#souls being both of them. but depending on how close to being whole they are. is how mixed the color is

[sneeb-canons]

"Heart bleeds purple" this "Mind bleeds blue" that

What about all three of them bleeding gold (or whatever color you intep Whole to be)

Headcanon #488

[koolades-world]

How the brother deal with jealousy and a pushy suitor

Lucifer

he knows you would never go behind his back with the lowly demons who grovel at your feet but he can’t help it

for a while, he hangs back and observes, since he knows you’ll get rid of them eventually

but it’s just a matter of how quickly, and I’d that’s too long for his liking

eventually he just comes up behind you, and standing menacingly which usually scares the shit out of whatever poor soul happens to be speaking to you

once they disappear you either lightly scold him for chasing off a friend or playfully roll your eyes at his antics

Mammon

he is loud and proud about the two of you being an item so he makes sure everyone knows

holding hands, matching outfits, the whole nine yards you get it

anyone brave enough to approach you while he’s attached to your hip is probably a friend, who you don’t let him chase away

everyone else, however, he won’t hesitate to question and subtly tell them to leave before he makes them

he’s usually super smug afterwards but denies everything if you ask

Levi

mans is literally the avatar of envy, even the littlest things could trigger a flair up

if your out in public together, especially since he’s shy, will remain glued to your side since you’re the social one

he won’t utter a word unless provoke or if it’s for you, meaning he suddenly gets strangely confident in the face of pushy, unwanted suitors

he might even go as far as to lightly shove them before dragging you away

once he realizes what he just did, he begins to profusely apologize and freak out, so be sure to reassure him with kisses <3

Satan

oh lord anyone who sees you anywhere near him understands fully to leave you two alone if they know what’s good for them

but sometimes, he might leave to fetch your drinks or napkins if you’re at a coffee shop, or quickly go pay if it’s a bookstore, leaving a window of town without him

the lone, stupid soul who dared to approach you will be in for a world of pain in a variety of ways, including physical, psychological, and social

but in the moment, he seems deceptively calm and will be polite in asking them to leave you alone

once you’re both home and you part ways, he finds out who exactly that was and plots how to ruin their everything

Asmo

he's very upfront about it, considering he knows the both of you are such a power couple and there are bound to be fans or otherwise

he's no stranger to signing autographs so he might be sidetracked for a minute or two depending on how many he has to sign

if he turns back and sees someone getting a little too close for his liking, he won't hesitate to insert himself into the conversation and tell them to shoo

he questions you afterwards to make sure you're ok and will apologized if that's not what you wanted, regardless of what he thought

he buys you a treat afterwards <3

Beel

another brother other demons don't dare to approach, but now that you've been in his life, others have kind of seem that as him softening

just because he's not willing to take care of someone in front of you doesn't mean he won't at all

if someone approaches the two of you, he usually let you handle it but watches carefully to try and find the intentions of who's talking to you. people don't give him enough credit for being observant imo

he only acts if he's 100% sure they're up to no good unless they give him a clue before hand. your safety is always first so he usually just politely ushers them off unless they give him a reason not to

a sweet boy <33

Belphie

he's the most direct and will literally tell someone he doesn't like them or tell them to go away in a not so nice way

he follows you around like a shadow if you're not holding him by his arm so that alone probably scares off people

for the most part, you tell him to cool off or tone it back, but when you don't he knows there's probably a reason

that person will be seeing him every night while they sleep until he deems their lesson learned

and what he does during that time? he would never tell you

[forbidden-sin-bin]

Sex and Filthy Smut headcanons

(Eminem x F!Reader Hc’s and drabbles)

Rated: E for explicit… no wait, this needs an X rating for possibly being the filthiest thing I’m gonna write in my life. God save my soul (probably not but hey at least I asked)

Warnings: I mean… look at the title. Need I say more??? Smut. Sex. Lovemaking, Intercourse. Whatever the hell you wanna call it. The whole 10 yards is here. It’s porn, not gonna lie at all.

Tags/Keywords: Smut, Heavy Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, fluff, fluff and smut, Pre-established relationship, Sexual Content, Kink, Overstimulation, Dom/Sub, BDSM, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Oral Sex, Giving/Receiving, Healthy Relationships, Feel Good, Everything sinful under the sun is found here, Author is going to hell, anyone who reads this is coming with me

A/N: Yes yes, ain’t no fuckbuddies or friends with benefits headcanons here, sue me. There is NO angst or sadness here. None, zero, zilch. Those kinds of relationships almost NEVER end well 98% of the time. This is all about you and him ONLY. Give it up for romance y’all.

Not gonna lie, there might've been more I wanted to add to this hellfire list of headcanons but once you've seen how much stuff there is below I hope you'll forgive me for finally putting this out here.

I hope by reading this, will provide you with comfort and satisfaction.

VERY special thanks to @smutty-books for beta reading and feedback along with helping me with this monster of a list! Please check them out and show them some love! (Seriously thank you Smutty for the additional ideas and content. you made this Hc's list a million times better and twice as much content included.)

(WARNING: Past this point is VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.)

General HC's:

Oh boy. Oh boy oh boy ohhhhhh boy.

You want sum fuk? You got sum fuk and way more.

As long as you’re his s/o, congrats on your sex life being absolutely demolished and rebuilt by this man. You’ll probably never find a better person in the bedroom for the rest of your life. It literally doesn’t matter if he’s your boyfriend or your husband, sex is a staple activity in your relationship that you both enjoy.

Fast and rough? Slow and steady? Maybe a little bit of both? You bet he’ll be saying fuck yeah to all of those.

His sex drive has always been relatively quite high, even after all these years. Being 50 and counting ain’t gonna stop him anytime soon.

Can, and will, want to fuck you on any and every surface of the house.

Living room couch? Perfect spot for bouncing in his lap or to blow him hard.

Dining room table? He’ll have you either bent over and railing you from behind or sitting on top while he devours your dripping wet pussy.

Taking a shower? You’ll be saving water if you do it together… yeah. Definitely not because of at least a half dozen things you can do in there with soothing hot water pouring down your bodies.

In the studio?…

Okay maybe not the studio he’s gotta work without getting distracted and lord save you two if anyone finds a sliver of evidence that you two fucked in there-

Not a PDA guy much, which also extends to any sexual antics outside. He won’t be taking any risks getting the two of you caught lacking

As long as you two are in the house, it’s free game

His views and methods of sex vary depending on which era we’re talking about

If he were in his 1999’s/2000’s era, then yeah, absolute horndog. He’s constantly so busy and on the move, sex would be a quick trip and onto the next. It would’ve scratched the itch, but arguably wouldn’t have sated his appetite for long. If he ever had a chance to have a good, drawn out sex session, it’ll leave him looking like he had a serious hangover but he’ll be waking up so relaxed.

Him being quick to fuck around and quick to leave was his style pre-Relapse. It’s a common thing you see around music artists in general and he was no exception. That doesn’t mean he was closed off to finding an actual solid relationship, it just becomes that much harder to find someone genuine. Most of the time though, he was busy putting out albums and producing music with a 9 to 5 regimen.

Post-Relapse/Recovery Em had insane stamina due to the excessive amount of exercise he put in. Call me insane, but I have a feeling this may be the time where he had the least amount of sex drive-

NOW HOLD ON HEAR ME OUT

He was starting out his sobriety around this time, I’m no expert but I would have to think that he hasn’t fucked or hooked up with anyone since then cause sex may have been a risk or his body was recovering, therefore most likely putting sex as a low priority. That isn’t to say he wasn’t busting a nut oh no, he probably became best friends with his hands again.

The time between Rap God/Monster Era was slowly building back up his drive, transitioning him to the Revival/Present Day era where he’s back on his blue-balling bullshit. Mans been practically putting out mating calls in his music and in interviews I mean COME ON HAVE YOU SEEN IT

He’s wise enough to not be caught slipping with hoes cause he won’t be caught with those hoes. At all. He’s not a hoe fucker no more. You heard him.

Finding an actual healthy relationship with one person? Someone give it to him, now.

(Anyone who remembers that one shot in that Rainy Days behind the scenes video where he points the camera to his crotch and says “EVERYTHING is for sale.” If that isn’t a man in heat I dunno what is; And that’s just one example out of many lemme tell you)

THE POINT IS, HE CAN GO FOR ONE ROUND, OR MANY, MANY MORE.

He’s determined to make you feel good more than him, but he’ll absolutely be having fun with how you’re gonna come. He’ll love exploring your body, finding out every little spot that gives you shivers down your spine.

Oh yeah, did I mention that he's got a big dick? He's got a big dick.

Don't try to deny it when you can't help but glance at his crotch all the time. It might be bias, or it might be fact that you can see the bulge in his pants.

Dom/Sub Roles:

He’s a dom, no question about that. Most of the time he’s a soft dom, not overwhelmingly asserting himself over you but firm enough to have you listen to him. Of course, he’ll be praising you a ton if you’re doing good and listening. But if you’re acting a little bratty, a little petty… yeah, he’ll make you behave, let’s just leave it at that.

Enjoys having you bent over his knee while he fingers your pussy, making sure you’re all nice and ready for him to enjoy.

If you squirm too much, expect a light spanking and a firm reminder to behave.

Again, not over the top with his dominance, cause at the end of the day, he wants to take care of you, to make you feel comfortable and show you how much he loves you. So praising isn’t just a dom thing, it’s genuinely how he expresses his affection to you.

If you insist on it, he can go even harder as a dom, upping his antics and getting off on seeing you beg for relief. Punishments will be even meaner and if you slip up even just a little, looks like you’re gonna have to start all over. No amount of pleading, teary whines from you will get him to change the cold, hard look in his eyes as he’s watching you.

Absolutely insistent on a safe word, no matter the situation.

Marshall’s immediately shifting to a protective, nurturing caretaker the moment your safe word leaves your lips and making sure your needs are met, completely understanding and shushing any apologies that threaten to leave your mouth for ruining the moment. You come first and foremost.

Amazing with aftercare. Will make sure that you’re okay and well taken care of after a session, praising you lovingly as he holds you close. If it was particularly intense, he’ll be checking in on you for the next day or so whilst feeling quite proud of himself that he can reduce you to a begging, dripping mess yesterday night. But he's by far more proud of you for trusting him and letting him experience you in such a vulnerable position.

All it takes is for him to say: "Such a good girl" and you're all his. (Can't blame you honestly-)

He'll be using your petnames even outside of your passionate sessions, even if it's just coming home to greet you after a day of work or passing by each other in the house to do something, a quick: "Hey peaches" or "How's my babygirl?" never fails to want to leave you smiling shyly, even after a bad day.

