars shook a few times, you heard the metal shake. Your heart reached your stomach when, with indomitable force, the creature moved the handlebars to the left. You could hear the machinery breaking under the resistance.

Clack, and just like that the handlebar was completely dislocated until the door was swinging open. It only opened a little, just enough to let one eye peek through. It was stalking you, ready to pounce if you moved.

"Do not kill me, please." You begged, already knew there was no escape.

The creature shook their head and opened the door, their clothes with several tears on their shoulders, barefoot, and messy hair.

"Can I?" He opened the door a little more. Their veiny hands and their black tongue did not go unnoticed. You knew you couldn't refuse, it was useless at this point.

You nodded.

Jimin, or rather The Creature, opened the door. He crouched down to your level and crawled until he reached your face, your noses touching. You clawed at the ground, trying to balance yourself so you wouldn't fall or faint. Jimin looked at your eyes, then at your lips. Seeing how you were breathing, he began to imitate your rhythm. That made you breathe even faster, his eyebrows raised imitating concern, fear.

"Don't kill me, please. Jimin," he repeated taking your voice. But it didn't seem like you were crying, more like you were moaning. Confused, you opened your eyes wider.

He smiled, revealing his perfect teeth.

Without letting you think too much, he grabbed your cell phone from his pocket and looked for you and Jimin's chat, the last thing he had sent was the video that Jimin wouldn't stop talking about. As if to explain his behavior to you, he touched the screen, letting the sound of your moans fill the dark void. He saw your confused eyes again, the light from the screen illuminating his curious, questioning eyes.

You shook your head as he held the phone closer to you, your boyfriend's erotic growls exploding in your ear.

"Get up, come on." said the video and the creature in unison. You obeyed and with brute force he held you by the waist, taking you out of the room and into the attic. You wanted to scream but your throat hurt, your hope disappearing with each kilometer of pure pine that distanced your possibility of being heard.

Jimin dropped you on the bed, his pupils dilated by the fire that had not yet gone out. Your body bounced.

"Clothes, take off." He watched impatiently as you removed your pants and panties.

He couldn't stand how slow you were. He took off his shirt, he didn't have the tattoo on his rib, a sign that it wasn't Jimin but a monster. His hands squeezed your waist until he had you on top of his head, resting on the pillows. You lowered your eyes until you saw his.

He seemed excited, eager.

Even with the pain, with the certainty that it wasn't him, the fear running through your veins��those lips, the pointed black tongue that uncurled, inviting you so vehemently to sit your pussy on it. How could you say no?

He moaned again. He wanted to imitate the video on your cell phone, wanted you to make those sounds again. Just for him.

His hand tightened on your waist, eliciting a squeal from you until he forced you to sit down, his tongue was warm and slimy, strings of saliva hanging from his tongue as he moved from your entrance to your hidden clit. You groaned in disgust at how your stomach burned, pleasure shrinking your chest.

"Mm," he grunted back, frowning, the tip of his tongue entering your pussy, it wasn't possible.

"God. Ji-" You bit your lip, stifling a moan. No. It's not Jimin. You had to remember that this thing was chasing you, it would probably kill you if you refused to do what it wanted.

If this is a nightmare…what then?

His hand ran down your back and tore your shirt until it was exposed, marks from the night before still fresh, pulsing bright red. Your hands dug into his hair that began to sweat, you were on the verge of cumming around his tongue.

"Squirt for me, princess. C'mon." He gushed from his throat, lifting you up to place two of his cold fingers on your clit, moving frantically.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." You whimpered, legs shaking, the imminent end approaching.

"Fuck," he repeated, smiling, hitting it faster until he felt the droplets fall on his face. His lips parted in surprise, pupils widening as he heard you moan uncontrollably.

You were fucked, he had liked it. The worst thing was that you, too. You couldn't believe what you were going to ask for.

"More." You whispered.

"More." He stated, putting your juicy thighs around his neck and stood up until he threw you on the bed.

With one finger, he lowered the torn shirt until your breasts were visible. His rough hands groped your breasts, and you turned your face to the side, enduring the delicious torture. His tongue curled around your breast and he sucked it until your nipple was hard. The creature just laughed, letting the drool fall to his chin as he released it.

When he went to suck the other one, you felt something hard at your entrance, thick and throbbing. He didn't give a signal, he didn't ask, he didn't say anything when you felt your pussy open with stinging pain to make way for the hardest and widest cock you had ever felt. He gave no sign, he didn't even look at you. He just smiled, idolizing your tits like the monster he was.

You moaned in pain, sweat gathering on your forehead. You put your hands in his hair again, and the monster raised its eyes in surprise. It was his face, it was Jimin's, with his cheekbones and his pouty lips, red and swollen. You brought his face closer to kiss him, and he reciprocated.

With each time you felt the tip protruding into the skin of your tummy, you moaned even louder into his mouth. On a particular thrust, you felt your walls embrace the massive cock that was destroying your insides.

