#tew crack

[girlfox]

𝐜. 2016 — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 .

in   her   day   to   day   machinations   ,   one   would   pay   no   mind   to   the   humanesque   configuration   of   the   vulpes   one's   shadow;   perfectly   mortal   in   it's   inky   silhouette   .   though   ,   unbeknownst   to   the   masses   ,   this   is   carefully   manufactured   by   ahri   herself   ,   with   a   twinge   of   illusion   magic   at   her   finger   tips   ,   absent   -   mindedly   applied   to   the   structure   of   her   shadow   .   it   is   second   nature   to   do   so   ,   now;   'lest   she   draw   the   unnecessary   attention   of   those   around   her   .

for   when   she   dismantles   her   guard   and   releases   the   mirage   on   her   shadow   ,   it   distorts   and   takes   on   the   form   of   a   slinking   nine   tailed   fox   of   massive   proportions   ,   far   larger   than   her   small   figure   should   be   able   to   achieve   .   it   seems   to   gesture   on   it's   own   accord   ,   tails   flicking   and   swaying   when   she   herself   displays   no   such   movement;   fangs   baring   as   ahri   herself   restrains   her   expression   ,   as   if   it   were   a   reflection   of   her   inner   thoughts   ,   uncontrollable   .

to   reveal   her   shadow   would   be   a   dead   giveaway   to   ahri's   true   nature   ,   and   so   a   bit   of   subconscious   magic   envelops   her   at   all   times   to   keep   it   under   veil   .   after   all   ,   in   key   moments   where   she   otherwise   hides   her   identity   ,   ahri's   vicious   nature   could   be   her   trump   card   .

[exilebussy]

Coming back to the tag after my besties bachelorette weekend

[raspberrybesitos]

cream soda is the best olipop flavor everrrrr 😩

[dontbesoweirdkira]

I propose an idea! Romantic Yandere Mark Grayson with batsib mc….oh I can feel the chaos that these two worlds would bring😂

A/N: "BIYVjhKDjshuguj" was my inital reaction to this requests because this is tew good. If you've seen my Mark Grayson post then you know exactly how insane this mf is.

Warnings: Pure crack to be honest? Like this is not even a serious post. I was laughing the entire time. Don’t even know where I was going with this but…I had fun

Requests? always open!

Masterlist

Two black haired, attention whore yanderes with the same last name, walk into a room with their darling in it...who's winning?

I mean technically their meeting is not too far fetched. Mortal Kombat and DC had a crossover..and Invincible is also apart of Mortal Kombat which means- nvm, you didn't ask for that.

Here's the thing, everyone in the family dislikes Mark but yan! Mark and Dick HATE each other the most but because they are low key so similar. Mark is obviously way more extreme but i digress. He brings out the absolutely worse out of Dick.

Like Dick has picked up a Knife and contemplated murder.

Mark and Dick's interactions are hilarious though?? Like they both have the exact same fake smile and passive (heavy on the aggressive) behaviors.

"Ahhh, Mark, we're always pleased to host you since y'know your parents obviously need some sort of break from an irritant, such as yourself."

"Thanks, Dick! But regardless of how much of an irritant i am to them, least i still have two biological parents to care for me. Maybe it's because they're not patrons of the circus....?"

*backhands him*

Jason isn't subtle and has whipped out his guns, ready to blast that mf. He's been the closet to causing Mark to blow up the mansion. It was a whole thing and you dumped Mark over it but of course he gaslighted you.

I think the family doesn't like the fact you're dating someone who can easily take advantage of you. (ironic) Mark is clearly dangerous, he's half viltrumite and they may not know everything his people are capable of but they know he can cause a lot of havoc. Mark is not only a threat to you but to them as well. He puts them in a state of constant high alert. They're always staring him down, searching for any signs of danger. I'm sure Batman has a fail safe plan all ready to go. They are eager for the moment they can take this mf down. Do you think they have the supers on speed dial just in case? Ugh even uncle Clark is disapproving of this too.

Your sisters try endlessly to have heart to hearts with you because WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING????? MARK?! They'd rather you date poke-a-dot man or something because why????

Mark isn't a dumbass, he knows they hate him. He also knows just how scared they are of him and it gives him some sort of sick pleasure knowing he could truly have you all to himself if he really wanted to. But there's really no point in that yet, you're wrapped around his fingers. He totally has thought about going back to his planet with you and keeping your pretty self locked up where your family won't ever find you. That'd really stick it to em'

The cocky, manipulation is just oozing off him every time he's around. The way he shoots threatening looks towards your siblings when they try to get your attention or "playfully" insulting them. There's never a moment where his head isn't held high, looking down at your siblings as if they were beneath him...He runs this place when he's over. Which is all the time because Bruce is like okay, if you won't leave him, you have to be supervised.

Can you imagine combined family dinners with Mark's family and yours??? First, there is definitely a fight of who is sitting next to who. I'll say your brothers win this and are sitting on either side while Mark is fuming as he's across from you. The tension is so freaking high. It's rather silent around the table but everyone is looking at each other either like "I'm ready to kill him when you are" or "i'm going to kill you, mark...". I headcanon that even Bruce has beef with Nolan. They clash rather constantly on their differences of how to handle villains. Nolan is a stone cold killer to Bruce, who is rather set in his ways. It's no wonder Mark is his son. You aren't going to be with this kid for long. "So, Bruce? How's things on your side of town? Still letting your boyfriend out of jail so you can keep playing tag?" "The Joker isn't my boyfriend, i'm just not into murder, unlike some "heros" are. I like to set an example for my kids." "Ah, is that why Jason threatened to kill my son at gun point last month?"

You and Debbie are the only ones who like are trying to be civil and are sort of ignorant to everything going on.

"Um, so i made brownies with Mark's mother for everyone! Anyone want a piece?"

"Of course, love. You know your brownies are my favorite, i've been waiting all day."

Your siblings act like savages and eat the entire pan, stuffing it in their mouths so Mark cannot get any. Bruce doesn't do anything to correct his children out of spite.

Bruce is also debating on just handling them right here. He could have Kal-el over in matters of minutes and this could all be over with.

(Okay but Mark and Damien beating each other’s asses???? Damien cannot bite his tongue and Mark is trying to be nice because he’s a kid but he then Damien call him a "little bitch boy" and it pushes him over the edge. Mark just jumps over the table lollllll???? Sad thing is, Damien gets in tons of cuts with the butterknife he was just using for his sweetroll heheh))) "I though you were invincible...guess i was right in calling you a little bi-" "OH YOU'RE DYING TONIGHT"

[wonsdoll]

𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸 LiES ── SJY

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심재윤 ／⠀ female reader ── suggestive fluff + non idol au ｡｡ hickey receiving secret relationship && strict parents (tew relatable) . . . 📂 𝑀𝑂𝑅𝐸 ִ 𓈃 ׂ

you were tucked under your blankets, ready to call it a night. your phone buzzed, it was no other than your boyfriend, jake. the same boyfriend you weren’t allowed to have, due to your parent’s rules.

although you were of age, your parents will still strict about dating. who knows what would happen if they found out you’ve been seeing jake for two months now, not to mention sneaking out almost every night to spend time with him.