While being a sub is not what he would usually do at all, it’s not impossible. Once he’s far into a relationship with you and fully comfortable, he might actually give in to your insistence.

He has a need to feel like he’s in control, like he’s leading; Being on the opposite end is a big deal for him, so if he ever subs it’s a huge fucking compliment and privilege that shows how much he trusts and loves you to bare himself to you.

He’ll definitely be grumbly about it tho, and probably trying to act all teasing at your attempt to dominate him. But once you get past that first phase and he lets himself relax and give into your control… he doesn’t want to admit it, but he feels so fucking secure with you.

When he fully gives in, he’s preening and leaning into your touch. He’ll be such a good boy under your lavish praise and having all of your attention on him.

It feels almost foreign, not being the one in charge and making all the decisions for once. But once he gets used to it, he'll be doing whatever he can to receive your approval.

Seeing him at your mercy, letting you take the reins, makes it your priority to see him come undone by your command, holy shit, it's fucking beautiful.

If he's up for being a little more bratty (not unlike he's been on his petty shit for decades as his core personality trait let's be real here) and expecting to be punished and/or your dominance be harsher, the thought of pushing you to your limits with how much you're willing to keep up with him makes him really, really excited on the inside.

It’s both of your secrets, so don’t fuck it up, a'ight?

Teasing/Body Parts:

Speaking of secrets… he’s incredibly private, but at the same time, don’t be surprised if he ends up writing lyrics that may or may not allude or be inspired by your sex lives. You swear this man will be the death of you, smug bastard.

If you’re ever turned on by listening to his music or his voice, it’ll be such a massive ego boost for him, holy shit. No need to feel embarrassed, cause he’s fucking flattered.

Even tho his residence is far from any neighbors (and definitely soundproof), he’s got a playlist for your ears to get aroused to.

Imagine Marshall whispering in your ear or talking in that low voice of his and well damn now you’re horny is an understatement of the goddamn century.

And it’s not just you! Marshall gets off hearing you moan like crazy, another sign that lets him know he’s doing a damn good job. Hearing you whimpering gets him going, but making you scream? Jackpot.

Unsurprisingly to a lot of y’all, but he loves tits. He loves ass for sure, but feeling your breasts is just- Yes.

Love fondling them, licking, biting, sucking, you name it.

Now do the same for him-

OKAY OKAY HEAR ME OUT HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN’S PECS

MAN’S GOT HUGE FUCKING HONKERS. HOLY SHIT.

(No wonder he’s such a titty guy-)

But seriously, play with his chest and he’ll be moaning and writhing under you. Music to your ears.

Rest assured your ass will not be forgotten or neglected. No fucking way he’ll ever leave any part of you un-worshipped. Even when you’re just passing each other around the house he’ll playfully slap or squeeze your ass with a smirk. Cheeky fucker.

May or may not prompt him to just throw you down and pin you against whatever furniture is closest and have his way with you right then and there.

Or it could be the other way around! You can't help but give his sexy behind a mischievous swat or grab, or his pecs. He'll probably pretend to be miffed but you'll be catching him returning the smirk you have on your face. Oh, by all means, have your way with him right then and there as well. Equal rights, equal sexy times.

Grabbing your backside and pulling you closer to him, pressed against his chest and his growing bulge in his pants oh sweet Jesus-

Will for sure spank you while you’re riding him or he’s railing you from behind, the sounds of skin slapping against skin while he sees your ass jiggle with every thrust is just so fucking hot

He wants to reach deep down, as far as his cock can reach, nothing in the house is safe from him pounding your pussy and giving you a creampie.

Speaking of that, He LOVES to come into you or on you. It gives him a feeling of claiming what's his. Anytime he sees his cum dripping outta you or running down your skin, Marshall’s ready to go again.

Or he could use a sex toy, making sure his cum stays inside and your pussy ready for him in a few.

Kinks

We’ve already covered the dom/sub parts, but there is SO much potential for other kinks that you and him can get into so let’s get right into it

Breeding Kink:

I mean how can we not start this off without mentioning that

Can, and will ram you harder and faster than a piston AND make sure you both cum multiple times

If you’re walking the next morning, that means he failed the assignment so now he’s boutta rectify that

Dirty talk is cranked to a hundred as he’s growling in your ear on how much of a slut you are for his seed, how he’ll fill you up and make sure your womb is carrying his baby, how gorgeous you would look with your belly swollen with your little creation, etc.

Even if he’s sure that he doesn’t want anymore kids (given his age or experience, which is understandable), imagine the baby fever he gets when he sees or imagines you with kids

He’s perfectly happy with just you and him, but the possibility of you, him, and maybe a little one you made together from your love? His pupils are dilating like a cat getting ready to pounce

Even if the possibilities are extremely unlikely, the mere thought of it and he’s giving you the 🥺 eyes. (Every time you see him make those eyes at you, it’s probably cause he’s feelin the breeding urge)

If you're not able to, that doesn't change a thing; he wants to make you feel like you're his no matter what, and you are! He loves you for you.

Obsessed with coming inside you after railing you into the mattress, filling you to the brim with his seed

Loves giving you a creampie and then watching it leak out of your pussy, might take the initiative to stuff his spilling cum back into you

Or he could just fuck you at multiple different times during the day like the stud he is

Hell he may as well just not pull out and you’ll both be falling asleep still connected

You'll be waking up with his member engorged and slowly thrusting in you while he nuzzles into you, taking in your scent, kissing your lips so softly until you both cum. After that he takes you to the shower and you both wash each other

Loves marking your skin with his mouth, letting anyone know that your his and his only

Your cunt and everything else is thoroughly satisfied every time the breeding kink comes on don’t you worry about that honey

Size Kink:

Hey don't judge his 5'7 ass. Marshall's got other big things minus his height; Big hands, big ears, HUGE CO-

If you're smaller than him: He praises you for taking him in so well, whispers words of encouragement with every inch he pushes into you until you can feel his tip brushing against your cervix. Doesn't want to overdo it in fear of hurting you, but with your insistence he'll be going all out in due time

If you're taller than him: He LOVES it. No cap you being taller or bigger than him is so fucking sexy. Makes him more eager to make you come and more confidence in exploring different ways to do so

Takes a hand in yours and guides you both to press against your stomach, feeling for his cock thrusting into you

Praises you constantly as he feels your walls stretch around him so perfectly

Once you feel like you can take all of him, all of his restraint is gone as he pounds your sopping wet cunt relentlessly

Body worshipping is a must regardless of size

Feral/Primal Kink:

You know how possessive he can be, and that still translates to the bedroom. Even when he knows you're his, he can't help but feel turned on by his possessiveness for you.

And when you're all his, he can go fucking. Crazy.

It's also the dom feeling in him as well, but he has a need to claim you: Not out of insecurity, but out of his desire to make sure you know how much he loves you.

Likes biting your ear as an affectionate gesture. Sometimes he enjoys lightly tugging as a playful gesture to get you riled up.

Marshall thinks the growling thing is dumb as hell but if you're into that he'll try to give you some throaty growls in your ear, but expect him to start cracking up at his attempts until he's used to it

He thinks he can't do it yet he doesn't realize the low rumble in his throat whenever he gets a jealous streak

Voice/Audio Kink:

Well, well, WELL. Someone's ego is about to be stroked harder than his cock for once

He’ll absolutely be moaning and grunting more often when you guys have sex

Jokingly asks if you want to put some music on before you start fucking though he probably cringes listening to his own music during sex

Definitely ruins the mood for him when he hears someone that collabed with him on one of his songs or if any of his lyrics mention things that he doesn't want to think about when horny

Whenever he asks what you're listening to and hears one of his songs, he can't help but inwardly smile or smirk with pride. "Good choice." He nods, keeping his face unreadable.

If he catches you listening to FACK he just starts dying with laughter and dying on the inside simultaneously

No but seriously, he's super fucking flattered knowing how much his music or just his voice turns you on

Whispers in your ear during sex, either praising, teasing, or telling you what to do

He'll be observing which tone provokes the biggest reaction out of you so he can remember it for future reference

(People working with him in the studio are gonna be wondering why he's so close to the mic while recording recently)

Might record something just for your ears to listen to when you guys are apart ;)

Sex Positions

Missionary:

Ah, the OG.

Ranging from being the most vanilla to literally breaking the bed and making the house shake. Most people’s go-to position and Marshall is no different.

He’s got full access to your face, neck, and breasts while he pounds you into the mattress, absolutely loves it and it’s no surprise.

Is eye contact a kink? He’ll be wanting to look you in the eyes no matter the pace you’re going. Additionally may often include forehead touching and/or nose nuzzling. Incredibly hot and intimate.

If he’s feeling extra curious or dominant, he might even push your legs back and over his shoulders to reach even deeper into you. (In other words, putting you in a mating press.) You ain’t walking for a few days after this. Catch his freaky ass all smug n shit.

Slow and intimate in this position is SO fulfilling. It’s like baring your souls to one another.

Going fast and rough is just straight up a joyride and a half. It feels carnal in the best way possible.

Overall you can’t fuck this up really. It’s missionary for crying out loud.

Doggystyle:

*clears throat* Ahem. BARK BARK WOOF WOOF

If you haven’t seen my fic Heat yet, it’s basically me writing smut for the first time in this position but taken to the next level. Should hint at a lot on what imma bout to say tbh

YES. HELL YES. PLEASE LET HIM RAM INTO YOU FROM BEHIND. HE’LL BE POUNDING INTO YOU SO FUCKING HARD

If you go face down on the bed, ass up? Holy shit

Expect bruises on your hips the next morning… also a very horny man ready to go again or to absolutely worship the fuck outta you for taking it so fucking amazingly

He'll be running a bath for you, being extra doting and attentive, the whole nine yards while also feeing that masculine satisfaction™ at the fact that he's able to get you to that state of bliss.

By far the most feral position. If he’s got a breeding kink I wish you luck on how many times you’re gonna come and he’s gonna come

If you’re also into taking it in the ass I respect you 👀 kinky motherfucker would love to explore some new ways to fuck

Pronebone is also basically the same as mentioned above, but it’s got that intimate feel, you get me? He’s closer to you whilst also able to attack your neck and shoulders, maybe even have a hot make out session with you while he continues to pound your pussy or ass raw.

As long as you love taking it from behind he’ll be on his knees for you. And on top of you.