"Cum." They ordered slapping your clit ever so softly until you were a moaning mess under him. His gaze drank you in, you were beautiful: your eyes wide shut, your dry parted lips, the hair covered in sweat. Such a cute human in the middle of their woods.

When you opened your eyes, he was no longer there. You were covered by the bedsheets, and the fire had died a while ago, leaving a wisp of smoke floating. You raised your head, it was already daylight.

Pepper was barking, circling, and wagging her tail. You heard a car door closing. It was Jimin. Thoughts of the night before burned in your memory.

You checked your body: you were still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, and you had no marks or bruises.

"Here you are." You squealed as Jimin hugged you from behind him, his soft hands and warm body. You closed your eyes, smiling. "Did you just wake up?" You nodded. "Did you dream about me, hm?"

"Vividly."

[minimarvelh]

I still thinking about the cockroaches accident with tony and peter cuz

Tony: FRIDAY is it worth it to destroy this tower just to kill one cockroaches?

FRIDAY: ...calling miss Potts

Tony: wait-

Peter trying to grab his web fluid on other table that a little far from where he jump on

HAHAHAHA YES

Tony, on the phone with Pepper: honey, what do you think about spending the rest of the month in our house near the lake?

Pepper: why so suddenly? I offered it 2 weeks ago and you said no

Tony: just so..you know, changed my min-

Peter, crying: he burned the Tower to the ground.

Pepper: you..WHAT?

Peter: yOu aRe a MONSTER

Tony: HEY you were first try to kill him.

Peter: yEaH, bUt I DiDn’T wAnT hIm tO dIe iN aGoNy

Peter, whispers: he probably had a family..oH gOd, wHaT iF hE hAd kIdS?!?!?!

(I hope you are having a good day❤️)

[callie-caje]

The Goodbye Spider-Son Protocol

Summary: Peter has been struggling with the death of his mentor, but even from beyond the grave Tony always knew how to help.

OR

A little fic about Tony leaving Peter a private video message like everyone else got in Endgame.

Read below the cut!

Kudos to the discord for putting up with my angst 💜 @sunsetuniverse @superherotiger @lunasquared

It had been a few weeks since Peter had left the lakehouse with a chunk of his heart missing, he knew time was passing but it was flowing on without him.

He could tell from May's anxious looks and frequent phone calls to Happy and Miss Potts that they were concerned, but he wasn't sure what he could do about it.

One moment he was on Titan with Mr. Stark and then he was dust. The next he was being dragged through a portal to a battle full of aliens and heros and Mr. Stark was on his knees as he snapped.

Peter had heard the click of his fingers, he had felt the vibrations as a sense of rightness seemed to click. 

He remembered pleading with Mr. Stark and Rhodey and Pepper holding him close as everyone gathered around his mentor as his eyes closed and Peter's heart shattered.

He remembered and continued to see it every night when he closed his eyes as Mr. Stark's final moments greeted him on repeat as he dreamt.

--

It had been another few weeks of Peter floating through their new apartment before May suggested he head to the Lake House with Happy for the weekend. Peter knew the adults were concerned, but he didn't have it in him to care. 

The drive was long and Peter could see as Happy kept starring at him in his rearview mirror, eyes full of concern. But, Peter ignored them and continued to stare out the window as the drove down the highway and cars raced past them.

Before he knew it they were pulling off the highway and onto the country roads Peter knew would lead to the lake and the cabin.

Peter wondered if he would view the place differently if it wasn't where he had said his final goodbyes to Mr. Stark, if he had known it before when it's inhabitants were full of life and not missing their final piece.

Alas, he would never know.

--

Peter might not have been enjoying his time at the cabin, but it was certainly better at keeping him distracted compared to his apartment. Here, Morgan was always asking him to play monster or color in her new coloring books.

But, it was once the lights were dimmed and Morgan was in bed that the bearest smile graced his lips.

When he had arrived, Pepper had extended an invitation to Tony's lab and said Peter was welcome to anything in there.

Lab time with Tony was familiar, a comfort, so once night arrived and his eyes had refused to stay closed Peter had decided to see what the lab had to offer. 

Pepper had warned him that it was nothing like the Tower or Compounds lab and that this was more like an elaborate garage, but Peter's interest was still spiked for the first time in weeks.

As he tip toed down the steps and was faced with the glass door to enter all Peter could do was smile. The garage had tools scattered all over with a car Tony must have been in the middle of restoring pushed off to the side. The workbenches were full of blueprints and models with no sense of organization.

Entering his code and stepping inside Peter let out a breath.

It felt in a little ways like coming home.

For awhile Peter wandered the garage and glanced over everything Tony had left incompleted and scattered. As he approached the back wall he noticed it was more than a wall, it was a display. Inside was his first suit stood proudly on display like a memorial. It was full of tears and scorch marks and Peter let a few sudden tears roll down his face.

Why did Mr. Stark keep it, he thought, he could have sworn he'd hrown it away after the fight with the Vulture.