“come on baby, it’ll be fun and i’ll be there in 10”

jake made sneaking out more of an adventure, making you do things you could’ve never saw yourself doing, one of them was sneaking out your window just to hangout for an hour or two.

tonight was no different, your parents had just gotten back from a night out, making them easily knock out the minute they get under the covers, giving you the perfect opportunity to slip out for an hour. although this wasn’t your first time sneaking out, it always gave you either a rush of adrenaline, or a nervous rush.

you watched as jake’s text disappeared from your screen, slipping out from your covers to your closet, looking for an outfit. you slip on your shoes quietly, cracking your window open slightly to test the waters.

you carefully place one foot out the window, touching the grass beneath. once acknowledging the ground, you place your next foot outside, slipping through your window. you walked down a few houses, finding jake sitting in his car, parked up waiting for you.

“knew you wouldn’t let me down, pretty.” jake smiled, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

“you’re gonna get me in so much trouble.” you laugh, a smile tugging on your lips due to excitement.

jake chuckles, lacing his fingers with yours. “trouble makes it a little more worth it, don’t you think?”

his hand stayed with youds majority of the drive, his thumb gently rubbing over your skin. the night felt peaceful as you watched the streetlights pass by. when jake was with you, everything seemed right. he knew how to make you feel safe, even when you’re sneaking around in the middle of the night.

jake drove to your usual spot—a quiet secluded area, far from he city. it was youd little getaway, somewhere where nobody could find you. the stars shined bright and the cool breeze felt amazing on your skin.

jake turns to you, smiling. “come here..” he muttered, pulling you into his arms.

the kisses started slow, tender, almost as if he was savoring every moment. you always felt cherished in jake’s arms, like you were the only thing that mattered in this world. his hands cupped your face gently as he kissed you, and soon enough, his lips were trailing down your neck, leaving soft kisses that sent shivers down your spine.

after a few more kisses and giggles, jake drove you back home. the streets were quiet, and you hated the idea of sneaking back in, the warmth of jake’s hand made you wish you had more time.

as he parked down the street from your house, he shot you a grin. “you’re getting good at sneaking out you know..”

you rolled your eyes, but couldn’t resist to smile. “i’ve had my fair share of practicing.”

jake laughs softly, leaning over to kiss you. “maybe next time, we won’t have to sneak around just to see each other.

“maybe.” you teased, squeezing his hand one last time before slipping out of the car. “goodnight jake..”

“goodnight pretty.”

your heart raced as you slipped back into your bedroom window, afraid of getting caught or even making too much noise that’ll startle your parents. the house was silent, and it’d seem as if you pulled off another light night escape.

relief washed over you—until you were about to slip your shirt over your head, that’s when you saw it. a large mark resting on your neck, in the exact spot jake has been kissing all night.

“oh my god..” you whispered, your eyes widening as you leaned in closer to inspect the damage done to your skin.

the hickey jake left wasn’t suble at all. in fact, it stood out against your skin—a deep reddish purple mark, right at the base of your neck. panic bubbled up in your chest as you realized there was no way you could hide this, not without any serious effort.

you scrambled quietly to the bathroom, frantically trying to hide it with your hair, you sighed in frustration. “i thought it wasn’t that bad…” you muttered to yourself, examining the hickey as if it was a form of betrayal.

you creeped back to your bedroom, closing the door behind you. you got your phone, scrolling anxiously through your contacts to find jake.

you: you said it wasn’t noticeable {image}

jake: i may have underestimated my skills :) looks pretty on you though.

jake: don’t worry, just tell your parents you accidentally burnt your neck with your curling iron.

you: can you pick up a concealer for me tomorrow? drop it by my window early in the morning.

jake: of course i can, send me the name and shade.

you: {screenshot of concealer name and shade} you’re lucky i really like you.

jake: i’m always lucky when it comes to you. your concealer will be by your window first thing in the morning. don’t stress it okay?

💌 : hiding a hickey from your parents is no joke T_T && yea i am talking from experience. although it wasn’t so bad in my case, wish i had bf jake who’d buy me concealer.

[loveinhawkins]

It’s only once everything is okay that Dustin starts thinking there’s something deeply wrong with him.

They’re out of the danger zone, where hospital visits have almost become normal hangouts rather than something to sit through on tenterhooks. Eddie’s getting the all clear to go home soon, and Dustin feels like he’s finally, finally able to take a deep breath, and blow it all the way out.

Steve must feel it, too, because he starts drifting off halfway through one of their last visits, while Dustin’s telling Eddie how Tews got up on the roof last night.

Dustin’s not offended by Steve falling asleep—for one, Steve already heard the story on the ride to the hospital and, more importantly, Dustin’s pretty positive that he’s barely been sleeping, only just enough so he can safely drive his car.

Dustin pats his knee fondly as he gets up.

Even though he’s steadily swaying towards the end of the couch, Steve tries to rouse himself.

“Mm, Dustin, jus’… jus’ need ten minutes, then… give y’ride home…”

“It’s okay,” Dustin says. He gently pushes Steve’s shoulder, snorts when Steve’s head tips right onto the arm of the couch. “I’m gonna go call my mom.”

He knows Steve really must be exhausted when he doesn’t attempt an argument to counter that, just sighs with a murmured, “Hmm? If tha’s… ‘kay.”

From the bed, Eddie looks on with a smile. “Thanks, Henderson,” he says softly. “Wayne’s gonna come later, he can… give him a ride home.”

He yawns through his words, like just looking at Steve is making him sleepy, too.

They’ve been like that a lot recently, Dustin thinks, like their breathing falls into sync without them even trying.

He slips out of the room quietly. There’s something between Steve and Eddie, he can feel it—and although he can’t quite put a name to it yet, he knows it’s something delicate, like spun glass. He’s not going to be the one to disturb it.

When his mom comes to pick him up, it happens.

“Put your coat on, hon, it’s freezing out.”

Dustin rolls his eyes—it’s hardly that cold—but as he steps outside, the air hits his bare skin and—

He’s in The Upside Down, and the cold is in his throat, in his lungs, he can’t stop shaking with it, and Eddie, he’s—he’s not breathing—

“Dustin? The car’s parked this way, baby.”

Dustin breathes in, short and sharp. For a moment, he can still see it all: the lightning, the blue tint, the particles hanging in the air, and then, like blinking away a camera flash, it’s gone.

