#ride scare

[fanofspooky]

Scream King - Miguel A. Nuñez Jr.

[thebestiaryofboysiveloved]

Hi everyone! This is my comic Ride Scare! If you like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Scream, or Lisa Frankenstein, it's probably up your alley!

After a bad review, a ride-share driver is desperate to regain her five-star rating. The only problem? She's driving in Fen's Edge, the most haunted town in the US.

The entire first arc is free to read on Webtoon right now! The next arc begins in May :)

[microwavingfranky]

More Corazon and Law… I have been drawing them nonstop

[smatterbrained]

You've heard of weaponized incompetence!! now get ready for weaponized competence!!

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

[jangmi-latte]

vil screaming and clinging on silver because of his unique magic makes sense 💀💀 he's scared of heights/falling because the evil queen died from falling off a cliff. but boy can he SCREAM those vocals don't lie

[carebeardean]

Charles has always left Edwin little notes slipped between the pages of his favorite books, in his science equipment, places he knows Edwin loves. Just silly things—post its that say “hi Edwin :)”. doodles of Edwin with his nose stuck in a book. reminders to stock up on wolfsbane. but.

Then, post canon, Edwin tentatively starts dating people. And it’s ridiculous, because Edwin’s right there, all the time, but Charles..misses him a bit. And his heads a mess, and he can’t sort out what the hell he’s feeling most of the time, and whenever he tries to say any of it out loud it comes out rubbish.

So. He writes down some of the shit he can’t say right, and because he’s a coward, hides them so he doesn’t have to see Edwin’s face when he reads them.

then Edwin starts writing back.

Neat lilac blue little envelopes appear in Charles coat pockets. In his bag. Once, in his shoe? Some nights, Edwin will clear his throat and mention something from a letter, offhand, like they’re just picking up conversation, and Charles can pretend they are. That they always have talked about the basement, the belt, the nameless fear that chokes him every time Edwin walks out the door with someone else on his arm.

Sometimes he can’t. The words get stuck in his throat. Edwin’s not mad, he’s maddeningly, stubbornly kind about it, which is worse.

Some nights they trade. A secret for a secret. Charles learns about the novels Edwin used to hide under his mattress, about all the lonely years before Charles got there. About Simon.

Meanwhile, Edwin is losing his mind, because Charles has accidentally stumbled onto what was a fucking courting ritual in his time. Love letters were something engaged couples treasured for years, kept and reread over and over. (Edwin does. keep them in a special box, will take one out and trace the words, tuck it in his breast pocket for courage).

Edwin would rather have to reattach a limb again than lose Charles trust, all the dark and beautiful things he shares with Edwin only. He knows—knows Charles doesn’t mean to make him fall more in love with him.

[idontcaboose]

Luthor's Cricket

Part 2

Previous. Masterpost.

Lex awoke feeling like he just got over the flu. The cold hardwood floor was not helping either. He could hear Gray's panicked whisperings but could not make them out. He did lurch up at hearing an unfamiliar groan closer to him than he would have liked. Gray was looking at the table and his book, growing ever more panicked as he double and triple checked all the symbols and lines. To his left, there was the teen, on the ground, and looking like he felt the same way Lex did.

“Gray, -” Lex started.

“I don't know what happened! There were no binding rings in this!” Gray shouted.

“Gray-” Lex growled.

“Look, Mr. Gray? deep breaths. Good. Rubber duck this. From the circle in, explain.” The kid cut Lex off, sitting up into a cross-legged seat.

Gray took a breath, and started on the circles construction. It wasn't until the third item did the mistake dawn on him. “This here keeps you secured in our plane of existence until….. bound or dismissed…..”

“Ok, dismiss me or whatever.” The kid said.

“Thank you for your time, and may your rest be peaceful.” Gray said and wiped a bit of chalk away, breaking the circle.

Nothing happened.

“Gray-” Lex growled again.

“Hey, don't get mad at him-” the kid started

“You're right, I should be mad at you, who in the right mind, living or not, in your words allows themselves to get kidnapped with ‘free candy’ and then agrees to help them with a vague request to help them be ‘better’?” Lex bellowed at the teen.