Cowgirl/Reverse Cowgirl, You On Top:

Ride him. That’s all I gotta say.

He wants you to ride him. Fuck him silly. He’ll lose it.

It’s a perfect demonstration of him still being the dom. You may be on top, but he’s the one in control.

Might tease you by making you work hard for a reaction outta him. He’ll be pretending to be unimpressed or smug while you bounce in his lap but in reality he’s trying so hard not to break

Either that, or he won’t be holding back on how good you make him feel. Mouth open, quietly moaning, grabbing your ass or your hips.

If he can't take it anymore, he pulls you down to him and holds you tight while he starts bucking his hips, pounding up into you like a piston

Even once you both come he starts back up again before you've even calmed down

Oral (Giving and Receiving)/69:

I mean… are we really gonna question it? Yeah you better give this guy some head he is a slut for it

Give him a blowjob and he’ll be the happiest man alive

You watching his expressions as you’re sucking him off

Might take some practice to take all of him into your mouth cause this man is BIG

Even when he’s got loose sweatpants on you can still see his bulge AND IT’S NOT WHEN HE’S HARD AND HORNY. MARSHALL’S PACKING.

I wish you luck in trying to deepthroat this man

When it comes to oral, he definitely prefers receiving rather than giving

But don’t you DARE underestimate this man’s tongue cause holy fucking hell he’s feasting on your pussy

PLEASE let him suck on your clit while he’s eating you out. That man’s mouth is amazing in many ways for a reason

Imagine having to go out after and if anyone asks him if he wants anything to eat he just replies: “Nah I’m good. I had something earlier.” And then GIVING YOU THE SIDE EYE LOOK-

BEARD. BURN.

Let this man bury his face in between your thighs and imagine the friction of his beard brushing against your skin. If that doesn’t make you cum then him lapping you up will guaranteed

69 turns into a competition to see who can get the other to cum first, or a comforting session of tasting each other

Standing:

Y'all know he can do it pinning you against a wall. Thanks 8 Mile

As hot as it is, take care as not to have your head or back bang against it

Great for quickies but probably not for a long time; You gotta give his back a break lmao

Hugging your waist from behind tho :eyes:

Add a mirror on both opposite ends of the wall and you can watch him thrust into you

He's holding you real tight and close, making sure to hold you up so your legs won't buckle

Spooning:

Feelin real cozy

It can be lazy morning sex; Intimate and gentle as he places kisses behind your ear and buries his face into your neck while he does long, deep strokes in and out of your walls

Or it can be rough: Holding your thigh up while his hips violently thrust into you, only stilling when he comes after you

Another way is his cock slipping between your thighs and humping you eagerly, or his cock rutting against your ass

Push your hips back in time with his thrusts for deeper penetration or the sound of your skin slapping against each other

His hands clutching your hips or grabbing your breasts as he moans in your ear, feeling his cock twitching with his release

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ALRIGHT TIME TO STOP HERE I’VE BEEN KEEPING THIS IN MY DRAFTS FOR MONTHS Anyways hope y’all enjoyed this and then some <3 I might come back to this and and more so who knows? If you enjoyed let me know your feedback and if you have any suggestions!

[nouvxllev]

closed-door policy || p2

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader

Summary: You were more than friends but less than lovers. Where does that put the both of you in the spectrum? You were friends-with-benefits, sure, you guys are anyway, but a part of you wanted something real.

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: light smut

a/n: so sorry for very late update! i got caught up in work and school. its kicking my ass. but anyway, here it is.

part 3 || masterlist.

Love.

Oh, how Wednesday loved to hate it.

A meaning that only rang true to those who were foolish enough to commit to another's heart. To those who were foolish enough to cling to the elusive hope of happy endings, to those who were foolish enough to believe in the existence of soulmates, and to those who depend their happiness on someone's mercurial heart.

It was odd. How she hated love. She grew from a family destined to fall in love with their other half or they'd simply perish from a broken heart and their own woe, the people who showed their love to another in such unique ways others can't even fathom. However, she does have the characteristics.

Loyal? She'd forever be clung to a typewriter than a phone in the 21st century. Committed? She'd stop her heart if she ever needed to elaborate on it for her novel. Devoted? She spares at least an hour or two every day for her literature. Loving? Maybe not so. She'd rather drink a gallon of caramel drizzled with honey and sweet chocolate out of someone's eyesockets before having a committed relationship with someone.

Wednesday closed off everyone from her life, built walls hard to tear down even if she met another version of herself, and kept everything locked in a safe where no one knew the code. Her heart will forever be closed, and her soul will forever be overgrown with thorns with curses and cries from those desperate enough to fall for her.

But then you came along.

Ever since then, she hated love even more.

But most importantly, she hated you.

The way you entered her life in more ways than one, the way you smiled everytime you looked at her knowing you'd just receive a glare back, the way you were considered as that one girl who always got into trouble because you just couldn't accept losing, the way you run your hands through your hair, the way it just falls back gracefully down to your shoulders, the way your nose scrunches up when you find something funny, the way your eyes shimmer in the sun, the way your face looks in the moonlight, the way you laugh, the way everytime Wednesday looks at you she's reminded that she has a beating fucking heart that she knew she closed off.

Wednesday hated all of it.

She often pitied those who willingly fell in love with her more than those who pleaded for mercy.

She often pitied those who fell in love in general.

So, why did she feel pity for herself when she met you?

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"We're friends."

No, you couldn't say that. You'd be lying to yourself.

Friends don't look into their friend's eyes as if they created a whole galaxy for them in their hands. Friends don't kiss each other behind closed doors, friends don't have this weird feeling to outright propose to them, and friends definitely don't dream of absolutely ravaging the fuck out of another.

But lovers don't wake up the morning after pretending that nothing happened either.

So, what were you to Wednesday?

You were more than friends but less than lovers. Where does that put the both of you in the spectrum? You were friends-with-benefits, sure, you guys are anyway, but a part of you wanted something real.

A tired sigh escaped your lips. The cold breeze and the familiar setting of being awake at 5:00 finally hits you. You didn't even notice you were sitting up, the creak of the bed echoing in the silent room alongside your breath. The headboard pressed against your back and that stupid pain in your chest that never seemed to go away no matter how much you yelled at your body to just stop. Or maybe that wasn't much of a treatment.

As you looked towards your left, you found yourself sighing yet again, but out of relief. Wednesday.

A calming sight, you'd think. You always found it endearing when you first saw Wednesday sleep with her arms crossed around her chest as if she's inside a coffin. Okay, maybe at first, you were creeped out and you were debating if you should wake her up. But now, it felt like even if you took a hundred photos of her, it still wouldn't be enough to capture her at peace.

After a few minutes, you found yourself in the bathroom. The sound of water running filled the closed room as you splashed your face, trying to wake yourself up.

Leaning against the sink, the cold material seeping against your skin, you stared at your reflection. Your hands going up to cup your face, your fingers tracing the marks and the scars you carried.

You were always known for being that one girl who got into trouble, it didn't matter whether it may be from your actions or the actions that were caused by others, who thought it'd be funny to put the blame on you and the explanation would be your reputation. But it didn't matter, you think, atleast you were known for something.

You loved Wednesday. But you truly couldn't.

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The room felt smaller. Smaller than it ever did.

"I just can't fucking deal with your bullshit anymore." They spat out, you yourself standing across from them with eyes that cried for nights. "It's like you expect me to bear it with you, why can't you just stop putting me in your own damn mistakes!?"

Your eyes mirrored hurt, but your body reflected with anger, replacing it as a shield for the shouts that were shooting to kill. "I'm—I'm not expecting you to bear anything," you stuttered, "I just need you to understand, to be there for me I—"

They let out a bitter laugh, "Understand what, y/n? Who would want to be burdened by your constant need to be loved?" They got closer to you, backing you into a wall, "You're unlovable, y/n. I can't keep fucking pretending that I can fix you or some shit. Why can't you get the simplest things through your head?"

"I thought we loved eachother."

"We didn't!" They shouted, "we never loved eachother, I never loved you, no one fucking did."

"But I loved you."

They stepped back to you, going over to their own place to pack up. "But I didn't alright? I never did, and I never will."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, just please don't leave me—" You reached out, desperation in your touch before they pushed you away.

"I can't give you what you deserve, y/n. You don't even deserve half of it."

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Each time your gaze hovered over a mirror, the memory played over and over again, to the point you couldn't even tell what was real in that scene or not. You warped it into something you fear, into something you'd use as an excuse if you ever found yourself getting attached to another.

It came back to haunt you, it always did, but now, it didn't fear you as much as it did.

Maybe you were numb to it at this point, you'd think, but a part of you wanted to think that it was because of Wednesday. That she was the one, the one that would never be a relapse of the memory. The one that would erase it.

You let out a sigh—probably the 100th one all week—with the immense tiredness you were having overthinking. But it was fine, you'd say to yourself, you loved her.

"Y/n."

"Y/n!"

You didn't realize you were daydreaming a daydream until someone shouted your name across the sea of people, your body slumped over a wall holding whatever your friends poured you into a plastic cup, the bass-boosted music meeting your ears.

"Y/n! You okay?" You looked up, almost wanting it to be Wednesday calling out for you, but why would Wednesday be at a party in the first place? You'd have better luck escaping this party unscathed.

Your mind snapped back, took a while, and you managed a weak smile. "Yeah—" you hic, "Yeah, I'm fine." You wiped your mouth with the side of your hand, squinting your eyes to figure out who was talking to you with a fucked up brain.

She offered you a smile—actually, you didn't know at this point. You were too zoned out. "So sorry, who are you again?" you slurred, your free hand roaming around your pockets to make sure your phone was still intact.

The girl laughed, a sound that your thoughts didn't pick up at something familiar. Or Wednesday. "I'm Kary. I'm in your class; biology." She offered you a handshake, which she voluntarily lowered when you offered to toast instead.

The two of you were never close, not even spending two years together couldn't be enough for a friendship to start. You always seemed to notice that Kary was quiet in class, never really speaking to anybody. Even the teachers don't pick her even if she sits in front of the board; you on the other hand was always called to recite, leading you to believe you were the opposite of a teacher's pet.

Ever since transferring to Nevermore, you were always the number one attendee at parties, even if you admitted they were not your style. You always told her how they're "filled with hormones", "a competition to see who gets knocked out passed out on the cold floor first," or just "simply for teenagers to drink their troubles away."

Despite your critiques on the matter, you were always there.