His mom frowns, steps closer. “Dusty? Oh, you look pale. Hope you’re not coming down with something. Early night tonight, okay?”

“Yeah,” Dustin says. Blinks. “I’m fine. Just tired.”

-

He tells himself it’s a one-off.

Then it happens again—inside the hospital this time.

Steve opens a window in Eddie’s room before heading to the vending machine—just a crack. Barely anything.

But the cold is so intense that it takes Dustin’s breath away.

He hears the bats. Feels the pain in his foot, burning white-hot as he runs, he has to run. Eddie. Screaming. He has to get to him now or he’ll—he’ll—

Dustin shuts the window with such force that the pane rattles.

Eddie glances over from where he’s standing, right in front of the tiny mirror on the wall; he’s been wringing out his still damp hair with a clean T-shirt that Dustin highly suspects belongs to Steve, unless Eddie’s suddenly taken to owning a Hawkins Phys. Ed uniform.

“Woah, that’s the window shut, I guess,” Eddie says lightly. “You cold?”

“A bit,” Dustin says, hopes it comes out normal.

It must do, because Eddie just shrugs and goes back to the mirror, fiddling with his curls, and Dustin would usually give him so much shit for that, but his chest is tight, and although logically, he knows he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, he can still feel the dampness of the ground, the dirt under his nails, Eddie’s blood…

“Did you just close that?” Steve says, jerking his head towards the window with a bemused look.

“I live to piss you off,” Dustin says.

Eddie laughs.

“Yeah, it’s your special talent,” Steve shoots back, monotone, but he’s grinning as he throws a candy bar at Dustin’s head.

3 Musketeers.

Dustin isn’t hungry, not even for nougat.

But he tears the wrapper anyway, takes a sizeable bite just for the sake of appearances.

Steve is catching Eddie’s eye in the mirror, and Eddie’s smiling, looking at Steve’s reflection; and although Dustin can hardly hear what they’re saying through the thud of his own heartbeat, their joy is obvious without words.

Because it’s over. It’s all over.

Dustin’s not gonna be the one to ruin this for them.

He won’t.

[whewchilly]

Carlos cracks me uppp man he is tew funny 🤣

[mya-jaa5]

my affection

part tew 

As you walk out the bathroom smelling good and freshly washed up, you take a good look around your surroundings, and realize you’ve never been here before… you’ve been to scaramouche house before, he told you his mother wanted to meet you and invited you to dinner with them… but last minute she called and said she couldn’t make it. you wondered if scaramouche cared she couldn’t make it, he didn’t seem phased but you still enjoyed dinner with him…

but this wasn’t his mother home… what is this place? as you walk down stairs in your socks, trying to quietly get down stairs, not wanting to alert him. 

his place was pretty beautiful, Scaramouche was rich, you knew it too. but this was almost like- bigger than a normal house…. and you don’t remember Scara telling you he had another place… maybe this is someone else’s? No then he wouldn’t have told you that you have to stay… 

you make it to the hall way and see there’s a cracked door shining light, so you go into a that room, and you found the dinner table, the two plates of food was already placed, he made lasagna with garlic bread and a mini spinach salad. it was a small square table, meaning you’d be super close to him… and currently you don’t want to be next to him.

you stare at the food and suddenly someone comes in startling you, you look up and see it’s a… butler? He was holding two wine cups filled a little above halfway… 

He looked surprised seeing you, but didn’t say anything. If anything he immediately turned his gaze down, he quickly set down the cups at their designated place, and left back to the kitchen you assume, you can also hear clinking in that room he disappeared to, you wanted to check what’s in there, slowly walking up to that door… But..

“How was your bath? I hope you feel relaxed after it, i definitely do” Scaramouche saids, stretching one of his arms. 

You stop walking towards the kitchen and turn around to face him looking irritated, you guys are kinda far from each other currently. 

“What is all this.”

You say straightforwardly.

He looks at the table, then the food, then back at you.

“It’s for you, it’s clearly a dinner? Did you forget i told you about this before i left the bathroom?”

You started getting annoyed.

“I know what you said, i meant is this to try and win me over? To get me to forgive you? It wont happen.”

Scara chuckles and walks up to you.

“You know you gotta calm down, think of this as a kind act… I did this all the time anyways, what’s so different from now?”

He places his hands on both your shoulder and squeezes it a little. 

“Loosen up y/n… Your hungry aren’t you? You’ve been asleep for a while since you passed out.” 

You were gonna say something before scaramouche suddenly grabbed your hand and pulled you to the table, sitting you down to the chair next to his. You sat up a little to try and change your seat to across the table, but he grabs your arm, harshly.

“Where are you going?”

Scara said sharply, he didn’t need you trying to get away from him.

“I’m gonna… Sit across from you.”

He looks you up and down like he was judging you.

“No just sit here, your already sitting anyways. Don’t make this difficult” 

He finished his statement and let go of your arm…

What? Almost like he threatened you… 

But you decided to stay silent, he’s crazy enough to kill you parents over a guy you were only texting…. 

You picked up your fork and look at your dinner, you can’t lie it looks really good… So you dip your fork into the lasagna first. Bringing it to your mouth and biting it to the food… Very tasty… The flavors were amazing, everything was perfect, you ate the garlic bread and the salad too, you didn’t realize how hungry you were. 

“You look like your enjoying your food… I know you don’t want to speak to me but… Since your living here you have to abide to my rules”

He watches you eat your food peacefully.

ofc he has rules…

You continue to eat your food not really giving him a glance. Sorts giving him attitude.

“Look at me while i’m talking to you”

He suddenly snapped.

You wanted to sigh but, you only looked up at him so he can finish what he has to say, so you can continue eating, but his face slightly softens once you looked at him.

He clears his throat.

“y/n… let’s make a toast.”

Slightly confused you look at your wine cup, and take it into your hand bringing close to you.

“What are you toasting”

“We… are toasting to… New beginnings, to a fresh start, a new lifestyle, us, and forever…”

He raises his glass towards yours to toast with you, you wondered what would happen if you didn’t click your cup with his but, let’s not find out. 

You clink your glass cup with scaramouche, and he smiles before drinking his wine. You drink yours as well tasting nothing but bitterness, which your still not used too. Now you feel like your fully in this, like there’s no turning back, it’s almost like he made you promise to him… Without you saying anything at all, you wondered if life was better like this, not like you would ever have to worry financially… But that’s just the bright side… 

You shared few words to each other and you finished your food, you look over at scaramouche who barely ate his food.

“you barely ate”

“oh? Don’t worry about it i ate before you woke up… why you worried about me?” 

He smirks, teasing you.

“No- It was just a question nothing further than that” 

scaramouche glares at you but it goes away.

“I’m glad you ate, are you tired?”

You pounder your answers

“um no not yet… What time is it?”