The kid at least had the courtesy to look admonished.

“Mr. Warden, leave. I will have to find a better magic user to undo your mistake.”

The man fled from the room as if hell hounds were on his heels.

“So, what now fruitloop?” The kid asked.

“First, you will not call me that. Mr. Luthor will suffice. Second, you have yet to provide a name.” Lex said, raising his eyebrow at the teen.

“Shoot, right. Names Phantom. Would say nice to meet you, buuuuut….” The kid- Phantom said sheepishly.

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[doiliedaze]

When the morning comes your still mine

Warnings: whistle trained reader, somewhat toxic relationship?? Reader has no will-power I mean immediately goes back into Sevika’s arms, public sex, dark and ooc! Sev, humiliation, Sev is packing and her strap is referred to as cock, degradation (reader is called a bitch and refers to herself as a mindless bimbo), I’m lowkey gaslighting reader too LMAOO

Genre: smut, angst with the little plot I put in here

A/N: inspired by the copious domestic Sevika content I’ve been taking in and pretty little birds by SZA and @wingedcrowpersona

Reader is a stripper!!

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Divorce wasn’t something you saw with you and Sevika but it’s your reality.

It was like one morning was different, the arguing didn’t matter, the makeup sex wasn’t working. You still wanted her but you didn’t need her.

You fell back into your old routine; get up, practice, hangout, work, hangout, sleep. Anything that stops you from thinking. Your marriage was lovely till it wasn’t, never agreeing with Silcos influence on your wife.

Music was blaring, lights were flashing and slightly tipsy you didn’t know where you were walking. This plus six inch platform heels caused disaster.

You fell right into her arms.

She was still as beautiful as ever and you know she thought the same about you. You also knew you were trapped.

Her mechanic hand squeezing the small of your back as she helps you up. “You look good” she states as she pops the string of your thong.

Immediately you swat her hand away, “don’t touch me like that.” You state crossing your arms. Vika always teased you whether you liked it or not.

Slowly she almost stalks to you, “is that how you treat your wife?”

“Not my wife anymore that’s how divorce works.”

“Not divorced if you didn’t sign the papers doll.” She said as she cups your face and brings you close. “For one second could you behave? Be my good little wife again?” Instinctively you nod missing how mean she could be, “I could fuck you right here and you’d like that mhm?”

“I’m on the clock!” You whine remembering where you are.

“I’ll pay you” she says flatly as one of her fingers dip into the front of your thong.

“Sevika wait” you gasp and you press yourself closer trying to make sure no one in the club could see you.

You grab her wrist about to deny yourself of pleasure until Sevika let’s out a short loud whistle. You let go of her wrist, stand up straight and look at her with doe eyes.

“Still my bitch I see” she says as she slowly rubs circles on your pretty clit. You can’t help but moan and obey because that’s what Sevika deserves, a mindless bimbo wife.

Legs shaking due to embarrassment and pleasure you step closer to her to balance yourself. Another whistle was let out and you open your legs more, giving her thick finger more access to you.

“I should embarrass you, since you embarrassed me.” She scoffs, “thinking you aren’t mine, my wife.”

You shake your head no but it didn’t really matter. She knew you wanted this, she knows how much you missed her.

Sevika maneuvers you two to a booth, pulling you by your thong strap. She’s seated whilst your standing.

“C’mon dance, entertain me.” She mutters as she lights a cigar blowing it in your direction knowing you hate smoke. Sevika is never this hard on you but you left her, you did this to yourself.

Slowly you dance to the music, touching yourself here and there in the process. Naturally you strip not caring who saw because it was about your wife’s pleasure. Once you were bare she whistles and you sit on her lap. Sevika puts the cigar out and holds your face, smoke escaping her mouth. “I missed you”, her whisper sincere and hurt. “Not as much as I.” You mumble before you softly press your lips against hers.

Her tongue slithers your mouth. She missed how you taste, how you feel so much. How could you deprive this from her?