Looking closer, Peter can see that it isn't only his old suit on display, it also looks like a few new ones are too. The whole wall is full of both old and new Spider-Man suits and Peter isn't sure how to feel.

Why had he kept making him suits even after he was gone?

"Friday?" He asks, hoping the AI will be able to provide some answers.

"Hello Peter," She greets him, her steady voice echoing across the unusually silent lab. "You have a message from Karen, would you like me to connect her for you?"

Peter stays quiet for a moment, unsure of what to say. What message could Karen have for him, he hasn't used the suit since the battle.

"Uh, sure," He says, taking a seat on a nearby stool.

"Hello Peter," Karen says, her voice full of her usual warmth but lacking her normal cheer. 

"What's the message Karen?" Perer asks, cutting straight to the point.

"The Goodbye Spider-Son Protocol released a video message from Mr. Stark for you, would you like me to play it now for you?"

Once more, Peter froze. A message from Mr. Stark? He knew that before the funeral there had been some sort of will read for Tony's family, but no one had told him about it so he had assumed it wasn't meant for him. Had Mr. Stark left him a message afterall?

Unable to speak, Peter just nodded his head. Friday must have picked up his movements with her sensors as moments later a hologram is emitted from one of the holotables and Peter is once more face to face with his mentor.

"Hey kid," Tony greets, his eyes seeming to unknowingly meet Peter's. "We have a crazy plan, one that will hopefully end with you in my arms and us marathoning the new Star Wars in no time.

But, just in case I wanted to make a little video should something get screwed up. The most important thing for me to tell you is this: I love you. Getting to know and mentor you was one of the greatest privleges of my life and I cannot believe the kid you have grown into. You are going to go on and do incredible things, I just know it. You are smart and brave and kind and the world is lucky to have you Peter Parker, I'm lucky to have you. You are so increibly good and I hope that never changes. You deserve happiness Peter, please remember that.

And, whatever happens at this battle it isn't your fault, if you are seeing this then I am probably gone, but I want you to know I don't regret it for a second. It's been over five years since I lost you and my heart still hasn't recovered. With this plan I'm going to fix it and bring you back, no matter what it takes.

So, kid, I love you and don't ever forget it." 

With those final words the hologram froze and tears came rushing down Peter's cheeks.

Peter wasn't sure what he was going to do next, he wasn't sure how he was going to tell Pepper about the message come morning, but one thing he did know was the crack in his heart may not have been erased completely, but the littlest bit of it had begun to heal with Tony's final message.

[breannasfluff]

Legend catalogs the reaction he’s noticed of each person with the newest hero.

Wild scares the ever-loving shit out of Four. The smithy steers far away whenever he can help it and his eyes swirl a riot of colors. Legend’s watched him circle the Champion at a prescribed distance—a good 10 feet away if he can make it. Situations that bring him closer result in a flighty energy that steadily worsens until Four bolts further away.

Hyrule spouts so much flowery language and courtly manners he gives Warriors a run for his money. The veteran didn’t know he even knew that many manners, much less how to use them properly. Yet every greeting to Wild is some drawn-out, overextended mess of words that leaves everyone confused. The champion doesn’t seem to get it, either, so who knows why Hyrule insists on keeping it up.

Warriors…well, Legend’s not sure what happened between him and Wild, but the captain is waging a one-man war against his chainmail. Some days he wears it and others he’s stripping as fast as he can. It’d be funny if he didn’t look so frightened. Or if the chainmail stripping didn’t coincide with Wild’s close attention.

Wind is too easy-going to stay away from the champion, but he doesn’t seek him out, either. When they stop at rivers or lakes to bathe, the sailor goes in the water before or after Wild, but never at the same time.

Sky looks perpetually ill, sometimes tripping over nothing when Wild runs up to him. The champion peppers him with questions about his loftwing, or his Zelda. The last brings a frown to his face and if Legend didn’t know the chosen hero was just that, he’d say Sky was jealous.

Legend? He thinks Wild is fucking awesome . Oh, he’s still scary as any monster—scarier, even. The champion brings with him the ache of cold teeth, like chewing on an icicle or eating cold food too fast. Prolonged conversation with him results in a headache.

There’s something wrong with Wild, but not enough to keep Legend away. After so many adventures, it’s rare to find something that surprises him so thoroughly. As long as he doesn’t start manifesting dream creations, he can stay.

“You want to spar?” Legend plants himself in front of Wild, ignoring Warriors choking behind him.

Wild looks up, eyes reflecting light in a way they shouldn’t. “Spar?” It probably hasn’t escaped his notice that no one will fight him, even in training.

“Sure, I need to loosen up.” Rolling his shoulders, Legend moves towards the open area Four and Hyrule were using earlier. The sharp spike of cold goes straight to his head and he futilely presses his tongue to the roof of his mouth, trying to warm it.

Warriors, stick in the ass that he is, is trying to get them to stop. “I don’t know if that’s a great idea right now.” He casts about for an excuse, then shifts pleading eyes to Time.