The night went on, and your mind was starting to feel hazy. More cloudy than it should be with the alcohol you're drinking. Kary's touched lingered longer on your arm, her body getting closer to yours, and she looks at you with half-lidded eyes.

She leaned in close to you, her lips almost going to yours if you hadn't slightly backed away. "Where's Wednesday? I thought she'd be here after that whole thing happened."

The mention of Wednesday definitely caught you off guard, your heart skipping a beat while the empty drink in your hands kept fumbling in your grip as you stuttered over your words. "Wednesday—She's… She isn't really that fond of parties. You know the gist." You laughed, awkwardly, your hands trying to push her away from undoing your belt.

"Kary, I don't—" was all you could say before you were interrupted, "Don't what, Y/n? It's a party, enjoy it a little—"

"Kary, please, I said I don't—"

"I must say, y/n would rather be entertained by pigsty doing acrobatics to save their souls." A sharp voice cutting through the haze you were so desperately pleading your body to get rid of it.

Kary's hands withdrew from your belt almost immediately, her eyes widening in surprise. You turned to see Wednesday there, arms crossed as her gaze pierced through yours. But more on Karys. The party lights illuminating her presence.

"Wednesday! Why—Why are you here?"

"You've left me a string of incoherent messages that I would not like to decipher if not for Thing becoming a translator." She reached into her pocket, pulling out her phone that had a dozen of text messages—most if not all of it from your contact—flooding her homescreen begging for her to come to the party.

"I assume you needed my company."

"I didn't expect you'd, you know, come." You fumbled, your hand almost crushing the cup that was offered to you.

Before you could even respond, Kary interjected, "We were just having some fun, Addams." She spoke, for you. "Y/n was getting plenty of company."

"I assure you, having at least a dozen men falling under your belt should be much company for you. Not if you keep it hidden, I suppose," Wednesday stated, her tone cool and composed, but her fists were clenched under her arms and her jaw was locked.

You didn't know Wednesday was even calling your name out for the last 40 seconds, the alcohol finally taking a toll on your body as you just looked at the both of them.

Before anyone could say another word, Wednesday took your arm, her grip firm, tugging on you as if to call you back. "We're leaving. Now."

You stumbled alongside her, wondering where the hell did she even get all that strength to push you around. You shot a glance back at Kary, looking at you with crossed arms. You could almost feel sorry for the girl, you feel sorry for anyone who Wednesday decided to darken their footsteps. But you couldn't think of anything. Not when Wednesday had the most tight grip on your heart at the very moment.

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You barely had a moment to catch your breath before Wednesday pushed your back firmly against the door, her cold hands lingering on your chest, the click echoing through the room. Her eyes locked onto yours, dark and intense.

You couldn't hear a thing, every sound that entered your ear was distorted and meshed. "Did you even see the way she looked at you?" Wednesday's voice was low, a hint of possessiveness in her tone, her hands going to your throat.

Your breath hitched, your mind wandering through places as your hands sought freedom in her hips, your fingers gently sliding into her waistband. "I never pegged you to be the jealous type, Wednesday." You teased. A smile appeared across your lips, your eyes taunting Wednesday's serious ones, blinking. A falter in her gaze, you noticed.

Wednesday's grip on your throat tightened just enough to send a shiver down your spine, your mouth opening to let air out as she let her hands roam up to your face, her thumb grazing your lips. "Because I never am," she whispered, you whimpered.

Your smile turned into a foolish smirk, slightly laughing, "Then is there another reason why you're tearing my shirt apart?" you asked, your gaze drifting down to where Wednesday's free hand was frantically unbuttoning the blouse you had.

Her eyes followed yours, a faint red tint painting her cheeks as she huffed a puff of air, stopping her actions. "...That would never change my desire to slit her throat in half."

"Oh, aren't you a romantic?"

"Some would call it demented, I'd say effective."

She grabbed you by your collar, feeling your lifeless body obediently following her every move, staggering as you do so.

Soon enough, Wednesday let go of your collar and pressed you against the bed, your body fell and she followed suit. You feel dizzy, zoned out even, your hands going up to cup her face as she looms over you.

"You know, romantic or demented, it doesn't matter," you breathed, your voice rasped as you brought her face closer to yours as you allowed her fingers to unbutton your blouse, "it still won't help the fact I want you to fuck me."

Wednesday pulled back, a raise in her eyebrows, you couldn't see it if not for her messy fringe and hot breath on yours.

Her fingers, now paused onto the last button of your clothing, she traced a tantalizing trail on the edges without continuing, waiting for something.

You almost rolled your eyes, if not for the pleasure building inside you.

"God—fuck, please, Wednesday." You whimpered, pleaded out of desperation, running out of patience.

"Wasn't hard, was it?" She pulled you into a kiss, her tongue slipping into your mouth. Fuck, how she was so addictive. Her fingers roam freely around your chest of your body, letting your blouse fall open, while your hands wander down her back, caressing her curves as she perfectly arches her body against yours.

Every touch brought you to ecstasy, every silent whimper Wednesday gave brought you to heaven, everything about Wednesday made you feel as if you weren't alive.

You break the kiss, letting your lips fall to her neck. You let out a moan as you feel her body shudder against you, your chest rising and falling against hers while your hand slid through her hair, your fingers wrapping against her messy strands.

"I never thought you were into this." You look up to her, smirking.

"And I never thought you'd be attracted to someone like her." She fumed as if her name was taboo.

You sit up, an eyebrow arched in amusement. "You're still onto that?"

"I'll take it to my grave."

"Jealousy fits you, baby." You teased, a smirk playing on your lips as you pulled up your thigh, tracing lines against her clothed clit.

"It's—It's horrid." she stammered, her breath hitching as she shut her eyes and shuddered at the endearment, her jaw clenched to prevent anything from coming out of her.

You couldn't retort back, a sly comment was about to escape your lips until Wednesday took both of your wrists and pinned them together, her body adjusting and going up to your chest.

"Behave."

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a/n: damn i realized i do not know how to write atleast a tiny bit of smut to save my life. also probably going in more about how Wednesday feels about their rs next chap!

[hells-wasabii]

Haii can i get general fluff of Valentino being soft with his wife s/o.

A/N: absolutely! i'm a sucker for domestic stuff! I kinda defaulted to a headcanon format, but i think you'll still enjoy it anon! if you'd like a drabble tho, don't hesitate to ask!

Part 1 | Part 2

Character: Valentino

Type: Headcanons (Val x wife! s/o, Fluff)

Valentino is a demon who's in tune with his emotions, too much so depending on who you ask. This of course translates into his marriage with you. He's definitely not afraid to let you know how deeply his affection for you runs.

You'd best believe this man has nicknames for you: some in English, some in Spanish, all with love. I can also guarantee you he's called you wifey, too. He most definitely considers himself to be the king of the porn industry, which makes you his queen. And you'd best believe he lets you know it too.

Being in a position of power like his, it requires him to be hardened with all those he associates with, employees and fellow overlords alike. So many souls looking to take advantage of any sign of weakness. The fact that he can go home to you and the afterlife that you've built together, to be able to just decompress and be soft with you means more to him than he'll likely admit. This in turn means that he'll also be pouty and put on a woe-is-me act, especially if you're busy when he gets home.

On especially bad days when he's on a rampage/tirade after letting his emotions get the better of him, don't be surprised to get a call from Vox or Velvette, or both. It's quite amazing how easily you're able to calm him down, so much so that I'd dare to say it actually frightens the other Vee's to a degree.

When it comes to cuddling he prefers to be big spoon, mostly due to his wings. You even touching his wings is something that would take years to build up to. Moths can't have their wings tampered with otherwise they might not be able to use them anymore. This takes a LOT of trust from Val. On extra special occasions when you cuddle he loves to wrap his arms around you and just hold you close, cocooning the both of you in his wings.

On the topic of physical affection, when he's with you there's a solid 83% chance that he's touching you in some form or fashion. A hand grazing you as he reaches past you, honestly even just hovering. He's very touchy-feely. It only got worse after you two tied the knot.

He also flaunts the fact that you're married. Not a whole lot of Sinner Demons can say that, can they? He doesn't think so at least, but then again he doesn't really care enough to check. He's so proud to have you and why wouldn't he be? He'll go out of his way to introduce you/talk about you to others. "Oh, by the way. have you met my WIFE? Fabulous, isn't she?" Vox and Velvette who take the brunt of the flauntings are just looking at him like: yes Val, this is the second time we've gone through this today.

[picturejasper20]

Jim Lake Jr is a character that we see going through multiple changes through the series Trollhunters. He starts as a teen who wants to have ¨some adventure¨ only to found out that he has been chosen to play a very important role in protecting both humans and trolls alike as the ¨Trollhunter¨.

While different aspects of him are explored and evolve through the show, one of his biggest inner conflicts would be his ¨atlas complex¨, what would be his feeling like he has to take the whole responsibility of the world on his own shoulders, that to an extent is understandable considering his role as protector.

Even before he became a Trollhunter near the age of sixteen, Jim acted more mature and responsible in contrast to other teens of his age. In his introduction scene from "Becoming" he is seen cooking breakfast for both him and his mother, Barbara, and cleaning everything before going to school with his friend Toby. In the first episodes it gets explored that this comes from how Jim’s father left Jim and Barbara when Jim was little and never came back. This forced Jim to grow up quicker than other kids from his age, taking on bigger responsibilities with Barbara usually being busy working at the hospital.

His father leaving clearly had an important impact on Jim growing up. While it isn’t explicitly stated, Jim very likely blames himself for his father leaving, probably thinking it was his own fault or he did something wrong. He has this mindset that he has to ¨take care¨ of his mom, even if makes himself be distracted or not pay attention enough to other aspects of his life as pointed out by Strickler in the first episode.

This tendency of feeling like he has to depend on his own and blaming himself for different things that happen drives a lot of the decisions he makes as Trollhunter. He often has the habit of believing that he has to take all the responsibility on his own, going on missions on his own in spite of how big the risk can be.

Through the show Jim goes through this constant struggle between doing things on his own vs allowing his friends to help him fight alongside him and supporting him with the problems he is dealing with. More than one time Jim finds himself in trouble for his risky behaviour of going alone and eventually realizing that he should have asked for help from his team first.

It isn’t that Jim does this because he considers his friends ¨weak¨ or his is too proud to let help him. This comes from his desire to protect them and wishing for them to not get hurt for something he would think that it is his own fault. He doesn’t want to feel like a burden to other people, which it tends to end up with pushing others away as result.