Scaramouche looks at the clock

“it’s 1:23am”

It was pretty late… But you weren’t that tired, you caught up on all your sleep while passed out so..

“Wheres my phone?”

He looks at you then nonchalantly says

“i threw it away. you don’t need it, i don’t need you calling people for help, or reminiscing the past, the past is over with get over it.”

he saids sharply…

Your world shatters once you hear that, he threw your phone away? Your phone that had all your memories of your friends… Your parents… And everything to not be bored on your phone… All taken away in one night. It’s not like you can’t live without your phone, sometimes you restrict yourself from using it to spend your time doing something useful, but this just feels like being grounded or something.

“Its… Gone for good?”

Scaramouche sighs

“Yes it’s gone, don’t worry about it, we have tv, cable, streaming services, anything you want.”

You deeply sigh, you won’t let him see your tears again for that night… You wipe your mouth with a napkin and look at your empty plate.

Scara then suddenly gets up from his seat.

“Lets go now, we’ll watch a movie, then go to sleep, come.”

_____

He grabs your hand gently and pulls your from your seat, then leading you to the living room. While you followed behind, as expected the walk there was beautiful, looking at everything 

once in the living room he sat down and pulled you down on the couch as well, the lights were all off and only the that shined light was the tv. 

“Any recommendations?” 

As you were about to recommend a movie he looked away from you and started looking for a movie.

“Never mind, you don’t get to choose”

He always did that, it was a habit of his to see you get your hopes up, just for them to go down because of him… You never took it wholeheartedly tho, it was a clear joke.

You go to get a cover that’s on the side of the couch to put over your legs. while it seems like scara had a movie already planned out. You slightly sit away from him so your not directly touching him. He doesn’t seem to notice as he stares at the tv.

This was normal for you guys, you’ve watched a few movies or shows with just him, but it’s does feel a little different now… But you still had your old tendencies, you were used to this.

(He played “Under Paris”)

The movie starts playing after the intros, as it plays your just focused on it, he picked a good movie. The actors are good looking, and you were invested. You give out slight reactions during the movie which oblivious to you scara was watching, mainly you, how could he choose a great movie and not watch it? 

He took the other end of the blanket that was covering your legs and also covered his legs, moving slightly closer to you.

“This movie pretty good huh?”

You mumbled a slight “Yeah..”

Since your still mad at him.

Scara smiled a little and hugged you, really out of no where it even surprised you

You tried to pull away.

“Scara stop you already touched me in the bathroom.”

you said.

“Its simple affection y/n.”

You don’t tend to get overwhelmed easily, but you do when things don’t go your way, your a bit selfish, but wasn’t he too after kidnapping you?

“Stop scara- Your being annoying”

You were able to say this, because you’ve told him this many times while together, you didn’t think much of it, you easily brushed it off but…

Suddenly his voice got really deep and sounded angry, he pulls away and looks straight at you.

“Excuse me? What the fuck is your issue y/n? Do you have a problem with me?”

He said angrily.

“Y/n your acting as if all this between us just disappeared, you left me for like 3 weeks?? You basically disrespected me.”

“…What? i disrespected you?? I literally stayed by your side even when you made me not go out with my friends-“

Scaramouche cuts you off.

“And? What your saying you didn’t enjoy it? It’s not like i told you to drop them, I took you out on dates, i spoiled you with gifts, stop acting like you never liked it.”

You can’t lie that month where he suddenly got super possessive was a little fun, sure he always stole you from your friends, but you got to talk to him, and spend time with him. I guess him taking more time to focus on both of yours relationship did build the bond a bit stronger…

“i was just taking our relationship to the next step, but nooo i’m sooo possessive and soo controlling, you had to break up with me. I put all my focus on us…” 

he saids the last part darkly…

he stands up and walks away from you but still in the room.

“If you don’t understand, i’ll make you understand y/n, your not just gonna switch up and stop loving me.

He turns and faces you, with a scowl on his face.

“You still love me, and even you know that, so why pretend?” 

he gives you one last glare, then he walked away, not even letting you have a say in the argument… leaving you in the living room to just stare at the tv, the movie wasn’t even over… whatever…

it was almost 3 am now… Really late. So you decide to go to sleep on the couch, not really wanting to seek Scara. You grab the blanket and pull it over you, getting a couch pillow was enough comfort for you, you lay down and turn the tv off leaving you in the dark.

You always enjoyed the dark, it was soothing, the only time you’d get to yourself, since everyone would be asleep at night, you wondered if he really was gonna make you stay at his mansion forever, then if breaking up with him was the best choice… was he really just putting his focus on the relationship? he makes you sound selfish… like you used him. anyways… you reminisce your other friends, but decide not to think and go to sleep… you slowly fall asleep for the night.

____

After scaramouche left the living room, he went to his room, his room was quite big. He had everything he wanted, a huge home, butlers to do everything for him, unlimited streaming services, and he was rich, what more could he want? but even that gets draining…

He was missing something in his life currently, that spark of… Not even excitement… He couldn’t understand, he was mad at you for treating him like that, it’s like you hated him, maybe killing your parents was over the top… But were you really gonna hand yourself over to him if he asked before? That’s why he spent all his time preparing to ask you that big question, sure it was quick but you only had one more year left of school, you can start early… But you don’t understand, it’s okay.

It’s fine it doesn’t matter now, it’s only the first day, ofc anyone would be mad at the change of their situation, especially if they were forced… But his head didn’t tell him that. You’ll learn to love the spaciousnesses of the mansion, you’ll see that the only person who was waiting for you was him, and not anyone else, if he has to prove it then so be it, he’ll just have to plan ahead, be a step ahead…. you’ll learn to love him deeply, even more than before. He sat on his bed, in his thoughts already setting up a plan… Soon he looked at the time and he laid down on his bed.

“It’s only the first day… Ill make progress..”

He says silently to himself, almost like it’s a promise to himself, he falls asleep shortly afterwards….