The old man looks like he’s not paying attention, but the veteran catches the tightening in his shoulders and sideways glance. “Play nice, stay safe. Run through some drills, first.”

He’s not a child to be told what to do. Legend tosses one of the practice staves at Wild, not willing to consign himself to metal against the other. “Here, this should do.”

Wild runs a hand over the wood and bends it over a knee, checking it won’t snap. Then he nods and waits for Legend, who stares back.

“Drill?”

“What drill?” Wild’s head tips too far to one side.

Legend doesn’t answer, just starts running through some basic moves. Wild watches but doesn’t join in. Finally, he stops. “Forget it. Fighting or not?”

“Boys,” comes Time’s voice.

“Whatever.” Legend ignores him and raises his stick. “Ready? Go!”

Wild’s not ready, but Legend makes a wide swing to give him time to settle. The kid made it through his journey with whatever weirdness he’s got going on; he can handle one spar without chopping someone’s head off.

His follow-up swing is met with the crack of wood; Wild’s focus is fully on the fight, now. He stays on defense, then switches to offense, and then back again.

Wild’s style is…unique, in that it seems to be a mash of moves with little flowing grace, but he’s a proficient fighter. He’s focused and in control. He doesn’t turn into evil incarnate because he’s crossing blades—or staves, with someone. Warriors worries over nothing.

Legend keeps up, periodically landing faster hits to see how he’ll react. Through it all, the sharp ache in his teeth grows. It’s distracting and the adrenaline of movement isn’t enough to block it out. The tightening band around his head is an indication enough of the growing headache.

Finally, Legend steps back and raises his stave to signal an end. Wild stays poised for one, sharp moment, then steps back as well with a grin.

“Thanks, this was fun.”

Nodding back, Legend tosses the stave to the side and meanders across the camp. Time’s gaze burns, but he ignores it to settle next to Four, far away from Wild and his tooth-aching chill.

The champion may be awesome, but curse the Goddesses, Legend could do without the headache.

Read the rest here!

[accio-sriracha]