One of the biggest examples of this is at the end of Season 1 in "Something Rotten This Way Comes" when Jim sees that Aaarrgghh has been turned into stone (which is seen as death for trolls) by Angor Rot when trying to defend Toby. A few episodes before this happened Jim had accidentally contributed to getting Angor Rot’s soul destroyed and making Angor Rot completely lose control ("It's About Time"). Because of this, he blamed himself for what happened to Aaarrgghh and feared losing other people he cared about.

Before anyone could notice, Jim decided to activate the gates that opened a portal to the Darklands to rescue Claire’s brother and defeat Gunma on his own. After he went through, the portal got closed, meaning others couldn't follow him from the other side. Jim is able to find and save Claire’s brother in the first episode of Season 2 but he isn’t able to make it out when the bridge gets fully destroyed. ("Escape from the Darklands")

In this first half of Season 2 the consequences of Jim’s decision get explored as his friends try to find a way out to rescue him. They have to face multiple obstacles which involve going against the Troll Market leader and making a deal with the Janus order. Finally in Episode 5 "Homecoming" they are able to get Jim out of the Darklands along with Nomura, who became an ally for Jim during the time he was trapped in the dimension.

In the episode that follows "Hiss Hiss, Bang Bang" the team confronts Jim for his risky decision at the end of Season 1 after Angor Rot’s defeat. They express feeling angry at Jim’s actions and a bit of betrayal since they are supposed to be a team. In response Jim admits that what he did was a very impulsive decision and he did it because he blamed himself for what happened to Aaarrgghh.

In "Hero with a Thousand Faces" explores this further as different sides of Jim manifest as copies of Jim and cause trouble at Claire’s parents barbecue because of a magic stone that was inside the amulet. The side that represents how Jim views himself as a hero, ¨Trollhunter Jim¨, begins to absorb other copies of Jim, seeing them as weaknesses. ¨Trollhunter Jim¨ reveals that Jim is really hard on himself and part of him believes that he would be better off if he didn’t rely on his friends along with other things. By the end of the episode Jim begins to accept that it isn’t the case and accepting helps from others is okay.

For a while Jim seems to be doing better with his atlas complex, however he still struggles with certain things. At the start of Season 3 he hides to Blinky that he has been training with Strickler to find ways to defeat Gunmar since he knows Blinky wouldn’t approve of Strickler’s methods. He still tries to hide his trollhunters duties from Barbara because he wants to ¨protect her¨.

In "Parental Guidance" Barbara is able to recall the events of Season 1 before her memories got supressed. When she remembers what happened, she decides to call Claire’s and Toby’s parents and confront the teens for what they have been hiding from them. At first Jim finds it hard to tell his mom about his duties but he explains to Barbara and his friends’ parents eventually. Through the episode Barbara reminds Jim multiple times that is her role as parent to look after him and not the other way around and he can be honest with her. She is seen helping the teens with fighting against the goblins and giving a hand in other ways in later episodes.

When Jim goes through Merlin’s plan of turning himself into half-human half-troll to defeat Gunmar, he falls into a similar pattern like he did back in Season 1 ending in "Jimhunters". At first he is thrilled about his new abilities as half troll until he realizes that it brings a lot of changes to his life: He can’t stay under the sun nor he can’t eat the same things he used to as human. All these things make him feel very confused and ran away from home.

His friends and family look for him at school where Jim is wandering and thinking about how different his life is going to be from now on. Claire and Toby find Jim in the roof and trying telling him that he is still him even if his is part troll. Barbara and Strickler join some minutes after and Barbara asks Jim to come back with her. When Jim is still unsure of what to do, Blinky and Aaarrgghh show up and Blinky tells Jim how proud he is of him, calling him ¨son¨. This is what finally clicks with Jim, as he approaches and hugs Blinky, telling him that he is scared.

By the end of the episode Jim doesn’t push others away and sees that they are going to help him with these new changes, as they remind him that he is still him after his transformation. This would act as overall conclusion of Jim’s overall character arc in the series, realizing that asking for help and relying on others is a okay thing to do and he doesn’t have to carry all his problems on his own in contrast to how he believed at the start of the show.

[raisedbythetv89]

Listennnnn to be loved is to be seen

Buffy is SURROUNDED by people who project and project and project some more onto her without ever truly seeing her and just trying to force her to be whatever they want/need her to be often leaving her feeling used, abused, and lonely.

And so while yes on the surface the Buffy bot is icky as hell and obviously irl all of us would be rightfully horrified if that happened to us. This is fictional and with a still evil but trying to be good but with no human soul to help guide him on how to be good Spike - who has been rejected and is honoring that rejection and finding a solution to leave real Buffy alone by giving him a place to put all his feelings for Buffy somewhere that isn’t Buffy herself - programs her so well and therefore showing how well he sees and understands her!! NO ONE ELSE could have programmed that exact Buffy that was believable enough to fool her friends. So yes it’s twisted but this is a vampire falling in love with the slayer if you want completely healthy truly go elsewhere lololol but so the bot is used to show just how well Spike truly understands her and more importantly what he loves about her which given the partner she had right before this was Riley who VERY CLEARLY hated how strong she was and that she was the slayer…

spike is like SHE NEEDS A DEDICATED SLAYER FOLDER

HE PUT THE YEAR WILLOW CAME OUT IN HER BIO 😭😭😭😭 angel and riley truly could never in a million years pay close enough attention to the people in her life that Buffy cares about to add info like that

The choice of “make spike happy” instead of something like “pleasing spike” feels significant because it’s able to encompass a wider range of things including her care for her friends since that seems to be the active folder when she’s accessing information on them. Buffy caring about other people makes him happy even though he’s morally grey at best at this moment 😭 AND TWO KISSING PROGRAMS ARE THE VERY FIRST THINGS IN THAT FOLDER 😭😭😭 he doesn’t just “want to fuck her” like people try to claim he wants to love her 🥲 he wants her kisses like I’m gonna throw up from how disgustingly tender and heartbreaking that is

Buffy bot calls both her and Buffy very pretty and tells Giles he “should listen to the other Buffy because she’s very smart”. Spike made sure the Buffy bot was a Buffy that loved herself and valued her intelligence like I cannot even begin to tell you how NONE of this is your run of the mill making just a sex bot of your crush because not being able to have sex with them upsets you. He wants to love her because he knows she needs it as much as he wants to give it to her

We have this moment where Buffy bot has finally found Spike who she’s been looking for and worried about the whole time and seemingly only cares about him and no one else and she sees he’s SEVERELY injured yet when Giles calls for help Buffy bot responds at the same time as Buffy does and runs to his aide leaving Spike like she’s still just so BUFFY at her core even if the superficial aspects have been changed 😭

if we compare this moment to the one in something blue where xander calls out for help in the crypt in an IDENTICAL situation yet ACTUAL BUFFY just continues to make out with Spike when he’s not even injured at all 💀 like Spike didn’t even give Buffy bot the “extra love sick” component Buffy herself exhibits for him on multiple occasions 😭

and of course - WE END WITH THIS KISS AND THE WAY SHE’S FUCKING LOOKING AT HIM BRO 😩 she’s like holy shit he was for real when he said he loved me no one has ever done anything like this for me while simultaneously showing how COMPLETELY loyal and obsessed they are and how well they know and love all of me AND my sister like

‼️I CAN DEPEND ON HIM‼️

So close to death even Xander is feeling sympathy for him yet clocks IMMEDIATELY it’s her and she’s just like hi 🥹 yes it’s me, I really just did that. I see you and what you did for me. HAVE HOPE KEEP TRYING DONT GIVE UP.

If Buffy loves you she forgives you pretty easily and I personally think that’s what we’re seeing here with Spike like kissing him in the same ep she learns of the Buffy bot is low key CRAZY 😹 but truly people who have done less for her have done far worse!!! The bot kept dawn and tara from being taken instead and he proved he would protect both of them with his life and like she already loves him which is why she even went for the kiss she was like REALLY THE SITUATION CALLS FOR IT WHAT’S A GIRL TO DO 🤷🏼‍♀️

[angeliquexoxo]

"What are they like?" - General Resident Headcanons

PART 1

You read the title, it's just hc from my au on what I think the residents' are like in the mansion (⁠ ⁠/⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠)⁠/⁠♪⁠♪

All of these characters are not mine to claim and all belong to their respectful owners

Also this post may contain mature content (swearing, mentions of trauma, and other stuff)

The Slenderman

Unfortunately I did not write him as the loving father type. He's a powerful entity, an operator- he doesn't see humans or other monsters as sorry souls for him to help that's Splendor's stuff.

Once he sees a single being capable of doing whatever he wants, he will get that being, and make them a part of his mansion.

Very expectant of his minions, doesn't expect them to fail in any way. Though if they do end up failing, obviously they won't walk away with a punishment.

He doesn't step in when there are fights between the residents in the mansion.

The only time he does step in is when another entity is interfering with the minds of his minions or if he knows when a fight will leave permanent damage in the minds of the residents like emotional damage, mentions of very personal trauma, etc.

He doesn't show himself a lot in the mansion. The residents are aware of the Slenderman, he made himself known to them before dragging them to their new home. All of them are aware of how terrifying he is so they make sure to do their missions or anything to not make him upset he's really terrifying when angry.

He has an office in the mansion, it's located high up. It's on the second highest floor, the floor before the attic. the reason why his office is there is due to the harsh static frequency he gives off.

He's not at the mansion at all times. The only time he'll be at his office is when he wishes to have a meeting with his proxies/other residents. However, he is always watching.

Masky

Besides Kate, he's one of the first residents of the mansion Brian came shortly after he fell from the building in MH

Once the Operator took hold of his mind, pretty much Masky and Tim merged together and became a whole different person. He still has Tim's level-headed and cautious person but also gets stressed and anxious he has his pills and cigarettes to help him out

Tim can be blunt and brutal thanks to Masky. Because of this, Tim is a lot less sympathetic. He's also the Head Proxy- he's good at giving orders and telling most residents on what to do but not all residents like him.

Some think he's an okay leader, some think he's more of an asshole because he's the head proxy. Either way, the residents look at him when they want to know things about major missions.

Definitely not the nicest person at the mansion but it really depends. If he gets at least 6 hours of sleep then he'll be neutral but if he doesn't get any sleep at all then he'll either act like a tired dad who got a divorce or a short-tempered dick.