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this took me a lil, idk if i even like it i might let it stale a lil then edit it again lol 🤧 idk if i like this y’all omg pls lmk 😭 idk where this finna go 👻

did y’all see the bet awards omg childish gambino 😭 and he’s releasing a movie or show im so excited for it he’s like my dream, fan girling rn but i love him and everything he does 😭😭

also should i like do smut next chapter idk i feel like this going slow

[destinyc1020]

Tyla being physically lifted up the stairs rofl 🤣 😂

Now you know your dress is tew much when you're needing to be hoisted up by a group of men just to get UP the stairs rofl 🤣 😆

Here, Tyla is physically being carried by men up the stairs, and Z won't even touch a man's hand rofl 🤣 😂

That cracks me up to no end lol 🤭

Her dress is AMAAAAZING BTW 😊

Z could have done a sand dress like this for Dune lol 🤭

Very creative! I love it! 😊

[texasbama]

The way Lucy’s voice cracks as she repeatedly asks him “why are you doing this?” THE TEARS IN HER EYES. DIS IS TEW MUCH

[loganlermanstanaccount]

I truly do wonder how many juicy WIPs you have sitting in your folder. I’d pay a bajillion dollars to have a look at all of them 😼😼

lmfao I have a 20k ish mandolorian fic that scratches a very particular itch that I completely lost interest in after a terrible S3. perhaps I will revisit it? idk

other interesting fics in my drafts:

- my Halloween Miguel fics that got a bit tew horny... realised halfway through it was just nasty nasty porn with barely enough plot

- a melancholy ex friends to lovers Mig fic that I had to unpack in therapy. that's what writing to Frank Ocean does to me ig

- so. many. scrapped. RM. scenes. wish I could crack open my head and rearrange it onto a Google doc so it comes out like I want it to. idk if people realise but I am a chronic rewriter... but hopefully I will be able to reincorporate those ideas elsewhere in the fic. did someone say Christmas episode? a little bit of fake dating? reader and mig play favourite uncle and aunt to Mayday?? I am capable of writing, pinky promise 😢

[devondespresso]

OK POLL IS ONLY GONNA LAST LIKE AN HOUR TOPS IM NOT PATIENT ENOUGH FOR A WHOLE DAY

i woke up today deciding i need to widdle down my wips because the extra options are making it harder to decide what to work on and get wips posted. i have 5? wips i think. 1 long fic, 1 chaptered, and 3 oneshots.

having said that...

some additional Pews information, in case that aids the decision.

Pews' is a perry-the-platypus style pet that doubles as Tews (they're identical, Tews is his own cat they just share the place of Tews im the Henderson household) and is basically responsible for plot-armor-y coincidences that let the plot happen. I have the most of the fic outlined with only one scene not figured out, nothing written obviously i gotta ask the silly guys in my phone first dykdyjdyj

i really liked it, itd be one of those "crack taken seriously" fics, i just don't know how much time i actually want to pour into this with how many other things I've got that i wanna finish

[dlaprobably]

Servantember, Day 8: Captain James Misson (Pretender)

A salty sea dog to start the second week's worth of Servantember drawings, Captain James Misson! The legendary captain of the Victoire, Misson is best known as the founder of the fabled pirate utopia of Libertatia (or Libertalia), a democratic society that stood up for its people's freedoms and against authoritarian rule, distributing loot evenly amongst its population. Despite its sturdy fortifications and sprawling reach, its location has proven elusive, and while it lasted 25 years, far longer than most pirate outposts of its kind, there are few contemporaneous accounts of its existence. There are few records of Misson himself, for that matter, with many regarding him and Libertatia as nothing more than a story. And yet, here he stands, man, myth, and legend, as a Pretender Rider class Servant!

Fell down something of a research rabbit hole with this one it took me some time to climb out of, but it's my longest and most detailed profile yet, so I hope you enjoy it if you're reading this!

Lore Notes:

-On his initial summoning, Misson will appear a younger, more swashbuckling sort of man, the years having yet to take their toll on him, rather than the shabby-coated figure depicted above, who will typically only appear to Masters with whom a mutual trust has been established. He maintains the same unquenchable thirst for adventure and belief in his dream regardless of his age, and takes great delight in storytelling, relating tales of his own exploits and those of fellow rogues with equal pleasure.

-His ship, the Victoire, sails swiftly and silently, catching foes unaware and leaving no trace, an ephemeral vessel much like Misson's own unwritten voyages. It behaves much like a ghost ship, but appears the very picture of a dignified, undamaged warship when sighted. Its crew is invisible to enemy eyes while aboard, and consists of a motley assortment of lesser-known seafarers and long-forgotten names fearsome in their own time, many of them acquaintances of Misson himself in life. A skilled naval tactician well respected by his sailors, the good captain's Voyager of the Storm skill is at an A+ rank.

-Is as competent a duelist as he is at the helm, and a crack shot with pistols as well, with near supernaturally quick reflexes. He was known as a captain and a leader rather than a combatant, and loathed needless bloodshed, but claims to have taken a few pages out of the books of his piratical peers for this summoning. He'd still rather avoid direct confrontation, but needs must when the devil drives.

-Thomas Tew, Misson's contemporary and co-founder of Libertatia, is absent from the crew of pirates captaining the Victoire, having his own distinct Spirit Origin as the more well known pirate out of the two of them. Much as he would appreciate the help, Misson doesn't begrudge his absence, certain he has his own business to take care of.

-Misson's Noble Phantasm is Libertatia, a Reality Marble bringing forth the legendary settlement and its surrounding seas, allowing captain and Master alike to mount a strong defense while the Victoire remains on the offense. Raised forts forming an octagonal shape in the harbor, each armed with forty cannons, with the living spaces and the town proper below. Apart from its combat functionality, the town is as abuzz with activity as it was in its heyday. There's no shortage of resources to make withstanding a prolonged siege possible, but the firepower on hand and on loan should make short work of foes inexperienced at sea. Stray cannon fire from the fog enclosing the Reality Marble will hammer down on opponents, the hopes and dreams of captains throughout the ages who aspired to reach the place but never could, channeled into fighting on the captain's behalf. As well positioned and defended as the place is, it did eventually fall, and the fortifications do have their limits, and even in its empowered form as a Noble Phantasm. Dream or reality, Libertatia is as liable to fall as any fortress.

-In reality, there is no Captain James Misson. Attempts to find the location of Libertatia or other contemporary accounts of him have come up empty, and the most detailed account of him and his elusive Libertatia is a likely fictitious chapter in A General History of the Pyrates. A biographical tome published in 1724 about many of the Golden Age's most famous buccaneers, names such as Blackbeard, William Kidd, and Calico Jack Rackham among them, A General History helped solidify the modern idea of the era's pirates and their stories, and was a major inspiration for fictitious tales of piracy for over a century afterward, Treasure Island and Peter Pan being two notable examples. The Servant appearing in Misson's place is Captain Charles Johnson, A General History's mysterious author.

-Captain Charles Johnson is himself about as much of a ghost as Misson, with no records existing of a captain by his name, which is considered by most historians to be a pseudonym. Some theorize he was a genuine pirate or captain, others believe he was simply a particularly knowledgeable writer. A playwright by the name of Charles Johnson staged a play titled The Successful Pyrate about the career of Henry Every, but he seems to be entirely unrelated to the captain. Daniel Defoe, author of Robinson Crusoe and hundreds of other works, is by far the most popular suspect, but a questionable one. Yet another candidate is printer Nathaniel Mist, who published some of Defoe's works, with the latter spying on the former on behalf of the British government. Johnson himself is keeping mum on who he is, and it hardly matters, given he's been summoned as Misson and Johnson rather than whoever he might really be.