Oddly Specific Marauder Headcannons!!

~~~♤~~~

James Potter hates flamingos. He doesn't know why, he just despises them.

Remus didn't actually like chocolate for most of his childhood, he acquired the taste after he started hanging out with Sirius (who has a MASSIVE sweet tooth)

Peter will never turn down a trip somewhere. Going to hogsmeade? He's in. Off to visit a friend by the lake? Already got his shoes on. Stopping by the library? He's got books to turn in anyways. Literally just going to the bathroom? Might as well get some steps in.

Sirius' favorite color is actually green, but he just tells people it's black because everyone already assumes that.

James Potter had a massive collection of succulents at home that he would talk to and treat like they were people. He used the words "sad" and "happy" to describe when they needed to be watered.

Remus went through burnt out gifted kid syndrome in sixth year and refused to touch a book unless absolutely necessary because he just couldn't handle the commitment.

Peter was actually extremely gifted at potions because he grew up learning how to bake with his mums.

Sirius 100% named his jet black owl something like "Princess Sugarplum Cutie Patootie Fluffy Feathers" and would coo over her every time she brought him a letter.

James is obsessed with everything kiwi flavored but if you hand him a kiwi he will literally throw it at you.

Remus actually does NOT know how to deal with small children and would make small talk with baby Harry in his normal voice and instead of holding him on his lap he'd just sit him up next to him on the couch like an adult would sit.

On any given day Peter would have an entire package of jelly beans in his pocket or a pepper up potion that serves double as a hangover cure for James and Sirius and there was no inbetween.

Sirius has a surprisingly low tolerance for pain but he's just so damn stubborn that he refuses to give in.

James is terrible at describing anything about himself. Ask him his favorite song and suddenly he's never heard a single one in his life, ask him his favorite food and he literally doesn't remember eating anything ever. If he sees the "Name three strengths/weakness" question one more time he's going to drown himself in the black lake.

Remus would despise roller coasters, and no, not because they're unsafe or because they're scary or because of the germs, he just hates the idea of them and would honestly rather go eat a chocolate funnel cake.

Peter WILL take a paint sample card no matter how large his stack gets and you CANNOT stop him.

Sirius draws on everything, literally put a writing utensil in his hand and make him bored enough and he will just start drawing on whatever is in front of him, his friends included.

James overshares every little detail about his day and all of his favorite stuff and many things the others should probably (definitley) not know about but when it comes to important information he just... never talks about it? It took two and a half years before the others even learned he was an only child. (Though his behavior made it a little obvious)

Remus dressed up as himself three years in a row for Halloween because "The real monster is inside me" successfully earning horrified and/or angry looks from all of his friends.

Peter is obsessed with cranberry juice, the variants of Cran-Apple and Cran-Grape??? Perfection.

[alexanderwales]

✨💖Positivity chain! List 5 to 10 things that make you smile and explain why! Send to others who also make you smile✨💖

I live a few blocks from the shore of Lake Superior, and go down to the rocky beaches a few times a week to throw rocks into the lake. Sometimes I'm skipping them, but more often they're just plopping down into the water.

I have, after many years, managed to make perfect sandwiches. It's mostly a matter of ingredients, and I don't think it would be perfect for anyone else, but there's a great balance of textures, tanginess, sweetness, and umami.

Gochugang has been a gamechanger for me. I add a spoonful of it to chili, mac and cheese, stir fry, and all kinds of other things. It's especially good because my wife and son don't particularly like spicy things, so I can just use a dollop to add spice and flavor to things.

On the first day of heavy snow (where we live, usually November, but sometimes October), my son and I make "ultimate hot chocolate", which has heavy cream, quality dark chocolate, whipped cream, chocolate shavings, wafer cookies, marshmallows, and a bit of cinnamon and cayenne pepper. The making of the hot chocolate is an iterative process, adding things to the pot little by little until it's just right, then we get the drinks all dolled up.

We have a hammock in the backyard and a quiet neighborhood, and during the summer I can lay there swinging back and forth while reading through a book with my phone in the house and some disconnection from the Online.

We have two black cats, one fluffy and one sleek. The fluffy cat is so, so stupid, but one time when I was coming down the stairs I stopped to pet him, and he got it into his head that me going down the stairs means that it's time for him to interrupt my descent and get some aggressive petting. When he hears me coming from the upstairs office, he races up the stairs to meet me halfway, and because I'm not a monster, I stop to pet him for a few minutes.

I stay up late at night, after my son and wife have gone to bed, and unless the cats are wrestling, the house gets nice and quiet. I come down to make a cup of tea, and do dishes while the water is boiling and for however long it takes my herbal tea to steep. I like when there's a soft, slightly chilly wind and the sound of crickets.

I live in a city on a hill, and from many different angles you can see the big lake down below. During the summer, the giant ore ships are out, sitting on the lake waiting for paperwork or to take their turn. There are specific views that I try to be mindful of, to appreciate them because they're beautiful. These are mostly seen from my car, going to specific places that I go on a regular basis.

I bought a wireless charger for my phone, so I can just set it in a cradle on my desk without having to plug it in, and though I've had it for months now, I still consider it one of the best purchases I've ever made.

[pinheadbella]

Day 7: Break the Tie, Not the Bond