Most of the time he's stuck looking at paperwork and doing missions for the Boss, because of this he turns to smoking to cope. He'll only use his pills when he gets really anxious and stressed.

His friendship with Hoodie started off awkward but got close. When they met again at the mansion the two were really distant with one another. Both of them are aware they had a bond back in Marble Hornets but because they're now almost completely new people, they can't have the friendship they had before.

He's not the one breaking up fights in the mansion, he's either the one dealing with the aftermath or the one starting some of them. On times where he does start a fight, it usually starts with an argument. You know he's winning when the residents start to throw hands and he just blankly stares with tired eyes. When things start to get aggressive he leaves quickly because he knows he has better shit to do HAHAHHA

Hoodie

One of the more intimidating proxies. He has a big figure, I'm not just talking about height. He's one of the better fighters when it comes to getting physically aggressive. He's also the one constantly breaking up fights in the mansion.

Very quiet, doesn't talk too much to most of the residents unless it's about missions and such. He also hates loud disturbances, which is why he breaks up fights in the mansion.

In the same situation with Masky, Brian and Hoodie merged together and became one person. He's not as easy going as before, sure- if he's in the mood he'll be laid back but since he's a 2nd ranked proxy and is partnered with Masky, he has to be on guard at all times.

Not really into things or people that are high in energy. He prefers things to be lowkey.

He's way more brutal than Masky, if he's dealing with a target whose constantly kicking, screaming, and crying- he will not give two fucks about them. He will not hold back on disposing of them- does not care if it's a man or woman though he has his boundaries when it comes to kids.

He came in after Masky not too long ago, when the two met again in the mansion he was very conflicted. They're now in the same hellhole they were at before except they're both almost completely different people. They aren't as friendly as before- because the both of them are aware of what happened in Marble Hornets, they decided to be on neutral terms with one another. They'll still be friendly with one another but the friendship they have now compared to the one they had in Marble Hornets is definitely not the same.

Doesn't really socialize in the mansion, the only person he pretty much talks the most would be Masky, but he tries not to get reminiscent with him.

Like stated before, he's an intimidating member of the mansion. Him standing alone in some dark room or hallway is enough to get people running away from him.

Very physically fit in a way too, not as fast as some of the residents but he has crazy strength.

Kate the Chaser

Was there before the mansion was a thing. She used to live in abandoned buildings and empty sewer tunnels before the mansion came to be. Kate didn't even live in the mansion when the Slenderman told her to reside there, she was used to living alone- surviving. So the thought of her living in the soon to be resident filled mansion was weird for her.

She wasn't salty when she learned she wasn't the head proxy, like I said before- she was used to doing things by herself. Which is why she got the title of Lone Proxy and became the Slenderman's personal lapdog.

Kate is also not the nicest resident in the mansion. She doesn't socialize with the other members and prefers to go out in the forest or be in her room.

She doesn't get along well with the other residents either. She makes it known to the others that she's not here to make friends and shit. The only residents she's okay with are Jane and maybe the other Proxies.

She finds Masky and Hoodie alright, although she has her own ideals on how to lead a group, she keeps her mouth shut since they're doing an okay job. Not a big fan of Toby though.

Besides Jane, she sees the other women in the mansion annoying. Clockwork is too loud and has no filter to the things she says, while Nina is just a person she knows she won't get along with. As for the other men in the mansion- it's just a no for her.

The Slenderman is in her mind the most simply because he can easily infiltrate her mind the easiest.

I imagine her to be strict, like someone in the military? Is also very serious especially when it comes to work- not because she worships her Boss but because she knows that one wrong move and it's pretty much immediate death for her.

A very strong member of the mansion, consider her a veteran when it comes to doing the Slenderman's bidding.

Ticci Toby

As much as I miss the waffle loving "hey Masky" dude, I wanna keep things real. He kills people, has a bunch of trauma, and is an adult. He's not an innocent uwu child boi cringed so hard omg

He knows when to act dumb and is incredibly good at it if he's with a person that's not from the mansion. He doesn't like to be viewed as a weakling and instead uses it to his advantage to fool people.

Although he's a Proxy- a lone one at that, a lot of people tend to not take him seriously because of his tics. His tics are mostly tame but gets aggressive when he loses his cool.

Gets easily ticked off not pun intended by members like Jeff and Masky a lot. They tend to bully him because he's easy to push around and also because Toby loses his cool easily.

Is a very cautious person and pays attention to his surroundings a lot.

One of the more "optimistic" residents, he can be laid back and crack some jokes but when it comes to doing missions- like a flip of a switch, the boy is laser focused on the task on hand.

Very athletic, although he may seem weak and scrawny- he's a fast runner and can jump really high. Because of his CIPA, he is able to go through the day without feeling the pain of his injuries- although it doesn't mean he's constantly losing blood and passing out on the beds in the infirmary.

Still has some trauma from the car crash, he can be inside of an abandoned car but if he's in a car and it's making a lot of loud noises- it's a big no for him. Same goes to listening to a bunch of vehicles going fast on a road yk when they go nyooooom! He doesn't like that either. Don't get him started on truck horns.

His immune system is pretty bad, doesn't have a good sleeping schedule is also insomniac. Has a problem with keeping his food down, he always ends up throwing all of it up.

He's kinda good at manipulating people, will definitely say stuff about his trauma or something about his conditions. If he says the right sappy stuff to the right people then it's an easy win for him. Sorry Toby fans.

[thelilfae]

a loooong gt scenario cus I was thinkin bout it!

ok so the sick and nursing back to health trope is hands down my FAVORITEEEE I EAT IT UP EVERY TIMEEE 💗💗💗 I just neeeeed to talk about it

especially when it's a tiny with their crush!! the tiny already feeling woozy under normal circumstances by just being around their crush, heart beating, face flushed,, and then suddenly- you catch a cold; now adding the feeling of being weak and helpess around the person you admire [which sends you into a flurry of embarrassment] AND becoming a little delirous that it almost feels like a dream. falling ill so suddenly because your small size makes you more seceptable to tempature and airborne illness, such that you stumble as you cough and shiver, nearly toppling over, but they catch you right in time. now requiring care and physical nuturing immediately. and you are whisked away, scooped into their arms, their gigantic fingers wrapped around you. you can feel each enormous booming footstep in your soul, and you hear their heart beating loudly as they run faster to get you inside

they tuck you in a soft bed and speak to you softly, the softness still being a loud whisper that travels your while body which makes you tingle, so you pull up your blanket up to your eyes to quickly hide your embarrassment. they don't leave your bedside for long, always checking up on you, bringing you cold towels and warm soup; lifting your head to help you eat and lowering you back down so gently that you can feel the softness of their fingertip as it presses into your neck- your heartbeat now beating twice as fast from both the fever and there face being so close to yours, the stomach pain now twice as much as you get butterflies if they so much as graze there finger across your forehead to check your temperature.

then the drowsiness that comes after the initial symptoms, your exhausted from the fluttering feelings, weak limbs, and constant coughing that the flustered feeling is now turning into a lulling fever dream~ you feel safe now, you grab there finger unknowingly as you drift to sleep, and saying nonsensical things in your sleep and making little noises throughout the night, and maybe cough occasionally

and they are absolutely smitten. They almost can't contain themselves; struggling to keep quiet and let them rest and recover, worrying about every little sound or movement. just want to hold you close and never let you go. seeing you so helpess and dependent is somehow so cute- thinking how they always want to be there for you in times like this, to cherish you and nurture them for every second of every day and make evey bit of you feel loved, even when your whole body aches

and I uhh.. whoops I got carried away bgfdjvgnd can you tell its my favorite!? I will take every excuse to put my ocs in this scenario it's just toooo cuuute OH and this also works with a like major injury, like -the hurt trope- in general its my bread and butter 🥺

[mythalism]

Have you ever thought how would a meeting between Mythal and Lavellan go, if inquisitor was the protagonist instead of Rook? (a girl can dream)

I wonder if both of them having history with Solas will be a point of discord between two women, or on the opposite will foster an understanding.

oh boy anon.... have i......

if you had asked me a few years ago id actually tell you that my personal ideal lavellan storyline would have involved her taking on the fragment of mythal. and solas being horrified by it LOL

now, knowing the dynamic between solas and mythal, i dont think i still would have wanted this. it would be horrifyingly tragic. like true classic greek play makes you feel sick kind of tragic. and i do enjoy that but i think it would have actually ruined my life if they went there.

as for what i think it might look like, i think we already have an idea. we did see flemythal and the inquisitor react, and flemythal says she does the people proud. or that they kneel too easily LOL. shes mostly indifferent. morrigythal and the inquisitor also seem fairly close in veilguard, at least far closer than they were when we left them 10 years ago. "speaking from the heart, inquisitor?" was PERSONAL but playful and fond, imo. the way morrigan looks at lavellan when she talks about solas each time also makes me think they've talked about everything. i actually really enjoyed the tidbits of their friendship we saw. bonding over a shared ex boyfriend you will always be famous. even when the ex is shared by uhhhhhhhh ancient goddess fragment hanging out next to your soul.

as for how fragment mythal would have reacted... honestly i dont think she would have treated lavellan that differently from how she treats rook, aka as a mildly interesting bug that has crawled across her carpet that she is contemplating squishing or taking outside in a cup. depending on how it behaves.

we dont know the extent of her ability to "watch" the world but considering she knows about pretty much everything we can assume she is aware of solas and lavellan. and shes even in the same room as them at one point and does not say or do anything. i really dont think she gives a fuck LMAO. i think fragment mythal sees herself as truly god-like and thus she would probably not really clock lavellan as a threat. i also think she does not care about solas enough to be truly jealous. i also think there is a part of her who wants him to be happy because why free him if not? i think all of these things exist inside of her simultaneously and as a result she would prob just be a haughty bitch to lavellan like she is to everyone else. maybe with a few extra zingers thrown in about solas to taunt her and see if she rises to the bait. maybe she'd lay the "test your worth" on a bit thicker because she'd want to see the mettle of the mortal who got the dread wolf's heart.

as for how lavellan would treat mythal that would be sooooo varied based on everyones personal lavellan that i get why we didnt see it in game. mine would be pretty pissed off but she would have a healthy amount of the fear of god in her and probably not be openly antagonistic. but definitely snarky. there is also a place for mythalavellan toxic yuri in my soul but thats a conversation for another time. ultimately i think mythal is putting lavellan in a cup in a rare moment of solidarity and empathy and putting her outside. but not gently. she kind of throws the whole cup out the door y'know and goes "ew. good luck with ur ugly fucking boyfriend" and continues on with her life unbothered. to seek revenge and a horrible reckoning ofc

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

If NO ONE will talk about the connections between Encanto and The Outsiders, I will.