-As a Servant, Johnson amounts to little more than the ideal of a pirate in the public consciousness, his appearance reflecting that. For what it's worth, he does seem to believe in the ideas he espouses, and thoroughly sympathizes with his subjects, which is why he saw fit to immortalize them in the written word. He might exaggerate with some, or dream up entirely fictional ones for the stories he couldn't justify ascribing to any existing ones, but every story gets somewhat out of hand after being passed on a few times, the wilder ones tending to be the more memorable ones.

-His Noble Phantasm as Johnson, A General History of the Pyrates, allows him to invoke the skills and feats of the figures he wrote about, granting him the skills in direct combat that Misson was never attested to have but others were credited with, for one. Libertatia is an extension of this Noble Phantasm, but is treated as a separate one tied to the Misson aspect of this Spirit Origin, and can be used in conjunction with A General History's more... general effects. If a "true" Captain James Misson were ever summoned as a Servant, he would have Libertatia as his Noble Phantasm, but the odds of that are exceedingly low given the lack of evidence for him. Still, Johnson had to get the idea from somewhere, and he'd be the first to say not to dismiss the possibility. At full power, A General History can summon a mighty fleet of the famous pirates themselves and their ships, their chronicler calling upon their legends to do battle and make their names once more. Maintaining both A General History and Libertatia at their maximum potential simultaneously would expend a frankly ludicrous amount of magical energy, but the resulting tale of adventure that would come out of it would more than make up for it.

-All in all, Johnson changes little as a Servant with the revelation of his true name, remaining the same jolly salt as when he's known as Misson, just more honest about the nature of his existence. A figment kept alive by the figments he kept alive in a sort of equivalent exchange, as long as there's people to keep reading and telling the stories, he's satisfied with his accomplishments.

-Other pirate Servants seem to be aware of both Misson and Johnson as separate individuals but perceive him as either of them at different times, which suits him fine. He's never been summoned alongside Thomas Tew, but that would doubtless make matters even more confusing.

Design Notes:

Unsurprisingly, I was big into pirates as a kid and it never went away, so it was a matter of time before I wrote up a pirate fanservant. I've been incredibly disappointed with Fate's canon handling of pirate Servants thus far for the most part (Blackbeard's writing has been improving in recent years but I maintain that the foundation for FGO's version is so broken there's only so much fixing they can try to do, the less said about Bonny and Read and how badly they botched them the better, Bart has one of my favorite designs in the game but every time he opens his mouth I want to cry, Drake is the only one that's actually cool even though she has very little to do with her historical counterpart from what I've seen), and I wanted to try my hand at doing a proper one not bogged down in a single bad joke for a personality.

I hadn't actually read any of A General History of the Pyrates before working on him, but it had been on my reading list for a long time and I had been aware of Johnson as a figure. The idea of him as a Servant first came to me when I was trying to think of legendary or fictional pirates that could qualify as Servants in contrast to the thus far historical ones, and while Johnson definitely existed in some capacity as the author of the book, it interested me how little we know about the guy for how influential his book was. As I looked more into the book, I looked into Misson, and while I initially had Johnson in mind as a Caster, the ambiguity of his identity and of Misson as his fabrication felt perfect for the Pretender class. The rest as they say, was history. Design-wise he's an amalgamation of Captain Hook, Long John Silver, and various other fictional pirates I had on the mind at the time, including this post, fitting enough for how he takes form, with the patchwork on his coat being extremely subtle symbolism for the fact that he hasn't taken the time out to buy a new one (and that he's a patchwork himself, incidentally). I imagine he does have a proper walking cane, but he uses the sword sometimes when he wants to seem dramatic or look cool. With that, I'll leave you to your own adventures, and wish you safe travels and good days over the horizon!

[8-rae-rae-8]

Hear me out.

Cyberpunk 2077 x The Evil Within

Cracks knuckles

We know that we get Silverhand's engram in V's brain, who's to say there couldn't be a chip that seemed to mutilate everything around your character? Or even put you in the TEW world(s) You don't die, you can't, but every moment is agony

[chaoticcat32]

Feral Bat Eddie 🦇

“Just… ugh! How’d they even do that!?”

Eddie shrieked in rage, angry at the fact that they defeated his well planned, thought out encounter with the bbeg. They just defeated him, in one round of combat, not even!

“It’s fine, man, it’s not a big deal. We’ll just…uh, you can make another campaign!”

“Another campaign?! Another campaign Henderson?! You know how long they take to make?”

Eddie just couldn’t get over himself, seething in rage that it was so easy for them! Those little shits. Luckily, Dustin wasn’t there, so he stormed out and went to his house to cool down. It was then that he began to morph.

It started with him growing larger, and Dustin just assumed that it was him going into his giant vampire form.

But then he started growing fur. Fur everywhere. It grew out of his face, his arms, his legs, his hands. His usual sharp claws grew even longer and sharper, extending far from the tips of his fingers. The bat ears on his head got even larger, each one about half the size of his whole head.

His snout began to grow outwards, a bat-like nose replacing his normal one. His eyes glossed over, red filling the entire area of his scleras, pupils, and irises until they were a solid blood-like color. Wings sprouted from his back, membranes growing down his back and legs, connected with a tail, like a bat’s would be.

Sharp fangs extended from a too-wide mouth, every single tooth long and sharp instead of just his canines.

Dustin looked up in horror, seeing his friend turn into what was essentially a giant bat monster with a curly black mullet.

“E-Eddie?”

Eddie’s head snapped over to Dustin, and he let out a loud shriek, screeching his name.

All that Dustin could hear, though, was a loud bat screech, no coherent words that he could decipher.

“Shit! Hey buddy, c-calm down! It’s ok!”

Eddie looked down at himself, seeing all the fur and his bat-like body. He then began to freak out.

He stumbled backwards, crashing into the wall and shrieking some more. He looked across the room and into Dustin’s mirror, seeing his admittedly terrifying face. He screeched once again, freaking out. He’d never looked like this before! He didn’t even know he could do that!

“God damnit, Eddie! How am I supposed to explain that to my mom!? You’re lucky she’s not home right now!”

Eddie snarled at Dustin, looking at him angrily. He then turned and crawled his way out of Dustin’s bedroom door.

“Where are you even going?!”

Eddie grumbled and made his way down the hall. Dustin’s cat, Tews, named after Mews, picked that exact moment to walk across the entrance to the hallway.

Tews turned and took one look at Eddie, before arching her back, ears flat against her head and all her hair standing on end, hissing at the monster.

Eddie narrowed his eyes and bared his teeth at the feline, letting out his own deep hiss mixed with a growl.

Tews then turned and bolted back the way she came, tail between her legs.