For the final day of Rajbow Week, I would like to present a prediction for season 2. I've had this comic sketched for a while now. Like a month before I even started this blog. And now I think it's the perfect time to discuss just what I think will happen to Raj and Bowie during the island rematch...

Back when the reboot was being teased, screenshots of a flyer have been going around. It showed the new cast, a synopsis, and some hints as to what the challenges may be. And one hint jumped out at me: "New challenges will now be peppered with inspiration from disaster and horror movies..." Season 1 of the reboot had some disaster movie aspects. The catapults, the obstacle courses, the lava lake. But nothing really jumped out to me as "horror movies."

Soooo I figured they were saving that for season 2.

As much as we wanted season 2 to be an Action reboot, Terry confirmed on Twitter that it would still take place on the island. But what if they could still pay tribute to Action? Why not put the contestants through revamped versions of Action's movie-themed challenges? And what could be more scary than getting dressed up as a killer/monster and hunting down your competition in a dark forest?

It's kinda like the serial killer challenge from Action. But instead of one player who has to scare their teammates, it's everyone on a team who has to scare everyone on the opposite team. Pop up from behind the bushes, scare someone with a butcher's knife in the kitchen, bust down a cabin door, etc.

For the sake of this scenario, let's assume that Raj and Bowie are on the same team. And that their team lost.

And that they tied for the most votes.

And since there's no way for the rule of "the player with more immunity wins is safe" to be applicable in the team phase, Chris has to think on the fly to get one of them out in the most dramatic way possible.

The tiebreaker? Raj and Bowie have one minute to beat each other up. Whoever's costume looks more ruined by the end will be eliminated. And if they somehow tie again, then they're both out.

And the boys are obviously upset.

Raj, who was dressed like a slasher killer, doesn't want to hurt Bowie. He's a hockey jock. He can effortlessly leave someone with bruises or a missing tooth even when he doesn't think he's playing rough. Bowie, who was dressed like a vampire, doesn't see the point in the tiebreaker. If him and Raj don't want to fight, why can't their team just revote?

Chris says that this'll be great for the ratings and starts the timer.

Bowie didn't want to give Chris what he wanted. As much as he hated losing, he also realized how much it sucks to lose someone he cares about. He already lost his friend Emma. He was not going to botch it with the guy of his dreams.

But Raj...

...Raj really wants to win.

The prediction I'm about to drop is...insane. I admit it. Especially after seeing so many people headcanon/depict Rajbow as such a sweet and wholesome relationship. I'm not even sure if Fresh TV can get away with doing this. But with what little we have canonically with the ship so far, I see a dark direction it can go.

What if Raj's parents are homophobic?

What if Raj didn't want to come out at first because he was scared his parents would watch the show?

And what if he came out specifically while he and Wayne were falling down the mountain because he thought the cameras/mics wouldn't catch him?

Raj doesn't just want to come back and do better. He wants to win the million and move out. At the very least, he wants to make sure that kissing the love of his life in that tapioca shark pit was worth it. That he didn't just lose his parents' trust for a guy who didn't love him back.

Remember my Day 1 drawing? Yeah, Raj has been anxiously waiting for their first date to even happen.

And while Bowie doesn't want to admit why he's been holding off on that date he promised, Raj doesn't want to admit why he wants to win so badly. He doesn't want Bowie to think it's his fault or that their relationship is a problem. There's nothing wrong with Bowie, Raj thinks. He's perfect.

So...Bowie was tricked into a false sense of security. Raj slipped his cape off while they were busy kissing. How does Bowie feel to be blindsided by someone he thought he could trust?

He couldn't be prouder. The guy who tricked so many people last season ultimately got a taste of his own medicine. And so, the villain passes on his prized necklace to his protege.

[sasster]

Hard Work (Pays Off)

Well it was about time we got down to business, wasn't it?

[doc]

--

“Playtime is over,” the voice of his deity broadcasts directly into his mind, sharp and angry in a way that is almost incomprehensible. “Get me the boy.”

Then the presence is gone.

Persep lulls his head back and forth, searching for a good crack in his neck as he stands from the desk. He casually wipes a bit of black ichor that starts to seep out from his eyes off of his cheek. Across the room his human companion, more like immortal babysitter, tuts softly and shakes his head before producing a brightly colored handkerchief to dab away the same discharge from his face.

“I warned you,” Jarvis chides, “His patience had to run thin eventually, though I admit it took longer than expected.”

“Must be that soft spot for Lycaons.”

"Must be." Jarvis stands and cracks his back, quirking a brow at him. "I hope there's actually a plan in that handsome head of yours, Poppet. He hasn't the tolerance for failure, even from you."

“Worry not my friend, I’ve thought it all through.”

–

The pair come up on the hive with its sprawling garden and moss that hugs up the side of it in practically no time at all, the entire time Jarvis would continue to poke and prod at his charge for his imminent failure, saying this or that about how fun it’ll be to spend the rest of eternity tied together as Agents of Thazilis.

Persep never bothers telling him a second time that it is all planned out, and eternal servitude was never on the itinerary. Exploiting a blindspot to the hive's souped up security system, he leads Jarvis to the expansive lake and accompanying forested area at the rear of the hive and then, much to the immortal’s surprise and annoyance, takes a seat behind the trees.

“What are you doing?”

“Our god's bidding?” Persep feigns incredulity, as he puts a stick of gum in his mouth and offers the pack up to him. “It’s lavender.”

"Mm. Keep this up and we're both in for it. Quite like my head where it's at, thanks."