-the characters, okay, the character crossovers,

Ponyboy Curtis is Mirabel Madrigal (the quirkyyyy one who thinks differently/is differently main character energy)

Sodapop Curtis is Isabel Madrigal (the pretty one who often gets seen as only beautiful/perfect and shallow because of it, but really do have a kind soul and are willing to sacrifice so much for their family)

Darry Curtis is Luisa Madrigal!!!!!! (The strong one, heavily depended on for physical/emotional labor, always stressed and worried about taking care of the family)

Two bit Mathews is Camilo Madrigal (the comedic character that drops hints of a deeper person/meaning but no one ever talks about it, also secretly tired of having to keep up the jokes all the time and never being trusted with anything serious)

Johnny Cade is Antonio Madrigal (shyer more dependent character who is close to having a massive character change~ possibly coming of age)

Dallas Winston is Bruno Madrigal (I see the connection here not in personality but how people act about these types of characters- abandoned, taboo characters who get shoved away, deemed as wicked)

Steve Randle is Delores Madrigal (often ignored but actually carries a big part in the plot which is never discussed- this character has a lot connections and uses them, also worth noting that Delores kinda treats Mirabel like Steve treats Pony with the innocent seeming snarky remarks, if you don’t understand I am referring to “Oh, she didn’t get one” when talking about gifts which was absolutely unnecessary)

-not to mention the “big family” trope in both of them

-and they both have trio siblingsss

-both have similar tropes of “adults not understanding” and abuse in families

-not to mention the outsiders is a musical and so is encanto

-also like some of the Songs are sooooo coded for certain outsiders characters

-imma do a list of that tbh

“The Family Madrigal” ~Ponyboy Curtis coded, he would introduce the gang like this

“Waiting on a Miracle”~ I know is seems Ponyboy Curtis coded, but this is a motherfreaking Johnny Cade song at heart no one can tell me otherwise “Can’t keep down the unspoken invisible pain, always waiting in a miracle” like TELL me that isn’t Johnny Cade

“Surface Pressure” DARRRY CURTIS SONG RIGHT HERE I MADE A POST ABOUT THIS

“We don’t talk about Bruno” Dallas Winston, pretty straight forward

“What Else Can I Do?” Honestly even though Soda has a lot in common with Isabel I don’t think it’s his song- I think it’s Steve’s.

“Dos Oruguitas” SAME ENERGY AS STAY GOLD PONYBOYYYYT AHHHH I CANT~ Johnny Cade, Ponyboy Curtis coded ahhhh song

“All of you” Ponyboy in that one line of like “Hundreds of boys who maybe watched sunsets and looked at stars and ached for something better.” But really this song is whole gang coded in different moments

“Colombia, Mi Encanto” I get Two Bit Mathews energy from this song- celebratory, ​beautiful, happy

-honestly this is the Part One of a longggggggg series of rants

-also this isn’t a connection but Delores is evil go watch the MatPat film theory here’s the link

Comment anything or shoot an ask about any of YOUR connections!

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

@alittlebitofloveliness

@ac3ifix

[skaldish]

Do you think animism can sometimes get too close to anthropomorphizing other creatures

Not if you understand the word in the correct sense.

Most definitions of Animism you'll find online go something like this: "Animism is the belief that everything has a soul or vital essence to it."

This is often extrapolated to mean: "Animism is the belief that everything has human-like sentience."

But this is all based on how "animism" and "souls" are understood from a Christian point of view, and what Animism looks like from a Christian perspective is not going to give you much insight into how it functions.

A more accurate definition of Animism goes something like this:

Animism is any paradigm that acknowledges the interconnected nature of all things, and that all things were, are, and will continue to be defined in relation to each other. Everything both seen and unseen is part of the same ecosystem.

The "everything has a soul" bit is a rough interpretation of how Animistic paradigms don't view "the spiritual" and "the mundane" as separate things, but rather as phenomena occurring within the same ecosystem…including sub-ecosystems like individual living beings. Any lines drawn between "the spiritual" and "the mundane" are purely interpretive, because like anything in any ecosystem, removing one collapses the whole.

Whether or not this begets "everything having a soul" sort of just depends on how you want to draw those lines, and how you define the concept of "soul" or "vital essence."

Now, with that all said, let's talk about anthropomorphism.

(Note that I only speak about this within the context of Norse Heathen Animism, and that the following doesn't represent all Animistic paradigms.)

Anthropomorphism is a kind of personification, and personification in Norse Heathenry serves an allegorical function: It helps us portray what a spirit is like to a general audience.

Experiencing spirits is weird, at least for me, because the experience is built on a confluence of things: The spirit's astral appearance and how my mind interprets it, their material manifestation if they have one (it's usually commonplace, like an object or phenomenon), their apparent sentience, their accompanying vibes, information received via mental downloads, and any other "reading" I may get through various channels of perception. All these things work together to create the experience of the spirit. If that experience is human-like, then it makes sense to portray that spirit as human-like when describing them.

Personally, I don't see anthropomorphism as an issue on principle; it's a feature, not a flaw. It's only an issue when people don't understand what it's for, or misuse/misunderstand the function it serves. If you're trying to interpret it as literal rather than allegory, then the resulting confusion is going to make for a rough time.

[regularconvexheadcanons]

aLSO WHATS THE NECKLACE HEADCANON NOW IM OUTTA SCULK!SCAR BRAINROT Please the readers would love to know

The readers shall have what they desire… and a whole lot of other Vex lore copied from the post on my main account this came from.

Being bitten by Vex (capital V because it’s magical vex, and normal evoker-summoned vex don’t bite) kills players. The amount of magic is too much for any player to handle, they die, and their soul/whatever keeps them alive, is destroyed, as is the Vex.

Vex live in groups - called Havocs - and share a hive-mind between each havoc. If the Vex want a bitten player, instead of dying, to become a vexling, the rest of the Havoc sacrifices itself, replace the player’s soul with their own, and revives the player as a vexling. But, as the player’s soul is now that of the Vex, their code is changed to gain the features of a Vex, and the Vex’s conscience remains within them and can take over (possession).

The vexling is taken the vex lands, noted as being a Vexling by the Vex leader (the High Evoker) given a mask to speed up the process of being a Vexling (because it’s a lot worse if not) and a necklace that connects them to the Vex Lands. These necklaces contain the soul of a ‘dead’ Vex - a dying Vex can choose to force their soul into Vex magic they produce and keep it alive, though their physical form and consciousness is lost. As the High Evoker can summon living Vex, they can summon the necklace, and therefore the player wearing it, to the Vex lands.

However, sometimes multiple Vex within a Havoc choose players to become vexlings. In that case, the Vex are split between the two players, and aren’t strong enough to maintain the life of either players if they die in any way. The High Evoker has to keep the vexling alive by ‘completing’ the half-soul. This is done by splitting the jewel of a necklace - and therefore the soul of the Vex in it, in two, each half binding to the soul of each player. The necklace, if worn, will now keep the players respawning, even through deaths that would permanently kill a normal player. The split soul also soulbinds the two vexlings together, and means the necklace jewel glows more/less depending on how close the two are, and both halves match the state of the Vexling’s souls (for instance, turning black if one is possessed by sculk). It also means that both are possessed at once, and both teleport to the Vex lands at once.

Cub and Scar are Soulbound Vexlings.

When a Vexling dies permanently, the Vex soul within them can become a Vex again. Though the Vexling’s physical form is lost, the Vex still holds vague memories of the Vexling that they can’t quite remember, but still hold significance. They will, for instance, be drawn to worlds or people the Vexling loved, without quite knowing why.

[sheawritesstuff]

Wolfzilla

[I don't even know how to tag this,, but it's decently fluffy David being a groomzilla with a bit of anxiety comfort from Asher and Angel - 1089 words]

[Also I wrote this all on my phone so sorry if the format is off]

David Shaw was strong, confident, courageous. A leader through and through. He trusted not only himself, but his pack with every fiber of his being. 

But today, the day of his wedding, he was anxious - almost nauseous.

The photographer was asked to confirm their plans no less than five times. The caterers were grilled on exactly what food was going where and when. He insisted on supervising the placement of the decorations he chose personally. David tried his best to stay calm and polite, but his nerves were shot days ago and everyone was half-consciously walking on eggshells around him.

Right before the ceremony, the alpha ran around his dressing room, closely inspecting every groomsman from head to toe. Ties were quickly straightened, stray hairs were brushed into place, and every shoe was shined.

Even he'd admit it was a little much, but in the moment it felt like his whole nervous system depended on everything being perfect. He was damn near running on auto-pilot, barely even registering who's flowers he was pinning in place.

Until he got to Asher.

He stopped the other groom in his tracks as his face twisted with a mix of offense and disgust. He grabbed Ash's shoulders hard and gawked at the mess of fabric he donned.

“This,” David motioned at Asher's full body with his hand. “Makes you look like a hungover mess. Did you wake up in this or something?” The beta tried to mumble out an excuse but was quickly silenced. “No, no. I'll fix it just-” He sighed heavily. “Just stand still.”

David tugged on both ends of his best friend's bowtie, evening out the soft blue fabric. He gently adjusted the lacy blue collar against Asher's neck and tugged his suit jacket into place. David's hands made quick work of the little details, expertly gliding across Ash's torso and smoothing any wrinkles they met on their way. He carefully retucked his shirt and adjusted the waistband against his hips.

"C'mon Davey, it's fine! We gotta go," Ash laughed. "Wouldn't wanna miss our own wedding." David snapped his head up to glare directly into his friend's soul. 

"Fine is not fine today." He went back to subtly readjusting the beta's suit. "You are going to look perfect. If not for your sake, then for mine." Once the suit met his standards, he turned his attention to the multicolored curls atop Asher's head. He carefully ran his fingers through it and fluffed the hair up in some places while tamping it down in others. 

As David's hands reached the base of Ash's skull, his second in command stopped him. With two hands wrapped around his best friend's wrists, Asher directed David's eyes to meet his own.

"Hey, buddy." He pushed his head forward slightly to bump his forehead against David's. "You've gotta breathe for a second, ok? Just take a breath and calm down." The immediate reaction was another glare accompanied by a twitch of the alpha's eyebrow. "Come on," he continued, squeezing David's wrists lightly. "In." He dramatically inhaled and waited for the other to follow suit. "And out." They exhaled together, the tension filling the groom-to-be's body eased just enough to get him back in working order.