Your pierced nipples rub against hers and you go to unbuckle her pants. Like a good bitch you wait for the whistle, her wanting to see how patience you could be. Once granted permission you are able to slip her inside with a satisfactory squelch from your dripping cunt.

Her hands were harsh on your hips and your pelvis was burning but none of the mattered as you kissed your wife. Didn’t matter who was watching or if you’d feel shame tomorrow because that’s the effect she has on you.

Both of you desperate for each other are rutting against each other ready to cum. Saliva is dripping from your tongues, hair is frizzy and fucked, both of your moans are loud and desperate.

She just wants her wife back, wants to take care of you again. Fucks you into never thinking about leaving her again.

With one final thrust you shakily cum, and ride your orgasm out together.

“Can I take you home?” She whispers her eyes looking like hurt puppy dogs. “Let’s go home.”

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A/N: oh my gosh!! I need to be whistle trained by her!! She’s so hot why isn’t she real (ˊ̥̥̥̥̥ ³ ˋ̥̥̥̥̥)

Taglist: @manfuckthisimout @bambishaven

(Dividers- @dollywons)

[fan-fricking-fiction]

We are ft. quotes (1)

[cr: Chloe Liese]

other We are posts <3

[acourtofthought]

Elain shrinks into herself when Lucien is around?

This girl gets flashes of the future. You know there's been images of:

Their bodies slick with sweat

His teeth on her inner thighs

His voice moaning her name

His hands tangled in her hair

His mouth on her.... well, everywhere

Her knees on the forest floor looking up at him.

Her crying out his name, again and again

Looking at Lucien would bring those images racing back and we all know that a shift in her scent could be detected, the reddening of her face would easily be spotted.

Elain was raised to behave like a lady.

Lucien brings about very unladylike thoughts.

Hot Mate + Seer Powers = Elain having no need to read a smutty novel for inspiration because she's now already seen things she never realized were a thing and you know she'd be struggling with how much they intrigued her since as Nesta said, humans were taught primness.

It's really that simple. Sarah didn't call Lucien her love then remind us over and over of how hot he is, how Cassian, Amren and the king noted his good looks, how Feyre thought of his warm bare chest, broad hard shoulders and gleaming hair (while already mated to Rhys no less), for one of the daemati twins to tell us all about the bedroom habits of the Autumn Court males only for his own mate not to notice the exact same things.

[xerocares]

What I post when I say I post edgy shit

[theangelcatalogue]

Your beauty never ever scared me

[fauvester]

little moshang fan kid <3

spoiled, aloof, a bit of a bitch, terminally 'weak constitution'-ed, lowkey lazy, prefers reading his dailies in the office and pretending to do paperwork to fighting

[stellocchia]

I have a vivid memory of a comic by Rahafwabas where Nightmare calls Killer a freak and is visibly quite unsettled by him (if I remember correctly, it's the same one where he chokes Killer until he passes out while Killer is telling him how to beat his enemies like the ungrateful petty abuser that he is-) and I don't think that's acknowledged enough in this fandom.

Like, even the eldritch horror made of pure negativity that's holding him captive is freaked out by him. And yet I more often see people make Dust the scary one in extended Bad Sanses scenarios. As if that guy isn't literally just a guy who had a particularly bad mental breakdown and has been actively suicidal since. He's the least terrifying of these fuckers, therapy and proper medications would likely allow him to hold down a regular 9 to 5 and I cannot say the same for any of these other guys.

Anyway, rant about Dust aside, we need to make Killer freakier in the horror movie creature sense instead of the horny sense more often.

He literally keeps jars with the remains of his victims, I physically need to see Nightmare be put in the position of the guy who made a deal with the devil and fearing the moment control is gonna slip from his hands the whole way through. All while Killer is simply standing there, smiling. Menacingly.

[shushmal]

Eddie: Hey, Steve... Steve: Mmm? Eddie, slightly buzzed: What... What are we? Steve, high out of his goddamn mind, eyes filling with tears: Dude... Dude, I don't know?? Eddie: Wha— Steve: Dustin says we're monkeys, Eddie!! MONKEYS! What does that even mean???