“Tews! Eddie, why’d you scare her like that?”

Eddie responded with a growl, glaring at Dustin and continuing to crawl down the hall.

“Fine, whatever, but what are you doing, dude?”

Eddie stopped, looked around and started sniffing the air. He got an excited look on his face, and began to bound to the front door.

“Eddie? What’d you smell?? Come back here! You can’t go outside like that!”

Dustin was promptly ignored and Eddie looked at the front door. How did you open this thing again?

Didn’t matter. He pushed on the door, the hinges creaking under the sheer force he was exerting in it.

“Eddie, I swear to god, you better not break my fucking front door!”

Once again, Dustin was ignored as Eddie gave one final push to the front door, the wood giving way and falling onto the porch.

“God dammit Eddie! What’d I say?!”

Eddie stomped forward, cracking the door to pieces as he walked over it, stalking out into the front yard.

“Fuck, my moms gonna kill me.” Dustin mumbled under his breath.

Once Eddie was outside, he gave a few more sniffs to the air, snapping his head to one direction.

Eddie began to spread his wings, getting ready to take off into the air.

“Whoa, whoa, wait! It’s the middle of the day, dude! You can’t fly out there right now! What are you even trying to get? You smell a lady bat or something?” Dustin teased.

Eddie turned to Dustin and snarled, looking angry.

“Whoa, ok I was just joking, jeez.”

Eddie put his wings down and began pacing around the yard, seemingly waiting for something. Every once and a while he’d pause and sniff the air, grumbling a little.

“Okay, how about we get you somewhere people can’t just drive by and see, ok?”

Eddie growled, but turned to Dustin and followed where he was taking him.

He watched as Dustin went to the little keypad by his garage and put the code in. The garage door opened and Eddie looked into the mostly empty space.

“Come on, in you go.”

Eddie looked at Dustin and wrinkled his nose, looking at the garage in disgust.

“Come on, man. People can’t see you like this!”

He got behind Eddie and began trying to push him towards the garage, pressing his entire body weight into the furry mass, but to no avail. Eddie stayed put, a blank expression on his face as he watched the smaller boy fail horribly.

It was then that Dustin spotted a car coming down the road, quickly recognizing it as Steve’s.

“Shit, Eddie, you really need to get in there, man! Like now!”

He promptly got up, causing Dustin to fall flat on his ass, and stalked over to the dank garage.

He got in, turning around and sitting just barely in the entrance.

Dustin ran over to the keypad, quickly putting the code in and shutting the door.

It slowly crawled shut as Steve pulled into the driveway.

“God damnit of course he was coming here!”

Eddie perked up as he saw Steve exit the car, his head following the garage door as it closed.

“What’re you doing, Henderson?”

“Oh, haha. Uh, nothing! I’m not doing anything!”

“Riiiight, well is Eddie here? He was pretty upset back there, just stormed out the door. Honestly he looked pissed.”

“Eddie? What? No, no. Eddie isn’t here.”

“Damn, I could’ve sworn he…”

Steve trailed off as he noticed the front door. Well. Lack thereof.

“What the hell happened there?”

Steve began to fast-walk towards the front porch, looking at the splinters on the ground.

“Sure as hell looks like he was here.”

Steve turned to Dustin, looking at him expectantly.

“Uh, we’ll, he was here. Yeah, he was! I uh, tried to calm him down but he kinda stormed off…” Dustin looked down at what used to be the door.

“What? Why didn’t you call me, man? I have a walkie.”

“Yeah, well, it didn’t seem like he wanted to be bothered.”

Just then, a banging noise could be heard coming from inside the house.

“What the hell was that?”

Steve pushed Dustin to the side and walked in the doorway, heading with purpose towards where the sound came from.

“Steve! Steve, wait! you know it’s impolite to just walk into someone’s house like that, right?”

“You’re acting weird, Henderson.”

Steve continued to walk to where the sound was, and Dustin jogged ahead of him.

He rounded the corner and saw a pair of bat ears poking out from behind the kitchen counter.

“Shit, hey, you! Back in the garage!”

He pushed a snarling Eddie back through the garage door and shut it, just in time for Steve to walk in the kitchen.

“Who’re you talking to dude?”

“Uh, myself.”

“You’re a weird kid. What was that noise anyways?”

“Uh…” Dustin looked around the kitchen, spotting the toaster on the ground. “Oh! The toaster! It was the toaster! Tews must’ve pushed it over, yeah!”

“Okaaay… are you sure Eddie still isn’t here?”

“Yeah, totally sure, he left, like, an hour ago.”

“Huh. Did he tell you where he was going?”

“Nope.”

Dustin looked behind Steve, the garage door slowly and silently opening.

A giant bat face popped out, mouth opening to grab Steve.

“Uhm,” Dustin looked out the kitchen window to the side. “Whoa, what’s that out there!”

Steve glanced over, straining his eyes to see and stepping forward while Dustin shoved the head back in the garage, shutting the door again and locking it.

“I’m not seeing anything, man.”

“Really? I thought I saw a deer…”

“A deer. Really dude?”

“Sorry.”

“You know what, fine, I’ll just leave them I guess.”

Steve started to head towards the door when a loud bang came from the garage.

“God damnit.” Dustin whispered under his breath.

“What was that?”

“We’ve been having a raccoon problem. They like the garage. Pain in the ass trying to get rid of ‘em.”

Another bang, and a crash.

“You know what, I’ll go check, maybe I can shop them out.”

“Okayyy…”

Dustin ran over to the garage door, opening it up and slipping inside.

The garage was a mess.

Eddie had thrown his mom’s glass vases she was storing in the garage all over the ground. Boxes were littered across the floor as well, contents spilled out. The bat was in the middle of swiping a shelf’s worth of things onto the ground when Dustin yelled at him.

“What the hell are you doing!?”

Eddie turned and looked at Dustin, snarling. His eyes were narrowed and he looked absolutely pissed.

“Hey, bud. Listen, we’ll get you out of the garage soon, okay?”

Eddie growled, his lips peeled back exposing all his teeth. He shrieked, desperately trying to say Steve’s name.

Dustin put his hands over Eddie’s mouth.

“Hey! Shut up, Steve’s gonna hear you!”

Eddie looked Dustin dead in the eyes and stuck his tongue out, coating his hands in saliva.

“Eww, that’s so disgusting.”

Steve’s voice rang out from behind the door, calling to Dustin.

“You alive in there, Henderson?”

“Yeah, it’s fine! Just the dumb raccoons again!”

Eddie perked up, looking over to where the voice was coming from. He tried to lunge for the door, put Dustin held him back, not letting him get to it.

Eddie growled at him, looking down at the smaller boy.

“Hey, I’m gonna go to the bathroom, ‘kay? Don’t die in there, and don’t get rabies either.”