“Thanks, Ash,” David sighed. “I'll take a second and just…” His voice trailed off as he shut his eyes, still holding his best friend close. They took a few more slow, deep breaths together before finally pulling away and continuing where they left off. 

David continued putting everyone where they needed to be, lining them up and making sure they knew their cues. The tiny details were less important this time around, though. He needed to trust his pack, not just his plan.

As their entry time grew nearer, the little ball of anxiety reared its head again. He took his phone from his pocket and absent-mindedly dialed his mate's number. By the time he remembered he was minutes away from seeing them, they had already answered.

“Davey? Is everything ok?” Angel sounded nervous and a little winded on the other end. “Why are you calling? Did something happen?”

“No, nothing happened. Everything is ok,” He paused for a second to smile. “The nerves were just getting to me a bit and I wanted to hear your voice.”

Angel sighed, half with relief and half with annoyance. “Well then, hello,” They giggled. “How are things over on that side of the aisle?”

“They're… fine. As long as everyone makes their entrance at the right time we'll be good. Is everything ok over there?”

“It's been a little chaotic, but I think we worked it out. We'll make it through one way or another.” The sound of fabric shuffling was clearly audible along with unintelligible chatter in the background. “Alright, baby, I'm gonna have to let you go so I can finish up, ok? I love you.”

David smiled at his phone and relaxed his shoulders. “I love you, Angel. I'll see you in a bit.” He ended the call and breathed the vague nervousness out of his system. He flexed his hands a few times, checked his pockets, and gave everyone one last look over before he officially lined them up outside the door.

“You ready to become a married man, buddy?” Asher asked, draping his arm across his best friend's shoulders. David nodded.

“Are you?”

“Absolutely. If it was up to me, I would've been locked down months ago. But somebody needed to be a total control freak.” He squeezed David's shoulder, earning him a solid groan and an eye roll. “But this wedding is definitely better than whatever I could've whipped up on my own. So I think it balances out.”

“Control freak, huh? I'll remember that.” 

The song starting up pulled them from their riveting conversation and led them to their places at the end of the line. There was no backing out now. Once he stepped foot in that room, he wasn't leaving without his spouse by his side. In less than an hour, he'd be a husband. How surreal. His mind raced as he walked down the aisle to where he'd finally marry the love of his life.

The sight of his mate walking through the door was enough to make it all worth it. He'd go through the planning, the nerves, the late nights all over again just to see them all done up and glowing like that on the other end of the room. Even if it wasn't perfect, they made it all worth it.

[tenebrisdivina]

Godspousery: A Different type of Relationship

This begins my series of posts on Godspousery

Art: by art of yayu

After receiving permission from my deities; I have been guided to share some of my experience with spousery as it may be of help or interest to some, since there is a lot of confusion and misconceptions around what this path actually is and means.

To preface this: I am more traditional and old school meaning that godspousery to my eyes is only marriage to the divine. I have been married to both my spouses ( who are demonic divine dark lords) for 6 years (at point of this writing) and have worked closely with various divine beings and spirits for close to 16 years now.

I have noticed in more recent times that some people misconstrue the term godspouse to mean just about any and all types of relationships with the divine. In my experience this is not the case. It is not a term that covers all types of relationships ( ie familial, platonic, devotional etc). Nor should it be used as a catch all phrase as there is a distinct difference between these types of relationships. Genuine godspousery is not the same as a platonic or other relationship with the divine. Nor is it a stand in for any form of romantic or sexual relationship with the divine.  The term spouse is used for a reason ( ie married to the divine). I am also of the viewpoint that devotional polytheism and devotee ought to be used more often to refer to these other types of relationships instead of lumping it all together under one term.

Godspousery is a sacred path and practice. It is not something to be taken lightly nor for the human egoic wants and needs, since its really not about you or your ego. I have the experience of having a patron, having normal devotional and/or working relationships with gods, spirits and Demonic divine as well as being espoused. All of these types of relationships are different; though most often share an element of devotion and being a devotee and some are more heavily focused on this then others- such as patronage. While godspousery and patronage both have heavy elements of devotion to them, one of the key differences I have found is that my spouses are connected to me on a much deeper level, soul level- then just normal devotion. They know me ( the entirety of my being) in ways few others do. How we connect on this deep level is rather like puzzle pieces fitting together- but in a way in which each of use is whole in and of ourselves (still learning to be on my part; though it is encouraged)- however there is a sense of joining and completeness to this relationship. Of balance between us all so that we may build and prosper together. It feels like home. Of course there is love as well- but this more complex than what humans often consider love to be. Especially with such darker beings as I am bound with. The Demonic divines’ ( and deities’ ) understanding of what love is reaches far beyond what humans know it as. And often it may not look like anything humans are familiar with. There is also a lot of trust and learning to trust my spouses in this and on my personal path. There is a depth of presence and feeling of being held in a sense but  rather across all aspects of myself and in all realms, that comes with this perhaps particularly to my dynamic at least.

 On this- a side note; there is no room in godspousery especially at this depth of relationship, for co-dependence or toxic/problematic attachment styles  or relationship patterns etc. If one genuinely connects with a god/god-level being on this level and one still has these problematic traits; they are soon worked through so that a healthier type of relationship between the parties is formed and possible. One thing about this is that a genuine deity/ god-level being- will not tolerate, enable or conform to ones insecurities or problematic/toxic attachment styles and relationship patterns. They can help one to move and heal into a healthier place, but they will not interact with you in a way that enables these styles to continue- especially in a such a depth of relationship. While the deities and beings in question may be “understanding” of this is a way- they do not enable it.

One of the main differences I have found between Patronage and Spousery- is that while my Patron knows me well as well and knows my soul so to speak- it is a less intimate dynamic in a sense. He knows me well and guides me as a close mentor, cares about me specifically and guides my path, but there is more of an overarching kind of strategy to it. Not to say that my Spouses don’t also have this, but it is a bit more calculating and for me patronage, is more focused on guiding me rather than the intimate relationship that Spousery affords. My Husbands feel closer to my heart and more deeply “internally” connected- They nourish my soul and They are a place of rest. While my Patron can also nourish me it is not to the depth of how my Husbands do so. ((sometimes for some godspouses; a patron may be the Spouse, but this is the difference I have noted between Them in my situation.)

Godspousery is also different from parental relationship with deities. Parental relationships (which I experienced while being a devotee of Setekh and Kali ma) feel very- well parental. While I was deeply devoted to them, regular worship, bhakti etc, It was more casual in a way. I could connect about anything and they would offer advice or aid. Tbh it was impactful and healing but it was not this soul level depth that my Spouses have. While I called Setekh and Kali Ma my patrons and for a while they were- it is still a different relationship from my actual patronage with Lord Abaddon. In all cases I felt cared about by these divine beings and have been intimate with them. But with the more “parental deities” it wasn’t so personal, so deep reaching and was more similar to a “regular” devotee relationship with a deity. My spouses are also obviously a lot more intimate with me and also know me with a depth that the others “don’t”. All of these relationships have been and are very valuable and meaningful to my journey and path. But being espoused- my Partners also have more impact on me then anyone else.

All these types of relationships mentioned are again different from regular devotee and/or working with the other deities and demonic divine beings, and all are impactful in their own ways. Regular devotion and “working with” is often more “business-like.” Some beings I work with may be stricter on how They are to be approached and worked with, and some may over time become more like casual acquaintances and friendly. But there is still a distance to it- even if some of these practices involve sexual relations/exchange, it is more “professional.” These beings also know I am owned by and married to my Husbands, so there can be also a reservedness to the interactions. ( I use the term owned because I am- in a BDSM sense I am in a heavy M/s relationship with my Husbands, this is personal but also aids in my specific workings, priestessing and dynamic- obviously this is not the case for all godspouses etc).

[sickiehugs]

I loooove thinking about the dynamics between the characters in MHA, this show is a goldmine for sickfics. 

Once they move into the dorms, everyone is interacting with each other all the time. Colds would spread easily with how close class 1a is 

Characters that aren’t familiar with needing to be taken care of clashing with characters that would be all over their classmates with no hesitation if they found out they were sick

Characters that are less than naturally caring having to take care of a classmate bc no one else is around for whatever reason

Characters that would try to fight through it and inevitably make themselves feel worse

There are a lot of pairings in the show, and a lot of them have great dynamics for sickfics.

Some of my personal favorites include but are not limited to: 

Midoriya and Ururaka (they’re both sweethearts, they would be so so so gentle and caring with each other)

Midoriya and Bakugo (they’re both so terrible at communicating that they end up fighting the whole time, but it’s clear they both care about each other and want the sickie to feel better as soon as possible)

Tamaki and Togata/Hado (there is no way Tamaki hasn’t gotten sick from using his quirk too much, there is simply no way. Good thing he has two friends that would absolutely take care of him and help him feel better, no matter how embarrassed he may get)

Monoma and Shinso (No matter the situation, Monoma is dramatic and Shinso is deadpanned. If Shinso wants Monoma to shut up, he can just use his quirk on him, and if Monoma wants Shinso to stop resisting being taken care of and stay under the damn blanket, he can use his quirk and copy Shinso’s. There a lot of potential with the brainwashing quirk.)

And then of course there’s the wonderful world of illness affecting quirks!

Todoroki — If he had a fever, could he cool himself down with his right side? Would his left side make it worse?

Bakugo — If he had a fever and was sweating a lot, would he accidentally make explosions and have to be careful what he touched?

Tamaki — Bless this guy’s soul, if he caught a stomach bug he would be SO screwed

I could 100% write more but this is already super long and I’m getting embarrassed lmao

I hope you feel better soon!! <3

Oh these are all so good!! No need to feel embarrassed, I enjoyed it! I especially love thinking about how bugs could spread in the dorms, oh and how flu season would be...

A personal hc I have about Todoroki is that if he gets a fever, one of his sides activates, 50/50 on which one. He'll either be insanely hot and sweaty, or freezing cold. And it's more intense depending on how high the fever is, and his other side wouldn't be able to help with it.

So if it's a low fever, he'd either be sweating buckets, face bright red, just miserable and no amount of AC or ice packs can cool him down... Or, wracked with chills, constant shivering, under a pile of blankets in a little cocoon...

I haven't thought about high fevers with his hot side, but with his cold side he'd also leave a trail of ice whevever he went, frosty breath, just sooo cold... poor guy