“Trust me.”

Jarvis slaps the pack out of his hand with a curl of his lip, but with no choice, he slumps beside the clown.

"Only an imbecile would take you at your word, Poppet."

Persep grins.

–

Several uneventful hours pass with the two of them sitting among the weeds as different residents of the hive enter and exit their stakeout area before anything interesting happens.

Jarvis already found something else to occupy his attention by the time the third human to walk out there was not the one they were looking for or the kind he uses for his own personal fun, he lays back fully with a handful of leaves slowly but surely turning into small weaved basket in his attempt to stifle his boredom.

Persep says nothing when their mark meanders onto the scene.

Blue hair pushed back by a purple headband, a face that says he is fed up with the world, and the most identifying marker, sigils of Thazilis, the same ones Jarvis sports, peppered along the back of his neck.

What an easy runaway to find.

The unfortunate boy walks over to the lake and sits at the edge with a foot dangling over it.

Persep pulls himself to his feet, a smug grin on his face as he watches his prey swing his foot idly over the water, and casually starts his walk toward him.

There are a lot of things to be said about Persep Lycaon.

He is a monster, he is cruel, and everything he has ever done has only ever been in the interest of furthering his own goals.

His steps hold no urgency, he saunters on casually.

There has never been a single person, troll, human, or otherwise that he has ever considered to be his equal.

He is narcissistic.

He has a god complex.

But above all else, Persep Lycaon has never played fair.

“Hey Zeke!” He calls out, projecting his voice in a way that even calls the attention of his indisposed custodian. Not just in volume, but the pure joy that replaces the usual calm cadence of his intonation. “What’s up?”

Zeke’s head snaps up at the sound, and at the same time, Persep activates his voodoos.

They make eye contact.

Zeke wordlessly pulls himself up to his feet and starts walking in his direction.

“Atta boy, you really are helping me out here. In a big way.” Persep coos, uncharacteristically. 

There is a bit of a delay, however, a lag in Perseps commands and how his new puppet responds to them. It might be that Zeke’s access to divinity, as much as he’s had, makes him more resistant to the power. 

Better beat a hasty retreat, in that case.

“Thazilis has missed you something awful.”

Persep returns to his companion in good spirits, smug satisfaction rolls off of him in waves.

Jarvis stands and stretches, his leaf basket abandoned in favor of inspecting the shell that toddles behind the purple blood.

“Color me impressed, Poppet.” He breathes, ghosting a hand over the marks that decorate Zeke’s neck. “You did something right.”

“Naturally.”

Momentarily Zeke rips apart from Persep’s control, regaining enough of his own agency to lean away from the touch and just let out a blood curdling scream, at the top of his lungs. His words are intelligible, but cause the Agents to flinch back and cover their ears.

How annoying Divine Intervention can be, a splitting headache begins to drape over Persep’s mind.

Just as soon as the yelling starts it is over and Zekes falls silent again, this time with his mouth clamped shut.

“How irritating,” Persep grits and reaches over to flick his forehead. “No more of that.”

“Consider the compliment rescinded.” Jarvis says, propping his hands on his hips.

“Do you know how many Gods are swimming around in there? Give me some credit.”

They are not afforded the opportunity to really get into the argument, when a great beam of light appears in the back door of the hive. The light’s vague person shape causes Jarvis’s eyes to widen. Persep hardly reacts, leaning forward to pick up both the pack of gum and the abandoned leaf basket.

“Jarvis,”

“Poppet?”

“It has truly been a pleasure working with you,” Persep looks up from where he leans over and Jarvis makes the same mistake as Zeke, looking directly into his purple glowing eyes. “But someone has to take the fall for this.”

His tone is apologetic, purely theatrical, and Jarvis falls silent the same way that the other puppeted human did.

“I figure it goes like this – Diollea will busy himself with you while I find a way to break Ezekiel here of that divine hold of his.” He straightens out and pats the immortal on the cheek. “I’ll come back and get you. I promise.” He says and turns to walk deeper into the forest while Jarvis starts walking to surrender himself to the glowing God.

[panelswithoutpeople]

Eerie Magazine No. 58: The Pepper Lake Monster

by Berni Wrightson

[liviavanrouge]

Broken

Some people got the real problems

Livia(2nd Life): *Stands behind Silver, her back facing him*

Silver: *Glares at the staring crowd, shielding her from their eyes* We can leave, Liv...

Livia: Cynthia says I have to stay

Silver: *Sighs annoyed with Cynthia already* Alright..we'll stay...

Livia: ..thanks...

Some people out of luck

Livia: *Sits on her hands and knees her eyes wide* I didn't-

Malleus: Silence

Livia: *Flinches back trembling*

Cynthia: *Peeks out from behind Livia then grins smugly*

Livia: Lady...

Cynthia: Mal, please forgive Livia, she didn't know any better

Livia: *Looks down silently*

Some people think I can solve them

Livia: *Yells in surprise as a vase shattered near her face*

Henry: HAH! You call yourself Lady Cynthia's maid, you're just an imbecile who can't do anyting

Cynthia: *Watches silently then smiles*

Lilia: Pick that up then leave...

Livia: Yes...understood

Lord heavens above

Edric: *Floats down to Livia's balcony* Hey lovely~

Livia: *Looks up surprised* Huh?

Edric: *Lands on the railing, smiling at her* The moonlight was shining on your hair, made you look ethereal..

Livia: *Stares at him* Who are you?

Edric: *Laughs* Names Edric, nice to meet you, Lady Moonlight!

Livia: *Perks up, her face turning red* You as well...

Edric: *Chuckles, poking her cheeks* Cute~

I'm only human after all

Cynthia: *Screams in shock as purple flames flew past her head*

Livia: *Stares in surprise, her hand touching her reddening cheek*

Edric: Damn bitch...who are you slapping

Malleus: Lord Edric.

Edric: *Grabs Livia's arm pulling her up* Come on, I'll tend to your cheek..

Livia: O-Okay...

I'm only human after all