“Sure, yeah, go ahead. I’ll be fine!”

Footsteps could be heard leaving the door, heading further into the house.

Eddie sat down and pouted, which was kind of hard for his scary bat face, put he somehow pulled it off.

“Why do you even wanna see Steve so bad?”

Eddie chirped, looking at Dustin sadly.

Dustin sighed, looking up at him.

“Look, you can see him, okay? We just have to fix you first.”

Eddie frowned, looking down at Dustin. Then his face morphed into a new look, like an idea just formed in his head.

“Uh, Eddie? Why are you looking at me like that?”

A grin spread across his face, and he leaned in closer to Dustin.

“Uh… ever heard of personal space buddy? No?”

Eddie launched himself forward, mouth open wide, and grabbed Dustin with his maw.

Dustin screamed, feet hanging out from between the sharp teeth.

Eddie takes care not to hurt Dustin as he pulls him the rest of the way into his mouth, licking him with his huge tongue.

“Eddie? Eddie spit me out! Spit me out now!”

Eddie pushed Dustin to the back of his mouth, swallowing him down his throat.

“God dammit Eddie!”

Dustin landed with a plop in Eddie’s stomach, and he walked over to the walls and started pounding on them.

“Let me out asshole!”

Eddie made disgruntled noises at the struggling Dustin was doing and poked his stomach, sending the teen stumbling back.

“Eddie, come on, man! Steve is gonna freak out!”

Eddie growled, squeezing his stomach to stop Dustin from struggling. Not hard enough to hurt him, but enough to remove most of the leftover room in his belly.

The longer Dustin was in there, the more and more restless Eddie grew. Dustin could both feel and hear him resume breaking things, screeching, and all in all throwing a tantrum.

He stopped for a minute, and began what Dustin assumed to be crying and sat on the floor.

“Hey, it’s ok buddy. Calm down.”

Dustin felt the stomach muscles below him begin to push him up and back into his esophagus, soon reaching his mouth and being spat out.

Dustin landed on the floor, and looked up at Eddie, who was turned around and huddled on the floor, pouting some more, his face in his knees.

“You okay in there Henderson?”

“Yeah! I’m coming out now,” he turned to Eddie, whispering “you stay put.”

Eddie growled but stayed where he was.

Dustin opened the garage door and slipped out, back into the kitchen, closing it behind him.

“Why are you all wet, man?”

“Uhh, a- a water jug busted! Yea, stupid raccoons knocked it down!”

Steve raised an eyebrow, looking at him doubtfully.

The rage in the garage started back up again, loud bangs and crashes raining down inside.

An ear piercing screech rang out in the air, and both boys covered their ears, cringing at the sound. Louder crashes and bangs echoed through the garage, along with more screeches and howls of anger.

“Something tells me that’s not a raccoon!” Yelled Steve.

“Uhh…”

“I swear to god, Henderson, are you keeping something else from the upside down in there?”

“Uh… kind of?”

Steve walked over to the garage door and tore it open.

“No, no, no Steve! You don’t wanna do that!”

But it was too late. Steve ripped it open and looked inside the garage, trying to see what it was that Dustin was hiding.

As soon as the door was opened, Eddie was on Steve in an instant. The last thing Steve saw was the giant face of a bat lunging at him, mouth wide open. Two hands with claws extended reached out next to the face.

“Shit!” Yelled Dustin.

Steve screams as he’s forced into the fang-filled mouth, the aforementioned teeth closing behind him, locking him inside.

Steve immediately begins freaking out, thrashing around in the mouth as the large tongue laps at him, coating him in bat saliva.

“What the fuck, Henderson. Oh man, oh shit! Get me out of here!”

Eddie swallows, sending a screaming Steve down to his stomach, a satisfied look on his face.

Steve lands in the belly and sits there in shock for a moment, horrified at what just happened.

“Steve?! Steve! Don’t freak out! It’s just Eddie!”

“Eddie?!”

“Yeah, it’s just Eddie, I-I dunno what happened to him but it’s Eddie!”

“Eddie? Is that you?”

Eddie purrs, pleased that he finally was able to get Steve into his stomach.

Steve relaxes, the tension leaving his shoulders as he lets out a relieved sigh.

“What happened to you buddy?”

Eddie tried to speak, but all that came out was warbled clicks and squeaks.

“I dunno, like you said he was really mad when he got here and then he just- turned into this.”

Eddie's eyes were closed in bliss, the purring non-stop at this point.

Then the fur began to disappear. His nose and snout shrank back to normal. The red that had leaked into his eyes faded, turning them back to his normal brown.

His wings shrank, but didn’t disappear completely, his ears and claws doing the same. He was back into his normal vampire form, still huge but with far less bat features.

His eyes closed and he put his hands on his stomach, rubbing gently and purring.

“Huh,” said Dustin. “I guess he just wanted you then…?”

“What?”

“He’s back to his normal giant vampire form.”

“Oh.”

By this time, it was night, so Dustin opened up his garage and shooed Eddie out of it.

“He’s your problem now, Steve. I gotta figure out how to explain this shit to my mom.”

Eddie leapt out of the garage and into the air, flying off to god know me where.

Dustin turned around, taking in the gargantuan mess that was now his garage.

“God damnit.”

[romiantic]

bro when i tell you thats my man??? i love me some pnd 😩🙏🏽 like you don’t understand. my fave album is fs pnd2 or and my fave song is dreamin,,, like he had to have put crack in it or smth cause it’s just tew good 😮‍💨

and i feel you so bad on that, the managers at my old job acted like they ain’t know wth they were doing 😕. they had me training folks, check people off before they left, AND was calling me to come in on my days off. like???? who are y’all 😭??? i was alr there 4 out of 6 days of the week doing 3 ppls jobs at once. these jobs be trippin BAD

no cause pnd is my man my MY MANNNNNN, I stream his albums so much, I have so many of his songs stuck in my head. ion know, I just feel like a luxurious black girl when I listen to him, like I feel like he goes for classy/rich girls. my fav pnd changes like every week omg-

but speaking of rnb singers, have you heard daniel cesar’s new album 🤭??? ITS SAURRR GOOD, I’M IN LOVE 🫶🏽

no cause I be in there at 7 am and they be pissing me off SOOOOOOOOOO BAD. except one, she’s a sweetheart and she’s like my work auntie. but my other managers make me wanna clock out 5 minutes after I clock in 😒 and they be hella mad when our department is busy, you’re the manger, YOU 🫵🏽 go fix it. I’m only here to do the job description, not do your damn job thank you !!

come in on your days off ?? HELL NO 😭 if it’s less than 4 hours, I’ll do it but I’m not doing a 9 hour shift on my day off !!

I SWEARRRRRR, we be breaking our damn backs for these jobs with barely good pay 💀