Livia: *Sits beside Silver, her feet in the lake water*

Silver: Better?

Livia: *Nods* Thanks

Edric: *Grabs Livia's foot, pressing a kiss to it*

Silver: *Glares at him* HEY!

Edric: *Looks at Silver then peppers Livia's foot with kisses causing her face to turn red*

Livia: *Covers her face embarrassed* Edric...

Don't put the blame on me

Livia: *Stares in shock, sitting on her knees* I didn't poison her!

Sebek: She-

Lilia: *Steps forward, staring down at Livia*

Livia: *Reaches forward, her eyes wide* You know I didn't poison her! You were there-

Lilia: She's guilty....and should be hung tomorrow morning..

Livia: *Stares at him trembling as she lowered her hands*

Lilia: *Turns and walks away*

Don't put the blame on me

Cynthia: *Looks at the cells then smiles when she found the right one* Livia!

Livia: Cynthia...

Cynthia: *Stares at her then throws her head back laughing* IT WAS SO EASY!

Cynthia: *Crouches down, placing a hand on Livia's cheek* You naive stupid little bitch...

Livia: Cyn..thia..

Cynthia: *Grabs the bars a crazed look on her face* After tomorrow everything is mine! Sebek, Your father, your brother, everything! It'll be mine!

Livia: Ah...

Cynthia: *Stands up, laughing* Enjoy your last moments, Lilia's Monster

Livia: *Looks down, closing her eyes*

@anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna @writing-heiresss @zexal-club @marrondrawsalot @yumeko2sevilla @abyssthing198

[deer-fic-fics]

How DoL’s going:

Save 1: tried to do well in school, tried to get lichen in the lake for a science project, then got attacked by a lake monster. Then a wolf (wolfgirl I guess, but still— grossed me out so bad I almost dropped the game entirely). Then Eden. Currently Stockholm-ed.

Save 2: tried to make a strong delinquent PC with the hopes of interacting with Kylar, but she lost every single fight (except the tutorial, and one time she used pepper spray). Ended up passing out a bunch and being taken to the asylum, under Harper’s extremely questionable care :/

Save 3: tried to make a cute lil nerd PC to get bullied by Whitney, but so far haven’t had many interactions with them. Started chatting with Sydney before class and eating with them at lunch to reduce stress levels (and buy more uniforms 🧍) and kinda accidentally ended up on their ‘route’ instead

[silently-waiting-for-you]

Marvel

Trope: sick peter parker

a first time for everything

“Why are you whispering?” Pepper was asking, and the other noises were receding away behind the creak of a door and click of a lock.

“Because I’m hosting a vigilante super-teen with enhanced hearing this weekend.” He slumped back into the couch cushions. “Or did you forget?”

There was a sharp intake of breath.

“Peter? Oh gosh, what did you—”

“Nothing,” Tony rushed out, scrambling. “He’s fine. The kid’s fine, honey.”

A beat of silence.

“Okay, well, he’s not fine, but—”

“Tony Stark—”

. . . . .

but i'm not sick

Sick!Peter Trope - Tony gets stuck with a cold-ridden teenager who insists he's fine.

. . . . .

dad level: 3000

Peter comes down with the flu while visiting the Stark family (and Happy) at the lake house during his spring break from MIT. Thankfully, Tony has been spending the last five years honing his Dad Skills™. He's got this.

. . . . .

i could hold you for a million years

''I feel…really gross, Mister Stark,'' Peter moans, tilting into Tony’s hold and burying his face in Tony’s neck.

''I know, kid,'' Tony replies, wincing again at the heat of Peter's skin. Part of him is rebelling against the situation, lurching up with rancid familiarity to tell him to step away, to get out –

But then Peter sighs miserably against him, and all that Tony feels then is the need to make it better.

. . . . .

i used to walk on air (i used to never feel like i do now)

“Tell me the truth, Tony. Do I need to come back?”

“We’re fine, May.” Tony assured her. “I’ve got Banner whipping up some fever reducer and I’m about to make him try and eat something as soon as I hang up with you. You forget, Ms. Parker, I recently handled my flu ridden very spirited four-year-old daughter. Peter’s a piece of cake compared to that little monster.”

“Don’t talk about my niece like that.” May scolded with no heat behind it. “She’s an angel and don’t you forget it.”

. . . . .

karmaitis

“I’m sorry, Pep, but what am I supposed to do?” Tony says, and Peter can hear the distress in his voice. “The kid’s practically coughing up a lung, and FRI says he’s running a fever—I can’t leave him alone like this.”

Peter pushes himself up from where he’s currently sprawled out on the living room sofa, his arms trembling from the effort. “No, no M’s’r Stark…” he rasps, “you can go. I’ll be fi—” he cuts himself off by hunching forward to hack out a few more horrible-sounding coughs.

Or: Peter fakes sick to help Tony get out of going to an important event, but then later ends up actually sick. His mentor is a bit slow on the uptake.

. . . . .

monster mash

The Stark family gets invited to a Halloween party at the Compound, only Peter fails to mention that he’s sick.

[innocencel0st]

@facepeeled continued from here.

Camp Red Lake had been many things over the years. But the most important thing it had ever been, in Lynnette's opinion, was a sanctuary. A place where women could band together and heal from the damage their monsters had done. But the monsters always came back, in some way or another. Bruce Volker, Christophe Volker, Skye Elliott and Stephanie Fugate. They were Camp Red Lake's monsters. And Camp Red Lake sat in limbo being vandalized until someone was able to buy it again.

That someone was Lynnette, with a little help from the other girls in group. But it was going to be Lynnette's baby. It was secluded enough that she could feel safe, especially with all the precautions Adrienne had once put into place. But it would also give her more purpose than just sitting around in a dark apartment with nothing but a pepper plant to keep her company. She needed it as much as it needed her.

Seeing the debris everywhere made Lynnette sad. To know that people could be so careless with something someone had loved so much. She was broken out of her thoughts by Cricket's reminiscing, and she had to stick a smile on. She remembered being carefree like that, not having to worry about the monsters yet. That was before she'd been turned into a final girl. "Looks like there's a lot of work to do."